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It Wasn’t Real (prologue)

Originally posted by villainquoteoftheday

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

Requested: Nah. Just had this idea, and really wanted to write it.

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader

Warnings: this is based off pure memory. swearing, pennywise, fear, trauma, etc.

THIS IS A SERIES!! Check it out: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - finale


You hadn’t hesitated, not once. Not for your friends, not now, not ever. You’d done it for them. Done it to help Bill, to help Richie and Eddie, and Beverly, Ben, Mike, Stan. All of them.

But it seemed, now in this moment, they didn’t care.

“Open the door!” You screamed, “please! Please!” Your hands banged ruthlessly against the wooden door, trying everything to get it open. But no matter how hard you tried, it just wouldn’t budge. “Guys, please. Open the door!” You weren’t sure if it was them or someone else, but the door had shut on it’s own and now you couldn’t get it open again.

“Why would we open it?” A gasp escaped your lips, spinning around too fast for your own pace as Richie’s voice echoed around you. Smacking your back against the bedroom door behind you, you tried to look for someone through the thick darkness. “Why would want to ever open it?”

“R-Richie?” You called out, a tinge of hesitancy in your voice. “Are you there?” You asked, your fingernails scratching against the wood. You barely noticed the pain you caused yourself in the midst of your panic. Barely noticed the eery sound you made as the wood was scratched. 

“You’re nothing.” A different voice. Bill.

“You’ve never been anything.” Beverly.

“And now, you’ll never be something.” Eddie. 

“I-I… i don’t understand.” You whimpered, finding yourself at a lost of words. You couldn’t see anything, it was only dark and black and nothing. There was no light, there wasn’t anything to see. How could they be speaking to you? When a moment ago they’d been outside the door you were now separated by. “It isn’t real. It isn’t real. It’s not real!” You repeated, over and over.

“Not real?” Ben.

“Why wouldn’t this be real?” Mike.

“When we finally have the chance to get rid of you?” Stan.

“No.” You whispered, shaking your head. None of this made any sense! “No! No!” 

“No?” Then suddenly, the lights flipped on and you could see everything. Your friends stood before you in a line, all disfigured and bloodied. You cringed at the sight, pressing yourself as tight as you could against the wall though it did nothing. Closing your eyes, you tried to stop your frantic breathing but it was useless, as your sobs slipped past. “Why no?” Bill asked, tilting his head in an unnatural way.

“Afraid?” Eddie smiled. “You’re never afraid.”

“Don’t tell me…” Beverly started, her hand against her chest; “you’re afraid of us?”

“But isn’t this not real?” Ben reminded, and you watched with wide eyes.

“Or… is it?” Mike asked, and you felt your knees quake beneath you.

“Oh, it’s real.” Stan declared. You let out a whimper, hitting the back of your head against the door. “Your fear, I can smell it. It’s always been real.” Stan’s voice grew out of tone, as if it wasn’t him.

“Aren’t you afraid, Y/N?” Richie asked, stepping through the rest and making his presence known as he stood in the middle. Though, the second you blinked your eyes, it was no longer Richie and no longer did your friends stand there. Instead, stood IT.

Letting out a scream, you spun around, your hands coming up to bang on the door and jiggle the knob. “Let me out! Open the door!”

“Get the fucking door open!” Richie screamed, and it took you half a second to realize that it was him, behind the door. Had he been there the entire time? “I’m trying!” Stan yelled, and you felt the doorknob move beneath your grip. Had they been there the entire time?

“Time to play, Y/N.” You felt your heart spike at IT’s voice, and when you turned your head he was running at you. His speed was alarming but you only turned back to the door, yanking desperately.

“Hang o-on Y/N!” 

“Please!” You screamed, “please!”

You felt your body fall forward and wind rush through your hair, just as IT’s hands grazed your back. Though before your body could fall against the harsh ground you felt hands grab you. In your panic-stricken mind, you let out a blood-curling scream and you fought the grip, believing it to be IT. “Don’t touch me!”

“Y/N! Y/N!” A voice called and there were hands on your face, but you couldn’t focus. Your mind was running wild. “It’s Stan, Y/N! It’s okay, it’s okay!” Blinking, you felt your vision focus on what was before you; Stan. And then you saw Bill, and Eddie and Richie and…

“You left me!” Was the first thing that left your lips, in a shrill high-pitched tone. “You left me! You wouldn’t open the door!”

“No, no, Y/N. W-We tried to get the door open, it wouldn’t- wouldn’t-” Richie tried to explain, his own words running over one another. “We wouldn’t leave you.” He finished at last. But your mind was too wild, too gone for you to listen and instead you only continued to sob.

“Where’s the rest?” Eddie asked aloud, looking past your bedroom hallway. “Get in here!”

“W-We would never… Y-Y/N we tried. T-That has to count for something.” Bill explained in a haste, holding onto you as he’d been the one to catch you as you fell. You heard footsteps, many footsteps and you flinched until you saw it was only the rest of your friends. Beverly, Ben, Mike…

“You wouldn’t open the door…” You breathed, your voice suddenly a lot quieter. “You said I was nothing.”

“We tried.” Stan shook his head, gripping your face with force so you could focus on what was in front of you.

“I-It wasn’t real…” Bill panted.

Beverly fell before you and she smiled much like before, but this time it was kind. “You’d never be nothing to us.” She soothed, her hand coming out to grab yours.

“Y-Yeah, you’re too hot to forget.” Richie laughed, and you let out a small chuckle yourself. Evening out your breathing, your eyes found your bedroom and the scratches against the door, the scratches you made. That wasn’t fake… but the rest had been.

