all the pretty thoughts in my head

Get Out.

Originally posted by tess453

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Deciding to stay in for a date, Peter and the Reader are faced with annoying and embarrassing comments from the whole team, who are unaware of their relationship.

Word Count: 2,428

Warnings: language, fluff, annoying avengers (??), embarrassed!Peter, embarrassed!Reader, cuteness, LOTR trilogy. (Let me know if I missed any)

A/N: Alright homies, I apologize it has taken me so long to upload something. I’ve been reaally stressed. So hopefully this is okay? For the anon that requested this, I hope you like it. I’d love some feedback, as always. Enjoy reading!


Dark, gray clouds blocked any source of light from shining through the big, thick glass windows surrounding every inch of the building.

The entire tower was filled with a solemn mood that spread into every corner and room.

Most of the team dreaded days like these, since it put a damper on their mood, (especially Steve).

You, however, cherished days like these the most.

It’s where you find your peace and inner self, no matter how depressing that may sound.

It helps you relax and release any stresses that corrupt your thoughts.

But the best reason of all is that you don’t have to leave the house, even if you had a date with Peter tonight.

However, thinking that idea through, you realized something.

The whole team would be here.

With Peter and you.

During your date.

Well, fuck.

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How long did it take before Toshinori Yagi wasn’t fazed by coughing up blood…?

Some head-canons on All Might’s recovery from his fight (thinking it was a pretty slow recovery…) with Toxic Chainsaw (even though we all know who he really fought with, but spoilers pls).

Headcanons below <3

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spellbound (m)

Pairing:  Jimin x Reader
Genre: witch!au (sort of based on the secret circle), smut, comedy, slight angst
Warnings: dom-ish!jimin, magical sex rituals (so slight blood play, breath play, temperature play), rough sex, cumplay
Word Count:  10k+
Summary:  The only reason you agreed to do this magical ritual with Park Jimin’s Circle was for the sake of your own Circle - to strengthen your individual magic. Yes, that means you’ll have to fuck him, but no, you weren’t happy about it because you hate Park Jimin. Once again, you were only doing this for your Circle. 

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  • lance: keith, i need to talk to you about something...
  • keith: yea? what's up?
  • lance: ok so i was thinking... what if for the rest of september, all of october, and maybe the rest of our lives as the paladins of voltron, we make it so that the lions blast the ghostbuster theme song whenever we form voltron and stuff???
  • keith:
  • lance:
  • keith:
  • lance:
  • keith:
  • lance: i know its a pretty silly idea, i just thought i'd ask anyway since ur the leader now but i mean its ok if you say no,, like, its no big deal or whatev- oh my god keith what are you doing
  • keith, on one knee: fucking marry me

anonymous asked:

Simon and Jace bonding over the horror of interrupting Magnus and Alec?

this is hilarious cause you sent me this 2 weeks ago and now it’s so relevant

at first it’s just slight interruptions, because jace interrupting them doesn’t just end there. it doesn’t end after he’s apologized for killing the mood and it doesn’t end after he’s finally settled into magnus’s space. no, it of course continues and it’s horrible because he just keeps doing it. they’re finally kissing and magnus’s weight against alec is so fucking sweet up against the front door. it’s everything he’s been craving, his fingers sinking deep into the muscles around magnus’s shoulder blades. magnus is kissing him like all of that anticipation rolling under alec’s skin, all stormy, is reciprocated, mirror image. and just as alec’s lips part, a low sound thick in his throat as he slides his hands down, pressing magnus closer… someone clears their throat.

alec goes still very slowly and as he does magnus gets the hint and pulls off of him. and it takes a minute but they glance over and there’s jace, with that same perturbed look on his face. “i’ve got to…” he points towards the door. and alec feels his jaw tensing up before it actually does. magnus makes a low noise of understanding, raising his brows and pulls away to open the door, letting jace through and alec just licks his lips, reaching up to rub at his forehead, trying not to allow the annoyance rumbling through him to take hold. but it does anyway and he shoots jace a glare as his blond brother heads through the door. magnus has this look on his face like he just swallowed sour milk and alec lets out a heavy sigh before he reaches out to try and pull magnus back in.

but magnus just chuckles, taking alec’s fingers and squeezing them. “i think the mood has been sufficiently killed.”

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Track-By-Track Guide to 'How To Be A Human Being'

“Life Itself”
This one actually started off as a dark, slow, moody track. Quite insular. But eventually we realized there was a cheekiness to the lyrics that we hadn’t really explored, so we injected a sense of optimism into the music. The character that this track is about is a sci-fi obsessed dude who spends most of his time alone inventing strange things and writing stories about ray guns or looking for aliens on Google maps. We made him a website. But that’s what the chords and sound effects were inspired by. Old sci-fi films/series. I also got a bit obsessed with Lollywood music (music from Pakistani films), and thats where the idea for the drums came from.

“Youth”
The idea for this one came from a story someone told me once. They were telling me about their child, and something awful had happened to them. She was crying—but at the same time the memories that they had from that previous life made her so happy—so she was also smiling. That combination of emotions kind of made me feel like my heart was being ripped apart but also optimistic in a weird way. She had found a way to see happiness in this awful thing that had happened to her. That combination of emotions is what this song is getting at. Have a look at this character’s website, too.

“Season 2 Episode 3”
Everyone knows someone like the character from this song. If you don’t, then it’s you. But there are lots of references to different psychedelic cartoons in this one—sonically and lyrically—including Adventure Time. That show is crazy.

“Pork Soda”
I heard a homeless man talking to someone once and say ‘pineapples are in my head.’ In retrospect, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t actually those words, but I thought it was at the time, and it kind of stuck with me. The opening of the song is meant to sound like you’re outside on the street, and you can hear a group of people chanting this song. The drum sounds are made from old bins and trash pieces of metal I found around the studio. Kind of like those street drummers use. All that is meant to set the scene for the story.

“Mama’s Gun”
I don’t use samples very often. I only like using them if they bring something to the table, aside from just music—a context and a further depth to the actual meaning of the song. This song is mainly about mental health, and I remembered this song by The Carpenters called “Mr. Guder.” It fit the atmosphere musically, while the song “Mr. Guder” itself was about an odd character of sorts, and then on top of that, Karen Carpenter’s story added another dimension to the lyrics. if you don’t know the story, you should look it up. It’s important and very sad, and it started a general social dialogue about mental illness which is to this day still a subject matter that we avoid far too much.

“Cane Shuga”
This is the only track on the record that didn’t start with lyrics and vocal melody. It started with the beat and the heavy drums. I let the beat spin and wrote stream of consciousness lyrics through a vocoder for this one to try to capture a certain mentality you might have when you’re a bit fucked up. When you start speaking what seems like gibberish—but maybe that gibberish is actually quite revealing.

”[Premade Sandwiches]”
This is a spoken word interlude. My favorite word in the album is in this: “McFuck.” It’s something that someone’s gotten at McDonald’s. Here it is used in a sentence: “What the McFuck are you eating?”

