#needs to stand on their tiptoes smh my head

[fitzs-space]

I remember this story, but I like this ending better.

Last comic of the year! bit of a softer ending then the comic I ended the year with last year.

But a thank you to all the people who have been interacting with all my art this year, I care for all of yall so much

And of course, a transcript is below

Jimmy: Hey G man, Jimmy: really reminds you of old times now don't it, Jimmy: G? Grian: yea, sometimes. watcher I’ve been trying not to think to hard about it if I’m honest pal Jimmy: It was fun, being on a server like this with you again, but, I got to head through soon, you’d better not go an disappear on us Grian! Grian: wouldn't dream of it Tim

[serowotonin]

LiPS𝐓1CK St4𝐈NS ! (💋)

❝ having lipstick and giving him a kiss and he doesn't realize he has it on his face until his teammates are all like 0-0 ❞ — @/luna-in-luv

++ fem!reader x oikawa, kuroo

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| note. djslsdf it took so long to edit this post T-T,,,,, when ur indecisive af and can’t decide on a post format :D anyways just wanna say reblogs are greatly appreciated and i hope u guys like this<3

( ➷ ); ― OiK4WA

another day of school, another day of.. well, another day of boredom

you had to admit though, school had become a lot more fun since you and oikawa got together;)

altho you were in different classes, you’d still pass each other in hallways and see each other during breaks

and ofc every interaction, no matter how small, definitely made your day brighter

the smaller interactions consisted mainly of random head pats as he walks pass by, or a smirk and a wink whenever you two make eye contact 

when there weren’t as many people around,,, maybe a hug or a kiss if either of you felt like it

and very rarely.. 

a makeout session in an empty classroom or staircase

its rare but it does happen

and it was happening… right now

school ended about half an hour ago and everyone either left or went to do their club activities 

which was what oikawa should probably be doing too,, but today he just “felt like going in a little later”

and so there you two were, in the dark corner of an abandoned classroom grasping at the other as if you haven’t seen them in years

idk how to describe a steamy makeout sesh okkk

anyways,, after about 6 ignored calls from iwaizumi tho.. you two figured it was probably time for him to go to practice

you two straightened yourselves out; cleared the ruffles from your uniforms, tidied your hair, etc.

oikawa texted iwa that he was on his way while you touched up your makeup

“you gonna walk me to practice?”

“of course,” you smiled. “altho i have my own club activities today too so i can’t stay and watch :( ”

“dont worry babe,,, just walking me there is enough” he replied with a grin

then he slung an arm over your shoulder and the two of you walked out of the classroom as if nothing happened

as you neared the entrance of the gym, you slowed to a stop and tugged at oikawa’s shirt

he turned and you leaned to give him a kiss on the cheek

“good luck with practice” you said before giving him a small wave and walking off

did you see the dark mark your lipstick left on his cheek?

yes.

were you going to say anything about it?

well,,,, you already turned to walk away and oikawa was already entering the gym

so no.

anyways,, as oikawa entered the gym, the first thing he saw was his beloved iwa-chan

looking not very happy

oikawa waved sheepishly as he turned his head to the side to look at where everyone else was

this for some reason made iwaizumi look even more not happy

makki and mattsun then walked over and snickered upon seeing oikawa

“ah was y/n here? why didn’t you invite her to watch hmm?~” makki teased

“she’s got club activities too you know..”

smh

they probably realize oikawa doesnt know bout the kiss mark

the three of them were just staring at oikawa like (￢_￢;)

and oikawa's just standing there like (◕‿◕)?

“can we go practice now..?” 

iwa: (￣︿￣) “wipe that stupid mark off your cheek”

huh? mark? he was pretty sure he wiped off any evidence from ahem what was happening earlier…

at this point some of the younger members started staring at them

and oikawa spotted them out of the corner of his eye and could practically feel the awkwardness in their gazes

he put a hand on the cheek everyone was staring at and removed it to see the same color that painted your lips

oh...

a slow smile spread on his lips at the realization of what you did

he laughed to himself

‘she’s gonna be the death of me..’

and with that he wiped off the remnants of your lipstick and hurried over to start practice

later tho, he asks you to kiss him again wearing that lipstick

and you do

and he snaps a selfie,,, which is now his phone wallpaper ;3

( ❣︎ ); ― KUR0O

today, you’re boyfriend, the one and only Kuroo Tetsurou, had a volleyball match

and ofc being the amazing, supportive gf you were, you were present in the stands, cheering him on

you didn’t get to meet or even talk to him before the match started, save for a few quick texts 

so when he came on to the court for warm up and spotted you in the crowd,,,

he gave a cheeky wink and wave

you could practically feel the confidence roll off him in waves but you knew, deep down, he was the tiniest bit nervous too

afterall, the opponents weren’t a weak team by any standard

they were strong and known for their relentless attacks

which were put to display almost immediately after the game started

nekoma held on though, and managed to put in a few attacks of their own to level the game

you could see the hard work behind each of the members’ skills, having witnessed a lot of it yourself

it was most clear in kuroo tho

and as he jumped to block another spike, you were on the edge of your seat

the boys just needed one more point… which came when kuroo shut down the last spike

you and the rest of the people in the stands around you erupted into cheers

and as they were leaving the court, you ran to steal kuroo away for a more personal cheer

the two of you walked the halls of the stadium talking abt the game

you were gushing about this block and that and he was smiling at your gushing cuz damn was his y/n cute 

N E WAYSSS,,, he received a text from kenma saying that they were all waiting for him at the bus

“i should go.. don’t wanna keep them waiting long”

“yeah.. you should”

before he could move tho, you tiptoed and placed a big fat kiss on his cheek

you swear you saw a blush on those cheeks as you backed down

he grinned and gave you a kiss of his own on your forehead before saying bye and running off

as he did, you realized you forgot to mention the lip-shaped mark on his cheek 

oops… its too late now ┐(︶▽︶)┌

anyway,, kuroo arrives all smiles to where the team are waiting 

and make no mistake they all CLEARLY see evidence of ur “little” kiss from back there

they just kinda,,,, don’t say anything at first?

kenma rolled his eyes and went back to doing whatever on his phone

yaku glared at it out of spite or some similar emotion

the others just choose to ignore mainly cuz they assume kuroo already knows and chose to keep it there

to them its just kuroo being a cheesy mf who was rubbing the non-single life in their faces or smth

ofc he has no idea tho

which just makes it all the more better when lev says

“y/n has nice lipstick”

and kuroo’s just like wtf ?? whatcha goin on bout my gf’s lipstick hUH

and he says that.. or something similar at least

and lev just points to his cheek like

“duhh i can see it right there”

he grabs his phone, opens the front facing camera, and is met with the outline of your lips on his cheek

and thats when he obviously started blushing

but then he just kind of smirked once he realized you knew about the mark

when yaku sees the smirk he went “OMFG JUST WIPE IT OFF ALREADY !! WE GET IT !! YOU ARENT SINGLE YOU GET KISSES STFU”

not like that but practically exactly what he was trying to say anyway

tbh kuroo’s a little reluctant to rub it off cuz idk,, he likes it ?? 

but he does anyway cuz they were still in public and there were teachers who were gonna come soon and all the other reasons

once hes comfortably seated in the bus tho, with a clean cheek, he sends u several texts

‘ saw that gift you left on my cheek… ’

‘ wouldn’t mind if u gave me more tmr afterschool ;) ’

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[masonscig]

kiss it better

pairing | mason x sofía

word count | 3.6k

warnings | mentions of broken bones and blood. nose setting scene but not in gory detail. smut. minors dni

author’s note | i literally could not shut up with this one smh. anyways this is for day 6 of hot in wayhaven – worship. 

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“Have you broken your nose before?”

She asks out of the blue, running a gentle stripe down the bridge of his nose with the pad of her finger.

He scoffs. “The better question is, how many times?”

She blinks, shaking her bangs out of her face. “I guess I hadn’t considered that.”

“Yeah it’s somethin’ you get used to after a while.”

“It can’t get easier, though,” she murmurs, reaching up to pull a strand out of his eyes. She holds her hand there, fingertips grazing the hair above his ear.

“What?”

“Breaking bones, I mean. It’s still painful, right? Even if it’s a little sting?”

“Yeah, the nose is nothin’. Just a pinch and it goes away as soon as it sets. Ribs on the other hand…” he trails off, grimacing. “Not fun.”

“You’re pretty brave to be running headfirst into missions knowing you’ll probably hurt yourself every time,” she smiles, tucking the same piece of hair behind his ear.

He rolls his eyes, unable to hold back a smile of his own. “Why’re you trying to flatter me all of the sudden?”

She laughs, crossing her hands over his bare chest, balancing her chin on her knuckles, her hazel-eyed gaze mischievous and warm.

“I thought maybe you’d let me practice resetting your nose.”

He cocks a brow at her. “You thought wrong.”

She leans forward over her hands, just enough that she has room to press a kiss on his bare chest.

“I could go another round, you know…” she trails off, easing her thigh between his legs, rubbing just enough that he groans and tightens his arms around her.

“You’d wanna fuck me anyways,” he teases, sliding her back up till they’re nose to nose.

She peppers a few kisses down the bridge of his nose, hovering when she reaches his lips.

“I think you’re underestimating my self control,” she whispers, grazing his lips with her own. 

He runs his palms down the swell of her ass to the top of her thighs, gripping the skin there. She sighs, but clamps her mouth shut. She pulls back, a soft giggle already bubbling off her tongue. “Nope.” 

“Do you hate my nose that much, sweetheart?” He chuckles.

“Oh, no, I love your nose,” she says, kissing it again. “I was just thinking that I learned how to reset a nose back in undergrad and I wanted to try it out again.”

“You know how to do that?”

“I think so,” she muses, shaking her bangs out of her face again. “A kid in my bio class sophomore year learned how to reset his own nose because he’d broken it a couple of times playing soccer. He showed us how on a CPR dummy once during class and I practiced a couple of times.”

“So you want me to be your dummy?”

“You’re already my dummy,” she flashes a smile, laughing when he grunts in faux annoyance at her. “If you don’t want me to, that’s okay. I like your crooked nose.”

She nuzzles his jaw with her nose, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

“Ugh,” he grunts once, and taps her ass. “Okay, get on with it. I don’t have all fucking night. I’ve got things to do.”

Sofía’s head pops back up, her messy bun springing with the sudden movement. “Wait, really?”

He shrugs. “I trust you.”

Grinning, she kisses him deeply, just as sweet as the first time she kissed him like this. He doesn’t normally think about past missions that much, but now he has reason to.

Yeah, he was in the hospital bed after fighting off Trappers, but he’d gotten a kiss that’d stuck with him more than any of his wildest sexcapades.

“Sit up, please,” she says, always polite, despite the fact that she knows he likes it when she’s rude.

He hasn’t had her fiery side aimed at him in a long time, and he’s not sure if he misses it (or if this version of her is his favorite).

Scooting so his back is against the armrest of the couch, he keeps his grip tight around her waist. She shifts, straddling him, her eyes fluttering at the brush of his cock against her.

“If you distract me, I’ll do it wrong,” she breathes, squeezing her thick thighs around him.

“Practice makes perfect,” he says, curling his hips ever so slowly, feeling himself slot between her –

“No. I wanna do this right,” she says, her brows furrowed in determination. “I’ll be right back.”

She hops off of him, stark naked, and tiptoes across the cabin to the kitchen. He’d never get sick of the sight of her.

He watches as she grabs an old rag from the drawer, a box of tissues, and a plastic bag, filling it with ice.

She bounds back towards the couch, her face bright.

“Sit with your back against the cushions, please,” she says, before tugging the blanket over his bare lap, straddling him again.

“Oh, so I don’t get the privilege of skin to skin contact? ‘S’kinda cruel of you,” he smirks.

“Ah, stop it. You get enough skin to skin contact with me,” she laughs, before combing her hands through his hair, gathering the top layer into one hand.

Yanking the hair tie out of her bun, she shakes it out, pausing to resituate her hair for a second before she’s onto the next thing.

She gently twists the elastic around his hair. “Is this alright?”

He’s watching her face, which is screwed up in determination to get it right the first try. “Mhmm.”

No one’s ever taken care of him the way she does. He’s always been averse to the idea of being babied (both in and out of bed), but maybe it’s because he hadn’t met a person who balanced the task of challenging him and caring for him the way Sofía did.

And now that he has that balance, he couldn’t really imagine his existence without it.

Deep down, he’s always craved this, he thinks, but figured that he was itching that scratch with physical gratification. No one told him how good sex is when the other person actually cares about you. Nate probably tried, but he wasn’t listening.

She brushes his hair off of his shoulders, runs her palms down his shoulders and chest. “You always look so handsome with your hair back.”

Compliments without ulterior motives didn’t come easy to him. For the longest time, when a person complimented him on his looks, he’d assume that was the ice breaker before tumbling into bed with them.

He’s gotten used to Sofía’s mindless affirmations, and he kind of… liked them.

It wasn’t hard for him to fall into the pattern of telling her what he liked about her. It was truly so damn easy to praise her.

While he muses, she tucks the old rag underneath his chin, splaying it out across his chest as far as it’ll go.

“What’s this for?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know if you’ll bleed or not.”

He chuckles. “Can’t remember the last time I had a nosebleed.”

“I still wanna keep you clean, dummy,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Hold out your hand, please.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She plops the box of tissues in his hand, then the bag of ice on top of that.

