look at that crooked smile

Friendly reminder that -

  • Percy’s neutral expression is a natural brooding look that he gets from Poseidon
  • That when he does smile it’s crooked and makes him look like a trouble maker
  • When he talks it’s usually very sarcastic and/or impertinent 
  • His inner monologue is actually very negative and while we, as the readers, take it as a joke he’s usually pretty pessimistic for a good portion of the time
  • That when he’s fighting his expression is fierce and is hard to tell whether he is the good guy or not
  • That Leo Valdez equated Percy’s angry expression to the feeling he gets when Jason is about to shoot lightning. Let me repeat - just the look on Percy’s face when he’s angry was considered on par to Jason controlling flipping lightning
  • That he’s very very vindictive and loyal only to those he considers his friends and once you lose his trust it is nearly impossible to earn back 
  • That while he had the curse of achilles, he laughed crazily while he was single handedly destroying hordes of monsters
  • He made an entire volcano erupt, awakened a giant, and almost wiped out the northwest of the united states
  • He tortured a godess just so she would feel his misery
  • That he’s actually very manipulative and it made Annabeth step back for a moment and reevaluate her perception of him
  • That while his dark side came to it’s peak in house of hades and wasn’t mentioned in blood of olympus, there was no confirmation that it suddenly and completely disappeared after they left Tartarus.
  • Has been the child of the prophecy twice.
  • He manipulated Bob to kill his own brother by simply convincing him that they were friends and that is what friends did for each other
  • He was physically abused by his step father
  • That with absolutely no training at all he killed the minotaur with it’s own horn at the mere age of twelve
  • He wins a good majority of his fights by simply outsmarting his opponent 
  • He has scared not only Annabeth but his friends and peers on more than one occasion with his attitude and powers
  • That he’s considered extremely powerful for a demigod and for a child of the big three and makes the gods slightly nervous
  • That when he’s upset his powers act to mimic his emotions without him even trying
  • Has been offered immortality
  • That he is actually really sorta intimidating without trying 
  • That we need to stop reducing Percy’s character to a happy-go-lucky comic relief goofball that doesn’t know his left foot from right because he is so much more than that
His First. (A Dirty Harry Styles One Shot)

- In which Harry is a bit.. inexperienced in the bedroom.

Harry thought he could hide it. He thought he could get away with it. But, when everything came to him so all of a sudden, he realized that he was trapped, and the only way to get out, was by telling the truth. 

And so he did.

“What?” you ask breathlessly, your hands at the mid of Harry’s patterned shirt, fingers frozen on the buttons, pulling the colorful fabric away from his tall and lanky form.

“I-I’m.. yeh are my first.”

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Hey everyone!! I’m finally posting my Dralentine’s day fanart/fanfic

@drvcopotter got this (hello!!) hope you liked it! *hides shyly*

‘Enough, that’s- that’s enough… Draco!’

'I’m sober!’ Draco lauched himself forward, blindly trying to snatch the Firewhiskey bottle from Harry’s hands.

The crowded pub made it easier for Harry to just get up from their table and pull Draco with him without getting much attention from their coworkers, most of them already as drunk as Malfoy. The blond fidgeted in his arms, mumbling something Harry couldn’t understand or barely hear.

We’re going home’ the unintelligible words shushing Draco immediately. He’d learnt parseltongue was useful for those times Draco wouldn’t listen to him. Harry hooked one of Malfoy’s arms around his shoulder, doing his best not to bump into too many people on his way to the door.


Fuck. He turned around with some difficulty, Malfoy breathing on his neck while trying to balance his weigh on his legs without bringing both of them down.

Ron walked towards him, his expression quickly changing into one of concern as soon as he recognized the blond head.

'Where are you going?’ Ron squinted  his eyes suspiciously, darting them from Harry to Malfoy, who hiccuped and giggled, the sound muffled by Harry’s hair where his face was now buried. Ron didn’t even bother to hide his disconfort, his cheeks a dark shade of red Harry knew couldn’t be blamed only on Firewhiskey.

'Home’ Harry rolled his eyes, giving Ron a small smile to try and ease the tension a bit.

'Why? You’re not his mother! Just leave him here, I’m sure he can-’ Ron gesticulated towards an almost unconscious Draco like he was trash Harry was taking outside.

'And then what? I’ll have to open the door for him later anyway.’

Ron sighed, searching for help and noticing no one cared if they were leaving or not.

'It’s friday and you’ve just finished a fucked up case. You don’t deserve this, Harry’

It’s not that bad, Harry thought, the words now common in his vocabulary when talking to Ron, Hermione, or any of his friends. Being paired with Malfoy after their Auror training two years ago may have angered him a bit - quite a lot, actually - and finding out they’d have to share a flat, which was protocol for new partners in order to 'strengthen the bond’ didn’t sound like the best of options, but after all, it really wasn’t that bad. Malfoy was organized and surprisingly quiet. He could be nosy, childish and bossy but most of the time, it was manageable.

A drunk Malfoy, however was another story. Needy, cuddly, demanding. It shocked Harry the first time the blond got himself pissed on a Friday night and let his head fall on Harry’s shoulder in the middle of the bar.

'Let’s go home, Harry’ he giggled in his ear, Harry’s own name resonating in his head.

After that he’d tried his best not to let Malfoy drink too much.

Malfoy hiccuped again and Ron let out an exasperated sigh.

'It’s fine. See you Monday, yeah?’ Harry turned around before Ron could say anything, his own mind a bit dizzy from the alcohol and the noise.



The cold breeze hit them square in the face the moment Harry opened the door. He let it close behind him, the noise gone the second it clicked shut. Malfoy shivered against him, curling himself on Harry’s side. The sooner they reached their flat the better. The safer, Harry thought.

Harry’ Draco breathed in his ear. Fuck, Harry hated how Malfoy always said his name, how could Harry mean something completely different than Potter coming from the same person?

'Yeah?’ Harry stopped, his mind still too slow for him to remember where was the nearest apparition point.

'I’m hungry’ Draco nuzzled his nose against Harry’s dark locks, inhaling like that was the most natural thing to do.

'What? No, we’re going home, Draco’ He said firmly, deciding for a random direction.

'Please, I’m really hungry…’ Harry let out an exasperated groan, the weigh and the cold doing nothing to improve his mood. He took a look around, spotting a small convenience store not far from them on the other side of the street. They had no food at home, he was tired and, if Draco was indeed that hungry, he woudn’t be too picky about it.

They crossed the street, Harry sitting Draco on the closest bench outside the store as soon as they reached it.

'Stay here. I mean it, Draco, stay

’’m not a dog, Potter’

Potter. Good, he was not that drunk.

Harry turned around, rolling his eyes, and opened the glass door.

Water, some noodles. An aspirin since Draco forgot to brew hangover potion. Hmm, chocolate, since Draco would be in an awful mood tomorrow-

Harry stopped shortly. Merlin, they sounded so… domestic. Harry shivered, avoiding the cashier’s eyes since he knew his cheeks were probably bright pink.

He headed for the door noticing through the glass that Draco wasn’t where he’d left him.

'Fuck’ He stormed out of the store, his wand already firmly secured in his hand.


'Hmm?’ Harry jumped, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Malfoy was stading not far from him, his hand placed on a huge cabin right by the door.

'A photobooth cabin?’ Harry’s voice startled the blond, who darted his eyes towards him.

'Photo what?’

Harry remebered the first time Dudley got home with one of those stripes, his ugly face splashed in tiny squares all over it. When he’d asked aunt Petunia if he could take one too the woman told him those things were for people with friends. And Harry had none.

'You take photos in these’ He stared at the ground, the grip on the plastic bags tighter than necessary.

'Let’s go’

'I wanna try it’

'What?’ Harry stopped, not believing what his ears were telling him.

'Come on, Potter, it can’t be that bad’ Draco took a step forward, lifting the black curtains and peering inside, curiously.

'You’re aware this is a muggle thing, right?’ Harry said, taking a step forward. He had no idea why a muggle photobooth cabin was standing outside of a convenience store on a wizard neighborhood. He checked the money entry, noticing it was modified to accept wizard money. An image of Mr. Weasley appeared in his mind instantly. Right, there were wizards who collected stuff like that.

Harry dropped two knuts inside the machine, Draco already getting inside.

It was small, smaller than he’d expected, with only one old black stool. Harry sat awkwardly at the edge, almost falling while doing his best to avoid touching Draco more than needed. The blond seemed too distracted with a big black screen in front of him to notice or even worry himself about it, letting his knee touch Harry’s carelessly.  Harry pressed the only button under the screen, the countdown starting in front of them.

'What’s happening?’ Draco reached for his wand but Harry stopped him before he could take it out of his pocket.

'Look there, and…’

The first picture was taken, Harry only having a few seconds to pull a funny face. He couldn’t help laughing when he realized Draco was just frowning at the camera.

'Are you stupid, Potter?’ He turned to stare at Harry, reminding him of how close they were.

'Why?’ Harry gulped, looking everywhere but at him.

'That’s your idea of a funny face?’ A crooked smile formed in Draco’s lips, paired with something wicked in his eyes. Before Harry could stop him, Malfoy reached out and grabbed his glasses, putting them on his own face.

Another picture was taken while Draco tried to impersonate him. Harry couldn’t help bursting out laughing, Malfoy so unrecognizable wearing his glasses the whole thing seemed too absurd to be taken seriously.

Tears still streaming down his face, Harry opened his eyes to find a small smile on Draco’s lips. The black old frames constrasting with his bright grey eyes and blond hair looked almost… innocent. Harry shouldn’t be thinking that, he shouln’t even be there in that small cabin with him, but the second the blond burst out laughing too, the sound covering Harry’s loud heartbeat, he forgot why Draco Malfoy couldn’t be something else for him.

Another picture was taken before Harry pulled the man towards him and kissed him on the lips.

It took Draco a few seconds to kiss back, his eyes falling shut and lips opening to allow Harry to deepen it. It was, in some way, like a first kiss, the wamth radiating from Draco’s mouth reaching the bottom of Harry’s belly, warming every inch of his body.

They parted, eyes still closed.

‘Harry’ Draco whispered, his tone low and needy.

Harry gulped again, licking his lips which were still millimiters from the other’s. ‘Let’s go back to mine’

‘Did you forget we live together?’

‘I’m trying to flirt here, you git’

Harry chuckled, holding Draco’s face between his hands and kissing him again, softer this time.

‘Let’s go home, Draco’

Too Nice || Jeff Atkins x Reader

mmmMMMM JEff and EuuGH BrycE

Word Count: 817

Warnings: Bryce Has Grabby Hands


    When Jeff’s car pulled into the driveway of Bryce Walker’s house, it was already swarming with wasted teens. You grimaced, pressing back into the seat, your hands clutching at the seat belt; the only thing between you and the biggest party of the year.

    “Do you need help with that?” Jeff asked.

    Before you could reply, he had leaned over and clicked the buckle. The belt snapped back, leaving you feeling vulnerable, and a little nauseous. It didn’t make it any better when he moved to climb out of the car. He jogged over to your side, pulling open the door and reaching a hand out for you to take.

    You shook your head. “I can’t.”

    “It’s fine, Y/N. I’ll be right by your side the entire time,” he said. He had to dip down a fair amount to lock his hands around your wrists. “Give it like ten minutes, and if you’re not having fun we’ll turn around and go home.”

    You relented, letting him pull you out of the seat and against his chest. His hands ghosted across your lower back, fingertips trailing along the curves of your spine. He had that look on his face again. The one where he gets that little, crooked smile, and his eyes can’t seem to look at anything but you. Or, more specifically, your face.

    “God, I love you,” he said quietly, bringing his nose down to boop yours.

    “I love you too, but I’m going to hate you if I embarrass myself,” you replied.

    He chuckled, a low, deep sound that rumbled through his chest and into yours. “If you embarrass yourself, I’ll do something stupid to take the attention away from you.”

    You nodded. “Okay, deal.”

    He pulled away and the two of you started towards the house. It wasn’t too long of a walk from the driveway before you were slipping through the door. Jeff ushered you through crowds of people—all either greeting him with smiles and pats on the back, or being too drunk to know he was there. He stopped you near the living room, pointing you towards an empty love seat.

    “Save me a spot,” he said. “I’m going to go get us some beer.”

    You grabbed his arm, hoping you didn’t look as panicked on the outside and you felt on the inside. “I’ll go with you. I don’t want to be left alone.”

    “It’ll only take a second. Just try to relax.” He shrugged you off, planting a quick kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the crowd.

    You settled down onto the love seat, watching the crowd as they danced to a song blasting from an expensive looking radio. You didn’t notice Bryce approaching until he was already stretched out next to you, an arm thrown around your shoulders. He was manspreading to the point that you were forced to press uncomfortably against the arm of the seat.