“The Other Side Of Paradise”
This is musically my favorite track on the record, I think. The chords are quite bizarre, and there are some mad arrangement and structural things going on. And the beat was super fun to make. It’s gonna be fun live!

“Take A Slice”
This track is about someone with a lot of lust. It’s as sleazy as I’ll ever get in lyrics. But everyone has that inside them somewhere, even if it’s only a tiny bit. And it comes out from time to time. For some people, it’s out all the time.

“Poplar St”
This song is meant to open with a kind of musical/lyrical image of a place. A little guitar hook and a floating vocal line that all seems quite peaceful, but things get more and more twisted as the song goes on. The guitar starts doing weirder things, the music builds tension, and then the whole thing flips on it’s head at the end. And you find that maybe that place isn’t what you first expected it was.

“Agnes”
As soon as I started writing it, I knew it would be the album closer. This is my favorite song on the record. And the saddest song I will ever write.

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter One- Dean x Reader

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter One
Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 2,227
Warnings: Potty mouth Dean.  Potty Mouth Reader.


SERIES MASTERLIST


I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me… 
From Addicted by Saving Abel


You made a noise through your nose and rolled your eyes hard as you watched Dean Winchester making a move a boozed up bimbo.  The both of you had  agreed to get some celebratory drinks together after a successful hunt.  You had meet the Winchester brothers a few years ago and had occasionally hunted with them.  Personally you were more of a solo hunter, but you made a few exceptions every now and then.  

The Winchesters you had considered friends and you liked spending time with them.  You groaned when the blonde woman giggled as Dean whispered something in her ear.  The tightening in your stomach made you want to hurl your bottle at the pair.

It wasn’t that you were jealous of the woman- you knew what would come of her night.  The walk of shame at six in the morning.  You were jealous and angry of the idea that Dean would rather chat up a chick then spend time with his friend.  You hadn’t seen him in over a year and this was how he was choosing to spend his time?  Taking a chug of your beer, you climbed to your feet and stomped over to him.  

Putting on your best dramatic face,with a few fake tears to boot, you began to yell at him for being an unfaithful bastard.   Dean’s eyes lite up and his face flushed.  The blonde looked on horrified as you proceeded to punch him in the arm.

“You bastard!  A sick baby and wife at home!  And this is where I find you!  Cuddled up with some floozy?”  You screeched as you gave him another whack for good measure.  

“Wife?  This is your wife?”  The blonde managed to squeak out as she backed away from the two crazy people.  She held up her hands as she did.

“What?  No.  I’m not married.  She’s just my good friend.”  Dean managed to get out before you whacked his arm again.

“Really? REALLY?!  Ten years of marriage and a baby!!  And I’m just your “good friend”?!” You wailed.


The blonde woman had enough at this point and ran the opposite direction from the pair of loons.  Dean watched after her and turned to scowl at you.  You shrugged your shoulders and gave him a hefty smirk.

“God Damn it, Y/N!  That was a sure thing!”  He barked as his scowl deepen.  Your hands snapped to your hips as you leaned forward towards him.  You matched his scowl perfectly before answering him.


“Serves you right for trying to abandon your friend for some one-night stand!”  You hissed back as you pegged him the shoulder again.  Dean grunted and reached up to rub the sore spot.  You watched as his features soften as he thought about your words.  His hand came out to rest on your shoulder and he gave it a squeeze.

“Yeah.  I’m sorry sweetheart.  I wasn’t thinking.”  He sighed.


“Oh you were thinking alright….  Just not with the right head.” You said in a matter of fact tone.  You gestured to his crotch for emphasis and Dean’s eyes flicker downward.  You chuckled when his head snapped back up.  He made a face and reached up to rub his neck.  It looked like he wanted to make a come back  but nothing was coming out.  


“Yeah… Whatever…”  He finally managed to get out and you were giggling again.  Dean squinted his eyes at you and an unreadable emotion flashed in his eyes for a moment.  You smiled at him and reached out to tug on his arm.

“Come on Winchester, you can make it up to me by buying me a drink or ten.”  

“Yeah. Yeah.”  He muttered as he started back towards the bar.  You followed behind him giggling louder this time.


Dean sank down on a bar stool and motioned for the bar tender.  You plopped down beside him and ordered a beer.  He turned to you and as you brought the mouth of the bottle to your lips.  As the bitter liquid passed down your throat, Dean’s eyes flashed with a dangerous thought.

“You know…  You could always make up losing my booty call for me by going back to my room.”  He said in a low grumble.  His hand reaching over to touch your thigh.  Your eyes widen as that damn tongue of his dragged itself across his bottom lip.  

You made a choking noise as your beer went down the wrong pipe.  Sputtering, you placed your drink on the bar top and grunted when Dean’s hand smacked you across the back.  His dark chuckle caused your eyes to darken.  Inhaling deeply, you turned to snarl at him.

“Public sexual harassment isn’t cute, Winchester.”  You said in hoarse voice.  Dean’s chuckled grew louder at your words and you rolled your eyes.  


“What?  Don’t want a chance to sleep with a bona fide sex god?” He said with a smirk so big you just wanted to snatch it off of him.   This time your eyes rolled all the way into the back of your head.

“Oh shut up, Winchester.  If I wanted an STD, I’d go to my local alleyway.”  You grunted into your beer.    Dean gave you a hard stare before pressing the issue.


“I’m being serious, Y/N.  I’ve always thought that you were pretty.  Why not give it a try?  Ummmm.  I’ll make it worth your while.”  He said with a sincere look in his eyes.  

You blanched at his words and shifted uncomfortably in your seat.  Your eyes glazed over as a thousand and one thoughts ran through your head.  You were certainly flattered that Dean thought your were pretty.  

You hadn’t really heard him describe many woman as pretty.  You bite your lip as something unfamiliar bubbled in your stomach.  You hadn’t really thought of Dean in that way much.  Though weren’t blind and you knew he was unmistakably gorgeous.  There;however; were two reason that this wouldn’t go over well.


One- you were and wanted to continue to be good friends with the Winchesters.  You liked them and most of all you trusted them.  A rarity for you.   Second and most pronouncing- you were still a virgin.  What the hell would you have to offer a man, who by all accounts, was a sex god?

“Yeah…  No thanks.  Dean.  I’m good.”  You mumbled into your beer.  Your eyes adverted to the other side of the bar when he pressed closer to you.  Leaning over, Dean whispered in your ear.

“Haven’t you even thought of me before?  I know I sure as hell have thought of you. Ever since that first hunt when you took out those three vamps all by your pretty little self.”  He whispered hotly against your ear.  You shuttered and nearly swallowed your tongue.  This was quickly getting out of hand and not how you had pictured the night going.  You never, in a million years, would have thought Dean would think of you in that way.  Hell’s bells, you weren’t even sure you thought of him in that way.  

Dean’s hand had now settled at the top of your thigh.  He lightly ghosted over your clothed inner thigh and you had to suppress a moan.  Your head began to feel swimmy as you subconsciously pressed yourself closer to him.  A warm feeling spread from your stomach and down your thighs.  Ok, so maybe you did think of him in that way.  That still didn’t mean that you wanted to give it up to Dean Winchester- Mr. Womanizer himself.  You flinched away from his touch and slid off the bar stool.  Dean looked at you with a dark smirk on his lips.

