I might have to do more of these just 'cause looking up old books for ideas was so fun

Sisters in the snow

posted by reddit user MCDexX

I remember it like it was yesterday, although it was decades ago.

My sister and I had been fighting again, like we did so often, like I suspect most sisters do at that age.

This fight got more heated than usual. I screamed an obscenity at my sister before turning to storm out of the room, but then my neck suddenly whipped back painfully and I realised she was yanking my hair. In pain and shock, I spun around and slapped her hard across the face.

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Coincidence (Jimin x Reader)


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Prompt/Ask: Hi could you do a jimin fanfic or something?? Where she has a one night stands with jimin and has feelings for him and in the morning she realise he is her new teacher. Xxxxx

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: language, sex, drinking

Word Count: 4275 (woops)

Authors Note: Some smut for Jimin (my first bias before Jungkook snatched me lmao). I hope you enjoy it and that it was as good as you asked for! I got a bit carried away lol, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Let me know if there are errors, feedback is appreciated, and happy reading! ^^

 - PART 2 -

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 - BONUS - 

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LGBT movies I recommend!

Brokeback Mountain 

(I really hope you have already seen this tho, its a classic. Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger plays two shepherds falling in love in 1960 Wyoming)

Jongens 

(Dutch, two teenage boys fall in love and deals with it) 

Freier Fall 
(German, two police officers, one with a baby on the way, develops feelings for one another. One of my favourite movies of all time) 

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roanieru  asked:

For the 1k one shot giveaway here's a prompt-ish : oblivious!Stiles with Derek trying so hard to ask Stiles out but Stiles just has no idea ❤️❤️❤️❤️congrats on the 1k!!!!!

This was so much fun to write because this was basically how my girlfriend and I got together because I’m a total dork (she and I do have two anniversaries)


the amazing spiderman 2 is on in an hour

The text comes at the best time because Stiles is bored out of his mind and ready to take up knitting at the community center with the elderly if it meant finally getting some social interaction.

Be there in 10

He has no shame in replying instantly to Derek as he scrambles to grab his hightops and his hoodie from the back of the door. Sure, Stiles understood that his friends were busy this summer. They all had jobs and pack training usually wore them out, not to mention just about everyone was paired off and was more likely to hang out with their significant other than Stiles. He wasn’t bitter, it was just how it was. But that’s okay, ‘cause he had Derek.

it takes 15 to get here when you obey the speed limit

Is that the sound of Derek worrying

you’re impossible

Impossible to resist

Stiles hops into the Jeep and dutifully follows all the traffic laws and makes it to Derek’s in just under twenty minutes.

“Honey I’m hoooooome,” Stiles calls obnoxiously into the Hale House, chuckling when he hears Derek’s sigh from the kitchen. He drops his stuff by the door and enters the room that smells like freshly popped popcorn and that jalapeño powder that Stiles liked on his.

“You know the movie doesn’t start for another forty minutes, right?” Derek asks as he brings the popcorn bowls into the living room with Stiles tailing behind him with the drinks he snags from the fridge.

“And? Despite your belief, I do not just use you for your amazing flat screen TV.” Derek snorts and sits down and Stiles follows him down at the other end, tossing his feet up and onto Derek’s thigh. Derek has long since given into it and simply lifts the popcorn a safe distance while Stiles gets comfortable and then settles himself.

“Find anything new about the sidhe?” Derek prompts, tossing a kernel in his mouth.

“Yeah, actually. I found a blog that is run by an emissary that Deaton’s heard of and he had a lot to say,” The conversation continues with Derek asking clarifying questions and Stiles regurgitating all the information he’s found on whatever creature caught his fancy this week. The supernatural were much more fun to research while you weren’t in imminent parel. The movie starts and the conversation doesn’t completely die, just have odd little pauses when Stiles gets distracted by whatever is on screen.

“Dude, why is it so cold?” Stiles asks in the middle of defining the differences between faery and fairy (BIG difference, by the way).

“Oh, a bird flew into the house and broke a window and the heater has never really worked,” Derek shrugs, tilting his chin to the end of the hall where there is indeed a window covered in cardboard.

“Well, not all of us are supernatural heaters,” Stiles snipes, rubbing his upper arm and hoping the goosebumps die down soon. Derek lets out an exasperated sigh and holds out an arm. “What am I supposed to do with that? Chop it off and cuddle it?”

“Or you could come here where it is still attached,” Derek’s eyes close and when they reopen they’re fixed on the ceiling. Well, in retrospect, Stiles was being a little dull.

“Oh, yeah, that works too.” Stiles makes quick work of getting right up next to Derek and settling in the groove between his shoulder and chest. It’s a very nice spot to be and he’s in the perfect spot to demand Derek feed him popcorn - win win. It’s maybe half an hour later that Isaac stumbles in.

“Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to crash your date,” just as soon as he had entered, the blond was gone. Stiles stares after him and then turns to look at Derek.

“What?”

“You might want to use your words, Stiles.” Derek says with a bemused smile. Stiles would laugh but he’s too focused on what Isaac said.

“Isaac called this a date, we aren’t dating.”

“Yes, that’s true. But I’ve been trying to ask you out for so long, Isaac got tired of calling it kinda-not-really-dates and just calls them dates now to save himself the breath.” Derek brings a hand up to his face, massaging the bridge of his nose. Stiles makes a strange noise and tries to lift out of his spot and ends up using Derek’s chest for leverage.

“What do you mean?” His voice has upped by at least two octaves and he can see the werewolf wince.

“It’s fine, Isaac, it had to happen at some point,” Derek says in a normal voice, obviously communicating with the beta from where he’s probably in his room. “Stiles, what do we usually do together?” The question seems odd and Stiles nearly demands a straight answer but his brain is still kinda stuck so he goes with the flow.

“Uh, we go try the new food places around town and watch movies and you took me to that really cool old book store and we walk in the park and oh my god you’ve been taking me on dates, you asshole.” Derek winces and that snaps Stiles out of his stupor, “No no no, that’s not a bad thing except that you didn’t say they were dates, you complete dork!”

“I did, Stiles. I phrased it quite explicitly the first few times. After that I kinda gave up and thought you’d figure it out eventually.” He shrugs, dropping his hand from his face with a rueful smile.

“Derek, it’s been months!”

“Happy six months, Stiles.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“No, I think we’ve thoroughly proven who the idiot is here.”

“Oh my god, just kiss me already.” And kiss him he does. Soft and sweet and just a little awkward with the way they’re both smiling. But that didn’t matter, he was dating Derek Hale and that meant he got to kiss him whenever the hecky dizzle he wanted.

“Wait, Der, does this mean we have two anniversaries? ‘Cause it started on a different day for me.”

“Shut up, Stiles.”

Sugar, I’m Goin’ Down// Bad Boy Shawn // Chapter Five

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Chapter Four Recap:

“They don’t seem like very good friends if they make you feel like shit and threaten anyone you like. How the hell are you supposed to ever have a girlfriend?”

Shawn laughs and runs his hand through his hair. “Exactly. I don’t know what to do, I mean, they’re my friends. I’ve known Andrew since I was sixteen.”

“And yet you let him bully you like this,” you turn and walk away. If Shawn wanted pity for having garbage friends, he wasn’t going to get it from you and you had to walk away because you felt yourself starting to pity him. His friends would have to get over themselves because if they wanted to come after you because Shawn had some feelings, well then they had a big storm coming. You get to your table and pack away your laptop and books. You grab your pink taser from the bottom of your bag and head for the doors.

The lock handle on the front door of your house rattles violently, causing you to snap your head up from the book you were reading. It stops and you dismiss it as wind from the storm brewing outside. Ashley, your housemate and good friend, was out for the night with some guy. You hadn’t expected her home so you took up residence on the sofa to read your new book your mom had sent you in a cute little care package last week.

The handle rattles again and now you know it’s not just the wind blowing. The old house creaked and groaned during every storm, it was something you had gotten used to, but this was definitely someone trying to get in. You get up and turn on the main room light, hoping the light flooding through the living room’s windows would give the person a clue that someone was in fact home and they should not break in. There is more rattling and you put your book down to grab the metal bat that you and Ashley kept beside the stairs in front of the door.
With the bat in one hand, handle braced against your forearm incase you needed to swing one handed, you flip the lock and the deadbolt on the front door. You open the door just a little, allowing the additional chain lock to pull taut while you see who was there.  

“Hey, sweetheart,” Andrew says cooly, a smirk on his face. What the fuck was he doing at your house? How did he even know where you lived? “Gonna let me in?”

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Social Butterfly (Jason Todd x Reader)

@ahs-elsa :Could you write a Jason Todd one shot where the reader is super shy around him, so he thinks that she doesn’t like him & it sort of pisses him off and he rants about it to the other Robins and they’re like “dude she’s like in love with you” please?:D”

Schninner: Why of course!!! This is such an adorable idea, but I am pretty sure I butchered it. So apologies, but I hope you like it! This was also WAY longer than expected…

(Reader is a Female)

Key: [F/B] – Favorite book

Warnings: Just a few cuss words,

Word count: 1317

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You lounged comfortably on the couch inside of the Wayne manor’s living room reading one of your favorite book. You stretched out feeling the warmth of the fire spread through you, and let out a lazy yawn as you curled back once more and continued reading.

Some might find it weird to be so comfortable in a home that wasn’t yours, and if it were any other house, you wouldn’t have even asked to use the bathroom. You were just that timid. This just happened to be the house of your best friend Dick Grayson. You guys had met when you were kids, and both went to Gotham Academy. You had been the awkward and quiet girl that nobody noticed, and you were perfectly fine with that. People had always made you extremely nervous, you just never knew what to say to them, so you tended just to keep to yourself.

Most people just ignored you, but Dick was not most people. He had seemed to make it his mission to befriend you, and in the end, he had succeeded. It wasn’t long before you guys started hanging out, and as the years went by, he eventually introduced you to his family.

You were quiet around them at first, but after a while you warmed up to them and essentially became a part of the family. You loosened up and become more vocal toward everyone in the family. Well… almost everybody.

Jason Todd. That was the name of probably the most gorgeous man alive, and it wasn’t even his looks that made him attractive to you. You loved how he acted like such a rugged bad boy, but in reality, he was just a big dork. You loved the way his blue eyes lit up whenever he heard someone mention his favorite book. And his smile? There were no words to describe the feeling in your stomach whenever he flashed you one of his dazzling smiles.

Of course, you had never told Jason this. In fact, you could never seem to form full sentences when you were around Jason. You spoke, but your more were usually incoherent mumbles or grunts. Simple to say, you didn’t talk to him much.

Just then, Dick plopped himself down right by your feet.

“Hiya [F/N]! What ‘cha reading?” he asked snatching the book away from your grasp.

“Dick, what the hell?” You squeaked in surprise as your friend looked at your book’s cover.

“[F/B]? Oh no, [F/N] not you to!” He said with an exasperated groan.

“What are you talking about-?” You start as you try to snatch you book back.

That’s when a hand reached up from above you two and grasped the book, removing it from Dick’s hands. A pair or bright blue eyes danced with excitement as they read the title of the book. Jason Todd then took his eyes off the book and looked to you, he smiled brightly as he spoke, causing your heart to flutter.

“[F/B]?! No way! [F/N] you like this series too?”

You nodded, avoiding any and all eye contact while letting out a small, “Mmm hmm.”

“Oh, don’t you just love the part when…” He went on and on bringing up several of your own favorite parts of the book. You gave him a small smile and nodded your head while he was speaking.

His phone then beeped a few times, causing him to pause while he was in the middle of angrily ranting about the antagonist o the book. He eyed the phone and gave a slight frown.

“Well, duty calls.” He said gesturing to his phone.

He handed you back your book, his thumb, accidentally brushing against yours, almost sent you into shock.

“It’ been fun talking books with you [F/N], we should do it again sometime.” He said as he walked toward the front door.

You managed to make a barely audible, “Mmm hmm,” and a little wave before the door shut gently behind him.  You stared at the door for a while before turning around to find Dick smiling at you mischievously.

“What?” You said, trying to act as casual as possible.

