*breathes in loudly*

Geen zorgen voor de dag van morgen.

Commission for @peachylevi (thank you paps <3)

  • Ereri
  • Canonverse
  • Mild angst and fluff, sfw
  • 3k words

“Stop breathing so loudly,” Levi groaned right next to him, shifting to his other side so the his back was presented to Eren instead of his face.

‘I’m trying’ the latter wanted to say, but no sound was capable of leaving his throat as it was squeezed shut by an immense pressure that he didn’t know where it was coming from.

The pressure wasn’t only pressing on his throat, the burden had spread to his bare chest, making it harder for the brunet to breathe to his corporal’s annoyance.

They were sharing a sleeping bag, since Hange had put theirs on fire and had claimed Eren’s as their own. Forcing the guy to look for another sleeping compartment and ending up in sleep sag along with the raven.

The two had been closer than they’d ever been over the past few years, but they weren’t particularly used to being this close.

“And you’re too fucking tall Jaeger,” Levi added, grunting as he wriggled onto his back again and looked up to the fabric of the tent that was keeping them safe and warm from the cold evening’s temperature.

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me being (very) brutally honest with the signs

Aries- You’re such a goddamn hothead all the goddamn time. Not everyone likes to be constantly doing something every second of every day. You get angry with people for the smallest and most trivial reasons but god forbid someone take a dig at you. You’re such a hypocrite and it’s annoying as fuck. You act like an edgy teenager that’s constantly throwing a tantrum. You also boss people around and expect everyone to just follow your lead and if they don’t, you get pissed at them for having a mind of their own. You seriously need to take a look at your life and stop seeing everything as a fucking challenge that’s rigged against you. My god, I get tired just being in your presence. 

Taurus- You’re a lazy fuck and way too materialistic and possessive. You literally have no desire to do anything because you love to sit on your ass. You take “treat yourself” to a whole new level and not in a healthy way whatsoever. It seems like every chance you get you cause arguments and then you contradict whatever the other person is saying just because you can’t look at anything from a different point of view. Even if you get to the point where you realize you’re in the wrong and the other person is right, you’ll just continue to argue for the sake of arguing and god forbid your ego take even the slightest blow. It’s irritating as shit like you really think you know best when in reality you’re just a stubborn bitch. What a bore.

Gemini- Look, I know you guys get a lot of flak. But take this into consideration…… it’s because most if not all of it is FUCKING TRUE. You have so many different personalities I don’t know which one is even real. You gossip 24/7 and flip-flop between who you talk to and who you talk about. You’re completely unreliable and unpredictable and also clingy as fuck. Seriously, I feel like I can’t get away from you. I just want to go to the bathroom, I don’t need to hear the story right now about how Sarah said that Dylan said that Kimberly found a sock in the dryer that wasn’t hers. Literally no one cares. Another thing that you do is once you get tired of someone, you just throw them away like garbage. (Also Trump is a gemini, and I know you guys can’t control that but like come on. Of course he’s a gemini.)

Cancer- You really need to stop being so whiny or I’m actually going to lose it. Everyone has problems so stop acting like such a victim all the goddamn time. You’re so moody all the time and you act like a small child that needs to have their diaper changed. You also cling onto people as soon as you meet them and cry if someone doesn’t answer your text within 5 fucking minutes. Don’t you have your own life to live? Oh wait, I forgot you spend every second in a dark room and refuse to come outside unless it’s to answer the door because you ordered shitty takeout. You consider changing your clothes adventurous and honestly it’s so boring. Introverted doesn’t even describe you, you’re more like a complete hermit (CRAB. HA!)

Leo- Hey leo, wow, are you actually reading this? I’m kind of shocked because I never thought you’d ever stop looking at yourself in the mirror. Seriously, you’re probably the most vain sign out of all of us. So much so that if someone criticizes you in even the smallest way, you get so offended and act like you’ve been shot in the chest. You think so highly of yourself, and while it’s great to have confidence, you take it to the next level, which is extreme arrogance. You love to have the conversation focused around you. You’re the type of friend that if someone is telling you about their problem or just their day in general, you’ll interrupt them and start talking about yourself and it’s DAMN ANNOYING. How do you still have friends?

