this is an old one but i just found it again x)

@babsxxxx: Okay soo a harry hook x reader idea for you: the reader grew up in the isle but is helping mal with saving Ben. She knew Harry from when she was growing up but hasn’t seen him in ages but he is mad at her for leaving him behind…. so yeah put your own spin on it and make is as angsty and fluffy as you can!


OK, so I may have gone a smidge overboard with this one, but I really like it. So, enjoy!

Word Count: 4336


There was a knock at your door.

You looked up, frowning for a moment, before taking this as an excuse to put off doing the homework for Fairy Godmother’s class. Getting up from your desk, you wandered over to your door to open it.

“…Mal?”

Sure enough, there she was.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” Mal said, pushing through into your dorm room.

You were still a little thrown from her sudden appearance. “I thought you’d gone back to the Isle? And your hair…you went back to purple?”

Mal waved a hand to cut you off. “We don’t have time for questions right now. I need your help.”

That definitely caught your attention. “What? Why? What’s wrong?”

“Ben’s been kidnapped,” Mal stated, her voice low. You’d never heard her sound so emotional, so sincere.

You blinked. “That’s horrible…but why do you need me? Shouldn’t we go to Fairy Godmother or Ben’s parents or–”

“Uma and her crew took him,” Mal revealed.

Oh. Everything clicked into place.

“Harry…”

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Destiel, Bi!Dean and preparing the audience for a “shocker”.

I just did a re-watch of 12x10 and it really got me thinking again about Benjamin and Cas’s talk in the car with the boys about Benjamin and his female vessel.

At the time the episode aired, I think I was so excited about the prospect of Cas being in a female vessel, and how this could potentially shift a heteronormative audiences perception of Dean and Cas that I didn’t realise just what else they were trying to do.

This is about reassurance.

This is the conversation that was had in the car:

CAS: Benjamin is always very careful. Long ago, he found a powerfully devout vessel in Madrid, and her faith, it… she gave him everything – her trust and her body.

DEAN: Wait. So Benjamin’s a woman?

CAS: Benjamin is an angel. His vessel is a woman. But it – it’s – it’s more than that. She’s not just his vessel.

Just this small exchange is important as exposition for the audience. It is about preparing the audience for what is coming up. The idea that Cas was also once ‘a woman’. Which, okay, no he wasn’t a woman, he just had a female vessel, but imagine how that would have gone down had this exchange not taken place? Imagine how a general audience would have reacted to Cas and his female vessel had Benjamin just been another angel in a male vessel?

Probably a lot like the way Dean acted here, with confusion.

By giving us the Benjamin character and this particular scene as well, the writer has successfully prepared the audience for Cas in his female vessel. Preventing raised eyebrows and confusion because the audience will remember this conversation and apply it to Cas.

“Castiel is an angel, his vessel WAS a woman. His vessel is now a man, Cas is still a dude and it’s not weird. Cool beans.”

(when I think of a general audience watching SPN lets just say that I certainly don’t think of the fandom or tumblr. I think of my brother and that is something I won’t get into here. Heteronormative doesn’t even begin to cover it.)

The fact is, making one of your three main lead male characters a woman for an episode is a weird thing to do, the kind of thing that would probably make some audience members uncomfortable. So adding in this exposition, this reassurance, removes that level of discomfort, it gets them used to the idea first, like a buffer.

See for a show like SPN, whilst its always been a bit weird with its story lines, it’s never been all that progressive. As much as we would all like to wish that all SPN viewers were like us – liberal forward thinking people who are willing and eager for TV to break a few taboos – the chances are that is very much not the case. Its an old show, it has an established audience (apparently a bipartisan audience amazingly) and therefore breaking boundaries the way more modern shows have (such as American Gods, How to Get Away with Murder and Orange is the New Black) just isn’t really in the cards. Those shows established the taboo stories, the queer main characters, the representation, from the start. They built their audience on those foundations. SPN can’t do that without isolating part of its audience – unless it thinks very carefully as to how it may present such notions.

I hope I am explaining this in a way that makes sense. See this is of course about Bi!Dean and Destiel (as if anything on my blog WASN’T about those topics). Because here’s the thing. On any other, newer show, for Dean to come out as bisexual, for two male lead characters to enter into a homosexual relationship, it wouldn’t be a big deal. Those shows could build their audience around those concepts, because they would be ingrained into the show from the start.

For Supernatural, that sadly isn’t the case. SPN didn’t clearly establish Dean as Bisexual early on, and Destiel isn’t canon, it has always been the subject to interpretation with just enough ‘no homo’ so that anyone who chooses not to see it doesn’t have to (again, excluding 12x19 but we’ll get there)

One of the biggest hurdles to getting bi!dean and canon destiel, is for the SPN creators to overcome this fear that half their audience would reject them if they actually went there. It would be seen as coming ‘out of the blue’ and all those heteronormative people would raise their eyebrows and moan and be utterly confused by it.

That’s why Supernatural needs the buffers. It needs the gradual exposition, the subtle desensitisation of a general audience to anything even mildly “progressive”. If Supernatural wasn’t putting these buffers in place already, I would think we would have a problem. I would be much more apprehensive at even the idea that destiel could be a thing that is actually happening.

What is so fantastic, is that just like in 12x10 with the fem!Cas buffer that was Benjamin, we have already been getting buffers all throughout the last few seasons.

Here are some of my favourites:

  • Jesse x Cesar – 11x19 – These guys are my absolute favourite, they were created specifically to show the audience that you can be a gay man and also a macho man. That gay men aren’t stereotypes, that hunters can be gay and settle down and especially that gay romance doesn’t change the theme of the story. The big take away from this episode is that it shows the general audience that men like Dean Winchester can be gay/bisexual.
  • Hannah – 10x17 – This was a real eye opener for any Cas x Hannah shippers. Because Cas didn’t treat Hannah any different, and he had exactly the same warmth and affection for Hannah in her male vessel that he did in her female vessel. Basically this was a nice punch in the face for any homophobes watching. SPN doesn’t care about your heteronormative ships. You wanna ship Hannah x Cas? Fine! But Hannah’s in a dudes body now and guess what? Cas doesn’t care! How do you feel about THAT?
  • God is Bisexual – 11x20 – This was just a nice big fuck you to homophobes everywhere. Don’t like queer characters? This is NOT the show for you! Because in our world even GOD is queer! Yay for LGBT representation! It works as a buffer because once again it is sending a message to the general audience that this is the kind of thing you can expect on our show. We are changed now.
  • Dean rides Larry – 12x11 – Okay so maybe it’s not an obvious buffer, but it is kind of a subliminal message so I’m counting it. Dean riding that damn bull was the most sexual scene we have had on this show in seasons (and no that god awful thing that happened in 12x02 doesn’t count – nor does the same god awful thing from 12x08). The jokes alone, the sexual innuendos. This entire episode is loaded with subliminal messages basically screaming at the general audience to maybe just consider the fact that Dean likes guys.
  • 12x06/12x20 – Max Banes – like Jesse and Cesar Max works as a buffer because he is another way to get the general audience used to the idea that characters that are similar to Dean Winchester can be queer and it’s no big deal. Max is badass, funny, smart and charming and also 100% canonically queer (whether gay or bi we know textually that he is totally into dudes). Sam and Dean don’t bat an eyelid at his sexuality, so neither should the audience. It is just one part of his character and certainly not what his story is all about. Max is proof that you can have a queer character who is a badass and a hunter whose story is basically nothing to do with their sexuality. Their sexuality just happens to be a part of who they are.
  • And finally – Destiel – season 12 – I’m making this its own buffer because honestly? There is no way to view Dean and Cas’s relationship as non-romantic at this point. I think that the writers have slowly been turning up the dial on Destiel probably since 11x18. 12x19 really drummed it in for us though. The angel/human love themes of 12x10, the textual “I love you” in 12x12, the MIXTAPE and everything else about 12x19. This is all preparation. It is indeed a build up to a reveal. Destiel is it’s own buffer and even if people do still accuse it of ‘coming out of nowhere’ once it goes canon, all the writers have to do is gesture at season 12 and the fucking mixtape scene and say to those people “in what universe does the gifting of a mixtape between people who are not explicitly related NOT have romantic connotations?” Only a fool would argue with that if they had any knowledge of pop culture history. Sorry, but that’s the truth.

Anyway, that’s my thoughts on that. A show with a long established audience about to make a move that could potentially appear (but not really) out of left field would need to build up that move through a series of well thought out buffers, symbols, themes and subliminal messages before actually making it.

Like how Benjamin was the writers way of normalising Cas’s female vessel, the past two seasons have been a journey to normalise bi!dean and destiel in preparation for making both of these things explicitly canon. Yes we still have a way to go - it still needs to be stated explicitly in the text that Dean is into guys, in love with Cas bla bla bla, but we are getting there.

In summary. Destiel is endgame. Dean is bisexual. The general audience better learn to throw their heteronormative goggles in the bin because this is the state of this show right now, and it is good. 

Bruise [ II ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 10.3k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

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Originally posted by pcycho61

The cool air whipping at your skin made a shiver spread along your spine, hands rubbing at your biceps as your teeth chattered behind your pressed together lips. Loud laughter and screams filled the air, the night lit up by warm orange hues of carnival rides and haunted houses. Your feet felt stiff, trapped in a pair of uncomfortable sneakers you regretted wearing, eyes glued to the back of Minseok’s head as he told your friends something apparently hilarious. It was far too cold out to be stuck in a stupid line for a stupid haunted house in a tank top and torn up skinny jeans. You were too annoyed to continue being stuck in front of Chanyeol and Sehun as they flirted with a group of girls behind you, Chanyeol’s cologne wafting to your nose whenever he moved his arms about.

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She’s Just Not That Into You » Part I (A Harry Styles Miniseries)

First and foremost, I need to dedicate this miniseries to @stylesunchained​. If it weren’t for B, this idea would’ve never come to fruition. It’s been so lovely to torture you with snippets of this story, and now it’s finally here! And yes, the whole damn thing is dedicated to you, my beautiful friend.

Secondly, I need to take the time to thank @cuddlemusclestyles​ for her knowledge of England and always answering my questions about it. I would be lost without you, for you are my own personal Google.

And, of course, thank you all for the interest you’ve expressed for this miniseries. It’s always that much more enjoyable to write when you know you’ve got people rooting for you. I hope I don’t disappoint you.

Let me know what you think! Happy reading.

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Summary:

Peter gets bullied in school and they all say that he could never get a girlfriend, so Y/N who’s rather popular at school just kisses him in front of every one.

Words: ~ 1500

No spoilers!

A/N: This took me way too long to write… so sorry! Tell me what you think! :)

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Walking through the overcrowded hallway, I felt myself being to tired to move and bumped against several people. Not that I cared.

Normally I didn’t care about much going on in school, referring to the people. I did care about my grades and my career and all- but the people in school? I didn’t care at all about them apart from my friends.

It’s not that I didn’t like them. I mean, I was quite popular in school and I talked to a lot of students over the day. But honestly, I didn’t really listen when they told me about the last party or a concert they went to.

But there was one person that I cared about who wasn’t part of my friends even though I hoped I would have more contact with him. Body contact, too.

It was Peter Parker, the nobody of our school. No one seemed to notice him apart from me. His gorgeous face with the sweet hazel eyes and the fluffy auburn hair…
Yes, he was my secret crush that nobody knew about and nobody ever would.

I kept my little secret a long time, talking to him occasionally or having school projects together which lead to me falling in love with him.

He was so clever and his shy side was so cute that I just couldn’t handle it. I loved how kind he was and he always had something interesting to ramble about.

Nothing caught my attention while walking through the hall way, apart from him. I saw him standing at his locker, opening it to put a book inside. Me and my friends stopped at my best friend’s locker and I occasionally let my gaze slip to Peter for a few seconds.

I jumped when Flash and his friends appeared out of nowhere and pushed Peter against his locker after he had closed it. “What a looser you are!”, Flash exclaimed after Peter groaned loadly, getting everyone’s attention.

“Sorry to ruin your face but with these looks you won’t get a girlfriend, anyway.”, Flash claimed and his friends laughed at this comment before he pushed Peter again.
And Peter only stood there, head down, shoulders stiff while Flash threw several mean words at him.

But when Flash grabbed Peter’s backpack from his hands Peter looked up, his face filled with anger as Flash started throwing all of his stuff on the ground.
“Oh, what’s this?”, Flash exclaimed when he took a piece of paper from the ground. “DEAR Y/N, I wish i had the courage to tell you that I’d walk through fire just to see you smile…”, he started to read and I saw everyone’s eyes stare at me, making my face heat up.

I unconsciously made eye contact with Peter who seemed to be internally screaming. And while I was glued to the spot, not able to speak or think, Flash continued bullying him.

“But you do know”, he laughed, “You do know that someone like Y/N Y/L/N would never love you, right?” Oh, boy, how wrong you were…
I saw Peter’s head lowering again, his fingers brushing over his face before they ran through his hair.
Flash laughed triumphantly and suddenly I felt the strong urge to prove a point.

Someone like Y/N Y/L/N would definitely love Peter Parker.

My legs brought myself over to them, even though my friend’s arm grabbed me slightly. But I ignored it and shoved Flash ’s friends aside so that I could get to Peter.

“Peter, you told me you wouldn’t drag this old thing with you.”, I laughed, rolling my eyes and earning a very confused and very cute look from Peter.
“See? I told you that someone would think that you’re single.”

In the corner of my eye I saw Flash looking at me as confused as Peter and I smiled to myself.
And then I laid my hands on his shoulders and leaned in quickly, pressing my lips on his.

Ignoring the electricity coming from him and the urge to kiss him forever, I pulled back after a few seconds of giving in.

Peter’s face stated pure shock and he stared at me nervously before I smirked at him. “Bye, Peter, see you later.”, I smiled proudly, wandering off to my next class and ignoring everyone’s dazzled looks.

I let out a shaky breath I didn’t know I was holding. This had been life changing.

“Wait, Y/N, what the hell was that?”, my friend wanted to know, a strange look on her face.
“Spontaneous.”, I only answered, shrugging. “Yeah, I know. But what were you thinking?”, she asked and now there was a worried look that made me angry somehow. It seemed like she thinks something is wrong with me just because I kissed my crush. Okay, secrete crush. She couldn’t know this part.

“Nothing really. I just thought that Flash is a dick and Peter doesn’t deserve this.”, I simply said and only got a confused “Okay…” as an answer.

Later that day I sat down at a bench outside, my eyes roaming over the campus. I enjoyed being alone at lunch. Not because of my friends! I simply enjoyed the time to think without talking slash gossiping.

I thought about the kiss, obviously.

Was it right? Apart from the fact that probably the whole school knew it by now, Peter knew too.

But still, I was proud of myself: Helping someone by proving his bully wrong. Somehow it made me feel strong.

And there was another positive aspect, as well. I had kissed my crush Peter Parker!

Thinking of the devil… Peter suddenly stood next to me, a nervous grin on his face.
“Can… uh… Can I join you?”, he chuckled, nodding his head towards the empty seat in front of me. “Sure.”, I nodded, a smile on my face which was maybe a bit too wide.

He let out a relieved sigh as he sat down, letting his bag fall on to the ground.
“Rough day?”, I asked and he only nodded before he leaned forward slightly, his arms supporting his weight.

“Uhm, yeah.”, he replied before biting his lip, my eyes not being able to look at something else but him.
“Actually, it wasn’t that bad.”, he chuckled softly, his brown eyes meeting mine.

“Yeah?”, I grinned and he just nodded with a cute smile on his lips. Oh, how soft those lips had felt on mine…

A few moments of comfortable silence passed before my mind brought back the letter that Flash found in Peter’s backpack.
“Uhm, Peter…”, I started but paused briefly when his beautiful eyes stared at me, “I was wondering… I mean… would you… Would you really walk through fire to see me smile?”
He nodded instantly without a word, nervously fiddling with his fingers before my hands grabbed his. I couldn’t help but smile, my heart beat running in my chest.
“You know, you don’t need to do this. I start smiling as soon as you smile at me.”, I clarified, earning a grin from him and I returned it instinctively.

