but let me just say i have a lot of feelings for these two

A Moment (Richie/Eddie)

Summary: In which Richie and Eddie are both flustered by a moment that was rudely interrupted.

Prompt 86: “Have you seen- oh

Prompt 42: “I’d like to talk to you when you have your pants on, okay?”

A/N: Thankyou to who requested this!! This is so hard not to make sexual as the request specifically asked for them to be in the middle of a ‘moment’ like a make out and they’re walked in on. Please don’t think I’m trying to sexualise the kiddos in any way shape or form because that is not my intention. ALSO, they’re 15 in this fic!! I’m this age and people at my age are doing MUCH worse than making out so please keep your argument about me sexualising them to yourselves bC TEENAGERS MAKE OUT, TEENAGERS DO A LOT OF BA D THINGS

“Eds, hey- Eds.”

Eddie grumbled, pulling the sheets over his head to block out the voice of Richie Tozier.

“Eds, c’mon. Get up.”

“Fuck off Richie. Don’t call me that.” Eddie hissed, staying under the sheets and attempting to fall back into a peaceful slumber.

Richie frowned, his head tilted with his glasses falling down his nose. He lifted a single finger up and pushed them up, leaving yet again another fingerprint against his dirtied lenses. His imprint smudges the sight in once light, but Richie barely notices.

“No one is fucking here, I think Bill and Stan left.” Richie pestered on, grabbing Eddie’s shoulder and shaking it heavily.

Eddie frowned, eyes slowly sliding open and a groan of frustration leaves Eddie’s lips and he sits up, glaring daggers at Richie with fresh tears of waking up abruptly on his waterline.

“Richie, you fucking asshole. That is what you wake me up for?”

“Well, I woke up alone and I didn’t want to be alone. Why is that a problem?”

“I barely sleep as it is, Richie! You just fucking broke me from an actual good sleep!” Eddie cried, anger pulsing through his veins before he quickly calms down, grabbing his hair strands as he places his head in his hands.

Richie couldn’t help but feel guilt for his own selfish actions, sighing quietly and awkwardly patting at his bare thigh as he only wore underwear and a random band tee, as always, to sleep.

“Eds, I’m sorry.” Richie sat down, climbing onto the mattress next to Eddie.

Eddie was silent for a moment before speaking up, “It’s fine. I didn’t mean to totally freak out.” Eddie too let the nickname slide, as he played with the edged trim of the blanket that covered his own bare legs. 

Silence pierced the thin air of Bill’s room, as the two sat in silence next to each other with their elbows grazing one another. Richie sucked in his bottom lip, and shuddered as he wasn’t covered by Eddie’s bedding and was exposed to the late September air.

“Why don’t you sleep good, Eds?” Richie questioned, with his head tilted and looking towards Eddie.

Eddie nibbled at the skin that peeled from his lower lip, rubbing his hands together and he shrugged.

“I..I guess it’s just nightmares? They’re weird. Like, fuck.” Lies. Total fucking lies.

“What are they like?” Richie watched the way his hands moved and jittered, which was a sign he was lying as well as the lip biting.

“Well,” Eddie started, before trying to find his words as if thinking through everything he was about to say and how he would say it, “Um, just stuff like me getting sick. Shit like that.”

Richie thought about how long he had to think about his supposed ‘nightmares’ and his response to his question. Richie nodded, not pressuring the boy any further.

Eddie gulped as he thought of the real reason, one of his slight fears that often triggered his anxiety late at night. His sexuality. See, Eddie was still curious and testing the waters with himself; not knowing if he was into girls or into guys or both. That wasn’t the problem though, his problem was his Mother. His mother would possibly think that Eddie would be screwed up mentally and have many mental illnesses if he told his Mother that he liked guys in any way shape or form. He’d never get a break and he’d never be allowed to have sleepovers like this or even be allowed to talk another male ever again.

Eddie cringed as the thoughts came back to him, quickly trying to shake them away by focusing upon Richie. 

“So, how was your night? Sleeping, I mean.”

“Oh, I sleep like a fucking rock.” Richie chuckles, his shoulders moving as he chuckles. 

“How is sleeping like a rock a good thing?” Eddie tilts his head, looking to Richie, “Rocks are hard, it must be hard to sleep.”

Richie smirks, “Maybe that’s because I am hard most of the time.”

