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Gang AU Fics:

Originally posted by stayingmintyfresh

Sorry to the anon that requested this, i know it took a while but imma start on the supernatural au next… also thinking of doing a college au one but idk

bolded fics or mentioned writers  are ones that have been recently added.

Also if you ever want to send me your own fic recommendations I”m always up for some more reading…

Last Updated: 9/14/17








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anonymous asked:

Headcannon: When Leo 'died' Piper started remembering back when it was just her and Leo. No demigod things, no Jason. Just them. And at that very moment, Piper had the tiniest feeling he would come back.

AHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! But seriously tho, just imagine all the things Piper and Leo used to do:

  • They became friends after Piper had been teased by one of the signature mean girls, and Leo had butt in and told her to go jump off a cliff
  • After that, they had been inseparable
  • They always sat together on the bus whenever the Wilderness School decided to go on a field trip, and they’d play classic games like MASH, Truth or Dare, and Would You Rather
  • Leo would tell her the absolute cheesiest jokes, Piper couldn’t resist laughing because of how bad they were
  • They were dubbed “The Dynamic Duo” by everyone else at the school. It had seemed corny at the time, but eventually they both started getting used to it
  • Piper never cared about her appearance, and Leo was the only one who didn’t seem to mind. Everyone else would constantly judge her about it
  • Leo was the first person she had ever told about her father’s identity, and he had kept her word about not mentioning it to anyone
  • They would watch Tristan McLean’s movies together just to make fun of him and have a good laugh
  • Piper constantly seemed to be sad and upset, but Leo was the only one who could cheer her up
  • They would have a “Daily Design Dump” where Leo would make an invention and Piper would rate it out of ten
  • At night, when Piper couldn’t sleep, Leo would tell her stories about all the times he fended off his bullies. They were incredible
  • They confided in each other and had such a strong relationship, he was like family to her. So it broke her heart when she found out that he had sacrificed himself just to save his friends

anonymous asked:

Can I request Saeran with a flower that matches his personality? I want to know what flower you will match him

violets!!! because it means they are misunderstood easily/only close friends know the real you!!! and honestly i feel like saeran is misunderstood and only trusts his close close close friends!

send me an emoji and ill draw a mystic messenger character based on that prompt!


hello! i got this fic idea based off this post and IM SO PROUD OF THIS FIC OH MY GOD!! btw theyre 18 in current time, 16 in the flashback

thank u for reading and thank u anna for the idea and letting me write it.

summary: richie is the lead singer of a popular garage band in derry and eddie is his ex-best friend