Falling into Stan, you pulled Mike into you and the rest followed.

It wasn’t real.

Or was it?


i’m not sure what this is, it’s bit more… much that my usual stories. But i thought this’d be interesting to write, please let me know what you thought! It could even be a series, I don’t know, lol. Just let me know!

Surprise!

Summary: The reader wakes up to surprising news about her and Jensen.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

A/N: I got a random idea so here’s a random drabble.


“Y/N L/N! Get your ass up!”

A high pitched shrill invades your dream world as incessant curse words begin littering the air. A blinding light appears and it makes you bury your head deep under the warm covers. The muffled growling noises you hear become much clearer once your sheets are abruptly yanked off. 

“Y/N!” Your best friend huffs. “Don’t make me chuck water onto your head!”

“What the fuck, Steph.” You moan lowly, snatching your pillow away when she tries to steal it from you. “You psychopath.“ 

"I’m so mad at you right now. How come you didn’t tell me, woman?!” The bratty behavior continues as she stomps her high heeled boot into your hardwood floor.

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The One With Stevie’s Book

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: A tiny discovery of Steven’s interest leads to a very surprising turns of events. 

Word Count:

Warnings: heavy making out ;) a lil’ nsfw, nothing much tho

Author’s Note: repost!! based off a friends episode, i think from season 7, TOW Rachel’s Book. i’m sorry guys, i’m not in the state of writing anything new, still coming down with the cold and all ugh 

Masterlist Here


Tonight was never supposed to turn out the way it did, but somehow you’re glad that it did. He was just here to tutor you since you needed his help. And he even did for three hours. After making you understand three whole chapters of Business Economics, your mind had blocked itself and you didn’t want to talk more about micro or macroeconomics. The demand for a break had overcome the supply of your energy and you desperately needed a drink to settle your mind.

So, Steve nonchalantly agreed upon staying when you asked him if he had anything better to do. You knew he’d either go to a frat party or just lay in his bed with his SpongeBob PJ’s and a shirt that was at least a size smaller for his chiselled torso.

You both snuggled up on your bed, away from your desk where you abandoned your books to watch a zombie movie your dorm roommate, Wanda had suggested. Opening your laptop, you enter the password and let Steve handle the task of searching the movie on Netflix.

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Pranking Tom

Summary: She comes to visit her roommates, Tom and Haz in Montreal. Harry is there too and along with him, she and Haz prank Tom. It’s the perfect place - they’re surrounded by woods and who knows what lurks amongst those trees. 

Based on this gifset. Full video here

This is part of @spxderman-s and I’s collaborative Roommates Collection, which you can find in full on my masterlist page.

Pairings: Reader (?) x Tom Holland x Harry Holland x Haz Osterfield (Tbh there’s a subtle love triangle situation between reader x tom x harry)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Swearing, that’s it really.

A/n: I recommend watching the video beforehand, or even just having a look at the gifset, just so you have a better understanding of the setting and scenario. Seriously tho, watch the video and imagine Tom as the guy being pranked in it, and it’s the funniest thing you’ll ever see, I promise. I die every time lmao 

Shout out to Effie for helping me write this <3  Hope you guys enjoy it, I’d love to know what you think!


She stood in front of the television with her hands on her hips and glared at the three boys lazing on the couch.

“Did you losers finish my Lucky Charms?”

“Can you move, please?” Harrison asked, completely disregarding her question.

“Why do you want Lucky Charms now? We just had dinner,” Tom queried.

She narrowed her eyes at him.

“I will have Lucky Charms whenever I damn well please, thank you very much,” she snapped.

“I’ll be your lucky charm, love,” Harry winked at her.

Before she could respond, Tom threw a cushion at his head.

“Shut up, Harry.”

“Ow.”

She watched the exchange, amused at Tom defending her, yet again. Harry had been hitting on her since she had arrived in Montreal. He was unfazed by the age gap, taking every opportunity to make a sly remark or throw a wink in her direction. For her part, sure, he was cute, and she was flattered, but he was still her roommate’s little brother – nothing was going to happen there. If she was being honest though, she was pretty sure he was doing it just to annoy his older sibling, anyway.

“Well, I’m going to go get a new box. Don’t even think about touching it this time,” she said icily.

“How are you going to get there? We need the car to go to the gym in a bit,” Harrison indicated himself and Tom.

“I’ll walk.”

“In the dark? By yourself?” Tom sat up, concerned.

“Hey, lucky charm,” she looked at the youngest boy, “Want to come with me?”

A grin spread across his face when he realised she had chosen him over his brother.

“Sure, darling. I’ll protect you from the monsters in the dark.”

She turned back to Tom.

“Happy?”

He simply rolled his eyes.

I would have bought you Lucky Charms on the way home,” he muttered under his breath. She didn’t hear him.

“Drive safe, boys. See you later,” she pulled on her coat and waved her hand at them.

“Later, Haz. Later, bro,” Harry smirked at him as he placed a hand on her back and guided her out the door.

The two of them walked down the driveway and a little further down the dirt road. They stopped at a seemingly random bush where Harry crouched down. He pushed aside the branches to reveal a backpack.

“Here,” he handed it to her.

She unzipped it and pulled out two white gowns and two black wigs.

“This is going to be hilarious!”

Harry turned his torch on. They shed their jackets and pulled the dresses over their heads. It was quite cold, so they had opted to keep their jeans and shirts on underneath. Next, she took her wig and roughly combed the long straight strands with her fingers. She placed it on her head, the fake hair hanging in front of her face instead of at the back. Parting the wig so she could see, she helped Harry tug his on the same way she had. They were identical, in loose fitting, floor-length, white gowns and black hair hiding their faces. The only difference was that Harry stood a couple of inches taller than her.