“Okay, I’m not so sure if I’m strong enough to re-break your nose, Mason.”

Her hands are forming a triangle, her thumbs pressed together. She places her nearly cupped hands around his nose, massaging the bridge of it with a gentle touch.

“I think this might be for freshly broken noses –”

He cups his hand around hers and snaps his nose, just enough that it curves to the left.

“– Mason!” She jolts in surprise, and he raises a brow at her.

“You’ve got about ten seconds before it resets, sweetheart. Hop to it.”

He thinks she’s gonna bicker with him, but instead she springs into action, tightening her fingers around the bridge of his nose, squeezing lightly and pulling downwards towards the tip of his nose.

When he winces, she mouths a quick “sorry” and resets her hands, tugging down over and over, the sting nearly gone by the third round.

“It’s healed.”

She drags her hands till she’s cupping his jaw with both palms, inspecting his nose thoroughly.

“Oh shit, it’s actually straightened out,” she murmurs, her pretty, pretty face an inch away from his own. “Not bad for a rusty bio student, huh?”

“You did a great job, Sofía.”

At the mention of her name, she meets his eye.

He doesn’t use her name that often. When he does, it’s a reward for the both of them – she notices, and he gets to savor the taste of her gorgeous name on his lips.

“You haven’t even seen it yet,” she smiles, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Don’t need to,” he shrugs.

She snatches a tissue and delicately dabs away at his cupid’s bow. “Just a little bit of blood,” she murmurs. “You’re okay.”

When she says it, he actually believes her.

“Keep that away from me,” he gestures to the bag of ice balanced on top of the box of tissues.

“Fine,” she agrees, snatching the bag from his hand, before tearing it open and tossing a small ice cube in her mouth, crunching away.

“It’s just frozen water. I don’t get it.”

“It’s water that you can eat. What is there to get?” She laughs between chews, attempting to stand up.

He tosses the tissue box to the ground and flings the rag across the room with lightning speed, snaking his arms around her waist before she can react.

The bag of ice topples out of her hand and onto the wood floor, cubes littering the ground around them.

“Agh, really? You know I’m gonna have to clean that up, right?”

“Don’t care. I told you I’ve got things to do,” he smirks, turning up the charm as high as he can. She’s nearly immune to it at this point, but not completely.

“Okay, okay,” she laughs as he trails kisses up her collarbone and nips at her neck.

He stands with her still wrapped in his arms and flips them around. She’s sitting on the armrest of the couch and he’s on his knees in front of her, the thin blanket they’d been using abandoned on the floor with the ice.

“What… Mason…” she’s panting his name and he hasn’t even touched her yet.

“I wanna take care of you, now,” he mumbles against the skin of her inner thigh.

She hums as he kisses higher, each press of his lips to her skin eliciting a crescendo of soft whines.

When he makes it to the crease of her hip, she’s trembling in anticipation already. He wasn’t a fan of denial until her.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he’s whispering, more to himself than anyone else.

“Thank you,” she responds, peering down on him with gratitude before his tongue even touches her.

“You don’t have to thank me every time I compliment you. Stop being so damn polite all the time,” he says, running his palms up and down her thighs.

When he made it back to her knees, he pushed them open wider, wider, till she was spread for him, wanting and waiting.

“It’s a reflex, I think,” she huffs, her stomach stuttering as he suckles against the skin of her inner thigh, face close enough to devour her.

“There’s no one to impress here, sweetheart,” he smirks, kissing and nipping at her flesh again. “I’m the last person you have to be nice to.”

He’s so focused on lavishing every inch of her inner thighs with attention that he doesn’t realize she’s staring at him, only catching on once she reaches down to brush a stray hair away from his face.

“Well, you’ve earned it,” she says, no hint of humor in her tone, just raw sincerity. “I’m nice because you mean a lot to me.”

He’s not used to this level of candor in any relationship he’s ever had. It’s not that he hates it or anything he’s just… not sure how to respond. He’s still learning.

“I dunno, I kind of miss when you’d argue with me. It was kinda hot,” he laughs breathily. Just as she’s about to give a bratty retort, he drags the rough pad of his thumb as slowly as he can from bottom to top.

She sucks the words back in and exhales a soft whine instead, her head lolling to the side when he circles his thumb on her clit.

“You… liked it when I stood up for myself?” She snorts, her laugh devolving into another moan. “I thought it was pretty unbecoming.”

“You know I don’t give a shit about what’s appropriate. All that matters is if we’ll ‘be coming’ or not,” he chuckles to himself at his joke, and she’s even giggling.

“Oh my god, you’re so corny,” she sighs, trying to concentrate on the conversation while he’s graduating to a finger (knuckle deep) inside of her. “Maybe I miss yelling at you just a little bit.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you bossed me around a little bit,” he smiles against her skin, pumping his finger slowly, curling it the deeper he gets.

“Like what?” She pants, grabbing onto the back of the couch for support.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you and don’t be nice about it.”

He’s watching her face, waiting for her reaction, and he’s excited. She’s always known what she’s wanted, but she’s too considerate.

He’d already made up his mind that tonight’s about her and her only. He’d gotten his fill earlier, and he could care less if he did again.

Mason wants nothing more than to make her come until she’s putty in his hands.

He knows he’s not good with words, so this is the way he’ll show her just how much he cares.

She’s screwed her eyes shut, focusing on the movement of his finger, so he encourages her again.

“What do you want, baby?”

She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth before releasing it. “Eat my pussy like you mean it.”

He grins, her no bullshit tone sending shockwaves down his spine straight to his cock. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

His lips are around her clit as soon as the words are out of her mouth. He licks slow, soft stripes until her hips are grinding faster than his tongue.

He’s testing her – teasing her.

“I said like you mean it,” she pants, and he feels her palm pressing against the back of his head, his mouth and nose nearly submerged.

His tongue’s moving faster now, focusing every flick against her clit. She’s huffing a few soft “don’t stop”s and “right there”s so he knows he’s doing it just like she likes.

Her thighs clench around his face when she finally comes, and she digs her fingers into the back of his head. It stings, but it eggs him on.

“Oh my god – Mason – I’m –” She’s sensitive and barely able to get a grip on the English language, so he takes advantage of that.

He hooks his arms around her thighs and rises – she falls back onto the couch and he’s dragging her hips back until her pussy’s in the air, her lower back balanced against the arm of the couch.

She’s fully at his mercy in this position, and they both know it.

She’s flushed and her chest is heaving, her half lidded gaze watching as he bends down and hooks her legs over his shoulders, delving back into eating her once again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” her voice raises an octave and she’s already tightening her legs around him.

They both know there’s another orgasm on the horizon and she’s barreling towards it, and he’s guiding there albeit roughly (just like she likes it).

He’s added two fingers this time, pumping in and out while he’s alternating soft and rough flicks of his tongue.

“Don’t you – dare fucking stop –” she demands between pants, grinding her hips against his face and mouth.

She shakes this time, just a soft tremble of her thighs, but he notices the soft tremors, already grinning to himself. He loves how much practice he gets in perfecting his formula – he’d gotten real good at making her come over the years and he was damn proud of himself for it.

She was the prettiest woman on the planet when she came, and he’d do anything to witness it over and over and over.

“Goddamn,” she groans, throwing an arm over her eyes.

“What, you don’t want another round?” He asks, still bent between her thighs.

“I don’t know if I can handle it,” she says through a breathy laugh.

“You can make it to three,” he murmurs, kissing her tender clit again, revelling in the way her hips bucked when he did so.

In a flash, he’s laid on the couch and she’s on her knees above his face, bracing her palms on the arm of the couch.

“Shit, Mason, why’d you move that fast –”

“Doesn’t matter, sweetheart. You up for another one?”

She sits back, ass on his chest, looking down at him. He can’t resist leaning up to grab the swell of her ass.

He thinks she’s going to say some sweet anecdote about the first time they fucked or something very Sofía, but instead, she’s not breaking character.

“I’m gonna ride your face till I’m spent,” she says, peering down at him, cheeks pink, bangs clinging to her forehead.

“Yes, ma’am,” he winks, before giving her cheek a soft push upright, and then he’s nothing but a means to get off, and he’s savoring every second of it.

She’s grinding against his open mouth, her chest heaving, her expression slack jawed.

The mix of groans and heavy breathing are echoing off of the walls. They’re both slick with sweat, their skin sticking and sliding against each others’ with each buck of her hips.

When her movements get erratic, he hooks his arms around her thighs and takes lead.

With each firm stripe of his tongue, she’s struggling to stay upright. She doesn’t manage to stay up, instead falling forward, bracing her forearms against the soft leather couch.

“Shit, keep going – just like that –” her words are unintelligible at this point, just a chorus of whines.

Her hips arch and stutter against his mouth and she goes limp, lungs heaving with effort.

He slides out from underneath her, gathering her in his arms while she catches her breath.

“What’re you doing?” she asks, voice hoarse, curling into his chest.

“Taking you to bed, whaddaya think?”

Her half lidded eyes widen and she shakes her head. “I can’t handle another one right now – let me rest up first, please –”

“– I mean to sleep,” he chuckles, kicking her door in, shuffling in sideways. “You’ve got tomorrow off so we’ve got plenty of time.”

“Oh, thank god.”

He slides her onto the bed and she lays back, making no move to get under the covers. The apartment’s in a perfect spot – the moonlight always manages to sneak into her room and dimly light it.

It’s streaking through the window, across the bed, her torso, her cheek, hitting the sliver of gray hair in her bangs. She looks ethereal, practically glowing on top of her dark comforter.

He knows he’s staring, and she’ll catch on soon, so he cracks a joke to play it off.

“So much for the self control you speak of.”

“Hey!” She laughs, chunking a pillow at him.

He catches it with ease, tossing it right back, it smacking her on the leg. “What? I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to say it.”

“You just hate when I’m right.”

“No, I just hate when I can’t resist you,” she rolls her eyes, patting the bed next to her.

He hops onto the bed, jiggling the both of them. “Sounds like a you problem.”

“Shut up,” she laughs, smacking his chest with her palm, cuddling up to his side.

Before he can tilt her chin up to kiss her, she’s already pressing her lips to his, the taste of her lingering on his mouth.

“Thank you,” she whispers when he pulls away.

“What’d I say about being polite?” He says, voice low, holding himself back from leaning in to kiss her again.

“Old habits die hard, I guess,” she smiles against his mouth. “You would know.”

His eyes flicker up to the crumpled pack of cigarettes on her nightstand (the ones that hadn’t moved from that very spot for months).

Needs turned into wants and wants turned into waning cravings which turned into the most futile efforts to match whatever the fuck Sofía does for him.

He’s still figuring out how to navigate this existence of his with her in it, but he knows he wants it to be like this for as long as she’ll let him stay.

And yeah, Mason’s awful with words, but as long as he can show her, he knows it’ll be alright.

[jayhsstuff]

Date Night

Tw: NSFW, spanking, choking?, no use of condoms(wrap it up kids smh), public fingering(f), slightly angry Deku, Dom Deku, sub you, foul language, female pronouns, and female bodyparts and pet names. This is a long story btw Word count: 2903

Okay to the story :)

"Dekuu where are youu" you sang through the loft looking for your adorable boyfriend, "You have to find me Y/n, I'm never coming out" he replied from the bedroom. You smile to yourself knowing where he is hiding "Oh really not even to see me naked?" you joked then laugh when you got the reaction you wanted from Izuku, the green-haired boy stuck his head out from the bed with a face flushed with a red tint. "Heyy that's cheating beautiful" Deku pouted while getting up, your heartstrings pull a little "Your right I'm sorry love," you say then stand on your tiptoes give him a peck which he returned pulling you closer and deepening the kiss "Izu not right now its time for lunch" you blush pulling back just enough to speak. He dips his head in the crook of your neck giving it a chaste kiss before putting his hand in yours leading you to the kitchen "Let's get cooking then" he says putting on that heart-warming smile of his, you nod eagerly and start taking out pots and pans for lunch. "What are we making today baby?" he asks while putting on an apron, you scroll through Pinterest then show him the recipe you found (It's your choice of recipe). He hums in delight "That looks so good, what do we do first? Deku asks looking over your shoulder.