“Suddenly so shy?  What happen to that girl that was demanding my attention earlier?”  He mused as he stood up and moved towards you.  You gulped audibly when you found yourself pinned between him and the bar.    Your hands went up and pressed themselves into his chest so that you could give yourself some room.  

The scent of Dean filled your senses and his warm hard  body pressed against yours in a way you had never experienced.  Your whole body flushed as you tried to squirm away from him.  You you could feel your heart skip a literal beat when you felt something hard pressed into your thigh.  You squeaked when you realized that Dean was indeed very happy to see you.


“Deeannnn…..”  You whined as you felt yourself becoming overheated.  You shifted and squirmed underneath him.  The sudden clearing of a throat brought you both back to your senses.  Your head snapped to the side to find the old man bartender looking at the pair of you in disgruntlement.    


“Take it outside you two.” He grunted in a low raspy voice.  You blanched when you realized that the whole room was staring right at you.   There was a groan of disappointment from a few of the patrons when Dean stepped away from you.  Your face turned tomato red as your hands flew up to your face.  You were going to kill him.  

You heard Dean mumble something about, too damn cute, before he grabbed one of your hands.  He was nearly dragging you through the bar door before he stopped just outside.  His hand dug into his pockets for his keys and you had to look away.  There was still a noticeable bulge in his pants.

Once the keys were in his hand, he proceeded to continue to drag you all the way to Baby.  You were squealing again when his hand were suddenly digging into your hips and his weight shifting you into the side of the car.  Your hand came up automatically to cover his mouth when you saw him bend down to kiss you.  You shook your head wildly as he pulled away to look at you in bewilderment.  He began to protest your lack of kissing but your voice ringing out cut him short.

“I’M A VIRGIN!”  You squeaked out a few octaves higher than your natural voice. Dean’s eyes flew open at this revelation and you heard him say something.  It muffled against the palm of your hand and you pulled away so that he could speak to you.  

“What did you say?…”  You asked shyly.  

Your face was going to be permanently pink by the time this man got done with you.  The biggest secret you had in your life had just been revealed to him and the six other drunks in the parking lot.  You were mortified, turned on, and confused.  

“I said, God damn.  Just god damn.”  He said with groan.  His eyes looked like they had the devil himself dancing in them.  You giggled nervously as you flatten yourself against Baby.

“So… Uhhh… Can you back down some….  I…  uhhh..  You’re making me nervous.”  Shuttered out as your hands once again went to his chest.  His very firm chest.

Dean’s smirk was never bigger with those words as he pulled back from you.  You let out a shaking sigh of relief and turned on your heels to put some distance between the two of you.  You tried to ignore the discomfort that throbbed painfully between your legs.  

Sometime later, you both sat in an uncomfortable silence as you drove back to the motel.  Or at least for you it was.   Dean was still smirking away and would chuckle every time he glanced your way.  Finally,  after the fourth time his chuckles began to get on your nerves.

“What?”  You growled at him as your eyes threw daggers his way.  

“Nothing….   It’s just I was wondering….  How did you make it to 28 and still manage to stay a virgin?”  He said with a another chuckle.    Your stare darken immediately.  Was the asshole making fun of you?  You swore that if he hadn’t been driving you would clock him in the jaw.

“Well not all of can be sluts Winchester.  Or in your case a manwhore.”  You jeered at him.

“Ouch…  That one hurt.”  He said with feigned hurt in his voice.  “What I meant to say, even though I came off like a complete asshole is…  How can someone as sweet, pretty, and caring as you still be a virgin?”  He ask with the hint of an apology in his voice.  

“Hoho, Flattery eh?  Don’t think that’s gonna get you in my pants.”  You said with a snort.

“Almost worked earlier.”  He quipped.  You rolled your eyes dramatically for the third time that night.

“Shut up.  It did not.”  You grumbled as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.  You frown and huffed at him.  He was chuckling again before you could blink.

“See, it’s that shit right there.  How the hell has someone as cute as you not had a roll in the sheets?”  He asked with a shake of his head.  “What a waste…”  


His eyes scanned your body and you felt yourself stiffen.  Was he ogling you?  Your eyebrow twitched a bit.

“I just never found a guy that I liked.  At least not enough to go there….”  You murmured lowly.  

“Do you like me enough?”  He asked in a husky whisper.  His voice was even lower than it was naturally.  A shiver ran through you and shook from the force of it.  

The man was trying to kill you.


AN: So this is a smut series.  Starting in the first few chapters. Not for kiddies. ;)  Please know that I am going to be updating my other Dean series soon.  Please forgive me for starting yet another story.  LOL.  Happy friday y’all!

You can read all my work at my MASTERLIST.

Much Love,
Kristina 

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anonymous asked:

CAN YOU DO A FRIENDS TO LOVERS AU FOR 17'S MINGYU PLEASE?? THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING BTW

seungkwan (here) |  dino (here) |  jeonghan (here) | hoshi (here) |  jun (here) | 
seokmin (here) |  wonwoo (here) |  joshua (here) |  woozi (here) |  s.coups (here)
minghao (here) |