pairing: richie x eddie

words: 1070

“Richie, we’re on in ten,” Stan yelled from across the backstage and Richie nodded, shoving the mic pack in his back pocket. Bill tossed him a mic, which he turned on and tested it quickly. It worked fine. He placed it on the mic stand, looking to see if everyone had their instruments set up. It looked great and they practiced all week long, but Richie was nervous as hell. It was their biggest gig, 100 people. It wasn’t a lot, but it was to their small band. They had built it up from nothing and they finally got somewhere, even if it was just popular in their hometown of Derry.
   The lights were making Richie sweat even more than he already had been. Less than a minute to go.
   “Five… four…” Richie’s heart was pounding, his knuckles turning white from the grip he had on the microphone. “Three… two…” A drip of sweat fell down his face. “One…”
   The curtains pulled back and cheers erupted from the crowd. A smile broke out across Richie’s face, all of his nerves washing away somehow. “Hey, guys! How’s everyone doing?” His question got cheers in response. “We’ve got a couple songs for you tonight, all classics and requests from you guys, and I hope you enjoy.”
   The band played exceptionally and Richie’s vocals were phenomenal. Richie always got really into it. Headbanging, dancing, you name it. Richie had done it. Performing could arguably be his favorite thing in the world. It gave him a sense of pride knowing he could do something fantastic. They really were a great garage band, if you could even call them that anymore. “Alright everyone, that’s the last song for tonight. Our next gig is at the school dance, attend if you can. It’s free and I know everyone loves that.” Richie chuckled, gazing into the audience. As he did, his eyes landed on a familiar face that he hadn’t seen in nearly two years. Eddie Kaspbrak.
   A smile broke out across his face. He had to talk to him.
   “See you all later, goodnight!” The cheers faded as the curtains shut. Sweat was rolling off Richie’s face and his hair was soaked. His glasses would’ve been fogged, but for gigs, Richie wore contacts. They didn’t help him see as much as his glasses but it was enough for him to perform with.
   Richie hopped off the stage, going into the outgoing crowd in search of his former best friend. He spotted him, nearly walking out the door. “Eddie!” He called.
Eddie came to a stop and turned on his heel, seeing a waving Richie Tozier. He debated on whether or not to keep walking but missing his four-eyed friend won out over reason. “Hey, Richie.” He spoke softly, his voice deeper than Richie remembered.
“How are ya?” Richie asked, smiling and leaning against a wall.
Eddie shrugged nonchalantly. “Fine. How are you?”
Richie grinned. “I’m fantastic. I haven’t seen you in a while.”
Eddie nodded. “Yeah, I know. I have to go-”
Before Eddie could fully turn around, Richie grabbed his arm. “I know you’re probably still pissed at me-”
“Of course I am, Richie! You dropped me for your stupidass band and more popular friends. I get that. I don’t need you trying to pity me.”
Richie was baffled. He knew he fucked up, but he did not choose popularity over Eddie. He’s his best friend.
Was. Eddie was Richie’s best friend.

“Are you nervous?” Eddie asked, gently nudging Richie in the side. Richie shook his head, throwing his arm over Eddie’s shoulder. “I’m too good to be nervous.” He replied, pushing his glasses up further on his nose.
Eddie rolled his eyes, shoving Richie away from him. “You’re arrogant.”
Richie waved his finger in Eddie’s face. “I do believe the accurate term is confident, darling.” He said proudly, faking a British accent.
“Beep beep, Richie.”
Just as Richie started to reply, Stan and Bill came around the corner. “Rich, we’re on in ten. Let’s go.”
Richie scoffed. “I’ll be there in a minute, calm your tits there Bill.”
Bill rolled his eyes and him and Stan walked off.
“I’ll see you after,” Richie said, pinching Eddie’s cheek and walking off. “See ya, Eds!”
Afterwards, however, Richie was nowhere to be found. Eddie searched for about ten minutes, before finding him talking to a group of popular kids from their school. He approached the group, gently tapping Richie on the shoulder. “Yeah, I’ll be with you in a minute, Eddie.”
Eddie nodded in understanding. That minute turned into ten minutes, that turned into 20, then half an hour. He got tired of waiting for him and left. Eddie was pissed. He felt tears welling up in his eyes and he couldn’t help but cry. He loved Richie, he just wished Richie loved him back.

“I didn’t choose popularity over you, Eds-”
“Yeah, you did. Every damn day you chose them over me and I’m done. I’m leaving.” Eddie grumbled, trying to pull his arm out of Richie’s grip, who hadn’t quite let go yet.
“Eddie, please,” Richie spoke softly. “Give the Trashmouth another chance.”
Eddie looked him up and down, trying to make a wise choice. He either A, accept this plea and possibly become friends again, which in turn would start up Eddie’s crush once more or B, walk away and never talk to Richie again. He searched Richie’s eyes for any sort of sign that he’d be lying, but all he got was regret and guilt. With a sigh, Eddie relented.
“Fine. But don’t fuck it up.”
Richie smiled, using his grip on Eddie’s forearm to his advantage. He pulled Eddie towards himself, wrapping his arms around his smaller frame in a hug. Eddie hesitated, but slowly wrapped his arms around the other boy.
Richie pulled away, running a hand through his still sweaty hair. “I’ll catch you around, yeah?”
Eddie nodded. “Yeah.” He turned to walk away and paused. “You look cuter with glasses on, by the way.” And with that, he walked off. A shit eating grin spread across Richie’s face as he walked backstage to meet up with Stan.