~ Time skip :) ~

"Omg that was so good" Deku exclaims patting his stomach, "I know right we should cook that more often" you chuckle sitting on the couch. As soon as you sat down your phone rang picking up the phone your eyes widen "Omg Ocha I totally forgot we were going to the mall today" you say into the phone, You hear her laugh on the other end " Girl it's okay I was just calling to tell you I'd be late but it seems you are late too" she laughs again. You sigh then laugh "Let me get ready now then I'll meet there in 20 minutes." you tell her getting up from the couch and walk into your room, "Okay see you then Y/n bye". "Am I allowed to come?" asks Deku standing in the doorway watching you undress "No Midoriya it's just us girls" you playfully scold at him, "But why I wanna come" he whines dramatically falling onto the bed you two share. You shake your head sitting in his lap to give him a hug "We can go out together tonight I promise" you say kissing his cheek, "Really?" he asks lifting his head up to look into your eyes. "Yes really baby," you say before giving him another kiss but on his lips instead, Deku sits up never breaking the kiss and traps you with his muscular arms. "mm...Deku I can't...right now" you say in between kisses. Deku huffs and reluctantly pulled away pushing you lightly to get you off of him "I'm going to go watch tv" he says leaving the room, you put on a new outfit then put on some light makeup, perfume and grab your purse before heading out of the room you check to make sure you have everything you need. You walk to the kitchen and grab a water from the fridge then head to the living room to give Izuku a quick kiss, "I'll be back make sure you're dressed for dinner I'll text you when I'm on my way okay?" you ask him receiving a nod from him and noticed that he was fisting the pillow in his lap. "Are you mad at me Deku?" you ask with a pout he looks up at you then sighs, "No I'm not, just go hang out with your friend." he says relaxing his hand. You give him another kiss but longer than the last and head out the penthouse, when you get to the car you text Ocha that you heading to the mall then start the car and drive off not realizing you are with Deku with a painfully hard dick. You get to the mall 5 minutes before Ocha so you decide to shop a little in Victoria's Secret, you were choosing between two bras when Ocha came "I think the light blue one is better" she said looking over your shoulder smiling. You nodded in agreement before hugging her "I missed you how have you been Uraraka?" you ask, moving to the underwear section getting 3 more pairs "I've been good I missed you too how have you been?" she responds also grabbing some stuff. "I've been good, Izuku has been close to fucking me 2 times today" you laugh, Urarake laughs "I was late because Tenya wanted a quickie before I left". You both laugh again "I'm glad it's not only my boyfriend was super horny today" you say grabbing some perfume on the way to registers. After you two were done shopping in 3 stores you suggested getting a pretzel so you guys went to the pretzel place, "I can't stay for too long Izuku and I are going out for dinner today" you say looking at what time it is. "Oh that sounds nice do you want to go now?" Ocha asks, you shake your head "2 more stores then we can go" you say getting up to throw your trash away. Ocha does the same and hooks her arm in yours "Okay off we go" she says with a bright smile.

~another time skip :p~

After shopping at 2 more stores you and Ocha say your goodbyes then head to your cars, you text Midoriya to tell him that you're on your way then hop in the car to go home. when the doors open you're greeted by a deep kiss and an extremely handsome Deku "Wow Izu you look so good in a suit" you bite your lip pulling him closer for another long kiss, before you two could get carried away you push in slightly so he could back up earning a deep groan from him "Sorry baby I have to get dressed" you give him an apologetic smile. You go into the bedroom opening the closet to put on your favorite cocktail dress, matching earrings and a necklace with some black heels, you exit the closet to sit at your vanity to fix up your make up then you grab a smaller purse than the one you had before (I forgot what they're called lol). "Deku come here I want to take a picture of us for my Instagram" you call out when he walked in you giggled at his reaction "W-wow Y/n you look so sexy" he stuttered blushing so much it reached his ears. "Thank you now stand here" you point to the spot you were standing, in front of the mirror then you stand in front of Deku, he figured out what you were trying to do so he wrapped one arm around you then put his head into the crook of your neck and you turn your upper body to the side with one leg on his hip to take the picture. You post the picture on the way to the car letting Izuku open the door for you thanking him with a kiss on the cheek "You're welcome" he blushed again, he walks over to the drivers' side gets in, and starts the car. During the ride, he puts a hand on your thigh and squeezes it making you close your legs on his hand "Izukuu don't do that" you whine, he chuckled a little "Why not?" he asks moving his hand up to your bundle of nerves. "B-because you need to p-pay attention to the r-road," you stutter moving his hand and pull your dress down, "Oh good we're here now" you smirked and stuck your tongue out at him while exiting the car. you walk to the entrance with Deku behind you and ask for a table for 2 then get lead to a secluded booth, "This is a good area" says Deku sliding into the booth and crosses his arms on the table. You slide next to Deku nuzzling his neck "How was your day baby" you ask him peppering kisses along his jaw, he blushes from your affection "It was good how was yours" he strains to say as the hand that was stroking his chest traveled to his pants. "Mmm it was good I missed you though," you say as your hand undoes his belt buckle "It seems like you missed me too" you tease grabbing his cock. He bucks into your fist whining deep in his throat "If you keep teasing me your punishment will get worse" he growls in your ear, you pull your hand out of his pants just as the female waiter comes "Hi I'm Stacey and I'm going to your waiter today" she says eyeing Deku and starts pushing out her chest more. "Let me start you off with drinks, what would you like?" Stacey asks not even acknowledging you. "We'll have a bottle of wine," you tell her with a fake slime plastered on your face, she finally looks at you begrudgingly "And we already know what we want right baby?" you look up at him. He looks down at you then looks at her then smiles "Yeah I'll have whatever you're having sweetheart" he says kissing you right in front of the waiter earning a huff of disappointment from her, you break the kiss to smile and tell Stacey that you'll be having the roasted red pepper rigatoni with a side of green beans. (you guys should try that pasta it's heavenly) When she leaves Deku slides a finger in you pumping it slowly you moan grabbing his arm "Izu what are you doing", he chuckles darkly in your ear "I'm punishing you for teasing me all damn day" he says sliding in another finger "Zuku I'm sorry" you whine as his hand speeds up. You gasp as he pulls his fingers so just his fingertips are still in then plunges them but in "Please Deku" you shudder in pleasure, he hums and pinches one of your nipples through your dress "Dekuu" you whine. "No bra? Such a naughty girl" he says as pulls his

hands away when the waiter comes back with the food and wine, "Here you go enjoy your meal" she says then walks away Deku wipes his hand with the table cloth then starts eating. "This is delicious" he muttered taking another bite, you pout then take your fork getting some string beans "Wow this is delicious" you ponder. You both eat half of your plates "Can we get 2 to-go boxes please?" you hear Midoriya ask the waiter you look up at Izuku questioningly, "Did you think I forgot about your punishment" he asks raising an eyebrow. You shake your head then you put both of the plates of food in separate boxes, Midoriya pays for the food then holds your hand walking you out of the restaurant. He helps you into the car then gets in and drives off with one hand on your knee, you look out the window silently the whole drive "Are you okay Y/n?" asks Deku rubbing your thigh. You smile "Yeah I'm okay" you lie hoping he believed you, Deku looks over at you before pulling into the parking garage. He gives the key to the basket then walks into the elevator with you and presses the button to go to the loft, when the doors open Deku picks you up kissing you in all the places his lips could reach on your neck. Midoriya throw you onto the bed and takes a good look at you, your eyes were wide your legs open just enough to see a little bit of your favorite thong and the mess that you were making in them. "Look at you I haven't even touched you yet but you're making such a big mess for me" he smirks getting on his knees, you feel him blow cool air on your clit before him pushes the thong to the side and sucks your clit into his mouth. You dig your fingers into Izukus lush hair and try not to squeeze his face too hard in between your thighs as he eats you like he's a starved man, you moan as he slides two fingers into your aching core "Aww look at you do you want daddy to make you cum baby?" he asks with fake smile. You frantically nod your head too in the moment to realize that he rolled his eyes, "Well that's too bad you need to wait" he says pulling out his fingers with an evil glint in his eyes. "Please Izu I'm sorry I teased you all day wanna cum for you please" you whined looking up at him, "Aww puppy I wish I could but I can't," he says as he gets up pulling you up with him. He switched you two around then leans down to your ear "Take your clothes off for me love" Deku whispers, you push him onto the bed and turn around "Okay daddy" you say seductively as you start slowly unzipping the dress until it pools at your feet. You then reach to take off your bra but he pulls you across his lap "So you still want to tease me right? Okay I guess you have to be punished a little" he growls ripping your thong and bra off your body, "You better count each slap too" he darkly chuckled rubbing your ass before delivering 5 to each cheek. "I'm sorry Izuku" you sniffle after he's done then get on your knees in front of him, he looks down at you with empathy for a second then smiles "It's okay but you have to make it put to be puppy" he challenges you. You return the smile before hooking your fingers around his pants and boxers pulling them down, his cock springs out and Deku sucks in breath as you grip onto his angry cock leaking with pre cum. You lick the pre cum off before you try to take all of him into your mouth almost reach the bottom before you started to gag, before you could come up for sure Midoriya grabs the back of your head forcing you further onto him "Come on baby you can take it you're doing so well sucking on me like that" he groans with pink tint on his cheeks. You hollow your mouth and start sucking fast after he lets your head go letting you take control, you slow down and start licking the slit of his tip inside your mouth earning high pitched moans from Deku who's face is turning redder. "Fuck if y-you keep d-doing that I m-might..." he try's to say but gets cut off by you speeding up again this time with your hand twisting around the length of it, as he lets out more moans frequently you can tell he's getting closer you try to

go to his tip again but he stops you figuring out you were going to do it again. "No puppy I wanna cum inside you wanna fill you up so you can give me more puppies" he breathes out pulling you up on the bed then gets on top of you, you tug at his shirt so he can take it off and he grants your wish undoing each button slowly revealing your favorite view. Midoriya leans down he kisses you sloppy before reaching between your body's rubbing his dick against your clit "Zuku please I need you" you whine raking your nails down his back and wrap your legs around him, thats all he needed to hear before he slams into your cunt you scream in pleasure as he starts at a brutal pace making you see stars. Sometimes you would feel like you're in heaven but his warm body reminds you that you are on Earth getting the best dick ever, "Fuck baby clench around me like that again" he moans and brings a hand in between you two again to rub your bud. Your grip on his biceps tightened as he starts ramming into you harder but slower when you keep clenching on him, "So close daddy so close need to cum" you cry out in his shoulder biting down as he pinches the bud. "Me too puppy cum with me" Midoriya moans when you clench one last time before you two ride out your orgasms together, Izuku pulls out then gets up to get a towel and water for you. "Was I too rough puppy" he asks concerned as he cleans you up and hands you the water bottle, you laugh "No Zuku you did wonderful" you respond pulling into the bed for cuddles. He wraps an arm around your torso and put his head into your neck giving its small kisses "If teasing you ends like this I should do it all the time" you joked, he bites your neck "If you do it again at least warn me first" he lightly chuckled giving you one last kiss before you guys drifted to a deep peaceful sleep.

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I just want us to be safe – Chapter 3 (Andy Barber x Daughter!Reader)

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Summary: After seeing the tribute post from Jacob, you were shocked to read the comments. Apparently, your little brother had been bullied by a lot of people. Their words were cruel. Why had he never told any of you? Was he hiding something? He was…

Words: 2,815

Warnings: language (duh), bullying, doubting, social media, Andy being one tired ass man (give him a hug already)

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Arriving back home, all you wanted to do was go to your room & take a nap. Today had been exhausting. Dad & you had stopped by McDonalds, your guilty pleasure, but after this stressful day, you two needed some fast food. Laurie was already awaiting you. You greeted her & she asked if there was anything new. You had to disappoint her but assured her you would keep on working on it. Laurie told you to stop helping your dad with this case. She knew you loved this job but this case hit too close to home & she said it was not the best idea. Being the stubborn human being that you were, you simply said that you were doing just fine. That was partly true. Nothing would change your mind, you had to get this done, wanted to get this done.

Jacob was back in his room again. Dad, Laurie & you decided to knock on his door, wanting to talk to him. Not because of your assumptions but because you all wanted to be there for him. When he called you inside, he was a bit surprised that there were all three of you seated on his bed. Dad began with telling him that every single one of you was there for him & if he needed something, he should start opening up to you guys. Jacob nodded, not saying too much. Dad & Laurie left his room first. You wanted to make sure to talk to him alone, too.

“You know, Jay…If there’s anything, & I mean literally anything, you can come to me, yeah? I don’t know, maybe you’re not too comfortable to talk with them but I’m your sis. I care for you, do you hear me?” you were not this serious often but you needed him to understand that he had your full support. In that moment, you had forgotten about your previous train of thought.

“I know. Thank you, (Y/N).” he smiled at you. Not a full smile but you were getting there.

“Anytime.” & after that, you exited his room, closed his door & stood there for a second. Right now, it felt crazy to you that you genuinely thought Jacob was hiding something. Your mind was a bit out of place before but you could see clear again. You loved your little brother. He did not deserve to go through this.

Being back in the kitchen, dad continued working on the case. He repeated the talks he had had with the teenagers earlier that day. Nothing made sense.

“Still working on it, huh?” you smirked, trying to lighten the mood. Laurie was watching television, not really paying attention to what was on though.

“It’s just…it doesn’t make sense. Ben was liked by a lot of kids. He never had troubles in school, so why?” your dad was getting frustrated. Usually he knew solving a case could take way longer but the fact that it had happened in your hometown made everything worse. He wanted to find & arrest this piece of shit.

“Maybe we should sleep a night over it. Let’s try again tomorrow, with clear heads.” you reasoned.

“Just a few more minutes, then I’m heading to bed.” He said to which you went over to him & hugged him from behind. He gave you a kiss on the cheek & wished you a good night.

“Laurie? You coming?” you directed this question at her. She had already been looking at you since she had been listening to the conversation you had held with your dad. Something about calling her Laurie felt off. Did you want to say “mom”? That was weird. You had never had the desire to do so but it seemed like the last days had changed you quite a bit. Anyway, Laurie nodded at you, said good night to Andy & went with you upstairs. In the hallway you hugged her & told her to sleep well, her doing the same. After that, both of you went separate ways to your rooms.