    “Y/N, good to see you here,” he said, giving his trademark smile. “You never come to my parties.”

    You felt his hand sliding down over your shoulder, too close to your chest for comfort. You tried to move away but he tightened his grip.

    “I’m, um, here with someone,” you responded. “I should probably go find him.”

    “You mean Jeff?” he asked. “He’s way too nice for you. You need someone man enough to rough you up a little.” His hand had barely cupped your breast when you felt yourself being jerked to your feet.

    You felt a cool wave of relief flood through you when you looked up, finding Jeff glaring at Bryce with the prospect of murder in his eyes. “Do me a favor, and keep your hands off of my girlfriend.”

    Bryce threw his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I didn’t even know you were here together.”

    “You’re a liar,” you snapped. “You did know.”

    Jeff clenched his teeth, rolling up the sleeves of his varsity jacket. You slid your fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, yanking him backwards as Bryce stood up.

    “Don’t you dare start a fight,” you whispered, hoping no one had noticed them yet. “Let’s just go, please.”

    Bryce smirked. “Better listen to your girl, Jeff.”

    Jeff spat on the carpet near Bryce’s feet, letting you pull him towards the door. “You better be glad she saved your ass, or I’d put you in the ground.”

    You didn’t let go of him until the two of you had made it outside and back into the car. Neither of you said a word for a long moment.

    Jeff was the first to break the silence, craning over the middle console to wrap his arms around you. He peppered a long row of kisses down your collarbone, right where Bryce’s hand had been.

    You laughed. “What are you doing?”

    He buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Getting rid of your Bryce cooties.”

A Winchester’s Legacy - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part 1

Title: A Winchester’s Legacy

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4,072

Warnings: Character death (not main ones)

Summary: You’ve known the Winchesters all your life, yet when the father of your child dies you never thought they would take you in the bunker with them. Nor would you ever think the love you’d feel again for the older Winchester as he becomes a father for your baby. Who would ever think he has just the same wish: A family with you.

A/N: Daddy Dean is literally the best thing on this world!

Hunting and love just didn’t go together. It was not a rule per say but everybody in this line of work knew that if a hunter allowed themselves to fall for someone, sooner or later, both their lives would be damned. And you knew it yourself, from the first moment you decided to do this, yet somehow you found yourself falling head over heels for him.

Settling wasn’t his thing, and with this kind of job that the both of you had, you weren’t made for that either. You never called it a relationship, although you really wished you could, and even if life – and again the job – had you drifting apart, you’d always find your way back to each other. Whether it was the bar, the police station, a crime scene caused by some angry werewolf, the end result was one. You’d always end up a tangled mess of limbs and bed sheets in his motel room just savoring each other, trying to take in as much as you could before the morning came and you had to drift apart again. Waiting to see each other again, promising to with every lingering touch and kiss.

Until that promise was broken. And as if your world hadn’t already crumbled down when you saw his body in autopsy, as if you didn’t already have enough drinks to kill yourself from the alcohol in your system, as if hunting every demon to get to the one that took him away from you wasn’t enough… there was still one more thing coming.

Oh and if love and hunting didn’t go together just wait until you tried kids and hunting. Speaking of which-

“He seems to like my trenchcoat.” Castiel’s voice along with your son’s squeal caught your attention and you were brought back to reality.

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Best Friend || Richie Tozier

Request: dreamsoftechnicolor: Hello! I just wanted to say that your writing is absolutely AMAZING- I love your work! For the song imagine requests, I’d love to read a Richie x reader (do you write It characters? If not, a mike x reader is good too) based off of the song “Best Friend” by Rex Orange County, the plot kind of being the reader & the character being super good friends & then they end up falling for each other!

Tense: 3rd person

Summary: Richie and (Y/N) are close friends, equally trash-mouthed and obnoxious, and soon enough come to the realisation that they like each other.

A/N: thank you soo much, I’m glad people enjoy them! I do IT, stranger things and the actors, but I do literally anything tbhh // I love doing these kinds of imagines because I find out about music that I’ve never listened to and turn out to absolutely love!! Xx

“You think you’re cool but those glasses tell another story,” (Y/N) poked at the glasses on Richie’s face, causing him to furrow his eyebrows. He swatted her hand away and readjusted them, sitting up straight in attempts to show some sort of confidence.

“Why are you such a dick to me?” he laughed, poking her in the forehead, mimicking what she’d done to his glasses.

“Why are you such a dick to me?” she copied, much higher tone, laughing along with him. He shook his head.

“No,” he put his finger in the air. “I’m not, I’m like the nicest friend to you, to be honest, I’m your only friend-“

“See!” she shouted, pointing at him frantically, voice cracking slightly.

“Okay, okay, I see your point,” he pushed her hands down and out of his face. “That’s the only time, though.”

“Richie, you tried to sell me so you could get food when you were broke,” she said seriously, making Richie snicker and nod. “It’s not funny, that guy was known for accepting shit.”

“Why did you think I made the offer?” she hit his arm roughly and he stopped laughing, holding his stomach as it ached from him laughing. What he didn’t tell her, though, was how uncomfortable and slightly jealous it had made him seeing the way that the worker looked at her. “This place is crawling with those types of men, it’s gross.”


The two were walking to Bill’s after Richie had received a phone call, picking (Y/N) up on the way. He purposely didn’t ride his bike, knowing that she didn’t ride one anyway.

“Guys, what took you so long?” Stan practically yelled when they eventually walked into the house, after Bill answered the door to them. “Were you making out?” In sync, the two stared blankly at him and flicked his head on either side.

“She doesn’t ride a fucking bike, okay?” Richie shouted back, throwing himself onto the couch and almost hitting Eddie in the head with his feet. He pointed with his foot towards (Y/N), who was still stood, as Eddie kept having to push Richie’s legs off of his lap.

She glared over at him. “I can’t ride one,” she put her hands up in defence as everyone looked at her.

“Why couldn’t you have just ridden on the back of his?” Stan nodded to Richie, causing him to raise his eyebrows and hands at her.

She laughed. “No, no, absolutely not. He’d push me off or make some remark about my hands being near his dick,” she went and sat on a dining chair, and Richie called out in the back whilst laughing.

“That’s true,” he pointed in the direction of where she was sat.

“Told you,” she spoke almost immediately after he replied. She shrugged and the others went on to discuss why they were all called to come over. Bill explained about seeing Georgie, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere for everyone, and how he wanted to go and explore.

“Fuck that shit, nope,” (Y/N) paced around the room, occasionally looking behind her quickly as if she’d imagined seeing something. “I’ll stay here, y’know, keep watch on things,” the others just stared at her, unconvinced, until Richie piped up.

“Yeah,” he nodded enthusiastically. “That’s a good idea, (Y/N), I think you’ll need two people for that,” he got up from the couch and stood beside her. Everyone rolled their eyes but Bill gave in.

“If you’re s-s-staying h-here, th-then you c-c-can che-check out the b-b-basement for m-me while w-we’re g-g-gone,” As soon as he spoke, the others started to overlap their voices in complaints about how they should have to go. Richie just gave them all a thumbs up, and (Y/N) widened her eyes and hit Richie’s arm.

“I’m not fucking going into the basement where he saw a dead kid,” she panicked, whispering to Richie.

He waved her off, “It’s just a bluff. Right, Bill?” Bill stayed quiet and walked to the front door. Richie called back, “Bill?”


“This is such a stupid fucking idea,” (Y/N) breathed out in a whisper, jumping at the slightest noise of a floor creak. “We’re all going to die, and I won’t ever get to own a cat. You know how much that sucks? I’ve always wanted one, a ginger one, fat and fluffy-“ Richie turned to her, pointing his flashlight in her eyes. She knocked it away, “Yeah, yeah, ‘shut up’, I get it.”

The group had split off to explore different parts of the house, unaware that they should’ve all stuck together. She and Richie had been wandering for around 5 minutes when they came to a living room area, in the corner was a dead plant holding a piece of paper on one of its branches. They walked up to it and Richie examined the paper before cursing in panic and stress.

“What the fuck?” he shouted, “What the actual fuck? Why am I on this? Why am I missing? H-how am I missing? I’m right fucking here,” she put her hands on his shoulders and made him look at her. His breathing started to slow down soon after, and he put down the paper before regaining focus. That was the thing with them, she didn’t have to say anything to calm him down, but just a simple touch of contact was enough for him. They carried on walking about, silent except from their whistling.

She sighed. “They picked a really unflattering photo for you, though,” she said nonchalantly, still looking in front and squinting at places she couldn’t quite see from afar. Richie looked at her in confusion, she turned her head to him and then turned back. “The missing sign,” she elaborated. “Worst photo of you ever.” He laughed slightly.


“P,” Richie pondered, they both had been playing an Alphabet game with the subject being musicians or bands. “The Police,” he clicked his fingers as if an idea had struck him like a lightbulb being lit.

She shook her head. “Nope,” Richie looked at her confused and slightly annoyed. “Begins with a T technically, so you don’t get that one,” he groaned and threw a piece of hard paint at her, that he’d picked off from the doorway.

“You’ve done this three times already,” he began to think again. “Okay, Poison,” she clapped her hands, torch still in it, and gave a sarcastic smile. The two were interrupted by shouts coming from the others, they stood up abruptly and started to run in attempts to find them. As they got to the corner, just before the room they were in, they noticed a dressed up man crouching and looking round the corner into the room.

“Yo,” she shouted. “Why’s this dude crouching- oh my god, okay,” her eyes widened as the crouched man stood up tall, turning to look at them both. It was IT, face distorted by a large stick, causing her to gag. They both froze as he swiftly walked passed them with a large crooked smile on his face. Richie looked to (Y/N) and she looked right back, eyes still wide, but they were brought back to reality when Eddie screamed again.

They legged it into the room, (Y/N) stopping as she saw Eddie’s arm. Everyone was surrounding him and Richie was adamant he could help, but everyone’s suggestions were inaudible through Eddie’s cussing at Richie. As he grabbed Eddie’s arm, (Y/N) stood up and began to gag again. She hunched over, hands on knees and looking pale.

“I’m gonna throw up,” she muttered, causing Beverly to rub her back. “I’ll be fine,” she stood up straight just as Richie cracked Eddie’s arm into place. “Okay, yeah, no, I’m gonna throw up,” she gagged again but nothing came up.

They were all stood outside of the house as Eddie’s mum dragged him into her car. She was complaining and yelling at the group whilst they all trailed behind. She turned to Beverly and whispered something to her, too close up to her face. (Y/N) clenched her fists, face red in anger as Eddie’s mum pulled away from Beverly, not liking the way that she spoke to Bev.

“Fucking, mother, fucking bitch, fuck,” she muttered but stopped herself when she felt a hand surround her fist. Richie had heard her mumbles and comforted her by holding her hand, in attempts to make her unravel her hand from the grip. She looked at him but he stayed looking forward at the group however when she looked away, he gave her a side glance.


“Can we please stop talking about cutting dicks?” (Y/N) said loudly, trying to speak over the boys in the middle of the room. (Y/N) and Beverly were sat on the windowsill by Ben’s window, the whole group sat in his room, whilst the boys surrounded the bed. The boys looked over and saw Beverly nodding, and laughing, as (Y/N) held down a magazine that the two girls were looking through.

“There’s things we want to know,” Richie piped up and, both he and (Y/N) stared at each other pulling faces. The others sat in silence, noticing how the two interacted with each other. She then shrugged as they all gathered their belongings to head out of the house. They were walking along the street for a while, heading towards the quarry, when they heard a car come from behind them. Richie turned, squinting at the car driving too fast, before realising that it was Henry Bowers. The car beeped at them and laughter was heard, causing the group to run. Henry’s group got out of the car and chased after them, but Henry was after only one: (Y/N).

She sighed as he grabbed at her wrist. “Fuck sake, Henry, what?” she looked him directly in the eyes, hoping to intimidate but he only looked back with attitude. She wasn’t particularly afraid of anything, she’d become too used to bullies and always had a careless outlook on life, one of the many qualities that made Richie want to be friends with her. He tugged her towards a fence and closed her in, giving her enough space to breathe but not enough to be comfortable.

“What’s someone like you hanging out with those losers?” he asked, pretending to be sad and offended. She rolled her eyes and yawned, staring straight at him again.

“They’re my friends, arsehole, something you don’t have,” she raised her eyebrows. He smirked, giggling at her cursing him. “Like, seriously, Henry, is this all you do with your life? Do you steal lollipops off of little girls too?” she spoke sarcastically and the others in the back laughed at her remark, Henry turned his face and scowled at them. When he turned back, he closed the gap a little more between their faces. She held a disgusted expression on her face and looked to the side of her, which caused him to pull his face back.

“You’re a chore,” he laughed. “Why do I have to work so hard for you, Beverly said yes in an instant,” (Y/N) scrunched nose and focused heavily into his eyes, she’d hated the way he brought up Beverly, but that he brought up a lie about her more so.