okay ik he didnt “Confess his love” because i wanted to do a part two!!!

so lemme know if y’all want that too???

also send me a message or an off anon ask to be on the taglist, much love 


ask to be on taglist/request a part dos

thank u so much for reading <3


I haven’t gone too into depth, but if you’d like a specific kink(s) in an imagine, just send in a request for it (: 

also,, i wouldn’t say all of these are “kinks” but to me a kink is just something particular that really gets you going so [and this isn’t the only ones for dacre just saying there could be a part 2 idk wink wink]

enjoy xo

Appreciation / Encouragement

So basically,, I feel like he’s hella into being told or just knowing that his partner is liking it and having a good time.

So saying things like, “Yes.” “Right there.” “Your cock is so fucking good.” Etc, etc. gives him a type of validation to keep going and being confident, ya know??

Denying Cum

Not full on like, “You can’t cum for 12 years.” but he’s like, “Not yet, baby, hold on.” Or,,,,,, sometimes he’s hella like in the mood so he’s a bit more aggressive and, “Don’t you fucking cum yet.” “You cum when I say.”

Dirty Talk

Oh hohoho he soooooooo is into whispering things whether before or during. He likes to watch your reactions to the things he says,, but he ALSO really bloody likes it when you talk dirty to him like boiiiii his grip tightens, his moans turn to low groan/growls like yahyah he loves it.

Also lowkey enjoys dirty talk in public because you don’t know if someone’s over hearing your comments or watching your exchange so!! he finds that hottt.


So this might not be a kink?? But he enjoys his hands all over you and yours on him. Down his back, on his sides, through his hair. He likes to feel you with him. And just your body contact in general gets him going.


Straight out - My boy here knows how to use his mouth okAy i’m just saying,, he gets a kick out of going down on you and watching your hips buck upward and your face flush pink and just everytHing!!

And shit his moAns when you’re going down on him bye,,!!

His Name

Once again, probably not a kink, but when you moan his name or just even say it in a sensual way my bAby Boy is dead!! it gets him going he loves it and yikesyikes frebgeruibgeugebu;


Any sound coming from you is just causing his heart to fry and his mind to go eubeuribgperberi. He loves to know you’re enjoying it and he just thinks it’s down right sexy afff like “Yes, fuck, moan for me baby.”

Special Place (For You and Me)

Request: Hey could you do a cute Steven imagine where he’s heartbroken because Nancy is with Jonathan and the reader kinda of confesses their love for him. They always liked him but are also Nancy’s best friend so never made a move? Thaaanks if you do it.
Word Count: 1817 (I may have went a little overboard)
Rating: T (some language)
A/N: IM ACTUALLY REALLY PROUD OF THIS ONE, SO GO ME! Requests are open btw so send those over! This is also dedicated to a special anon who recently got out of a bad relationship. This isn’t the actual fic yet, but just thought you might enjoy it. If you ever need anything, I’ll be here with some cool headcanons about Steve! 

“Alright, here we are.” Steve stopped the car in front of Hawkins Middle School. “Remember, once you get in there-”

“Pretend like I don’t care.” Dustin continued, shaking his head casually and shrugged.

“You don’t care.”

“I don’t care.”

“There you go, you’re learning, my friend. You’re learning.” Steve nodded. You stifled a laugh at how stupid and endearing he was being to Dustin and stopped as Steve turned to give you a look. You reminded yourself to tease him about that later.

Dustin checked himself once again in the mirror, obviously worried about his hair. You quickly reached over to him and swatted his hands away from the mirror, trying to reassure him. “Hey, come on, you look adora-great, you look great. Just great.”

“Now, you’re gonna go in there. You look like a million bucks. And you’re gonna slay ‘em dead.” Steve emphasized on this, looking Dustin right in the eye.