“OOOHH!!! [F/N] got a crush on Jaybird!!!!!” He teased giving you a wide smile.

“Grow up Grayson! I do not!” but as soon as you said it, you felt your cheeks burn bright red.

“I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!” He replied giddily bouncing up and down on the couch like a six-year-old on Christmas day.

You groaned in defeat, and slumped into the couch covering your now bright red face with your book. He was never going to let this go.


Jason Todd did not get you. It wasn’t as if he didn’t try, in fact, some might say he’s tried a little too hard to understand you or get your attention. But it seemed to him that whenever he was around, you would tense up and immediately grow silent avoiding pretty much all eye contact.

At first, he thought you were just shy, but he quickly diminished this idea when he saw you casually chatting with Tim and Damian. He had tried to enter the conversation, but you had immediately found an excuse to leave the conversation.

At first, he thought he might have done something to upset you, but then he realized that you had never been in a conversation long enough for him to have insulted you in any way.

Then, a thought had crossed his mind.

“What if she just doesn’t like me?”

And that idea really pissed him off. It wasn’t just because he had had a crush on you ever since Dick introduced you to everyone, but mostly because he had done nothing wrong.

This is what Jason had been angrily ranting about to Tim, Dick, and Babs for the past 40 minutes. (Damian was there at one point, but he had “refused to tolerate listening to Todd’s sad love life.” Then left)

“… it just really pisses me off!” He angrily stated while walking back and forth.

Babs just sighed, this wasn’t the first time she had listened to Jason rant about you.

“Jay! Just relax, [F/N] is too sweet to hate anybody, your just over reacting.”

Tim gave Barbara an unsure look, “I’m not so sure Babs, I mean, why else would [F/N] not talk to him?”

Jason gestured toward Tim, “Thank you!” he shouted before collapsing in a nearby chair. He sighed angrily and leaned over, placing his head in his hands. He gave his head a firm shake before looking up. He looked over to where Dick was standing… silently?

“What’s up with you? Why are you all quiet all of the sudden?” Jason asked Dick.

Dick’s eyes widened, “Who? Me? Nothing’s wrong! I don’t know anything!” His voice cracked, and he quickly averted his eyes away from Jason’s.

Jason, Tim, and Babs all gave each other confused glances. Jason stood up from his chair and walked slowly up to Dick.

“Richard Grayson, you know something, don’t you?”

“Whaaat? Pfft! No…”

Jason looked at Dick with suspicion, “Well that’s a bummer, cause it would really be helpful if- “

“[F/N] doesn’t hate you, she’s just really really shy especially around you because she has a MEGA crush on you and she made me promise not to tell you but here I am telling you and she is going to kill me if she ever finds out so please don’t tell her that I told you!” The words came rushing out of his mouth, and as soon as he finished talking his shoulders slumped as if a large burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

“So… yeah.”

Jason looked at the older male with wide eyed shock. His heart seemed to be beating faster by the second, and he could feel his face grows bright red. She-she likes me?

“Holy shi-! “

(wrote something to help myself cope with what happened to Georgie, and for anyone else who will NEVER GET OVER IT like me. in this there’s no Pennywise and he lives and gets to be part of the Loser’s Club like he deserves. Reddie and Benverly are both heavily implied cause biased.

can be read on AO3 here)

….

Georgie Denbrough is six years old.

He’s a happy child. Growing up in a town like Derry hasn’t stopped him from being so. A town where there might be the occasional strange occurrence here and there, a town where people sometimes went missing and never showed up again, a town where the worst seems to be brought out in everyone who lives there—

but not Georgie. He lives in a town where there’s no lost paper boat, no sewers drawing him near, no mind numbing pain, not even any monsters to fear- because Bill makes sure to chase them out from under his bed every night when he asks, of course.

His world revolves around his older brother. Georgie looks to him like he’s the one who lights the stars in the sky and makes the sun rise. Maybe that’s a big part of why Derry isn’t so bad to him. If Bill’s there with him, it can’t be.

And over time, having Bill means Georgie has even more than just that, when he gets to know his friends better and soon becomes a part of them all.

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Helping Hand P3

Originally posted by mortallyburningperfection


Summary: Who knew that being saved by spiderman would start a blossoming friendship… or maybe something more?

Requested:  OMG I LOVE IT MORE PLEASE IM BEGGING (if u dont have an idea maybe she sees him at school i would love to see that) 

YOUR REQUEST IS MY DEMAND HUN! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS! I kind of at the end lead it off for smut maybe.. idk I was trying something new XD LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINKKKK

Word Count: 3.9k (this one is a longy so enjoy)

Warning(s)?: Cursing, Some Sensual content I guess? If that’s a warning. CORNY AF! LIKE HELLA CHEESY OMG SORRY! And just to save confusion the parts where its all like 

this, this is like a flashback to her and spiderman talking if that makes sense as she’s in the present kinda thing.

masterlist (x) requests (x)

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Originally posted by tomshollandss

Part 1  Part 2   Part 4

Helping Hand

To say you didn’t get a wink of sleep that night would be an understatement. Peter Parker… His name sounded familiar.. Almost. You rolled over underneath your covers, plugging in your ear phones hoping some soft tunes will lull you to sleep. Of course unknowing about the surprise you were about to receive tomorrow.

You woke to the smell of waffles. Hoping out of bed quickly, you raced to your bedroom, quickly having a shower. Only spending 10 minutes in there, you get changed then whip out of your bedroom. You walk down the stairs and into the kitchen, grab an apple from the fruit ball. 

“Morning hun” Your mom greeted you cheerily. You smiled through your food and she laughs. She sets a plate in front of you with two waffles and syrup. 

“What’s the special occasion?” You ask. Normally waffles were only done occasionally. Your mum shrugs your shoulders and turns back to her waffles.

“Okay your being weirdly quiet” You state through your mouthful of food. 

“Eat with your mouth closed please young lady” You smirk and raised your chin and let a bit of maple syrup run down before quickly wiping it off with the back of your hand. 

“Your in a good mood this morning” You have no idea. 

“Yeah, I am actually” You finish saying once your swallowed your food with a smile on your face. She looks down at her food and twiddles a bit of it with her fork. 

“Wouldn’t have anything to do with.. a boy maybe?” She asks not so subtly. You almost choke on your glass of water but refrain. You set it down before turning to your mother wide eyed. 

“Why do you think it’s a boy? It could be a girl, you never know mom” You state cheekily poking your tongue out at her. She laughs and shakes her head at your teenage antics. You quickly looked to the clock and realised you were going to be late. You quickly lean over the counter and give her a kiss on the cheek. 

“See you!” You called out over your shoulder as you head for the front door. 

“You too! See you later ‘Bug Boy!’” You froze. Damn. You turn around slowly to see her sitting there with a smirk. 

“I can explain-” You begin before she points towards the door. 

“School. now” She says with a smile. You smile back nervously and walk out the front door. You make your way over to your jeep, it was very old but you found the car’s personality appealing, yes your car had a personality. 

~At school

You rush to your locker, quickly putting in your code before grabbing your books for calculus. Slamming the door shut quickly you see Liz out of the corner of your eye. 

“Hey Y/N!” she greets with a hug. You return it happily and begin to strike up a conversation as you both made your way to calculus. 

#Peter’s pov

I rush over to my locker, putting in my combination before grabbing out my physic books when I felt something touched my shoulder.

“Join me as we build the new lego death star” Ned said from behind me using his 'yoda’ voice. I turn around surprised with a huge smile. 

“Dude no way!” I respond excitedly, we have been waiting for the death star to come out for ages!

“Lame” I sigh at the comment from the cheerleaders behind us.

“That’s awesome!” I say to Ned totally stoked. This has seriously got to be the best day ever!

“Yeah so I was thinking tonight after your stark internship of course I could start building it, you know while your at the stark internship and get most of it done then pop around to yours-” By this point I have zoned Ned out completely. In front of us was Liz and… Y/N? I scrunch my eyebrows slightly confused. Since when were they friends? 

But that wasn’t what confused me the most… What confused me the most was when I saw Liz I felt nothing… normally i feel like she takes my breath away but seeing Y/N… She took my whole oxygen source.

“Yeah that’d be great”

Y/N's pov#

“I swear if I have to sit through one of Mrs Larbs (Im sorry I had to) lectures again I might just kill myself” I over exaggerate. Plonking myself down on the seat in between Liz and Jenny. 

Unfortunately we were currently in gym class, the only class really were all year levels shared the same class, apart from sporting teams and the decathlon club. 

“Okay let’s make this lesson fun then, for Y/N’s sakeeee” Liz says dramatically throwing an arm around your shoulder. You sigh in content and lean causing you both to laugh. 

“I have an idea!” Jenny speaks up. 

“Let’s play-”

“You say truth and day one more fucking time Jenny I swear to god I’ll throw you on a mat and make you do crunches myself” you say half jokingly. Her face slightly grows nervous cause if there was anything she hated doing, it was crunches. 

“You know getting yourself so worked up like that isn’t healthy and isn’t good for your brain cells” Jenny retorts with a smirk causing Liz to 'ooohhhhh’ from beside you. You just smiles and shake your head letting out a chuckle. 

“So Jenny, what is this ingenius game of yours?” You as mischievously starting to giggle. 

“Kiss, Marry or fuck… Avengers edition” Jenny says with a smirk. You shake my head, smiling. 

“No’' 

’'Oh come onnnnnn” Liz groans from beside me.

“Okay Liz you first!” Jenny says excitingly, gathering a small crowd around. 

You begin to daze off, your eyes scanning over the entire gym. There was nothing special about it really… apart from the fact that Flash yet again was showing off. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him knowing he wasn’t even worth it. Ever since second grade when he spilled his custard all over you on purpose you’ve kinda been frenemies. Darting your eyes across to the group of people on the mat doing sit ups, you notice one girl lying down lifting her book to and from her face. You laugh. 

“Good going Peter!” Wait what? You head turned to the sound of the familiar name being spoken. What are you talking about, there are like at least 20 Peter’s in your school. Your eyes follow over to the coach who was next to these two guys. You couldn’t see their faces seeing their backs where to you. You looked down, beginning to remember details from last night. 

It was weird, the sensation, you couldn’t describe it. It was so… foreign. You’ve never felt like this before and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing. Well yeah you’ve had a boyfriend before but nothing serious and you rarely ever got crushes. You were one of those people to crush on celebs rather than the people who go to your local highschool. In your opinion celebs where just smarter, wiser, nicer and hotter

A feeling you definitely didn’t miss was the zoo in your stomach. It was so bad that it actually almost physically wanted to make your hurl. I mean how could anyone like that feeling? It was like every time I could feel his breath, or when his skin came into contact with mine, I felt this… fire. Oh god this is so stupid

“Yo Y/n?” You look up to see Liz looking at you with her eyebrows furrowed. You shake clear of your thoughts. 

“Yeah?” you ask. In the distance you heard a thud, almost sounding like someone falling. All your heads snapped around to the sound to see it was one of the guys you were looking at the back of earlier on the ground. 

“Couldn’t get enough of the floor Penis Parker? At least take it out to dinner first before you go down on it!” Flash yells out causing a small erupter of laughs to echo in the gym. Parker? Wait, Penis Parker? Is that actually someones na-

Oh no. No, no, no god wouldn’t do this to you. 

“So Y/N, Thor, Hulk or Spiderman?” Liz asks. You were confused. Unfortunately you were still looking at the boys back as he began to rub his head slightly. His friend however seemed to notice and pointed in your direction. You quickly advert your guys. Gosh why were your palms sweating? What the hell. And why did it feel like suddenly I woke up a restless monster inside my stomach? 

“What?” You ask. 

“Thor, Hulk or Spiderman?” Liz asks again, giving you a funny look. You shook your head, still slightly confused.

“If you could fuck, Marry and kiss them which one of them would go with which?” She asks. You could feel your throat immediately begin to close up. Almost like you were feeling claustrophobic. 

“Are you okay?” She asks concerned. You nod your head in response, but you felt far from okay, you felt on edge. And you only ever felt on edge when you were near… him. 