Eddie is confused for a moment before realisation hits him forcefully and he groans with a blush spreading over his cheeks, “Fuck off, Richie. You know what I meant.”

“Especially morning wood, oh boy, let me tell you-”

Eddie clamps a hand over Richie’s mouth before he gets more flustered than he already is. Eddie’s eyes are wide, staring into Richie’s without blinking. Richie can’t help but notice how the two boys were as close as ever, with Eddie obviously blushing like a tomato. Richie felt his smirk grow even more under Eddie’s palm and he wiggled his eyebrows at the crimson boy.

Eddie felt the movements under his palm, staring into Richie’s large eyes due to his spectacles, before sighing in annoyance.

“Seriously, Richie? Your lenses are jacked up.” Eddie removes his hand before taking Richie’s glasses off slowly and carefully.

Richie was too slow to protest, feeling his own face heat up as his whole face was no longer hidden by his coke bottle glasses which covered a lot of his insecurities up.  Richie felt exposed in a weird way, not being able to see Eddie properly but Eddie being able to see every pore and flaw that laid upon Richie’s face. 

Eddie breathed hot air onto both lenses, using his own shirt to wipe away each of the finger prints and splashes from substances that had stained the lenses.

Richie watched with blind eyes, barely being able to tell what he was doing for him. His eyes were squinted and his head tilted forward and staring directly at the hazed actions.

Finally, Eddie was done and he lifted them up delicately, placing them back on Richie’s face with a small and soft grin. 

“Be more clean, asshole. Isn’t that much better?” Eddie folded his arms over smugly.

Richie blinked and pushed them up higher on his nose, this time with the small space between the lenses and not smudging them like he usually does. He could see much clear, being able to see the soft sun rays peak through the curtains and shining on Eddie’s baby face. He admired everything in that moment, how one eye of his was squinting due to the orange-y hue that blinded one of his eyes from seeing Richie properly and the other remaining soft and bambi like. How Eddie’s right corner of his lips was arched higher than the other and how his usually neatened chocolate strands were in fact out of place and going in every direction.

Richie couldn’t help himself, he really couldn’t. The moment before him couldn’t be more flawless.

Really? You’re gonna do this now? Now-

Richie’s thoughts were cut off by his actions as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Eddie’s.

Eddie’s smug look was wiped away in a split second, his eyes widening as he stared at Richie’s closed pair of eyes with shock and in awe. Eddie had both of his hands raised at the side of Richie’s face in shock which soon, he melted. He melted perfectly against Richie and his hands fell onto his cheeks, feeling Richie’s heated skin beneath his clammy palms. 

Richie felt his hands snake around Eddie’s waist, pulling him onto his lap for a better position in the kiss. Richie, being much more confident than Eddie in the whole ‘first kiss’ scenario as Eddie was of course, oblivious on how to kiss.

The two newly found 15 year old boys, had their arms all over each other with their lips smearing against the other pair that battled for dominance in the kiss. Richie ran his tongue across Eddie’s bottom lip for a silent ask for permission, knowing his boundaries due to Eddie’s phobia of anything to do with germs or sickness’. Eddie hesitated, before opening his lips to allow Richie swirl his tongue inside in perfect sync with Eddie’s. Richie was soft, comfortable and caring for Eddie, making sure to not cross any lines that would make Eddie be disgusted or revolted in any way.

Eddie then pushes Richie forward. At first, this caused Richie to think that he did somehow cross the line but instead- he was pushed on his back and Eddie was sitting on his lower stomach.

Richie stared up at Eddie with soft eyes as well as a smirk. “I always thought you’d be a bottom, Eds.” 

Eddie’s chest burned bright as his blush had spread all over. “Shut up, asshole. I don’t like it when you call me that.”

But oh, how they both knew that what Eddie had said was a lie.

Eddie then leaned down, his lips colliding with Richie’s again, tasting the same blackberry bubblegum that lingered on Richie’s set of lips from the previous night whilst his own tasted of mint. His legs begun shaking lightly from the intense makeout session that was happening currently, only for Richie to place his hand on the back of Eddie’s thigh to soothe him.

Hey have you seen- oh.”

Eddie flung himself away from Richie and Richie fell off the mattress head first with a grunt of pain leaving past his pink and swollen lips. Eddie pressed his back against the wall, tidying his messy hair and trying to cover his own flustered blush that had been permanently tattooed onto his cheeks.