“You look hot,” he teased.

“Not too bad yourself, lucky charm,” she reciprocated, the corners of her mouth quirking up.

“Do you think we’ll scare him?” she asked.

“Definitely, Tom is going to shit his pants.”

She giggled, envisioning his face.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Harry yanked on his jacket.

“Here, take mine too,” she handed him hers, “I don’t want you to catch hypothermia or anything. I’m going to be inside the car, so I won’t be as cold.”

“Thanks,” he smiled gratefully, taking on a bulky figure as he put her coat on as well. It was a tight fit, but he was warmer now.

“Are you sure you’re okay to walk through the woods by yourself? I can come with you, if you’d like,” she offered, worrying about the younger boy wandering through the woods alone in the dark.

“I’ll be fine,” he reassured, squeezing her shoulder.

“We can take a romantic stroll through the woods another night,” he flashed a cheeky grin.

“Oh, shut up,” she lightly shoved him in the chest.

Laughing, he picked up the backpack and started in the direction of the woods.

She watched him walk him into the foliage, shrouded in darkness and shadows. It wasn’t a clear night; the moon was full, yet hidden behind clouds. She continued to track the beam of his flashlight until it was no longer visible. She shivered, the chilly air seeping into her skin. She folded her arms to ward off the cold and aimed her torch in front of her. She slowly trudged along the lonely road, back towards the house they were staying at. She made sure nobody was around before quietly creeping up the driveway to the parked vehicle. Checking her surroundings once more, specifically the house, she turned off her torch and opened the back door, climbing inside. Earlier, Harrison had left the car unlocked.

She slowly shut the door, careful not to make any noise. Glad that she had been successful thus far, she crawled over the back seat and into the trunk. She took out her phone and messaged Harry.

Her: I’m in the car, where are you?

A minute later her phone lit up.

Harry: Almost there.

Her: Text me when you get there and I’ll let Haz know we’re ready.

She tried to find a comfortable position while she waited for his response. It was a confined space and she struggled to stretch her legs out. Finally giving in, she lay down on her side, tucking her knees into her chest. Soon after, she received a notification.

Harry: I’m here.

Her: I’ll tell Haz. Are you ok?

Harry: Yeah, I’m good. Bloody freezing though :/

Her: Just a little bit longer. It’s going to be so worth it when we scare Tom lol

Smiling at the thought, she messaged Harrison.

Her: Harry and I are ready.

Harrison: Ok, we’re leaving soon.

Harrison: Make sure you’re hidden.

Ten minutes later, when she was beginning to squirm to prevent pins and needles, she heard the front door close. Stilling immediately, she strained her ears. Haz and Tom were chatting as they walked towards the car. The muffled voices came closer and she curled up tight, holding her breath. The car doors opened and bags were thrown in. They both got in the car and Harrison started the engine. She sighed with relief. Undetected.

Her: We’re leaving the house now, get ready.

Harry: Ok.

She locked her phone and slipped it into her back pocket. She settled in, Harry was up first.

She couldn’t see them, but the boys were quiet. She knew Harrison was probably mentally preparing for his role. The whole prank depended on his ability to sell the fear of the ‘monster in the woods’; having said that, Tom scared easily. A giggle almost escaped her lips as she thought about it. She clamped a hand over her mouth and prayed she hadn’t been caught. Neither of the boys said a word. She was fine.

They had been driving for a short distance now, and she guessed they were very close to Harry’s hiding spot.

Right on time, Harrison spoke up.

“I need to pee.”

“Just wait until we get to the gym.”

“No, I can’t wait that long.”

“Fine, hurry up.”

She smiled. This was it.

Harrison pulled the car over and turned off the engine. He exited the car and she heard Tom exhale. She didn’t dare peek a look, not willing to risk being caught. Instead, she tried to steady her breathing, the anticipation causing adrenalin to course through her blood. Very quietly, inch by inch, she repositioned herself. She checked the lock of the seat was undone so that she could quickly push it forward and pounce on Tom.

A moment passed before she heard the car door open. Haz jumped in, and she felt the whoosh of air as he pulled the door closed. She heard his pants and fearful stuttering.

“Wha – what the fuck? Shit, what the fuck was that?” he cried.

Tom seemed more confused than frightened.  

“Are you okay, dude? What’s wrong?”

“Fuck! Tom, there was something in the woods, I’m telling you.”

She was impressed; she could really hear the distress in his voice. He was doing brilliantly.

“What are you talking about? What was out there?” Tom was beginning to panic now.

She pressed her palm against her mouth to keep from laughing. She knew what was coming next.

Still swearing, Harrison turned the engine over and the headlights came on.

She could only imagine Harry standing in front of the car, lit up by the beam of the lights. He was only standing there, but it was enough.

Harrison’s performance reached new heights as he began shouting at the top of his lungs. She heard them shifting in their seats, jostling the entire vehicle.

“Shit! What the fuck is it? Oh my god, Tom! What the fuck? Shit! Fuck! Fuck!”

Tom had broken by now.

“What the fuck? What the fuck? What is that? Shit! Harrison, what the fuck?”

As they had rehearsed, Harry would now ‘disappear’ below the car, allowing her to make her big entrance. Although she couldn’t see him, she knew he had done his part because a shrill, high-pitched shriek filled the small space. It was Tom. She had to draw upon every ounce of will power  not to burst out laughing right then and there. Taking a deep breath, she got into character. She made sure her wig was on properly, covering her face.