“Like a lion.” Dustin rolled his tounge, making a purring sound. At this, you and Steve rolled your eyes, so you shook your head, stopping him.

“Yeah, don’t do that, okay?”


Steve extended his hand out to Dustin, which he returned, “Good luck.”

Dustin unbuckled his seatbelt then opened the car. You and Steve watched in anticipation as he walked to the building, silently hoping that he wouldn’t wuss out, though you highly doubted that. Steve was smiling proudly, while you were biting your lip from excitement. Your boy was going to the dance!

He finally got to Mr. Clarke, who was handing out the tickets to get in. They seemed to make small talk for a minute, then Steve turned his head to look into the inside of the dance. You did so as well, and saw your best friend, Nancy. You forgot that she was helping with the Snow Ball, but there she was, giving out punch to middle schoolers.

You looked at Steve, and for a fleeting moment, you saw something in his eye. Memories. Sadness. Regret. Little did he know, as you looked at him, you felt what he felt for Nancy. You were about to speak up, but then Steve turned back to the steering wheel and started the engine. “Alright, missy. It’s just you and me.”

You let out a hum in affirmation, and Steve drove faster. “Where are we going, Harrington?”

“The best spot in this whole damn city.”

During the whole ride, he wouldn’t tell you where he was driving you to. In fact, he wouldn’t even talk at all, except for a few “we’re almost there” and “y/n, stop playing with the radio.” You desperately wanted to know, but you kept quiet. Steve was usually right about what he said, so what could possibly go wrong?

'Everything.’ You thought as you looked over at him. Ever since you started liking him, everything went wrong. From the minute you first saw him in your first year of high school, you knew it. This boy would be trouble. But you liked him anyway, because he had cool hair and an air of charm and casuality. Then, it turned to more than that.

Suddenly, it wasn’t just about him being cool. It was because he was nice and underneath all his “I don’t care” attitude, you saw what he was really like. Alone. In your sophomore year, you found him, alone, at his own party, silently sobbing, clutching a phone. Then, you noticed how his parents were constantly gone. He confided in you that night, and that single conversation formed a friendship between you two.

You thought that maybe he’d finally notice your feeling for him. And at first, you really believed he liked you, hanging around you and your friends more, doing stuff with you guys. Then, you realized that he was actually vying for Nancy.

Of course, you backed off, because Nancy was your best friend and no boy was gonna come between you two! But every time you saw them together, you couldn’t help but admit that there was a twinge of pain in your heart.

A year later, and Nancy and Steve broke up. You wanted to tell him how you felt, but you restrained yourself. He was hurt. He probably wasn’t ready to get into a relationship again, especially not with her ex’s best friend.

Finally, Steve stopped the car. You leaned forward, examining your surroundings. It was just a bunch of tall trees, looming darkly over you. You raised your eyebrows. “Is this your secret spot to hide dead bodies, Harrington?”

“Shut up. We’re not there yet.” Steve took out a few flashlights from his trunk and tossed one over to you, then lead the way. “You comin’ or what?”

“I am, I am, just wait.” Rolling your eyes, you ran up to catch up to him, and you saw him smile a little bit. You and Steve walked for quite a bit for a little while, and you were starting to get impatient, shining your flashlight on every random thing and clicking your fingers on your sides. “Are we there yet?”


“That’s what you said ten 'almosts’ ago.”

“Shhh. Be patient. We’re getting really close. For real, this time.”

That’s when you saw it. A clearing. You looked over at Steve, and he smiled. So this was it. You quickly ran over to it, and you were instantly confused. “Um… what am I supposed to be excited about?”

Steve rolled his eyes, then walked over to you. “Turn off your flashlight and maybe you’ll see it.”

“I swear to god, Harrington, if this is a trick-” You pointed your flashlight at him threateningly. “Your ass is grass and I’ll hunt you down.”

He feigned mock pain, placing a hand on his chest with a sad face. “I’m offended, Y/N. Why don’t you just trust me?”