  • cornball friends since you both said dogs were your favorite animals on the first day of middle school and everyone else was like ‘sharks, cats, tigers, blah blah blah’ but u and mingyu were firmly like dogs. dogs r the best
  • kinda ended up being class clowns without even trying everyone knows you guys are always losing stuff, tripping over stuff, and ofc arguing over who is the more dorky person
  • and middle school turned to high school where everyone was convinced you were going to date each other
  • because you’re the dog loving clutzs who would always buy ice cream for each other on the way home no matter how many arguments u had in class when u were kids
  • but high school,,,,,,also meant mingyu getting taller and hotter and less dorky more ,,,,,social
  • until you were sure he had a friend group too big,,,,,too big with no room left for you
  • and you didn’t take it to heart,,,you can’t be middle school friends forever waiting for each other outside the school gates making fun of mingyu for spilling ice cream on his overalls and then him pinching your nose in defense 
  • nope you both were seniors now and no one thought of you guys as the dog loving couple anymore,,,,,,,tbh you’d kind of become estranged
  • what with mingyu suddenly being considered one of the most handsome boys,,,,,,becoming close with the other heartthrob of the school wonwoo and even star athlete minghao
  • so at some point you made your own other friends,,,a new circle of people,,,,,,and every now and then one of your friends would jokingly point out mingyu surrounded by admirers and tease like “wasn’t he your boyfriend in middle school?”
  • that is until summer comes around and everyone is nervous for graduation 
  • and you find yourself trying to clean out your locker only to find an old dusty photo in a notebook of you,,,,and mingyu,,,,,hands around each others shoulders when he was still your height,,,,,
  • and you smile sadly but tuck it into your bag only to close your locker and get slightly shocked to see mingyu leaning against the one beside yours
  • a coy smile on his face,,,,,which is more handsome than ever and you want to say you hate it but you don’t,,,,,,,you never could
  • and you’re like “yes?” and he’s like “i found something cleaning my locker out too.” and you’re like ????
  • only to see him pull out a photo from his pocket,,,,the same one you’d just found and you give him a look of confusion
  • and mingyu laughs and is like “did you think i wouldn’t have it? this is my favorite photo of us,,,,,,because we don’t have any together from high school,,,,”
  • and u bite back ur tongue from being like well why do u think that is but u just shrug and say u need to go
  • when you feel his hand on your wrist and ur like ?? and he’s like “i,,,,,do you want to get ice-cream with me?”
  • and for a moment you’re sure he’s joking but you see the flicker of hopefulness in his eyes that you remember he’d have when u two were young
  • and somehow you can’t say no,,,,,,and you guys end up walking out of school and toward a truck near a park where mingyu orders his favorite flavor and yours from memory
  • and when he hands u the one u ,,,, go “you remembered?” and he laughs like ofc,,,,,i remember everything. when we met and u said ur favorite animal was a dog like me and everyone else said we were boring. that time u tripped over my foot in six grade and i laughed so hard i ended up tripping over a jump rope on the floor. oh - that time you got ice cream on your overalls on a trip to the zoo-”
  • “the ice-cream on overalls was you mingyu, not me”
  • he scrunches up his nose and is like “nooooo it was totally you” and you giggle like nope ! i never owned overalls,,,,but you did
  • and mingyu seems to freeze and reevaluate his whole life in this spot which just makes you laugh a bit harder
  • and as you continue walking,,,,,mingyu and you share more memories and it’s like,,,,,you never stopped being friends????
  • but sitting on the swings in the park,,,,you think that did it happen - did you stop being friends?
  • and mingyu tells u ur cone is melting but u just look at him and quietly,,,,, “why weren’t we close in high school?”
  • mingyu seems taken aback,,, but at the same time his face softens and he looks down
  • and even tho mingyu’s grown to be so big and strong for a second he looks so small,,,,,and sad there
  • and before u can tell him to forget the question he raises his head and goes
  • “because you stopped looking at me.”
  • and you’re like ?????? what and he straightens up and is like “when we got to high school,,,,all these people wanted to be my friend,,,,,,and it was nice but when id see you,,,,,,,id smile and look but you’d,,,,never look back at me,,,,,,,i thought - i thougt you’d found out,,,,,”
  • and ur like ??? found out what????
  • and mingyu swallows looking off to the side,,,his profile pretty in the summers setting sun
  • and then he says something you never thought you’d hear
  • “i thought you found out that i like you,,,,,,”
  • and ur like wait?????? you like me????? and mingyu blinks,,,
  • because yeah,,,,,,,,he likes you
  • he’s liked you since middle school and everyone knew and the first year of high school everyone said you two would date - because wasn’t he being obvious
  • and ur like ????? no????? and mingyu is like gkfhsd was i  supposed to get down on one knee with 5000 roses for u to know???
  • and ur like WELL,,,,,,you never i never admit these things but im kinda dense ok mingyu you know this ,,,, 
  • and he’s like wELL im dENSE TOO I THOUGHT YOU WERE AVOIDING ME THROUGHOUT HIGH SCHOOL
  • and you’re like NO????? I  JUST?????
  • and you’re both like ???????? @ each other because
  • ofc,,,,,just like in middle schools you guys are two blubbering clumsy kids except this time not like literally,,,,,but emotionally
  • and mingyu finally settles himself and is like,,,,,,,,well now you know,,,,coughs
  • and ur like i do,,,,,,,,
  • and he’s like w,,,well what do you think???
  • and u think for a second before moving your swing closer,,,, leaning toward mingyu to press a kiss near the side of his lips
  • and he’s like ?????? does this mean you like me too-
  • and ur like oh no there was just some ice cream there and i wanted to eat it
  • mingyu: are you kidding, are you seriou-
  • you: nO oh my god yes i like you too ,,,,,,
  • mingyu: ok good u need to be more direct obviously we’re both oblivious as heck
  • you:,,,,,,true but also you did have some ice cream there -
  • mingyu: i like you so much but PLEASE
just your heart beating close to mine

for nurseydex week, day 2 - bed sharing

Nursey’s a clingy drunk.

Freshman year, Dex hated it. He and Nursey spend all their sober time bickering; fighting nonstop about everything from politics to slapshot form to whether ketchup belongs on scrambled eggs (Dex will never fucking admit it, but he’s actually started to find it delicious; Nursey can never know). But the second Nursey slips over the line from tipsy to drunk, he’s Dex’s best friend–hanging off Dex’s shoulders, draping his feet into Dex’s lap, hell, draping himself into Dex’s lap, two hundred pounds and then some of languid muscle. He’s sweet when he’s drunk, his chirps soft and fond instead of scathing, and his fingertips are gentle when they wander over Dex’s skin, dipping under the collar of his t-shirt, brushing against the short hair at the nape of his neck.

And Dex hated it, because morning would come, and hungover Nursey is clingy too but not in the same way, and they were always back to sharpness, and Dex would have to pretend he didn’t get home from those kegsters and throw himself into very, very cold showers.

Sophomore year, it’s a little better. They’re friends more often than they’re not, but on the flip side, that means the rest of the team actually trusts Dex to be on Nursey Patrol (“If you don’t want to kill him all the time, we can probably trust you to make sure he doesn’t drink himself into a coma,” Bitty said cheerfully the first time, shoved Nursey, already tipsy, towards him, and disappeared onto the dance floor with a solo cup in his hand).

Except Nursey Patrol, he learns, doesn’t end with the kegster. No, Nursey Patrol ends with Nursey safe in his bed, at least out of his shoes but ideally in something comfortable enough to sleep in, after a cup or two of water and two tabs of Aspirin, his phone plugged in and the door to his room locked.

(Dex does not want to know the series of events that led to this level of Patrol being in place. If he thinks about it too hard, his chest starts to hurt, and he doesn’t wanna deal with that.)

But–

“Dexy,” Nursey says, as Dex manhandles him down to his bed and then flops down next to him, hauling Nursey’s foot into his lap to start on his shoelaces, because Three Cups of Tub Juice Derek Nurse is not a Derek Nurse who has the coordination for tasks involving dexterity. Dex had said that, once, and Nursey had said “ha, Dexterity,” and giggled for ten minutes. “Dex, will you stay with me?”

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Jon Choking Littlefinger

I’ll start right away by saying that plotwise, if Jonsa isn’t happening (it is happening in s8), Jon choking LF, didn’t forward the story in any way, at all. 

The crypt scene could’ve easily not have had LF in it, it could’ve just been Jon looking at Ned, then heading out, mounting his horse, turning around, smiling and waving goodbye at Sansa, and it would’ve worked perfectly, no need for the choking scene, but they included it it anyway. Why?

It had already been made very clear to us that he’d die for her, kill for her in season 6. I mean he almost beat Ramsay to death, he fought a war for her. So yeah, there was no reason to show him being so aggressive towards someone connected to Sansa, again; towards someone who declared his love for her, to him.

Again, you gotta ask yourself, why then? 