“What the fuck? Where did it go?” Harrison yelled.

“Where the fuck is it? Where is it?” Tom screeched. That was her cue.

Shoving the seat down, she crawled forward, letting out an elongated, throaty groan. She was going to have a hoarse throat for the next two days but she didn’t care.  

Hearing her, Tom realised she was behind him. His face contorted into pure terror as he tried to simultaneously turn around and also move away from her. When she reached him, she wrapped her fingers around his neck. She moved her face right up to his ear, still making the strange noise, the tresses of her wig brushing against the side of his face. He struggled in her grasp and his hands came over hers, trying to free himself. He was wrestling within the confines of the seatbelt, his body cowering away from her. He was hyperventilating and his legs were kicking about. His eyes were bugged out and his mouth was open in a strangled scream.

Harrison was next to him, curse words falling from his mouth as he tried – poorly – to help push her away. Due to the awkward angle in which she had come at him, her grip on him wasn’t too firm. He managed to free himself, swinging his arm wildly at her face in an attempt to warn her off. He was flattened against the door, moving as far away from her as possible, breath erratic and sweating. He was leaning all the way towards the dashboard, knee up as protection. Her throat was feeling very dry now and she was relatively blind in the wig. She kept going though, patting her hands over his body to find his neck again, and sounding the horrific groan.

Then, amid their screams, Harrison began to laugh.

“Gotcha!”

With his break in character, she stopped too, sitting back and pulling off the wig. She began to laugh as well. Tom had his hand over his heart, his chest rising and falling dramatically as he tried to catch his breath. Understanding slowly dawned on him and she doubled over laughing, clutching her belly. Harrison slapped Tom on the back, eyes crinkled and an ear-splitting grin upon his face. Looking at her, they convulsed into giggles again. They high-fived, proud of themselves. She wiped away the tears streaming down her face. Tom’s breathing was still uneven and his face conveyed unease. He hadn’t moved from his position against the door and looked between the two of them defensively.

Suddenly, she remembered that Harry was still outside. She looked through the windshield but didn’t see him.

“Harry?” she yelled.

“Harry’s here too?” Tom asked incredulously. He had somewhat recovered and the indignation of being pranked was beginning to set in.

“We’ve been planning this for weeks, mate. We got you so good,” Harrison snickered.

“For fucks sake, you assholes,” Tom uttered, mad at himself for having being so oblivious.

“Where’s Harry?” Haz asked.

“Harry?” she yelled again, looking out all the windows. Still unable to find him, she opened the door and stepped out. The cold hit her like a ton of bricks as she ventured towards the trees, but there was no sign of him.

“Harry?” she called hesitantly. She peered into the darkness. Still nothing. She looked back at the boys in the car but they shrugged, not seeing him either.

With her back to the shrubbery, she didn’t notice Harry jumping out. He yelled, ‘Boo!” and grabbed her from behind. She let out a shriek, hands frantically trying to release herself from his clutches. As her mind rationalised the lack of threat, she began to breathe again. He hugged her to his chest, his deep laugh filling her ears.

“God damn it, Harry!” she chided. The warmth from his body comforted her, the tension leaving her limbs.

“You, div!” she scolded again, removing herself from his hold and glaring at him. He couldn’t even maintain eye contact, he was laughing so hard. Unable to help herself, she broke into a fit of giggles too. He had gotten her fair and square.

They collected the backpack and jackets and walked back to the car. They clambered in once the seat was pushed back up. The drive home was full of the pranksters reminiscing Tom’s reaction as he silently seethed. He was first out of the car, slamming the door on his way out. She quickly got out and caught up to him.

“Oh, come on, Tom,” she tried.

He ignored her, walking into the house and heading for his room. She followed him in and found him sitting on his bed, looking at his phone.

“Leave me alone.”

“Tommm,” she dragged his name out, kneeling beside him.

“It was just a joke, Tom. We were only having some fun,” she reasoned.

“Whatever.”

She poked his cheek.

“Come on, Tom, you know it was funny.”

She poked him again. And again. Poke. Poke.

He caught her finger in his fist.

Stop.”

“Fine.”

“Hey, what if we get Harry and Haz back? Just you and me?” she suggested.

At this, he finally looked at her.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” she asked hopefully. She didn’t like it when Tom was mad at her.

“Yeah,” he smiled.

“Yay!” she cheered softly, so as not to be heard by the other two boys.

“Can you get out of that gown though? It’s creepy,” Tom shuddered.

“Harry thought I was hot,” she sneered, hopping off the bed.

“Harry’s an idiot.”

“Mmhm,” she murmured as she removed the gown. Dropping it to the floor in a heap, she sat beside Tom once more.

“Okay, so what kind of prank were you thinking?”


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The Laundry Fic

Pairing: Amazing Phil & Daniel Howell (Phan)

Genre: Fluff, Light Smut, Head-cannon?

Word Count: 1800

Inspired by:  So we all know from Dan’s latest video that he spent his early years of Uni travelling down to Phil’s flat to do ‘laundry’. Here’s that fic. (Despite the title, I promise it’s not one of those fics). 

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WOWZA WOWEE HOOO SHIT OH GOSH THIS WAS GOOD THIS WAS VERY VERY GOOD IT’S POST-SPN SCOUTTHOUGHTS!