You switched off your flashlight and Steve did so as well, and you waited. You were about to give up and start doing your “i-told-you-so” speech, until you saw it. Oh my god, he was right. This was the best spot in the city. On the sky, were the most stars you had ever seen, scattered about endlessly, and you wondered how you had never seen a sight like this in Hawkins before.

You whirled around to face Steve with a bewildered look on your face, both amazed and curious. “How the hell did you find this place?”

He shrugged. “Meh, a little blind luck and some tips from a few friends. No big deal.”

“No big deal?! This place is so cool!”

You heard some rustling and the small sound of a pop! from Steve and you smirked. “I know what’ll make it even cooler.”

“Did you seriously bring alcohol?”

“It’s Pepsi, so don’t get excited. I have to make things PG ever since Dustin found my stash.” He walked ahead of you and sat down, taking a large swig out of the bottle.

You lazily made your way over to him and reclined, motioning for him to pass the bottle. As you took a small sip of it, you smiled. Pepsi. Oh how King Steve Harrington had changed. You gave it back to him and lied on your back, relishing in the view. But it wasn’t the stars you were looking at.

Steve was hunched over, taking sips from the drink occasionally and looking at the sky. You could tell he spent a lot of time here from how he studied the stars carefully and smiled when he recognized some constellations. A smile crept to your face too, and Steve looked over at you. “What?”


He rolled his eyes, then lied down next to you. “I can tell when you’re lying, you know.”

“… Fine. I was thinking.” You placed yourself on your side, mindlessly playing with the buttons on your jacket. You chewed your lip nervously, afraid of what you might accidentally say next.

“About what?”

“You.” Avoiding his eyes, you took the bottle from him and took a large drink of it. You could already feel his gaze on you.

“What exactly about me?”

“Just… random stuff. Stupid things.” It came out as a whisper, and even you could tell that was a lie. And you knew he saw right through it too. There was only silence for a long time, and you went back to your original position, looking at the stars and being grateful that the darkness hid the redness of your face.

“I was thinking about you too.” Steve smiled sheepishly. At this you  furrowed your eyebrows, curious. He took this as a sign to keep going. “Do you remember when you helped me ask Nancy out?”

You hummed in agreement, and he nodded. “I told you that you should take her to a special place you liked and tell her how you really felt.”

His voice broke, then he chuckled in fear. “Well, I took her to the library.”

You snorted. “The most special place on Earth.”

“Y/N.” His voice was serious now, and he sat up to face you. “This is the special place for me.”

Slowly, you connected the puzzle piece together, and your eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

“I like you, Y/N.” Steve said it so fast that you almost missed it, but you heard it as clear as day. “It’s okay if you don’t like me back or anything but I just wanted to say-”

“I like you too.” You gulped. “I’ve liked you ever since the first time I met you.”

“… Really?”

“I wanted to tell you, I did. But, you had Nancy. And you were so happy. I didn’t want to ruin that.” Shyly, you finally got the guts to look him in the eye, and you saw the brightest smile you had seen from him in months. A genuine one.

Steve straightened up, smiling even more. “Well then, Miss L/N. Since we got the admitting thing out of the way now, I’d like to take you out on a date.”

You laughed at the formality but went along with it. “I’d love that.”

He laughed too, and it sounded like music to your ears. He got up and whooped to the sky, screaming and shouting in glee and you grinned and cheered as well. And at that moment, everything felt… right. Like you were where you were supposed to be all along.

Here’s the drawing based on @thatsthat24‘s Morality. Patton is too pure for this world and must be protected.