Ridding yourself of your clothes, taking off your makeup, you decided to take a hot shower. Thus helping you with your thought process. You needed to get this off your mind, for the sake of your sleep. You stepped out of the shower, took a towel & wrapped it around your body. You took an oversized shirt, one of your dad’s you had stolen from him a while ago, & pulled it over. You usually slept in a shirt only, it was more comfortable that way. Not wanting to blow dry your hair, you just let it be as it was. You had bigger problems than blow drying your hair, for god’s sake. Deciding you still were not tired enough, you laid on top of your bed, taking your phone & started scrolling through your social media accounts. You were not active on any app at all, just checking in from time to time. Snapchat was first. Did anyone use this nowadays? All you did on that app was watching your friends’ stories. It was not like anyone sent you a private snap or something. After being done with that, you went over to Twitter. You mostly used this app to see your classmates posting shit they definitely would regret in the future. It was funny, really. Entertainment at its finest. You were glad that you were a “silent watcher”. That way nobody knew too much about you & you wanted to keep it like that. Last but not least: Instagram. That was your favorite app. You had a private account, of course, only letting people you knew in real life follow you. Your brother was the exact opposite. He had a public account, shared a lot about him, his hobbies, about his life in general. Not even once did you judge him for it. It was his life, he was allowed to share what he wanted to. Speaking of your brother’s account, you saw that he had posted a tribute to Ben a couple hours ago. Immediately, you liked it, thinking how cute it was of him to remember him that way. Honestly, you never checked Instagram comments. Most of the time they were filled with bullshit but this post was dedicated to a now dead classmate. Opening the comment section, you were shocked by the responses.

“We all know you did it. We know you own a knife.”

“Embarrassing…Acting like you were best friends smh.”

“Kill yourself, murderer.”

Tears started forming in your eyes. These comments scared you. Your brother had a knife? His classmates accused him of stabbing another 14-year-old? Not wanting to believe a single word, you checked out Jacob’s other posts, the comments to be exact. Your brother had been bullied for such a long time. How the hell did neither of you notice? Why had he never said anything? You were always so open in your family. Dad & Laurie always said that you could come to them if something was bothering you. While you were someone who expressed her feelings, Jacob used to keep to himself. You did think, though, that he would say something about such a topic. Kids were cruel, especially at that age. You had to confront him. Right now.

11:43 pm, fuck. Jacob was most likely asleep by now. See, that was why you hated social media. It was a distraction & suddenly you spent hours scrolling through your phone, pitying & judging people’s lives. Or you started growing jealous. Whatever, it was not a safe place. Back to the topic: Jacob was asleep, so was Laurie. Dad? He said he would go to bed hours ago. You knew him better, of course. Not wanting to wake anyone up, you silently opened your door, made sure your light was switched off & tiptoed downstairs. Thank god you did not have old stairs that creaked. From the steps, you could already see a small light from the living room area. So he was working still. Your dad, everyone, dedication at its finest.

“So you did lie about going to sleep.” you whispered & yet your dad jumped slightly, not expecting anyone in the room with him. When he looked over at you, he saw your arms crossed, a smile playing at the corners of your mouth. He then noticed your shirt, well, technically his shirt.

“Is that my shirt?” damn was he tired. He looked like he definitely needed some rest. Last night was short & he needed sleep to function the next day.

“It WAS your shirt. Borrowed it a while ago.” with borrowing you meant that you had no intention on returning it. You could not help it, your dad’s clothes were simply more comfortable & that were facts.

“Borrowed, sure…Anyway, what’s up, angel? Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?” he wiped his hands over his face, trying to get rid of the tiredness he felt.

“Y’know, I could ask you the same question BUT I’m not going to, you’re welcome.” you saw your dad rolling his eyes at you. Suddenly, you were being more serious. You did not walk downstairs for no reason.

“I was on Instagram & then I saw that & I just…take a look yourself.” you handed him your phone, the comment section of Jacob’s post open. All you did was looking at his face, waiting for his reaction. His expression changed. You could see the fear in his eyes.

“These were publicly posted, yeah?” to which you only nodded. “This one’s from Derek. I thought they were friends?” your eyes grew wider at his statement.

“Wait, wait, wait…THE Derek who was over a few days ago? You’re kidding, right?” you looked at your screen again, seeing that, indeed, it was Derek. What the fuck? What friend would write something like that under a post?

“What knife?” your dad asked into the room that had grown painfully silent. By now, you took a seat beside him, not feeling well enough to stand anymore.

“This has gotta be a joke. Why would Jay have a knife? And why would he take it with him?” actually, you wanted to put your earlier worries into words but could not find the right way to do so. You were not accusing your little brother of murder, nope. But given the circumstances…If one person stated shit like that, okay, brush it off, but his comment section was filled with people telling him they knew what he did. There was no way that he had not seen his comments yet. Even a blind man could see that something was wrong. That was cyber bullying & it was illegal. You just hoped he did not have a problem in school. Hating online is bad enough, having to deal with this in real life is even worse.

“I guess that means you were right?” your dad took a look at you, you being surprised. Right with what? You had not told him that you doubted Jacob or did you? No, you were certain.

“With talking to Jake again, I mean.” you let out a breath you did not know you were holding. Of course, the whole “Let’s talk to him” thing.

“Tomorrow morning? I mean…it’s not like I’ll be able to sleep.” you tried to keep your funny attitude but after hearing this…You were not in the mood for trying to fake something.

“At least try, okay?” your dad begged you, letting his face fall into his hands. He was scared, obviously, his son was being accused of a murder. Every parent would react the same way.

“You too, yeah? You need sleep, dad, I’m not joking.”

“Will do, angel. Thanks for showing me immediately.” He got up, gave your hair a light kiss & walked over to the stairs. Then he looked back at you, waiting for you to follow him which you did. He came with you to your room & watched you getting into bed. He sent you a tired smile before he slowly closed your door. Great, another sleepless night. College would be hell on earth tomorrow.

What you did not know was that your dad did not go to his & Laurie’s bedroom right away. He wanted to prove Jacob’s Instagram comments wrong. He wanted to look for a possible knife & since Jacob always slept like a rock, it was easy for him to search through his room. He started at his closet, went over to his writing desk, happy that he did not find a knife at all. His last idea was Jacob’s nightstand. There, he had to be even more silent, the possibility of waking him growing bigger & bigger. Andy was good at being silent though. He opened the drawer, surprised to find a white fabric in there. It looked like something was wrapped inside. No, this could not be. His biggest fear just became true. His son had a knife, not a normal kitchen knife, a KNIFE in his bedside table. The comments were true. At that point Andy knew he would not get any sleep tonight so he did not even try. He simply went back to work, not really paying attention. His thoughts were consumed by his son & his hidden knife.

The next morning approached & this time, your alarm did not wake you. You hade been wide awake for some time now. You got ready & went downstairs, not expecting anyone to be up this early. What surprised you was that not only your dad, also Laurie were already at the kitchen counter. Their heads snapped up as soon as they heard footsteps. When they saw it was just you, their faces softened a bit.

“Good morning?” it was more of a question, really. “Okay, what’s going on?”

“I found this in Jake’s room.” he pointed towards the counter. On top of it was a knife. The realization hit & your eyes shifted between them & back to the knife.

“No…This doesn’t mean anything, right?” of course it meant something & you were smart enough to figure this out too. Never, not even once in your life, did you want to be as wrong as right now. Before anyone could speak up again, Jacob stood a few feet away from us, looking at us with a puzzled look.

“Um, what is this?” Jacob slightly chuckled, not yet knowing what was about to happen.

“Why do you have a knife in your room? And why do your classmates know about this?” usually, your dad never yelled but today was not usual. Laurie sent a look towards Andy, telling him not to scream.

“I- I can explain, I swear.” he stuttered. Was this a hint? Was he planning a lie?

“Well, good luck with that.” you said emotionlessly. Everyone turned around to look at you. You were not someone who liked fighting or provocatively talking to someone but you where not in your right state of mind either.

“I- I bought it a while ago & wanted to show it to a few of my friends. It’s nothing, really, just cool.” he explained. So that was how teenagers defined ”cool”. Interesting.

“And the comments? I mean who even writes stuff like that?” your dad was growing frustrated.

“They’re kids, they don’t mean what they say.” & with that you shot him a glare, knowing damn well that kids do mean that.

“Uh-huh.” was all your dad managed to say. Jacob went over to the counter, ready to grab his knife again.

“What do you think you’re doing?” did he really think dad would let him have this knife again? He should know better than this.

“Taking my knife back?” oh man, he really pushed this.

“No! You’re not getting that back, forget it!” dad’s voice grew louder to which Jacob said he had to go to school. Laurie went over to him, hugged him & told him she loved him. Without saying anything, Jacob ran out of the door, visibly pissed.

“You shouldn’t have yelled.” Laurie told dad & he knew she was right. There was just so much that was going on in his head. The more time went by, the scarier this case got. Every person would see the clues. He was a suspect & you all knew that. What the hell were you supposed to do? You were a family, of course you would not accuse him. Your thoughts were running wild. It felt like you did not know your brother at all. Was he really able to kill someone? Out of anger, maybe? Anger because they had been bullying him? You were not sure anymore. You wanted this to be a dream, a nightmare, but you could not wake up. Little did you know that this was only the beginning of something way bigger…

~to be continued~

Published (08/05/2020) by Cathy

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VidCon London 2020

I wrote up some rambly thoughts on Vidcon, my trip, and Phil day!

I arrived in London the night before the others, last Thursday (a week ago?? WOT), so went straight to my friend’s place in London – we went to a pub near his for pizza, and while I was there I saw Dan’s cute tweet. After a few wines, it made me super emotional as you can imagine. I love him. <3

We had some more drinks once we got back, which made the next morning … well.

Friday – Day 1

YUP, HANGOVER. But luckily not a ‘can’t function’ hangover, so once I’d packed up I made my way over to the Airbnb (it was fuckin WIMDY) to leave the luggage (too early to check in). The previous occupants were a group of Lads who’d left the place in a state, so it was still being cleaned. HONESTLY BOYS SMH)

Then I headed to the complex’s on-site café (ooh errr) and spent some time trying to figure out what to write in the card I wanted to give to Phil. My roomies @yikesola, @ahappydnp and @calvinahobbes arrived a little later and we checked into the flat, and basically hung out and chatted until it was time to head to registration. Which was a good decision as the line was super small on Friday night. Gotta say, the feeling of seeing Phil so big and so central on all the banners and posters for the con made me feel so proud of him. As other people have mentioned, there was some – curiosity, I guess? Worry? – about whether it would be weird seeing him there doing his first event like this on his own in a *very* long time, but somehow it wasn’t, at any point.  

We spotted Martyn checking in further down the hall, which was probably the first moment it all started to Feel Real. We (slightly awkwardly at first in my case lol) met a bunch of online folks in the registration area, and tagged along for a cable car ride over the river (did I mention it was WIMDY) to the O2 arena for dinner. When we all sat down to eat I realised I was sitting opposite two friends from IDB! \o/ We headed back after the meal to hang out and PREPARE for what was about to come.

Saturday - Day 2 - PHIL DAY

We started off by going for breakfast – naturally pancakes – and then headed across to the con. The first event of the day was the comedy panel that Phil was on, so we went across to the panel room early and ended up sitting through the panel before that one, ‘Out and Online’, which was probably – Phil notwithstanding – the better of the two I saw.

During that first panel – and really all morning up to that point – I’d started to feel increasingly nervous. I’d never met Dan or Phil before, and the fact it was happening imminently was suddenly hitting me. Not to mention it was very hot in the panel room that day, and – yeah. By the time the LGBT+ panel finished, I was just like the *screaming internally* meme.

The only other time I’d seen D&P in person with my own eyes was at Interactive Introverts – non-VIP, and I was quite far from the stage, so I couldn’t see them well, y’know? So when the panellists walked in for the comedy panel, I turned around and saw Phil properly in person for the first time. And… wow. I’m sure I hardly need to tell anyone on this forum how attractive he is, but I was just blown away by how beautiful he is in person. He just seems to, like, glow. 

And I was absolutely in love with his jacket, which I thought was new at first (it took me a while to place it was the one from the II promo photos). He just looked wonderful, and I went full Heart Eyes Motherfucker as he took his seat with the others. And once I’d actually seen him, somehow I felt less anxious and stressed. 

The panel was okay – I wasn’t familiar with the other attendees and I’m not sure theirs is the sort of content I’d necessarily watch – lots of prank vids and the like, but they def had some fans in the room. But it was obvious the majority of the attendees were there for Phil, and I noticed him looking around the room at all the people there for him throughout, making eye contact with lots of people. I’m sure he made brief eye contact a couple of times, which made me go !!!!! It was obvious the panelists were at quite different stages of their careers, which was a little dissonant sometimes, but also quite sweet – Phil was very encouraging to the younger, more inexperienced members of the panel, which was very lovely. Lucky them to have such a kind senpai.

After that we only had a quick break (mainly to down water after being boiled to death in the panel room) before it was time to get in line for Phil’s meet and greet. The wait for him to arrive was weirdly fast but also interminably long, and I spent most of it panicking about what I was going to say to Actual Phil Lester in a matter of minutes. 

But soon enough he arrived, shook hands with the photographer, did a lil hop to wave to everyone in the crowd who was waving at him, and then off we went.

I wasn’t sure what to expect – I’ve had pics before with celebs at conventions, and every con is different in how they handle photos. Some really rush you through, but this one was pretty good, I thought – you had plenty of time to say whatever you wanted to say, or give gifts – I thought we were supposed to leave them in a box somewhere, but no, we were to give them directly to Phil, who had a little table to put them on. Obviously I wanted to give him a hug, too, but would I be too awkward to ask for one once I actually got up there, I wondered?