Virgo- I’m gonna tell you right now, you’re not as perfect as you think you are. You’re so quick to critique other people that you write them off as not good enough before even getting to know them. You’re the type of person that would tell their friend that they were breathing too loudly. For fucks sake, you’re such an over analyzing pedant it makes me want to slap you in the face with my fucking asymmetrical hand. Your pessimism is damn near blinding, I probably wouldn’t want to hang around you for more than 10 minutes or you’d make me feel self conscious about how I fucking walk or some shit. You can’t take or make a joke. You’re skeptical about everything and you’re completely inflexible. You like to think of yourself as an intellectual but really you’re stuck up, narrow minded and someone I constantly find myself rolling my eyes at.

Libra- You are manipulative as shit. You’ll tell someone they look good without even looking up from your phone. You lie all the time and don’t really give a fuck if you hurt other people’s feelings because you really only look out for yourself. You’re also a huge fucking coward. When your friends need you to have their back and actually be there for them, you run and hide and say, “Oh sorry I just didn’t want to get involved!”. What a lame fucking excuse for ditching your friend in their time of need. You’re also extremely indecisive to the point where it’ll take you 3 hours just to choose where you want to go eat. It’s tiring as fuck. Just MAKE A CHOICE FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE. Have your own fucking opinion. You’re like a goddamn sheep.

Scorpio- Why the FUCK are you so aggressive for no fucking reason? You manipulate people just for the fun of it. You get jealous so easily and usually you don’t even have a reason to be jealous. You just are. It’s pathetic. You like to think that you’re so cool and mysterious but in reality people just see you as a moody and brooding asshole that no one really wants to bother getting to know. I mean, why would they? What’s the point? Every time someone even tries to get close to you, you completely brush them off and act like you don’t care about them because keeping your “mystifying” aura is soo important to you. And if you do let someone in, you treat them like they’re your possession and it’s creepy as hell. You obsess over them and you want to control them. God forbid they hang out with someone that isn’t you and then you resent them for no goddamn reason other than having a life of their own. Do me a favor scorpio and don’t talk to me.

Sagittarius- Honestly if a sag is reading this, you’re just straight up getting a taste of your own medicine. You’re tactless as shit and it makes me not want to be around you, ever. You’re inconsiderate of others and impatient with everyone. If someone isn’t moving up to your standards you will become agitated and aggressive and then you take it out on the person. You constantly need to be doing something else because your attention span lasts about 2 fucking seconds. You act like an 8 year old. You’re also really superficial. You don’t bother getting to know the deeper layers of a person because, like I said, you’re impatient and also just plain lazy. You take people for granted and are careless when handling the feelings of people closest to you. You’re also a really self-obsessed know-it-all. Go climb a fucking tree, sag.

Capricorn- Four words. Lighten. The fuck. Up. You are by far the most power-hungry of all the signs. You take everything so completely seriously that I don’t even know if you understand what “fun” even is. You always have to have two feet on the ground at all times and you can never ever be spontaneous and it’s so fucking dull. You’re conservative and disdainful nature can be so overbearing at times that even your friends need to get away from you. That is, if you have friends. You’re a complete pessimist so who knows if anyone can actually tolerate that. You constantly have to be the most successful person in a room, and you make sure you reach this level of success through abusive and controlling behavior towards the people around you. Your selfishness grosses me out.

Aquarius- I asked you what time it was. I didn’t ask you if I was afraid of time passing or the fact that it’s a manmade construct. For fucks sake, just shut the fuck up about this deep shit for once. I don’t want to contemplate how large the universe really is at fuckin 8:30 am on a Monday. You’re rebellious even when it doesn’t matter and honestly all it does is piss people off. You’re constantly trying to deviate from the norm that you make the same fucking mistakes that other people already made, but you don’t fucking learn from other people’s mistakes because you always have to go your own way. Maybe listen to other people for once? You’re the most detached sign out of all of them and you hurt people by acting aloof all the fucking time but you don’t care because you chalk it up to “this is who I am!!! I need my freedom!!!!”. You need to actually think about how your actions affect people you care about because if you don’t, you’re REALLY gonna end up alone and you won’t be able to do a damn thing about it. 