“Wait so you got bitten on a school trip?” You ask from your desk chair, spinning around to face 'bug boy’. 

“Yeah and the spider was only about this big” He said showing you with his hands. You began to laugh again. He grabbed one of your cushions of your bed from where he was currently sitting and threw one at you. You ducked your head and came up with fake surprise on your face.

“How dare you want to hurt your nurse Bug boy! If I die so do you Spidey” This sent you and Bug Boy through a fit of laughter. 

“Okay so the spider bit you-”

“Yeah and it hurt to, so bad that I fainted” You laughed again. You threw your head back and laughed. You laughed so much you could feel tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. You rest your head back on the back of your chair and stare at him. 

“You weren’t the one bit! I swear this one had like superpowers or something so when he bit it made me pass out from like shock or something!”

“You know for a genius you ain’t sounding very genuisy” You mock playfully. He grabs another cushion and hurls at you, this time it hitting you in the face. It came at you so fast you didn’t have time to prepare. You began to laugh. 

“Holy hell how did you throw that so quick” You state in between your laughter.

“Like I said, spider - superpowers, bite - superpowers - me’' 

"Are you high?” You ask half seriously not understanding a word what he was saying. He threw his head back and laughed then groaned. 

“Wait, wait, wait I think I get it” You state after thinking about it for a bit. 

“Are you saying that maybe.. after being bit from this spider you developed its… abilities?” You asked amazed. How cool would that be!

He stared at you with a blank expression, well you assumed seeing he was still wearing his suit so you couldn’t really tell.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying Y/N” He says causing you to laugh. 

“Stop making me feel dumb!” You yell out dramatically before laughing again. 

“Gosh your laugh is so cute” He says out of the blue. You hide your face in your arms to cover your blush, shaking you head disagreeing with him. 

“So what kind of abilities?” You ask, immediately changing the subject. You couldn’t tell for sure but he seemed kind of.. nervous, like he said something he didn’t mean too maybe. You shrugged it off. 

“Well the first one was hearing” Hearing? 

“I can hear from about 600 metres from me (making this up cause I actually dont know how far spiders can hear so just go with it)”

“Really?” You ask kinda impressed. He just nods his head in response. 

“Y/N” You felt a hand gently shake you from your thoughts. You glanced to your left to see Liz with a worried expression. 

“What’s going on with you?” she asks. You shake your head and smile. 

“Sorry I was just… spacing out, what was the question again?” You ask. 

“Out of Thor, Hulk and Spiderman, who would you marry, fuck and kiss” Liz states seriously. You nervously gulp. Little did they know that spiderman was sitting less than 100 feet from you guys and could hear every word you guys were saying perfectly. 

“Well I’d kiss… Thor” You say. You turned your head to face the boys direction again, their backs to you again. but unfortunately you couldn’t make the beating of your heart slow down, if anything it sped up. your palms were coated in sweated to the point of discomfort that you had to wipe them across your shorts. You could feel the hairs on your back beginning to stand, almost like you had just been zapped.

“And…” Liz states wanting you to go on. You bit your lip anxiously, crossing your legs over one another. You wiper your palms again, noticing your heart beating faster and faster. By this point you were sure he could hear it. 

“Yeah it’s weird actually like one day I could hear a human heart beat!” Spidey states excitedly. You smile at him and shake your head in disbelief.

“That’s impossible” You state. 

“It should be” Was all he replied. You just shake your head and softly laughed. 

“Okay well… what else?” You ask. 

“What do you mean what else?” He asks confused. 

“Well you said ’'The first one was hearing" so.. what was the second?’'  You ask.

’'Oh! strangely enough it was smell” Smell? 

“What do you mean?” You ask and he begins to laugh. 

“You mean like you can smell someones perfume from down the hall or something?” He shrugs in response. 

“Yeah basically..” He trails off. 

“Basically… what” You say, urging him to keep going. 

“I don’t know its like I can… sense someones emotions? if that makes sense? Like for instance right now your happy” He states, You laugh. 

“Yeah you don’t have to be a genius to figure that out” You point out cheekily as the smile on your face grew wider. He sighs and rest his head back against the wall letting out a laugh.

“No but its more than that, it’s like I can.. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain” You decided to leave it at that, not wanting to push him further. 

“Okay what about the third thing?” You asked excitedly.

“Uhhh Hulk?” You question unsure. Liz just nods at you, eagerly waiting for an answer. To be honest you weren’t ready to give her one. Well, you could lie but she would know straight away, let’s just say.. your a horrible liar. 

“Uhhh” you stuttered out, rubbing your legs together. You could feel a fire beginning to ignite inside your stomach and lower giving you sinful thoughts. Fuck, snap out of it Y/N! Now was not a time to be a typical teenager. 

“Ummm” Gah you sounded so pathetic. You glanced back over towards tho boys. But this time you weren’t looking at their backs but instead their fronts. 

You didn’t want to look but you did. Your gaze lifting to meet Peter’s gaze. Now you felt like you were trembling in your seat, not literally of course but it sure as hell felt like it. How could a simple looking leave you completely unhinged? This was bad, really bad. You were trying to get rid of the thoughts, the thoughts of him trailing kisses down your neck, across your torso down to your lower region, you wrapping your arms in his hair as this went on. 

Liz’s fingers were quick to snap you out of your gaze. She snapped her fingers in front of your face and you and Peter immediately broke gazes. You looked at Liz uneasy before quickly turning to look at Peter again, this time he was glancing around the room confused, it was weird, he tilted his head up slightly, it was only then that you began to realise. You eyes widen in horror as you could begin to hear your heartbeat in your ears. You could feel the blood pumping through your veins, your body going warm. You began to shake your head rapidly probably looking like an idiot. Oh god please don’t, please… don’t. 

“Can I say something without it being totally weird?” Bug boy mutters out nervously. you rested your head back on the back of your chair against your arms.

“Course” you reply. 

“Won’t laugh?” He asks. You shook you head. 

“It’s not just like.. smells… there’s also chemosignals?” it came out more of a question at the end like he sounded very unsure. chemosignals? 

“I’m confused” you replied.

“okay this is going to sound really weird’' 

’'Okay, it’s okay I can handle weird have you met me?” you finish with a small laugh. 

“I walked past this couple a few months back and they were walking down the streets, just side by side, not holding hands or anything-”

“Wait how did you know they were a couple?” you ask confused. Normally seeing two people walking down the street side by side doesn’t mean they’re a couple. 

“It was like I could smell their… love? for each other I mean. Like how they desired each other I guess” To say you were shocked would be an understatement. This definitely took you by surprise. 

“Did it happen only once or all the time?” You ask curiously.

“It happened all the time but then I learnt to tune it out and only focus on it if I really wanted to” You nodded your head. But there was just one lingering thought on your mind. For some reason your curiosity just needed to know.

“What do you mean by.. desire?” you ask shyly. 

“Like they wanted to be together” he replies calmly. That wasn’t what I meant Bug Boy. You shifted on your chair getting comfortable. You took a deep breath, not really sure if you should ask this question or not. 

“Is there… other desire you can pick up on?” you ask again shyly. He just shrugs his shoulders casually, obviously not getting your subtlety. 

“Like… sexual desire?” You ask, your voice slightly squeaking at the end due to your nerves. Gosh that was so awkward, why would you ask that! Damn you and curiosity for wanting to know everything. 

At this he stiffened. Uh oh, you went too far, great, you ruined it Y/N, good job. 

“Ummmmm”

“K-k-k-iss h-h-ulk” Your voice came out shaky, you even managed to stutter as well. You squeezed your thighs together tighter, hoping to relieve a bit of pressure that has been building. You watched Peter nervously, hoping he has no clue as to what was going on and wasn’t listening in, no matter how nosy that boy may be.

But of course fate wasn’t on your side today. You watched as his eyes went from confusion to wide eyed. You were done, you were so done. If it was possible you wanted the ground to swallow you up whole right then and there. You watched as he quickly scanned the room. The guy beside him continuing on with his set of pull ups. Once his eyes finish scanning he looked over towards you. 

Fuck you couldn’t be more embarrassed! It’’s one thing to tell a guy your into him them for them to literally smell the desire rolling off of you. You bowed your head in embarrassment, feeling your cheeks heat up. 

“So, Jenny is is your turn?” You ask out of the blue, spinning around to face Jenny. 

“No, no, no” Liz says resting a hand on your shoulder spinning you back around. You groaned. 

“Say it” She says. 

“Say what?” you say innocently. Liz just smirks evilly at you. 

“Come on! Just say it! Say it and I’ll stop” she says. Yeah hell no. I turn back around to face Jenny to see that she was now also wearing a smirk. Great. 

“But you already know!” you complained. 

“Oh we all know I just need to hear you say it” She says cheekily. She was enjoying me being in torture way too much. It wasn’t like I could just come out and say 'No I am not going to say it because little do you guys know, spiderman is actually sitting not 10 metres from us and he can smell things like desire and he can literally smell my arousal right now and that if he has been listening in this whole time which he probably has he knows what I’m about to say and I’m going to ruin the first amazing thing I’ve had in a very long time’

“I’m not saying it” You respond, turning back to face the front of the gym, both Jenny and Liz leaning on you trying to get you to speak. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Peter, you were too afraid to see his reaction. In fact you knew what his reaction was, you just didn’t want this whole situation to be actually real. 

“You’ll feel better if you dooo” she says in a sing-song voice. Yeah I’m sure I would, but after I do there is no going back from it. 

“I can’t” you whisper out. Now slowly bringing yours over to Peter. You looked him in the eyes and you felt your heart stop. Your breath caught in your throat and you froze. He was just staring at you, with what seem like a blank expression. Almost like he was dazed or something. His friend next to him nudged him in the rib and he snapped out of it quickly shaking his head, there conversation to each other inaudible to my ears. Fuck it, he already knows? What else do you have to lose? 

You weren’t sure where this new set of confidence came from but you were going to use it before it went away. Pulling your nerves together and using them to your advantage you finally speak. 

“And Spiderman..” You say trailing off, catching Peter’s attention. He was listening. 

“Spiderman what?” Liz teases. You take in a deep breath. Mustering up every last courage you had you looked Peter straight in the eye, making your heart stop again. 

“Fuck spiderman” You finally spat out. You immediately closed your mouth taking a nervous gulp, all the confidence in the world beginning to slip away. Jenny and Liz from beside you squealed happily and laughed into your sides. But your eyes never faltered from Peters. 

You felt so vulnerable. So bare. And it terrified you. 

Without realising your eyes followed his movements. His tongue came out to lick his lips. Subconsciously you licked yours too, immediately getting 100% more turned on from this simple movement. He made such a simple movement seemed incredibly… mezmerising. You watched as he licked his lips not once but twice, then slowly begin to pull his bottom lip between his teeth. You raised your eyes to meet his. 

And it only took one look. 

One look and you felt it.

He wanted you too. 

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A/N: would you guys want a smut for part 4? I have never wrote smut and published it before but I’m willing to give it a go if you guys want?

Taglist: @cutie1365

Mellifluous - Reddie

Mellifluous - A sound that is sweet, smooth, and pleasing to hear.

(Part One - Technically in Richie’s POV)

Reddie AU- Richie Tozier, a 17 year old broken boy in a broken home and his best friend/first love, Eddie Kaspbrak, a 16 year old mute boy who’s silence is loud enough to keep Richie sane.

Hi Guys! So this is really just the “introductory” chapter I guess so nothing really happens. I have a lot of ideas for what I want to happen in this fanfic and I’m really excited to see how it turns out as well as the response it gets, but the first few chapters have to explain the setting first. I hope that’s okay & I hope you all enjoy it and if you do, be sure to check back for updates :-) PS! They can both drive. They’re 16/17 here. -E

Warnings - Language??? (Pretty sure the only swears in this are fucking & dipshit though lmao), very vague mentions of Richie’s family.