“Uh, I… um, I wanted to thank you for… you know.”, he began and I only shrugged, playing it cool,“No problem.”
“But the whole school thinks were a couple now.”
“Is that bad?”, I wanted to know, a flirty tone in my voice.

Peter shook his head, causing his brown strands to dance on his fore head. “No, it’s not bad at all.” He clearly gained some confidence when I grinned at his answer. “I liked kissing you.”, he confessed, tilting his head. “No, that’s an understatement. I loved kissing you.”

“That’s good.”, I laughed before grabbed the collar of his shirt and nearly pulled him over the table to feel his soft lips on mine again.

He was able to place his fore arms on the table to support his weight before our eyes closed and our lips met. He hummed softly when I started moving my lips and my grib on his collar loosened since I had him where I wanted. My cheeks blushed due to all to blood that my heart pumped through my veins and I felt the excitement rushing through my whole body.
My fingers wandered up to the back of his neck, playing with some of his strands after Peter tilted his head to deepen the kiss, causing my mind to go mushy.

He pulled himself back slightly, a huge grin on his face when I ran my fingers through his hair. “You like me.”, he breathed out and I nodded before I pecked his lips briefly.

He leaned back again, giving me a charming smile. I had to bite my lip to hid that huge smile on my face which Peter saw anyway and I felt my heart skipping a beat.

This one question wether I wanted to be Peter’s girlfriend was definitely in his head but there was no need to voice it.

He knew that I was in love with him.

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Tom Holland | Marry Me?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: hi love! could you possibly do an imagine about tom proposing to you, but like can you try and make it different from the usual proposal? thank you! (send in requests)

Summary: Tom struggles to find the perfect moment to pop the question. 

Warnings: Deadass the most fluff I’ve ever written in my life

Word Count: 1.4K


Tom had been planning out your proposal for much longer than he’d care to admit to anyone, except maybe his mum; in fact, she was the first person to know about his future plans. It was right after the two of you had visited his parents home and Tom saw how well you had managed to fit into his family.  

He watched you laughing heartily with his brothers and talking avidly with his mother and he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face as he leant against the kitchen doorway. Only one thought was running through his mind as he stared at you; I am a goner and when you glanced at him, a smile completely lighting up your face, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you all over again.

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Just a piece of the past now

A fact should be mentioned is how Kaneki was always admiring Touka through different perspectives.

First, as a pure human who has never known her very well to begin with.

Well Kaneki, here is the first thing you wouldn’t have known yet, that you won’t fall in love with the customer, but with this lovely barista. ❤️

Then again, even after knowing she is a ghoul, saw her fight, and he himself became half ghoul and knew what kind of life she is living still this image of Touka won’t change.

Once more, after losing his memories and his old life, after building a whole new identity with several relationships and a decent job, fully satisfied and does not seek any other relationship, yet he found her beautiful.

I really liked this question “What are those eyes seeing?”. I like that it could be interpreted by two ways:

- Either Kaneki is asking himself about what Touka’s eyes are seeing? what’s this nostalgic feeling made you show this expression Touka?

- Or it’s Kaneki’s eyes when he saw Touka, what flashes your memory Kaneki? What are you seeing in Touka made you think of your past?

And what is the result? That longing feeling which made him keep returning every once in a while.

Stealing glances secretly, but you failed at this sweet Kaneki we all know that 😉

Even when you were not visiting, your mind would be absent thinking about her.

Note that he -as Sasaki- connected her to the people Kaneki knew, so it’s a high chance that she too is a ghoul, and you are an investigator Sasaki…. I really liked Ishida-sensei showing Sasaki’s longing in one of the happiest chapters, he still can’t ignore that part of him even though he was so scared.

No matter how many realty or fake identity you’ll live in Kaneki. No matter what is your kind. No matter what your relationship with her is (customer/barista, trainee/coach, friends, just a stranger),you will always choose her.

The Reunion

Originally posted by lovelynemesis

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader - Avengers x female!Reader

Request: Hey Bae 😚 would you like to do an imagine where you were Buckys wife in the 40s and after he got taken by Hydra you went through the same fate. Now 70 years later they found you during a mission captured and take you to the compound. Bucky feels overly happy but fears you won’t recognise him, but you do. So over the time you slowly get along with the new life and also your feelings for Buck didn’t change, you just experience a more intense love life 😉 this would be great & some smut hehe -anon

Warnings: Smut/NSFW (18+) - fingering and oral (female receiving) - some language - a wee bit o’ angst

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: College is really stressful and I’ve had such a bad mental week, it’s been great. Any ways, here’s some good ol’ smut! There’s plenty more where this came from, so I hope it’s what you were searchin’ for. Requests/asks are still open, so feel free to drop somethin’!


Bucky’s P.O.V.

Y/N. Her name was Y/N.

It’s missions that this that remind me of her. The flakes falling around us bitterly kiss my face as Steve and I trudge through endless mounds of snow, heading for the large, rusted metal door embedded in the rough stone of the mountain. This is where I was kept under HYDRA control - where my previous life has ended and this new one began.

Y/N was my comfort - she kept me grounded. We had first met during a night-out in the city. I had convinced Stevie to go to a club with me, and she was the first woman I saw when I stepped into the dim room. We spent the whole night drinking and chatting, and by the end of the night, I knew she was the one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with - I just never knew our time together would be so short.

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@gameofthronesimagine: Could you do something with Harry Hook and the reader is from Auradon and is lifelong friends with Ben and she’s Tinker Bell’s daughter??


Word Count: 5251

Also, warning. I started out thinking this would be cute and fluffy. It kind of turned a little angsty.


“…What? This is a joke, right?”

You stared at Ben, trying to mask your horror with denial.

Ben – for his part – looked sheepish. “We need to mend ties with the Isle, and compromise is the best way to do that.”

“So, if Uma asked you to release Chernabog from the Isle, you’d be totally for it?”

“No, of course not–”

You rolled your eyes. “No, of course. Just the guy that tried. To. Kill. You.”

“Things are different. Uma and Harry don’t have any power in Auradon, and it’s not like I’m totally defenceless,” Ben pointed out, nodding to his two huge bodyguards stationed at the door to his office.

You briefly glanced at them, before looking back at Ben. “Anyone else. You could have released anyone else. What about that Gil guy? He sounded harmless. Or some of her pirate groupies.”

“She wanted Harry,” Ben said simply, taking a sip of his tea. “She wouldn’t budge on that.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Wow. Great compromising there.”

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— lit me up | (m)

pairing: kim namjoon x reader, author! namjoon
genre/warnings: smut, slight angst, romance
words: 9,222
summary: you find yourself becoming captivated by a mysterious, handsome author, but you may have bitten off more than you can chew…
note. extracts taken from the bts highlight reels, found here and the serendipity lyrics, found here. Inspired by the song found here.

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Mixtapes (Richie/Eddie)

Summary: Both Richie and Eddie are very fond of each other and often tease each other affectionately, especially Richie to Eddie. So Bill and Stan both play cupid, which results in swapping mixtapes for eachother.

Warning(s): Bad language, 13 year olds kissing (don’t read if you think its fucking weird?? bc its not), if you think this is me sexualising these cuties-don’t bother

Richie’s Mixtape to Eddie

Eddie’s Mixtape to Richie

A/N: Look at my children in love, PLEASE I highly recc listening to either of the mixtapes that are linked above^^? They are both very 70/80′s. btw I do requests? If anyone wants to hit me up an x reader or a ship in IT 2017 (or IT in general) I’ll be glad to do so?? don’t be shy

“Awe, Eds. Look at you.” Richie cooed teasingly, pinching Eddie’s slowly flushing cheek.

Eddie quickly began swatting at Richie’s hand, his eyebrows furrowed heavily and a frown on his lips, “Don’t touch me with your rotten hands, asshole!”

Richie ignored his protests and flinched away from his swats, moving his hand to now over his shoulders and pulling the smaller boys frame into his own side, a grin on his lips.  “You’re such a cutie, Eds.”

“No, No I’m fucking-”

“Both of you, shut up.” Stanley grumbles after rolling his eyes several times at the two.

Richie snapped his eyes at Stan, glaring through his coke bottle glasses, which only enhanced his eye size even more. He held Eddie closer, even with Eddie’s flushed cheeks he still squirmed lightly.

Stan sighs in relief and folds his arms as the group goes back to its usual discussion about the new random comic book of the week. Eddie couldn’t help but allow his heart to beat faster at Richie’s touch against his form, making him feel protected in his stronger grip. He couldn’t help but zone out as Richie begun to bicker that his comic book that he found was better than Stan’s.

Bill tilted his head, analysing Eddie as his eyes would flicker all over the place with his mouth gaping before closing every now and then and gulping. He knew that how he was acting wasn’t the norm for Eddie whenever Richie was like this, something was different. Not to mention that he had stopped struggling against Richie who wasn’t even holding Eddie tightly or forcing him in place.

Bill smiled a bit, as something clicked inside of his head- a plan. But he was going to need Stanley to help out.


That night, on the way home from their adventurous summer day- Bill was walking Eddie home as Stanley had taken Richie to a different route. Bill hummed a tune as he walked alongside his friend, grinning as he turned to look at him.

“So…”

Eddie looked at Bill, tilting his head, “So?”

“So, y-..you and Richie?”

“Yeah?” Eddie was confused, almost disgust in his voice- but Bill could see past the faux disgust.

“I saw how you were t-today, Eddie. Y-you were blushing.”

This again, only caused Eddie to heat up as his form became a flustered mess and he glared at Bill. “You would blush too if someone touched your arm!”

“N-no, I’d only b-blush if Bev touched my arm there.” Bill pointed out, “but in this instance, you blushed when Richie had his arm around you- as well when he pinched your cheek and called you a ‘cutie’, it’s quite obvious.”

Eddie snapped his head away, patting his fanny pack for reassurance for himself. “Whats your point?”

“My point? M=my point is that he’s flirting with you; y-you like him.”

“I don’t like him! And he isn’t flirting with me! He acts like that with everyone-”

Bill cuts Eddie off quickly, “E-Eddie, do you see him pinching any of our cheeks and calling us a ‘cutie’? He doesn’t put his arms a-around us or any of the shit he does for you, not to mention he calls you E-Eds and doesn’t have a nickname for any of us.”

“Okay Bill-”

“N-n..not to mention, he carries an extra i-inhaler around just incase you lose yours.”

Thats when Eddie’s breath hitches, feeling butterflies go crazy in his abdomen, adoration swirling and tugging at his heart strings. He could practically hear his heart in his ears loud and clear.

“He… he does?” Eddie whispers, his voice quivering a bit.

“Yeah, even though he knows that you don’t even need it anymore, because you know, gazebos and your Mom making your illness up and shit but- yeah.” Bill smiles, watching how the young boy was falling more and more in love.

Eddie then quickly holds his wrist, feeling his pulse; resulting his fingertips quivering from feelings how his heart was beating with happiness.

“Oh… I-I never knew that. He’s never told me…”

“That’s b-because you’ve never needed it, but he always has.”

Eddie bites his lip, “What a fucking, what- he’s a fucking dick.” Eddie protests, blushing bright as ever.

“Sure he is,” Bill chuckled, “But l-look, I wanna help you. I know when someone is in love when I see it.”

“How?” Eddie asked, neither denying his feelings or admitting.

“Well.. It i-involves music.”


Meanwhile, Stanley was grumbling to himself in annoyance and cursing Bill’s name for getting him into this situation with Richie Tozier. He didn’t want to do this, but Bill had promised to give him some candy as a reward if it goes well.

“So, Richie. I’m gonna make this quick as possible so I can just go home.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Richie asked with pure confusion, a single eyebrow furrowing and one raising.

“You like Eddie, Eddie likes you.” Stan started, his face full of boredom, “Can you just hurry up and tell him?”

Richie was shocked by his friend’s words at first, before smirking. “Hell yeah I like him, I tell him all the time.”

“I mean genuinely, you asshole.” Stan sighed, “Not as a joke or some shit, literally confess your fucking feelings to him or something.”

Richie rolls his eyes, not being fazed by the situation, “What makes you think I like him seriously? I’m not fucking gay-”

“It’s pretty fucking clear you like girls, after you telling us for the full day about the first time you ‘tickled your pickle’ to a random magazine that had huge boobs all over it. But you like guys too, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Stan spoke with a monotone voice, managing to not let any voice cracks slip.

Richie scoffed, “I don’t like him, he’s a friend and I like to tease him.”

“You tease him by calling him ‘cute’ and you give him a nickname, you don’t do it to anyone else. You like him, just admit it- no one is judging you.” 

Richie frowned, huffing a bit and rolling his eyes. “Well, what if I did? Whats your point and where are you going with this?”

Stan smirked, patting Richie’s back forcefully, causing him to stumble forward.

“What’s your taste in music like?”


The next day, both Richie and Eddie were walking to school together in perfect unison, both of them holding a tape in their pocket that held a variety of songs that the one had imagined for the other.

Richie gulped, for once actually nervous around Eddie. What would Eddie think of him? It was a fucking mixtape, it was Richie’s music taste. Would he even like it? Would he-

“Richie, here. I want you to have this.” Eddie cut off Richie’s thoughts, holding up a tape alike to Richie’s.

Richie blinked twice, stopping in his steps. The tape was all black and what seemed to be painted on with nail polish ‘Sucks to Suck’ on top of the tape. 

“I-it’s a mixtape.” Eddie mumbled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he felt flustered.

Richie stayed silent, slowly taking the tape, analysing it with soft eyes before looking up with confusion. He turned over the  mix tape to see ‘to Richie’ painted with the same shade of white but in smaller writing.

“You made one too?” He spoke quietly, his head tilted to the side which caused his dark brown hair to tilt too.

“What?”

“Look…” Richie dug into his pocket and pulled out his own black tape which had a sticker on it, saying ‘Gimmie head til’ I’m dead!’ on it, with writing scribbled onto the back saying ‘to Eds’ with a cheeky smiley face, “I made one too, here.” He handed it over.

Eddie’s eyes widened, blushing a bit as he took it from the glasses wearing boy and read over it- mentally scoffing at the sticker but he was in awe of the idea that both of them had somehow made a mixtape for the other.

“You too?” Eddie whispered in shock.

“Well, yeah- but it wasn’t my idea.”

“It wasn’t mine either.” 

Richie quickly smirked, rolling his eyes, “They fucking set us up.”

“Who? Bill? Because it was Bill’s idea for me-” Eddie began to ramble on.

“It was Stan’s idea for me.”

Eddie then stopped, sighing with a grin- poking his tongue in his cheek. “Fuck, that makes sense.”

Both look at each other with grins slowly spreading over their chapped lips, soon the two boys were in a fit of giggles due to the realisation of the sweet situation. Both never taking eyes off one another, blushes spreading to their ears and down their necks.

“I, I guess I’ll listen to this tonight?” Richie’s voice broke, still calming down from his fit of giggles.

“Yeah, me too… I-i uh, I picked out the songs carefully and put them in order a certain way, so..” Eddie trailed off, becoming a little ashamed incase Richie would tease him for his effort.

But Richie only felt love swell inside of him at those words, he grabbed Eddie’s hand with his free one and leant forward, bending down slightly, whilst pressing their lips together for the first time. Eddie’s eyes widened in shock, before melting and wrapping his free arm around Richie’s neck with the mixtape in his firm grip. Both merged together in sync and harmony, with their lips swelling and becoming saturated in colour. Richie wrapped his other arm around Eddie’s waist and too held his mix tape tightly as they both kissed in the middle of the street, hand in hand, with no shame at all.