“You ask me out like 3 times and I say no and then you go around and tell people that we- that we did things. But in reality you can’t get anyone, isn’t that right, Henry?” she spat. Richie snickered in the back and almost immediately, Henry turned his head.

“What you laughing at, Trash-Mouth?” he spoke through gritted teeth, then slowly turned his head back to look at her.

“That’s why you have to lie, that’s why you have to let everyone know, because you know that you can only do those types of things in your own fantasy world, in that little brain of yours,” she went to tap his head but he grabbed her wrist. His face was scrunched up in anger; his breathing was loud and heavy, every exhale of his hitting her in the face.

“I don’t hit girls,” he said, speaking lowly. “But don’t test my patience,” he threw her hand down harshly, causing her wrist to click. He walked away back to his car, indicating for his group to let the others go. She held and rubbed at her wrist, whilst the others walked over, helping Ben up beforehand.

“That was fucking insane,” Eddie shook his head in awe. “I crapped my pants.” He spoke enthusiastically, looking at the others to see if they had seen what he saw. Richie was stood further back, rubbing the back of his neck, almost next to Bill.

“Oh, fuck,” Richie muttered under his breathe, kicking his foot along the ground, as something clicked in his brain suddenly. He accidentally kicked a small piece of gravel into Eddie’s shoe, causing him to freak out in the background noise. (Y/N) laughed, holding her hands over her mouth as she watched Eddie practically scream, his voice cracking.

“W-w-what is i-it, Ri-Ri-Richie?” Bill asked quietly, noticing that he clearly didn’t want attention brought to him. Richie turned to him, looked at the others then back to Bill. He sighed, letting his mind find the right words to say. Just as he was about to speak Stan called out to them, clearly showing they hadn’t been listening to the group discussing about still going to the quarry.


The group were stood by the edge of the quarry whilst Richie sat on a rock next to Bill further back. He watched as (Y/N) laughed, “Stupid fucking feelings,” he mumbled, tapping his leg and huffing. “Fucking unnecessary pieces of shit, maybe I don’t want to like her, y’know, did you ever take that into account?” Bill turned to look at him, confused look on his face.

“I didn’t e-e-even sa-say anyth-th-thing,” he said, looking back at the others. “B-but you d-d-did j-j-just adm-mit so-something,” he lowered his voice this time, seeing that she had turned to wave them over. They shook their heads and she shrugged, turning back to talk to the others. “J-just t-t-tell her.”

“Worse fucking idea, Bill,” he said, a little too loudly. “I’m not doing that,” he whispered. “I’ll make a complete idiot out of myself-“

“That why you not jumping in with us?” she approached them and laughed. He just sat and stared, wide eyed. “C’mon,” she tugged at his wrists and he stood up, looking back at Bill for help, but he just waved. “You go, I’ll go,” she raised her eyebrows, nodding towards the water at the bottom.

“I-um,” he laughed nervously. “Your wrist must hurt, you should rest it,” she raised an eyebrow at him.

She nodded, “Hmm hmm, nice try,” she laughed, before pushing him lightly into the water. She jumped in after, causing a domino effect of everyone going in. They were all laughing, playing in the water as if nothing had happened earlier, but Richie couldn’t get the feeling in his chest to leave. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it and laugh with the others, every time he saw (Y/N) smile or look at him, it caused his brain to focus on the feeling again.

“I’m getting a bit tired,” he told Bill. “I’ll just be over there,” He saw a nearby resting point and swam over to it, soon pulling himself up onto it. He shook himself in attempts to get rid of some of the water, not that it helped at all. He sat hunched up, knees pressed to his chest and arms huddling around his legs. He watched as the others splashed ad spoke to each other, too focused to notice that (Y/N) wasn’t there anymore.

“Hey,” she said, climbing up and sitting next to him. It snapped him back to reality and he looked to her, but then soon turned away. “What’s got you so bummed out, Tozier?” she asked concerned, the others were still swimming whilst the two sat on a small level of cliff. “You’re not seeming like you ever since earlier,” she looked at him softly.

“I think I fucking like you,” he blurted out and as the words left his mouth he closed his eyes, lightly hitting the side of his head. “Fuck,” he muttered.

“You think?” she was quite amused, and incredibly thankful that he’d spoken up first.

“Y-Yeah,” his voice cracked slightly. “I-um- I’m not totally sure, you know, like I think it’s what I’m feeling, but I’ve never felt what liking someone is like so I’m kinda just taking a knife in the dark, here.” He rambled on which made her laugh, blushing at how nervous he seemed to be.

“It’s taking a stab in the dark,” she put her head down and then looked back up. She looked around at the surroundings, as he looked at her embarrassed. “But,” she said, Richie still looking at her intently. “I don’t know what it feels like to like someone either,” he turned to face in front of him, preparing himself for rejection. “But I’m pretty sure I feel the same, I mean, like I could be wrong but I don’t know, I think I do,” his eyes widened and he looked her slowly, in sync with her looking at him.

“Are we meant to, you know, like, kiss or some shit?” he asked, an evident hope rising in his voice.

She laughed. “Not a chance,” she tapped his nose. “Well, not yet, anyway.”

Sneak Pt. 1 [M]

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Graphic smut, this is pure filth, i am not sorry, ceo!namjoon

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: this shoot had me feeling all sorts of ways. don’t tempt me into making this a series because i very well could lol oops rip me. Also, this is unedited. I will be coming back to it to make edits once I finally sleep

Originally posted by jackjacky5

Part 1 Part 2

You stood behind the podium and stared out into the boardroom. The group of unamused business men clad in suits that costs 6 months of your rent stared back at you. The youthful face of the CEO stood out amongst the wrinkled frowns of everyone else in the room. You tried not to stare, or at least not let him notice you were staring. You had been working for this corporation for 3 months but you still hadn’t gotten used to the idea that Namjoon was your boss. Granted, there weren’t many CEO’s in their 20’s anyway.

But he was handsome. His dirty blonde hair always sat messily upon his head. Thick black framed glasses sat perfectly on his face while two dimples frame the sides of his perfect lips. Not that you had notice his perfect lips to begin with. Namjoon was your boss, a mantra that you had to remind yourself on a daily basis because if it weren’t for that then you would certainly be wanting to get him in the supply closet. But Namjoon was your boss.

Taking a deep breath, you started your presentation. It seemed like all the knowledge your fancy degree had given you went out the window as soon as you started to speak. You weren’t even sure if it was english, but before you knew it you had reached the last slide. Silence filled the room as the men in suits took in the last of your words. “Any questions?” you asked.

There was no response. Just pairs of empty eyes staring back at you. The overwhelming feeling of failure creeped into your bones as you stood awkwardly in place, unsure of what to do. Finally, the grumpiest of all the men raised an eyebrow and started to speak, “How is this relevant to our company? The ideas you are proposing are very provocative, but we don’t run the business this way. It seems a little out of reach, don’t you think?”

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Apartment - Bill Skarsgård Imagine

The hands on the clock showed that the time was 11pm in the evening, and you were beginning to feel really tired. At least you thought that was what you thought it said. It was a little hard to tell since the clock was laying in the other end of the room, on the floor of your new apartment. Yourself and Bill new apartment. “No, no we won’t hang up that picture. I look so weird in it”. The two of you were discussing what pictures to hang on the walls, while casually eating pizza on the floor.

“It’s my favourite though”. Bill said whilst chewing on a piece of pizza, and wave around a picture of the two of you at your birthday party last year.

“People will stare”.

“Oh let the people stare”!

“So what about that cabinet”? You pointed to a bunch of wood laying in the other end of the room, behind some boxes labelled as Unusable things, Things most important, and Random shit. The cabinet was yet to be assembled. "Where do you want to put that"?

“What about the living room, next to your grandmother’s chair”? He suggested.

“Yeah I think I’d like that. If there is enough room for it. I mean the chair is quite big and…" You began saying but was soon interrupted by a very excited Bill.

"I know hun, but listen, there is another very important question we need the answer to”

“And what may that be”?

He pulled a weird face and said “Who gets to have the last slice of pizza”? in an almost chipmunk like tone.

You laughed out in surprise. “I do”

“Nah I think I deserve it more”. He said in the chipmunk voice again.


“Because I did all the heavy lifting”. He said now in a normal voice.

“Okay I will personally fight you for it”.

“Oh will you? You know I’m much stronger than you”. He said whilst laughing a little, however he hadn’t more than just finished his sentence before you jumped on top of him.

Knocking him to the floor. In a fit of laughter you rolled on the floor next to him. Without even thinking about it, you pulled him on top of you. Wrapping your legs around his waist. He looked you right in the eyes, and did a cheeky little smile, before pulling you closer to him. And then you kissed. At first the kiss was small. A simple peck, but then the kiss grew more intense. For a long while there was nothing else in this world, but the two of you. However in the end the kiss ended, and Bill pulled his head back to look at you.

“Maybe we should share”? He said as he loosened himself from your grip, and sat back up on the floor.

“Sharing sounds good”. You replied as you also sat back up, but this time you sat up right next to him. So you could lean gently up against his big strong arms.

There was a nice quiet for a while, then he said “Have another question for you”.

“And that is”? You replied looking up at him.

Then he looked down at you with a crooked smile. “Where’s our bed going to be”?

anonymous asked:

Hi hi scenario where jimin is your boss and likes you since you starded working for him. He gets jealous and angry when he sees his worker flirt with you and take his anger at you. (You think he hates you but sometimes he is really nice to you the sweet side him makes you like him) at late night work you two fight it drives you to quit but he doesnt want to let you go and things leds you to sex (kinky, heated and with a lot of dirty talk) later he confesses to you... LOL sorry to detailed

Office Wars:

With an indignant growled your hands balled up at your desk seeing the large file that was just dropped down by your boss’s assistant. You clicked your tongue nodding your head, slowly trying to get your anger down and under your belt. But Jimin always did something that would seem to piss you off whenever you came into work. It made no sense it was like he fucked with you on purpose because he knew that he could get under your skin and cause a reaction out of you.  You pressed your feet into the ground one into the other your hands drumming against your leg as you made your way towards his office. Knocking harshly on the door, listening to his receptionist shout “he’s busy” well too fucking bad! Storming in you saw Jimin there his hands pressed down on the desk in a general meeting. All his fellow company heads sitting down looking at you, and their looks were anything less than intrigued. You had on a simple dress that was skin tight and curved up your body but the ends flared out in a wave motion, the dark soft blue dress bringing out your eyes. Your heels were thigh high boots that you just had to wear on this cold day (and you knew that Jimin would be looking) but seeing him right now you regretted all of it.

“Miss Y/N.” Jimin said sternly after getting over his shock of seeing you and of course you looked breathtaking like always but today you had gone overboard with him always bursting through his doors as if you owned the place, it was time to put you in line.

“I’m.. Sorry I can come back.” You muttered quietly as you tried to back up.

“No. You wanted to come in and interrupt us. Please tell me what was so important that you would interrupt a director board meeting.” The way Jimin said those words made your skin crawl. And looking at him, the black suit and white shirt with a black tie looking good on him. His light brown locks falling into his eyes and a golden earing shined from where he stood. He was so sexy, his thighs looking firm and taut in those slacks. Swallowing you sighed not wanting to do this in front of all his friends, all the fire in your system down and dead now. Hesitantly you opened your mouth holding up your file.

“This is too much work on top of everything else, I can’t finish this tonight.” You were going to keep going but one of the men started laughing, looking up at you he tilted his head.

“Did you really come interrupt the head of your company to tell him you couldn’t do his work? Didn’t know you let your workers run so.. Wild here Jimin.” The male with dark brown hair stated, a goofy deep laugh from his throat as he watched Jimin whose ears flared up.

“Excuse me?” You asked steadying your feet because that was over the line. “Wild?! Did you call me wild?”

“I said all of his employees and I certainly didn’t stutter but it warms my heart to know you can hear. Now if you will excuse us grown men are talking.” He called himself dismissing you, and your eyes opened wide a few dry laughs from your throat as you took a step forward the heat from your anger radiating off your body.

“Grown man?? You sound like a fucking child who just lost minutes at recess. How about you watch your mouth and don’t tell me what to do because you’re not my fucking boss and even if you were which you would never be I would never-“

“Y/N!” Jimin shouted your name harshly. The fire in his eyes told you that it would be in your best interest to keep quiet. “Right now, you are acting like a child and I am very disappointed in you, either do the work or pack up and don’t come back.” Jimin warned causing you to slowly back away from him and storm off in a heat of emotions. And ever since that day a week ago, you had never stepped foot in his office again or even bothered to say shit when you were tired and overworked.