Virgil’s: (x)

Roman’s: (x)

Also if anyone would be interested in prints of these tell me because i may do that 


  • Peter would have never been to a concert
  • But he would have heard tales about May and Ben’s trips to various concerts and festivals
  • He would have always wanted to go but knew that he didn’t have the time or the money
  • Big, warm hugs and laughs of disbelief
  • “When is it?”
  • “This weekend”
  • “You mean like, tomorrow, this weekend?”
  • “Yeah”
  • “Oh my -“
  • He’d be breathing so heavily and grinning so much and aw just so exciTED
  • For the rest of the day you guys would ONLY listen to that band while you hung out in his room
  • “What color do you think this song is gonna be?”
  • “What?”
  • “You know, how the lights are different colors at concerts and stuff, what color do you think this one is gonna be?”
  • “Oh, I dunno, Peter”
  • “I think it’s gonna have purple lights.”
  • You’d just smile and shake your head causE DO r K
  • The next morning you’d get some texts from him
  • “YOU READY?”
  • It’d be at like 7 in the morning too like why is this boy even uP
  • He’d come over a few hours prior with snacks and stuff
  • “Is this okay? What I’m wearing? I didn’t know what to wear.”
  • He’d be in a plain t-shirt with an old jacket on over
  • Looking real cute
  • “Looks great, Peter”
  • He’d just give a relieved smile aww
  • He would have also brought some special earpieces Tony made to make the sound less intense for his special spidey hearing
  • He’d sit on your bed and watch you get ready
  • Like be so amazed watching you do your makeup
  • “How do you - how doesn’t that hurt?”
  • “It’s just mascara, Peter”
  • You’d both be cracking up by the end because he’d be making stupid faces behind you in the mirror trying to get you to mess up
  • “We’re going to see them oh my gosh”
  • “They’re going to be right in front of us”
  • “oh my gosh”
  • s o  g i d d y
  • You’d get to the venue with your tickets and the sun would be setting
  • A small crowd would be gathered around the door
  • You’d both thank the ticket lady and head in
  • It’d be an outdoor concert
  • An amphitheater kind of thing
  • Small groups of people would be gathered around in various places and you guys would head up towards the front
  • The lights would start to dim and since the band was kind of obscure, there wouldn’t be an opener
  • Peter would be really jumpy at your side and would keep turning and just smiling really big at you
  • The band members would come on stage and you’d both
  • lose
  • it
  • Like I’m talking Peter’s jaw would drop and you’d just be stammering
  • “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod”
  • Peter would be hitting your shoulder over and over in shock
  • And then you’d both start screaming and hollering and Peter’s hands would shoot up in the air
  • The members would be silhouetted by a blue glow and smoke and fog would be billowing from the machines on the stage
  • The sky would be nearly dark now
  • The shadows of stars peeking out behind the blankets of smoke
  • The band would wave and move to their places on the stage
  • Peter would turn to you with such wide eyes
  • “It’s actually them”
  • “Oh my god it’s actually them”
  • Literally this kiddo would be on the verge of tears
  • Light, hearty laughs of disbelief awww
  • You’d both be jumpy and giggly
  • “Thank you so much for inviting me ohmygod”
  • “Who else would I go with you dork”
  • Goofy smiles uF
  • The bassist would strum his first note and it would crash over the whole area
  • Wild cheers would erupt and Peter would do a gasp-exhale type thing
  • And they’re hit another note, getting more cheers
  • Peter would be smiling and laughing bubbly laughs, as would you
  • Soon, the song would start up
  • The drummer would start with the beat and then the guitarist would start strumming
  • The singer would be swaying a little bit with their head down in the middle of the stage, hand gripping the microphone
  • You’d be struggling to make yourself watch them because Peter’s face would be pRICELESS.
  • His features would be intensified with the contrast of the dark of the night and the glow of the stage
  • Eyes open wide and bright with reflections of blue
  • His mouth would be gently open and the corner would be tugging into a smile
  • Curls tucked neatly and jacket strings uneven
  • Breathless and in disbelief
  • s h o o t
  • The song would start to pick up, along with the bassline, and the whole area would be throbbing with the beat
  • The shadows of heads in front of you would be nodding along and swaying
  • Peter would be smiling really wide now, gently shaking his head and swaying his shoulders
  • He’d keep looking over at you, watching you bite your lip and move to the song
  • It would get to the heavy part of the song and the bass would be sO intense
  • Peter would turn to you and tap the center of his chest
  • “I can feel it, I can feel the beat”
  • You’d be grinning at how he was having to shout a little bit to be heard
  • You’d nod and smile at him
  • “I can feel it, too, Peter”
  • He’d breathlessly laugh and keep his hand on his chest
  • “We have the same heartbeat”
  • He’d turn back to you with his realization, wide-eyed and giddy
  • “We all have the same heartbeat”
  • He’d gesture to the field of people
  • You’d giggle and nod, patting your chest
  • A couple more songs would go on and slowly Peter would get more comfortable dancing
  • Little nods and lip bites and head shakes and his hands would be tapping his hips
  • His neat curls would nOt be neat anymore
  • They’d be falling over his forehead, a little damp with sweat, shaken from all of the goofy dancing
  • He’d even start shouting out the lyrics to the songs he knew well
  • Fist pumping occasionally
  • You’d start to do the same and you guys would be aw so cute
  • But you’d also be like that couple
  • Holding hands and crap
  • Cause Peter was normally weird about PDA and so were you
  • Like uhh no one wants to see that that’s for later
  • But he’d be so adrenaline-filled
  • Like at one point he’d just turn to you with the biggest grin on his face and pull you into a kiss
  • You’d feel the buzz of the music on your lips
  • Warm and strong and happy and humming
  • You guys would both start laughing and break away
  • And then thAt song would come on
  • The one you guys were talking about earlier
  • The lights would go from a light yellow to a cold purple and Peter would turn to you, wide-eyed
  • “It’s the song, it’s the song, it’s puRPLE
  • He’d be so jumpy and giggly
  • “Yeah, I knew it I KnEW IT”
  • AW
  • He looked really good in the purple lighting too like cmon but he also looked good in any lighting though so
  • The band would finish up with a slower song
  • It was one that you guys had a lot of memories with
  • He had come over when you were sad and pulled you off the bed to dance with you
  • It had helped a lot
  • May had also had it playing one day while you were chilling on the couch
  • You had hummed to the beat and snuggled more
  • One day you guys had been baking to the song
  • Might have also made out to it one time whoOps
  • When the song ended you guys would both be so sappy and content 
  • Your head against his shoulder
  • One hand holding his arm, the other looped in his hand
  • He’d mumble into your hair, sighing as the lights faded
  • “You’re the best.”
  • “So are you, Parker.”