Both saw Stan, stood there, with a water gun in his hands and his own face heating up in embarrassment from walking in on a situation which could’ve went anywhere if he had not walked in. Stan gulped audibly and looked elsewhere.

I’d like to talk to you when you have your pants on, okay?

The two boys looked at each other in horror and realised how the situation must look to someone like Stan who just walked in on the two boys pantless and in their underwear with Eddie sitting on top of Richie in a heated makeout.

“No Stan it’s not-”

Stan had already walked off, without letting Richie finish his sentence.

Eddie quickly reached for his inhaler which was kept under his pillow, taking a few quick puffs from anxiety racing under his skin. Richie looked over worryingly before sighing.

“Look, don’t worry. Lets just get dressed and go talk to him, kay’?”

Despite Richie’s comforting words, Eddie couldn’t help but feel his fear of his sexuality raise higher and higher. He pushed it back as both him and Richie dressed themselves in their usual attire for the day.

Both boys, once done changing, looked at eachother with soft eyes and Richie then offered his hand out to Eddie and tilting his head as if he was mentally asking, ‘Are you okay?’

Eddie nodded, reaching his own out and grabbing Richie’s for comfort. Richie then walked forward and guided his soon to be boyfriend out of Bill’s empty bedroom.

instant gratification 03 (m)

Originally posted by bangtan7beyondthescene


➾ smut, angst, fluff

➾the final part of this series, please read the first three parts if you haven’t!

instant gratification 01 | 02 | 2.5

It’s like time has slowed to an ambling crawl, and all that ever exists has ceased to matter; except in this room with the three of you standing, facing each other like fighters in a ring. All you’re aware of is the way your breath has frozen over in your chest, and the way Jeongguk is clutching something so tightly in his hand, mirroring your own fisted palm.

“Jeongguk, no,” the sound of your voice pierces through the tense atmosphere, and is that really your voice? Why does it sound so unconvincing, so lacking in resolve, so broken? You clear your throat and attempt to try again, because your eyes are locked on Jeongguk’s own milky caramel ones, filled with a murky rage that threatens to break past the surface. “Jeongguk, this is not what it looks like, I swear-“

He only responds with an acerbic laugh that’s short and cutting, and it makes every breath you take feel razor sharp.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Bts reaction to there GF had a hickey from them and hiding it with lace choker 💞 ;) if you know what I mean ;))))


You pass thought the corridor, passing by the monstudio. The door opens and Namjoon appears in the embrasure. You slow down and when you come up to him, you notice his naughty look. You guess that he has another idea in mind rather than working and leans against the wall, crossing your arms to look at him. You playfully stare at each other for a moment before Namjoon grabs your choker. He brings you closer to him, his smirk making you want to eat him alive. Your faces are so close that you feel his hot breath against your lips. « I want to mark you even more when I see you wearing this thing… ». You don’t say anything, just smiling mischievously, enjoying the way he devours you with his eyes. Namjoon passes a finger under your choker, brushing the hickey he gave you this morning, making you slightly grin in pain. Namjoon bites his lip and, while twisting your choker to choke you very lightly, sticks his body against you. Short of breath, the delicious pressure turning you on instantly, you hold a moan when he whispers against your mouth : « And now I’m horny. Do something about it. » He takes off his fingers from your choker to grab your throat, tightening his embrace enough to make you want to tear off his clothes. You push him inside the studio and close the door behind you, pushing him on the couch to sit on his lap, Namjoon still smirking.


You’re having a party with the boys to celebrate the release of HER. It’s just a small party, just between you eight. You wear a pretty black dress for the occasion and wears a large lace choker, not because of aestheticism, but simply because you couldn’t hide the big hickey Tae gave your last night, even under a thick layer of foundation. You hope that no one has noticed and just enjoy the evening with your friends. When Taehyung gets up to take something in the kitchen, Jimin, who sat beside you, gets up to join him. You watch them from afar, wondering what Jimin is whispering in your man’s ear. Taehyung listens attentively and when Jimin moves away from his ear to giggle, Tae stares at you. You lightly jump and look elsewhere, trying not to look suspicious. Then, Hobi asks you something and for a moment you forget the scene you have just seen. After a while, while you laugh out loud from the stupid things Yoongi & Hobi are saying, you feel a hand spreading your hair to the side. Taehyung sits behind you and strokes your choker with his fingertips. No one is looking at you, except for Jimin. You exchange an amused look while Tae slightly lowers your choker to see with his own eyes the mark he has left. He bites his lip as he puts it back in place, making you giggle. You tongue out to Jimin who starts to giggle too.