Eddie sat down at his desk, placing his headphones over his head, pressing play as quickly the flood of Richie vibes swirled into his eardrums. Finally, after many aching hours at school he had time to listen to this mixtape.

I don’t want to know your name

Cause’ you don’t look the same

The way you did before

Okay, you think you got a pretty face

But the rest of you is out of place

You looked alright before…

Eddie chuckled at the familiar song, it often played in arcades that the Losers club all went too. It went under the title ‘Fox on the Run’ and it was by ‘The Sweets’.

Fox on the run!

You scream and everybody comes a running!

Take a run and hide yourself away…

Foxy on the run!

F-foxy!

Fox on the run…

And hide away!

Eddie listened to every song intensely, capturing the vibe of Richie Tozier perfectly. He had even picked out songs that they both loved and favoured. Eddie really adored Richie’s music taste and everything about it, it perfectly described him as a person and he loved that.

Soon, the last song came on. By the instrumental, Eddie recognised it to be ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love With You’ by Elvis Presley. HIs heart hammered quickly.

Wise men say,

Only fools rush in

But I, cant help, falling in love with you…

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin?

If I can’t help, falling in love with you…

Eddie’s breath hitched in his throat, feeling his pulse echo throughout his system. This was not part of Richie’s vibe at all, but part of Eddie’s. Eddie loved Elvis Presley whilst Richie wasn’t a big fan of him. 

But this song was magical and made for someone special, so Eddie was shocked and swooned. Very much so captivated.

Eddie Kaspbrak was falling in love with Richie Tozier.


Later that night, Richie laid down in bed with his cheap headphones, before plugging them into the mixtape and pressing the button to get the songs going.

The first song started; it was of course one of Richie’s favoured artists as well as Eddie’s. From what he knew, this was one of Eddie’s favourite songs from David Bowie, it was called Heroes and it was a truly beautiful song.

I, I will be king.

And you, you will be queen.

Though nothing, will drive them away

We can beat them, just for one day.

Oh we can be heroes!

Just for one day.

And you, you can be mean.

And I, I drink all the time.

Because we’re lovers, and that is a fact.

Yes we’re lovers, and that is that.

Though nothing, will keep us together

We could steal time, just for one day.

We could be heroes, forever and ever.

What’d you say?

Richie felt his heart pump faster and swell as the mixtape carried on, each song having Eddie’s vibe to it. But Richie could tell that they matched him in a way that made Eddie pick it for him to listen to. Everything was intentional.

After a good 50 minutes, the final song was starting to play. Yet Richie wasn’t prepared for what he was about to hear.

Hey Jude…

Don’t make it bad,

Take a sad song, then make it better.

Remember, to let her into your heart.

Then you can start to make it better.

Richie’s eyes widened as his thoughts wandered back to Eddie’s simple words. ‘I picked out the songs carefully and put them in order a certain way.’ This meant that Eddie had intentionally wanted Richie to hear this song last.

Hey Jude…

Don’t be afraid.

You were made to go out and get her.

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better.

Richie felt the tears prick at his waterline as this was the first time of him being emotional at a song. Eddie was the only person that knew about Richie’s home life, how he was neglected by his parents constantly and was alone. He knew that the reason why Richie was so loud and out there was because he didn’t receive the attention he deserved at home, so he wanted it from friends. He wanted to make people laugh, Eddie knew this.

Eddie’s key words lingered in his brain, as it stuck out to him that this single song revealed that Eddie’s whole mixtape was set up in a way to help Richie throughout dark times or whenever he felt alone, so he could remember that Eddie had cared enough to set up this mixtape in perfect order to make Richie stronger in that given moment.

And anytime you feel the pain,

Hey Jude, refrain

Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders.

For well you know that it’s a fool,

Who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder.

Richie’s tears finally fell, making him take his glasses off to refrain any of the tears staining the lenses. Eddie had purposely picked this song as if to say that Richie was in fact his Jude, he wanted Richie to get better and hopefully have a better mindset besides his life at home.

Nah, nah nah, nah nah, nah nah, nah nah…

His breaths shook, as he held the mixtape to his chest with the headphones still placed perfectly on his head. He was thankful to have someone like Eddie who would even bother to do this, as something as simple as this with so much thought put into it only made him fall in love with the small boy even more.

YOI Fan Rec Friday

Thank you for all your recs this week, I’m so excited to read (and reread) them all! 

Rec’d by anonymous:
The Unknown Unknown
by opalish, Teen, 7.4k
Yuuri never meant to become a supervillain. These things just happen to him. 

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Rec’d by anonymous:
S.L.O.B
by simplydrasticvoldy, Mature, 2.4k (WIP)
Versace-clad, Gucci shades atop his head, his silver-hair fringe always on fleek, Victor Nikiforov has never been a slob in his life.Naturally, one doesn’t expect him to be drunk off his ass, half-covered in chipotle sauce the moment he first locks his eyes with the new, endearingly oblivious neighbour Katsuki Yuuri.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Imprisoned
by Linisy, Mature, 26k (WIP)
For the past two years, Yuuri has been endlessly tormented by malevolent spirits. Just as he finds himself at the end of his rope, he meets Victor, an enigmatic man who possesses the ability to relieve him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
My Boy Builds Coffins
by ken_ichijouji (dommific), Explicit, 9.5k (WIP)
Yuuri’s always dealt with a lot of (pun not intentional) grief about the family business, so much so he’s given up on making many friends or finding romance.But during one morning Starbucks rush, he meets a light-haired, blue-eyed man in dark colors and manicured nails who just might prove him wrong that no one will be able to get past his job.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
And Miles to Go Before I Sleep
by Orchids_and_Fictional_Cities, Mature, 10k (WIP) 
Katsuki Yuuri has been cursed to spread misery and grief to those who dare to come close to him. Viktor Nikiforov has been sentenced to wander the earth, unable to die, granting wishes to mortals in the hopes that one of them might give his life meaning in exchange.They meet in a tempest of April snow. (Mod note: can I just say that the art in this fit is incredible, wow!)

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Rec’d by anonymous:
cadillacs in our dreams
by neuroticmango, Gen, 5.9k (WIP)
The role of Japan’s Imperial Family is purely ceremonial nowadays, but that doesn’t stop the Imperial Household Agency from making archaic decisions affecting Katsuki Yuuri’s dime a dozen life.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
To the Moon
by JMonCheri, Teen, 21k ***Major Character Death
Viktor Nikiforov’s last, literal dying wish is to get a gold medal. Yuri and Otabek figured it would be an easy goal to accomplish, until they figure out that Nikiforov was an Olympic figure skating champion with already a truck ton of other golden medals.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Pigeon Alley
by DiAnna44, Teen, 31k
What’s meant to be will always find a way. Victor and Yuuri? They’re meant to be.

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Rec’d by @littleladykokomos:
The Blue Rose
by shadhahvar, Teen, 72k (WIP) ***Graphic depictions of violence
It all started with a rose. Victor’s playful request from the Feltsman Troupe leader, Yakov, was a familiar refrain every time he was off negotiating for contracts in the Southern Cities. He’d never once returned with a blue rose.Until Yakov returned home half frozen one winter night on the back of a strange black pony, clutching a blue rose in hand. The rose’s owner had made one infuriated demand of the troupe leader: a life for a life. Now Victor will accept the geas on the rose and face down the Beast in his castle, even if it cuts him off from most his old life. Yet both Beauty and Beast may find there’s more to magic, enchantment, and love than either of them knew.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
of poodles and human babies by thishasbeencary, Teen, 5.5k (WIP)
Logically, Viktor knows that an animal for a gift is a Bad Idea. Okay? He knows. He’s heard the talks about how people might not commit to something they didn’t pick out, they won’t be planned in advance to have the time and commitment to it, they wouldn’t be able to cover the costs… The list went on and on, and Viktor knew that that list existed, so he wasn’t going to do it. He wouldn’t get Yuuri a puppy for his birthday.

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Rec’d by anonymous, @omgkatsudonplease, and @vityanikiforova:
Raison d'Être by cutesudon (elfoftheforest), Explicit, 12k
President Nikiforov of Russia has a few weaknesses: premium rye vodka, an attention span of 30 minutes, and a torrid love affair with the Japanese Prime Minister.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
Soon We’ll Be Found by lilithsins, Explicit, 130k (WIP)
When Yuuri’s life is unintentionally turned upside down, he and Viktor are thrown onto a path in their relationship that neither of them could have foreseen. The future is a vast, uncertain cavern before them, and if they’re going to get through it, they’re going to have to lean on each other, to trust each other more than they ever have before… …and it isn’t always going to be easy.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Dissonance by Mats, Explicit, 71k
Yuuri takes it for granted that Viktor will always meet him where he is. So when his coach and lifelong idol suddenly plants a very public kiss on him at the Cup of China, Yuuri takes it as a signal that his and Viktor’s relationship is about to undergo a major (and welcomed) change. But he may be wrong, and that might change everything, too. Viktor has a strategy. Had a strategy. But he got too ahead of himself and deviated from the plan… and it blew up in his face spectacularly, just like he knew it would. Now he’s back to square one and although he’s committed to starting over and doing it right this time, he can’t shake the feeling that he’s always only one misstep away from watching it all fall apart again.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
counterclockwise by viktyuuri (Empress_Arisu), Teen, 6.9k (WIP)
Life after retirement, Yuuri thinks, is quite a nice change of pace. Although, not so much when he finds himself thrust back into the past. In which married husbands Viktor and Yuuri somehow end up 5 years in the past without knowing how or why.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Katsudon for Gold by cROAissant (RoamingShadow), Gen, 4.5k
Somewhere along the road, “I might never like you” morphed into “I would die for this child”, and Yuri Plisetsky would be six feet under before Victor fucking Nikiforov would lay his thirsty hands on his precious student.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Gololyeditsa by QueenSabriel, Mature, 22k (Read the tags!)
While on a road trip to Moscow the trio finds themselves in an abandoned Soviet mining town, but something they brought with them will not let them leave.

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Rec’d by @kawaiiusagi2:
Gubraithian Fire by IdunAurora, Teen, 39k (WIP)
Seven years have passed since the end of the Second Wizarding War, and with the world turning a little brighter in the aftermath, the wizarding world has grown a little closer. Mahoutokoro might be the logical school of choice if you live in Japan, and Uagadou if you live anywhere in Africa, but if Hogwarts just so happens to have a more intriguing curriculum, why not go there instead, now that they actually accept students from outside the UK and Ireland? With worry gnawing in the back of his mind and his heart attempting to hammer itself through his rib-cage, Viktor plunges himself into studies, Quidditch, too many towers, friendship, and… wait, who’s that guy with black hair and glasses that suddenly set the world aflame by breathing in his general direction?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
He never ceases to surprise me by Farato, Gen, 660 words
Victor want’s to surprise Yuuri, so he settles with something he knews Yuuri loves.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Treasure by m00n_rabbit, Teen, 25k (WIP)
Yuuri is a disgraced knight looking for a way to redeem himself. Victor is a cursed prince living alone in an enchanted castle. The dragon complicates things.

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Rec’d by @ms-cocoa:
Yuri, the Vampire Slayer by Wynn, Teen, 20k (WIP)
One month after the death of his Watcher, Yakov Feltsman, sixteen-year old Yuri Plisetsky struggles to deal with the grief he feels at Yakov’s death as well as the burden he bears at being a vampire slayer, particularly keeping his secret from his best friend, Otabek Altin. Yuri’s brother, Viktor, struggles as well, having traded ballet and the Bolshoi for lawnmowers and suburbia following the death of their mother two years prior. Into both of their lives walks Yuuri Katsuki, a walking knot of contradictions, with his ugly tie and slicked back hair, bearing the news that he, now, is Yuri’s new Watcher.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Anteros by nanotrance, Explicit, 5.6k
“Like what you see?” he said, propping his chin on one hand, the other ghosting across his angled leg to draw attention to the fluid curve of his calf. Victor’s eyes, pupils blown wide, followed loyally. God, he could get used to this. “Well? You are going to answer me, right?” “Yes, yes, it’s amazing, you’re amazing—” Words tumbled from Victor’s mouth without reserve until Yuuri’s entire body flushed. “That’s enough,” he said, lifting a foot to gently close Victor’s jaw with the toe of a shoe. “I changed my mind. Show me how quiet you can be. Can you do that? Can you be good for me?”

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
let it burn fast by jjdez, Teen, 13k (WIP)
Yuuri doubles over in laughter, effectively cutting off the man next to him. Victor looks down at the sticky countertop with red cheeks. “No, wait,” he gasps. “I’m s–sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I swear.” Yuuri wipes at his eyes before continuing. “It’s just, I’ve been asked to go home with so many sleazy old men tonight and the one man I would actually go home with just asked me to get out of here for milkshakes. I was just surprised, is all,” he looks at Victor with an unbelievably fond smile.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Dreams and Reality by mitsui_tsuru, Not Rated, 5.7k (WIP)
The journey this time, he might have to do it alone. But as Yuuri begin to realize, he might never was…

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Rec’d by @domokunrainbowkinz :
First Born by RoseusJaeger, Teen, 4k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov is a lonely wizard who just wants a companion. Feeling he should find an excuse to retire from skating, Victor offers to heal Katsuki Yuuri’s ailing mother in exchange for his first born child.However… Yuuri turns out to be just as gay as he is and is now on a mission to find a woman to that will agree to help Yuuri keep his promise. (Mod note: I am grateful to live in an area that is not affected by the wildfire, thank you for your concern! <3)

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Twitter War by KasumiChou, Gen, 21k (WIP)
Victor wakes up one morning to find that he lovely, beautiful fiancé, Yuuri Katsuki, had gone on a twitter rant the night before. A twitter rant about how wonderful he was. God, he was head-over-heels for this man.

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Rec’d by @mmeishi:
we’re after the same rainbows by missmichellebelle, Gen, 16k (WIP)
Summer camp is supposed to be sleeping bags under the stars, ghost stories around a campfire, overturned canoes in the lake, hikes that last all day, and friendships that last for a lifetime. Summer camp is not supposed to be finding your best friend and falling in love with him, but the summer after Yuuri turns 12, that’s what it becomes.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
under the starry sky i sing my love for you by vityuu (nanahoney), Gen, 1k
“And look - that’s the Little Dipper.”
“Where?” Yuuri squinted his eyes at the sky, shuffling about on the blanket they were laying on. Viktor was pointing somewhere up in the sky, at a patch of stars, that twinkled above them, but the more Yuuri squinted, less he could see what Victor was getting at.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
learn to love the skies I’m under by LinneaKou, Mature, 11k (WIP)
The day after the Sochi GPF banquet, Katsuki Yuuri disappears without a trace. The day after the Sochi GPF banquet, Viktor Nikiforov finds a stray poodle and takes it home with him.These two events are, oddly enough, connected.

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Rec’d by @frozencalamari:
Where the Cliff Greets the Sea by RobotSquid, Mature, 31k (WIP)
For years, Victor and his crew of pirates have been the bane of the coast, unmatched and elusive. With little left to satisfy him, he visits the small seaside town of Hasetsu, drawn by its simple charms. Yuuri lives a quiet life sewing and tailoring dresses with the unattainable dream of designing gowns of his own. Victor sees him working through the window of the dress shop, and decides to stay.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Bad Apple by Multiple_Universes, Mature, 83k (WIP)
An AU were Yuuri is a very sarcastic bad boy and Victor is his very flustered and innocent coach.