  • LMAO cas sniffing the waitress 
  • THE EDITING AND DIRECTING OF THIS EP IS SUPERB like i know it’s an ep directed by rich so i’m just the tiniest bit biased but the way it’s done makes me think of the old school gabe eps 
  • I AM MAKING THE GROSSEST FACE I KNOW CAS WILL BE OK BUT AW NO BABY 
  • all this archangel imagery…..i want mary to meet them……MICHAEL IS STILL IN THE DAMN CAGE…. 
  • oh no. oh. dean and cas D: 
  • …AND SUDDEN CROWLEY :D 
  • finally some juicy myth arc stuff hoooo buddy oh yessss 
  • THE LANCE!!! OF!!!! MICHAEL!!!! 
  • new demonic royalty oh shiiiiiiit!!!!! he’s just like. chill 
  • [shrill, high-pitched whining noises] 
  • I’M?????? OH CAS????? OH MY GOD :’( DEAN TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM TOO YA BUTT HEAD 
  • omg i bet misha hated having that black crap in his mouth 
  • dean looking cas deep in the eyes and saying “let’s go home” because WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME ANYONE TOLD ALL OF THEM THEY WERE ALL LOVED 
  • I SCREECHED

I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO COMIC ABOUT BECAUSE IT WAS SO GOOD IT WAS SO GOOD OH MY GOD OHHOOHOO MY GOD

~Monster // Pt. 1~ (Monster!Hamilsquad X Reader)

A/N: i should be sleeping

T/W: blood + angst

Tags: @curiousplanets @gabriels-candy-pile @psycho-b1tch@spookyconsultingcriminal @the-sassy-slytherin @hoesie @stuckonswan @likemyfatherbutboulder @feathamiltontrash474 @batgurl32467 @cutekittybast


It was still dark when you woke up. The sky outside was pitch-black and even star-ier than it had been when you’d fallen asleep, yet no birds chirped outside the window as they usually did – indicating that it was still too early for even them. Laf’s broad chest rose and fell softly under your head; your arms tangled around his waist loosely, his hand running through your hair in rhythmic, half-asleep motions.

Laf always did something with his hands when he slept – whether it was rubbing them up and down your arm slowly or entangle them in the sheets – he needed a reminder that when he woke up, he wouldn’t still be at that God-forsaken carnival with shackles around his wrists.

His feathery wings were curled underneath him, ruffling whenever he furrowed his brow – as though he was scared of something in his dream. On your other side, the warm body of Hercules was entangled somewhat-daintily with John’s cold, smooth figure – both of them lacking any type of covering other than their boxers and – in Hercules’ case – a white, long-sleeved shirt.

But there was something missing.

Nobody was between you and Herc.

You gave a sigh and turned over drowsily, half-expecting to find Alex curled up somewhere, but no – his spot was completely empty. John and Herc must’ve scooted over sometime during the night, because when you reached over to see if Alex had gone to sleep on the end, there was empty space there too.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes, frustration tugging at your sluggish, exhausted mind. You had told the poor boy to come to bed with you guys almost three hours ago – although you were too tired to remember whether or not he had actually come in or not.

He’d been acting strange lately – John chalked-it-up to stress over the coming time change. You knew it was tough for Alex already, and now that it was going to get darker later, he really had no alternative than to either stay at home or stay at work until he could travel under the cover of darkness again.

No light slipped from under the door like it usually did when Alex was awake – indicating he was either passed-out somewhere or in his study – and you yawned before crawling over your sleeping angel to get out of bed. Laf shifted but refused to open his eyes.

Mon chou… It is too early to not sleep. Come back.” He whined, lazily throwing his arms into the air and making a grabby motion with his hands like a small child. You chuckled.

“I’ve just gotta find, ‘Lexi. I’ll be back, baby.” You gave a small peck to his forehead, and he smiled slightly, turning over and scooting in your place to spoon Hercules, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

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laughter

aries: loud, convulsive, uncontrollable. they can howl. very contagious 

taurus  ~ witch’s cackle, high pitched 
gemini - catchy, mischevious pixie giggle 

cancer ~ laughing til crying, wheezer, baby cry laugh sometimes embarrassment  
Leo ~ Lion’s Roar, a gaffaw, hands flailing wildly, thighs are slapped, the heart rate increases 
virgo ~ covering their mouths, bursts out, shrill high pitch 

Libra ~ beautiful laugh, melodic, can be an embarrassed giggle. good at the fake laugh 
scorpio - a snicker, good control of facial muscles, but they can find the absolute hilarious in things

sagittarius - belly laugh, a contagious carry on, the eyes widen and smile too
Capricorn ~ a big belly roar, the body is convulsive, the more they try to suppress it the louder and more uncontrollable it becomes. loud, repetitious, like a split personality 

Aquarius - impulsive bursts of laughter, a bit of a cacophony. the sarcastic laugh, ‘ha’. clever enough to master it 

Pisces - a big build up, contagious, begins with a grin and becomes uncontainable, often toward tears. its a stoner laugh, whats so funny, only pisces sees the joke

-C.

Saudade (5)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: She’s willing to do anything to keep Bucky out of harm’s way, that’s why she’s so expendable, and expendability is dangerous.

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence

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CATCH UP HERE  Part 4

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Originally posted by snowtrooper

She’s always so damn cold.

Her memories were fading rapidly now. She couldn’t recall the last time she saw Bucky. Time was irrelevant now. She felt immune to the pain now. Yeah, it hurt still, but it wasn’t like it was before.

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Push-Ups

Imagine–

“Hey, baby, come motivate me.”

“How?”

“Lay under me.” Harry smirks over at you, raising his eyebrows in a playful manner.

“Alright. I’ll do it.” You smile back, curious to see what his reaction to your agreement would be.

He immediately perks up, looking up at you with a bit of surprise mixed in with excitement. “Really?”

“Yep.” You agree, walking over and shimmying your way under Harry.