But as it turned out I needn’t have worried; I could watch people meeting him from where we were in the line, and from the very first person, he opened his arms for a big hug from everyone who went up to meet him. Watching people running into his arms was making me really emotional – he just has such a great connection with his people. You could tell he was happy to be there and liked meeting us all. He took so many cute photos with people. We noticed he had a Sharpie and was signing things, which we hadn’t been told about beforehand, so I hadn’t brought anything special - ended up getting him to sign my con badge as a souvenir.

There were 3 of us, and @yikesola took one for the team and volunteered to go first. I watched how much fun they were having, how easily they chatted and hugged and posed for their cute photo and thought to myself, please don’t be a total buffoon when you go up there…

Soon enough it was my turn. Walking up for these things is always nervewracking and awkward – except this time, once it was time, Phil turned around, looked at me, smiled and opened his arms and I knew it would be okay.

I walked over and hugged him, and he probably had to bend down quite a lot, lol. I reached up over his shoulder to hug him, which meant being on tiptoes, of course; as many people have said in the past, he didn’t let go until you did. He was so gentle. <3 I maybe hugged him for a little longer than I might usually with someone I didn’t know because of it; he just has such comforting and welcoming vibes. And no, before anyone asks, I didn’t notice what he smelled like – we were talking about it after and I don’t think any of us did. I don’t in general unless someone’s wearing reasonably strong perfume/cologne, I don’t think, unless I’m hugging them for a really long time. ANYWAY.

The now-famous jacket (which looked so good!!) was soft AF. I handed over my lil gift – he spotted the chocolate and was pretty happy about that.

I then had a little time to talk to him but, like, how do you condense into a few seconds what someone means to you, how much they’ve helped you or how much you appreciate them? So I ended up going with one of the main reasons I came to love Phil so much as a creator – someone around my age still making such fun content. I don’t mean it like, ‘wow, at your age!!’ lol, which I’m not sure he would have appreciated, more like – when you get to a certain age, people often expect you to leave certain interests and behaviours aside (we see it all the time with these ‘ew people over 30 in fandom?? Gross’ posts), and Phil is still being himself and doing what he wants and not letting that affect him, and I just think that’s really great and it’s meant a lot to me. So we talked about that a bit. He said you should be able to be creative at any age. <3 Talking to him wasn’t like I expected – I don’t know what I expected, really, but I thought he might have more of a – nervous energy, maybe? Or just a bit more – y’know, ‘AmazingPhil’? But no, he was chill and confident and had this ease about him that was so comforting in person. I know he’s an introvert and probably holed up on the couch for a week after meeting all those people (hard same), but he really is so good at talking to people and making them feel at ease; everyone looked so happy walking away from him.

About halfway through the convo I had to work really hard to keep my brain on track and not just descend into babbling nonsense because he was looking me in the eye and listening attentively and bruh!!! That is … a hell of a thing! Not only is he so beautiful, but he really listens, and cares about what you’re saying, and is actually interested and not just going ‘uh huh, uh huh …’ like other celebs can do. His expression and demeanour was so friendly and open and welcoming, and honestly I just felt like I could talk to him for hours.

We then posed for the official photo they took, and hugged for it – when I’ve had other photo ops in the past where I’m standing close to the person I’ve been prone to nervous giggling, but this time I felt really relaxed and happy.

And that was it! I reluctantly said goodbye and headed off and was so flustered I a) forgot my little card to collect my photo, the guy had to chase after me, though it looked like everyone was doing that because they were on cloud 9, and b) picked up someone else’s sequin Dan bag from the bag pile. (Which I immediately noticed because I had a keychain and pin on mine, but I mean they *are* identical.) We went to get food and download our photos and watch all the videos we took. Even though I now had pics, I still almost couldn’t believe it was actually real.

And, wow. We were just floating for the rest of the day. It was such a wonderful, positive experience and I’m so glad it worked out that I was able to meet Phil. I didn’t think I could love him more but after that day I definitely did. Obviously, because it’s me, I spent a lot of time thinking about what I said to him and how I said it and was it the right thing and did I say it right and lejslkdjkjfkdhks, but at the end of the day he was lovely, I said more or less what I wanted to say (of course there’s more I’d have wanted to say, but there’s never enough time), and it went wonderfully well. So I really shouldn’t worry too much.

We paid a quick visit to the AP shop booth in the Expo Hall – they didn’t have a ton of stuff but they had all the t-shirts (I think it was just all the t-shirts, corgi jumper, corgi keychains, glitch hoodie), so I bought the yellow Try New Things shirt from Sarah. (And got a free pixel Phil sticker; they really want to get rid of those huh)

The only other Phil-event for the day was his appearance at the Night of Awesome that evening, so we went along for that. Apparently the theme of the evening was ‘collaboration’, so most of the performers didn’t appear by themselves aside from a couple of music acts. But it quickly descended into madness – most of the performances were some sort of challenge which involved the loser getting a pie to the face or gunged – i.e. perfect Saturday night entertainment if you’re ten. So maybe it was more aimed at kids, I thought, until one of the music acts started swearing up a STORM and a load of horrified parents started dragging their kids out while I almost died trying not to laugh. There was a lot of TikTok stuff, but the animators challenge was pretty good and a couple of the music acts were great.

You probably read about the guy who crashed the performance to make an offensive anti-trans joke and then got chased out by security … when I figured out who it was later I wasn’t surprised, he’s done stupider shit in the past, but Vidcon didn’t react very well to it right away. Throughout the event I generally thought security and staff were very good, but they really dropped the ball on this. The music act gamely carried on though, as did a number of other acts after them, and *just* as everyone had pretty much lost the will to live, Phil randomly appeared on stage with Kian and JC (…no, me neither) along with a science Youtuber. Yay! I thought his bit was really cute; kind of random but that made sense when he explained the original plan had gone awry shortly before the show started. He was *so* into it and I thought it was so sweet how, again, he kept looking for his people in the crowd. He was so confident on stage and even when the stuff he was being asked to do was so random and weird he just owned it, went for it and made it funny. Thomas Sanders came on after science!Phil to do a very wholesome set which kind of saved the evening, lol.

And that was the end of Phil day! Naturally we had to order Domino’s in the evening after our emotional and intense day (and to recover from whatever tf most of that concert was). I feel like I’ve become some sort of addict, and now the rest of my existence will be sad and grey until I can hug Phil again (which might well be never). I have peaked. I also remembered what I like so much about (good) conventions; being with your people and feeling so free to express yourself and what you love - between the phannies and the fanders there were so many pride flags, and so many people walking around wearing merch. (Also it was the first con I’d ever been to where there were no cosplayers! Which is unsurprising given it’s youtube fandom, but still – new experience.)

Sunday - Day 3

Sunday we slept in after staying up until like 3am chatting (whoops), so I missed jacksepticeye’s panel but I did get to the Buzzfeed Unsolved/Watcher one, which was really funny. I wish I’d gotten to meet the boys but what can you do. I also went to the Expo Hall and met PJ (who was very nice, and friendly!! But had exactly that nervous energy I was talking about earlier, which I’m more accustomed to when I meet celebs at cons; Phil really is something special), and bought a few enamel pins, because ENAMEL PINS.

And then … the worst bit of any con, people started to leave. :( My 3 roomies left first, which was the worst bit of the weekend. I ended up tagging along with some twitter friends to get coffee, and we ended up sitting around for like 3 hours outside the cloakroom because no one wanted to leave.

We found out about Dan’s half marathon during this time, and I know people have this view of phannies like we’re all obsessive, invasive weirdos who just want to find out things for – I dunno, clout? But honestly everyone there was so proud of him and just like the whole weekend, it was great to be with people who understood. Like, I can hardly tell a co-worker that a youtuber I follow ran a marathon, they’d be like - okay, and…? So it was nice to sit there and sort of – celebrate it, in our own lil way.

We all parted ways on the train - I went back to my friend’s and watched Phil’s liveshow there, which was really a perfect way to end the weekend. I’m glad it sounded like he had such a nice time at Vidcon. Someone tweeted about him seeing all the people who had come to see just him and how excited they were to see him, and that warmed my heart. And hopefully his too.

The next day I returned to the Excel to have pizza lunch with the last two friends who were still in town, which really helped with the post-con blues, and then it really was it. Since then I’ve been hanging out at my friend’s flat and taking a couple of trips out to various shops or whatever, but I’ve mostly been tired and lazy and catching up on sleep a bit.

As I mentioned, I’m now a filthy addict. I will be … keeping an eye on future vidcons/events, for sure. >_> And I might be back in London in April, maybe. >_> many thoughts head full

[s-ultry]

please me - a tom holland fanfic

CHAPTER FIVE

A/N: so i decided that i’d move my fanfic from wattpad to tumblr! just to give me a bit of a boost to continue it, i hope you guys enjoy!

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter six

SUMMARY: when the billionaire meets the microbiologist.

sugardaddy!tom

Previously on Please Me

"No one can glance at you, without going through me. You are mine, do you understand."

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(warning: topics about attempt rape, mental abuse, and tease extreme! i should really stop warning yall about this smh)

Belle couldn't stop thinking about the encounter she had the day before, the way his wickedness made her fall in terror hoping to never experience or even encounter the abuse again.

The beauty was getting ready for her second day of work, yeah it was a Saturday, but being an assistant to Tom Holland is something that'll never allow vacations. Today, she was wearing a black turtleneck with a brown pencil skirt paired with the same kitten heels. Belle decided to let her hair be straight, her natural hair.

Walking down the stairs, she laid eyes on her mother who was negotiating terms with her father, knowing it was significant, she allowed her quiet self to enter the kitchen without intruding.

"Belle, sweetie, we'd like to talk to you," her father smiled at her, his expression true and raw. Whilst her mothers were in a deep bore, fake and nothing unusual to Belle.

"Yes, Father?"

"Mr. Holland called us not too long ago," Demitri spoke making Belle's throat hitch, her heartbeat growing quicker and quicker by the minute. "He asked us if you'd like to go on a little field trip with him to his other headquarters. Knowing that you're his assistant I must say you're obliged to go, but he wanted to make sure you were okay with it first," her father continued.

"Oh, well. Um, how long am I going to be gone?"

"You'll be back tomorrow night, Belle. Luna already packed for you last night whilst you were studying in the library."

Remember when I told you that Belle's family aren't stupid rich? Jokes on you! Belle's family were extremely rich but wanted to stay humble and not waste their money on childish items that had no value.

"Oh, okay. Thank you," she sincerely glanced at her mother, only to be returned with a fake one in return.

"Mr Holland will be here any minute, help yourself to some breakfast," her mother announced placing a plate in front of her youngest daughter. Belle may look tiny, but her appetite is three times larger than her.

To busy indulging her pancakes she didn't realise the familiar figure standing next to her, watching her stuff her mouth like a two-year-old. Belle choked on her pancakes, carefully swallowing it her boss had a slight grin on his face.

"Morning," she muffled as the piece of pancakes was still in her mouth.

"I didn't know you had such a huge appetite," he smirked as her parents continued discussing matters that didn't need to be interfered. He was wearing his usual tuxedo, but the coat nowhere to be found along with his tie. Two buttons undone from his white dress shirt made Belle's blush grow deep.

"Well, now you know. When are we to leave?"

"Now, actually. The jet's waiting for us to reach LA," the Britt checked his wristwatch to calculate the time, knowing their departure is soon, they head out of the house and bid their goodbyes.

The car drive was surrounded with comfortable silence, both of them sipping of their ice coffees that Belle made at home with two of her to go cups.

"Belle, I'd like to ask you something," Mr. Holland disrupted her thoughts, allowing her to look at him with full concern.

"Are you uncomfortable with me talking to Timothy Grey, and be honest, baby."

"Sir, I don't have the right to tell you who to hang out with. If you feel like he's good to you, then hang out with him. I have no word into this," she whispered as she cringed at the name, but loved the pet name.

He intertwined his fingers with hers, an action that made her heart flutter as he gently kissed her knuckles. "Of course you have word into this, doll. You're my partner, and whatever happened or even happens to you, goes through me."

Her boss was awaiting her response, her not knowing how to respond, she stayed silent like she always did when she had nothing to say.

"Your silence is telling a whole lot, darling," he lightly chuckled. Belle still didn't know what to say, or how to say it. Just the awful memories replaying in her head like a rollercoaster.

"What did I tell you, Belle. Always be honest with me, I wouldn't want my baby to be filled with negative thoughts," the car came to a stop signalling that they were at the airport.

"On the plane?" Belle whispered in which he nodded to. He let go of her hand to get out of the car, as she placed her hand on the handle, the door opened to Mr. Holland offering his hand.

"Don't worry, it's a private airport."

They made their way up the stairs and were greeted by the pilot of the plane ushering them to take a seat and to get comfortable, the assistant and the boss sat opposite of each other.

After the gruesome experience of the departure and a half an hour left of their flight, Belle thought it was finally time to speak to Mr. Holland, in details, on what Tim Grey did to her.

"He cheated on me, but I never told you why." This grabbed her boss' attention as he studied her features, how her face dropped but still glowed.

"He cheated on me because he wanted to take my virginity, I never allowed him to. Tim called me a prude, too innocent for this bad world. I was only 16, I didn't want to be taken that early, especially by him. Yes, he was my boyfriend. But, everyone wanted to know whether the famous quarterback took the popular girl's virginity at prom." Belle glanced at Mr. Holland to see him infuriated to the point that anger was jealous of him.