“Don’t feel to stressed Y/N I have to do the same work that you do and I know together we will get through it.” A cute nerdy co-worker told you, his hand on your shoulder as he tried to comfort you and soon he was hugging you close around the waist, his hands tightly gripping onto your hips. Jimin saw all of this and he became more upset at you and the guy touching you, to the point where he had his assistant drop a massive stack of files onto your desk. Seeing the stack, your mind went blank. You couldn’t go into his office and demand he talk it out with you, it would only end in you possibly getting embarrassed by someone again. Sighing softly, you leaned back in your chair waiting for the day to end.

Chuckling lightly with your feet propped on your desk you made sure that you were not doing a fucking thing during work. Playing on your cellphone watching the images pop up on your screen as you dashed the little cookies across the flat surface sighing in contentment. Once the last person from the job packed up their shit and was leaving, you grabbed the files and shut down everything at your desk walking towards Jimin’s office because you knew he stayed late on the weekdays so he could go party on the weekends. Meaning his assistant was gone as well. Hearing slight grunts and groans you pushed open the door of his office seeing Jimin hunched over his paper work, annoyance in his rigid position. He had taken off his suit jacket leaving him in just a white shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his tie loosened a bit, and from what you could see it looked as if he had on gray pants and a belt.

“Unless you’re here to say you have finished my work I told you that you could go home Ms. Jieun.” He called his office assistant name making you smile as you slammed the door and walked up to his desk, slamming the large files on it. Some papers scattered everywhere and Jimin’s facial expression was priceless. Eyes raised behind his clear oval glasses, and mouth hanging open at the fact that the papers were getting disorganized.

“I’m not Jieun, but I am quitting so have a nice night and you know fuck you.” You smiled sweetly turning on your heels walking towards the door.

“Such a spoiled brat.” Jimin spat through clenched teeth, his eyes roaming over your curved figure, eyes going to your ass waiting for you to halt in your tracks and when you did he kept going. “What can’t get your co-worker to drool over you and do your work so now you quit you little baby girl?” He asked in a teasing small voice mocking you. Turning around on your heels you felt your anger rise more with that man.

“Fuck you, besides it’s not my fault he’s a real man.” You tried to hit below the belt.

“Baby anyone can be a real man to a spoiled brat like you. Your problem is you don’t know your place. And you aren’t quitting you’re going to come clean up these fucking papers and finish your work. Either right now or early in the morning.” Jimin stated with a shrug of his shoulders. Feeling extra smart with him, your hands crossed behind your back as you walked forward towards him. Leaning over his desk with a crooked smile you looked him in his eyes.

“Make me.” You said teasingly. In a flash your head was being brought down to the stack of papers on the male’s desk. Jimin smirked getting up as he held you in place walking around you slowly and keeping you there he leaned over you pulling your head back by your hair, his hand going down to slap your ass through your thin tight pink skirt, His hand gripped at the hems pushing it up over your plump ass.

“Gladly.” He stated as he positioned himself behind you, his eyes taking in your body greedily from head to toe.

“Y-you can’t do this!” You shouted to him and he started slapping your ass again causing you to wince and squirm under him.

“Aww does it hurt?” He tsked softly ripping at your panties pulling them from your body. He spread your legs wider looking down at your pussy his hand moving to grip and pull your ass cheek apart from the other groaning as he saw your body exposed to him. “I can do whatever the fuck I want because I’m the boss here and you’re the girl who is going to learn her place, and how to stop walking around acting as if you own the business and not me.”

You were going to retort, but Jimin even pulled away from you loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, if you wanted to leave you would’ve did so then, you didn’t know if he would have caught you or let you go but you choose to stay here and take this from him. And he couldn’t help but feel the pride swell up in his body. Jimin let his shirt hang open, taking off his belt he sat it beside your head pushing your body to rest against the files. “Be a good girl and I won’t have to use that.” He said to you leaning down to lick a stipe up your ass cheek. He reached his hands around your body, gripping at the front of your button up shirt he ripped it open letting the buttons pop from the places that they were intact landing in different areas of his room. He leaned down to lick down your neck slowly burying his face in your neck, he slowly rocked his hips against yours moaning against your skin.

“You don’t know how long, I have waited to feel your body under mine. And I know you do this to me on purpose, swaying your hips and interrupting me because you know I’ll look at this body and want to devour everything including this cute little pussy.” Jimin reached a hand down to slap at your pussy causing your hips to jolt, a groan passing through your lips as he pulled back to look at you. Gripping at his tie he kissed your lips, his mouth moving against yours to distract you as he got the tie around your neck, pulling it back he made your body arch as he got on his knees, he pulled the tie down hard enough to bit into your skin and cut off your breathing slowly. He got between your legs his face pressing against your plump ass cheeks as his tongue made quick work of coating your pussy lips with his spit. He licked up and down slowly playing with your slit until he was pushing his tongue on the inside licking against your clit slowly, moaning at how good you seemed to taste already. He stopped seeing your hands reach for the tie, you were trying to fight it a bit, especially since he was trying to tame you. Jimin with a frown pushed himself back up, grabbing at his belt he grabbed at your hands pressing them against your lower back and tightening his belt around your wrist even looping it in ways you didn’t know possible. He tried again, lifting your body back while each hand held an end of the tie and smiling proudly he went back to his work licking up and down your folds diving his tongue in to tease at your entrance.

“Well look at whose excited.” He snickered at how wet you were, spreading your legs wider, he pushed his tongue inside of your pussy moaning as he thrust it in and out slowly, his tongue swirling and coating your pink insides with his salvia. He moaned as he let his face press against your ass, his tongue pushing as deep as it could, thrusting and twisting so that he could find your spot. He curved it after sometime, not giving you more until he felt a slow push of your hips backwards. Looking up at you and focusing on your body he could see how your head was rolling back your mouth dropping open as strangled cries left your parted lips. He wanted more, curving his tongue and speeding it up making it vibrate on the inside of your pussy. He could feel your essence start to trail down his chin and drop onto his pants but he didn’t care he enjoyed the sound of your wet pussy as he tongue fucked you, how your breast hardened up inside of your black lace bra begging for his attention.

You were embarrassed by the fact that you were turned on already, how it felt to have him pressing his pink muscle inside of your tight pussy. Your hips were too busy following their own accord pushing back against his face, you could feel yourself become a little light headed but it only added to your excitement, your hands clasping together as you tried not to use much strength, his tongue seemed to find your spot giving a particular sharp jerk of your hips. Your body betraying you but your mind reminding you how he was your boss and this was against company policy. Damn that right now, you didn’t care you just wanted Jimin.

“Please.” You choked out hoarsely not entirely sure he heard you but he must have known you wanted something, because soon you were being slammed down on the desk, two of his fingers plunging inside of you as he loosened the tie a little bit looking down at you.

“What was that my good girl?” He teased brushing his fingers against your bundle of nerves, your pussy tightened around his fingers as you let out a cry of pleasure, his eyes searching yours as his long digits pushed and pulled in and out of you.

“Please fuck me!” You cried out, wanting to touch him, your bound hands gripping at the hems of his shirt.

“Hmm, I don’t know you haven’t been a good girl.” Jimin admitted with a frown pulling his fingers back and sucking on them.

“JIMIN PLEASE.” You growled out watching him make lewd sloppy slurping actions as he cleaned off his fingers, his eyes seemed to glow with mischief as the tips of his bangs fell into them.

“Get on your knees and prove you can be a good girl then I will.” He stated. Rolling your eyes, you almost didn’t do it until you saw him move to get his stuff. Scurrying to your feet you moved to get on your knees and you crawled over to him slowly, the carpet biting into your knees, as your boots rolled down your legs. Jimin walked the rest of the way, watching you and petting your head, he moved back to unzip his pants slowly, biting his lips as he undid his button letting his slacks drop and then his boxers. “I’ve waited on your tongue so long. I can’t wait to see those pretty lips stretched around my cock.” Jimin pulled down his boxers, his shaft lightly hitting you in the face. Your mouth watered as you saw the size and you couldn’t lie it made you a bit wetter seeing how big he was. Your tongue darted out after you took a moment to yourself, licking up the bottom of his shaft towards the tip. Jimin groaned lowly already throwing his head back, and despite hating him sometimes him letting you know he did feel you after fighting you so long made you want to do more and please him, your way of apologizing for being the brat that you sometimes were. Your tongue rolled against the tip of his shaft, your teeth nibbling on the mushroom feeling his cock twitch and the precum paint your lips. Licking it up your mouth parted as you sunk your mouth forward onto his shaft. He groaned gripping at the strands of your hair but he let you control it. Your eyes watered slowly as you forced yourself to take all of him in, pulling back to breathe and get your mouth wet you sunk back forward burying him into your wet canvas, your tongue rolling and licking side to side on the underside of his cock. Finding his veins your let your tongue play with them and trace the little paths while your mouth stretched around him, Jimin was a trembling mess trying to not rut his hips forward. But what did it for him, was when you grazed your teeth ever so gently across his shaft. A tremble pulled from his body that became littered with goosebumps. He tightened his grip on your hair, holding your head in place he started to slam his cock into your mouth making sure that he could feel the back of your throat brushing against his tip as he face fucked you. His balls slapped against your chin gathering the spit that formed there and dripped onto the floor, your eyes were becoming blurred with wetness, the outline of him not becoming apparent until you blinked away some of the wetness. Your eyes stare at him wanting to burn the image in your brain of how good he looked with his head down back and stomach tightening those define muscles popping out and the lines of his abs hardening with every clench of his stomach. How he called out your name in a husked voice dripping with lust wasn’t anything less than arousing and your pussy was creating a puddle on the floor itself. You were choking for him, the burn became more as you gagged a bit but willed yourself to hold it down, the sounds only adding to Jimin’s throbbing erection. He felt close, too close. Pulling back from you he slapped your face twice on the left cheek, gripping at your cheeks to squish them together causing you to moan.

“You dirty fucking girl do you see what you do to me? You got to fix this now, I’m too hard. And I’m needy for you. But at least it will be the real thing and not my hand getting me off. “Jimin admitted picking you up by your hair. He moved to quickly push you to the desk on your stomach first. His hands spreading your legs wide.

“A-aren’t you going to move the papers?!” You asked him as he ground his hips against yours his shaft becoming extra coated by your juices as your hips impatiently pushed back against his.

“No.” He said simply looking you in the eyes. “You get to clean it up after I fuck you.” Grinning in victory he slammed himself inside of you, his hands undoing the belt he grabbed at your hips steadying himself to bury himself balls deep inside of your walls. He made sure you took every inch, the warm wet walls causing a loud groan of pleasure to ripple from his parted lips. How his face twisted in pleasure as he slammed into you. Some of the paper files started to slide off the desk, in the manila folder and falling on the floor scattering faintly. Jimin didn’t care it made him fuck you harder to see how many files he could ruin while he ruined you in the process. His hand came up starting to slap at each of your ass cheeks, watching as your hips rolled from the slaps and took him deeper it seemed the slick smooth walls wrapping around him. He gripped your hips tighter, holding onto the skirt so that he could slam into your harder the smacking sound of your hips colliding bouncing off the walls and his hands pulled the fabric up some, watching your ass bounce against his shaft. Jimin grabbed at one of your hands spreading your ass cheeks wide with his free hand he pressed your middle finger against your asshole. “Fuck your pretty little asshole, I can’t double penetrate you properly so I want you to do it for me.” He commanded.

Before you could enter your finger inside of you he brought your hand up to his mouth sucking on two of your fingers coating them with his spit and keeping his eye contact with you before letting them go. Your skin burned slightly from becoming flustered by you found your puckered star pressing your slim middle finger inside of your tight asshole. Groaning slightly, you pushed it as deep as you could, moving it in and out slowly as he grabbed at both of your ass cheeks spreading them wide to watch you. “Look at how greedy that whole is too. How you just take my cock so well and your finger? You’re such a little slut that just likes to get filled, aren’t you?” When you didn’t answer Jimin slowed down moving agonizingly slow. “I asked a question.” He commanded wanting you to answer.

“Yes- yes Jimin! I’m a dirty slut alright now fuck me like it!” That was all he needed to hear. Pulling out of you he turned you onto your back, slamming you down to scatter more papers. You gave him a dark look and for the first time that day you saw a sheepish smile appear on his lips as he spread your legs back wide wrapping them around his chest. He leaned over you latching your mouth on his as he pushed back into you rocking his hips forward. Slowly fucking you until he built up speed, he continued to abuse your pussy winding his hips forward and making sure that his hips didn’t disconnect from yours too long. His tongue slipped into your mouth drinking up your cries of pleasure as your tongues tangled together. Your free hand moved to grip at his locks pulling them as you desperately tried to control the kiss which you had to submit too as he switched his hips to swirl and slam against your spot using that against you. It was like he was trying to shove his tongue down your throat, tracing it over every inch in your mouth until spit seemed to drip from your lips again he pulled back going for your breast. He pulled your bra down with one hand freeing your hardened nipples his mouth latched onto the skin taking his time sucking each one of them with his tongue lapping at the skin flicking up and down. He bit harshly on your nipples causing your head to roll back as his hand went down to your clit. He started a process of rubbing your clit in a fast circle with his index finger, only to stop and tap against the throbbing bud. Your hips pushed back against his and Jimin loving the fight you gave picked you up off the desk.