You’re about to fall asleep in your boyfriend’s arms when you feel the vibration of a quiet « Mh ? » coming from his chest. You open your eyes and feel his fingers against your neck, getting closer to your choker. « I don’t know this one » he says, trying to touch it. You gently spread his hand, not wanting him to discover the reason why you wear a choker while you stayed all day in pajamas, enjoying his day off. Jin tries to touch it again but you don’t let him, a little more keenly this time. Jin grows an annoyed whine and tries again. This time, you strike his hand. « YAH ! You little… ». It follows a ridiculous fight, Jin tightening his embrace to immobilize you while trying to touch your choker while you squirm like a carp out of the water. « Why don’t you let me touch it ? Huh ? Are you hiding something from me ? ». Jin is almost upset, trying to bite your hands when you try to escape his grip. Realizing that you will not be able to get out of it, you start shouting like him : « I don’t know, maybe I’m trying to hide the big ass hickey you gave me last night ?! » Jin stops moving, looking at you with his eyes wide open. A few moments pass before you both burst out laughing.


It’s very late at night and Taehyung is craving sweets & candies. You don’t know how but Hoseok & you found yourselves in charge of buying some for everyone in the little store down the street. So here you are, in the store, wandering in the small shelves, dressed in the worst way possible to go out : sweat pants, ugly old hoodies and baseball caps. As you look at all the varieties of candy, Hoseok comes closer to you and notices something strange in your outfit : you wear an elegant pink choker. « Why are you wearing a fancy choker right now ? ». You slightly shudder, noticing how close he is to you, and reply vaguely, wanting to escape from the conversation. You smile at him and walk away to another shelve. Hoseok giggles, suspicious and amused, and follows you. You fasten your steps and get chased by him in the tiny aisles of the store. Hoseok ends up catching you from behind and, with one arm hugging you tight so you can’t escape, lower your choker with his other hand. When he sees the hickey, he smirks and softly kisses your neck. You giggle softly and let him kiss yours lips, his hands stroking your neck.


You’re sitting in front of the mirror and finish your makeup. You smile when you see Yoongi approaching through the mirror. He puts a kiss on the top of your head as you put your lipstick back in its place. He looks at you lovingly and his eyes moves down on your choker. « That’s new ? » You nod, smiling under the caress of his fingers that come to touch the black lace choker. Through the mirror, you see that he slightly lower the choker & realize that he just saw the hickey you were trying to hide. He sneers ironically and you feel the annoyance in his voice : « So… You want to hide my marks… » You start to stutter, slightly nervous : « N-no… It’s just… ». You don’t have time to add anything : Yoongi passes his hand under your hair and tears off your choker, taking your breath away for a second. You watch the piece of fabric fly through the room and moan when Yoongi leans to sink his teeth in the sensitive flesh of your neck, slightly above the one he gave you last night. Your eyes roll behind your skull when he begins to suck your skin, causing a violent wave of heat in your body. Once he’s satisfied with the mark he just left, he starts again, a little lower, snatching a louder moan from your mouth. You pass your hand on his neck, your fingers clenching in his hair while he sucks your skin harder, leaving a new mark. « Let’s see how you’re gonna hide them, now… »


Jimin & you are seated on the terrace of a glacier, enjoying the two ice-creams you have ordered. The outside world no longer exists. Nothing else exists except the sound of your boyfriend’s laughter and the way he looks at you with all the love he has. You give him a taste of your ice cream and, after he has grown a little moan of contentment, frowns when he looks at your neck. « « I don’t know this one… It’s really pretty, but isn’t it a little too big ? » You raise your eyebrows with an incredulous look and, looking around you to make sure no one is looking, you lower your choker and gently said « Your fault. » When he sees the big hickey, Jimin almost choke on his ice cream and hides his eyes with his hand, slightly embarrassed. However, this innocent feeling doesn’t last long. You know very well that it turns Jimin on and you can’t help but getting turned on too. You spend the rest of your date flirting with each other, trying to make each other horny without even trying to hide it. Jimin even has the audacity to provoke you by softly passing his tongue on the spoon while throwing you an very naughty look. You decide to pay him back and get closer to lick his lip, lightly sucking the rest of ice cream without ceasing to look deeply into his eyes, owning a quiet grunt that vibrates in his chest.