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96hoon  asked:

bruh can i request a guanlin as a barista scenario?? ur a tru homie thanks

aight AIGHt i got u my dude 

Originally posted by euiwoong

THIS IS KINDA LONG SO ITS UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE I GOT CARRIED AWAY LMAO . it’s not that good either??? could definitely be a little out of character, but !!! I tried as best as I could while being rushed to do it so I hope it’s not too terrible !

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those two little words

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Prompt: “45!! with Tom Holland :)” #45 off of this prompt list is “Make me.”

Requested by: Anonymous 

Warnings: nothing really, kissing (?)

Word count: 2,493

Notes: Guys! I have a bunch of requests sent in, but it’ll take a while for me to get to them! So if you want to find it once it’s posted I recommend not sending it on anon! Also, it really helps if you specify what character you want the fic written about! Thanks!!

(Y/c/n) = Your character’s name.

Originally posted by parkrpeters

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anonymous asked:

how about bakugou coming out as trans and hes superhappy (probably tries not to show it) that theyre super supportive

I really enjoyed drawing this ;o;/ I hope you like it sweet anon!

the Bakusquad loves Bakugou no matter what

also this is probably one of the only times he let(s) the others shower him in love and affection

Also!! I’m still taking cutsey and angsty requests so feel free to send me some!

anonymous asked:

Kirishima, Todoroki, Shinsou and Midoriya accidentally saw his shy crush put their love letter in his desk/bag bc they're too shy to confess directly & not brave enough to give it to him directly either. Headcanons of how they react? P.S. I love your gif & profile pic. Then again, I'm a fan of Midoriya so I approve ;)

(Okay! And, ah, thank you. I was wondering if it was too Midoriya-centered, but I’m very glad someone out there likes them!)