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Shy (Harry Hook X Reader)

Originally posted by ehdsisjado

A/n: This is probably my favourite idea for an imagine that I’ve had in a long time. I hope you guys like it
Requested: Yes!
Words: 3770
Warnings: Angst (not a lot but it’s there)

Prompt:
A: It’s just…. It’s just that people like you shouldn’t fall in love with people like me
B: Are you fucking serious
A: What?
B: I get to decide who I do and don’t fall in love with. That’s mine okay?. No one else’s choice, not even yours. It belongs to me. I. Love. You

You had always knew you were different to the other kids on the Isle. Always. Even as a toddler you were clearly set apart from the other villain children; choosing to sit and watch their boisterous behaviour instead of partaking in it yourself. You were unmistakably good, there wasn’t a hint of bad in you. Unfortunately, your father Shan Yu, possibly the most ruthless and merciless of the villains, was not the most accepting of your passive behaviour, so you dreamed of Auradon, a place where thought you wouldn’t feel like a stranger in your own home. You couldn’t help it, you had no interest in terrorising others or making their lives miserable, instead you wanted to make friends, you wanted to help people, you wanted to learn.

When Ben eventually accepted all of the villain kids into his kingdom you thought all of your wishes would come true. You had a fresh start, a chance to surround yourself with people like you, a chance to be happy. It turned out there really was no people like you. You were instantly shunned by the princes and princess’ at the school once they figured out who your father was, turning there backs on you immediately as if his actions where your own. There was no chance of forming a friendship with any of the VK’s, you had exhausted that possibility many years ago, you were too fundamentally different to them, so you found you were left by yourself once again. To be honest, you had kind of grown accustomed to your own company and didn’t mind being alone. You began to realise that Auradon wasn’t so different to the Isle, sure it was cleaner and fancier but it could be just as lonely and isolating.

Despite little change when it came to friendships, you had discovered one new thing about yourself since arriving at Auradon; a distinct love for reading. The first time you stepped foot in the school library, you felt suddenly giddy, hardly able to contain your excitement as you stared at the seemingly never-ending shelves of hardbacks, tracing your fingers across the spines. As reading and academic interest in general was frowned upon back on the isle you had never even known libraries existed, so you took it upon yourself to make up for lost time. Any spare time you would have you would spend reading, curled up in your special corner of the library as you slowly worked your way through the endless collection of novels. It was quiet and you rarely saw people there but it was just how you liked it, peaceful and un-interrupted, fully submerged in whatever universe you were reading about. Then one day, completely by accident, everything changed.    

Harry ran down the corridor, a wicked smirk plastered across his face as he sprinted from the enraged Tourney players behind him. The pirate may have been fast, but he knew they were faster, Chad leading the angered mob. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to put fish guts in their Tourney helmets, he thought to himself as he sped around a corner. Then he glanced back at the remnants of the slimy filth dripping from Jay’s hair as they charged after him and sniggered. Who was he kidding? He lived for the adrenaline rush. Still, while they were still behind him, he ducked out of their way, running through the doorway of a random classroom instead of continuing down the hallway. He pressed his face against the glass panel in the door, crouched down watching the Tourney players run straight past where he was hiding, sighing in satisfaction. Harry, slumped with his back to the door, laughing to himself as he caught his breath, slowly looking around the room he was in. It was bigger than he had anticipated and certainly not a classroom, the space occupied by neat rows of bookcases, overflowing with novels but was seemingly empty. His blue eyes scanned the corridor, in case anybody was still out there looking for him. The coast was clear, so he jumped up, gripping the door handle before stopping. Harry’s head whipped around as the pirate froze. He could have sworn he heard a noise.

A soft giggle, barely audible but a giggle all the same, that’s what Harry thought he heard. He brushed it off, putting it down to paranoia, and went to leave the room again. He was interrupted. Another giggle, this time louder, more prominent. He knew he wasn’t hearing things then and took a step towards the noise, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he tried to work out where it was coming from. He trod carefully through the maze of book shelves, trying not to make a sound when he saw you. Instinctively he ducked down, hiding behind more books as a small smirk stretched across his lips.
“Now who are ye?” he whispered to himself as he fixated on your small frame, curled up beside a fireplace, holding an old book in your hands. A hint of recognition flickered across his eyes as he watched you grin at the hardback, beginning to laugh even louder at whatever you were reading. He was mesmerised by you, intrigued by how absorbed you were in the story, grinning to himself as huge belly laughs escaped from your lips.
“Where do I know ye from?” He said to himself, chuckling quietly from your infectious laughter. He rested his hand on a pile of binders as he craned his neck further to study you better, jumping backwards as he knocked them to the floor.
Your nearly jumped out of your skin, dropping the book you were reading and shooting up.
“Hello?” You called out, hoping there would be nobody there to answer you.
Harry was half-way down the hallway before you could take another step.

He was back again. Why? He had absolutely no idea, but the next night he found himself back in the library, hoping you would be there too. Harry wasn’t disappointed, as after filtering through the aisles of books he found you in your familiar corner, this time wrapped under a blanket, a small lamp beside you. Making sure he was hidden from view, he watched you again, trying to stop himself from chuckling.
You were reading a horror book and it was fair to say you weren’t enjoying it, but you had vowed to read every book in the library in alphabetical order and you could hardly back out half way through the the ‘A’s. You read a particularly frightening sentence and slammed the book shut, holding it at arms length away from you, before painfully slowly re-opening it. You read another word and shut it again, this time staring at the novel as if it was the devil incarnate itself.
That was the point when Harry lost it, having to bit down on his own hand to stop himself from bursting out laughing.

It had been over a week since Harry saw you the first time, and he had returned to the library everyday to find you. Every time he would find you in the arm chair beside the open fire, the little crevice of the castle you had claimed as your own. It had been over a week since you had felt like you were being watched, and you were starting to feel slightly unnerved. Every time you would convince yourself you were just feeling paranoid but something was telling you to trust your instincts.

When Harry entered the library one evening he was confused. As he walked towards your usual spot,  but he couldn’t hear a thing, no snorts of laughter, no gasps, no occasional tutting. Silence. He frowned a little before it clicked. You weren’t there. The armchair was complete empty, the fire hadn’t been started, there was no pile of books on the floor.
“Where are ye then?” He asked himself, puzzled.
“Who? Me?” You replied triumphantly from behind him, arms crossed and tapping your foot as you gave the pirate boy a knowing look. He shot around, unable to figure out a response, so instead choosing to stand with his mouth open. So you weren’t going crazy
“Oh come on,” you laughed, no longer intimidated by the boy “Don’t tell me the infamous Harry Hook is at a loss for words”
Harry relaxed, slightly shocked that you weren’t weirded out by him, and flashed you one of his signature smirks laced with a little insanity. He was curious as to how you knew what he was.
You grinned back at him, as if reading his mind.
“I mean, this kind of gives it away doesn’t it,” you motioned towards the sliver metal of his hook, glinting in to the dim light.
He smiled again, licking his bottom lip slightly.
“Ye know for someone who spends all there time in a library ye don’t half talk a lot” Harry teased, regaining his smug demeanour and taking a step towards you.
He tried to reach his hook to meet your face but you turned on your heels before he could.
“And for someone who spends all there time stalking people you are oddly confident”
“Touché” Harry laughed, following you as you collapsed into your armchair.
“What do you want Harry” you grumbled, unimpressed that the boy was invading your reading time.
He leaned back on the arm rest and grinned at you, deciding that he wanted to know more about the mysterious library girl.
“Nothing,” he said innocently enough but still with a devilish gleam in his eyes “I came here to read”
You rolled your eyes.
“We’ll go do it somewhere else, this seat is occupied” you replied, retrieving a book from your bag and opening it to the first page.
“Well if ye insist,” whispered the pirate, walking away from you.
You tilted your head, that was far too easy. You were kind of disappointed that Harry had left so soon but you dismissed the thought and started to read, happy to be left in the quiet. That was until, you hear the screech of wood against the library floor.

“Harry! I told you to leave!”
“Nu-uh, ye told me to get my own chair,” he said smugly, dragging one of the libraries benches from the other side of the room to the fireplace “So I did”.
He winked at you
“You are ridiculous”
“I think ye mean endearing”.
The bench was now directly next to your chair, Harry sprawled out on it, his hands behind his head in a mock super model pose. You giggled.
“You’re not seriously, going to stay here are you?”
“Ye already know the answer to that question sweetheart” Harry whispered.
“I can’t believe you” you said under your breath but seeing Harry’s two piercing blue eyes stare back at you charmingly, you relented.
“Fine, read this” you thrusted a book into his arms, “But I have rules. You don’t talk to me and I don’t talk to you”
Harry smirked.
“You won’t even know I’m here”

You knew he was there alright. Every five second the boy tried to talk to you and in the hour you had been sat there you hadn’t even finished the first page of your book.
“Just put me out of my misery sweetheart and tell me ye name” he pined, creeping closer to the end of his bench and you.
“Shut up and read your book Hook”
“I am reading,” he protested “Ye know I can be very persuasive when I want to be”
Harry was whispering to you, his lips brushing against your ear. You shuddered a little, not used to being this close to somebody. Annoyed, you pushed Harry playfully by the shoulder away from you.
“If I tell you will you leave me alone”
“I’m not making any promises” You jabbed him in the ribs “Okay! I’ll leave you alone”
Harry wiggled away from you and picked up the book, pretending to read it. You did the same, returning to your novel. Neither of you could concentrate on any kind of story, taking it in turns to steal glances at one and other when you thought they weren’t looking. It was Harry who caught you first.
“I can see ye looking at me ye know” he said raising an eyebrow.
“L-looking at you? Pffft I’m not….. looking at you” you stuttered embarrassed at being caught. You were a terrible liar.
“You’re sitting right next me. I can see ye”
“W-well then you need to get….. some glasses”.
After realising how terrible your excuses were you made eye contact with Harry again. The two of you tried to keep straight faces but faltered, laughing until you cried and your sides actually beginning to ache. When the sniggers finally subsided you turned to the pirate.
“My names Y/N Yu,” you said at last causing Harry to sit up.
“I thought I recognised you from the Isle” he replied, looking at you slightly differently.
“I doubt it. I have never really been a people person. Nobody really remembers me”, your voice sounded slightly sadder than you had intended it to, so you shut your mouth abruptly.
“I remembered you” Harry stated quietly, before, for the first time that night, picking up his book and  starting to read it.

It had been months since your first encounter but you and Harry had grown in-separable. It baffled everybody, the quiet shy bookworm and the obnoxiously flirtatious pirate, it wasn’t a mix that most expected to work. But it did. Soon friendship progressed to something much more. You understood Harry unlike anybody else, your relentless kindness something he had been missing but craved. Harry was fiercely protective of you, threatening to hook anybody who gave you any trouble. Yes, you knew it was a little much, but he was trying. Neither of you had any trouble admitting you were madly in love with the other. You and Harry still had your nightly reading sessions, only now you shared the armchair, you curled up on his lap, your head against chest. Harry would rest his chin on the top of your head, reading over shoulder and kissing your forehead occasionally, your bodies engulfed by a thick tartan blanket. Often, you would fall asleep like that and Harry would carry you back to your dorm, careful not to wake you. It was perfect.
For a while.

*teeny tiny time skip*

“It’s the end of the world as we know it!” You exclaimed, you pouted at Harry who just laughed at you and ruffled your hair.
“Has anybody ever told ye you’re over dramatic?”
“I’m being serious Har! The library is shut! All day!”
He chuckled at you again.
“I guess ye’ll have to sit at an actual table at lunch and actually talk to people”
You sighed melodramatically and Harry copied you, mocking your movement.
“I’d watch it Harry, you’re forgetting who my father is. I could have you flattened on this floor in a second”
“Y/N, ye may indeed be the daughter of Shan Yu, but ye haven’t flattened anything in your life”
You swatted the back of his head.
“I’m in a bad mood” you grumbled quietly.
“Come on Little Miss Yu, we’re going to sit with Uma”

You and Uma had a mutual dislike for each other. The kind of mutual dislike for each other that often caused countries to go to war. Which was a shame, her being your boyfriends best friend and all, but you tried to not let it bother you. Uma had begun to hate you since Harry started spending more time with you, annoyed that he no longer wanted to try and destroy Auradon. She lost her shit when she caught him reading a book in his room instead of training one time.
“I thought you hated Y/N” Gil said goofily as you and Harry sat down at Uma’s picnic table.
“I do” Uma said bluntly, giving you a death stare. You pretended to ignore it, instead pulling out a piece of chocolate cake from your bag. Harry sent a warning glare back to Uma.
“Well I think Y/N’s very nice,” Gil added, giving you a genuine smile and nodding his head.
You smiled back. Gil might not have been the sharpest knife in the draw but he was pretty harmless.
“She always was, wasn’t she. So nice”. Uma spat, sneering at the word nice as I it was an insult.
“If you’ve got a problem with me, I can go you know” You stood up for yourself, imitating Uma’s tone.
“Fine by me”
“Uma,” Harry growled, an fierce edge in is voice
“Oh, I’m sorry I forgot you developed feeling for the girl. Did you forget she was just part of the plan”
“Uma, shut it!” Harry banged his fists on the table.
“The plan?” You nearly choked on your cake.
“Oh honey didn’t you know” Uma said with fake concern “He only dated you because I told him to”
You spat the remaking chocolate cake out.
“What” you whispered venomously, staring at Harry who was sat with his mouth wide open.
“I thought we needed to expand our crew a bit so I told him to go out and find some vulnerable girl who would follow him blindly. Don’t know why he chose you though, you’ve always been weird haven’t you. Always been a loner. Always been a fr-”
“UMA ENOUGH!” Harry screamed.
You felt suddenly dizzy, black hazing your vision. Harry tried to grab your hand but you snatched it away. You were crying now, your heart slowly shattering. Turning around you stumbled away as quickly you could, as far as your eyes could see.

You ran into the woods, needing to be as far away from the school ,and the people in it, as possible. You were sobbing now, heaving and wailing like a child, as you sprinted. Refusing to stop, you ran deeper and deeper into the forest, your legs snatching on brambles and the wind biting at your cheeks. You never wanted to go back. How could you? The only person that had made Auradon bearable was Harry but it seemed even that was just some cruel joke. You stopped only when you thought your lungs would collapse, throwing yourself down beside a tree trunk.
“She’s right,” you blubbered to yourself “I don’t belong here. I don’t belong on the Isle. I don’t belong anywhere!”.
Your thoughts where interrupted by the snapping of a tree branch. You peered behind a tree defensively, to see a familiar pirate stood behind you.
“Y/N darling, Ye know that’s the biggest pile of bullshit I’ve ever heard”

He attempted to pull you into a hug but you refused.
“Harry,” you started.
“Uma’s a liar. Ye knew that already, she’s temperamental that’s all, she doesn’t mean anything she says-”
“Harry, don’t bother” You pulled away from your embrace, slumping back down to the ground.
Harry sat beside you.
“Don’t bother with what?” He asked softly, sweeping the hair away from your face with his hook so he could look into your eyes.
Before you could get lost in them, your tore your eyes away from him his.
“Stop pretending that you love me, or that you care, or that I mean something to you. It’s only hurting me more.”
Harry grabbed hold of your jaw, and twisted it towards you so you would look at him.
“You’re seriously not saying all of this because Uma threw a hissy fit are ye?”
“No actually. That’s the sad bit, I’ve been thinking about it or quite some time”
“What the hell are ye on about now!” Yelled Harry suddenly exploding, taking you slightly be surprise “Ye know I’d do anything bloody for ye!”
You ignored him, continuing your little speech.
“Do you know what people say when they see us together. They think how the hell did he end up with that, they think that-”
“When did I ever care what people think? When did ye ever care what people think?” He was still shouting, his yells echoing around the forest trees.
“I’ve always cared,” you whispered so quietly it could have gone undetected.
Harry heard though and got to his feet
“Then why don’t you care what I think then, eh? Because you know full well I love you!”
You stood up beside him, tears still streaming down your face.
“It’s just…. It’s just that people like you shouldn’t fall in love with people like me”
“Are you fucking serious” Harry whispered, cooling down again and turning towards you.
“What?”
He wrapped his arms around you, refusing to let you go no matter how hard you squirmed until you eventually melted into his touch.
“ I get to decide who I do and don’t fall in love with. That’s mine okay?. No one else’s choice, not even yours. It belongs to me. I. Love. You”
“Harry,”
“I love you,” he repeated.
“I love you too”
You nuzzled your face into his neck, breathing in the unmistakable scent of the ocean that never seemed to leave the pirate. Standing on your tiptoes you reached up and planted a short kiss on Harry’s lips, before lowering down and simply staring at him.
“I was going to wait till ye birthday but-”
Harry pulled away from you, untucking a small pendant necklace from his shirt and took it off. He placed it carefully in your hand, folding over your palm and pushing it gently to your chest.
“It was my mothers. I want you to have it.”
“Harry, it’s beautiful but… But I can’t take this from you,” The necklace was small and ornate, a silver crescent moon charm adorning the chain. You rubbed the cool metal between your thumb and forefinger.
“I told ye,” Harry whispered with a smile “It’s yers”
You flung your arms around his neck and he picked you up, spinning you around and round in circles until you begged him to put you down.
“We should probably get back Har” your said, still feeling a touch dizzy.
“Yer right Y/N. I’ll race ye back to the library,” Harry winked, twirling you around a final time.
“You know full well it’s closed, why torture me like that? You know we can’t go”
“Yeah well yer forgetting I’m a villain Y/N, breaking the rules is what I do”
You stared up at the boy you loved one more time, gazing at the way his eyes shone in the dappled sunlight.
“Harry Hook,” you stated “I’ve never met a more lovely villain”

the stages of love - peter parker

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: The Stages of Love played you like a game for years on end, but Peter might of just realized the same accounted for him too.