He moved you pulling out of you so that he could sit down and situate himself. Your hand moved from your tight asshole and you pouted slightly at the loss. He gripped at your hips once he was ready helping you slide down onto his stiff cock that penetrated you even deeper from this angle. You tried to push from him. Planting your hands on his lower stomach so that you could move and ride him but Jimin wasn’t having that knocking your hands from under you Jimin made sure that you were laying back against him. His hand reached around to rub at your clit as his hips snapped up. You cried out, body shaking on top of him. “Look at me.” Jimin urged biting on the inside of your arm.

You did as told, your hands gripping onto his hair. Your eyes searched him as he rubbed your clit harder with two fingers this time his hips slamming up against yours to press against your spot.

“Hnng~ ah-ah Jimin! Fuck Jimin!” Your voice and words were falling you, a mix of made up words leaving your lips until you couldn’t do anything else but moan for him. Trying to signal you were close but your head kept rolling back. Jimin smirked speeding up his ministrations on your body drinking in the sight of you now loosing yourself on top of him. As your orgasm got closer he paused his dick inside of you just rubbing your clit. Sure enough your hips raised off of him your orgasm sweeping through you and cum sliding from your body as he worked on your clit. He moaned seeing your essence shoot from your pussy slamming upwards to enter you again he made quick shallow thrusts into you, he could feel his own cock throbbing but he sought to get you off again, feeling the familiar clench of your walls around his cock. He had you cumming again in no time, almost breaking the chair as he let out a growl. He pushed you forward back on the desk gripping your hips to keep abusing your sweet spot the overstimulation had you grabbing back at him but he only gripped at your hand to hold it with his.

“In or out?” He asked short of breath his eyes rolling as he throbbed inside.

“In! In please Jimin give me your cum. I want your cum. I’m your dirty little slut I want to feel all of you just like in my fantasies!” You blurted out in the heat of the moment. Jimin gasped the news was too much for him and he came spilling his seed deep inside of your pussy. His hips jerked forward bruising your ass until he felt his cum leaving his system, slowing down his hips he leaned over you kissing up your arm slowly until he was kissing your temple, your sweaty baby hairs resting against your head as you gave him a lazy look.

Jimin scooped you up gently sitting back down with you in his lap, his fingertips rubbing at your sides as he gave a goof crooked smile.

“So.. You think about me. Like a lot lot right?” Hearing the boyish giggle from his lips had you rolling your eyes as you pushed at his shoulders, feeling the blissful silence be ruined.

“Go away you fucked up a perfect moment!” You complained but you were secretly happy to see this side of him once again, the side you loved so much.

“Well I don’t think we are getting anymore work done tonight, so how about I take you back home and you show me how I do it in your fantasies?” He asked kissing on your neck and you hummed smiling sweetly.

“They also include breakfast in bed and baths with Mr. Park.” You grinned kissing his lips.

“Always?” He asked in a shock tone peering at you through his bangs.

“Nope. That fantasy just started a few minutes ago.” You teased him shrugging your shoulders. Wrapping his arms tightly around you he stood up slowly sighing as he pulled out of you helping you get undressed.

“Like I said, spoiled princess but I would rather have you be mine… Are you?” He asked once again as you were walking to his door with him.

“I will agree to some terms and conditions.” You admitted smiling widely as you grabbed his hand leaning into his side.

“Well good because we don’t get to talk about these terms and conditions until your pretty ass is bent over picking up my papers and then maybe I’ll bend you over my desk, but all in due time little one. For right now I have a few of my own fantasies to live out including an elevator quickie.” He admitted picking you up and carrying you towards the elevator at the end of the hall, leaving the ruined office for someone else to deal with because he was not letting you leave his bed the next morning.


Today is your boyfriend, Klaus’s birthday. You awaited his arrival home, wearing your sexiest lingerie set just for him.

As soon as he entered the bedroom that the two of your share, his eyes went wide from being caught off guard. Before he was able to get a word out, you spoke seductively, walking over to him. “Happy birthday, baby.” You cupped his cheeks, planting a kiss on his lips, then slowly made your hands down, stopping at his chest, Klaus giving you that sexy, crooked smile. “You look ravishing, love.” He whispered.

You smiled back, grabbing his hand to lead him to a chair, then pushed him to sit down. You walked over to the stereo to put the appropriate song for the mood while he poured himself a glass of whiskey, while admiring your body with his eyes.

Once the song was played, you swayed your hips as you’re slowly walking towards the original hybrid. You grabbed the glass of whiskey from his hand, finishing whatever was left over and set it on the table.

This past week you’ve definitely been preparing by watching various videos on lap dances. So you tried the best you could in this moment. You faced your back towards the birthday boy, gently sitting on his lap, shaking your hips in rhythm with the music.

Klaus was starting to get turned on and couldn’t resist touching you so he grabbed onto your waist. The change of position was necessary, so you turned around to face your boyfriend, linking your body onto his as you continued grinding on him. He bit his bottom lip, then gently started caressing your body with his hands. You can feel his member growing hard which made you grin.

Klaus looked at your like a predator ready to attack his prey, then grunted. “Now it’s my turn.” He quickly picked you up, you wrapped your legs around him from habit, locking his lips to yours while he walked the two of you over to the bed you share. Upon reaching the bed, he placed you on the mattress.

He took off only his shirt, then got on top of you. Before he had the chance to kiss on your neck, you stopped him. “No no no, it’s your birthday.” It was his day, so you got on top, ready to dominate him in bed. “Very well then, love.” Klaus replied, smirking at you.

Uhhh I kinda got smacked around by some inspiration for a VLD fic, of all things?  

“I wanted to see how you two were doing,” Shiro said, collapsing against the counter beside her.  "But, it’s good to get a little quiet.“

Hunk frowned in sympathy.  "They still arguing?”

“Something like that.”  Shiro sighed, kneading his temples.  "I wish I could say it’s surprising, but.  Fire and water are opposites.“

"So are earth and air,” Pidge noted.  "Feel like sparring, Hunk?“

Hunk grinned over his mixing bowl.  "I’m good, but thanks.”

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@evakteket fall challenge 

(that I demanded like the brat I am and Kit delivered so awesomely)

1 – Coffee Shop AU    
3 – Cold Snap    
3 – Beanie Hats

Everything looked tinged in gold in this season. He never really knew when it started; was it a certain date? Just a random day? Did it happen gradually? Who knew, it always crept up on Even, one moment everything was green and the next the whole world seemed yellow and cozy and just so nice.

This feeling only grew when the little bell above the door went off and his favorite customer came in. Even couldn’t hide the smile spreading on his face as he spotted the by now familiar golden curls.

“Halla!” he greeted and leaned forward, both hands on the counter. He could never help the movement or, well, he didn’t really register it at first. Not until Elias – who thankfully was in the back and couldn’t see him drool all over the counter – had mentioned that he always swayed toward Isak.


Isak. That was his name. Even had only found that out through what he thought had been a genius stunt: He had taken his order and then said “Name?” with a pen ready at the to go cup in his hand.

The thing was, at Starbucks they always asked the customer’s name. The little coffeeshop Even worked at however? He hadn’t had asked once the past few weeks since Isak had been coming to get his daily coffee fix in the morning. This meant that the question didn’t come across as casual or inconspicuous as Even had hoped for.

“Uuh, Isak,” the boy had responded quietly. Isak then cleared his throat awkwardly, his brows furrowing even more. Even had grinned at him and nodded.

“Isak,” he’d repeated quietly as he wrote the name on the cup (and stopped himself before he drew a heart on it or something) and when he looked up again there had been a red tinge to the boy’s cheeks.

Now, there was a tinge to his cheeks too, and on the tips of his ears, but sadly it was more likely due to the sudden coldsnap that had taken Oslo by surprise than Even’s presence behind the counter. Isak shuddered a bit and lifted his arm, as if to reach for one of his seemingly frozen ears, but lowered it onto the counter instead.

“Hi.” He sounded a bit breathless, a sheepish smile spreading on his face. “Fucking cold.”  

“No hat?” Even asked with a scolding tsk, reaching for the already prepared (read: doodled on) to go cup and began with the usual order before Isak could say anything.

“No,” Isak sighed, “Jonas took mine when he left this morning.” A fond eyeroll followed that. Oh. Jonas. Even felt his smile falter a bit. He saw Isak’s dim a bit, too, after he looked at him. Even forced the brightest smile back on his lips.

“That’s not very gallant of Jonas.” The name tasted bitter. Or maybe he was just being dramatic. Of course, that cute golden boy had someone in his life already and wasn’t waiting for Even to swoop him off his feet, one doodled on coffee at a time.

Isak tilted his head to the side and shrugged. “No, he can be a dick.” He sounded fond as hell as he said it, though. It took all of Even not to pout at that.

He put the finishing touches to Isak’s order and then he slid the finished coffee over the counter towards him.

“Takk.” Isak smiled and looked curiously at the cup because, fuck. Even had begun to doodle random things on them a while ago. Mostly doodles of Isak with his books, or with a huge coffee, or with a red nose the week he fought a cold or sometimes just something that inspired Even in the moment (for example a squirrel that looked suspiciously like a certain boy with curls that escaped a beanie on his head, the huge scarf and a backpack beside it).

Today though, Even had decided to be bold, and had drawn Isak sitting on the ground, face buried in his scarf, hands clasped around his steaming mug of coffee and beside Isak there was a doodled guy - who, with his coif and denim jacket looking very much like himself - an arm draped around Isak’s shoulders.

Isak stared at it.

Was running away something he could play off next time Isak came around? Because it felt pretty tempting now.

He had to come up with something that would spare them both the awkwardness of Isak telling Even this was not ok, since he had a hat-stealing boyfriend to go home to. But all that played on repeat in his mind was fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Isak, eyes on the counter, inhaled deeply and then rushed “CanImaybegetyournumber?” out on an exhale.

Even - needing a second to decipher the mumbled words - stared at Isak, who bit the side of his lips and let his eyes look at everything but Even’s face.

“Uhm,” Isak started but Even’s brain finally kicked to a start again.

“My number?” he asked, sounding so perplex that it made Isak snap his eyes back up to him. He looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Uhm, uh, yeah but I mean I- you don’t ha-“ Isak stammered out and then seemed to decide that flight was the better option because he suddenly loudly cleared his throat, lifted the hand that wasn’t holding the coffee and did a little awkward wave. “-anyway thank you for the coffee, bye.” And turned on his heels.

“Wha- wait, wait, wait! Isak!” Isak was already in the door when Even called after him. He hesitated for a second and then closed the door again. The bell ringing, again, as Isak turned around in slow motion.

“Jonas.” Even said, because his brain decided it was time for a break once again.

Isak’s eyes widened. “What?” He looked quite shocked to be honest. Then again, Even thought, if you ask for someone’s number and they answer with the name of your boyfriend that could startle a person. Oh, right, his turn to talk.

“Uhm, should you not just have, uhm, Jonas’ number?” It made no sense but he thought it would bring the point across without calling Isak out for cheating and also, hinting that this was a big no no for him.

Isak screwed his face up and it was hands down the most adorable thing Even had ever seen. His nose scrunched up and crinkled, his eyes were almost non-existent with the force he drew his face together with.

“Why would I have only Jonas’ number? Hva faen, Even?” The exasperated and overly dramatic way Isak said his name made butterflies flutter in Even’s stomach.

“He has your hat.” Even explained weakly. At first Isak shook his head in confusion, but then understanding dawned on his face. His mouth dropped open and after a second longer he snorted out a laugh.

“No! Oh my god, no. No no no no no. Jonas is just my best friend. He crashed because we were so high last night he was convinced he’d freeze to death if he left my flat.”

Oh. Ooh.

“Oh.” This was great news. Fantastic news. Even felt his face morph into a relieved smile.

“Yeah.” Isak answered on a chuckle, then he shuffled with his feet nervously. “Yeah, soo…” he began and bit the side of his lips again.

Even’s eyes lit up with the knowledge that he 1. already knew that this was a nervous gesture of Isak’s and 2. that that meant Isak was nervous. Nervous if Even would give him his number. Isak wanted his number. Isak wanted his number and was not taken.

“Yes!” It came out too loud in the small room and they both jumped a bit.

Even grabbed for another to go cup and began scrabbling his number on it. (Of course, he made a mistake and had to scratch through a digit. He hesitated for only a moment before he made the scratched out digit into a heart he had wanted to draw for forever.)