He begins to do the exercise and has you count for him, obviously trying to show off.

Every few push-ups he will steal a kiss from you, his lips connecting with yours for a few seconds before he continues his work-out, making you laugh at his flirting.

“Sixty-six, sixty-seven, sixty-eight…” You keep going, too busy giggling as Harry makes silly faces at you to notice Liam walk into the room.

However, Harry notices.

A few more push-ups later he suddenly collapses over you, wrapping his arms around you to bring your bodies closer, and he presses his face into the crook of your neck. Before you can say anything about how sweaty he is, he begins to moan, rubbing himself against your leg as if he were thrusting.

“Oh, Y/N. Harder. Rub harder, baby. Fucking shit, I’m going to cum through my jeans if you keep it up, kitten. Mmmm–oh yeah. Ohh, I’m coming, Y/N!
Right there–faster!”

Confusion takes over your face, but Liam speaks up before you can, finally making you aware of his presence.

“Oh, fuck. I’m so sorry, guys, I didn’t know. I-I–shit–” He stutters, his face becoming flushed, his neck and cheeks tinting different shades of red and pink.

Liam stumbles over his feet, backing up to try and leave the room, running his shoulder right into the door frame.

“Bloody hell, w-who put that there?” He mumbles, turning and finally managing to scurry out of the room, clearly embarrassed.

Harry throws his head back, roaring with laughter. You follow suit, knowing that he had done it on purpose to traumatize Liam. It had been very funny.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” You tell him when you both are done laughing, small giggles still slipping from both of your lips every now-and-then.

“Yeah, I know. But you gotta admit, that was priceless.” Harry snickers.

“It was hilarious.” You can’t help but agree, sliding up from underneath him to push yourself up off the ground, looking down at Harry with a large grin across your face. “But I’m going to go apologize. The poor boy must be crying.”

“You go do that,” Harry comments, flipping over onto his back, extending his arms over his head and stretching out his back. He then crosses his arms behind his head, giving you a cheeky half-smile. “I’ll stay here to recover from my post-orgasmic state.”

You smirk at him, shaking your head as you walk towards the door of the dressing room. “You really are something, Harry Styles.”

“And don’t you fucking forget it, bitch!” Harry calls after you in a shrill, high-pitched voice, imitating a woman.

Laughing, you walk down the hall, heading towards the dressing room Liam and Niall shared to apologize for almost giving Liam a cardiac arrest.

Okay but, TaeGi angst Au where Yoongi is in love with Taehyung but has been cursed as a child to burn everything he touches.

They meet as children when Yoongi is seven and Taehyung five. A sudden outbreak in Korea had occurred exposing all types of mythical creatures and hybrids to the human world. Until then those creatures and families had lived hidden away, of course, with the exposure it forces most of them to move into special nonhuman communities only. Taehyung’s family of witches just happen to move next door to Yoongi’s vampire family.

The day they first see each other they instantly hit it off.

The little boy with messy brown hair and wide eyes literally beams as he sees Yoongi the moment the boy arrives with his parents to introduce themselves. It’s literally so cute the way Taehyung just lights up as he takes in Yoongi’s pale almost translucent skin and baby fangs that peak out when he smiles.

“Mama he’s so pretty!” Little Taehyung hastily yanks on his mother’s skirt from beside her leg and both she and Yoongi’s mother giggle.

“He sure is Taehyunggie.” The little boy’s mother lowers to be eye to eye with her son. “Why don’t you say hello?”

Taehyung nods.

“Hello my name is Kim Taehyung!”  The boy grins wider.

“I-I’m Yoongi.” The elder whispers. “You have really pretty eyes.”

Taehyung gasps, back in his old town he’d constantly be made fun of for his one brown and one golden eyes, he can’t help but blush as Yoongi suddenly hides behind his own mother’s pant leg.

“T-Thank you.”

Taehyung and Yoongi’s mother share a knowing look.


From that day on Taehyung and Yoongi literally become best friends. Both sets of parents will laugh as they wake up in the morning for breakfast or set up for dinner at night and either Taehyung or Yoongi will be at each other’s houses laughing and playing. They become attached at the hip always by each other’s sides and even sneaking out to meet at their connected fences in their backyard to see each other before bedtime.

It’s all sunshine and rainbows until the first time the boys have an accident.


Usually, Yoongi wears black gloves on his hands to protect anyone from getting burned.  This day though, curiosity gets the better of them.

“Hey Hyung,” Taehyung touches Yoongi’s gloves. “Why do you never take these off?”

Yoongi frowns.

“I don’t know, momma just told me I’m supposed to always wear them.”

“Oh! How about you take them off then?” Taehyung looks over Yoongi’s shoulder into the kitchen where their parents are talking to make sure no one is watching them. “Let’s see what happens?”

Yoongi hesitantly nods and slowly starts to pull the black cloth off.  Honestly, the little boy is afraid. He remembers when one time he forgot to put them on and his mom had yelled at him with panic in her voice, he really didn’t want to get yelled at again, he also wanted to make Taehyung happy.

The boy’s hold their breath as Yoongi pulls the gloves on and Taehyung even shuts one eye as Yoongi’s pale fingers become exposed.

Nothing happens.

The boys release their breath and Taehyung giggles.

“See Hyung you’re okay!”

Taehyung reaches out to hold onto Yoongi’s hands and that’s when it happens.


“So how are you liking the neighborh-”

Yoongi’s mother is cut off by Taehyung’s  shrill high pitch scream of pain piercing the entire house.  

All four parents eyes widen and without thinking Taehyung’s mother dashes out to the living room where the boys had been playing and where now the cries are coming from. Yoongi’s mother heart slams against her chest in panic as she follows.