Italics - Flashbacks

Word Count - 1.5k

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Pride And Joy

Words: 4.0k

Warnings: child neglect, child abuse

Request: Hi can you do a story where the reader is a little girl (5 or 6) with a neglecting father and Liz Taylor and James make sure the child is well cared for (well fed, healthy, ect)  on devils night James forbid her to go to the party and she meets all the killers in the hallway in a little red Ridinghood costume and she goes walks one of them to the room And James doesn’t want to yell at her but he’s angry and you can take it on from there thanks

Hey can you possibly mix these ideas!  she walks Jeffrey or Richard to the room and James gets mad at them and her because they dared touch his ‘darling pride and joy’ and she just like sits herself down and chats with Aileen about her new boyfriend at school who drew her a picture 

(all requested by @brookiesimmer )

This was so much fun to write. I honestly didn’t expect to get this done until Wednesday but I continued to get messages about things for this and it was all so cute and I couldn’t help but write it all in one sitting. The only thing that I didn’t do is make this a reader inclusive one. Rather, I named the little girl Emma. I try my best to do mostly gender inclusive fics, so I felt like giving the little girl a name would make it not as exclusive and instead would feel more like a real story. But six and a half pages and 4,069 words later, we have my new favorite fic I’ve ever written. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! ♡

Part Two: Princess of Devil’s Night

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“Daddy, let’s explore!” the young girl yelled as she pulled her father’s sleeve. He picked up the phone with one hand as he waved the child off with the other. His speech was slightly slurred as he spoke to his daughter, “Daddy’s going to invite a nice lady to the room, so how about you take your crayons out to the lobby and color in your books for a few hours. Daddy will come get you when his friend leaves, okay pumpkin?” The girl nodded, obviously upset, but she knew well that she shouldn’t argue with her father. His voice sounded funny and he had some of his brown bottles out on the desk, which meant bothering him any longer would have terrible consequences.

She packed up her coloring books, crayons, and even a few toys just in case. Her old dingy Sesame Street bag hung loosely from her back while she held her favorite bear by his arm. His little button eyes seemed happy despite his torn leg and his dirty fur. He had a friend to care for him. The little girl walked the hallway, memorizing the way to the elevators. While the hotel was big and easy to get lost in, she knew it was safe to go straight to the lobby alone. She took her time, knowing she might even fall asleep on one of the couches in front of the desk again. She pressed the down button. One second. Two Seconds. Three seconds. She counted how long it would take the elevator to reach her floor. It always took eleven seconds from the lobby. Around this time the elevator was usually empty, which was what the child expected, but with a loud “DING” the doors open and there stood a fancy man. He towered over her, but did not scare the rather small child. “Hello my darling, which floor are you going to?” He asked, his accent silly and fancy to the modern girl. “To the lobby, please!” she giggled as she smiled as big as possible. “Of course, shall I press the button for the young mistress?” He raised his eyebrows with a smile, gaining an ecstatic nod in return from the five year old. He held out his hand, which she gladly took, and led her into the elevator.

The elevator opened to the lobby after the eleven seconds of silence. Suddenly, the girl remembered an important rule her mom taught her before she passed away. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m not allowed to talk to strangers,” her voice was sad, as this man seemed very nice and fun. The complete opposite of her dad.

“Ah yes, you definitely should not talk to a stranger. I guess I’ll have to introduce myself,” James paused as he held his hand out for the girl to hold, “Careful darling. My name is James March, I used to own this hotel. What is your name young lady?” he asked, a lopsided grin displayed for his new young friend. They walked to the couches in the lobby together as they talked.

“Emma. My daddy and I live in the hotel,” she sighed. James was well aware of her situation with her father, and he was beyond displeased. He couldn’t stand watching her sit alone in the lobby to color any longer. “My darling, what is the matter?” he asked, acting as if he didn’t already know.

She sat down on the couch and got out a book and her crayon box as she replied, “My daddy never wants to play with me anymore. When I ask him, he always says “Daddy has work to do” or “Daddy is having a lady friend over, go play in the lobby”. It’s not fair Mr. March,” she replied as she started to cry. She began wiping her tears with her sleeves, causing her face to look red and sting slightly at any touch. James leaned over, pulling out his handkerchief in the process. The girl wasn’t sure what surprised her more; the fact that someone else was wiping away her tears, or that this new man was spending time with her. She looked down at her paper, tears still slipping from her eyes, as she asked James a rather odd question for a five year old. “Are you going to kidnap me or something?”

James was taken back, but only chuckled when he thought about how aware this child was of other people. “My darling, why would I kidnap you? I want to be your friend. Someone you can go see when your father makes you come to the lobby. If you ever need anything, go to room 78 and knock five times, so I know it’s you.” She smiled and nodded in response, excited to have a friend in the hotel. The closest thing to a friend she had there was a little boy with bright blond hair who would try to bite her when she asked if he wanted to play. He got in a lot of trouble when his mother found him.

“Mr. March-” James immediately interrupted, “Call me James, darling.” She grinned from ear to ear, “Okay James! Do you want to color with me?” James chuckled and nodded, “Since we’re both going to color, how about we go sit at the tables upstairs?”

The young girl was so excited, she hurriedly shoved things back into her bag, not even bothering to zip it shut before yelling, “Race ya, James!” and zooming up the stairs to the tables by the bar. James chuckled, chasing after her at first. On his way, he noticed she was dropping the contents of her bag all the way up the stairs. She cheered when she made it to the table, then turned around and found James carrying just about everything from her bag. She zipped to him and took some of the stuff from his hands. “Hey wait, I left my bear downstairs!” She quickly put everything on the table, as did James. He sat down and watched the cute child run back down the stairs to get her bear from the couch. Liz, who was working the bar took notice of James’ new friendship as she poured two glasses, one being water for the girl and the other being absinthe for James.

“You seem happy with this little girl around,” Liz suggested, a smirk clearly visible if James were to ever take his eyes off of the child. “I want to treat her as my own child, Liz. I want her safe from harm, and cared for. I want to see her grow up to become a beautiful independent woman,” he sighed, not sure himself if in content or annoyance with himself.

“If it makes you feel better, Iris and I have been watching over her thus far. No one has been a threat to her except her own father quite honestly.” James took a drank of his absinthe in frustration, “How can a man be so incompetent with a young child who is as free as she is?” He questioned, watching Emma play with her bear in a side-tracked trance. A “lady of the night” passed the child, both blissfully unaware of one another, but the woman hadn’t gone unnoticed by James and Liz. Meanwhile Emma looked up at the balcony where James and Liz were watching her. She waved to them as well before getting up and heading towards the stairs not even bothering to watch if they would return the gesture.

“Hi James, hi Liz! I’m back and I have Teddy now!” She held out her bear, obviously trying to stay energetic and upbeat, but running around, accompanied by the late time, was causing her to become worn out. She tried to hold back a yawn, but failed. Liz pulled out the chair across from James for the child, so that she may rest. “I got you some water, honey. Are you hungry?” Liz asked with a sweet, motherly smile. The tired child nodded, rubbing one eye while she clung on to her stuffed animal. “I’ll go warm up some macaroni for you. James, help yourself and Emma to refills while I’m gone,” Liz turned away in a dramatic fashion as usual.

A silence fell between James and his child companion as she gulped down her glass of water. “Do you still want to color, darling?” James asked, receiving nothing more in return than a small, quiet, “No thank you.” He nods and begins to clean up her things, putting them away one by one into her bag, just in case she wants something out in the process. Her eyes begin to close as she has become more tired with every passing minute. Liz returns after about twenty minutes with a both of macaroni and cheese, made just the way Emma likes. James shakes her lightly to wake her up, succeeding just as the food arrives.

“Eat a little bit of it and then you can come sleep in one of our rooms tonight, okay honey?” Liz received a sleepy nod from the child, which pleased her enough to return to the bar to clean.

Months went by as James and Liz both grew closer to the little girl. She began calling them by new names, Aunt Liz and Uncle James. Neither fought against it, as they had practically become her new caretakers. Her father was still alive in the hotel, surprisingly. James had plotted ways to murder the man many times, but was advised to not go through with it no matter who he told. Except Elizabeth, but later Liz talked him out of doing it. If they killed him on the property then his daughter will never be freed from him.

Devil’s Night was quickly approaching, which James was looking forward to, but one thing stayed restless in the back of his mind. “What about Emma? She surely can’t be surrounded by murderers,” James complained to Liz. “It’s Halloween, maybe we can get Iris to take her trick-or-treating,” she suggested as she filed her nails. “Would Iris be willing to do so?” Liz shrugged in response, “I’ll ask her next time I see her.”

As the conversation finished, the hotel doors opened. Iris appeared with the hotel’s favorite little girl, who was wearing a Little Red Riding Hood costume. She held on to Iris’ hand until she spotted James and Liz sitting on the couch. She let go of Iris, yelling as she ran towards them. “Aunt Liz! Uncle James!” She hugged them both and sat between them on the couch. “How was school, my darling?” James asked, interested in her costumed endeavors. “It was really fun! We had a Halloween party in my class and everyone had cool costumes on! Except the boy who wore a sheet with holes cut out. He said he was a ghost, but if he really wanted to be a ghost then he would look like himself, like you both do.” James and Liz were surprised, not aware that she knew they were dead.

“Where did you get the idea that we’re dead?” Liz questioned. The child replied, almost as if it were something everyone would notice, “You’re both cold, just like my mommy, after she died. She didn’t feel like my mommy anymore. Mommies are supposed to be warm and soft.”

“There’s no reason to hide knowledge from a child who already knows…” James patted his little companion’s back, comforting her as she thought about her mother. “But let’s talk about something else, alright my darling?” she nodded at James, who then stood up and held out his hand for her to take. She did so and followed him to the elevator, looking back to wave at Liz as they walked away. Liz waved back, a saddened smile on her face as she had to hear a young child speak as if those things are normal.

“Now Emma, as you know, Halloween is rapidly approaching. I have an adult party every year with my students, but these are people I don’t want you around, so you are not permitted to be in my room at all on Halloween.” James’ voice was harsh, which made the only child he has come to love sad. She understood though, so she nodded compliantly. “We’re going to go to my room and have some candy and ice cream together to make up for not being able to spend my favorite day together, is that okay with you?” James asked carefully. Emma just nodded slowly, not really focusing on reality anymore. She was daydreaming of a different world.

She mindlessly walked along, holding James’ hand as he led her to his room. His table was in sight as soon as the door opened, set with two old fashioned ice cream sundaes, a bowl of candy, some paper, and crayons. “Would you like to draw with me, miss Emma?” James asked, feeling his fatherly instincts come back to him. The little girl smiled and nodded, excited to get to draw with James. She taught him how to draw all kinds of fun things she liked, such as flowers, the night sky, and even funny aliens.

“Here you are, my darling,” James pulled out the chair to the right of his end-of-the-table seat. His sweet foster daughter sat down, not even bothering to take off her bookbag. James took it for her and hung it by the door. “Go ahead and draw your heart out and eat as much as you want. Just remember to brush your teeth when you go back to your room so you don’t get any cavities,” he looked at her with a stern, but loving, face. A face that lets her know that he’s having fun, but still means business. She took a bite of her sundae first, getting excited about the hot fudge more than anything else. “Uncle James, do you know when the last time I had a sundae was?” she asked, assuming he would say “no, my darling.” This wasn’t the case though, as he had replied, “The twenty-third of August, young mistress. Exactly one week before your first day of kindergarten, my dear.” She was quiet after that, not sure what to talk to James about next. She instead grabbed a piece of paper and began drawing a picture of her, James, and Liz. She was in the middle, holding hands with both Liz and James. Below them was a grassy field with flowers strewn about. A blue background contrasted heavily with James’ black suit and Liz’s gold dress. The sun was a bright yellow circle in the upper right-hand corner, and a cloud took up a lot of the top border of the page. She labeled each person, adding hearts around them. James was drawing his own picture, a cute scene in itself. He was stopped mid-coloring when he was tapped on the shoulder.