"H-He cheated on me with Erika, your former assistant, and her friends. I yelled at him in the middle of our senior prom but knowing that dick, he enjoyed most of it. After that, he met me outside, attempting to rape me. But, t-thankfully, Antoni came to my rescue. He took me home, washed me up, and tucked me into bed. Weeks after that, graduation came. They posted a photo of me crying and bruised up from that night on Instagram and it went viral, my own principals were laughing at me. The only person who truly cared about me was my Antoni," she continued not daring any tears to fall.

"S-So when I saw him with you, I felt aggravated. You didn't know what he did to me at the time, you were just meeting an old friend. He comes for everything and everyone I love and care about, changed my parent's perspective on me, even my older brother. I studied the hardest subject not only because I'm interested, but also because I have an excuse to get away from the world," Belle looked down in shame.

The beauty didn't notice her boss kneeling down in front of her, placing both of his hands on her knees grabbing her attention.

"Please tell me there isn't any more, sugar."

"No."

"I'm going to beat up that son of a bitch, he really has a death wish doesn't he," Mr. Holland got up, furiously making his way to his seat. Buckling the belt meant that they were landing, and knowing Mr. Holland, that belt won't stop him one bit.

"It's not your fight, Sir. You don't need to put my stress on your shoulders," she whispered looking at him, at the side she saw how the plane already was on the ground and she had no anxiety what so ever.

"But, I have to," he demanded unbuckling her seat belt and grasping her hand with love and anger.

Belle hated when people fought for her, yes she was grateful, but she was strong enough to fight on her own. She wanted him to be quiet, and listen to her. So, she grabbed both of his hands and placed them on her waist, her arms snaking around his neck.

Belle got on her tiptoes making her lips close to his ear, he zapped shut, her knowing exactly what she was doing to him. "Is this the only way I'm going to get your attention, daddy," she tried her hardest not to laugh at the nickname.

He groaned in pleasure as she made eye contact with him, both pretty brown eyes staring at each other, both drowning in the chocolate factories that are their eyes. "Listen to me, don't fight for me. I can fight on my own, I've done it for three years, what makes you think I can't do it now?" She smirked letting go, walking triumphantly away from him she felt a force of her back colliding with his strong chest.

"Do that one more time, little girl. I swear to you, your beautiful cheeks will be redder than the ones on your pretty face," he whispered seductively in her ear making her lips part, a whine escaping her delicate lips.

Another car ride in one of his many cars was surrounded by sexual tension, after what he had told her, she had a knot inside of her. Looking at the beautiful scenery of Los Angeles from the window, she saw how the palm trees stood high and superior. She saw the Hollywood Sign, Belle saw it all as though she was watching a movie.

Her eyes scan a beautiful black building with windows filling every single box, Holland Industries stood high with a beautiful garden on the side, as though it was a house rather than an office. Damn, whoever took care of this building is doing a great job, she thought positively.

They entered the private parking, the car stopping at a reserved parking and Mr. Holland opened the door for his assistant. As they made their way inside, her boss slithered his arm around her waist, pulling her close. All eyes were on them, and all Belle could think of is how embarrassing it must be to have your boss' arm around your waist, he wasn't even thinking of it!

They made their way to the top floor, it was very familiar to the one they had back home which comforted Belle. She spoke to her boss about a few meetings he had to attend to back home but soon was stopped by a squeal.

"Mr. Holland! Tommy," the light caramel-skinned beauty ran up to Mr. Holland almost tackling him with full force.

"Hello to you too, Tabitha."

"Why are you making my name sound so formal, dumb ass! Oh my god! You must be Belle, did she sign the contract," she whispered walking them into the main office. Belle was just in awe, does she have the contract too? How does she know Mr. Holland? Why is Tabitha's boss so hot?

"Hello, I'm Sebastian Stan. You must be Belle, we've heard so much about you," he introduced himself snapping her out of her thoughts and how they were panicking.

"Oh, yes I am. Good afternoon Mr. Stan," she shook his hand.

"Tom, my man! We have much to discuss!" Mr. Stan announced allowing Tabitha and Belle to be alone on the other side of the office whilst their bosses went to the meeting table to discuss further agreements.

"I know I'm getting excited, but please have a seat! Tell me all about you!" The dark-haired brunette ushered Belle to the couch.

"W-Well, my name's Belle Lorems."

"Duh, we know that! Get to the juicy part! How'd you meet Tom, or what went through your mind when you signed The Contract" the short brown haired Latina exclaimed wanting her to spill everything.

"Wait a minute, are we thinking about the same contract?" Belle questioned Tabitha leading the girl opposite of her to burst into tears of laughter.

"Of course, silly! The contract where there are rules on what to call them, no masturbation, and only they can please you? I'll tell you one thing, B. Those to guys over there are really close, so close they can be boyfriends," the Latina smiled as the Italian's jaw dropped.

"You thought you were alone, sis? Hell no! Lemme give you a background, Tom and I grew up together basically siblings because our parents were so close. Then, when I was 18, I visited Holland Industries and met the love of my life, and my new boss, Mr. Sebastian-fuck me sideways- Stan! What about you, princess," she winked as she completed her very short summary on how she met Sebastian.

"Well, my dad works with Mr. Holland. So, I study as a microbiologist at the University of New York. I am 19 years of age, and my family hate me."

"Bro, you sound like an Instagram post that people relate to, shit," Tabitha spoke making both girls roar in laughter as they drank their lemonades they got a while back.

"Looks like our girls are bonding," a voice unannounced boomed throughout the office making both assistants try their hardest not to laugh at their bosses' solemn faces.

"Look at their faces," Belle screeched and fell on Tabitha's lap. Tears forming around her eyes whilst her now best friend hushed her but couldn't contain themselves.

"Tabby you ruined her!" Mr. Holland's voice rung with a slight smile on his face.

"Whatever, she's my best friend now!"

After a beautifully crafted memory, they all went outside and the boss and assistant of Los Angeles escorted the New York team to their very fancy hotel. Bidding their goodbyes, well Belle bidding her awful long goodbye to Tabby in the lobby, they went to the highest floor.

Mr. Holland opened the door allowing Belle to walk in, staring in awe she admired the 19th century decorated suite. Gold embellishments, light beige walls, and couches with separate rooms. One to the master bedroom, whilst the other was some sort of clash between a gym and an office.

"I'm going to take a shower," she softly spoke making her way to the master bathroom. Yet again, the bathroom was beautiful yet modern, unlike the main seating area. She stripped, walking into the shower the hot water pleasured her senses. Lathering herself with shampoo and body wash, she made her way out to the bedroom praying that her boss wouldn't be there.

To her luck, he was nowhere to be found. Belle let out a sigh of relief as she unzipped her suitcase, it dawned upon her that Luna had packed her suitcase for her, meaning all of what's in there is lingerie from her last shopping trip with her boss, and no pyjamas!

"Okay, Belle. We have to be confident, go and ask him if you can borrow a shirt or something like that," she whispered to herself walking to the office. Belle faintly knocked the door twice awaiting his approval to enter, once she heard it she twisted the doorknob.

"Sir," she asked in a hushed tone, her head peeking out whilst the rest of her body was covered by the mahogany wooden door.

"You can come in, Belle."

"B-But I can't."

"And why is that?"

"I just took a shower, and my sister forgot to pack me some pyjamas. I was wondering if I could borrow a shirt for tonight?" Belle replied, knowing exactly which territory she's in.

"I didn't hear your question, love. Come in, ask me again," she saw his lips laced with a smirk, how his voice was suddenly rougher, and how his eyes were fixed on her.

Belle was dumbfounded, how she had to enter in only a towel in front of her boss. But, now there's no going back. She opened the door slightly, slipping her wet body into the office with a deep red tint along her cheeks. The boss bit his lip, raking her body from head to toe.

"What was your question, babydoll?" Mr. Holland questioned licking his lips slowly making her glance at them every millisecond.

"M-May I please borrow a shirt, my sister packed me lingerie rather than comfy PJs," the beauty stared at the floor not making contact with the eyes that are burning through her.

"Why don't you want to wear them, sugar," she heard him get up from his seat, waltzing towards her with confidence. He then looked down at her, noticing how she doesn't make contact with him. Mr. Holland delicately placed his index finger under her chin, lifting it in order to meet with his favourite pair of eyes.

"I'm not comfortable with wearing such clothes in front of you, Sir."

"Anything you want, sweetheart. Don't be ashamed, I'm ready when you are," he smiled as she exhaled a breath of relief.

"My suitcase was next to yours," the brunette announced. He then moved his mouth towards her ears making her grasp onto her towel even harder.

"Next time, you don't need to ask. Anything that's mine is yours," he whispered in her ear making her jaw drop slightly.

"I-I'm going to sleep on the couch," Belle spoke abruptly moving away from him.

"No, love. You're sleeping on the bed, end of discussion," he demanded making her gulp nervously, so this is his dominant side? Belle then blinked at him, as though a lost puppy awaiting its owner. Mr. Holland's dominant tone forced her to stop fighting, she was really selfless he thought.

"Goodnight, Sir."

"Goodnight, little girl."

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finally updated yesss

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[pendergays]

Welcome To The Dark Side (Priya x MC)(2/???)

Chapter Two: Want (Part 1)

A/N: So as it turns out, Tumblr has a limit on how long your posts can be (🙃), which is why I’m going to have to split the chapter into two and why it ends so abruptly. Don’t worry, the next chapter is airing in like two minutes. It also has smut. Anyway, special thanks to @delphinusbae, @dulcedemigoddessmasse, and @1suicidenotes1 for providing encouragement and feedback!

You’ve always been attracted to the wrong sort of thing. Neon signs in seedy bars, cigarette smoke blown from devilish smiles, that telltale glint you see in someone’s eye when they’re ready to take you somewhere you don’t know if you can come back from. A disturbing majority of the girls you’ve had fall into that category: so forbidden and so gorgeous, you couldn't help but want them. It’s an addiction, plain and simple. And all you can do once you succumb to that addiction is hope the thrill of entwined bodies is worth the empty bed in the morning.

You wake up with a pounding hangover and the first thing you notice is that the bed isn’t empty. You prop yourself up on your arms to look around. Priya’s sitting up next to you, legs swinging lazily off the bed, holding a perfectly round red apple in a manicured hand. She turns to you, a soft smile on her lips. The heavy curtains in her room filter out most of the sun, but the rays that do make it bathe her hair in a halo of soft golden light. “Morning, beautiful,” she says, and her voice sounds a little tired and a lot content. A small smile graces her gorgeous face, surprisingly unguarded. Even though she looks exactly the same as yesterday, there’s something different about her. Something softer, beneath her usual hazy veneer of loud music and louder moans.

She bites into the apple. Juice drips from the corner of her mouth, rolling in lazy drops down to her chin. Something about the action jars your memory. An alcohol-blurred scene flashes in your mind: overwhelming sheer indulgence, her teeth cutting into your neck, how fucking perfect she looked on top of you. And a trail of blood— your blood— tracing a path from her mouth to chin.

Holy shit. You actually did that. You actually let her.

Congratulations, you think to yourself, half-sarcastic and half-incredulous. You not only managed to screw a vampire, but also allowed her to drink your blood. Jesus Christ, who knows how many blood-transmitted STDs you might’ve gotten? It’s not like you took vampire Sex Ed. Shit, were we supposed to use protection? Dental dams?

The sudden flood of mental ramblings combined with your mounting panic exacerbates your hangover painfully. With a pitiful whine, you drop back down onto the bed and roll over until your face is buried in a pillow. It… smells like her. Surprisingly enough, the faint scent of saffron calms you near-instantly, your heartbeat returning to its normal pace. Even the marching band stomping away inside your skull seems to have quieted down.

You feel a warm hand on your shoulder. “What’s wrong, darling?”

You don’t know. You can’t deny that it says something about your character that you jumped into bed with a paranormal entity as soon as she asked politely. And then not-so-politely. If this was a regular hookup in a regular bar with a human, you could walk away from the tangled sheets, paint over your hickeys with makeup and never see her again. Easy as that. But this woman is tied closely to your boss, given that they’re both Clan leaders, and if you want to keep working with Adrian you’re probably going to have to see her again.

You suppress a low, self-deprecating chuckle. Wow. Only you could get entangled in some kind of criminal vampire conspiracy mere hours after getting hired for your dream job.

“One-night-stand regret?” Priya guesses near-perfectly, a hint of what could be remorse embedded in the words. You flip over, smoothing your hair out of your face and turning to her. Lying to her… would not be a good idea, especially if vampires have supernatural intuition or something equally BS. So you tell her the truth, and hope you don’t end up looking like juice box by the end of it.

“Kind of. I mean, last night was great. More than great, even.” You pause momentarily to relish in the memory of delirious heat and delicious hints of pain mixed in with mind-shattering pleasure. Your eyes begin to glaze over.... No, wait, fuck! Focus! You shake your head to clear away the remaining cobwebs in your mind, and continue. “It’s just… I don’t know. Sleeping with a vampire wasn’t really on my bucket list, y’know? Especially since you and my boss seem to be kinda, uh. Not close?” You end on a question, feeling like you’re tiptoeing around land mines.