That scene added nothing to Jon’s plot/story in s7. Nothing, but the fact that he loves Sansa, fiercely.

D&D had him threaten LF, that if he touches Sansa (for a platonic relationship, the word harm, would’ve worked much better, but yeah… D&D settled for touch, more than once) he’s going to kill him. Now, we all know Jon’s threats were meaningless, they literally were empty threats, because LF was meant to be later executed by Sansa, Arya & Bran. So why add that choking scene then? If Jon wasn’t even going to carry out the threat?

D&D for “some 😉” reason wanted to keep reminding us, even in season 7, just how much Jon loves Sansa, just how possessive and protective he is of her, because for “some 😉” reason it’s clearly very important to the plot.

“She’s his sister, of course he’s protective of her.” Ok, fair enough, but the scene where he almost beats Ramsay to death, the scene where Sansa says “He’ll keep me safe, I trust him.”, the one where she tells him “Father couldn’t protect me, neither can you, so stop trying.” and he says “I’ll stop trying to protect you when […]”, and the scene where he tells her “I’ll never let him touch you again. I’ll protect you, I promise.”, were more than enough to get that message across, the viewers got the memo Jon cares deeply for Sansa in S6, no need to waste precious screentime, and money on it any further in S7, and yet, they did. That choking scene, only ended up making the goodbye scene between Jon and Sansa, more powerful, more intense, more meaningful; it gave it a romantic feel.

D&D kept showing us, that Jon is very protective towards Sansa, in a territorial way, almost in a “don’t you dare, don’t you dare touch her, get near her, she’s mine; mine to protect, mine to take care of, mine to love.” kind of way. I cannot see another reason why D&D would simply bother so much, waste so much screentime, to show us just how much he loves Sansa, and how much Sansa loves him, over and over again, if they’re not building them up for romance in S7.

Again, exclude Jonsa, and that scene doesn’t make any sense, exclude Jonsa, and that scene was absolutely pointless/useless. I highly doubt they’d waste money to pay the actors, to shoot a scene that brings absolutely nothing to the plot. No. They wouldn’t. Same thing with the scenes with Tyrion “a sham marriage, unconsummated”, I mean, why add that? Why add a scene with Jon, where Sansa where her (not)bedding is being discussed? lol And Theon, “What you did for her, is the only reason I’m not killing you.”, which translates to, you betrayed my family, I should kill you right now, but you saved her, and she saved me in return, she means the world to me, she’s all I have left, all because you helped her, so I’ll let you live, I won’t kill you.

He’s miles away from her, and Sansa keeps being brought up, he’s miles away from her, and Sansa keeps bringing Jon up. D&D did not want us to forget about Sansa’s and Jon relationship, they didn’t want us to forget their love for each other, even while being miles and miles apart from one another.

So yeah, the only purpose that choking scene served, was of enlightening (some of) the viewers at home (the majority are still clueless lol… my sweet summer children🙈), it served to make Littlefinger (and us) realize, Jon has strong feelings for Sansa, which later led Littlefinger to tease Sansa about a Jon/Dandelion alliance/marriage to see her reaction, to see if she feels the same way towards him, and what he got from her, was an incredulous “You think he wants to marry her?!”. I mean look at her expression, how she raises her eyebrows, she’s literally like, “What? Jon wouldn’t marry her/do that? Would he?”

I must say, Sansa also seems to be quite possessive of Jon, as well. Her reply to LF was odd, for a sister. It’s as if this whole time, she thought she’d never have to share him with anyone, that he’d always be hers, that she’d be the only one he gave his attention and love to. As if the thought, that Jon will marry someone at some point, never even crossed her mind, which would be, well, weird, to say the least, if she only had sisterly feelings towards him, which she clearly does not

This season we also got the “What about happy? Why aren’t you happy? What do you want, that you do not have?” question from Littlefinger, a question which she doesn’t answer, well, she does answer, but by avoiding the question, “At the moment, peace and quiet.”, which is like, at the moment what I’d very much like/want, is for you to stop moving your mouth and get tf out of my sight. lol I love sassy/savage Sansa 😆 Fact remains, she did not answer his question, so it’s left to the audience, to answer the question for her.

I’m pretty sure many of the viewers sitting at home, answered that question in their head. I watched this episode with a group of friends, there were 10 of us, they all thought (me included) that love is what’s missing in her life, that love is what she wants, what she still wants. Sansa, despite all that’s happened to her, she still wants love, I mean, there’s nothing else missing in her life, she’s home, surrounded by friends, she has Jon, and she’s safe, again, the only thing missing in her life, is love. 

I don’t even want to imagine what it must feel like for her, to have feelings for Jon, that she thinks she’s not supposed to have (bc you know, she doesn’t know he’s her cousin, yet), to know they can never be. I think that, that, is what makes her unhappy, and I assume, very, very frustrated too, and I ssume, also pretty mad at the Gods, for being so cruel, for playing sick jokes on her, for denying her love, time and time again. 

Going back to LF, I think at this point, after getting that incredulous, somewhat shocked reply from her, after seeing just how loyal she is towards Jon, that nothing he could say nor do, would ever turn her against him, Littlefinger is pretty sure both Sansa and Jon have strong feelings for each other, and that, that’s why he failed to come between them, why he failed and is continuing to fail to turn Sansa against him. 

Note: Him failing to get between Jon and Sansa, is also why he changed his strategy, and decided to try and pit Sansa and Arya against each other, which, let me tell you, had he succeeded, as a consequence/chain reaction, he would’ve managed to come between Jon and Sansa as well, because Jon would’ve never forgiven Sansa, if she had executed Arya. Had LF managed to manipulate Sansa into killing Arya, he would’ve isolated her from the other Starks, which was his plan/main goal all along.

“What are you talking about, Littlefinger doesn’t think Jon and Sansa have feelings for each other, he thinks/knows they’re brother and sister, he’d never think they could fall for each other.” Yeah… emh, this is the same character who said this, in S2 (season 2 is where D&D started with all the foreshadowing btw): 

Jon’s reaction was completely out of place, he could’ve simply threatened him, told him “you stay away from her/I’m warning you, to stay away from her, or else…” or something along those lines, but no, D&D had him in full snap mode, instead. 

I mean, nothing else LF said got a reaction out of him, nothing. D&D deliberately had him snap at the I love Sansa. As I loved her mother.” He snarled, slammed him on the wall, full force, like, really violently, all the while growling, literally like a wolf (going back to the territorial behaviour), we’ve never heard him growl like that, never, and he almost chokes him to death, but somehow manages to stop himself from doing so.

Then he casually get’s out the crypts, and D&D proceed to give us that beautiful, heartbreaking/heartfelt goodbye. Jon turns, waves goodbye and sweetly, but sadly smiles at her, as if nothing happed just two minutes ago in the crypts lol Sansa waves back, and she also sweetly, but sadly smiles back at him. 😭💔

 And then? Littlefinger comes out the crypts, confused af by what just happened. I think LF here, is supposed to represent the audience. The audience, just like him, should go “wtf was that?/wtf just happened?/wth did he react like that/so violently?”, and then go “oh, oooh, omg! OMG!!!”, just like LF is going in his head. Then he looks up, only to see Sansa looking melancholically in Jon’s direction, even if Jon is no longer in view now, and she looks so worried, sad and heartbroken.