Pisces- You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself all the time and get it through your head that you’re not always the damn victim. You don’t take responsibility for your actions and you always find a way to blame it on someone else because you’re NEVER in the wrong, are you? Poor little pisces. You’re not as innocent as you want everyone to believe. You’re constantly daydreaming and it becomes really annoying when I’m trying to talk to you and you just completely zone out because you love living in your little imaginary world. You’re the WORST at solving your own problems and conflicts because instead of dealing with them you just avoid it all together and end up leaving the mess for someone else to clean up. You’re really nosy- you love to get in other people’s business. But you don’t go to the person directly, you have to be sneaky about it and gather rumors from other people. You’re also very over-sensitive. Out of all the signs, you’re by far the most likely to respond to this post saying how this isn’t true and that I’m just a “big fat meany!!!” and then add a bunch of angry/crying emojis.

(disclaimer: Don’t worry, I don’t really hate your sign (unless you’re a  * * * * * * … lmao). This was just for fun and I know it’s harsh. Don’t take it too personally. You’re an individual and ultimately you determine who you really are. Except for you, * * * * * * . Fuck you.) 

Character Mannerisms

Here’s some considerations for the tiny little details that can add a lot to a character. Figuring out these mannerisms can do a lot for conveying character traits through their normal actions rather than just their thoughts, dialogue, etc.

  • How’s their posture? There are more options than just sitting up straight or slouching a lot. What’s their most comfortable sitting position? Do they have a consistent posture or does it change depending on situation / present company? 
  • How’s their etiquette? Do they hold the door for people behind them? How do they handle handshakes and other kinds of typical contact? Does their language change or become more formal when speaking to strangers? To their elders? To their superiors? 
  • In a crowded space, do they get out of people’s way, or do people get out of THEIR way? 
  • How do they point something out? Pointing their finger? Nodding their head? A flippant wave of the hand?
  • What are their comfort gestures or self-touch gestures? Common comfort gestures include rubbing the back of the neck or gripping their own arms. Can they suppress these gestures or do they do them often?
  • Also consider the character’s common reactions to common emotions. Do they whoop when they’re excited? Do they tremble when angry? 
  • What parts of the body are the most expressive? Do they shuffle and stomp their feet a lot when agitated or excited? Are they a hand talker? Do they have an impressive range of motion with their eyebrows?
  • How do they sound? Do their car keys jingle as they walk? Do they drag their feet? Do their heels clack resoundingly on hard floors? Do they breathe loudly? Do they fidget in ways that make a lot of noise?
  • How do they handle eye contact?
  • Any behaviors they reserve for moments when they’re alone? (Or possibly among family/friends that don’t care?) Do they pick their nose? Do they bite their toenails? Do they sniff their armpits? Or do they not care if people see behavior like this?
  • Apart from comfort gestures, what else do they do to comfort themselves in trying times? What’s their go-to self care? What’s their comfort food? Where’s their safe space?
  • What are they doing with themselves as they’re suppressing emotion? Lip biting, fist clenching, and avoiding eye contact are common methods of coping with strong emotions.

You stop in your pace and look towards her. Recalling Naruto’s words,

“Listen, if you hold her hand… maybe she’ll get the message that y’know…” 

Even though Naruto, of all people, is the worst person to ask advice from, you think to yourself it couldn’t hurt to be a little more bold and hold her fucking hand. It’s not like you’re already trying to be bold but she hasn’t been noticing any of your previous gestures. 

You pause before looking away, holding up your hand to her gaze. 

Sakura’s eyes widen to your raised palm. 

Honestly, it really couldn’t hurt to hold hands, you’ve been wanting to do it for quite a w–

Sakura places her bag of groceries on the palm of your hand and smiles. 

“You didn’t have to Sasuke-kun, but if you insist!”

You then hear her giggle and she walks away.  

Your extended palm holds the groceries that Sakura bought earlier and you think to yourself, 

this is going to take some time. 

-but that’s ok. 

  • Fenrys, to Dorian: the stars are really beautiful tonight
  • Dorian: yeah, they are
  • Fenrys: you know what else is beautiful?
  • Dorian, under his breath: you
  • Fenrys: what

yeah but like

…..most of alderaan probably thought leia was a jedi anyway.

I mean, one minute the viceroy is a lauded senator and alderaan’s queen is childless, and the jedi are heroes, fighting a noble war against the separatists. Then suddenly the chancellor emperor is declaring that the jedi had to be cleansed, and senator organa slinks back to alderaan in unexplained semi-disgrace, and the queen has an infant daughter who is just Way Too Pale to be either bail or breha’s natural-born child 

“an orphan,” the queen and viceroy of alderaan tell absolutely everyone.