It’s an ordinary afternoon in the bangtan dorm. Nothing special, everyone doing their usual occupations. So, naturally, you’re (literally) fighting with Tae, Jimin & Jungkook to decide who will choose the next game. You have made a lot of progress and handle the fight much longer than usual, with much better resistance to tickling and wrestling moves. You currently have a good grip on Jimin, sitting on his butt and pulling his arm on his back, making him giggle and yell at the same time. You’re sure you’re finally gonna win when you feel Tae’s arm wrapping around your neck, his stupid laugh echoing in the room. Without wanting it, he breaks your choker and startles when he notices it. Jungkook delivers you from his grip and everyone stands up to make sure he hasn’t hurt you. As you open your mouth to say that everything is fine, Jimin bursts into laughter, pointing your neck with his finger. Tae leans toward you and opens his eyes wide as he sees the enormous purple hickey that Jungkook gave you this morning. You jump and immediately hide in Jungkook’s arms, who start blushing, finding nothing better to do than insulting his best friends (who are dying from laughter)

omg-gilliankazoo-me  asked:

Headcanon: when did the batboys (+Bruce) realize that they were falling for their s/o and what was their reaction to realizing they're in love? I hope this helps to make your day better ❤️



  • Bruce realized be was in love when he saw you helping Dick with his homework
  • it was just a regular day for you and Bruce
  • You had spent the night at the manor
  •  when Bruce woke up the next morning he saw you and Dick on the Dining table trying to memorize the quadratic formula together
  • Bruce’s boys were the most important thing to him and seeing the proud look on your face when Dick solved a problem on his own and the look of excitement on Dick’s when you praised him made Bruce’s cold heart melt
  • At first the thought of being in love flustered him
  • he was used to a fatherly or familial type of love, not love love
  • the more he thought of it or you, the more it excited him
  • he wanted to be with you forever
  • he wanted to be the man you came home to every night
  • he wanted you to become the mother of his adopted children 
  •  he wanted to be happy with you
  • and he was

Keep reading

This Is War

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3077

Author’s Note: I’m kinda cruel in this fic, but it’ll all work out in the end! This is for @mf-despair-queen since I skipped classes today, so here you go babe! She also proofread this for me. She’s great. Salt of the earth!

Lydia was shoving me into my car, throwing my bag into the backseat as I attempted to get out of the driver’s seat when she slammed the door. “Lydia, I’m not following. Why are you trying to make me leave?” I asked and she sighed, running a hand through her strawberry blonde hair. I rolled down the car window so she could speak to me clearly, since I can’t exactly get out of the car.

Keep reading

Okay, so I just rewatched The Six Thatchers for the first time since the premiere and I have to beat a dead horse here, so If you want to go down that conspiracy rabbit hole, feel free to continue past the cut (it is an all-encompassing rant). This is your warning, no fair reading on and then getting upset over it and fighting me on my own post – that is not tolerated.

Keep reading

murderking: part deux

it’s here my friends, just in time for the release of trr book two, we are about to board the ss conspiracy yet again,, set sail for…. MURDER