You can literally see all the wheels turning in LF’s head, in the gif above.

Conclusion: If Jonsa wasn’t bound to happen in S8, this scene would’ve never happened. Jon choking Littlefinger, was included because of Jonsa, it had no other purpose, but to further Jonsa, to show the viewers, through Jon’s actions, and LF’s reaction, that Jon’s behaviour and feelings towards Sansa are very intense/strong and “slightly” inappropriate.

#JonsaIsComing 💙

Car Troubles

Mechanic!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,120

Warnings: nothing….just yucky fluff lol

A/N: This is for @dancingalone21‘s AU Funny Quote Challenge!! My funny quote was “Are you having a stroke? Do you smell toast?”
Hope you guys (especially Lau!!) enjoy it, thanks to @mamapeterson for the beta and feedback is greatly appreciated!!!

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Lock and Key (M)

*I am so tired*

Requests: Anon asked “Can you make like a dirty y/n imagine of Jimin please??” + @bangtanofarmys asked “ FUCK FUCK FUCK OMG FINALLY SOMEONE’S REQUEST IS OPEN. Ok I want to request a rough Jimin smut, with daddy kink and stuff BECAUSE IM SO TIRED OF BEING REQUESTED AND NOT REQUEST T-T “ you’re so cute wtf 

Word Count: 10.8k bc I don’t know when to stop


Another mundane day has come to pass, your best friend’s arm slung over your shoulders as you soak up the blinding sunrays on your skin. The sun pressed harsh kisses on your delicate skin, a definite burn accompanied by heavy sweating was just the peak of your day. You could barely remember the words of your professor, zoned out and ready to slump into your couch for two days.

Anthropology was fun when you still had your first year jitters, excited to be in university and getting a degree in something you loved. Now, a few weeks into your second year, you wished the years would just pass by.

Distracted by your internal monologue, you barely caught the bus on time, the driver ready to zoom through traffic and you waved your hand out wildly to catch his attention. You stumbled into a seat, the bus moving no less than a second after you got on.

Mindlessly watching the street signs while numerous people leaving and entering the bus, you get off at the stop near your house. You kick off your shoes, dropping your bag on the shoe rack and you heard a broken sob.

“Mom? Dad?” You went into the kitchen, followed by a set of sniffling before going into the living room. Your father held your mother in a consoling way, her hands clinging onto his red sweater. She grabbed a tissue and blew into it.

“Mom? Why are you crying? What happened?”

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Peter Parker - Its Not An Internship

this was not requested but i loved writing it, it is a peter parker x stark! reader imagine!! i hope you enjoy it and there will be a definite part two!!

part 2

requests are open:))

Originally posted by parkrpeters

i smiled as i heard the door chime ring. the usual nerdy boy who usually sported science puns on his clothing walked in. his friend was quick behind him trying to speak quietly but it obviously wasn’t working out for him.

“peter this is amazing, we have to tell everyone” the friend of the brown hair’d boy attempted to whisper but it was loud enough for me to hear. his hands were flailing in the air excitedly while peter just looked annoyed.

“ned shut up!” peter snapped at his friend ned. he looked back at him he sent a glare his way as they both pulled out their books from their bag.

“okay the teacher was making no sense tod-” peters friend began rambling on and on about something but my eyes were focused on him, the way his eyes scanned through the text, the way his smile starts at the far corners of his mouth.

i was starring from the counter pretending to be at the cash register but no one was paying. someone bumped my hip, i looked up to see my co-worker olivia nod her head toward the table. i blushed while grabbing a note pad and a pen.

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Never Have I Ever L.H

Originally posted by loserxhemmo96

warning: smut ;))))

word count: 2500+

summary: Luke takes y/n’s virginity after a round of Never Have I Ever

requested?: yes, hope you like it Anon! I’m sorry for the wait, I know I told you it would be up earlier but I didn’t get the chance :/ anyway don’t forget my requests are open and I respond to all! ;)

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“okay never have I ever… had sex” Ashton said, immediately putting his finger down after the suggestion. I didn’t want to play this game in the first place, not in front of 10 or so people I’ve never met before. I don’t mind Never Have I Ever but it’s better with just your friends so you can admit anything without feeling embarrassed.

But of course Ashton had to do the sex one. I’m not ashamed of being a virgin it’s just that people judge you very easily, because apparently still being a virgin at 18 is a sin. 

And I can’t lie because one look from everyone and my face crumbles, the moral of the story, don’t trust me to hide anything because people can tell I’m lying from a mile away. 

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If I Could Tell Him (lyrics)

Connor:
I think

There’s nothing like his smile

Sort of subtle and perfect and real

And I think

I never know how wonderful

That smile could make someone feel

I know

Whenever he gets bored

He scribbles trees on his Spanish worksheets

And I noticed

That he sends advice to columns

That they put in those teen magazines

But i keep it all inside my head

What I see I leave unsaid

And though i want to

I couldn’t talk to him

I couldn’t find the way

Zoe:

But you would always say

Connor:

If I could tell him

Tell him everything I see

If I could tell him

How he’s everything to me

But we’re a million worlds apart

And I don’t know how I would even start

If I could tell him

If I could tell him

Zoe: (spoken)

What else do you think about?

Connor: (spoken)

What else do you wanna know?

(Waits a beat)

Never mind, I don’t really need to talk

Zoe: (spoken)

No, no, no, come talk to me, please?

Connor: (spoken)

Okay
I thought

He looked really pretty, er-

It looked pretty cool when he drew indigo streaks on his cast

Zoe: (spoken)

You did?!

Connor:

And I wonder how he learned to read

Like all the rest of the world isn’t there

But I keep it all inside my head

What I see, I leave unsaid
If I could tell him

Tell him everything I see

If I could tell him

How he’s everything to me

Connor:

But we’re a million worlds apart

Zoe:

You’re not a million worlds apart

Connor: 
And I don’t know how I would even start if I could tell him
If I could tell him

But what do you do

When there’s this great divide

Zoe:

He just seems so far away

Connor:

And what do you do

When the distance is too wide

Zoe:

Just speak from your heart, Connor

Connor:

And how do you say I love you,

I love you,
I love you,
I love you

But we’re a million worlds apart

And I don’t know how I would even start

If I could tell him

If I could

Shout out to the dumb boys who yanked my scarf off in the hallways and then laughed when I dropped all my books. Shout out to the guy who thought it was funny to go behind me during class and pull my bra strap to hear it snap then got defensive when I brought my fist out. Shout out to the guys who would say ‘that shit around your head is ugly you think you’re pretty?’ ‘let’s get married so I can see ur hair’ shout out to you because I love wearing hijab 100000x more because of you jerks

Keith’s Stupid Mullet

This is dedicated to Grace, my love, @floofykeith, because she’s amazing and she deserves it

In which Keith gets to the bottom of why his boyfriend apparently hates his mullet so much.