“I drew this just for you, Uncle James,” she smiled. James looked at it, never failing to fall in love with the pictures she drew of them. This one was different though, as the cloud had a title to the picture. It was labeled “MY FAMILY” in messy handwriting. Everyone was smiling and happy, even the flowers. “Do you consider your father family, Emma?” James asked cautiously. She shook her head, “No, he’s not my dad anymore. You’re my new dad and Liz can be my second mommy.” James nodded, his eyes not leaving the child who now started drawing one another page. It looked as if she was replicating the picture, most likely to give to Liz. James had many questions, but decided to wait and ask another time. She was happy at the moment and that’s all he cared about.

A few days passed, and it was now Halloween, or as James calls it, Devil’s Night. James’ guests were arriving just as Iris had returned from taking the “hotel’s sweetheart” out to trick-or-treat. They were going to sit in the lobby and sort through candy, but Liz immediately asked Iris to take the front desk so she could run up and take care of the bar. Iris looked at the sweet child and apologized, “Make sure you look at your candy before you eat it, okay? There’s some real sickos in this town.” The child just nodded and sat on the couch. She looked through her pillowcase for a chocolate bar, knowing she got a king sized Hershey bar from one house. She wanted to split it with James and Liz, so she dragged her candy up the stairs with her and took it upon herself to sit at the bar. “Oh my darling, I think I might need an ID to serve you,” Liz teased, making the little girl giggle. “Can I have a water please?” she asked sweetly. “That’ll be one piece of chocolate and a pack of Skittles,” Liz smiled as she set down the glass, seeing that the girl was digging for a package of Skittles. She set it on the table, as well as the king-sized candy bar. “I want you to have some of this one. If my other daddy sees it then he’ll eat it himself. I want to share it with you and my new daddy,” she explained as she broke off four pieces of the chocolate bar and gave them to Liz.

“Which daddy is which honey?” Liz questioned. The little girl took a big gulp of her water before explaining, “Well since my real daddy is super not fun, I decided that Uncle James is my new daddy. I call my old daddy “other daddy” because he was only my daddy until mommy died. You’re my second mommy now, Aunt Liz.” Liz didn’t question any further as an obnoxiously loud man sat a few stools down from the child. “Nice to see you again, Richard. What’ll it be this year?” Liz asked, and eyebrow raised. “Mojito On The Rocks,” Richard requested as he noticed the dressed up child eating candy and sipping water a few seats down. He moved closer, tapping her on the shoulder. “Hey, can you spare a piece of candy for an old man?” He asked, chuckling as she seemed so calm. She pointed at the sack on the ground, “Miss Iris said “there’s some real sickos in this town, so make sure you check the candy first.” You can have a couple pieces of candy and only one popcorn ball. Those are the best.” Her voice was stern, just as James’ had been when he was mentoring Ramirez. He chuckled, “Got it captain.” As he sifted through treats, the little girl spoke up again, “Are you here for Uncle James’ party?” Richard nodded, smiling before he took a sip of his drink. “How do you know James March, sweetheart?”

She quietly grinned, “I’ll show you Mr. Richard.” She got off of her stool and took a hold of Richard’s hand, leading him to the elevator. The child pressed the button to James’ floor, where she then lead Richard to room 78. She knock quickly, not bothering to count the knocks because she knew she wasn’t allowed in today.

James opened the door, seeing Richard first and being quite pleased to see him, going on about how “it’s good to meet again” and that “everyone was waiting for him to arrive.” James followed Richard’s arm down to see him holding hands with his foster daughter. She just smiled and said “Hi daddy,” leaving Richard and James both in shock. She let go of Richard’s hand and walked inside, finding Aileen to be the only other girl there. “Emma! Get back here!” James called out, very upset that she had disobeyed his orders. She ignored him and plopped down next to Aileen, who had the same type of brown bottle her other dad would drink when he shooed her away.

“Hi miss, are you drinking grown up juice?” She asked in blissful ignorance. Aileen nodded, “Yeah, don’t try this stuff until you’re older, okay kid?” Emma nodded, understanding that it was bad for kids. “What are you doing here, little girl?” Aileen continued, but James cut in, livid with the child and Richard. “She’s about to leave and go back to play out in the lobby,” James claimed, but she ignored him and kept talking to Aileen. “Uncle James is my new daddy and Mr. Richard didn’t know that so I wanted to show him.” Aileen acted as if she understood, but could barely hear the kid over James’ lectures. He was scolding Richard for not only allowing her to come with him, but for even laying a finger on her. “Woah, calm down. She dragged me through the halls all the way to your room. I didn’t know that’s where we were going.” His hands were up in defense, but James wasn’t having it. “That’s the most precious thing to exist in this world. I will not have anyone lay a hand on her. She has become my own child to love and care for, and I will not allow any harm to come to her…” he droned on. The lecture seemed to go on for years, but while he lectured Richard about his little girl, she was busy telling Aileen about a picture she drew for a boy in her class.

“It was really pretty, it had flowers and hearts on the sides and we were laying in the grass holding hands with heart flowers around us.” Aileen was extremely interested in the story, even asking questions to the little girl. “Why were there hearts everywhere?” Aileens eyes were wide, a smile spread across her lips, and her body leaning toward the kid in pure interest. “Because he’s my new boyfriend but-” she was cut off by James’ halt on his lecture, as he immediately repeated the phrase, “Boyfriend?”

“Yeah daddy, I have a new boyfriend at school!” she seemed very excited about the fact. “Who said you could have a boyfriend?” James glared, not pleased with his one and only pride having a “boyfriend.” “I did, daddy,” she said sheepishly as she realized it wasn’t a good thing. “No boyfriends until you’re eighty.” James was obviously not up for debate on the matter. “It’s okay daddy, he’s not my boyfriend anymore. He drew on the back of my picture and gave it back, and then he drew a picture for another girl and gave it to her so I broke up with him during recess,” she giggled.

James was flushed with relief when she said that, and quickly scooped her up into his arms, “Now darling, will you go play with Aunt Liz? I have important matters to tend to with his friends.” She clung to him with a quiet “no.”

“I’m scared my other daddy might see me. I’m hiding from him because he’s being a bad man.” she whispered this into James’ ear, but the room was so quiet that everyone still heard. “Let’s go talk about this in the hallway, I want to know how exactly he’s a “bad man.” James put her down and held her hand tight as he led her into the hallway, the poofy skirt of her dress and her hood, now resting on her back, bouncing slightly as she walked. Once they were out the door and down the hallway, James crouched to be eye level with Emma.

“My darling, how is your father a bad man? I know he doesn’t do what Liz and I have been doing, but what is making you so afraid?” James asks, lifting up his baby’s chin. “He hits me and yells at me and he eats my food when I take it to the room so I can’t have any.” James doesn’t say anything, and instead just hugs her.

“You’re not warm like a mommy, but you hug like a daddy. A real daddy,” she whispers quietly in James’ ear.

“I’m going to take care of the bad man tonight with my friends. You’ll never have to see him again,” James says quietly. He feels her nod, and once she’s ready, he sends her back to Liz. His new plans for Devil’s Night already formulating as a form of celebration for his pride and joy.

— the books have eyes (M)

Genre: Smut (kind of crack) ➝ Hogwarts AU

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader.

Plot: The Ordinary Wizarding Levels, more commonly known as OWLS, are fast approaching and although he probably should, Hufflepuff’s treasure, Jung Hoseok, simply cannot find the power inside of him to study. Not until, that is, his girlfriend offers to lend a hand, and she wonders if offering to help him was the most suitable idea.

Warnings: Public sex, fingering.

Notes: A reuploaded works from my old blog because so many accounts were trying to steal the story, and I just got really mad, so here it is, uploaded by the original owner. Do enjoy.


“Eyes on the books, Jung.”

Your eyes momentarily flick up to land on Jung Hoseok, sitting staring blankly at the textbooks in front of him. Of course, he hadn’t always been staring at the book, since his mind had a tendency of wandering during study sessions in almost every class and it was normal behaviour by now. But, even Hoseok knew himself, that these exams were exceptionally important to him and in order to do well, he had to start studying soon.

The OWLS (Ordinary Wizarding Levels, the most important exams of your entire life, probably) were less than three weeks away, and while you had been cramming in pointless facts about Trolls and the perfect way to perform the stupefy spell, your boyfriend Jung Hoseok had been busy occupying himself with other things, meaning that he quite literally did everything he could to avoid studying for his OWLS. Whether it be Quidditch, which was a fair point since Hufflepuff had a match against Ravenclaw this weekend, or the lame excuse of having to help Jimin with something after class- you name it, he was doing it.

“Why are you so bad at studying?” You heard Jimin ask Hoseok, who was sitting right beside the brunette haired boy. You grinned, thanking the God up there that the side effects that caused Jimin to have a full head of orange hair for a month, thanks to Kim Namjoon’s dodgy potion, had finally worn off. “You know you’ll never become an auror if you don’t do well on these exams.”

“Yeah, but that’s what my parents want me to do,” Hoseok explained, avoiding the wary glares of the Professor, who couldn’t help but dislike Hoseok and his usual, energetic ways. “I don’t really want to be an auror. I might just settle for some muggle job or something.”

“You’d want to be an auror though,” Jimin continued. “Earn some good money so you and Y/N can live in the house of your dreams, surrounded by the tiny feet of your young.”

Hoseok grimaced for a split second before smiling sweetly towards you, catching your shocked eye as you glanced over. He’d always found it cute whenever you studied; wearing a face of pure concentration and your hair always fell into your face. At times like those, he wished most to just lean over and brush it out of your face, maybe kiss your temple if he was feeling risky- but then he remembered that Jimin had threatened to hex him into oblivion if he made him a third-wheel again and so for the benefit of his best friend, he restricted himself. That doesn’t mean he couldn’t admire you from afar, though.

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“We did it!”

Sometimes the Doctor was just a little bit too cheery. Although, in this case, he was perfectly justified. You did just escape death-by-exploding-TARDIS, after all, and that was worth being cheerful for.

“Yeah,” you breathed, slumped against the control console. Man, that was a close one. That could have been bad. Very bad. Death-bad. “We did.”

What you had done, you weren’t sure, but the Doctor had told you to do it and the mauve alarm had stopped flashing and that shrill whistle was finally silent and the TARDIS wasn’t rocking back and forth anymore, so you could only assume that it had worked. And that you weren’t going to die, which was good.

The Doctor was at your side out of nowhere. “You okay?”

“Fine,” you assured him, but he didn’t seem convinced.

“C'mere,” he murmured, pulling you into a hug. “Shh, easy. It’s okay.”

“I just said I’m fine,” you muttered, but who were you to resist a hug from the Doctor? You gripped the fabric of his suit, not wanting to pull away. Every hug from the Doctor was something you treasured. If you were smart, you wouldn’t torture yourself with all this closeness, all this touching that would have been, from any human, rather suggestive of… something. Anything. Any possibility of a thing that was vaguely more-than-friendly-like. But no, of course this was not so with the Doctor. He couldn’t just-

Oh, who were you kidding? The Doctor was a romantic; he just wasn’t a romantic with you.

And just so, you thought. He was, as some might put it, “way out of your league.” And you knew it. So you wouldn’t sulk like a little girl. No. You would sulk like a grown woman, staying up ‘til the crack of dawn with your favorite food and a good movie and some stolen hugs from the Doctor.

“If you say so,” the Doctor finally conceded. “How about we stay in tonight, huh? I think that was more than enough near-death experience for one evening.”

“Definitely,” you agreed. Well, it was time for a shower. Or a bath. And a nap. That had been an exhausting experience. Or, well, if you were going to make this an indulge-myself-because-I-nearly-died therapy session, why not take a nap in a bath? The TARDIS would keep the water fresh and warm and it wasn’t like anyone was going to care if you got pruny. Oh, yes. This was a good idea. There was only one obstacle between you and a therapy bath that potentially could include bubbles.

The Doctor wasn’t letting go.

“Mm… Doctor?”

“Oh!” The Doctor took a few steps back from you, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“No problem,” you said, and in a desperate attempt to make sure he hadn’t gotten the wrong idea, you said, “I like hugs.”

Well, dumber things had been said by you before, but the Doctor was either oblivious or was kindly ignoring the blurb of awkward that had just slipped out of your mouth.