Requested: yes (anon)

Warnings: language; so much fluff holy shit

Words: 2524

a/n: so here’s a super fluffy peter imagine yikes this is so fluffy and long but oh well. anyway, pietro imagine releases tonight! hope u enjoy:) o and italics is in the past:)

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Stage One: Confusion

You vividly remember the easier times like it was yesterday, the point where nothing was stressful in life besides picking out which birthday presents you wanted more than the others. Everything glided through your life so easily, not a stress in the world. You were seven at the time, the world of coloring your homework assignment and not having to study for the ACT.

You were in Mrs. Banks’ classroom for the year, the most wonderful teacher you could’ve ever thought of having. She was thoughtful, sweet, and she never raised her voice. Once you walked into the room on the first day, your seating assignment was golden. She had sat you next to your long time friend Michelle, your smile bright and jittery as you happily hopped your way over to your friend, her face lighting up at the sight of your name tag place next to hers. You arranged your pencil bag and crayons as Michelle talked ferociously to you about how much fun you two were gonna have all year next to each other.

Not even two minutes later, your bubbly conversation with Michelle was silenced, both of your attention’s snapping to a new figure being seen across the table from you. Your   big, Y/E/C eyes widened at the presence of the new boy, or what you thought was a boy, due to the fact his head was shoved away, hiding in the arms of your teacher.

“Y/N, Michelle, this is your other table buddy, Peter. Can you say hello?” Mrs. Banks’ soft, silky voice floated through your ears as your mind instantly nodded a yes through your head, your eagerness to make a new friend growing.

As Michelle nodded back as well, your teacher coaxed Peter’s seemingly shy demeanor from her arms and led him to the seat across from you. You watched carefully as the boy’s mop of slightly curly, brown hair move to face away from you, decisively showing you and your friend his face. Your eyes followed his features as they opened up to new faces being shown around him. His bashful, bright brown eyes wandered from you to Michelle numerous times before his small lips formed a weary smile at the two of you. Your fascination with this boy was growing by the minute, his entire demeanor questioned you over and over again.

Mrs. Banks’ let him be before walking away to greet others at the door. You stared directly at Peter, waiting for him to open his quiet mouth and say something. His eyes directed down at his desk, arranging his new pencils and crayons in order. Your mind grew impatient waiting for this new friend of yours to talk, so you decided to start the conversation.

“Hi, Peter! I’m Y/N! This is Michelle,” you started, voice squeaky and loud as your finger pointed over to Michelle. She waved at Peter sweetly before pulling out a book and flipping through tge pages.

Peter’s head slowly turned up and locked gazes with you, eyes wide with weariness and concern at your sudden outward demeanor. His thin eyebrows furrowed before his lips did that same small smile again and spoke to you.

“H-Hi,” he quietly answered, nose crinkling in concern of you not being able to hear his quiet voice.

Your smile lit up as soon as he replied, two front teeth missing from the equation, but still the brightest smile possible was adorned across your face. Your mind was somehow already captivated  by this boy’s reticent and peaceful disposition. But your heart was confused at the same time, your seven year old brain not knowing what this new exciting feeling that had been cast upon you on such short notice.

But man, did you like it.


Stage Two: Denial

“Peter! You have to tell me, c'mon!” you urged your best friend of five years, your hands slightly shoving him.

Peter rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest in sudden defeat, the sound of regret laced through his words, “Do I have to?”

You urgently shook your head up and down, eyes wide with curiosity as you watched the eleven year old boy in front of you. You were attempting to get Peter to tell you who his crush was, and it wasn’t working in your favor. You had pressured hi eight times that day to tell you, him not budging once. Bu this time, you could feel his attitude slipping, the secret so close to being released.

You really didn’t know why you wanted to know so badly. Maye it was the rush you would get when attempting to set the two of them up. Or, maybe it was the excitement you feel push through you as the Peter told you something he would never, ever tell anyone else.

Your thoughts were cut short as peter heavily sighed and waked closer towards you. His eyes cased everywhere else in the room besides yours  as he finally yielded to your constant begging and told you the secret.

“It’s, it’s Liz Allen,” he said rushed and quietly, instantly pulling away from your ear as the words slipped off his lips, sudden regret soaking his demeanor.

Your mind transitioned from eagerness to almost… regret?  You couldn’t quite detect the feeling that was pulsing through your veins right now. All you could think about was the girl’s name that had just rolled off Peter’s tongue and the fact that everything about her just didn’t match up with Peter.

You whispered back to him, looking around for the sight of anyone before muttering, “But, she’s an… eighth grader,” the sound of her grade level sounded so scandalous and out of place your eleven year old brain didn’t want to comprehend it.

“So?” Peter questioned back to you, rolling his eyes as if you were being the uptight one.

Thoughts of Peter whisking himself away from your time to stare at Liz Allen made your stomach twist in anger and from the tips of your fingers to your toes twitch with jealousy.

Woah woah, wait. Jealousy? You, jealous of Peter’s attention? No way. There was no way you, Y/N Y/L/N was somewhat crushing on Peter Parker. It’s Peter for god’s sake! He was awkward all the time, and he was your best friend. You were NOT jealous.

Nope, no way. There’s no way.

lmao you thot.


Stage Three: Acceptance

It had been two years ever since Peter admitted to his  longing, overbearing, and utterly pathetic crush on Liz Allen. And the  fact that you were completely over it, was to say the least. Ever since  he had slipped his secret to you, his eyes for Liz grew fonder as well  as his heart. His captivating brown eyes would light up a room as he  would spot Liz from the other side, his feet that once carried  themselves over to you before class, found their way over to the older  girl.

Peter’s heart yearned for Liz, while yours, as  you hated to admit, ached for his. Your mind since then has been in a  constant whirlwind of confusion, guilt, regret, and forgiveness as it  flipped between the two sides of your mirroring conflicts.

One  day, you would carry your hatred of his affection on your shoulders as  you approached the school, your feelings portrayed across your face.  Your lips would turn down in a scowl as your eyes would match, the usual   bright Y/E/C would glaze over in a layer of darkness to match your   mood.

But then the next day, Peter just had to do   something cute as hell, kicking the beat of your heart again and   igniting your new feelings, triggering your mind to wash away all of the  bad and immense feelings you had towards Peter’s affections. You   couldn’t trust your conflicted emotions anymore, your newly hormonal,   thirteen year old brain would constantly conflict yourself.

The point was, Peter Parker was messing with your mind, and you had no idea what would happen next.


Stage Four: Infatuation

“Peter, don’t do this again.”

“Y/N please! I promise you, we’ll work on it tomorrow!” Peter pleaded you, his hands grasped around the pole connecting your bed together. His pleads escaped his mouth in sweet, savory sections that made your heart thump.

Peter was flaking on you again, for Liz. Of course, who else would it be? You two were supposed to be working on your Chemistry project, but once again, he got a text from Liz, asking him to help her with homecoming stuff. The beautiful boy before you was asking for yet another favor, replacing your time over again with someone else’s.

You shook your head slightly, allowing him to leave you, working on the project alone. His sweet brown eyes connected with yours in happiness as you agreed.

“Thank you!” he ran over to your slumped figure, instantly wrapping his arms around your frame in a bone crushing hug. The heat between your two bodies flooded your memory of how it felt to succumb to his captivating touch. He released from your grasp, smiling at you once more before exiting your room in a rush.

And he was gone.

You couldn’t help but let out a shaky sigh, the emotions that wracked your brain for months attempting to spill out of your system.Two years had passed since you willingly admitted to yourself your immense feelings for Peter. The one day your feelings never conflicted you again caused you to have almost a mental breakdown. Every wave of sudden affection you yearned for from Peter hit you all at once that day, your thoughts no longer blurring you from the truth.

Your mind played every scenario of happiness, affection, and liveliness it could recall of your years with Peter. You adored his thoughtful strength to want to be able to do more with his life, his intelligence acting as a flame of ignition. You loved carefully gazing at the boy as he bit his thin, pink bottom lip in concentration, dazzling chocolate eyes trained in thought as he focused on something intense. His slightly curled brown hair would run through his fingers in time of stress, your eyes latching themselves on to the muscles that lined his sculpted hands along the top. And don’t even get started on the freckles. They peppered his tan skin so lightly that they looked as if they were barely there. Random ones would appear on his nose daily, and you would take note of the new placement and smile to yourself at all of his purely mesmerizing quirks.

You sensed a pleasure of infatuation ignite your heart in a fiery sensation with the boy, your mind clouding with pleasure and hope as you dazingly thought about him night and day. His heart was pure and full of complete joy, which made your feelings grow immensely deeper as time clocked on. Nothing could beat the admirable emotion you felt towards that boy, and that was not a good sign.

Your brain loathed to admit it, but you knew deep down in the pit of your stomach and the back of your mind that he would never, ever gaze at you the way his eyes would cast a upon the older girl’s. He was your best friend, and unfortunately that was all.

But your feelings never countered for a minute.

Stage Five: Affection

One year later and Peter still knew. How could he not? From the way your pure Y/E/C eyes would run their course over his figure day by day to the way he would sense and witness your heart break as he fled your lonely figure for someone else’s. Ever since you two were thirteen, his immature boy brain could perceive the jealousy you proved among him as he spoke excitedly about his crush. At first he denied that you had any feeling towards him, but then he kept thinking back to all the occurrences to when your beautiful, bright smile was vanished from your features completely, when he talked about Liz.

He could remember the exact day he figured out your feelings. Your head was downcasted as he spoke to you about a science project. His eyes watched as your figure went limp at the sound of Liz’s name being used in an out-of-context situation. You then lifted your head, your usual light eyes portraying a dark side as you locked his gaze. Your features hardened and his heart did an unusual flip, his insides churning at the new unfamiliar and cold feeling.

It was almost as if seeing you in such a demure state put him in a saddened one. As time went on and his brain continued to wrack for answers, he finally received the answer.

Guilt.

Guilt was the previous anonymous feeling, and he felt his heart ache a little. The thought of  you staying up at night with thoughts of him wandering around your heartbroken state, brought him into a new light. Liz used to be the one who was the only facade of his wondrous thoughts day and night.

But as he sat in bed that night, his confused mind keeping him from sleep, he realized you had been for awhile. The emotion hit him like a truck, instantly being bombarded with images of you. The form of your radiant eyes and matching smile clouded the front of his mind, his veins suddenly pumping with a new, enticing feeling.

The way your nose would scrunch at something you took a dislike to, or the way your long eyelashes would flutter quickly as you attempted to stay awake and continue studying for another test. But most of all, the way that your soft features would all elevate to a new type of happiness you looked his way at the beginning of the day, his heart inflaming with captivity and admiration for you and everything you were made of.

The alluring sense of all this was completely evident the first time he kissed you too.

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“Peter, what are you…?” you daringly questioned his close and infatuated presence.

“Please, Y/N. Let me show you much I love you” his scratchy yet sweet voice whispered against your trembling lips. The thought of Peter falling in love with caused your entire body to shake in nerves and shock. The air around the both of you became heavy and lucid as everything in the world seemed to make sense. The love you yearned for him to reciprocate was suddenly present, and you didn’t know when or why it was now showing itself, but you didn’t care. Nothing else mattered then as Peter’s admirable brown eyes gazed from your lips and back to your eyes as the soft touch of his hands enveloping your face in a warm manner sent chills up and down both of your fingertips. Peter’s sweet touch was closed as his savory lips planted themselves on yours.

Both hearts filled with love as the feeling of closeness between the two of developed. Your lips pushed themselves back on his as your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to your needy figure. His throat emitted a long-awaited sigh of relief, your feeling being proved for one another once and for all.

The stages of love were somewhat a game. But, if you play them right, you’ll prove you’re the winner.

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Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 2 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: 4,342

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

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“Well, talking about awkward huh?” Dean laughed nervously as Sam only looked at him with a hard look.

“Yeah, very.” he said through pursed lips and Dean cleared his throat, avoiding looking at him in the first place.

“Honey?” it was your voice that broke the silence that had set between the two Winchesters “Can you come help me?” you sounded a little too eager and at your question Dean’s body stiffened and he felt his heart beat harder inside his chest. Gosh, how every fiber in his body just screamed for him to find you.

But he knew he had to keep himself, much less something from showing. He cleared his throat and shook his head “Well, this is gonna be a whole lot of fun.” he huffed.

“Definitely.” Sam mumbled and Dean instantly looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

“You know I’m just joking, right?” he asked with a deep frown but Sam wouldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“Yeah, when are you not?” he stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets and prefered to look at the things that were in the house instead of pay attention to his insanely increasing jealousy.

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“Did that miscreant hurt you, mother ?” - Batmom x Batfam

Requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera, and sorry cause, as I just finished writing it, I realize this probably wasn’t what you wanted at all…I hope you guys will like it

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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-…And I swear if ANY of you set fire to anything again, you’ll be grounded for the next six months with NO chance of parol ok ? 

Your sons nod a bit grumpily (until you glare at them and then they nod vehemently : “yes m’am”), knowing damn well how serious you are right now, and already dreading the long gala that awaits them, and how well behaved they will all have to be. 

It means no flirting for Dick. It means no fighting for Jason. It means no sarcastic comments to people for Tim. It means…No talking or moving for Damian really, as he knows when he starts, he can never stop. He’d rather just stand by his parents or brothers and not talk at all (Gotham’s media thought he was mute for the longest time, until one day, he called a journalist that was asking him something rude a “troglodyte” and…of course it made every news papers’ headline…uh). 

It  basically means no-anything-that-could-get-them-in-trouble. And if you had to make a speech each times before a social event to keep your family out of the scandal news, then you would. Pictures of you guys buying groceries, or eating at a food truck, having fun at the local fair or you and Bruce kissing ? To be honest you know it comes with the package to be a Wayne. And you’re fine with this. But scandals ? It always upsets you too much to think anyone could think heal of your family…

Now of course, you know some people hate your family just because you’re rich and famous, but at least, it’s not because you did something that gives them an actual reason to hate you all. Besides, most of the time, it’s just misplaced jealousy. 