When he held the cup out, Isak came back to the counter and took it, grinning. He looked giddy. He looked adorable! He looked perfect.

“Do you write all your stuff on these?” Isak asked and Even raised his brows before he pursed his lips to the side to try to at least tame his answering grin.

“It was either that or write it on your arm, but I thought the cup would be the more classy choice.” Isak let out a laugh - ok hey there was Even’s new favorite sound alright – and rolled his eyes fondly, after which he looked up at Even through his lashes. There was a crooked smile that lifted one side of his mouth and Even felt his eyes dart down to those Cupid’s bow lips. When his eyes flicked back up, he saw Isak look at his own lips. Hands on the counter again, Even felt himself sway forward.

“Jesus, I swear it’s like you two have connecting magnets inside of you.” Elias’ voice cut through the charged moment. His best friend squeezed past him behind the counter, arms loaded with the newly arrived autumn to go cups.

“Uhm, yeah ok, uh, thanks.” A very red Isak mumbled now, holding his cup up and then added, “again,” with a small chuckle, before he was out the door for real this time.

“Did I interrupt something?” The innocent tone in Elias’ voice was betrayed by the huge smug grin on his face.

“Fuck you.” It lacked heat, though, since Even laughed while he said the words. Elias laughed too, dodging the towel Even threw at him and clapped Even on the back before he moved past him again for more cups. Even was already excited to start on new doodles for Isak on them.

Still grinning Even fished his phone out of his pocket. Damn it, he should’ve asked for Isak’s number back. It itched in his fingers to text him already.

His train of thought was interrupted by a ping from his phone.

unknown number:

Forget the butterflies, Even felt something stomp around in there. Isak fucking answered the heart Even had drawn on the cup. After he saved Isak’s number and before he had time to come up with what to respond with he saw the three dots appear. Shortly after that:

🍂 Isak 🍂
oh it’s isak btw
the heart was because of your heart you gave me
I meant the one you drew on the cup
not anything cheesy

Even laughed out loud and decided to end Isak’s rambled suffering. He fucking loved autumn. 

bruises [ stan uris x reader ]

summary: bowers cuts (name)’s hair off and stan comforts her

warnings: mentions of child abuse, henry bowers being a dick

a/n: this is written for @superwolfiestar ‘s “Beauty and the Beast Halloween prompt challenge”! this is day 17 and prompt purple. Also, I used @horrificmemes
31 Horrific Days v2 [October Writing Challenge] ! same day, prompt sratching. also, request by anon and @michelangeluicould pretty pretty please (with a cherry on top) write more stan stuff? he’s adorable. also your writing style is one of the best here on tumblr, i love it  /  could you do a Stan Uris x Reader where the reader has really long and curly hair and she really loves it and the Bowers gang gets her alone one day and they cut it off and she goes to stan after? thank you!!

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It’s October 16th and there are exactly ten purple bruises on your body that hurt from the slightest touch and three scratches from long nails that had gripped your upper arm too rough. Sometimes you count how many dot your body. They appear so often that it’s the only bright side to the dark void that has become your life. Days pass slow and you wear longer sweaters each day, even if it’s summer, long skirts and long pants and never wear swimsuits because that is too revealing. Because one scary day someone will ask what goes down back at home. And when that day comes, you won’t know what to say. So you hope it never does. But now is Autumn. Chilly weather urges you into heavy clothing that covers you to a T. The skies are a bit brighter. And so is your day when you spend it with Stan Uris.

See, you have this beautiful wild curly hair. Stan has a similar hairdo, so you always felt a connection with him because of this. He always called your curls pretty, too. And that is exactly the reason you developed a crush on him.

You love your hair. It’s your prettiest aspect, at least that’s what you believe. You love how it bounces by your sides as you walk. You love how playful and full of life it is. But most of all, you love how it can’t be ruined. Can’t be decorated with icky bruises and deep scratches.

So naturally you are in shambles because Henry fuckface Bower’s cut it off.

It’s October 16th and you were walking by the Barrens – your home is quite a walk away, but you don’t mind since you don’t want to go there anyway so a long trip doesn’t hurt, - letting your mind wander to what had happened today. Stan Uris, a cute boy in your class, had asked you to join him and his friends for lunch. You have seen the boys around before, and you’re quite familiar with Beverly though you wouldn’t call her your friend. Yet. Today you had the feeling that you were finally apart of something bigger. That you’re finally accepted for who you are and not mocked for wearing clothes ‘not fit for a girl’. Despite yesterday and today’s morning being an utter shitshow, the afternoon had been a bliss of love struck glances and friendly jokes.

Then Bowers showed up, all smug and powerful and reminding you so much of your father that you grew small and insignificant in front of him. He and his goons that drooled behind him had informed you that you had ‘joined the loser’s club’ and ‘this is your initiation’. Confused and frightened, but trying not to give in, your eyes had darted around for an escape route, possibly a passing car to cry out for help. But nothing. There was no escape, and that realization dawned too slow and you didn’t have enough time to move. Bowers’s friends grasped your upper arms and lifted you – the bruises squished and hurt, - and you barely stopped yourself from releasing a pained yelp of surprise. Bowers took out silver scissors from his pocket and you paled; your mouth pried to say something, anything, but all that came out was a meek pleading breath as tears picked at the corners of your big (color) eyes.

You pound on the Uris household’s door. Your cheeks are dyed in blotches of red and few tears had dried on your cheeks. Smoke comes out your mouth as you mutter ‘please’ over and over again, until you hear footsteps approaching and a note of panic strikes. What if Stan isn’t home? What if his mother opens the door and then what will you say? She’ll ask what had happened to you. Then she will ask why you didn’t go home instead. And then you’ll have to tell her and you’ll be in so much trouble and—

“(Name)?” Stan calls you surprised, standing by the open door with his eyes narrowed as if he can hardly recognize you. Your breath hitches in your throat and a bitter taste floods your mouth. A new batch of tears rolls from your fingertips: squeezes your heart and throat painfully before finally striking your eyes and in desperation you rush to him and hug him tightly. He is still for a moment, unsure of what to do and what is happening, but feeling his shirt damp from your muffled cries he hurriedly hugs back, running his fingers through the tips of your now short hair, “What…happened to it?” He asks gently, but you simply shake your head.

He had let you in. Gave you his favorite blanket and seated you in the living room, on the couch, as he ran to make hot cocoa. Then he gave you his mug – one with power rangers, - sat next to you and intertwined his fingers with yours. Frankly, he wasn’t sure what he was doing exactly. His mind was set ablaze with hurt and anger upon seeing you so…broken and he wanted to do everything he could to help you. He just didn’t know what. So he did what his mother used to do when he was sad – hot cocoa and blankets. The hand holding is entirely his spin on it. A subconscious reaction. Wanting to run his fingers through your pretty hair is one, too.

“I-I-I-It was B-Bowers…” You murmur, your voice still riddled with sobs as you stare into the black screen of the TV. Stan frowns.

“We’ll get back at him, I promise—“ But you shake your head again and his brows knit together in worry. Finally, you look at him, fix a crooked smile and he can feel his heart breaking.

“I don’t want him to hurt you, too…” You say, “I mean…Look at me. Look what he did to me. I look…disgusting.”

Now he’s shocked. The crying, Bowers bullying you - that he can understand, but you…Saying that, when to him you are the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life? Impossible, and he leans in almost unconsciously in alarm, his eyes wide in surprise as he catches your gaze, “What? No, no, no don’t ever say that, you’re—“ His free hand comes to curl a lock of (color) hair around his finger, feel the soft fiber, admire the way the Autumn sun shifts and plays on it through the window, “you’re beautiful, (Name).” Your heart catches in your throat and you look at him – he looks just as surprised by his words as you are. Tears subdue. You feel the tips of your ears burn with fire, “We actually…have matching hairstyles, now. Which is pretty fucking cool if you ask me.”

You smile, feeling so genuinely overwhelmed by his positivity and how much he cares about you that you can hardly hold back a new batch of happy tears. With a faint sniffle you squeeze his hand, “Thank you, Stan.”

He cracks a smile of his own, “You should never thank anyone for telling the truth…”


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d2diamond  asked:

Fluff: #60 “You look like you could use a hug.” - OtaYuri! :D

You look like you could use a hug,” Yuri says as he looks down at Otabek’s figure slumped down on the bench. His skates are still on and he is resting his head on the wall behind him, eyes closed. Yuri can see the anger on his features even if he doesn’t say a word. 

He hurt his knee again, he landed a jump a bit harder than usual and Yuri felt his heart stop when he saw Otabek fall on the ice. When he stayed there just a beat too long, flat on his back, completely still. 

Yuri sits next to him, resting his hand on top of Otabek where he is holding the ice on his injured knee. Yuri pushes it a bit further and even rests his head on Otabek’s shoulder as well. Yuri is scared it might be a bit too much when he feels Otabek taking his hand off his knee but it comes back on top of Yuri’s instead and he rubs his fingers against Yuri’s knuckles. 

Yuri looks up and Otabek opened his eyes, looking down at him and biting the inside of his cheek. Yuri has the feeling he is fighting back tears and for the first time in his life, the sight of someone crying might bring some tears in his eyes as well. 

Otabek never stops making new emotions bubble up inside of him and if he’s being completely honest, Yuri is ready to embrace every single one of them. 

Otabek came to St.Petersburg a few months to train with Yuri. And it’s great. Otabek sleeps in Yuri’s guest room and they hang out a lot, binge watch too many tv shows on Netflix. Yuri loves showing the city to Otabek and he rent a motorbike so it makes the whole thing even cooler. 

They cuddle sometimes, in front of the tv, they hold hands too. Otabek never leaves without a kiss on Yuri’s cheek. And there isn’t anything better than the warm embrace of Otabek’s hug. They always make Yuri feel better so he thought, maybe it could be the other way around with Otabek too.

That he could suggest a hug to make him feel better.

Otabek reaches over and wrap his arm around Yuri’s shoulder, pulling him closer and Yuri can feel a kiss being pressed against the top of his head, “You’re the one who needs comfort Beka.”

“I always feel better when you’re in my arms” Otabek replies, his voice a bit rough, breaking on the last few words. Yuri puts his arms around his waist to hold him a bit closer.

“I’m sorry you’re hurt. Go get changed and I’ll call a cab to get us back home, okay? We’ll get the bike another day.”

Otabek looks back at him in silence for a few beats and Yuri can feel it right to his bones. There is something so intense in those dark brown eyes that he can’t look away. Finally Otabek nods and gives him a tiny crooked smile,

“Can we cuddle on the couch tonight? Watch a movie or something?” He asks, reaching out to push a few strands of blond hair from Yuri’s face. He knows he is blushing but he nods, like he could ever say no to this kind of request from Otabek.

Before getting up and reaching from the crutches they gave him after he fell, Otabek leans over to give a kiss on Yuri’s cheek, like he always does. 

But this time, it feels dangerously closer to his mouth than usual.


anonymous asked:

Some smut with a dialogue quote "you can hit harder than that" pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeaase

It’s legit 2 days to Harry’s solo, and it’s all this excitement that’s giving me inspiration to keep on writing and writing!

Thank you for the request, really had to push open doors of my imagination to make it different, hope you like it!

Love to youuu, and power to survive April 7th!

Read on:

#17: I Get Jealous**

The door to their bedroom opens, Harry at it, his eyes everywhere, looking for his girlfriend inside. Looking straight, he finds her leaning onto the headrest on her side of the bed, knees propped up and parted, hands fidgeting over the screen of her I-phone.

His figure slumps, he deliberately acts all tired and gloomy, knowing the fact how his girl becomes kind to him then. Walking up and forward, he’s standing at the dresser parallel to the bed,taking off his watch and wallet, and Y/N looks up from her device.

“Oh, hi, baby.” She smiles at him, crooking her eyebrows expressively.

“’Ello.” He says in a monotone, hoping to have her concern, but looking up, he realizes she’s back on her phone, texting away to someone.

He clears his throat, walking off to the bathroom with a pout, building up reasons why she’d be so inconsiderate. But inside the confined space, as he takes his shirt and jeans off, all he can summon up is to lie between her legs.

Humming, he changes out of his clothes, putting on just sweatpants, and walks out shirtless to settle the mood. She’s still in the same position, not moved an inch either, and taking the advantage of the scene, Harry slides up the bed, bringing his body between her legs. His hands push up her tunic, resting his head on her tummy after pressing a kiss. His hands wrap around her hip in a circle, and with a sigh, he waits for her to respond.

Humming, Y/N looks down her screen to him, and smiles at him rested on her. “Harry.” She calls, running her one hand into his head while her other types away on her phone.

“Mm-hmm.” Harry moans, snuggling his nose against her stomach, kissing her again, before propping his chin up between her breasts, looking at her with sleepy eyes.

Still looking at the screen, she asks, “Been a rough day?”