“Um… well, y'see, the thing is…” The Doctor was doing that eye thing, where he would look at you a bit sideways and squint. It always made him look a bit guilty, although the expression was actually a sign of anxiousness, you were discovering. He scratched the back of his neck, another anxious habit, and you were immediately on alert. "You’re brilliant, you know that?“

"You might have mentioned it once or twice.” He had. It was like his catchphrase. Save the Earth? You’re brilliant! Talk to aliens without being weirded out? You’re brilliant! Give him a banana? You’re brilliant! But then again, you tried not to take anything the Doctor said too seriously. He had once been in the habit of calling you foolish girl and stupid ape, so you knew his words, even the complimentary ones, were to be taken with a grain of salt.

“No, I mean, really brilliant,” the Doctor insisted. “I mean, we do this stuff, all the time, nearly dying, and sometimes you lose your cool but you never give up. And regeneration! You stuck through regeneration and just accepted that I’m still me even though I’m nothing like old me was, and nobody does that!”

Ah. The Regeneration Incident. That had been a lot of fun. You wondered if this was finally the day when you would look back on that event and laugh off how traumatizing it had been for everyone involved, but the Doctor didn’t look to be in the laughing mood. And, he wasn’t done.

The Doctor was swaying back and forth on his feet, scuffing his trainers and running his hands through his hair. You leaned back a little bit, confused. He should be relaxed, not stressed out. You had just successfully survived. What was his problem?

“Do you know that I watch you?”

… Well. That was a new one. “Um…”

“I do,” he said, working his jaw. “I watch you. I know humans get a bit freaked out by that, but it’s a Gallifreyan thing. We watch time, we watch the universe, we watch… important things. I watch you 'cause I can’t not watch you. Because you’re in my brain, all the time. I’m afraid of lettin’ my gob run without checking it, because I know that if I’m not careful, I’m gonna mention you every other sentence. That’s mad!” He wildly threw his arms up in the air to emphasize his point, but you thought the way his hair was defying gravity was probably a better illustration. Wait, no, it was time to be serious. The Doctor was being serious. Leave the hair alone. Do not fantasize about ruffling. “That’s absolutely insane! Loco, bonkers, off my rocker! My big, superior, Time Lord brain, and all I can think about is…”

There were a lot of directions this could be going in, but you had half an idea that it was going somewhere emotionally dangerous. “Is..?”

The Doctor stepped close to you, so close that you thought that he was going for another hug, but his hands -his manly, hairy hands that he was so proud of- reached up to cup your face. He leaned down so that his forehead nearly bumped yours.

“You fill my head,” he said in a hushed, reverent tone, and you noted that his breath smelled like banana and cinnamon. That was, of course, before you realized exactly what it was that he said. 'You fill my head.’ Your heart stuttered at the implication. "I hate going on adventures without you. I want to show you everything, I want to know what you think; I want to have you be with me, always. Forever. Because you were my best mate, and you still are, but you’re so much more than that and you’re amazing and brilliant and if I ever lose you I don’t think I’ll… and I just… I want… Please.“

"I…” What were you supposed to say? I love you? No, you couldn’t say that! No, no, no-no-no. Your mind went to Red Alert when you realized that the Doctor was waiting for some sort of response and you were so without a proper answer that you were learning the true meaning of the phrase 'tongue like lead.’

Wait, what was he doing? He was pulling away!

You looked, and the disappointment and hurt in his eyes was like a punch in the gut.

“It’s alright,” he said with a weak, thin smile that lied, lied, lied, filthy lying liar who lies. “I didn’t expect you to feel the same-”

It was only two seconds. Maybe just one. But in those two-seconds-maybe-one, your experienced what the Doctor might have identified as some sort of Time Sense. You saw your life, from this point on, without the Doctor. It wasn’t half bad. In fact, it was quite pleasant. You were married, successful in a career that you enjoyed, and surrounded by friends you would gain over the years. But then you imagined life with the Doctor. It was wild, and a bit scary, and there were certainly no mortgages or commuting to work. But you had a key to the TARDIS, and the Doctor looked at you like you held the universe, and there were no boundaries. No walls or fences. And you were so, so happy. With him.

And that only took a second or two. He had dropped his hands from your face and was pulling away, but oh no. That was not gonna happen, not if you had anything to say about it.

You reached out, grabbed the straying Doctor by the collar of his coat (the tie had been tempting but not within reach), and yanked him back to you. Forget whether or not it was in your nature, forget whether or not you were the sort to make life-changing decisions in a split-second, and please, forget caution! Throw it to the wind! Because you were not letting him get away. Not this time, and not because you were too silent to tell him-

“I love you.”

Your imagination realized that it made an error in its prediction of the future and corrected this mistake by adding kissing to the 'stay and love the Doctor forever’ scenario. Lots and lots of kissing. Because the Doctor was good, which was saying something, considering that he was practically attacking your mouth with his mouth. Points for the noises, though. He was whimpering, and you were quite sure that it was the most adorable, desperate sound you had ever heard.

“You mean it?” he panted into your mouth when your mouths finally broke contact, sounding far too close to heartbroken. “Really?”

“I do,” you answered, your bottom lip brushing against his. “More than anything.”

He would say it back to you later. You knew he would. In the meantime, he was going to enthusiastically teach you about all the different types of kisses in the universe. There was, apparently, a whole book about that particular subject. And he had been reading a lot lately.

BTS Reaction To Falling For A ‘97 Liner

JIN

He wouldn’t mind the age gap if you were alright with it. He wants someone that cares and loves him like he does to others. He’d probably keep it his feelings hidden, unsure of how to address it in case it puts you in a weird position.

Jin called you over as a last resorts. He was feeling really sick and none of the boys knew how to make a decent soup.
“You should really teach them how to cook” you say setting the soup on his bed tray.
“I don’t want to die this young” he jokes. He coughs a lot after he tries to laugh at his own remark, You take a seat next to him and his heart does a summersault. “How’re the kids?”
“Jungkook and Tae are playing their video games. Jimin and Jhope are watching TV, Namjoon and Yoongi are at their studios”
“So the usual?”
“You should go” he sits up more comfortably leaning his upper body on the bed frame, “I’m sure playing with Jungkook is way more fun” he admits. His stomach tightens awaiting your answer, he suspects you have feelings for jungkook since you’re around the same age, but he can’t help but want you near him only.
“And leave you here all sick? No way.” He straightens himself out again and takes your hand into his warm ones.
“Um..I don’t know if you see me as a man or not” he starts, “And - don’t get me wrong i know how old you are - it’s just-” he gets cut off when you entangle your fingers in his and put another hand on his forehead.
“Get sick more often if it gets you to reveal your true feelings” you tease.

Originally posted by rapdaegu

SUGA

Honestly he would not care, since age and other impermanent concepts are not on his requirements to love a person. Maturity and understanding of what he does is his upmost importance. The fact that you’re younger might actually amuse him since you would bring new sides out of him. He would wait (if you weren’t legal) to tell you how he feels.

He loved you, he thought staring at you.
You were comfortably laying down down on his studio couch reading through an article that you needed an analysis of for class next week. You were young - yes, but your age was one thing - maturity another.
“Stuck?” you ask suddenly, referring to his music productions. You looked up and Yoongi’s heartbeat quickened. His small smile appeared whenever he was around you and you just thought it was natural of him.
“We could use a break” He says stretching and sitting down beside your legs “When did you make my genius lab your homework station?” he teases, you put your article down and sit up so you’re face to face with him.
“Be nice” you tease back
“Only with you” he says bravely. you tilt your head - something he finds adorable and smile down. “So - um, i get an award for making this awkward” he says standing up. you grab his hand and he stays there staring down at you,
“I like you too” you say “Even if you do act like a grandpa”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

J HOPE

He does think his feeling over when it comes to dating someone younger than him. The last thing he wants is for you to feel like you need to act older or uncomfortable from the age gap. Once he sees your maturity, he’s easily begins to show signs of falling in love with you

You were in a constant game of chase with Hoseok. Whenever he ran up to you, you were afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop in time so you ran from him. Or when you accidentally hit him, you run before he catches you.
In one of your many chases, he grabs your waist and spins you around so you stop.
“Yah! Why do i always feel like i have to work out with you”
“Don’t run up to me” you laugh as you turn to face him.
He looks at you for a second and thinks over his words before saying, “How about we go get something to eat, only the two of us - the other guys kind bum out our vibes.”

Originally posted by cinnamonsuga

RAP MONSTER

He wouldn’t even ask your age, but when he does figure out you were younger then him he’d just smile and nod. He wouldn’t want to make things awkward - the same as jin, but he’d probably be more direct.

“No way?” you say in disbelief as he hands you a box, “You did not!”
“Yup” he smiles, happy with himself “I got an extra copy just for you.”
You open the box to see the book you were just thinking about buying for yourself. “You’re the best!” you wrap both of your hands around him.
“No problem,” He takes your bag and you begin walking.
“I was thinking” he says after a while of walking “How about we read together this friday?”
“Read together?” you say not knowing the purpose of it
“Like sit in the same room and read, i mean i’d like to sit closer to you, but the same room is alright.” He cringes internally this attempts to ask you out, but he sees you smile and nod at his request.

Originally posted by kimseojkin

JIMIN

He falls in love and figures the rest out later. Being younger then him causes him to be more protective of you and take things slowly. 

he stares at you, slowly drinking his coffee. He has no idea how you manage to pull off school and work at the same time, but he admires you for it. He tends to order 3 coffees for himself and then orders extra to take to the guys. It’s no surprise to the rest of BTS that he has a major crush on you. Once he started going out for coffee and bring coffee over, they got the idea.
“The regular?” You ask, looking at him slurping up air. he looks up and smiles
“Um..When do you get off work?” your eyebrows raise in surprise a bit and he instantly regrets asking you “I mean if you’re free these day - um, it’s alright if you don’t want to…” he stops when he hears your giggle and begins to smile just at the sound of it.
“I get off in an hour, can you wait that long?”
“I’ve waited for a good 2 months - an hour won’t kill me”

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

V

Being younger or being older is the same to Tae, it all depends on how you respond to him. Being born the same year as Jungkook will mean group outing with the Maknae Line, of course. He’d like to be your friend first even if he did fall in love with you at first sight.

“Taehyung, I don’t need another Gucci clothing item” you hide looking at the bag with the brand spread clearly across form it
“Y/n, it’s in anniversary of our friendship” he insist, he’s been working up the courage all day to ask you out and when he did - you took it as a regular friend hang out.
“Just buy me a number 2 pencil or something and i’ll love it just as much” as soon as he heard the words love come out of your mouth his smile maximized.
“Open it up and see” He insist, staring at your light blush. He’s never met someone as adorable as you. You didn’t even know that he already settled his mind on only you.
You tentatively open the bag and look up at Taehyung in surprise “Is this a dress? Taehyung! take it back, i don’t even know want to know how expensive this was” you say handing it back.
“Wear it tonight” he says unfazed by you urging the gift back into his hands “After you say yes to going out with me.”

Originally posted by oldunnie

JUNGKOOK

Not a problem for this guy. He usually just goes with his instinct when it comes to women he likes, not just age. The fact that he even likes someone makes him go into group pep talks with the others. The fact that you were born the same year as him is a bonus.

“I thought you didn’t like women?” Namjoon jokes over the phone to Jungkook
“Y/n is not just any woman” he states.
“You better ask her out nicely” Jin cuts into the phone
“He practiced all night” Jimin intervenes
“He even asked Yoongi hyung what a cool approach was” J hope laughs
“Don’t worry, jungkook - just be a cool man, even if she reject you” 
“Which she won’t!” Taehyung cheers. he rolls his eyes and hangs up.
He specifically asked all the members to clear out the dorm for today, he invited you over to finally be able figure out his weird feeling towards you.
He hears the doorbell ring and his heart hits the floor in panic. He opens the door and lets you in.
”I thought we were all watching a movie?”
”I ment all as in you and I” he says really fast. he takes a deep breathe to calm himself down “I…um - you see… I kind of..”
You see him struggling over his words and can’t help thinking back to when the boys were teasing you about jungkook liking you
You walk up to him and he stays silent early breathing from the closeness,“I kind of like you too.” he opens his mouth to say something but words don’t come out and he just smiles and nods.
He leans in slowly as if asking for permission, when you don’t lean back and stare at his soft lips, he takes it as a yes to press his lips softly against yours.