Taehyung lays on the floor, still screaming in pain, as Yoongi stares silently with wide eyes and his little body shaking. The eldest boy’s mother instantly knows what happen when she takes a look at her son’s exposed fingers and the deep pus-filled burns on the Taehyung’s tiny hands.

Yoongi turns to look at his mother and her heart breaks at the horror in the boy’s eyes.

“I-I’m sorry i-”

Yoongi runs out of the house.

Red

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Hi can I request a Draco x Metamorphmagus!reader? She’s in slytherin and Draco likes to tease her because every time she sees him her hair turns a deep red and he doesn’t know what it means so he tease her. And he continues to do that until he sees her hair start to turn blue. Deep red means she likes him and blue means that she’s sad. Draco finds out through hermione because she’s couldn’t see her friends feeling get hurt by him anymore. So angst and fluff I hope u don’t mind!!

Originally posted by nellaey

Draco watches the room through lidded eyes, surveying the on goings of his peers. He vaguely registers that Pansy is prattling away about something next to him but he can’t find it in him to care. He’s searching for someone specific – someone wonderful. Honestly, the only person in the school that he truly cares about. 

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Amnesia Pt.2 | Taeyong

A/N: Is it that part 2 is finally here?! I’m so sorry guys i’ve been remarkably busy nowadays and I didn’t really have the time to write part 2- but here it is~ 

Originally posted by neotechs

Pt.1, Pt.2

Taeyong’s POV

Summary: After an accident, Taeyong, your boyfriend, was left comatose, and you were forbidden by families on both sides from meeting Taeyong again. After a few months, you were informed of Taeyong’s awakening, only to be struck with the news that he had lost most of his memory. You still loved him, you never stopped, but did feelings on your part matter when the guy you loved did not even know who you were?

Word Count: 3,961 (I literally put my heart and soul into this)

Style/ Genre: Scenario/ Angst

Date posted: 31/08/17

*To clear any confusion, the numbers over here refers to the months AFTER the accident happened, just as in part 1. They do NOT refer to the months after Taeyong has woken up from his coma.


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anonymous asked:

"Mom wants you to come home, Juggie." Jellybean says, voice high pitched and shrill. "I'm fine on my own, Jellybean." Jughead replies, not making eye contact with his sister. "Jughead, the Tipton isn't the same without you." Jellybean whispers, voice breaking. "The what."

I’M DECEASED

Neon acoustics reverberate,
I am a song today -
the kind the birds sing
to the wind when it’s howling.
Chirp chirp - cacophonies
exploding with kinetic energies,
I disperse into the aether,
omnipresent and floating -
buzzing into unfilled space.
I am melodical mania manifesting
in off beat erratic electric chords -
every note playing within strikes
like lightning, discordantly.
Asymmetric symphonies fill
my ears until they’re ringing
high pitched, shrill like a kettle
over boiling point, ready to burst.
I open my mouth,
nothing but steam comes out.
—  “Beats In My Head” // © @rarasworldbro

anonymous asked:

What are roadhogs thoughts on junkrats daughter ( it be official now)

Oh my gosh, Junkrat loves his daughter so much. Enjoy!!

In the beginning, Roadhog truly doesn’t care.

Junkrat found you and he’ll be the one to watch over you. And honestly, for the first few weeks, he generally just treats you like that of a pet. (Not cruelly, not at all. But there’s no affection there either.) Picking you up but the back of your collar and telling you no after trying to get into his garage, flicking water at you when you accidentally break something of his; and even, firmly tapping your nose when you do something really annoying or bad. But he’s absolutely no way in charge of taking care of you in any form; Mako firmly puts his foot down about that.

I mean what else is he suppose to think. You only verbally respond or come out from your little hiding space under Junkrat’s workbench when the lanky little man brings you food and stuff to drink. Hell, you’ve got a freaking cup with your name on it and it’s the only thing you’ll drink out of. And, what’s kind of creepy is you have his blank expression on your face most times and it just strikes the wrong cord with him, like child of corn type shit. It’s really just the look of a kid who’s see way too much bad shit in life.

But, as the days goes by, he starts to see that you’re not just a pet to Junkrat. He watches as everyday you and Junkrat hug first thing in the morning. How it’s become a routine for you to sit under whatever table or desk the rat is at and hand back up things that fall, or to crawl over somewhere to grab him something real quick. Hog quite commonly sees Junkrat brushing your hair when it gets too crazy and you sitting in his lap with hand filled of small packaged snacks.

As weeks turn into months, he slowly understands that Junkrat wasn’t going to get bored and neglect you like he had so many other things, that you’re very much important in his friend’s life. He’s still skeptical about your permanent residence sometimes, but that completely changes one afternoon when the three of you go out to get supplies in the little disgusting town a few miles away from their hideout in the outback.

You, like always, hold Junkrat’s hand as they go from stall to stall, and from shop to shop.

A man with crooked teeth suddenly approaches them, asking, “how much?”

Junkrat suspiciously raises his brow. “Whot?”

“The little girl.” The man points to you. “How much? I got money and she’s cute. How old?”

“She’s not for sale, you fucker!!” The thin Junker screams, gaining some other scavengers attention. “Fuck off or I’ll blow your head off!”

The man frowns and walks away, leaving the three of you be. But as Junkrat turns to haggle with a man selling spare parts, Roadhog is momentarily stunned to watch as the man from before blatantly snatches you up and rips you from Junkrat’s hands. What you cry as you kick and scream gives Roadhog chills.