Priya throws her head back and laughs. It’s a nice sound, filled with lazy indulgence and sweet satisfaction. Completely at odds with what she says next. “If you never want to see me again, that’s completely fine.” The words come out casually, smooth and without any trace of hesitation. “More of my human lovers do than not. Of course, then they had to be taken care of by the Council… but I don’t think that’ll be necessary in your case.” She tosses her apple core into the trash can by the door nonchalantly, before scooting forward a few inches toward you. Her eyes are a dark, rich, mahogany color, and they sweep up and down the length of your body in a way that makes you feel like you’re exposed, completely bare for her to see. She’s not smiling anymore. “You can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“Yes,” you whisper, the word slipping out of your lips not entirely because of self-preservation reasons. You want her to look at you fondly, to smile at you and kiss you and– fuck. Looking for affection from a vampire is dumb. You know that. So why are you still doing it?

The moment you speak, the smile is back on her face, as stunning as ever. When she smiles at you… it feels like the sun itself is beaming. Like everything is right in the world, even if just for a moment. Your breath catches in your chest involuntarily and you have to consciously make yourself inhale and exhale. This... this is bad. You need to get away from this– away from her. She’s not good for you. You shouldn’t want her so much.

(But you do.)

“Good girl,” she smirks, oblivious to your mental turmoil. “Anyway, even if I was going to report you to the Council, I’m sure Adrian would made sure every hair on your pretty little head is safe. He seems to have taken a shine to you. I can understand why.” She pulls your chin up to meet her half-lidded gaze, and you freeze like a rabbit caught by a wolf. Her next words come out low and soft, promising things you don’t understand exactly but want anyway. “If I’m being honest… I’ve taken a shine to you too. I wish I could keep you.”

She sighs, before letting go of my chin and turning away, running slim fingers through her thick dark hair. “Speaking of Addy… he’s awfully concerned about you. As are a bunch of other people.” She opens a drawer in her bed-stand and takes out your phone, before tossing it to you. “It was beeping and ringing the whole night so I put it away. Feel free to go and tell whoever’s stalking you that no, the evil vampiress hasn’t murdered you or done some other horrific thing.” She pauses, then grins wickedly. “Well, to be fair, you went through a lot of “little death”s last night.”

It takes you a moment for your rudimentary high-school French to parse the innuendo, and when you do, you light up a bright cherry-red. Priya laughs at your sheepish expression, but quickly turns serious again. “No, really. You have good friends.” Is that a touch of wistfulness you hear? Jealousy, even?

You don’t have time to try and figure it out. When you turn on your phone, your jaw actually drops– 46 messages and 23 voicemails?! What the metaphorical fuck?! Quickly scrolling through them, you realize the bulk of them are from Lily, though Adrian’s contributed to the rest.

Lily Spencer [11:43 PM]: Where are youuuuu

Lily Spencer [12:26 AM]: Are you getting it on w/ your hot boss? ;)

Lily Spencer [1:09 AM]: No but really where the fuck are you??? I’m legit worried smh

Lily Spencer [1:59 AM]: Are you okay??? Text me “mchanzo” if you need an emergency rescue!!!

39 more messages from Lily Spencer. Tap here to view them.

You groan. Fuck. You can already feel a headache coming on. Combined with your throbbing hangover, that’s a deadly combination. You send off a quick “Don’t worry, I’m okay!” to Lily and then check Adrian’s messages.

Adrian Raines [12:11 AM]: I’m really sorry for bringing you to Priya’s studio. I didn’t know she’d be like this.

Adrian Raines [1:02 AM]: Are you alright? Tell Priya you’re under my protection. She can’t hurt you.

Adrian Raines [1:38 AM]: Call me and I’ll be right there. I was stupid to bring you there. I’m sorry.

You cringe. Well, Adrian didn’t seem to take it too badly, but it’ll still be really awkward when you see him at work today—

Wait.

With an ice-cold, creeping dread, you hurriedly check the time at the top of your phone. Surely enough, the numbers there pronounce your doom: 9:23 AM.

“I’m late,” you gasp in horror.

Sensing your profound distress, Priya cranes her neck over your shoulder. Her eyes quickly flit through the messages, and a wry grin makes its way onto her scarlet lips. “I did tell you Adrian was awfully protective,” she says, a glaze of bitterness souring the otherwise cheerful words. “Though I’m a little offended he thinks I would hurt you. Of course I wouldn’t. You’re too pretty for that,” she remarks casually, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

You swallow and ignore the aching, tantalizing flare of arousal that sparks between your legs. Prying yourself away from her grasp, you send her a withering glare. “It doesn’t matter whether Adrian is protective or not, because he’s going to fire me anyway I’m not there in like three minutes.”

Priya shrugs, leaning back luxuriously on the medley of fluffy white pillows behind her and using only her elbows to prop herself up. A curl of coiffed dark hair falls onto her face, partially obscuring one eye. You swallow, once again hit with the “attractive girl is next to you” hammer. She’s all painted lips and painted nails and bronze legs that go on for days. The epitome of devil-may-care.

Her honeyed voice snaps you out of your reverie. “Look, angel, I don’t mean to be dismissive of your job as accountant– assistant, whatever– but I’m just saying, you’ve been blessed with the kind of beauty that’s rare to come by. An allure that doesn’t stop skin-deep.” You wonder if that’s a double-entendre, given that she spent a good part of last night with her teeth in your neck. She continues, “You’re already spectacular, but with a little makeup and one of my masterpieces, you could be the greatest model New York City’s seen in a while. Besides,” she winks suggestively, “being a model has wonderful benefits. Including but not limited to, hmm, private sessions with the head designer.”

You were wondering where all this flattery was leading up to. As it turns out, it led to complete and utter madness.

“...Priya,” you start, trying to phrase this tactfully and finding yourself wanting, “I can’t be a model. I already have a job at Raines Corp, which is quite frankly in peril because of how not on-time I am.”

The vampire rolls her eyes, taking a pillow and throwing it at you playfully. “Don’t be such a buzzkill. First of all, who cares if you’re late? Besides, Didi already called to say you can take the day off.”

You blink rapidly, uncomprehending. “Didi?”

Priya lets out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment. “Adrian. Keep up. He called me at three in the morning– so rude, I know– and when he was done thoroughly scalping me for defiling his precious little assistant, he said you could take the day off. It makes sense, which is surprising coming from Mr. Bring A Human To Work Day. You should rest.”

A variety of emotions course through you in the span of a few short seconds. Relief at not getting fired less than 24 hours after getting hired, confusion at how many nicknames Priya has for Adrian, and sheer utter disbelief at all the contradictions she’s spewing from those perfect lips.

“Hold up,” you say before Priya can distract you again. “I should rest? Literally two seconds ago you were trying to bribe me into being a model with sex– don’t try to deny it, it won’t work– both of which aren’t exactly relaxing. Where exactly would I be resting between the runway and the orgasms?”

Priya waves you off. “Don’t fret, gorgeous. We’ll have plenty of time to destress in the hours leading up to your modeling debut. But first things first– you need something to eat. Something that isn’t me, at least.”

You sputter and stumble over your words and Priya seems to delight in it, pressing a warm kiss to your cheek. “You’re so cute when you blush,” she purrs, and you can’t help the warmth that blooms in your chest like a flower under the sun. It’s not just arousal, unfortunately. You could understand that– she is, after all, one of the most attractive women you’ve ever seen– but what you can’t deal with is this, this affection. You’re not stupid. You know where this kind of feeling leads. And you absolutely cannot walk down that precarious, woefully wonderful path. Not with her.

(But why not....?)

You know why. She’s a goddamn vampire, for one, and beyond that… she’s perfect. Not for most people, but for you. You’re weak to these kinds of girls, who bite and bruise and touch and take so wonderfully. Dangerous girls, if you had to sum it up in a word. And Priya… she’s the pinnacle of that. Spending the night with her was the dumbest thing you could’ve done. And yet… you already know you’d do it again. You’d keep coming back, as long as she’d have you.

(Fuck. I’m so fucked up.)

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Want Part 2

[spider-boi]

Phone Call

Summary: Your feelings for Peter Parker are growing incredibly strong and you just can’t hold them in anymore.

AN: i miss peter parker everyday smh

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist //

Panting, I entered the cafeteria and scanned the crowds of people for my brown haired dork. There he is. I ran as quickly as possible without hitting anybody or anything. I prepared to throw my arms around him and scare him when I got close but almost a split second before I touched him, he turned around and caught me when I crashed into him.

“Hey,” I whispered. Our faces were so close to each other. “How’d you know I was gonna scare you?”

“Just had a feeling I guess.” Peter shrugged, a weird look crossing through his eyes.

“Okay? Anyways, Petey, I have a good news!” I jumped excitedly in his arms. “I passed my trig exam!”

Peter’s eyes went wide and he pulled me flush against him, his arms tight around me. “See! I knew you could do it!” He lifted me off my feet, making me laugh.

“I wouldn’t have been able to do it without your help though. So, thank you and I owe you one.”

“Yeah, but you took the test. Not me.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Pete.” I smiled and rested my hands on his shoulders. Peter’s soft eyes looked into mine. I found myself sneaking peeks at his lips before someone coughed loudly. I looked behind me and saw Ned and Michelle with big smirks on their faces. Peter and I awkwardly separated from each other. “Hey guys.” I slid into the bench with Peter following, taking the space beside me.

“Hey Y/N. Congrats on the test.” Ned said.

“Thanks, Ned. So, how’s decathlon practice?” I asked them.

“Pretty good.” Michelle took a bite of her sandwich while still reading her book.

“Whipping them into shape, MJ?”

“You bet I am.” She sent me a fake glare. “You know we still have a free spot in the team?” Michelle’s been trying to get me to join the team but I just couldn’t do it.

“Yeah, no. I barely passed this exam. What makes you think that I can handle decathlon?” I pointed at my test.

“Y/N, you’re a genius when it comes to science and we need someone to fill in Liz’s spot.” Ned told me. I looked over at Peter at the mention Liz Toomes. He was fiddling with the edge of his textbook, not looking at any of us. Of course, he still liked her. I gulped and looked down at my test, folding it in half. I couldn’t replace Liz.

“Just think about it, okay?” Michelle looked at me with a knowing look.

“I know you can do this. You’d be a perfect addition to the team.” Peter said, placing his hand on top of mine. The way he was looking at me right now was making my head spin. I smiled at him. God, this crush was getting way out of hand.

“I, um, I’ll think about it.” I cleared my throat. “I actually forgot that I had to, uh, pick up some worksheets from Mr. Harrington. I-I’ll see you guys later, okay?” I rushed and ran out of the cafeteria, pushing my hair out of my face. Get a grip, Y/N.

Flopping down on my bed, I threw an arm over my eyes. Why couldn’t I get Peter Parker out of my head? My thoughts kept spinning back to his smile and his goofy jokes and his curly hair and his calloused hands. Ugh. If i didn’t get these feelings off my chest, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna explode.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Michelle’s number. The line rang three times before she picked up.

“Hello?” She said in her usual bored tone.

“Michelle.” I groaned. “I think I’m losing my mind.”

“Parker again?” 

“Yes.” I threw a pillow on my face. I might’ve vented to her about Peter once or thrice. Every phone call would end with her just scolding me for not just telling me because, according to her, I should just tell him that I liked him.

“Now, what did I tell you?” Michelle teased.

“To tell Peter that I’ve liked him for years so that I can save myself from misery.” I said like a child being told to repeat themselves. “But, MJ, I can’t do that.”

“Why not? I know he likes you back.” She said, a matter-of-factly.

“He doesn’t MJ. You should’ve seen him when Ned mentioned Liz at lunch. He still likes her and I can’t blame him. Liz is...perfect and I’m not. I can’t compete with that. I’ll just keep pine for him from afar like I always do.” I allowed myself to have a little pity party for myself.

“Y/N, you can’t keep doing this forever.” Michelle, as usual, keeping her responses short and sweet.

“Watch me.” I mumbled.

“You are so stubborn.” She retorted.

“Like, it’s my fault that I’m in love with Peter Parker.” I slapped my hand over my mouth and sat up, abruptly. The realization was dawning on me. “Oh my god. I love him.”

“Finally realized it did you?” I could just see Michelle’s smirk.

“You knew? When I didn’t?” My eyebrows rose.

“I’m very observant remember?”

“Ugh, what am I gonna do now?” I began to pace my room.

“Well, you could-” Michelle started but she was cut off.

“You love me?” A different but familiar voice rang through my ears. My heart stopped and I felt my face flushing red. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish but no words actually came out. He did not just hear my entire conversation with MJ right now. “Y/N? Can you hear me? Y/N?”

I hung up before I could answer Peter. Oh my god.

The next day I did everything in my power to avoid Peter. From running out of our shared classes before he could catch up to me to secretly eating lunch in the aisles of the library so that the librarian wouldn’t catch me.

I was 100% not ready to face Peter after last night. He had sent me a couple dozen text messages and left me about the same amount of voicemails. I ignored all of them. I didn’t want to hear about how he never wanted to talk to me ever again or how he was disgusted at the thought of ever being with me. Okay, now you’re just being dramatic Y/N.

The end of the day came and I was currently picking up a few things from my locker for the weekend. I thought I was safe, no sign of Peter the whole day but when I closed the locker door. I heard someone call my name. Turning, I saw Peter running towards me. I instantly turned the other way and sped walked as fast as I could.

But. Peter, being his newly athletic self, caught up to me. He held my arm and stood in front of me.

“Why haven’t you been answering my calls?” He panted.

“I’ve been busy.” I said, looking at anywhere but him.

���Yeah? Then why have you been avoiding me the whole day?” Peter crossed his arms.

“I haven’t.” I crossed my arms as well.

“So, you didn’t just try to run away from me right now?” Peter scoffed.