Originally posted by jengkook


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All I Want - Part One

Originally posted by kim-taehyung

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

Genre: Angst, War!AU (Trigger Warnings: Violence, Gore, Death)

Rating: M

Word Count: 12,145

Summary: 

You were seven years old when you first met Kim Taehyung. You were sixteen years old when you first realized that you were in love with him. At eighteen years old, a brutal war starts. At nineteen years old, Taehyung leaves to fight in the war and you stay at home.

You’ve been in love with him your whole life. Now you were left alone to deal with the remains of a love that had been separated from you and a war that does not seem like it will end soon.

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Another Life - Jon Snow

(Takes place during Season Five of GOT) (Words : 3131)

 Y/N has been traveling with Stannis’ army, acting as caretaker to Shireen. When the army finds itself in Castle Black, Y/N meets the famous Jon Snow. But with a coming march on Winterfell, will there be enough time to fall in love?

Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

Castle Black was no place for a woman, let alone a ward like yourself. You felt the prying eyes of the rapists and killers as you went to simply fetch water for Shireen. Some of the eyes you didn’t mind as much. You had only managed to catch glimpses of the man named Jon Snow since your arrival with King Baratheon’s army. Even in those small glances, when you’d meet his eyes, you felt an unexplainable, overwhelming sense of fondness towards him.

Afterall, he was Ned Stark’s bastard son. Honor flowed through his veins, as obvious as his good looks. You found yourself staring at him whenever he was around. The new Lord Commander had even caught your lingering gaze in rare moments. Sadly, these moments were few and far between. Shireen had taken it upon herself to teach a wildling girl, Gilly, how to read. You were thankful to stay inside and away from the bitter cold for most of the day; but part of your longed to watch Jon practice combat with the other Brothers of the Night’s Watch.

You had only seen him practice fight once, with a little boy that was new to the Watch. Jon moved with an unmatched strength, while also holding back his blows for the younger lad. It was breathtaking to watch how he moved. Sure you had seen soldiers in Stannis’ ranks quarrel, but nothing like the way Jon moved.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Images of Jon Snow left your mind at the sound of Shireen’s soft voice. You looked at the little lady who, against her mother’s wishes, was holding up a book for Gilly to peer at.

“I’m fine, my Lady,” you said quickly, “just a bit tired is all.” Shireen nodded and looked back to Gilly who was struggling to remember the letter ‘Y’. The little girl aided in jogging Gilly’s memory and rejoiced when the woman sounded it out. You watched as the finished the alphabet, marveling at the girl’s intelligence.

“She’s a smart one,” said a voice behind you. You turned your head and quickly stood upon seeing two men clad in black. You recognized Samwell Tarly and next to him, the one and only Jon Snow. You felt a blush rising to your cheeks before you realized it was Jon that had spoken. You nodded quickly, glancing at Shireen as she continued with Gilly.

“She is indeed Lord Snow,” you turned your head back and locked eyes with his. They were such a dark shade of brown, his irises appeared black in the light. You had heard other maidens and wards whispering about the ideal man; tall, dark, and handsome. How jealous they would be to know that you stood in the presence of such a man. You must’ve been looking at him for too long because Samwell cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“I wanted to be sure that all of the King’s family was settled,” Jon said, looking at past you at Shireen; before looking back at you. “It seems that you have everything covered…” You stepped forward and dipped your head respectfully.

“Y/N, maiden to Princess Shireen.” You offered up a smile, hoping beyond hope that it didn’t appear forced. Jon’s lips quirked upwards slightly when he noticed. He took your hand gently in his gloved one and brought it to your lips. You felt a wave of heat rise to your cheek at the tickling of his beard against the skin of your hand. He pulled away, shyly meeting your eyes once more. Who knew a man such as him could be bashful.

“That’s a lovely name,” he said. Your blush deepened a little at his words. Before you could speak, you felt a small hand pull at your sleeve.

“Y/N have you seen An History of Aegon the Conqueror and His Conquest of Westeros? I can’t find it anywhere and I want Gilly to try reading from it.” You met Shireen’s eyes and nodded.

“I’ll help you look,” you glanced at Jon, “if you’ll excuse me Lord Commander.” You turned around and helped Shireen look for the book. As you searched, you heard Jon and Sam exchange a few hushed words before the sound of fading footsteps hit your ears.

“I’ve found it,” Sam said, holding up the larger book. Shireen smiled at the Night’s watchman and grabbed it from his hand.

“Thank you, ser,” said she before returning to Gilly. You looked over and felt saddened as Jon’s absence. You had hoped your ears had fooled you, but you no avail. You settled back down into your seat and looked over the old books Shireen had brought with her. She had already read them all. You had no idea how she found the time.

“Jon’s right,” Sam said, taking the seat beside you, “she’s the smartest child I’ve ever seen.” You smiled and nodded as you sorted through Shireen’s reading material.

“I don’t think there’s a book she hasn’t read. At least, the novels she brought along have been read all over again.” Sam gave you a cheery smile before speaking again.

“Princess Shireen is more than welcome to what Castle Black’s library has to offer. I know it’s not much but the records are rather fascinating.” You thanked him for his generosity.

“I think my ladyship prefers the like of war stories and adventure.” Sam nodded and looked over the many shelves of scrolls. You wondered if Jon had perused the same reading materials.

“There’s actually a few books of that ilk in the Lord Commander’s quarters. After Jon finishes his meeting with the wildling man we can go to ask for his books.” You blushed at the thought of entering Jon’s room, and Sam noticed. A small chuckle escaped him when he noted your expression. You looked up at him, questioning on why he was laughing.

“You like him, it’s easy to tell.” You were about to open your mouth to deny it but Sam shook his head. “It’s alright. Everyone thinks he’s pretty. Even the wildlings think so, but there beauty standards are probably a bit different.” You laughed, causing Gilly and Shireen to look up. Your blush deepened and your turned back to looking at the books.

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Klaine one-shot - “A Cheesy Proposal” (Rated PG)

Kurt and Blaine are shopping for cheese for their first ever official dinner party in their brand new apartment, when something unexpected happens in the middle of the dairy aisle that not only changes their party plans, but their lives. (1383 words)

Just fluff. Inspired by the post http://ship-to-w-r-e-c-k.tumblr.com/post/164380618454 and assumes that Blaine moves to New York to live in the loft with Kurt after he graduates from high school, but that his proposal at Dalton or his relationship with Karofsky never happened.

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“So, we have cheddar …”

“Check.”

“Monterey jack.”

“Check.”

Pepper jack.”

“Check,” Blaine answers, moving food items from one end of the shopping cart to the other as Kurt names them off his mental shopping list.

“Blue, goat, and gouda.”

“Check, check, and check.”

“Great. All we need is brie and crackers, and we’re all set.”

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Puppies & Kittens Don’t Compare

Originally posted by imaybeobsessed94

For @hotchnerfuckmeup who requested #71 “I want a pet” from this list of prompts

A/N: this one was lots of fun and my whole goal was to make this as cute as possible. I had a lot of liberties with this one due to the lack of detail, so again I put the reader and Spencer in an established relationship. This was a much needed enjoyable fic to write, and I hope it’s a fluffy pick me up for anyone who needs it.

Warnings: none what so ever

Rating: G

Word Count: 1.5k 


You sighed contently and snuggled further into the couch, pressing yourself more securely against your boyfriend who’s lap you were currently laying in. You’d met Spencer one afternoon in the bookstore where you worked, and it was undoubtedly the best day of your life. 

**Flash Back**

Your eyes continued scanning the pages of your beat up copy of Pride & Prejudice when you heard the bell above the door chime, signalling a new customer had come in. “Welcome to Classy Classics,” you said, glancing over the top of your novel to see the tall man, with shaggy brown hair and beautiful brown eyes who’d become a regular. He sent a small smile in your direction before walking off in the direction of the science section. He’d usually come in three or four times a month, and he never bought from the same section twice. One time he’d grab a book on Quantum Physics and the next he’d buy a book on Philosophy. You didn’t know much about him considering he’d been coming into the shop for about two months now, other than the fact that he seemed to be shy. A few minutes later, the man approached with a book on biology. You smiled at him and placed your book down on top of your biology homework you had intended to do. “I see we both take an interest in bio,” you said, ringing up the charge. He seemed briefly startled by your statement, before sliding his eyes over to your homework.

“So it would seem,” he replied fishing his wallet out of his messenger bag, “but you appear to have taken a greater interest in something else.” 

“What can I say?” you chuckled, running your fingers over your the well-worn cover, “I find Mr. Darcy to be much more intriguing than the study of natural selection and genetics, but that might have something to do with being an English major.”

“You might be right,” he said, handing you his card to pay the $16.00 charge.” 

“So, what about you stranger?” you asked, giving the card back, “What’s your excuse for dabbling in the science of life? Biology major?” 

“Oh, I’m not a student. This is more fun light reading.”

“This,” you said, incredulously holding up the book, “this is light reading?”

“Yes,” he replied sheepishly scratching the back of his head, “Sometimes I forget that not everyone finds any kind of information as interest as I do.”

“Well to be honest I would give anything to find this interesting enough to focus for an adequate amount of time to figure it out, but I guess that’s what I get for putting off my sciences until last semester of my senior year,” you muttered, leafing through the packet with your fingers silently dreading having to start on it again.

“I could maybe help, I mean if you’d want that but if you don’t I completely get- I’m rambling aren’t I? Well, what I’m trying to say is-”

“If you had the time and would be willing to, I would be so grateful for the help,” you replied, trying not to giggle at his flustered state. “I’m (Y/N),” you said, extending your hand.

“Spencer Reid, and I don’t really-”

“That’s ok, not everyone does. So, you think you can explain the laws of thermodynamics to me?”

“Yes, ok. I can do that. May I?” he asked gesturing to the packet. You smiled as you handed it to him. The two of you spent the next twenty minutes going over the packet and it’s various equations and theories, and you’d never been more grateful for slow days in the shop.

“Well, I can certainly say that the next class won’t be as confusing. Thank you so much,” you gushed, rocking back on your heels. 

“It was no problem, kind of fun actually. I’d be more than happy to help you again when I’m in town,” he replied. 

“Oh, are you not from around here?”

“No, it’s just that I travel a lot for work. I work for the FBI, behavioral analysis unit.”

“Ah, so you travel around the nation fighting crime?”

“Eh, all in a day’s work, but in all seriousness I would be more than happy to help you again. All you’d have to do is you know, call,” he muttered looking over your head. 

“Spencer Reid, is this your subtle way of asking for my number?” you asked smirking at him.

“Um, maybe. Honestly, I’ve been trying to figure out how to start a conversation with you for about a month,” he mumbled, truthfully. You knew you had the biggest grin plastered across your face, but you couldn’t care less. You flipped over his receipt that had been sitting untouched on the printer for the past twenty minutes and scribbled your phone number on the back. “Call me,” you muttered, slipping the receipt in his hand. Spencer chuckled and tucked his hair behind his ear. 

“Will do, (Y/N).”

**Back to the present**

To say that the two of you hit it off would be a mass piece of understatement. Seeing him when he came by the shop turned into see him once or twice every two weeks, which turned into seeing him every time he was home from a case. He’d asked you to move in after six months and you obviously had said yes. Now, a year and a half since that fateful day, you were still living together and had never been happier. You looked up at him from your position in his lap and smiled. Whenever he got involved in what he has reading, he looked so adorable it was hard not to stare. “Hey Spence?” you asked poking his cheek to get his attention away from the book that was currently resting on your stomach. 

“Hm?” he hummed.

I want a pet.

“You want a what?” he asked, sliding his eyes over to yours. 

“I want a pet, you know to have someone to come home to when you’re gone,” you replied, folding your arms behind your head and leaning against the arm of a chair. Spencer’s face fell slightly as he closed the book. He knew from watching others that maintaining a long term relationship while working in BAU was extremely difficult. It on relishing in the time he got to spend home with you and communication. Saying you wanted a pet to come home to meant that you were lonely. So if it was a pet you wanted, a pet you would have. 