  • so lets talk about the coronation and sis there is LOTS to talk about
  • king constantine?? more like…. king constant murders
  • first off, everyone’s favorite ginger bitch
  • if u poor like me and didn’t buy the scene to follow her, let me fill u in with these screenshots i stole from tumblr
  • so her parents were traitors
  • believable enough right?? i mean this family does not have the greatest track record (read: fuckin luther #tbt to the medieval ages)
  • but like….. why tf would anyone try to start a goddamn coup in cordonia
  • first of all the main export here is apples,,, one shitty winter and there goes the GDP
  • pick a better country fam!!! coup the shit out of like sweden or something, idk!!
  • like really tho what was their supposed “plan” here
  • assassinate the king? uhhh fam he got two damn sons
  • the nevrakis not even really that close in relation to the royal family,, they ain’t heirs!!!! how tf they gonna get this damn kingdom to support them after they overthrow a monarchy
  • cordonia really does it By The Books as we have learned from the ridiculous marriage/coronation law so p sure they would have just crowned leo’s teenage ass and wifed him up
  • and if the nevrakis took him out too then u best believe liam’s royal diaper would be sitting on that fuckin throne
  • toddlers & tiaras whoMST
  • cordonia don’t fux with logic!!!! democracy???? no place for it here!!!!
  • there’s no way that traitor shit is true
  • notice how she only says “King” and not queen or monarchy or royalty, etc….. hmmm yes very interesting….
  • oh also forgot to mention this but all this info is delivered by an ANONYMOUS LETTER?????? With PROOF ENCLOSED???
  • who is out here keepin receipts like this!!!
  • not maxwell!! he’s like fuckin three when this shit goin down; a bich out here concerned about potty training or w/e like he aint keeping a burn book
  • not madeleine!!! i mean she an old hoe for all we know (tryna marry liam’s older brother smh) so what she’s maybe like 8 or 9??? old enough to be shady on the playground but not in the damn palace
  • so who do we have with the means to make convincing old ass royal documents proving an assassination attempt/planned coup as well as the motive to get olivia the fuck out the way??????
  • hmMMmMMMmMmmM i wOnDeR wHo it could bE
  • cLEArLy cordonia is ready to bust a nut for the royals ok
  • bust a nut……. OR……. believe a completely implausible assassination story cop-out??? believe that two members of a prominent family (the nevrakis) were ~mysteriously killed~ for some god-knows-what reason, apparently with absolutely no thorough criminal investigation into the matter???????
  • 👀👀👀
  • more likely than u think
  • ok now we get a plot twist: whos the one who has CANONICALLY been keeping this (bull)shit a secret all along?
  • “i don’t know why he did it” ME NEITHER!!! MAKES NO SENSE!!! PROBABLY BECAUSE IT’S A LIE!!!!!!!!
  • maybe a small mercy for the surviving daughter of [the people he goDtDaMN murDeRD]
  • “maybe because revealing the plot would’ve been worse for cordonia’s stability than covering it up” uhhhh OR HE MADE THAT SHIT UP SIS!!! REVEALING THE PLOT GIVES PEOPLE THE CHANCE TO POKE THE DAMN HOLES
  • tbh she right tho i mean revealing the plot (of MURDERKING) would have been v bad for cordonia’s stability so can’t argue with her there
  • literally why this ominous as fuck final line
  • what the fuck u got this king to thank 4 sis
  • what he ever done 4 u
  • nnnnnnnn get in ur rolls royce and GO olivia!!!!!! run ur bich ass all the way to the POLICE
  • ok so now, from the mouth of the man himself
  • a sappy speech for his son?
  • “always hoped”????? ummmmm sir
  • sir did u forget
  • ur son leo
  • he’s here like he’s not on a damn cruise rn he in ur ballroom fuckin watchin u say this shit
  • miss me with that ivanka/tiffany dynamic
  • “it feels as though this outcome was……. inevitable
  • ok so i added that emphasis but don’t even lie,, u totally read it like that didn’t u
  • do i even gotta!!!!!! like what!!!! this some frank underwood type foreshadowing right here
  • reliable??? steady??? sounds like an excellent pawn to me!! let me just house of cards his ass!!!!!!!!!!! (ʘ‿ʘ✿)
  • “you will be the king that cordonia needs”
  • sir…… u really gotta get them speeches PROOFREAD by ur shady ass wife
  • regina be like uhh take out the part where u deadass reveal the plan maybe?
  • meanwhile liam just :)
  • not knowin shit
  • not helpin our ass for shit
  • w/e i got a bone to pick with liam rn like he’s still a Snack but he’s a Messy Snack like one of those nature valley bars out here leavin damn crumbs everywhere
  • tbh i don’t even know where this is going anymore I forgot my thesis time 2 conclude
  • the king that cordonia needs
  • basically murderking knows that liam is the spineless one
  • LOOK ok DO NOT COME FOR ME liam is a sweet bean and a gentle gingersnap but also he whipped out his dicc for madeleine waaaaay too fast if u ask me,, he been Trained
  • idk what olivia’s parents knew,, some shit probably or else they wouldn’t be worm food
  • but it’s pretty clear madeleine is the Chosen One™ 
  • leo fucked it up so now he out
  • liam ABouT to fuck it up,, so the king got rid of option #1 (mc) and option #2 (olivia)
  • and now madeleine is gonna be the queen, liam is gonna be the king, and constantine has… TRIUMPHED?!?!?!
  • stay tuned biches
  • xoxo gossip sarah
44335557! (18)

Part 18 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language, Mention of drugs and Adult themes.)

Summary: Your group of friends have gotten on well for years, but what happens when a divide is caused by joining the wrong people? School AU
OT5- Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol.