“a jedi orphan,” absolutely everyone replies. “saved from the destruction of the jedi temple. where the jedi lived.”

“no no, just a regular normal orphan with nothing force-sensitive about her! what a silly idea, our daughter being a powerful jedi. are we even sure jedi really existed? emperor palpatine makes some good points, about them never having existed.“

“we literally have 700 hours of holonews footage that’s just viceroy organa hanging out on the warfront with a bunch of jedi.”

“I don’t recall that,” bail says cheerfully. “and neither does my daughter, who is force-sensitive as a box of bricks.”

(leia is eight when she dreams of her father in the war. he is holding a sword of fire, and he breathes too loudly, harsh in her ears—she is scared, and so she reaches for him, seeking comfort,and suddenly he turns on her. he is shadow and death and that awful sword of fire, not her father at all, and he says in a breath of smoke, who—?

she wakes up to her father’s arms, real and warm, cradling her to his chest. it was only a nightmare, bail says, as she cries. shh, it wasn’t real.)

”on alderaan, they say she was an orphan rescued from the destruction of the jedi temple,” general tarkin says. “that she is a jedi too.” the footage is grainy, but tarkin can make out the shape of her well enough, the princess throwing herself against the cell door. such dramatics.

“impossible,” darth vader says from beside tarkin. “I killed every child that breathed.”

(well. he isn’t wrong.)

Paper Hearts (Part 13)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 5.1k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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Request: Penny being creepy af but he just wanna cuddle

Words: Combination of headcanons/imagine (1K +)

Warning: None

  1. Pennywise stands closer to you when he wants to cuddle and you’re busy
  2. He buries his face in your neck and stands there without any context
  3. He won’t for the life of him actually tell her he wants to cuddle
  4. He’s like a fucking cat, just getting annoying until you give in
  5. He starts drooling even more and you start to get freaked out that he’s hungry
  6. He sniffs you, breathing heavily and loudly
  7. Wrapping his arms around you and holding you close, he sometimes will pull you to the floor and drag you to where the two of you rest until he just hoists you on top of him (he loves it when you lay on him)
  8. Pennywise doesn’t stop himself from staring at you, which worsens when he wants any kind of attention
  9. He’ll fucking start kissing you until you have to push him off, just kissing you really lazily and messily, drool falling from your chins and him murmuring incoherent words
  10. You’ll hear random giggles and cackles coming from his lair. 
  11. Pennywise is extra. He’ll do the whole show to get your attention–Starting off with dancing (don’t forget the explosions) and then just pounce on you and pull you into a cuddling sessions. You have no idea what just happened, other than you just saw your boyfriend dancing to Cotton Eyed Joe. 
  12. Pennywise doesn’t know how to emoticon, so all of his messages are in his body language. You have to pull your eyes away from his face because you start fearing that there’s something else he wants altogether. 
  13. After the two of you have been cuddling for a while, he’ll murmur that you smell nice or that he’s thinking of eating you. That boy doesn’t know etiquette at all and thinks he’s complimenting you.
  14. He’ll ask you to touch his hair. Suspiciously, you’ll run your fingers through the poofy mess while he purrs, totally expecting to get a handful of maggots or something disgusting as one of his tricks.
  15. Pennywise rolls his eyes back and to the sides from pleasure, which you can never get used to so when he lets them roll before closing them, you always cringe. 

You cleared your throat and furrowed your eyebrows, leaning against the wall with the blankets and blown up mattress you were sitting on comfortable to a point until you had to adjust yourself. Your legs crossed, you flipped the page to your book. Reading along the fine print text without any other attentive distractions. The lair was silent for the most part of the day, however, you heard a small giggle echo through the lair, and looked up slightly. Not wishing to see your boyfriend tearing through some lunch. 