“Jamison! Help!” You scream in a shrill high pitched voice.

In a whirl, Junkrat pounces on the man and you tumble free a little ways away.

“Motha'fucka!! Ya think you can jus steal ma little girl like that!!” Punch after punch, no one stops Junkrat from beating the man. They just keep their heads down and carry on.

Your crying finally stops Junkrat wrath and the junker leaves the man’s bloody and beaten body to race over to you. He holds you close and shushes your crying, softly saying, “it’s gonna be okay.”

Roadhog doesn’t really know what to think about you but he knows you’re good for his friend; no one has called him Jamison for years. Hell, Roadhog didn’t even know that you knew Junkrat’s real name, didn’t even know that Junkrat still remembers. Whatever you are, daughter, pet, friend, you’re good for Junkrat and he doesn’t mind you around.

blanket fort

summary: killua get up!

notes: not angst, just. idek. be warned of massive amounts of fluff. happy birthday killua. killugon, boys being idiots, 700 words.

Killua is woken at the crack of 11:45am by his best friend dragging him out of bed by his feet and dropping him straight on his ass, massive fluffy comforter from this hotel bed tumbling after him.

“What the fuck Gon—” Killua snarls, before he’s smacked in the face with his jeans, followed shortly by a shirt that does not match and what’s probably a clean pair of boxers. At least, they taste clean when they land against his mouth. Hopefully Gon remembered which pile is clean and which one is Gon’s.

“Come on, Killua, come on come on!” Gon says, tossing another shirt at him like he knows the first one doesn’t work. Not that Gon has ever learned anything about clothes, and probably never will, judging by how it’s been five years and he still thinks green and orange is a good combination.

It’s not good, Killua tries to tell himself, but he really can’t. It’s good because it’s Gon.

But screw it, Killua doesn’t want to be up, he doesn’t want to be come on Killua-ing, and dammit he doesn’t want to be leaving his bed at all. And since the bed is up there, and it’s too much effort to go back into it, Killua does his best to curl up in the blanket and ignore his too awake, too sunny best friend. “It’s my birthday. I wanna sleep. G’nite, Gon,” he grumbles, and curls up in a ball.

“Killuaaaaaaaa.” Gon pulls his name out into a whine that leaves it high-pitched and shrill, but it isn’t enough to make Killua leave his blanket ball. He could attempt a rescue mission on the pillows, but that would leave him open to being awake. And that is not acceptable.

Also not acceptable is Gon tugging his ankles out and starting to shove his legs into jeans. Killua unspools himself enough from his blanket enough to try to kick his best friend in the face, succeeding only in freeing one leg. Gon fumbles to try to restrain him, pulling one pants leg almost up to the knee before losing his grip. “Killua, we’re going to be late. Get dressed!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Gon drops on top of his legs, shoving aside the blanket and utterly failing to finish with the jeans. But it also keeps Killua from continuing to scramble away as Gon shoves a shirt over his head. “Let me go!”

“This wouldn’t be such a problem if you got dressed and let us leave.”

“This wouldn’t be such a problem if you just left and let me sleep.”

“You know we can’t!”

Killua wriggles desperately, and only succeeds in giving Gon an opening to further pull his shirt on. It also tangles his arms through one of the sleeves, the soft cotton creaking warningly as he pulls too hard. “Dammit, Gon, I like this shirt.”

“Then put it on!”

“No!”

Gon growls and tugs again. “Killua—”

There’s a loud knock at the door, and Killua peers around his best friend to see his little sister standing in the threshold to his room, one hand over her eyes. “Gon, I told you to get Brother up, not make sure he never leaves the room,” she says.

Killua is abruptly aware of exactly what this might look like: both of them wrestling with his clothes, Killua’s hair an absolute mess and his pants caught around his knees, Gon on top of him. Killua feels his cheeks explode and he does his best to pull his shirt on all the way. “I’ve been trying,” Gon says, and gestures at the mess like it’s all Killua’s fault.

Despite having her eyes covered, Alluka gives both of them an expression of pure disbelief. “We’re never going to make the chocorobo factory tour if we don’t leave now, and then your birthday present will be ruined.”

“Why didn’t you just say so?” Killua asks Gon.

He grins, eyes dancing. “Maybe if I put your clothes on myself, I would know how to get them off later?”

Killua’s throat goes completely dry. “Is that a promise?” he manages, voice much smoother than he expects.

Gon’s smile widens dangerously.

Alluka sighs, stomping the room in as few steps as possible to pull Gon out by the back of his neck just before he presses his lips to Killua’s. He shrugs apologetically and lets himself be dragged away. “We’re leaving in two minutes, Brother!” she calls. 

A Very Bad Idea (M) // Choi Youngjae

Originally posted by markjin

Pairing: Youngjae x Reader (ft. the other members of GOT7)

Genre: Smut, Comedy

Summary; As you and Youngjae are about to get a little heated together, the rest of GOT7 walk in on you both.

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We’ll rise up.  Chapter 4 - The surprise

Previously Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3


Claire headed south and continued by the Seine, walking fast towards the Hospital de Agnes with her eyes on the white clouds painted on the water’s surface. Going to the hospital required her taking a different route than the one she took this morning, to Raymond’s. Considering this, maybe it was for the best since nobody would see her twice the same day, alone and away from Saint Antoine. She was more anxious now, her thoughts still lingered in Raymond’s words. She had seen the violence in men’s eyes while they gathered their weapons to attack another manor-house and a new tyrant, and she had seen revenge routing deep in their hearts. She thought that she was safe, but what if Raymond was right?

She hadn’t resided in the eastern, poorer part of Paris all of her life.

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