“I just have somewhere I need to be so if you’ll excuse me…” I tried to move away from him but he pulled me back to stand in front of him again.

“Y/N, please… Let’s talk.” Peter begged. I bit my lip as tears began to well in the corners of my eyes.

“Not here.” I mumbled. There were already other people watching us discreetly. Peter looked into the the door beside us and opened the door, letting me go in first. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it. We both watched each other in silence, both of us too scared to start. Eventually, the silence was starting to bother me. “Look, Peter, if you’re going to tell me that you never want to talk to me again, just do it. Just rip it off like a band aid.”

Peter’s face scrunched up. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you don’t like me that way.” I hesitated. He stared at me for a few seconds.

“You didn’t read any of the messages I left, didn’t you?” I shook my head. Peter sighed and walked over to me. He pulled out my phone from my jacket pocket and handed it to me. “Read them.” I looked into his eyes for a second and took my phone from his hands.

Y/N. Please pick up.

Please.

Talk to me.

Did you mean it?

Y/N.

Y/N. Please.

I love you.

Is it bad that I’m telling you this over text? I don’t care I love you. Always have.

I love you, Y/N.

The next texts were just a repeat of what he’d already said. My breath hitched and a tear slipped down my face. Looking up, I saw that Peter had his hands in sweater paws which he did when he was feeling nervous.

“Did you mean it?” I said, repeating his words.

“I did. Did you?”

I nodded, more tears streamed down my face. Peter was looking a little teary eyed as well. He reached out for me and wiped the tears away from my face. At his touch, I melted into him and threw my arms around his neck. He pulled me close to him and held me tight. “You are so perfect and please don’t ever think otherwise. You’re you and that’s enough.”

His words reassured me and made me hug him tighter. I nuzzled my face into his neck and smelled his natural Peter scent that comforted me even more. Peter placed a kiss on my cheek and pulled me away from him. He looked directly into my eyes.

“I love you.” Peter said with conviction. A watery smile erupted on my face.

“I love you, too.” My voice hitched on the last word because of the emotions piling up on me. Peter placed a lingering kiss on my forehead and rested his against mine. I smiled in content and tiptoed to kiss the tip of his nose, making him chuckle and hug me again.

The guy I loved actually loved me back and I don’t know if I could ever be happier.

[canyousevmyheavydirtysoul]

on the 6th day of 🎄, canyousevmyheavydirtysoul gave to you...

Gifts with My Chemical Romance.

Note: Apologies for the late update. I have a cold and I went out and got sunstroke yesterday so, yay me. Anyways, enjoy. x

Also, I called yesterday’s preference number 6 instead of number 5 and none of you told me. smh.

Gerard:

You’ve always loved wrapping Christmas presents. Just the thought of buying someone a gift and wrapping it up, making it look all pretty and festive… it was your absolute favourite. When you were old enough to be let in on the whole Santa secret, your mom would let you help her wrap the gifts, and you immediately took a liking to it – a liking that would carry over into your adult years. By the age of thirteen, you were somewhat of a master gift wrapper, and every year since then, come Christmas time, you would go out and find the best wrapping paper, the best bows and strings, and the best name tags to place on the gifts. It wasn’t an obsession, per se, it was more of a talent, and you enjoyed doing it tremendously. Needless to say, gift-wrapping was your specialty. Gerard, on the other hand, was terrible at it.

“You’re making a mess.”

“Shut up and pass me the tape.”

“There’s more tape on that present than wrapping paper,” you sassed, looking at the hideously wrapped present in disgust as you half-heartedly handed over the tape.

“I think it looks beautiful,” Gerard retorted, pulling up his nose at you as he grabbed the tape from your hand.

Making your eyes wide and then rolling them to the side, you decided to try and ignore your boyfriend and his pitiful attempts at gift-wrapping and focus on your pile instead.

“Almost done,” Gerard announced, squinting and poking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth the way he always did while concentrating as he pressed the last piece of tape on the paper, “There! Ta-da!” he held the present up in the air.

“Wow,” you whispered.

“I know, right?” Gerard marvelled, “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“I meant ‘wow’ as in ‘wow, I never knew someone could be that bad at gift-wrapping,” you explained, shaking your head and moving next to him, using your shoulder to shove him away, “Move. Let me do this.”

“Nah uh,” he countered, shoving back, “This is my pile. Go back to your own.”

“You’re kidding, right? We can’t give these to people!” you gestured to the atrociously wrapped presents, “No one will want to open a present wrapped this badly.”

“Well, excuuuuse me,” he scoffed, “I’m sorry we can’t all be perfect gift-wrappers like you!”

“You don’t need to be perfect – just okay, at least. But you,” you waved a stray piece of paper in his face, “are awful. Let me help you.”

“No, I wanna do these on my own.”

You took a deep breath. “Gerard, I love you with all my mind, body, and soul…”

“I love you too.”

“But if you don’t move your ass in the next three seconds, so help me God, I will stab you with these scissors.”

“You wouldn’t,” he scoffed, moving to continue his work.

You grabbed his hand to stop him. “One…”

“(Y/N), I know you’re not serious.”

“Two,” you increased the volume of your voice slightly, and raised the scissor you had in your hand.

“Alright, alright,” he recoiled, holding up his hands in surrender as he scampered back, “Jeez, and they thought my sweater obsession was bad.”

Mikey:

Sluggishly and cautiously, so as not to rouse you from your sleep, Mikey lifted the covers off of his body, and stealthily slipped out of bed.

Tiptoeing out of your shared bedroom and down the stairs, he tried his hardest not to make a sound, and grimaced when the wooden steps creaked under his weight.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he let out a breath he hadn’t even realised he was holding, and fuelled by a bout of triumph over not waking you, he strutted over to the illuminated Christmas tree.

He spotted all of the different colourfully-wrapped presents, and grinned like a Cheshire cat. Excitedly, he sat down next to the tree with his legs crossed and began carefully sorting through the variety of gifts, looking for the one (or ones) with his name on them.

It was still a good couple of days before Christmas, but you had hinted at getting him a great present, and he couldn’t handle the suspense of not knowing what it was. Sure, you would be mad at him when you wake up in the morning and see what he had done, but it was worth it, and he would deal with that problem tomorrow. Right now, it was all about the box he currently had in his hands. The one with glossy black wrapping and labelled ‘MIKEY’ on top in silver marker.

The gift looked good even on the outside and for a moment, he felt bad for what he was about to do. But that guilt didn’t last long and soon, he was ripping the paper from the box.

Once all the wrapping had been cleared, he took a deep breath and smiled widely as he lifted the lid of the box. He was immediately met with a projection of green slime.

“HA!” you yelled, flipping the light switch and flooding the room with a bright, white light as you stomped over to Mikey. “Gotcha!”

“(Y/N),” Mikey spluttered, groaning as he tried to remove the goo from his mouth and the rest of his face, “You booby trapped the presents?”

“Yes, I booby-trapped the presents because YOU DO THIS EVERY YEAR.”

“I can’t help it, alright?” he defended, still sitting on the floor, covered in slime. “I just have this urge… I need to know.”

“I was gonna let you open your presents on Christmas Eve, but because of your urge to ‘need to know’, you’re gonna have to wait until Christmas day.”

“NNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!”

“You did this to yourself,” you sighed, turning around to make your way back to bed, “Oh, and you’re not sleeping with me tonight. I don’t want slime in my bed.”

Ray:

“Just do it, dude,” Frank encouraged, shrugging as he sipped his beer, “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“’What’s the worst that could happen?’” Ray scoffed, “The worst that could happen is that she throws a brick at my face. Or runs me over. Or refuses to let me in so that I can just suffer out in the cold. Do you not remember how bad our breakup was?”

Frank pursed his lips, thinking for a moment. “Where would she get a brick? What kind of person just has bricks lying around?”

“Bro, not the problem here,” Ray shook his head, waving his arms once in front of his friend’s face to try and get him to concentrate, “There’s no scenario where this works out well.”

Frank heaved a long and heavy sigh before setting his beer bottle down and leaning in to his friend. “Ray, listen to me. Is this plan risky? Yes. Is it stupid? Fuck yeah,” Ray wheezed, “But if it works out, will the reward be worth it? Absolutely without a fucking doubt, yes. Look,” Frank held out his hands, “Yeah, your breakup was pretty rough, but you both still love each other. And if you ask me, if you’re looking for a push to do this, that fact alone should be enough to go on.”

“When the fuck did you get so wise? That’s my job.”

Frank let out a chuckle as he shrugged. “So, are you gonna do it?”

Ray chewed on the inside of his cheek and stayed silent for a bit. After a minute of deliberating, he reached a decision. “Yeah. Yeah, I have to. But… just make sure there’s an ambulance on stand-by. In case there’s some flying bricks or whatever.”

~

The ringing of your doorbell yanked you away from the comfort of the mountain of blankets you were snuggled under, and you cursed as you fought your way out and to the front door.

“This better be good,” you mumbled.

You were not prepared for who was on the other side, and when you opened the door, the sight of him froze you in your place.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Ray said shyly, smiling softly at you, “I just wanted to come by and, well, wish you a merry Christmas, for one,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “But, uh, I also wanted to give you something. I bought it a long time ago – when we were still together – and it was supposed to be your Christmas gift for this year but… yeah,” he slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet box. You felt your chest tighten. “I know that things didn’t end well between us, but I still want to give this to you. I’m not trying to guilt-trip you or anything, but I bought it for you, and I want you to have it. Keep it, sell it, throw it away… whatever. It’s yours,” he said, holding out the box to you.

Swallowing – even though there was a lack of saliva in your mouth – you took the box from him, and gently opened it. The sight took your breath away, and you could feel the tears pricking at your eyes.

“Ask me,” you whispered, still looking at the ring.

“What?” he asked, not sure if he’d heard you correctly.

“Ask me,” you repeated breathily, handing the ring back to you.

Still a bit uncertain, Ray sunk down onto one knee and after clearing his throat, he smiled at you. “Will you marry me?”

Frank:

“Stay, you piece of shit!” Frank growled angrily, as the tiny box he placed on one of the Christmas tree branches started to fall.

With a disgruntled sigh, he watched the box fall to the ground for the fifth time in ten minutes, and he angrily bent down to pick it up.

“You’re a fucking failure, you know that?” he whispered to the box as he picked it up. “She better say yes after all this trouble you’re giving me.”

After another ten minutes of cursing and struggling to get the box to stay put, Frank finally managed to secure it enough so that it didn’t fall.

“Okay,” he said softly, slowing taking steps backwards, “Alright,” he turned off the living room light, “Be a good sport and stay put for me, will ya?” he called out before scoffing, “I’m talking to a fucking box.”

~

The next morning (Christmas morning) you were awoken by the sound of Frank yelling your name.

“(Y/N), princess, wake up! It’s time to open gifts!”

“Coming!” you called back, voice a bit hoarse from sleep.

Grinning from ear to ear, you hopped out of bed and practically leaped down the stairs, not even bothering to put on a gown or slippers.

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While waiting for you to come down, Frank turned to inspect the tree, looking for the black box. When it wasn’t where he left it last night, and he couldn’t find it anywhere else on the tree, on the ground, or anywhere in the surrounding area, he squeaked in panic. He had called you down to open gifts and other than some chocolate, the engagement ring was the only thing he had gotten you, and now he couldn’t find it.

Running his hands through his hair once he heard you making your way down, he grabbed a bow from the nearest gift and sat crossed-legged on the floor.

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When you made your way to the living room, you let out a short giggle once you spotted your boyfriend. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a huge smile on his face and a red bow on his head.

“Surprise!” he exclaimed, throwing up his hands, “I’m your gift!”

“I hope you kept the receipt,” you mused, taking a seat across from him.

“So mean,” he pouted, and you sniggered, “Are you not even gonna unwrap me?” he smirked suggestively.

Reaching forward, you pulled the bow from his head. “There. Can we get to the real gifts now?”

“I am a gift in your life,” he remarked, reaching out to grab some presents from under the tree.

“Sure, baby,” you cooed, pecking his lips quickly.

You opened your present from Frank first. It was a whole variety of your favourite chocolates, and you dug in immediately.

Frank’s turn was next, and he opened the gift bag from his mom. When he reached in, the first thing he pulled out was a tiny black box, earning confused glances from the both of you before the realisation hit Frank.

“Ooooh,” he murmured, “so that’s where it went.”

“Is that an engagement ring?” you asked, and he nodded. “Why would your mom-OH,” you stopped speaking when Frank pushed the gifts out of the way and repositioned himself on one knee in front of you. “Oh my gosh,” you gushed, raising a hand to your mouth as you could feel the moisture build up behind your eyes.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” he started, the biggest smile on his face, “I am in love with you. There’s no doubt in my mind that you’re the one for me. From the very first moment I saw you, I knew. I turned to Mikey and I said, “See that girl? I’m gonna marry her”, and you know what he said?” You shook your head. “The fucker laughed at me. Needless to say, he’s not gonna be a groomsman,” he chuckled but then caught himself and his face turned serious, “That’s assuming you agree to marry me. Shit, I haven’t even asked you yet. Wow, I’m fucking terrible at this,” he scoffed nervously, but you reached for his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, and he regained his confidence, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” you beamed, practically jumping into his arms. “I love you so much!”

“I love you more,” he smiled, holding you tighter, “Merry Christmas, princess.”

PS. I’m sure it’s pretty obvious, but I’m a sucker for Christmas marriage proposals.

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Thank you for reading x