“Penny?” You spoke up, sighing when you didn’t get an answer. Whatever he was doing, you didn’t necessarily want to know. So you went back to your book, turning the page after a few breaths. Another giggle, closer now, made you snap your book closed. “Pennywise.”  Shouting ahead, you continued. “Don’t you dare think about-” A giggle fell onto your shoulder, followed by the feeling of hair brushing against your face. Looking up, you then saw Pennywise-His limbs like a spider, his torso facing upward and twisted to look at you. You sucked in a breath, holding it before you screamed what the fuck. He giggled again, skittering down the hall and then twisting his body back into its normal form, blowing the orange hair from his eyes and then crawling over you. Knocking the books from your hands, you groaned. “Penny I don’t-I can’t-do this right now.” 

Meeting your eyes, he nodded his head towards you and you raised your eyebrows in suspicion. Pennywise nodded again, his gloved hand coming to yours and pulling up while he cracked a toothy smile, waiting for your hand to hesitantly lift itself. Running your fingers through his floofy hair, you were surprised that you felt the soft texture instead of the image falling away to reveal some horror. Which, always made him laugh. Instead, you heard a loud purring sound coming from Pennywise’s throat while he moved slowly around you, curling himself and winding his limbs so that he buried his nose into your neck, his lips suckling only slightly and to the point where you involuntarily tightened your grip in his hair. 

With a breath, you then closed your eyes, pushing his hair away from your mouth before Pennywise gave a small nibble, right over your pulse. You couldn’t help but yelp slightly, feeling a smile form on his lips, which were still firmly pressed against your skin. He stayed like that, sitting on you with no regard for his weight, until he exhaled, wrapping his arms under yours and hauling you against him. You went limp, allowing him to move you wherever he wanted, knowing that resisting him would only make him angry. Something you didn’t have the energy to deal with at the moment. 

Pennywise pulled you on top of him, and you rested your head against his chest, a small smile on your mouth with your eyes closed and his arms still wound tightly around you. You kissed his jaw, burying your fingers back into his hair, the vibrations of his purrs soothing you as you kept your eyes closed, putting your head back on his chest. Knowing that before he would close his eyes you’d have to watch his eyes roll-fall-to the sides, which just the thought managed to make you shiver. There were no words spoken in the time it took him to get the message across that he only wanted to cuddle, something common from Pennywise, his body language showing his mood and desires, and his eyes deceiving you into fear. 

TITLE: The Things You Do For Love

IMAGINE: Steve and (Y/N) getting into a fight and her doing something for him that she hates. 

[gif is not mine. I am back! Requests are open, so do it. Reviews will be lovely.]

She stepped inside the compound, the brown bag held tightly in her hands. (Y/N) took a deep breath and opened the door. She locked eyes with the Avengers, minus the one that she was looking for. “Where is he?”

Tony gestured towards the door to the gym, “Might want to not go in there. He’s in a bit of a mood.”

(Y/N) sighed and walked towards the kitchen counter. “Tell me about it.”

“What happened?”

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Hot Like Burning

Sterek, 2.5K words, Teen

AU, Firefighter Derek

In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.

Stiles winces as he turns the corner, unbearably nervous like he always is whenever he drives Lydia’s car, and pulls into the fire station. He offered this morning to help her with any errands she needed, and she asked him to take her car to the fire station and have them install the car seat. Stiles had no idea this was even a thing—seriously, how hard is it to put in a car seat?—but unsurprisingly, Lydia is as fastidious about her unborn child’s safety as she is about everything else.

He parks just outside the front door, careful not to block the big bays with the two fire trucks, and wanders inside. “Hello?” he calls out. There’s a noise coming from the other side of the fire truck, so Stiles keeps walking in that direction, then nearly trips over his own two feet.

There’s a guy, crouched down as he washes the wheel well of the fire truck, and Stiles is 101 percent sure that he’s the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He’s frowning, as if he’s pissed at the task in front of him, but it only serves to show off the sharp cut of his jaw under a very nicely-shaped short beard. He’s wearing a tight short-sleeved SFFD t-shirt, which is wet in patches and very clearly showing off the muscled physique underneath.

“Holy shit.”

The guy’s head jerks up at that, his eyes wide, and his gaze locks with Stiles’ for a long second before slowly drifting down the rest of his body. Stiles damn near forgets how to breathe because yep, this impossibly hot dude is most definitely checking him out.

Stiles has never believed in love at first sight, and he still doesn’t, but as of this moment he most certainly does believe in…familiarity at first sight? Cosmic connection? Just plain lust? He has no fucking clue.