“Just admit it!”

“No! Never!”

“Oh, c’mon–”

“If I did it would be a lie, Keith. And lying is bad. Didn’t Shiro teach you anything?”

“Hey!” Shiro squawked from across the room, looking up from his tablet. “Keep me out of your ridiculous arguments, Lance. And besides,” he turned back to the tablet with the air of a man who was just about to betray the trust of everyone who loves him, “we both know Keith never listens anyway.”

Keith gaped, affronted.

Lance crossed his arms, a smirk slipping onto his face.

Ignoring them, Shiro stood from the couch and left the lounge, his eyes never looking up from the tablet.

“Anyway,” Keith continued, putting his forehead to the palm of his hand, “that has nothing to do with the topic at hand.”

“Which is completely pointless, I may add.”

“Lance, can you please tell me why you can’t just leave my hair alone?”

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Chapter fourteen: Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback

The egg was lying on the table. There were deep cracks in it. Something was moving inside; a funny clicking noise was coming from it.
They all drew their chairs up to the table and watched with bated breath.
All at once there was a scraping noise and the egg split open. The baby dragon flopped on to the table. It wasn’t exactly pretty; Harry thought it looked like a crumpled, black umbrella. Its spiny wings were huge compared to its skinny jet body and it had a long snout with wide nostrils, stubs of horns and bulging, orange eyes.
It sneezed. A couple of sparks flew out of its snout.
‘Isn’t he beautiful?’ Hagrid murmured. He reached out a hand to stroke the dragon’s head. It snapped at his fingers, showing pointed fangs.
‘Bless him, look, he knows his mummy!’ said Hagrid.

In the AM :: Im Jaebum

Hello friends! Mafia/gang au were always my favourite after watching KHR haha. So I finally gave a shot at it! I was really inspired by two amazing tumblr writers so I would like to thank them for motivating me to write after reading their work! A massive thank you to @narika-a who wrote a scenario with mafia GOT7, the plot of this fic is mainly developed from their scenario with Youngjae. And a special thank you to @jungk0oksthighs​ and their amazing mafia au fic giving me the final push to write this! I hope everyone enjoys it!

(Bless the soul who took this picture)

Word count: 28K (Mother of god)

Warning: coarse language, drunk people, smut, unprotected sex, violence, blood

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Summary: Jaebum is one of the most notorious gang leaders in South Korea. He is merciless and brutal allowing him and his group, GOT7, to own most of Seoul. One day he goes after a young female who happened to be interfering with his business, who ultimately stole 40 grand from him. However, he got the wrong girl. She was nothing but a poor student who worked overtime at night to pay for her rent, and when she’s not busy with school or work her favourite pass time was to give Jaebum a never-ending headache. The girl didn’t steal 40 grand from him. She stole so much more, his heart.

Jaebum pov

I watch her through the tinted windows of my car before wandering to the red digital numbers glowing on the dashboard. It read exactly 2 AM on the dot. A small smirk stretches across my face as I watch her bend over to lock the front doors of the run down pub cueing me to proceed with the schedule. It was all perfectly timed, in exactly 5 minutes she will be in the optimal position. I slip out of the black Camaro closely following her in her haste footsteps as she made her way back to her dingy apartment. At exactly 5 minutes time she stood in front of the dark alley, wasting no time I lunged forward grabbing her by the back of her jacket’s collar and pulled her into the dead end. She opened her mouth to scream so I quickly shut her up by slamming her small frame into the graffiti covered brick wall. She lets out a small cry which was then quickly followed by soft sniffles. Her body quakes under my strong grip and I almost felt slightly bad, just almost.

“Stop crying!” I order turning her around to face her tear streaked face.

Her eyes were squeezed shut in utter terror.

“Yah look at me girly, that’s the least you could do after stealing over 40 grand from my business!”

To say I was taken aback was an understatement when she started to yell.

“I don’t know what you are talking about! I’m dirt broke! Why else do you think I am out this late working at a shitty run down pub in the fucking ghettos?! I already had a shit day with creeps like you trying to take me home so for gods sake just leave me alone!” She screams finally opening her eyes to reveal the warmest (e/c) hue I’ve ever seen.

I would be more appreciative of them if they weren’t full of rage and sending daggers into my soul. I shook my head to clear out the doubts that started to swim in my mind. My perfect plan was flawless to the second but a small detail may have been missed, I may have gotten the wrong girl? No impossible, she must be acting innocent.

“Don’t lie to me!” I yell out in frustration causing her frustration to skyrocket as well.

She flails her arms smacking me in the face causing my already boiling anger to overflow.

“Let go of me you freak! Do you think I would be out here in shit city at 2 AM if I stole 40k from you? No! I would be at home rolling in silk sheets in piles of money you idiot!”

Okay I’ll admit, even though she was infuriating seeing that she was so keen on lying I couldn’t help but find her charming, especially at the wild reasoning she spewed on about. I roll my eyes roughly turning her to face the wall once again.

“Alright, that was funny at first but now I’m done,” I sigh ripping her long wool jacket clean off her back.

The seams of her coat tore open with a satisfying pop along with the plain white t-shirt she wore underneath. I toss the torn fabric across the snow covered alleyway leaving her cold and vulnerable in the cold night air. Her fierce aura left her body as quick as it came as she started sobbing once more, hugging herself as she stood there hunched over with a thin ripped shirt. I could clearly see the cold winter air biting at her bare skin where goose bumps started to form, however I couldn’t seem to find the signature dragon tattoo that was supposed to litter the vast majority of her back. At that moment I knew I fucked up.

“Fuck…fuck I’m so sorry. I-I got the wrong person. Haha surprise?” I nervously grin finally letting her out of my iron grip that will probably cause bruises to bloom all over her body later from man handling her.

Her lips quiver as she spares me one final look with her large doe eyes before bursting out in tears and making a mad dash out of the alley.

“Hey!” I called out, it wasn’t supposed to sound so threatening but I guess being friendly and approachable was not my forte. At my voice she sped up, disappearing around the corner.

“Fuck!” I hiss under my breath, kicking her jacket out of the way to follow her.

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Colored Pills (Richie/Eddie) 1/5

Definition of Amaranthine

1: undying

2: dark purplish-red

Summary: 

Edward Kasprak has no friends, and this does not surprise him. Richie Tozier has 5, and that surprises everyone (Except all of the friends who love him and would do anything for him.) Eddie’s mom cares too much, Richie’s too little and both of their fathers are gone in some capacity or another.

In a life stuck in black and white, their mental health both in tatters, colored pills are supposed to save them.

But maybe, if they try hard enough, they can save each other instead.

Warning(s):

Bad Language, depression, mental illness’, ANGST, fluff, homophobic slurs

A/N:

Hi, so this my first tumblr fic, and I’m excited slash nervous. If anyone wants to ever be on a taglist, and i have one so far, I am willing to add. Comments are so appreciated. This is also if Pennywise was never real, and the boys are 17. I really hope you like it, and I hope I post this right because I have no clue what I’m doing. Thank you!