Those people had no idea what it really was like, to actually be Mrs. Wayne. The only thing they knew, was that yes, it seemed not that easy to raise those boys of yours as they also seemed very…full of life. But other than that, they had just not a single clue what it was to be Mrs. Wayne. If they thought it was easy, that you just bathed in wealth and you’re husband was just a damn sexy and smart bastard…then they were wrong. Of course he was smart and sexy, but oh, oh being his wife wasn’t easy. 

Being able to pull him away from his dark thoughts was a full time job. Cheering him up and making him smile, genuinely smile, was a constant struggle. But, of course, you wouldn’t have it any other way…And as he snakes an arm around your waist to lead you toward tonight’s gala, your boys chatting with each other in front of you, you know that yes, this is all worth it.

You’d go through Hell for Bruce Wayne. If those journalists and people who judged you and your family could also go to hell in the process…Ahem. 

And oh how cute is it, that your boys try to make sure to be right in front of the cameras’ flashes so they don’t blind you ? Those kids…

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You’re used to it. The silence whenever you all arrive somewhere. 

It’s always the same. 

Outside, it’s mayhem. 

People screaming things at you, how much they all love you. Journalists yelling questions in your face, girls swooning over your husband (it doesn’t annoy you as much as it used to, as you understood long ago that Bruce was somehow completely impermeable to this attention, that he only had eyes for you, quite literally). 

But when you get inside, where photographers and such are forbidden…

Complete silence for a few seconds, as people take in the “great and famous” Wayne family. As people stare at you all shamelessly. 

How handsome your sons are getting (”the oldest one, Richard, he’s legal right ?” you heard more than once), how well dressed you all are (everyone is, but you guys ? You pull it off better than any other rich fucks in this town), how perfect your family is (Haha. Hahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)…There’s always a small silence, before conversations start once again, your boys go off on their own to find drinks and food, and Bruce get swarmed by tons of people that wants to talk to him. 

Years ago, you used to hate this. Because they all always ignored you. But now ? Now people want to talk to you as much as they want to talk to Bruce…Though sometimes they’re a little scared of your wits. They’re very careful not to be rude around you. Just like Damian (and Hannibal Lecter actually…though you don’t eat people), rudeness is your pet peeve. 

This time is just like any other time, except that the silence is way shorter than usual. It takes you a few seconds to register what’s going on, and when you go completely stiff in Bruce’s arms. Instantly, he gives you a worried look and do not understand what made you so tense all of a sudden, when, while it’s still supposed to be silent around, he hears the smuggest voice he ever heard in his entire life (and he spend his life around smug people…) : 

-(Y/N) !! Oh my oh my oh my, long time no see my little fox ! It’s so gooooood to see you ! 

“Who was that guy ?” is what everyone was thinking right now. How dare he interrupt this sacred few seconds of silence while they were all admiring the Waynes ? And how dare he talk to Mrs. Wayne like that, in front of her husband who was known to be a bit…territorial sometimes with her ? (After all, they witnessed countless times him kissing you passionately because someone even remotely flirted a tiny bit with you…). 

That guy…That guy was Edward Gibson. 

The only man besides Bruce with whom you had a serious relationship with. 

The only man (and hopefully he’ll always stay the only man) that broke your heart. 

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Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and Dating Peter Parker Would Include (Part 2):

Summary: Just dating Peter… and being Tony’s daughter.

Authors Note: This was highly requested in the comments and I really enjoyed making the last one, so here ya  go! <3

Warning(s): swearing and deadpool (again)


Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and Dating Peter Parker Would Include (Part 2):

•y'all “tis about to get wilD


•you and peter have a stable relationship™

-y'all don’t really fight

-if you do it’s something stupid

-“I CANT BELIEVE YOU ATE THE LAST BROWNIE, THE AUDACITY, I AM DISGUSTED, YOUR BEHAVIOUR IS ATROCIOUS”

-“ I’m lactose intolerant Peter”

-“YOU ARE A TERRIBLE- wait you are?!?!”

-“HAHAHA SIKE” *cue you running away with the last brownie*


•Tony usually mediates your fights.

-he doesn’t want his spiderlings to be sad.

-not good for his representation in the ‘approving dad’ world

-“(Y/N) I suggest you give Peter back his brownie”

-“I ate it”

-*tony giving you the scolding parent look*

-“what do you want me to do? Shit it out?”

-*cap bursts through the door* “LANGUAGE (Y/N)


•peter still uses pickup lines on you

-“my Spidey sense isn’t the only thing that’s tingling”

-“peter do you know what that means?

-“yes it means I feel all tingly and happy when I’m around you”

-“BOiIi”

-he clearly gets these from Wade


•peter going on dad dates with Tony

-“I can’t believe you remembered our anniversary”

-“I could never forget it Mr Stark”

-“um Peter…you’re dating me?”

-“This is an A B conversation (Y/N) leave”

-your dad and Peter have probably been on more dates with each other than Peter has with you.


•you and peter are always together

-the avengers freak out when you aren’t.

-“WHERE IS THE LOCATION OF BROTHER PETER?? HAS HE JOINED THE DECEASED??? I SHALL AVENGE YEE MAN OF SPIDER”

-“Thor chill… he went to the bathroom”


•Peter always has his hands on you

-whether it’s holding hands, or he’s touching your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist.

-he likes to know that you’re always there.


•hUgS frOm BehInD

-y'all this is the only time Peter feels like he’s the big spoon

-he’ll rest his chin on your head and your back will be pressed to his chest

-aw™


•peter using his height to his advantage

-he’ll hide your things in high places

-so you call for help

-usually ends in you standing on him to get what you want.


•HICKieS yO

-it happened when you first showed Peter your room

-Tony told you to leave the door open but y'all didn’t let that bother you ;)

-“YOU HAVE TAINTED MY YOUNG PETER HE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME”

-“ father why do you not express this concern for me”

-“it’s because you’re the devils spawn”


•finally perfecting that spiderman kiss

-“WE FINALLY DID IT”

-“HELLS YEAH”

-“how do I get down?”

- *cue peter’s web snapping*


•stealing Peter’s clothes

-old and new

-he leaves a sweater at your place?

-BAM it’s yours

-buys a new shirt?

-BaM It’s yours

-he eventually runs out of clothes

-Tony buys him a new wardrobe


•having a meme group chat with Ned

-sending memes about spiderman

-peter regrets introducing you to Ned


•going on dates to the zoo

-Peter taking pictures of you admiring things

-a passerby reports Peter to the security guard for looking like a creep

-your dad has to bail peter out


•whenever peter loses you in a large group of people he always knows how to find you.

-“yo Pete where’s your girlfriend?”

-“hold on one sec” *shakes wallet*

-“DID I HEAR MONEY?!?!”

-“found her”


•spoiling peter bc you’re filthy rich and he deserves the world

-“happy birthday baby!!”

-“(Y/N) is that a car???”

-*you smiling uncontrollably*

-”(Y/N) I can’t drive’’

-’’Its a keepsake’’ 


•convincing your dad to take peter on missions.

-instantly regretting it bc peter is a soft boi who needs protection.

-“If you die on this mission, I will kill you”

-updating the suit bc you must protec™

-“I’ve added extra padding to your suit to soften any falls”

-he literally cannot breathe now


•accidentally admitting that Tom Holland is your celebrity crush.

-“but we look exactly alike??”

-“don’t be ridiculous Peter, you look nothing alike”

•dates to museums and science exhibitions

-watching peter nerd out

-v cute™


•going out with Liz and Michelle for girls nights

-peter dropping in on you as part of ‘patrol’

-almost activating ‘instant kill mode’ when a guy talks to you


•you putting on the suit just to talk to Karan

-“am I the only one that thinks Peter smells like avocado? Like does he even eat avocado?”

-“I too have detected this unusual scent Ms Stark”


•Peter freaks tf out when you get sick

-like mental break down freak out

-he googles your symptoms

-which means he always thinks your dying.

-“I DIDNT KNOW WHAT SOUP YOU LIKED SO I BROUGHT ALL OF THEM USING YOUR DADS CREDIT CARDS”

-he brought like 50 tins of soup

-will not let you leave his sight

-“Peter I need to take a dump”

-“I’ll come with you”


•Wade is always crashing your dates

-he thinks you guys are friends

-“Wade will you ever leave us alone?”

-“Of course Peetie! When (Y/N)’s father accepts my adoption papers”

-“Why would a grown ass man need adopting?”

-“It’s to fund my expensive lifestyle”

-Wade also steals Peter’s wallet so he has an excuse to come along.

-eventually getting a restraining order on Wade.


•Star Wars marathons

-you thinking Luke Skywalker is hot

-Peter getting jealous

-he dresses up like Luke the next day.


•he finds your old spiderman fan account on tumblr

-when he does he just stares at you smugly from across the room.

-“what?”

-“oh nothing” ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º)

-he starts texting you the ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º) face.

-“so you bet spiderman is one sexy specimen under that mask?“ ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º)

-you want to die

-"I will delete you from my life”


•going to Starbucks for your anniversary dates


•peter insisting you have him on speed dial just incase anything happens

-you mostly use it to get food

-“hi”

-“(Y/N)??? Are you okay??”

-“I’ll have a double cheeseburger and fries please.”

-“(Y/N) pls”

-“what? I’m hungry”

-“may I remind you that I am  not supposed to be used for ordering take out”

-“then what the fuck are you supposed to be?”

-“your boyfriend”

-“oh yes that too”


•you wear matching outfits to school sometimes

-you are the power couple of the school


•taking Tony’s car for a joy ride

-crashing it bc peter gets nervous and webs up the windscreen

-it’s all good tho

-you use his card to buy a new one

-and blame it on Wade


•cute goodmorning texts

-“make sure to brush your teeth, you have terrible morning breath xox ~ (Y/N)

-"please brush your hair today, yesterday you looked like a yeti that had been run over and drowned in toilet water <3 Peter”


•everyone noticing how whipped Peter is for you

-except you

-peter doesn’t even know what that means he’s so outdated


•Peter has coffee mornings with Steve

-you’re never invited


•sending each other selfies

-your ugliest ones usually end up as your lock screens

-“who’s that horrendous looking creature?”

-“my fucking boyfriend bish”


•you die when peter speaks Spanish

-“pan caliente”

-“ I don’t know what you just said but please let it be the only thing you say at my funeral”

-he said hot bread


•Peter worries about your wellbeing

-he sets up daily reminders on your phone to drink water

-irl it’s just him texting you h20 puns and jokes


•you are very territorial

-if a girl so much as looks at Peter

-you will snatch the weave

-one time you actually pulled out some girls hair

-Peter thought it was hot™

-Steve and Tony did not ™


•stony are your parents tbh


•like your dad you have a lot of issues

-you’re scared peter will leave

-but he never does

-he always comes back


•arcade dates

-Peter gives you a promise ring from a vending machine

-the avengers freak out and think it’s an engagement ring.

-Steve gives you a lecture about patience and how you should wait.

-Tony on the other hand…

-“I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME I HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR MONTHS”

-“Uh Mr Stark, we’re 17 and it’s just a promise ring”

-“You are both disappointments and disgraces to the Stark name”


•caring for him after missions

-cuddles

-back rubs

-Peter is very clingy at this point.


•knowing exactly what calms each other down.


•Training with Peter

-having a run on the treadmill whilst he does weights.

-you trip and hit your head

-Peter drops a weight on his foot bc he’s shook.

-you both go to hospital and agree never to workout together again.


•carnival dates

-peter sees a game and insists he wins a price for you

-he loses

-3 times

-you end up having a go and you win a fish

-peter has the fish for 4 days of the week and you have him for 3

-the fish is your son™

-his name is ‘the fish™’


•stargazing and talking about a future together


•you both trust and love each other a lot

•you love peter a lot

-although you don’t say it often

-you show it though

- but he already knows it

Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Prompt: 

itsthecomet

Bill had a bad day and you make him feel better by cooking or goofing around or just talking and cuddling

Warning: None

Originally posted by x17xblackx

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

You hummed as you typed into your computer writing fanfic and reading others for inspiration. You weren’t surprised some of them were about your boyfriend Bill Skarsgård. He was really handsome and it was a wonder why out of all the woman he could’ve dated he picked out you.

He was a professional actor with a big family of highly well known and recognized actors. He would be a terrifying clown or a Upir or a spy, but at the end of the day he was the man who you loved to cuddle with on the couch and just overall enjoy each other’s companies. Speaking of the devil, your front door opened and your boyfriend came in looking terrible for once.

His gelled back hair was a bit messy like he kept constantly raking his fingers through it and attempted to fix it but only made things worse. You frowned noticing not only that but his mood was off and even his walk. You knew he must’ve had a rough day when he slumped down next to you on the couch.

That wasn’t your usual Bill. He would usually come home happy and excited to tell you about his day kissing your cheek and already babbling about this certain scene he did.

Only today it was clear he was having a bad day.

You already knew he woke up late and spilled his coffee on the counter just as he was leaving. He had texted you once saying his co-stars were being none-to-friendly either and the director was being hard on all of them. Being the good girlfriend you were you gently stroked his hair fixing a few out of place locks back. Bill sighed and just let you do that to help him relax.

“Tough day?” You asked softly.

“Yeah.” He mumbled.

You frowned and continued to stroke his hair and face softly. He moved to rest his head in your lap and you continued to gently pet him like a cat. You even hummed a song which in your opinion you were terrible at, let alone singing but Bill thought you had the voice of an angel. Eventually he was completely lax looking like he was dozing off.

You chucked and leaned down to kiss his head, “I’m trying to make you feel better not to make you fall asleep silly.”

He smiled and sighed, “Well when I have a beautiful girl doing it I can’t help myself.”

You playfully punched his shoulder making him smile. He lifted up his head and you leaned down knowing he wanted a kiss.

“I’m gonna go get a blanket and make some tea. Sounds good?” You asked.

“I kinda like this angle.” He teased making you roll his eyes.

Despite his words Bill sat up and watched as you went to the closet pulling out your “cuddle blanket”. It was really this gigantic fleece blanket you had found that was light pink with red hearts on it that was just about the size of a king sized duvet.

You threw it at Bill who caught it and watched as you went into the kitchen to make the tea. He loved your tea since it was unexplainably good since you got it from an old family recipe your grandmother had gotten from a friend.

Once that was done you poured them into mugs and went back to find Bill was looking through the comedy movies. You plopped down next to him, being careful not to spill the tea of course, and held a mug out for him.

He graciously accepted it as he continued to scroll through the movies until he found the perfect one. You pulled your legs up to sit Indian style and grabbed the blanket to pull half of it over your lap. You took a sip of yours and smiled at how you had added just the perfect amount of honey.

“You gotta teach me your recipe sometime cause every time I drink your tea it’s amazing.” Bill commented.

“Secret recipe can’t tell ya!” You winked teasingly.

He smiled teasingly pouting but didn’t say much after. You both continued to watch the movie occasionally laughing and at one point you had nearly fallen off of the couch from laughing so hard.

You played several movies until the sun came down and the stars came out. By then you and Bill were watching a romantic comedy. He was leaning against you pressing his head cheek to your head with an arm around your shoulders gently brushing his thumb on your arm. He just loved how soft and smooth and silky your skin was.

Another movie passed and you we laying down on the couch with him resting his head on your chest (cuz apparently men like to think boobs as pillows) well your hand continued to stroke his hair. You eventually got bored of the movie Bill had put on and gently poked him in the side making him instinctively jump.

“What was that for?” He asked.

“Just wanted to see if your still awake.” You lied.

“Yeah I’m awake.” He grumbled before laying  back down on your chest. 

A minute later you felt a finger poke your side and you playfully glared down at Bill you looked at you like he was innocent and clueless.

“What?” He asked truly sounding innocent from his years of acting.

You gave him another accusing glare before resting your head back down on his chest. Not even a minute later you squirmed when you felt something like wiggling fingers attack your sides.