“I’m exhausted.” He says in his hoarse, raspy voice, adding a subtle smile. But she is not looking at him, just mindlessly running a hand over his hair, and that has him annoyed.

He furiously rubs his scruff against her bare skin, snuggling his nose back against her, as he grips her hips tight.

“Baby.” He looks up, eyebrows furrowed. “Both hands, please.” He bumps his head up at her hand, gesturing to use both her hands and massage his head in the way she is used to doing it to him.

“One minute, sweet.” She pulls her already hand on his head away, joining the typing thing she’s doing on her phone again.

“What’re doing?” Harry leans up to look at her activity on the phone, but Y/N simply pulls the phone closer to her face, and Harry’s left pouty and curious.

“One second.” She says, smiling.

Harry rolls his eyes, creasing his forehead, and he slumps against her stomach again, the side of his face pressing against her breasts, as he sighs through his mouth, deeply sad.

Y/N takes another minute, finally wrapping up the conversation with a sweet farewell, then puts away her phone on the other side of the bed, looking down at him cuddled to her chest.

“Yes, where were we?” She sighs, tangling her both hands into his hair, her fingers pressing onto his scalp, and he groans, looking up at her.

“Who was it?” He gives her his eyes, pressing his pursed lip against her skin.

Y/N shakes her head, brushing off the topic. “Nothing, just some friend.” She slides her hand down his head to cup his cheeks, trying to bring him close for a kiss, but he clutches her wrist, bringing his head up to match her eye-level.

“Tell me.” He says in a saddened tone. “Who was it that got you so engaged that you couldn’t even respond to me.”

Y/N chuckles. “Aw, my baby, c’mere.” She pulls again, and he leans in, their lips meeting in a short kiss.

Matching his eye level, she begins. “Jenna bagged a photo shoot, and she had a talk with the model last week over coffee, and she’d insisted I come along, so I did. He was very sweet, very handsome. We had some good chit-chat. Yesterday I saw he sent me a follow request on Insta, so I followed back, and then he casually messaged me and we started talking and that. He’s very genuine, such a gentleman.”

“Okay..” Harry’s eyes narrow. “What d’ya talk about?” He is giving her that skeptical look, eyes small and head leaned down to intensify the serious demeanor.

“Nothing, just about the shoot, and about Jenna.” She nods her head from side to side, telling him.

Harry gives snort. “What a player. Does he have a thing or two for Jenna?”

He reaches for her phone, unlocking it, and then proceeds to open her Instagram.

“No, he doesn’t.”

Harry nods subtly, looking back at her with her phone towards her. “How does he look like?”

Y/N smirks, searching his eyes for humor. She takes her phone, opening one of his photos and showing it to him. “He’s better in person.”

Harry give her a look before taking the phone, and giving a judgmental look, as he zooms the picture quite a few times, blinking up at her with his eyebrows raised.

“He’s nice, yeah.” Harry nods, locking her phone back. He leans to the table by the bedside, placing her phone on top of it; then, rolling to his side of the bed, he lies on his stomach, face turned towards the other side.

Y/N’s eyes widen, she licks her lips, amusement glistening in her eyes as she gazes at his bare back.

“Harry.” She calls, carefully. “C’mere, let me hold you.”

“I’m too tired.” He says in a horse voice, shifting his arms under the pillow.

Y/N holds back a snicker. Leaning to the side of his face, she whispers over his ear, skimming her lips gently over the earlobe. “I fear there’s something burning in here.”

Harry turns his face to her, bringing his arm around her and pulling her close; she squeals when his hand comes down her hips, feeling her behind before swatting a tight hand against it.

She whines, slapping his shoulder. He smiles with his eyes closed, rubbing his hand over where he’d spanked her.  She chuckles, bringing her face close to him, and slowly taking his lower lip in her mouth, she parts his mouth, kissing slowly.

They pull away, Harry holding her close while his nose snuggles into her cheek. Her arms wrap around his broad shoulder, her one leg winding around his hip, pressing close.

“Sleep.” Harry tells her, smiling at his next words. “Or I’m not letting you.”


Harry wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing, and rushing out of the bed, he reaches the dresser, accepting the call. It’s from Jeff, inviting him over for some drinks and football match at the club with the rest of their friends, adding in the end to bring along Y/N too.

Harry puts the phone away, turning around to look in the room to realize Y/N’s already awake. It’s 10 in the morning.

He walks to the bathroom, looking in the shower to find it empty but wet. She’s already taken a bath, and the fact confuses him. He quickly freshens up, walking out of the bathroom with just his sweatpants, hands tucked in the pockets as he walks to the kitchen.

Y/N’s standing in front of the coffee maker, concentrating on the article she reads from the newspaper. Her hair is wet, water dripping on the shoulder of her crop top she’s wearing, paired with dark, tight jeans.

“Mornin’” Harry walks in towards her. She looks up, putting the newspaper away, as Harry leans in for a hug. Kissing, they pull away, Harry’s hands on her hips, pinning her to the slab behind.

“You’re all ready?” He asks, eyeing her up and down.

Y/N’s hands creep up, pressing against his stomach. “Jenna called this morning. She needed some helping with the set up and everything. It’s my day off today too, so I’m just going about.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“The photo shoot’s today?” Harry asks, as the ding goes off, and he leans up to get coffee mugs from the above cupboard.

Y/N only nods, leaning to the fridge to bring milk, and then sugar from the drawers.

“But, listen.” Harry says, grabbing her attention, as he pours down coffee into the two mugs. “Jeff called up. He’s having a get together at the club. You’re coming with me. When will you wind up and get free?”

Harry helps in making the rest of the coffee, putting in the sugar and milk just as required, and passes her mug to her. Leaning against the slab, Harry listens to her as she speaks.

“It’s just a few hours deal. If I leave by 11, I should be through at around 4.”

“That’s so long.” He leans to her, putting an affectionate hand on her back, as they kiss.

“Mm-hmm. But Jenna’s a good friend, and her including me in the project she’s been dreaming of is very humbling and sweet. I couldn’t say no.” Y/N nods, pursing her lips.

Harry grins at her, crinkling his nose in adoration of her, leaning in for another kiss on her lips. “I’ll pick you up from the studio then? Even I’m running about in two hours to the studio. 4, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll text you the address.”


It’s  4:15 when Harry reaches the site of the photo shoot, parking his car outside before jogging inside the building.

Y/N and the model stand talking, occasionally laughing at one another’s pleasantries. Harry’s eyes land on them, and his pace at the jog increases.

“Y/N.” He calls her, bringing her eyes to him.

Y/N smiles, walking to him, and they share a quick side hug, Harry tugging to her side even after she’s pulled away. His lips come down on her temple as the guy approaches them.

“Francisco, this is Harry, my boyfriend.” Y/N introduces.

Harry leans in, shaking hands with him. “Nice to meet you, man.” He’s a young lad, seems hardly above thirty to him.

Harry sighs. “So, are you guys done?” He asks Y/N, eyes on her.

“Yeah, yeah.” Y/N nods. “Jenna’s just gone to assist the pack up, and Francisco’s just waiting for his drive.”

Harry turns to Francisco. “Something we can help you with, sir? We could drop you off if you’d like.”

Francisco smiles, patting Harry’s arm lightly. “Oh, no, thank you, man, they’re just on their way.”

Saying so, they hear a loud squeal from behind; a little boy runs up to their direction.

“Daddy!”  The little boy jumps into Francisco’s arms, receiving kisses all over his face.

“Milo.” Francisco turns the kid’s attention to Y/N and one surprised Harry. “This is Y/N, and this is Harry.”

Milo gladly waves at them, Y/N cooing at the cute child while Harry still tries to recover from the information. A woman walks behind, holding a little baby on her hip, as she smiles up at Francisco on reaching him, kissing his lips in greeting.

“This is my wife, Jessian.” She is introduced.

Y/N gets along, talking merrily to the couple with the two most adorable kids. Jenna joins them a few moments later, and somehow they end up talking for a full hour.

“I’d love to keep in touch, girls. Thank you for having me.” Francisco smiles, hugging the friends before he departs with his family.

Y/N tugs at Harry’s arms. “Let’s leave?”

“Yeah.” He nods, looking ahead.


“So?” Y/N turns around, crossing her arms at her chest as she looks at Harry standing at the door after he’s closed it.

“Yeah..” Harry gives her a look, clearing his throat awkwardly.

Y/N’s eyebrows crook up; she leans on one leg, tapping her other feet constantly, as she witnesses Harry go from relaxed to biting his lip in confusion.

“You didn’t tell me-“


“You didn’t tell me he was married, and-and has kids and all.” Harry finishes, looking up at her.

“Would that have caused a difference?” Y/N presses, sucking her cheeks in to hold back a laugh.

“No.” Harry replies, bold. “I would’ve nevertheless punched him –maybe harder, considering the fact that he has a family-if he would have made an inch of a move on you.”He steps towards her, eyes serious.

Y/N throws her head back, laughing. “You would have fought him?”

“Yeah.” Harry’s hand tugs her towards him, bringing her body slick against him. “I would have changed the map of his structured jaw and cheek.”

Y/N chuckles, leaning onto his neck. “You know, Harry, your face and the words are so contrasting. It doesn’t suit you, trying to be all violent and all. You’re like a saint-calm and loving.” She chuckles, looking at him, and bringing her hands up, she cups his cheeks. “I didn’t think it would go this far, oh, dear.”

Harry’s eyes narrow, his forehead creasing. “You did it on purpose?”

Y/N throws her head back laughing, staring at his ambushed expressions. “I couldn’t help myself! You were so dramatic last night – He’s nice, yeah-“ She mocks in his tone. “Last night was something, oh.” She laughs.

Harry doesn’t say anything. He let’s go of her, shaking his head. “Get ready, we have to leave.”

He walks away, leaving behind Y/N sulking on her behavior. She bites her lip, her laugh all gone, and shakes her head, rushing back after him.

“Harry.” She calls him, walking into their room; he’s started to rummage through his closet, picking an outfit. “Harry. It was a joke, c’mon.” She drawls, nearing him to wrap her arms around his waist from the back.

“No.” He husks. “I felt so angry last night, I was so affected, you don’t understand.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” She calls, pulling him to turn around. “Look at me. Fine, I’m sorry. I will never again try to be frank or pull around pranks with my boyfriend because he tends to get butt-hurt very easily.” She says, a crisp in her voice.

“Oh, oh, so, it’s coming on me, now?” Harry sounds offended.

Y/N rolls her eyes, turning away. “Let’s not do this.” She walks off in the direction of the bathroom, leaving Harry confused and annoyed at her cussedness.

They get ready separately, no talking as they rummage about in the room, finding their specifics and putting on nice outfits, unconsciously matching in color. Their eyes go on each other’s dresses when they face one another, Y/N turning away before Harry can catch her.

The drive is nonetheless silent; there doesn’t seem to be a feeling of realization come over. They both stand egoistic, waiting for the other to start up a conversation and end up the awkwardness clouding more and more. But nothing seems to occur.

At the club, they separate, greeting their group of friends, moods slightly lighting up as the crowd begins to follow up. They have their booth reserved; at the corner where the whole group of ten take seats of their choice.

Y/N grabs her corner with her friends, while Harry’s surrounded by his own mates, both of them fidgeting to see one another, but of course hesitant in approaching.

Feeling her chest ache with the pressure of her feels, Y/N spills everything to Glenne.

“Oh, you’re no way wrong. God, boys have to learn to be less dramatic and more tacky. I’m sure Harry’s playing tricks with ya. Wanting to have you on your knees. Do not, girl, do not.”

Glenne’s words strike Y/N in some way, and she decides to not care, genuinely beginning to enjoy the evening.

The game goes wonderful; the boys cheering over and over while cans of beer go empty on the tables. Harry then and now keeps turning back to look at Y/N, and at one point he finds her on her phone again, showing something to Glenne that has them giggling.

The heaviness settles back again in his chest, he turns back to the screen, taking a swing of his drink. When he turns to his side, Jeff’s giving him a look.

“Don’t have to act anymore like you wouldn’t have broken his nose even though he would’ve just walked past your Y/N.” He states. “You hate him, Harry. Let her know this. Let her like it. Stop sulking around.”

Harry sighs. “But, she shouldn’t have-“

“I know you don’t regret thinking worse for that model boy. He’s got your girl distracted, get her back, man. Buck up.” Jeff urges him.

Harry nods, biting his lower lip. He takes a last swing from the can, finishing his fifth. He turns to Jeff, giving him beg eyes. “You have to help me out. I don’t want to just go and apologize or shit.”

Jeff chuckles at his friend. “Fine, you bugger.” He turns around, calling, “Glenne! Come forward you guys!”