- Really confused when he sees his crush place a letter inside his desk/bag

- Quickly reaches for the note

- Gasps a bit as he reads the love note, then can’t believe his eyes

- Happy that they have mutual feelings, but wishes they directly came to him

- Feels bad that they had to go to the extent of writing a note and sneaking it inside his desk/bag

- As soon as possible, he reaches out to them and asks to speak to them privately

       - “Hey, crush/name. I have to admit, I saw you putting a love letter inside my desk/bag…But, please don’t be embarrassed. I think you’re super cute, too! Let’s go out sometime, okay?”


- Suspicious of the letter and his crush when he sees them

- After some time has passed, he cautiously opens/reads the letter

- Mulls over what crush has written and feels shocked yet euphoric

- Quietly and privately approaches his crush

      - “Crush/name…I saw you put this in my bag/desk. If what you wrote is true, I’m happy that the feelings are mutual. You know, you don’t have to be so shy around me.”

     - Intensely staring at crush as he talks, feeling very much in love


- Wonders what his crush is up to as they place a note in his desk/bag 

- When no one is looking, he quickly reads the note

- Initially, he’s confused and upset

     - Thinks it’s a prank or a joke 

     - Crumples letter up, not able to believe any of it

- Wants to avoid his crush, but the entire situation is really nagging him, so he quietly confronts them

     - “Crush/name, there was no reason for you to play a joke on me. This letter… I never expected you, of all people, to be a bully. Are you pranking me because you think I have a villainous Quirk? Really mature of you.”

- When he realizes that it was genuine, he feels bad and apologizes sincerely

     - Still can hardly believe that his crush likes him back

-Shyly admits his feelings


- Pretty confused and analyzes crush’s intentions when he sees them putting the note in his desk/bag

- Hesitantly opens up the letter

- Can’t control his blushing as he reads it

- He has some doubts, but he really wants to believe that the letter is true

- Admires his crush for writing a letter and keeps it

- Musters all of his courage to talk to his crush about the letter

     - “Hi… Crush/name, I’m sorry, but I saw…I saw you, um, putting a love letter in my desk/bag. I guess it was supposed to be a surprise…either way, it was quite a shock! I’m glad you like me…because, I like you, too!”

let me love you (jefferson x reader x alex)

request : modern au??? angsty stuff !?? ooH basically ur eliza and Alex cheats on u and then u get pissed & break up w him and then go hook up w Jefferson to piss him off but then that becomes a thing and now Alex regrets everything (-anon)

warning : slight smut , angst, cussin, alex cheated so 

a/n : wooo writers block send me more requests. also its not v anon i know who sent this bc she kept on texting me to do it. 

“alex? what the fuck is this?” you choked, throwing your phone at him. Maria had texted you. is this y/n? im so sorry that i had to let you know this way. i just found out you are with alexander… we have been hooking up for about two months. im so so sorry he told me he was single. 

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Title: Our First Night

anonymous requested: Could you do a request for a girl who is around 19-20, dark blue eyes, pale skin, and dark brunette hair who is like innocent looking but actually has a really dirty and witty sense of humor. And Negan kind of falls in love with her? Could her name be Lara? And could it involve smut? Like dirty sex haha with anal and him talking really dirty before the sex and then during? 💓 💜

Character(s): Negan and Lara (original female character)
Summary: Lara has a big crush on the leader of the Sanctuary, Negan. Tonight, though, she finds out just exactly how mutual the feelings are.
Word Count: 2,904
Warning: SMUT! Honestly, dirty af smut! Significant age difference and anal! So, beware if you are not into that sort of thing! 
Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who sent me this! And also, thank you so very much for including some features so I can picture the girl and include it in the story! Whoever sent this request in, I hope it meets your standards and that I executed your idea well! Thank you again for sending it in! Enjoy! :-)

(GIF Source: @justnegan)

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