You narrowed your eyes and glared at him well he continued to play innocent. Curse him and his acting career that allowed him to have such a good poker face.

“I know it’s you!” You glared.

“I don’t know what your talking about.” He replied.

You once again laid your head back down on his chest. A few minutes later you felt two hands this time grab your sides and tickle them making you squirm and squeak and squeal like a retarded worm.

“Bill stop!” You squealed in between laughter.

Curse him for knowing your tickle spots so well. 

He eventually did stop and you had laughing hiccups for a few seconds before finally being able to calm down. Bill had a shit eating grinning from ear to ear that grew wider when you pouted cutely even though you were trying to make it look like you were angry.

“So that’s how ya wanna play it huh?” You challenged. (cookie to anyone who gets this reference!!! Hint: Inolves a yellow children’s cartoon character!)

You attacked him this time wiggling and poking make him laugh but not squirm as hard as you did. When he was nearly crying out, “Uncle! Uncle!” You stopped and watched him chuckle for a minute.

After the aftershocks were gone he smiled and kissed you for a few seconds which you gladly accepted of course. He was an amazing kisser and his lips were so soft and kind of just pulled you in like a fish to a shiny lure. No wonder why so many fan girls gay pair him.

When he pulled away he still had a smile on his face as he laid his head back down on his chest listening to you steady and melodic heart beat and feeling his head rise and fall when your lungs expand and deflate. He gently ran his fingers through your hair loving how even on his worst days you always made him smile.

“You know I’m in the mood for tacos.” You said ruining the mood. 

Epilogue: Sorry it’s so short but it makes up for it with all the fluffy goodness of cuddling and watching movies and all that teeth rotting goodness. Since you are reading this another hint for the reference is that in the episode they are playing in the snow when ice bergs? Came in. Bonus points if you remember the episodes name! Oh and I’m seeing the IT movie today so no spoilers! Thanx for Reading! =3!

Teacher’s pet

Namjoon x reader

genre: professor!Namjoon, slight dom!namjoon, smut

word count: 6.1k

especially for @lonely-kitten-named-bambi and my other Boos out there


Your new literature professor, Kim Namjoon, decided to make you the teacher’s personal pet..

He was the smartest man you had the pleasure to meet throughout your entire life..but the sex was primal, exhilarating, feral..

Tall, lean, charming with two small holes digging in his flawless cheeks he stood there with his brown case waiting for your professor to finish the introduction. His hair was neatly parted, but you could see that the loose strands stood up in several directions which were tried to be tamed in a rush while his white shirt was stuffed into his black suit pants which were more than unsuited for a dusty, old classroom in the city’s biggest university.

His large hands ran through his hair in an attempt to comb the mess back. Dark pupils roamed through the room, looking for help with his looks..landing on you. Grinning from one end of your mouth to the other you shook your head in a slight denial, his expression asking how it was now after another attempt of stroking the strands back. Another shake, your hair falling into your face. The man in the front of your class softly smiled, his dimples shown a second time while shrugging his shoulders at you, giving up to tame his locks. His attention was lazily wandering back to your professor ending his speech with a wide gesture towards the man beside him.

“And this is how we hired such a young new colleague. This old uni needs new wind and with Mr. Kim it’s provided.”

Quiet chatter filled the room as the female students giggled, exchanging high pitched whispers after hearing that the man who looked way too out of place was the newly hired substitute for your sick literature and maths professor. Your friend nudged your side, wiggling her brows which made you laugh softly, your hand covering your mouth.

“He’s my type”, she whispered, licking her lips, gaze darting towards the young man standing next to the chubby, older professor. “And I know you also would smash.”

“You can bet that I want”, you responded, following her eyes down the rows, lingering on Mr. Kim’s handsome face, his plump lips pursed into a faint smile greeting the few students in front of him before his deep voice resonated from your classroom’s walls, confident and loud.

“Let me introduce myself. My name is Kim Namjoon, I’m currently the substitute teacher in literature and maths for you”, he let his dark orbs wander from one student to the next. “I appreciate punctuality and presence. If anyone of you has questions regarding the lessons don’t hesitate and meet me after class.” The words left his pink lips while meeting your eyes, the expression behind them darkening, inviting you to stay behind and ask about things he could teach you despite stuff for your studies. “We’re starting easy after we’re alone”, he motioned for the older, chubby teacher to leave, giving him a smile making the older one blush.

The two hours wouldn’t end, his presence filling the room, a born leader, a man who knew his way with words, charmingly explaining the dumbest of questions with a soft smile. Your eyes were drawn to the way he moved his arm up, his large hand swiftly flying over the written words lining the blackboard while looking over his shoulder, lips constantly pulled upwards. Not to mention his backside view..long, toned legs covered in dark suit pants, his ass perking up while concentrated gesturing over the board.

Unlucky enough you couldn’t follow what he told the class, your whole attention laying on his handsome face, brown eyes piercing yours now and then, scolding you silently to pay attention to class instead of his damn fine looking ass, but you didn’t. Obviously staring back, gnawing on one of your pencils was what you did, not caring how stupid you might look in his pretty eyes.

“Any questions?”, Kim Namjoon cocked one of his dark brows up, tilting his head to the side bluntly meeting your staring eyes even though the question was directed to all of his new students.

“Mr. Kim?”, one of the girls in the first row lifted her manicured hands, her blonde hair swiftly brushing over her shoulder. “As the class president you should be informed about the upcoming class trip to the woods in like a week. I wanted to ask you about it after class if that’s alright with you.” Her voice was as sweet as honey, slick and sickening in your ears wherefore you just scoffed, her glare telling you to better shut it before she snapped. Again.

Mr. Kim’s expression showed how shook he was from her announcement of a class trip he didn’t know of, but nodded with pursed lips. “And I anticipate that I as you substitute teacher have to come along, right?”

High pitched agrees followed his words, the girls around you standing up from their seats to collect around your new professor, eyes sparkling with excitement over the fact that he’ll be the one accompanying your class. Sighing you also stood up, their behaviour too much for you. Ah, no, you definitely found Kim Namjoon undoubtedly attractive, but you were also old enough to know that nothing would come out of it even with some heavy tries. Therefore you only shook your head, grinning at the dozen girls chattering cheerfully, drowning your professor in endless private questions.

“So you’re coming?”, “You should drink with us one night!”, “We’ll be on the same floor, right?”, “Are you married?”, “How are you so young and a prof?”…

Your friend, Lea, was mixing into the mass, waving you to move your ass and ask a few questions yourself, but you just denied, laughing a little as you leaned against the door frame, saying your farewells towards the young men escaping out of the room.

“Crazy bitches, aren’t they?”, a familiar voice, giggling and low shook you slightly, your head turning towards the boy with the orange hair, his view focused on the female students urging the young professor to spit some private details. “I can’t believe they’re that desperate”, Jimin laughed, his blue leather jackets pulling closer.

You nodded, following your friend’s dark orbs, seeing how your friend tried to catch Mr. Kim’s attention with yelling the loudest which cracked you up. “Freaks.”

Jimin smiled at you, his eyes crinkled while tilting his head. “You’re not, huh? I know that one time in high school after we-”

“Miss y/l/n, right? Please wait a little longer. I need to talk to you”, Kim Namjoon’s voice overturned the chatting girls, stopping you from turning around. Surprised you looked left and right, your finger pointing towards your chest. You? “I dismiss you ladies for now. Get home safely, we see each other tomorrow.”

Pouting protest resonated from the walls as one girl after the other slandered out of the room until Lea, Jimin, the bitch Hanna and Mr. Kim were the only persons present in the dusty classroom.

“I also would like to excuse you three as I have to speak with your classmate alone.”

Jimin scrunched his nose, giving Mr. Kim a strange look before shrugging his shoulders. “See you tomorrow, y/n.”

Nodding the other two girls walked out of the room looking back over their shoulders as the tall, handsome professor closed the door with a faint, annoyed smile on his plump lips.

Waiting for him to speak up blood rushed into your cheeks. You knew exactly why he wanted to talk to you alone. He had caught you staring without even bothering to narrow your gaze and listen to his explanation. Scratching your neck you bit down your lip, slightly regretting your bluntness although you were confident a moment ago, but his confidence and the intimate glare of his eyes made you squirm. The silence stretching out killing you slowly hence you looked up, the man in front of you leaned over the teacher’s desk, his hands supporting his tall figure.

“Anything to say?”, his voice was deep, nothing but a whisper while tilting his head, the friendly atmosphere surrounding him gone, replaced by something dark, sinful.

“N-No?”, it was more of an ask than a steady answer, the hair on your arms standing straight. “I mean..no.”

Shaking his messy thatch he sighed, his pink bottom lip pulled between his teeth. Then you noticed him slowly separating from his desk, slandering around it ere he stood in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest. His presence told you how dominant he was, how intelligent he was to lull you into anything. Feeling his eyes on you, you didn’t dare to look up, digging your own hole under his view.

“Too bad, Miss y/l/n”, he leaned down, his lips close to your ear, breathing in deeply. “If you need a lesson just tell me. You seemed not to pay enough attention in class today and it’s only my first day. That’s no good first impression..”, his voice trailed off, Mr. Kim’s breath hitting your face now as he turned his head right in your direction. “I want a report of today’s lesson by tomorrow. Meet me after class again.”

With that he turned away from you, his heat paralysing you. Gulping you tried to keep up with your professor, your throat dry as the desert wherefore you had to swallow more than once. What as going on? You were one of the top students in class and you had to write a fucking report? What the hell?

“Mr. K-Kim!”, you called out to him as he snatched his belongings, stuffing them into his brown case. “I don’t understand right n-”

“Are you dumb, Miss y/l/n? I told you to write a report of today’s lesson’s content. Don’t leave a thing out”, he straightened himself, his sharp words taking you aback with shock tracing your face. His long legs took him further to you, his face dangerously close as he leaned down a second time today. “More attention on class, Miss y/l/n. I caught you staring..”, his free hand shot up, delicate fingers flying over your cleavage, your body flinching at his cold touch. “So much confidence in your eyes before..Where is it now?”

Your mouth plopped open at his move, his words piercing through you like sharp, tiny needles. By the time his digits reached under your collar you weren’t able to answer, let alone smack his hand away..which you didn’t even want..


You couldn’t remember the last time you were afraid and nervous of your upcoming classes. Usually you enjoyed them more than other students, but not now as you knew who waited down the rows. Kim Namjoon, substitute professor in literature and maths. With fluttering heart you entered the dusty old room, the neatly dressed man in the front greeting your classmates with a bright smile that showed his dimples until his eyes lingered on you, darting down to your breasts with a knowing expression lacing his brown, dark eyes. Blood tinged your cheeks a rose hue as you remembered the day before, his fingers stroking a sinful path down between your covered breasts with the words of being a cute, shy mouse. Which you normally weren’t.

“Good morning, Miss y/l/n. The report?”, he asked you as you walked past him, the sheets weighing heavy in your bag at his words.

Nodding you rushed over to your seat next to Lea, who was intentionally early this morning. Who knows why, huh.. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned in your direction the moment you sat down, your jacket still on your shoulders. “Why didn’t you pick up yesterday? What did Mr. Kim want from you? He looked kind of..pissed at you.”

Exhaling a loud breath of frustration you slammed the report down on your desk, showing Lea that you were scolded after class. At this fact your friend’s eyes shot wide, her mouth agape.

“You?”

“Yeah, me. What a nerve this damn professor has”, you scoffed, laying your head on your folded hands. “I stayed up all night after my shift to write this shitty report.”

Getting a glance of sympathy Lea patted your back, rubbing circles to relax your stiff muscles which weren’t caused by the late night session after work, but by the man who watched you from down the rows, his plump lips turned upwards again, his eyes darkening while watching you.


“Here”, you put the sheets down his desk without giving him a single look. “Can I go?”

Mr. Kim stood up from his seat, circling the wooden table, taking in the words you had effortlessly written. “Found your courage again? Or do I’ve to lure you into being a good girl?”

“What?”

Namjoon sighed pinching his nose. “Listen, you don’t need to deny it”, one step closer. “I’ve seen you walk around for months on campus. One shy girl with the boys”, another step. “Oh, there’s one guy you were interested in, right? The one with the orange hair, Jimin”, he chuckled lowly, his legs taking him further towards you. “Unlucky you didn’t get him, or the other way around?”, Namjoon stood only a few centimetres from you, his expensive cologne intoxicating you from up close. You had difficulties looking into his face, his tall figure hovering right above you, eyes narrowed down to meet yours. “You think I just picked on some innocent, smart girl and let her do some shitty report?”

With every word falling from his plump lips he leaned into you, his body heat feeling on your own by now. His attractive face a couple of centimetres away from yours, breath hitching as he shifted his head, small dimples like holes in his cheeks as he smirked.

“Where’s the girl who bluntly stared at me? Watching me while gnawing on her pencil?”

You bit your lip not knowing what to say to his dirty words as he drove your senses crazy, kicking your rightful judgement overboard. “She’s..h-here.”

Namjoon chuckled again, his shirt rolled up revealing a costly watch, the brand one you’d never be able to afford. His skin shone honey like in the yellow light of the classroom, smooth and soft whereas his hands slowly traced over your bare arms. “Here? Where?”

Clearing your throat you tried to meet his gaze, but instead of looking into a pair of brown, pretty eyes you were confronted with plump, rose lips that invited you. They seemed soft, wet and oh so kissable you couldn’t force yourself to avert your eyes off of his mouth that pursed into a lopsided grin at your staring.

“She’s slowly coming out of her hideout, isn’t she?”, Mr. Kim’s voice was a whisper, getting darker the more he caught you staring at his prominent lips.

“What do you want?”, your voice was nothing more than a whiff, chewing on your lower lip while you tried to get yourself off of his smug smile to glance at the still open door. “It’s open..”

Confusion traced his pretty features before he turned around, seeing that the door was wide open, showing the students walking down the hall how close you two stood to each other. The light noise of his black shoes on the floor were heard ere the door was closed, the key turning in its lock wherefore your eyes shot wide. What was happening?

Namjoon then slandered back challenging you with crossed arms, forcing you to step back until your ass hit the desk, your escape plan vanishing into thin air.

“I read your latest essays”, he started, his hands enclosing around the edge of the desk in your back, his upper body leaning down slightly stopping in a close distance in front of your blushing face. “You’re one clever girl..and so pretty..”

“You’re saying this to your student? That’s forbidden..dirty”, you whispered biting down you lip again. He was too close to you to think straight, the words only spilling from your lips because your conscience faintly told you to at least try to get him off of your mind. Of course it wasn’t working as he was far too close to you.

Namjoon furrowed his brows, his smile never leaving his lips despite the perplexed expression washing over his face for a brief moment. “I’m not even thirty and your an adult as well. And I’m blunt with what I want. Right now it would be you, y/n.”

Your name coming from him for the first time got you the moment the first letter fell from his plump lips. Without warning you grabbed his collar, shoving your worries aside you swallowed the forming knot before you dared to meet his dark gaze.

“Why me? You don’t know me.”

A small chuckle you knew by now sounded through the room. “I don’t care. I don’t want a relationship right now. I’m young and the ladies love me”, he paused, one hand freeing from its position to cup your cheeks, his warmth transferring on yours, spreading out on your already heated, red face. “But I’m not interested in anyone who can’t reach my way of thinking..”

On the way down to meet your lips you closed your eyes to take in the upcoming sensation with all your senses. Softly, a feeling like a rose’s petal brushed over your parted lips, a touch rather fragile and careful you didn’t expect from a smart, confident and handsome man like Kim Namjoon. As fast as his mouth lay on yours he parted from you, the hand on your cheeks falling back down to grab the edge a second time.