But he yelps a little in surprise, then actually manages to trip over nothing, only catching himself by clutching the pillar next to him, which oh fuck, is actually the fire pole. He finally rights himself, grimacing with both arms spread for balance, and then slaps a hand over his eyes with a plaintive groan.

“Oh my god. Hi, hello, my name is Stiles. Uh, any chance we can start over and pretend that this excruciatingly embarrassing encounter didn’t happen?”

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The Labyrinth Finale

Originally posted by baebsaes

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU 

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 4.7k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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A/N: And here we are! 1 year and 7 months later, we have finally arrived at the final chapter of The Labyrinth. There have been countless times when I just wanted to discontinue this series and quit writing overall because of the lack of an audience, and yet I persevered because this was a story I wanted to tell and it is a work of mine I hold dear to me. But alas, more and more people started to read this massive series, and before I knew it, the reason I continued to write this series was not only for me, but also for you, my readers. So thank you so much, because YOU guys are one of the reasons why I’ve been able to learn the things that I did from writing The Labyrinth. It saddens me that this is where it all ends, but I’d like to take this time to thank you all, those from the beginning, middle, and even future, for the endless support and I love you all so very much. Without further ado, here is the final chapter of The Labyrinth! // 01/29/16 ~ 08/01/17

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  • me, standing in the living room of Darth Vader's Humble Mustafar Abode: wow anakin i love you you're my hero i'm your biggest fan i'm so proud of u wow the way you killed those rebels?? Iconic the way you just *inhales* *exhales* breathe really fkcing loudly?? iconic. everything you do is iconic will you please step on me with your prada boots?? please sign my forehead with your lightsaber. you got wifi in this place?
  • darth vader: literally how did you get in my house
7th times the charm

Bill recounts his first seven kisses, it only took him that long before he found who he was looking for in a mess of curls and a kiss to his palm.
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I     Beverly

Beverly was Bill’s first kiss. They were in third grade. The stage lights danced across Bill’s vision the same way that Bev’s fiery hair danced when she laughed - she laughed a lot. The entire school and his own parents were watching, his heart was in his throat as he stuttered out the lines. The words got caught in his throat, the lights were taunting him while the audience merged into a uniform sea look of pity and forced grins.

His Peter Pan costume was hanging off his shoulders - it was much too big. Even to this day, Bill still remembers the trailing of his pants along the floor, the conscious thoughts of the movement of his feet to avoid tripping. Anxious butterflies fluttered around his stomach in a way that Bill wouldn’t feel again for several years, the knot that built up in his throat and the quickening heartbeat were all signs and Bill knew.

He was in love.

He was in love with Beverly Marsh, the girl who sat two desks away from him. She bought him a Christmas card and wrote a smiley face in a glittery lilac pen. She twirled her hair and chewed her pencils, she came into school late and forgot her homework and she was perfect.

Bill, of course, wasn’t actually in love - we don’t have to let him know that.

This kiss - the ending scene - was the most important thing in little Bill’s life. To his parents, the teachers and over an ocean of faceless people, this was just a show. Oh no, but to Bill - he knew better - he knew this was going to be how he met his wife, they would get married on the playground, just like Robert McNeill and Kathy Gates.

He messed up his last line in anticipation of the kiss, and just then, with a soft smile and a flurry of freckles - Bill Denbrough had his first kiss.

Nerves, Faces, Freckles.

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Summary: A series of firsts; Betty and Jughead explore the steamy side of being a couple.

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(Warning: MUCH SIN AHEAD! This is a pure smutty fic, way explicit and utterly graphic. It follows Betty and Jughead down the road of testing the waters with each other until the inevitable happens ;) You asked, so I deliver :P I also tried to incorporate it into the plot of Rivedale in order for the story to have a much more realistic sense in a way! Anyway, thank you so much darlings for your compliments and your amazing feedback!! I hope you all enjoy!)

 La Petite Mort - 1. Innocence Lost

I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor

Love is all, all my soul

You’re my playground love

A light breeze caresses the leaves of the oak tree next to Betty’s opened window and twirls inside her dimly lit room to the beat of some mellow tunes that echo lightly from her golden rose laptop. The ruffle curtains sway under the feathery force of the physical change that disrupted the otherwise calm evening, the shadow of the sheer material dancing over the profile of the two teens that are tangled up with each other on the princess-like double bed at the center of the room.  They are in their own world of first time loving and blissful adolescent ignorance, enjoying the momentary peace and quiet of their hectic small town, drama-filled lifestyle, getting lost in the feeling of drowning deeper and deeper in a sea of amour and lust.