“Alright, sounds like a good idea,” he said, leaning down and kissing your forehead. 

“Really?”

“Of course, I want you to be happy and if a pet will make you happy, then I’m on board. Plus did you know that pets can help reduce levels of stress?” you giggled at his ramblings and pulled him down for a kiss. 

**Two Weeks Later**

Two days after the conversation about pets, the BAU had been called out on a mass murder case in California. You’d since been to three animal shelters and had finally found the perfect pet to bring home. You’d texted Spencer to tell him you’d picked someone out, but told him he’d have to come home to find out what it was. Needless to sat the anticipation was eating him alive. Presently he was fiddling with his keys to get the apartment door open. What he found on the other side of the door was possibly the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. You were curled up asleep on the couch with a golden retriever snoozing on top of you. The dog wasn’t full sized so he knew it couldn’t be very old. The sound of the door closing caused you to stir. “You’re home!” you said happily shifting, which woke the puppy. “Meet Gyspy,” you said, and she barked happily running over to greet Spencer. He laughed and reached down to pet her head. “She’s a three-year-old rescue from that place out of two. Like her?”

“She’s perfect and quite adorable,” he replied, scratching under her chin. 

“More adorable than me?” you teased. Spencer stood up and wrapped his arms around you. 

“There is no puppy or kitten that I would find more adorable and beautiful than you,” he replied honestly and kissed you. You smiled against his lips, wondering how in the world you’d gotten so lucky as to have the perfect boyfriend.

27kra analysis frame by frame, turns out fake + turns out a footage taken from a horror movie - ???

Hello TJLC conspirators and all people still digging to find some explanation for all that season 4 mess. Although I checked out your blogs and read metas from a long time, I didn’t have my own account, and the reason I decided to start one is something I recently noticed, which may or may not give some clues about something, i don’t know. I may be right, I may be terribly wrong, whatever, but the whole conspiracy itself is already one big madness, so I might as well drop something which may seem crazy or irrelevant to me…

People probably already analyzed it a hundred times, but I’d like to come back to the subject of thelostspecial.com and the whole 27kra thing. It’s unknow whether it’s a real official site established to mess with our minds, or an incredibly well done and entertaining fan made, but I think there’s something weird going on and the site’s content is definitely worth checking out. When you type thelostspecial.com/27kra/ you get a rather spooky, The Lost Highway-ish kind of gif which consists mainly of VHS-type glitches. Since I’m a huge fan of VHS, super 8, analog formats and all those glitches and deformations related them, I decided to split the gif into frames and look at them closer. Here I’m going to analyze what is visible on those frames (or maybe, what I can see). I won’t go on with guessing 27kra name, I’ll concern strictly on the gif’s content. There’s something that I noticed that I didn’t see mentioned anywhere on Tumblr (though I may be wrong and it could have been written already, and then I’m sorry for making sensations over old news). Okay, here it goes.

I’m going to post the frames in order. I’m going to write what I see on those pictures, which of course doesnt mean it’s right or anything cause other ones might see it completely different, and of course we cannot be sure of anything at all.

First off, we see something that looks like an entrance, or an exit, and a chunk of the corridor behind the “door”. That’s the first thing that came to my mind. It somehow made me think of Sherrinford, all that simple architecture, corridors and portals, etc., probably because of those numbers visible on the top and the bottom of the footage, it all reminds me of some sort of CCTV footage.

Next frame is just glitches… or maybe something more? If you look closer it seems like some very blurry footage of some room. You can see the black doors in the right corner of the photo, and just next to doors (or maybe a window?) on the left you can see a dark rectangle which might be a tv screen. Then there’s something dark on the left side, and on the bottom there’s something like a… white bottle??? Or just a bottle-looking glitch, which seems more probable. I swear at first I considered it just a composion of glitches, but now I see it as a room.

Then there’s THIS WEIRD SHIT. It appears at least four times in different variations, so I’m going to discuss it later. To see description scroll this writing. Now I’ll pass onto the next frame.

Glitches… anyone can see something in there?

“TV room” comes back again.

What the hell is that. A table with some books/CDs/packages (with some metal holders?)? And with something round? And on the left side there’s something like a floor and the wall? It seems as if someone took a photo of table (or whatever it is) standing just by this table. Table. Why am I even calling it a table? What the fuck is that? SOmEBODY HELP

Beautiful colorful smear of I don’t know what. Althought some people claim to see something in there.

A more blurry version of the “table”. I know it’s not a table - I hope someone enlighten me wtf it is.

???

And then there’s something that probably everyone already noticed. An eye. Or THE eye. I’ve seen people writing it’s Moriarty, well, that’s also the the first thing that came to my mind. I tried to find some photo of Moriarty looking down (sort of) so I could compare those pictures - I admit you guys are better at finding needed photos/screencaps, here’s the best I could find:

I cut it just to have an eye in the center. Not exactly the same position, but it doesn’t matter. I think they didn’t show him with eyebrows cause it wouldn’t be easier to see the similarity (IF there are some THEY, IF it is who we think it is.) Containing Moriarty in the footage would be a real sign that something wicked this way comes.
But, I don’t know. Someone told me it might be John Watson’s eye, which would fit the shot-in-the-eye theory. What do you think about it?

Another (or the very same room). A kind of cluttered room…






This one seems like a look at the room from above, maybe another CCTV angle. I think it’s the more visible version of the previous.What the fuck is that? A sofa? A coffeetable? Why am I seeing tables everywhere? And what’s that purple thing?

AND FINALLY SOMETHING FUCKY

Please let me paste the frame which I passed
Here’s what follows just after the CCTV-looking frame

I may be going mad but ISN’T IT A FUCKING FACE IN HERE?! I mean-

That’s how i see it. The face seems to be tilted back. If you look at the higher resolution screen you can see it seems nose-like and eye-like. The “hair” seem to be long and straight, so it’s a woman? Not a woman? Eurus? Not Eurus? Whoever? Or is it just glitches? But if you look at other frames by the end of the gif you can see “the face” sort of MOVES:

It’s tilted back a little bit more and turned in its left a little. Here’s the same thing in negative:

The things that follow:


BUT! I just now got this one idea… a crazy, fucked up idea, it definitely is insane and probably wrong, but…

Of course, of course I know it might me fake, something put together by some Sherlock fan, or whatever the fuck else. But something tells me it’s not. This COULD be the real thing, right? So, what does it tell us, fans/The Great Game players? At best: something’s coming, something’s happening, you’re on the right path. At worst: someone’s mocking us and though to me it’s highly enjoyable, it’s not Mofftis and we’re seeing things (IT’S JUST THAT THERE’S TOO MUCH OF THOSE SUPPOSEDLY NONEXISTENT THINGS TO SEE, COUGH COUGH). Either way, we’re being experimented on. I don’t know about you, but either way it’s awesome. For the first time from a long time i’m having real fun, and trust me, that’s a lot.
But, for real. If it’s just a fake and we’re all wrong, I would be highly disappointed. THIS ALL IS TOO GREAT, TO GENIUS, TOO ENJOYABLE TO RESULT IN NOTHING. And it means I’ve spent four hours on putting together a writing about something that doesn’t exist. To be honest, I’ve spent too much time on analyzing unreal things and searching for subliminal satanic messages in something very fucked up just to aknowledge it was all in vain. And now I’m just too mindfucked over this and other things that all of you post every day…
Maybe I got excited over something not relevant or already discussed, i don’t know, you decide. But i needed to throw it out somewhere. Please tell me what you think about it, and if you have something new to add about it or ask me about anything don’t be afraid to do it. I’m more than eager to discuss with you guys. Maybe I sound like a crazy person but it’s their fault, not ours, right?

originally posted by allthesherlockgifs

I’m new here but I decided to tag people that I followed before I even made and account and that I consider awesome meta writers - I’m not asking for attention, I just want to get in touch with people interested in investigating this difficult and mysterious™ case. So here it goes:

the-7-percent-solution   tjlc    jenna221b   inevitably-johnlocked     waitedforgarridebs       marcespot   marcelock
teapotsubtext      

Congratulations and thanks to those who got through it and are still with me. Don’t judge me too hard, I’m shy and confused but yeah, here’s all of that, maybe someone finds it interesting.
- Bloody


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UPDATE: Guys it’s solved. There’s nothing in there. It turned out that most of those glitches
can be easily found on Youtube as free samples of vhs glitches, except for the supposed
“Moriarty’s eye”. I apologize for raising hopes and making some of you excited about the concept, but it all turned out absolutely fake. I’m sorry. So sorry.

To somehow not to leave you irritated/disappointed entirely, here’s one last thing that still could be relevant…  There still could be some spark of hope because of the “Moriarty’s eye”. I couldn’t find it anywhere in premade popular glitches so it still could be a thing, maybe they just decided to do it easier way and paste one important frame between some easily-found shit from Youtube. Though i would except more from them. But… isn’t it all about spreading confusion? Maybe it’s MEANT to be that way… It does make me wonder why is it just like that, and well, the aim of all this investigating is to make us wonder, so… you never know. Sometimes it’s all about finding ONE IMPORTANT THING between irrelevant pieces and chaos, so if you want to believe this theory, we have this one important thing, we have Moriarty. I don’t know what to think of it all, right now I’m a little upset, so i can’t tell anything else.

That was my more positive take on all of this, at least i tried to find some proof it wasn’t entirely fake/irrelevant, maybe you have something wiser to add here. But personally i’m disappointed. I feel like an idiot now. Seems I’m as bad wannabe-detective as Anderson. Or even worse. I apologize again. :(

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ANOTHER UPDATE



@peggymarsh

  Unfortunately yes, I’ve seen it there. Even more frames. People on YT were guessing


it might be one of those cheap old idiotically-colored porn videos. Hmm.



@gemfangirl

  asked if it isn’t actually Mary’s eye. Here’s my answer:



Damn you might be right. The main recently reoccuring “secret” not secret villain is Mary, not


Moriarty, or Eurus, or Culverton. They seem to be almost minor compared to this hell that’s


currently going on with Mary. You know, the Murderous Mary, cofusion about “happy-housewife-Sherlock’s-best-friend-who-cares-i-shot-him” image presented in S4. She’s actually a most hated


character in fandom (aside from Irene Adler, lol) and her so called “development” in S4 is one of these things that make no sense.


This is all the logical and thinking part behind it. Now let’s have a look at photos for some comparision and, well…


I added the same sample of noise from the eye frame. The still is from Miss Me video message.

Glitches are confirmed fake but eye case is still open. What do you think?

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UPDATE OF UPDATE

Guys there’s something completely fucked up about this gif. It started from @memrysapendragon pointing out she found a short clip including vhs glitch stuff on twitter, this particular clip: https://twitter.com/secretcinema/status/793098416444375040  Then i found most of those trames on Youtube by searching “vhs glitches” tag. The video can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OUoA-dKQhtc

It doesn’t contain Moriarty/Mary eye and I think it doesn’t contain a frame with a “sofa and tables” from the CCTV angle above the room, which i compared earlier to Baker Street. Now i read the comment section again and i noticed some people claimed the footage was stolen from a movie called V/H/S/2. I googled it and it appears to be some shitty horror/gore movie made from a few separate stories, and one of them included someone finding old vhs tapes with “scary shit”.

A really shitty movie, i can tell from screens i’ve seen in graphics, and what i read about it in general, so i don’t recommend it, don’t waste your time if you’re not actually a fan of things like that. Couldn’t bring myself to watch this shit, so i can’t confim it’s true but some people wrote it’s from V/H/S/2. I don’t know. Others however didn’t even know the source of the footage and this youtube short is widely considered to be just a collection of samples which people download for their purposes. Hell, it’s been used in some promo video on this Twitter account, while this whole “Secret Cinema” account has nothing to do with horror movies.

Does it mean thelostspecial.com is fake? Or there is some purpose behind this confusion? It’s getting weirder and weirder tbh