“Tell me, y/n, is the clever girl with the pretty face finally crawling out of her hideout?”, Namjoon cocked his brows up, grinning at you with crinkling eyes. But you could see that his smile wasn’t honest, a deeper, craving emotion tracing his black oculars, waiting for your answer.

A cocky smile finally appeared on your face, tinging your shy self into the girl you usually represented, the girl he saw just yesterday at the beginning of the day’s lessons. “Don’t know why don’t we find out then?”

A huge, bright smile spread out on Namjoon’s tanned face, his light giggle causing a tightness inside your stomach. “She’s out.”

Not saying another word - as if another one was needed anyway - his mouth clashed on yours with a lot more force than before. Now it was your turn to let your hands roam around his chest, pulling him tight by the shirt to feel his lips pressing harshly on your own. Swallowing his breaths you entwined your tongue with his, suddenly being pulled by the hair so he had better access to your wet, pink cave, giving him a few breathless mewls as an answer.

“Turn around”, his voice sounded was deeper than ever, sparks of arousal lacing his dark vocals. “I won’t stop for you, baby. Last chance to run.”

No need to confirm his offer you obeyed, turning around to lay your hands on the surface of the wooden desk. Mr. Kim chuckled, the husky sound giving you ultimate goosebumps while watching him out of wide eyes over your shoulder. He stood there, arms crossed over his chest again and spreading his long legs, his hair was neatly combed today as he narrowed his gaze down your body with a grin on his face that let the dimples on his cheeks come alive.

“I like what I see, baby”, a low hum followed ere Namjoon’s hands landed on your sides, pulling you into his crotch in a harsh move, his bony fingers digging deep into your covered flesh. “What should I do with a girl like you, hm?”

Whimpering you perked up your ass that was dressed in a black, waisted rock, bending forward to show you professor a glint of your soft skin, the over-knee socks completing your signature school outfit. Whereas you did that you could hear Namjoon hiss, his growing bulge rubbing over your revealed skin, his hands now tracing to your shoulders, massaging them softly before his grip got solid, hardly pushing your body straight down the cold surface of the table. His hips never left your ass, circling them until he was fully erect ere Namjoon separated his core and hands from you.

“Stay like this”, he growled lowly while you witnessed a zipper being opened, the rustling of fabric pulled down. “Ah ah, baby, don’t look.”

His hands shot up, taking your hair in his fist to guide your head back down where your face met the cool material of his teacher’s desk. Protesting you arched your back, teasing him with what you were wearing underneath your girly skirt.

“Disobedient? Just as I thought you’d be”, a chuckle resonated from the walls accompanied by a kick separating your legs further. “Don’t like that though..”

If you wouldn’t know better you could say that you felt pure craving for the man you just met, and was your new professor. Your panties felt tight, clinging onto your already dripping folds wherefore you had to force yourself not to press your legs together again to feel anything on your aching bundle of nerves. But you refrained from it, excited what Mr. Kim had planned for you, his student.

“Why can’t I see you?”, you purred, your hands almost clenching around the edges of the brown desk.

Silence answered you before you witnessed warm fingers gradually stroking from your ankles up to your shaking thighs. They hit your skin lightly, caressing the spot afterwards. “I much rather see you, baby. You’re seeing me earlier than you wish.”

Biting your lower lip you nodded, waiting with your face now laying on the coldness, your cheek burning against it. Then you felt Namjoon’s fingers going further up, touching your covered folds with a loud hiss.

“Damn, baby, you’re so wet.”

Purring: “I bet you’re just as hard”, his digits slipped into the band of your panties to slide them down torturing slow.

“Hard?”, his deep, melodious voice reached your ear dangerously close, his warm breath hitting your face from above. “I would say it’s perfectly ready for your cute, little pussy, baby.”

Goosebumps. Your hair standing straight as his hands found their way over your now bare ass, trailing towards your slick folds to caress them with his bony fingers. Small, feminine mewls escaped you wherefore your professor pressed his index finger on your clit, making you squirm under his blunt touch.

Aching your back you tried to make him finally move his hand, but all you got was soft laughter next to your ear. “Needy?”

“Yes”, you immediately agreed, the right choice as his fingers circled around your entrance, coating them into your juices while sliding them to your nub to rub gently over it, covering it in your arousal to pleasure you even more. He was certainly experienced, his warm skin doing wonders with a few strokes that turned your mind blank. Shallow breath on your side filled the dusty classroom, panting heavily under his unbearable, blissful touch, turning the coin in your lower stomach almost..

“I think you’re doing great, baby, but what about me?”, Namjoon kissed your ear, taking your earlobe between his plump, wet lips to nibble on it as he waited for you to answer, his fingers slowing down to a torturing pace hence your hips twitched uncontrolled, wanting more of his previous doing.

“P-please make me come”, you whimpered at the sensation his pearly whites caused on your sensitive earlobe. “Please, Mr. Kim-”

A rather strong bite let you moan in pain, his digits now pressing heavily on your clit to make you come..right? But then they were gone, leaving you shaking on the warming surface of his desk.

“You should take care of your superior first, don’t you think? I mean, if you’re a good girl your getting a few extra points in the next test.”

Scoffing at his words you turned around, glaring at his smirking face that was slightly flushed, the typical holes showing on his cheeks. “As if I need extra credit.”

Despite your faked scorn you were dared to look down your professor’s body, the rolled up shirt clinging to his lean body while your eyes wandered down towards a way better view. His open suit pants, no boxers or other underwear underneath, his cock erect, pointing at you. His glance was inviting, leaving your sarcastic comment aside. “How about you go down on your pretty knees, baby?” Namjoon cocked one brow up, gesturing with his head for you to better obey and kneel in front of his dick to take the best of it. “If you’re doing as I say, you can come, how does that sound?”

“Even if you don’t let me, I can easily make myself come at home”, you grinned cheekily, blinking your eyelashes ere his hands grabbed your shoulders to push you into a kneeling position beneath him. It was a move that should show you who was in charge here and it was definitely not you.

Shaking your head in disbelief you chewed on your bottom lip, looking back up to meet your young professor’s darkening eyes which told you how ready he was, lust spilling over. With innocence you adjusted your skirt, brushing your hair out of your face ere you tilted your head, sticking your tongue out to give his leaking cock a slow, strong lick over the tip without leaving his brown eyes. A indentation formed between his eyes as his brows furrowed at your motion, taking it in with hungry eyes.

“Don’t tease, you dirty girl. You can’t fool me with your fluttering eyela- Fuck!”

No caring what he said about you, you grabbed his balls in one of your warm hands, letting them roll tenderly in it while taking his throbbing tip in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks at once to double the sensation chasing through his body. But that wasn’t all as your tongue latched over his tip inside your mouth, pushing his stretched skin up and down his length while deepening yourself onto his cock. His body tensed under your touch, your other hand holding him by his still dressed thigh to steady his position.

“Fuck, baby..you’re a naughty little student, aren’t you”, his breathy voice was raspy, eyes lingering on your lips, wet from your saliva and his pre cum flowing down over his cock, wetting your mouth. “Take me in all the way..yes just like this.”

You bobbed your head up before you took his aching, throbbing cock in your mouth completely, his tip hitting the back of your throat which made you gag a bit. Getting used to the feeling of his thick length you deepened down further until your nose met the shadow above his dick. A violent twitch beside his feral groan told you that you hit his sweet spot. Therefore you repeated this movement, his dick coated in your saliva wherefore slick sounds filled the air around you and making it easier to let yourself slide down his length.

Suddenly Mr. Kim’s large hand enclosed around your hair, pulling your head from his cock to greet you with a cocky, breathy chuckle. “Taking your professor’s cock well, my cute little student.”

Humming you licked over your parted lips, taking in some of the bitter but sweet taste left on them. To emphasize your naughtiness you moaned at the same time, your hands pulling him into your face to give his red, swollen tip extra kitten licks, the man’s eyes rolling to the back of his head. The still solid fist in your air loosened to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking over your skin in a rather soft manner. Enjoying his touch you felt encouraged to make his time worth it, taking in his dick one by one, your tongue pressing on his slid before it finally hit the back of your throat again, this time without having to gag. Namjoon’s hands stroked over your scalp, running through your open hair ere they made you stop, holding you into position for him to move on his own.

“I’ll take the lead now, baby”, his husky voice whispered into the empty room, echoing from the walls, too loud in your ears. “Stay still.”

And so you did, your hands digging into his flesh he started to move his hips, a smooth roll shoving his cock right in your hot mouth, your tongue the perfect bed for his twitching dick. Thanks to his lead you were able to touch yourself, the missing panties helping to feel your touch, the needed friction provided by your own fingers making you mewl. This simple sound sent vibration through Mr. Kim’s lower body, a dark growl coming out of his parted lips, hastily biting down his lower, plump rim to muffle the grunts trying to escape him. It was dangerous if he let the room fill with other lewd sounds except for the ones coming from between his legs, slick, slurping noises sounding like music in his ears. But that would be the only ones droning through the locked door onto the corridor, several students, teachers and parents walking hastily up and down the floor, making you both quite nervous even though none of you showed it to the other.

And of course you both knew how wrong it was to have this kind of physical contact between a student and a professor, but it felt too good to stop now, your fingers massaging your clit the way you need to be touched, making yourself moan heavier into his dick with every rub provided by your own fingers. Your desperation didn’t go unnoticed as Mr. Kim couldn’t focus on you giving him a damn got blow job, but on your bare heat, sparsely covered by your hand. It got you both going to the point where Namjoon panted, his thrust getting heavier, hitting your throat mercilessly. You saw his chest heaving heavier by the second, his release close ere he cramped, his legs tensing under your free hand feeling his muscles flexing.

“I’m close. Fuck..baby..”, breathy, dark, raspy moans stretched those few words into eternity, his brown, deep orbs piercing yours as he forced you with a silent glare to lock eyes with his before a salve of hot, creamy seeds spurted into you. Namjoon’s head fell forward, his black oculars never wavering while you collected his cum on your tongue, his dick pulled out by him to the half causing his release to land straight on your wet muscle. Growling and hissing Namjoon’s fingers entwined in your hair, his limbs tensing the more his cock twitched, trying to get the last few drops out. You on the other side played the role of his innocent student, never letting the teacher out of your wide eyes whereas your mouth filled with his cum, the bitter, salty taste spreading out on your tongue. After Mr. Kim guided his dick out between your lips with one shaking hand, he breathed out with a tremble, sweat flowing down his temples mixing with a few loose strands of his hair. His shirt that was from a bright white started to get transparent in front of his chest revealing his heavy pants and tanned skin you wanted to brush over with your lips..

“You’re such a perfect student, y/n”, a second after he let go of you he separated himself from you, leaning his tall body against the desk, wiping of some sweat from his forehead with a smug smirk plastered across his plump, pretty lips. “And not spilling one bit of my sticky cum, good little girl.”

Questioning his announcement you tilted your head as to why your panting professor returned your expression, his fingers tardily closing his belt over his suit pants.

“What? Swallowed your voice with my cum?”, he chuckled, crossing his arms after he finished with his silver belt, the expression on his face amused by your behaviour.

Instead of answering you crawled closer to your professor, your slick index finger tapping on your throat for three times, signalling him that you still had his semen on your red tongue, rolling it over it to tease Mr. Kim a bit more.

“You still have it? Fuck, y/n!”

Nodding you folded your hands in your lap, chin high to look right into his face, reading his reaction as you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to proudly present the white, sticky seeds. Namjoon swallowed hard, his emotions running over his face until they stopped in awe. Then you closed your mouth, tapping on your throat again before gulping down his cum in one go, as loud as possible, intentionally letting out a soft moan.

Smacking your lips you stood up, taking your panties to put them back on, feeling your attractive professor’s view on you. As much of a tease that you were you bend down, your ass perking up to adjust your over-knee socks, swinging your hips while doing so.

“I guess all my future works will get grade A?”, you chirped, the heat from what you just did rushing in your cheeks.

“You really think a simple blow job gives you straight A’s? Sorry, baby, but fuck me and your grades rise to the top”, he chuckled, his hands running through his hair. “50 percent, nothing more.”

Pulling your eyebrows up you crossed your arms this time, spreading your legs to steady your position as Mr. Kim casually stepped towards you, his hands cupping your face gently.

You met his eyes, chewing on your bottom lip to distract yourself from his charming smile. “Let’s make..it 60 percent”, you whispered, your orbs drawn to his plump lips again, magically pulled by strings to keep your gaze on his pink mouth that stretched over his teeth making him even more irresistible. “I mean, I didn’t even c-come.”

Nodding Mr. Kim leaned down to give you a passionate kiss. Warmth spreading in your body you leaned into him, moving your lips on his, taking in the other’s rhythm ere he parted from you to say something.

“You’re a smart girl, y/n. What do you think will be happening at 100 percent?”, his lips brushed yours with every word, eyes piercing yours for an emotion he could work with.

“You mean fucking?”

Mr. Kim laughed, his dimples too cute for what he suggested. “If you want to call it that then yeah, I mean fucking you for good grades.”

Closing your eyes you let the feeling of his pink lips flow through you before you made up your mind. “Not a chance, Mr. Kim. I’m a top student, no need to fuck you for my grades”, you paused, opening your eyes, your hands laying flat on his chest to push him away from you, his presence making you too nervous, clouding your rightful judgement that was needed in this situation. “I was horny and to be honest, I’d do this again if it means I’m in front of the class president bitch.”

Perplexed Namjoon took in what you just said. But it was true, at least slightly true. It was thrilling to sleep with your professor, a young one and as handsome as Kim Namjoon only the icing. Yes, it was wrong, but you really couldn’t care less as it was your last year under his watching eyes. So why not having some fun on your own? Nobody would catch you doing inappropriate things anyway.

“That’s it then?”, Mr. Kim tilted his head, asking you with his eyes what you really wanted, but met a wall of stone, your answer hidden from his smart, charming orbs.

Turning around you waved at your professor who leaned back on his desk again, his head tilted whereas watching your figure reaching the locked door that you wanted to open if his voice wouldn’t fill the air inviting, laced with amusement and hunger for a certain girl’s body.

“I hope you’re excited for the upcoming class trip, y/n”, another deep chuckle that sent shivers down your spine and you didn’t even dare to look back to see Mr. Kim smirking at you with his damn cute dimples, his brown eyes seductively telling you his ideas for the trip.

The Transfer

The Transfer (m)

Word count: 9.4k

Genre/Warnings: language, angst, smut, dirty talk

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Summary: You’re a sophomore in college who always runs away from relationships. That is until you meets Jung Hoseok, the South Korean transfer who shows you what a relationship can be. Although you know it’s wrong since he’s your best friends Jimin’s new roommate.

(Again this is my old story from my Wattpad (5sos version on there) but I wanted a Hoseok story and to finish this one.) Plus I was listening to Selena Gomez’s song, Bad Liar and yeah.

Parts: two


“Kook?” you yelled threw the apartment. You waited until he answered, “Yes Puddin’?” He yelled back.

“Do you need me to wash any clothes for you? I have a little more room in the washer!”

“Yes, one second!” You heard him shuffle in his room grabbing his hamper. He walked through the den and kitchen to the laundry room. “Thank you, Puddin’.”

“You know Jimin called me Puddin’ the other day,” you said taking his clothes out and sticking them into the washing machine.

“That’s my nickname for you!” He pouted, leaning against the door frame.

It was true, ever since sixth grade. You never wanted anyone to call you by your name for some reason. You thought it might have been some teen rebellion thing. So when you came to school one day with a Harley Quinn shirt on Jungkook took that as the chance to call you puddin’ and it just stuck. You two had been best friends since and now you were in college together. It was your sophomore year at the University and you loved it. Your parents had also found the two of you an apartment close to the school, so you could “stick together,” as your parents called it. They always thought you two would end up together but you two were too close for that. You loved Jungkook but you could never be in love with him.

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