Glenne nods, smiling at her beau, then she turns to Y/N, smirking cunningly. “Harry totally saw us, and it’s probably him calling you. Step up, babe. You’re not giving in easily.” They bump their fists, Y/N nodding at her friend.

Jeff makes space, sliding to the end of the long couch, making seats for the two girls. Glenne slides in beside Jeff, Y/N automatically having had to sit beside Harry. She’s grabbed her seat, and Harry’s eyes have not once trained on her. She shifts, leaning back against the backrest.

Jeff calls Harry, asking him to pass on some beer cans. Harry leans down, bringing out two cans from the cans from the ice box, passing one to his friend, while the other he holds it before Y/N.


She takes it, nothing to say, as she pops open the lid, bringing the can to her lips. Harry’s arm comes behind her, resting on the couch, his fingers hanging loosely in the air beside her. The fidgeting is on for quite long; Harry’s tricks to trying to grab her attention absolutely fail as all he tries is to somehow touch her. But, he’s too damn reluctant to do so, awkward even, because Y/N hasn’t stepped up to cut the ice between them. He doesn’t like being rejected.

He leans forward at times, then leans back, bringing his arm back behind her. He then crosses his leg over one another, clears his throat more than he would have ever done in a lifetime, and ends up holding one beer can for half an hour.

Something suddenly strikes Y/N, and she turns her head in his direction, catching him looking at her before he turns away, scratching the side of his head to correct his mistake. She holds back a chuckle, as she turns to Glenne, widening her eyes at her in amusement. Glenne clears her throat, leaning back on the couch as she gestures her hand over her neck, mouthing – he’s totally suffering. Jeff catches Glenne do so, and when he looks up, Harry’s looking at the girls from the corner of his eyes too. His eyes widen, he pulls Glenne to him, leaving Harry to sought this out without any distractions.

Y/N sits up straight, alarmed at the way Jeff pulls Glenne to him so suddenly, and when she looks up at Harry, he’s sipping his beer, a smirk visible when he brings the can away from his lips.

Well then, it’s out.

She keeps it cool anyway, casually leaning back against the couch. She’s about to cross her knee over another when cold hand clutches her upper thigh, tugging her dress up as his fingers slip in. The booth’s dark, otherwise Harry would’ve never done such a thing.

Y/N licks her lips, slowly bringing her hand on top of his, pushing away his fingers clutching her skin, so tight.

“Y/N.” Harry breaths against her ear, whispering for only her to know. The heaviness of his voice gives a shudder inside her, forcing her to draw her legs close together. Harry’s hand wrap around her, fiddling with her fingers, and he takes a deep breath, brushing against her ear.

“Y/N, we have something to seek out, would you mind joining me for a minute?” He sultrily whispers in her ear, pulling his hand away as he boldly gets up, walking away.

Jeff has Glenne tugged under his arm so tight, she barely can see Y/n at the moment. Leaving no option, Y/N gets up, trailing on the way Harry walked. She looks up in the bathrooms, and passing by the very first one, the door to it opens and Harry pulls her in, locking it away behind him.

Y/N looks at him, eyes wide, as he stares down at her, eyes expressionless.

“Y-Yes?” She says, pulling her hands behind her back, obediently.

Harry keeps looking at her, pulling his lower lips between his thumb and finger, massaging it slowly.

“You wanted to seek something out?” Y/N asks again, her confidence faltering.

“You know what,” He finally speaks, the roughness in his voice nevertheless nerve wrecking. “I thought you’ve had enough of these games, but you go around again trying to make me…jealous?”

Y/N’s hands loosen. “Harry, you’re absolutely over reacting. Shrug it off, babe. it’s fun.”

This has Harry eyes narrowing. He takes a long stride in her direction, pinning her instantly to the granite slab behind her, holding her in position with the weight of his hands on her wrists.

She looks up at him, breath quivering, her body absolutely pumping to see him this way.

He grunts. “Don’t make me recite to you how Glenne and you were deliberately making fun of my state!” He lashes out, body pressing onto her taut. “But now-now stop.” He holds a finger up at her face, his forehead forming creases.

Y/N leans forward, kissing his finger, absolutely guilty for making him feel this furious. Harry puts his finger away, turning his head to the side. He pushes back from her, swinging his hands on his side to ease away the tension. Y/N’s eyes close for a moment, then she’s leaning to him, pulling him towards her by a grip on his shirt.

He stumbles a few steps to her, enough that she has him leaning onto her, enough for her lips to find his neck.

“I was jealous-I am jealous. And I absolutely will be even if he wouldn’t even touch you. In fact, I’ll be jealous of every that guy who tends to distract you from me. I would hate it. I would be pulsating inside to beat the shit out of that person because-because you’re mine.” His hands grab her hips. “You’re mine, and I want you to know this clearly before I go about telling the whole world.”

He grabs the back of her head, pulling her from his neck to look at him.

“You can’t go around making fun of this feeling of mine. It really did hurt me. I started comparing myself to that guy and, I-I came in to see you at 4 just so I can tell him off about us.”

Y/N bites the inside of her cheeks, bringing her head close for their foreheads to meet. Harry’s breathing alters, as her finger comes up, running along the line of his cheek, trailing down to touch his lips, hot and red from the exertion of anger.

She doesn’t say anything; she leans up, attaching their lips. Harry’s eyes fall shut; his lips pucker to meet her kiss. She pulls away, wrapping her hands around his neck, pushing her fingers into his hair. “I’m sorry.” She stutters onto his lips.

She pokes her nose with his, tilting her head to reach his lips again, whispering into them, “I love you, I love you so much, baby. I don’t deserve this, but, please forgive me.”

Harry’s breath shakes, and then he hungrily attaches their lips, invading her mouth like he’s been waiting for so long. His arms wrap around his in circles, curving on her back till he’s had her slammed against his chest, body shut close like they’re one.

Her hands desperately wrap around his shoulders, mouth groaning onto his, opening more for him to feel her.

His knee raises up, hitching past her dress, as he presses her down on the granite slab behind, leaving her mouth to kiss her neck while his knee rubs against her.

Y/N gasps, looking down at his mouth nearing to her center.” Can I say something?”

“No.” Harry chuckles at her groaning. He pulls her dress up, slipping his hand into her lace panties, finding her clit as he begins rubbing.

“Harry.” Y/N moans, grabbing his shoulders as his finger dig deep, her mouth falling agape. He wraps his arm around her waist, hoisting her on his finger as he urges her to grind. She moves back and forth, feeling a tight stretch inside her walls. Their faces come together, eyes meeting, and he thrusts into her another finger, having her head fall onto his shoulder.

“I like this.” Y/N whimpers against his shoulder. “Harder, baby. You know where to hit it.”

Hearing her, Harry feels a burst of energy course through him, and he pulls out of her, starting to work over his jeans button.

Y/N takes a moment, leaning against the slab as she catches her breath. Harry’s hand resume on her hips, and she looks up, his face enlightened, a glow in his skin with the redness on his cheeks, his eyes dark and lustrous.

“Harry, you’ve showed me something so addictive. This rage, this desperation, for me?”

Harry groans, leaning into her as his member slips inside her, her wetness easing the process. His lips meet her, they kiss, lapse around her soft skin, before he begins to thrust.

“You want more?” Harry moans, winding his arm around her back and pulling her close to his chest as he grinds inside her.

“Mm-hmm.” She nods, her head against his shoulder, her lips biting in anticipation.

His hips position, slamming against her bones as he thrusts hard, looking at her face for approval.

She smirks. “You can hit harder than that.”

Grinning, Harry puts his chin on her shoulder, thrusting in with all he can summon. She groans out loud, and he feels no need to look at her face for approval. He kneads her hips in his hands, kissing her shoulder and neck, while his hips press further into her, slamming himself inside her, hard, aching her hip bones till she felt certain of bruises.

They reach their climaxes, falling apart on one another, heavy breathing and limbs aching from the roughness.

Harry pulls Y/N to him, kissing her lips sloppily as he feels relief in her touch. They pull away; Harry helps her put on her clothes, setting them in place.

Y/N grins at him. “Glenne was right when she said you’re being dramatic.” Harry looks up at her from sliding her panties up her thighs. “It really did hurt me.”  She laughs, Harry grinning at her as he shakes his head.

“Shud up.” He slaps her behind, causing her to jerk in her place and jump on him, giving him big eyes. He laughs back at her, swatting her back again but in a much playful manner.

“Mhm, I love ya.”

“I love you too, pet.” They lean in for a kiss.

Harry pulls way quicker, though, struggling to pull up his pants. “Let’s get out of here! It’s already not that they’re talking about us!”  

Y/N smiles. She grabs his arm, and pulls him to her.

“Never again.” He says in a low tone, cupping her chin in his hand.

Y/N snickers. “Or maybe everyday. I like this wild side of yours.”

He smirks. “There’re more ways to bring it out.” He winks at her.

“How?” She widens her eyes like a curious pupil.

“Let’s get home, I’ll teach ya.”


Haunted House (pt. 1)

You decided to visit Ego Inc. on Halloween, sure that there would be plenty of goofs and spooks for you to see and enjoy, but when you arrive, all bright and chipper in your costume and ready to have fun, the lobby is still and quiet. All the windows have been blacked out, and when the door closes behind you, you cannot see your hand inches in front of your face.

The silence continues for a few more moments before a pair of glowing blue eyes appear in the black. “Hello,” a robotic voice drones softly. “It seems you’ve wandered into the wrong building.” The lock in the door behind you clicks into place, and your heart leaps into your throat. “Allow me to give you a tour.” A cold robotic arm settles onto your shoulders and forces you towards the dimly lit elevator in the corner of the lobby.

The elevator takes you to the second floor where the good Doctor’s clinic seems to have undergone some renovations. Mist hangs in moldy corners where bloodstains spray up the walls. The chill that runs up your spine carries you forward to where the Doctor sits slumped at his desk before he looks up. His eyes are wide with madness, his crooked smile laced with scarlet. “I’m sorry,” Doc giggles, completely unhinged, “you’re already dead.

Cold hands reach out and grab you from the darkness, pulling you forward, deeper into the clinic where a hospital room awaits you. You pass a room where a man with shocking pink hair bursts from within, wrapped in a straitjacket. He races towards you with such speed and ferocity that you stumble backwards and fall. His screams echo down the halls as he streaks past you until a gunshot drops him into a pink lump on the floor. Ed Edgar blows away the smoke rising from the barrel of his gun, his dark eyes glinting towards you.

“Don’t even think about running.”

Suddenly a flash of purple flickers in the corner of your vision and Bim Trimmer is quick to snatch you away from your captors. With a sweeping gesture of his hand, the two of you disappear from the clinic, reappearing on the studio stage in the glow of a single, blue spotlight. “Are you alright?” he asks, with concern painted all over his face. “Did they hurt you?”

You look yourself over and start to assure him that you are, in fact, not injured, but when you look up again, a new fire burns in his eyes and a cruel smile curls his lips. Bim seizes your arm tightly and hisses. “Good, that means you’re mine now, darling…”

You wrench your arm from his grasp and run down the stairs and off the stage and into the audience where mannequins fill each row and begin to reach for you as you run by. The last one tears away your coat as you burst through the door and into the hall.

Wilford is there waiting for you, the bloodstain from being shot covering his chest as he limps towards you moaning. His skin is now a grotesque green, and his eyes are glazed over. His jaw hangs slack and with each step, the smell of rotting flesh grows stronger. You turn and flee from him, back towards the elevator, and as you slip inside, the doors slide closed just in time to stop him from reaching you.

Without pressing a button, the elevator begins to climb, up and up and up until you reach the top floor where the doors open and a soft-spoken voice draws you out. The Host, robbed in black and reading from a giant tome laid on a stand before him, conjures images from the fire blazing in a brazier to his left. “The Dark One wishes to meet the intrepid visitor,” Host murmurs, raising his head in your direction as tears of blood streak down his cheeks.

With a knot in your stomach and a chill running up and down your spine, you inch closer to the end of the hall, to the black door where you know Dark’s office should be located. When your hand touches the doorknob, it is freezing cold. Black smoke curls around you as you enter into what could be the deepest circle of hell.

Dark screams, shell cracking in anger, and races towards you, but at the last moment, he is caught back by shackles attached to his wrists and connected to the cavern wall behind him. Dark fights against the chains but to no avail.

You notice that he is concealed behind a layer of glass, a mirror, and as soon as you realize this, the mirror shatters into a thousand shards like diamonds as a young woman sidesteps the remaining frame. “Now that he’s out of the way…”

Purple smoke intermingles with the black as a young man steps up behind you. “This is our show now.”

Mad appears in the corner with a pair of glowing eyes that flicker to life over his shoulder. “Say hello to Baby.” He chuckles manically as more glowing eyes appear. “And her friends…”

Mare whispers in your ear, “Run, run little mouse.” And you turn and run with the sounds of clanking metal following you.

To be continued…