Wet sounds of tongues lazily exploring the new-found territory of each other’s lips and steady beating of two Eros wounded hearts are suppressed by the singer’s voice that urges them to carry on in the background and Jughead is ashamed to admit that his mind fails to register what movie that song musically decorated, even though he swears it’s in the tip of his tongue. But then again the tip of his tongue is now being sucked by Betty Cooper’s voluptuous lips and he can hardly pinpoint anything anymore, not even his own name.

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Bellamy X Reader: Angst, smut

Request? Yes:

Bellamy smut where he sees one of the delinquents try to get the reader in bed, and he beats him up. Reader argues with him and he tells her he just wants to protect her, and sweet sex comes afterwards.

Author’s note: I wrote this pretty quickly, so I apologize if it’s got some grammatical/spelling errors. I just wanted to give something to my lovely followers that have stuck with me since the beginning. I really appreciate those of you that haven’t deserted me since the Harry era began. I know it’s probably sort of annoying. Xoxo. Hope you enjoy!

It’s probably been the best night you’ve had on the ground. All of the delinquents are surrounding a monster of a bonfire. There’s been no sign of grounders for a week, and everything seems so peaceful. Monty made up a large batch of moonshine and Finn found a stereo somewhere, complete with a collection of music more than a century old. Everyone is bubbly with alcohol and calmed by the tunes. Even Murphy lets his head bob along to the beat.

Your own body is buzzing with intoxication, just to the point of a pleasurable, meditative happiness. All of your nerves are electrified and the music digs its way to your core. It only takes a few moments of observing the scene before you’re on your feet with another small group of delinquents, swaying with your eyes closed. Nothing matters but the soft beat of the drums and the chill of the air.

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He doesn’t like to cuddle. He likes to grip my hips and pull the fibers of pink tissue in shreds from my lip with his teeth. He throws his hands in the air like a messiah and leans his head out the open window. easy. breathe. codeine. breeze. We laugh loudly and kiss loudly and moan loudly. He mouths vulgar things that make me giggle in front of our friends. I run my hand along the seam off his tight black jeans beneath the table top. He rolls his eyes and smirks at me. We take every opportunity to touch, to feel, so secretly. So public. Exhibitionist pleasure. We play like children, tousling my hair and I climb on his back. We roll spliff after spliff and talk rapidly and vigorously and trip over each others sentences like a sidewalk crack. He says “us” like it means “amen” and his eyes burn wild with a fire of passion. We get drunk. Off of wine and skin and things we love. His smile erupts across his face like it could shatter his cheekbones. His eyes glimmer like a lake catching the glare of the moonlight. A glint of silver is growing up the side of his hairline. He thinks it makes him look distinguished. I laugh and agree. He loves to be so much older than me. He thinks it makes him wise. We spend a lot of time in hotel rooms with the doors shut. (We spend a lot of time outside of hotel rooms with our mouths shut.) He thinks the Xanax makes the sex last longer and I don’t argue. I always wake up first. I sit at the desk and work quietly and glance at him in the sheets. Vulnerable and quiet. Soft face. Soft sounds. A warm cup of coffee and marmalade light through the windows. We bond over love for our brothers. We fight over where the chord change should go. We tease, oh we tease. He likes clean socks and messy hair and he runs his fingers down my overall straps with a tigers grin. He writes his name in the fog on the mirror from where he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my face against the glass. He loves soul music. We sing confidently and triumphantly. I tap my fingers like spiders legs across his bare chest and undo his buttons one by one. I toss my head back and laugh maniacally and pout my lips when he won’t be fair. He speaks like a pastor and trips over his words, his tongue struggles to meet his brain. That’s how a prodigy thinks. (Or it’s the drugs). He knows when my words are about him and he lets it all go to his head and I don’t care because I love to watch him love himself. We laugh and fuck and play and write and plot and say goodbye and never worry. He is my occasional constant. A parody of himself. A paradox of ever present and transparent. I don’t care what he is.
—  Halsey talking about Matty Healy