In Derry, Maine or rather everywhere on Earth, people had soulmates.

When you first see your soulmate, when you meet them and touch them, your world turned from black and white to color.

In Derry, your soulmate was the person you had to be with, no question, and if you weren’t with them then you were outcasted, but most people wanted to be with their soulmates anyways, and they were with them from the moment they met them.

For example, when Bill Denborough met Stanley Uris, because he had accidentally bumped into him, the world turned to color.

Bill had just jumped back, and Stan stood there, shocked.

The boys, at the age of ten, had found their soulmate.

Things like this weren’t uncommon, like when Ben and Beverly brushed hands at the library and when Ben saw color he became so excited he just kissed Beverley right then and there.

Or when Mike met Alice, and he knew before they touched and she thought he was crazy so he just grabbed her hand and everything turned into color and she screamed.

These things were normal and expected.

And there were the two boys who hadn’t met.

Eddie had a system.

He would get up, take a shower, brush his teeth, get dressed, and eat.

Then he would do the whole thing over again, flicking the lights twice as he entered or left a room and turning everything on twice.

He would lock the door twice, make his bed twice, turn off the water twice.

Edward Kaspbrak did everything twice and he did that because he had a case of moderate OCD.

As for Richie, his predicament was different but just as debilitating.

The losers club, which were what Richie’s friends Bill, Stan, Beverley, Mike, and Ben, called themselves, had been calling themselves since they had become a group.

They were the ones who noticed something was off with Richie. One day he would be running at 4 in the morning, getting shit done, kicking everyone’s ass and just as quickly the next day, he wouldn’t talk or eat or get out of bed no matter how much you coerced him.

He also talked of the clown, the one that no one else saw or heard.

But all of that was common in people with bipolar disorder, the mood swings, the hallucinations which felt so real, the suicidal thoughts.

Only problem was, Richie had no clue he was even bipolar

His mom didn’t care, she was a drunk and a bitch. His father didn’t care because he was never even home.

But then, when Richie councilor noticed that Richie would either be unable to keep his attention in class or he just wasn’t there, his parents cared because they had to pay attention to him, and whatever problem he probably had.

So go deal with it, they sent him away to some fucking medical center that he was going to spend a year in.

And this was when Richie and Eddie would meet and they’re world would translate it to something bright and colorful.

And it was going to suck for them both.




Pennywise had an annoying obsession with red balloons, and Richie of course couldn’t see the color red but after knowing that was what the clown carried with him, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to see it. Pennywise would carry the stupid ass balloons around with him, and he would make this creepy smile through his face paint, and Richie hated it.

Richie’s fear of clowns definitely stemmed from the dancing clown who followed him around.

The clown, Pennywise, also liked eating children.

“Richie.” Pennywise chuckled, watching as Richie sat in his bed, which was encapsulated in the small white room he now resided in.

Richie turned his head to look away from the ball he had been previously smacking against the wall and looked at the clown.

“Pennywise.” Richie mulled in response before the ball hit the wall again with a thud and then landed back into Richie’s hand.

“You want a balloon? That would cheer you up wouldn’t it!” The clown gave a high pitched laugh before extending his arm forwards, balloon in hand.

Richie had to fight the urge to punch the clown in the face.

It was in this moment, the one right before Richie yelled, the Eddie turned the corner with his freshly washed blankets and pillow and into his new room.

“No jackass! I don’t want a fucking balloon, why the fuck would you ask me that?!”

Eddie stopped in the doorway and looked at the boy before speaking up.

“Wow trashmouth, this is a nice thing to walk into your new room with,” Eddie muttered, and he could already feel the tension. It didn’t help that he could feel the dirt from in the walls. He looked around the room for a moment. “Who are you even yelling at?”

Eddie dropped the blanket and pillow on the bed and wheeled his suitcase to the wall before pulling out his hand sanitizer and putting some on his hand.

Richie could tell the young boy was analyzing the room around him.

He began rubbing it in and Richie could practically feel the burning in his own cut and bruised skin, but he ignored it.

“No one. It’s not real,” He said, and he was mostly saying it for himself. Eddie knew it would be rude to push, especially because he didn’t even know why this boy was here, so he kept his mouth shut, instead, beginning to put his stuff away.

Richie eyed him from afar, and he was almost certain he knew the answer to the question he was about to ask, considering he was now turning on the lamp for the second time in a row, but he had to ask anyways because he had to know what his roommate was like.

“So what did they put you in here for?” Richie asked.

Eddie looked at the boy, and he knew this question was gonna he asked so he should have been prepared but he really wasn’t. He took a deep breath before responding.

“Obsessive Compulsive Disorder,” Eddie replied simply and Richie raised his brows like he hadn’t known.

“Ah,” Richie replied simply, and he waited for the other boy to ask him back but Richie realized he may be too polite for that, so instead he told him. “They say I’m bipolar, moderate to severe. The whole nine fucking yards, mood swings, wanting to die, hallucinations. All that fun shit.”

Eddie nodded his head, and the yelling made more sense, but he figured it had been a hallucination in the first place.

So he asked about the hallucinations because even though he didn’t know this boys name, he seemed pretty open.

“What do you see?” Eddie asked, and Richie laughed lightly.

“You’re gonna think is weird, all of my friends do.”

Eddie had thought about saying something along the lines of, well at least you have friends that think your shit is weird because I don’t have any, but he didn’t.

“I don’t think anyone here has the room to judge anyone else, including me,” Eddie told him. Richie nodded his head.

“Well I see this thing,” He started, and Eddie shifted to sit on his own new bed, placing his slippers down on the ground and sitting crisscross. Richie sighed. “His name is Pennywise, the dancing clown. He’s creepy and he carries around red balloons and he eats children.”

Eddie thought about commenting on the eating children, but something else was pressing more in his mind.

“You can see color?” Eddie asked him. Richie tilted his head, in confusion.

“Why would you ask that?” Richie asked, wondering what that had to do with Pennywise.

“Well you said he carried around red balloons, so you can see them as red?” Eddie asked. Richie’s confusion melted away from his face.

“Oh. No. He’s just told me they are because it represents the blood of the children he eats,” Richie replied. This time Eddie had to say something about the children.

“That’s fucked up,” Eddie said, and Richie hadn’t really expected it for some reason. “Eating children, that’s so fucked.”

“You’re right there, Mr. Clean,” Richie said, pushing his glasses up on his nose and then looking back at the smaller boy who was now frowning “It is damn fucked.”

“Okay Trashmouth, my name is Eddie, so don’t call me Mr. Clean.” Eddie replied, already becoming annoyed by the curly haired boy with the coke bottle glasses, but for some reason, he was also so drawn to him and Eddie didn’t particularly like the feeling.

“Oh, I’m sorry Ed’s. I didn’t mean to offend you.” He said, and he didn’t let Eddie respond to him to the new “I’m Richie but apparently you know me as trashmouth.”

Eddie didn’t want to laugh, because then the other boy would know that he thought he was funny, but he couldn’t help it.

He just thought the boy was kinda funny and kinda witty and he liked it.

He liked it a whole fucking lot.


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