Word Count: 2,817

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

Baekhyun’s P.O.V.

The next morning that Baekhyun woke up he opened the link and stared down at the phone in shock and confusion; it didn’t make sense to him, he had no clue as to what was going on. He slipped his phone in his pocket and made his way down the stairs.

He sat in the car in silence listening to the soft hum of the engine as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.  There were so many thoughts swarming around in Byun Baekhyun’s head. First and foremost being Y/N; he could never get her out of the forefront of his brain no matter how hard he tried. He was aware that their friendship had dipped  as of late and it saddened him deeply. He loved Y/N and not just in a friendly way either, it was something more than that. He hadn’t loved her for too long, maybe for around 9 months; it became painfully obvious to him one day when they were revising alone together in the library, just them two of them nobody else. He enjoyed her company more than he could put into words and if he wasn’t being crazy he was sure he could see the glint in her eyes when she looked back at him. But then again she was a happy person with a bright personality and so it could just be her happiness shining through.
He never meant for Youngjae, Ana or Y/N to get hurt. It was never his intention; he never envisioned ‘harmless fun’ being like this. Graffiti, yes. Bodily harm, no. To be totally honest Baekhyun had missed hanging out with all of his friends but he was too scared to turn back now, not just because of what may happen to him but what may happen to them…to her.
However, truth be told he was still extremely upset about what Sehun and Y/N had done behind his back. He most definitely felt betrayed especially by Sehun. He knew that Sehun knew; he never outwardly told him, but Sehun was very observant and so what everyone else was oblivious to he could see from a mile off.

If someone had told Baekhyun that he would be involved in this type of stuff a year ago he would have told them that he was bluffing. But as of late he was so fed up with his life to the point in which he was sick of himself. Ending it all had become an optional wild card once or twice but he decided that was just a tad too selfish and radical. He had so much on his shoulders; the death of his favourite cousin, the eating issues and now the exams, which was arguably the heaviest weight of them all. So many people expected Baekhyun to be the best; perfect little Baekhyun with the perfect grades. What if he couldn’t do that? What if he disappointed everyone? He figured it was better to disappoint them all at an earlier stage rather than later. Nobody knew the demons he was facing, the tremendous amount of anxiety he had, the tremors and the crying that woke him up in the middle of the night. It was hard being ‘Byun Baekhyun’, it was hard to pretend he was happy and carry on smiling. He so desperately needed the space to breathe. The drugs that Reiji offered were a therapy to the system, but the drugs only lasted a little while whilst the damage would last forever.
Baekhyun let out a heavy sigh as he opened the car door and stepped into the cold morning air.

“Why am I here? I hate it here.” He mumbled miserably to himself. As he entered the school building and walked into the common room he scanned the area and noticed Minseok, who seemed to have spotted him first but was avoiding his gaze. Baekhyun’s eyes widened as he rushed over to Minseok who was standing in the corner of the room. “Oi, oi!” He hissed as he stopped Minseok from walking away by putting his hand out. “What the fuck was that link?”
Minseok stayed silent.
“Minseok!” Baekhyun hissed again poking him in the stomach. “I don’t understand any of it, what has any of that got to do with you?”

Minseok let out a breath as he closed his eyes slowly.
“Use your initiative Baek. What did I tell you before I left yours last night?”

“I know Minseok…but…so—so you’re Ten Lee?” Baekhyun whispered as he moved his head closer to Minseok’s. Minseok bit his lip nervously as he began to look around to make sure nobody was close by and listening in on their conversation.

“No Baek…I’m not Ten. I told you I have a criminal record. Victims aren’t the ones who get convicted Baekhyun…”

Baekhyun blinked once as he looked into Minseok’s face, a bubbling starting in the pit of his stomach.
“But your name didn’t appear Min… not once.”

“Do you listen to me at all Baekhyun?” Minseok hissed, his face turning slightly red now and Baekhyun could tell that he was angry and uncomfortable for whatever reason. “What did I tell you about my name.”

He looked at Minseok with sad eyes, shaking his head. “I know… but I didn’t want to believe– you can’t be… you’re one of them. One of the boys. Yuta?”

“No.” Minseok mumbled, no longer looking at Baekhyun’s face.



“Oh my gosh…” Baekhyun breathed as he began to stare at Minseok with his eyes wide. He was horrified, it was as though Minseok had warped into another being and now he didn’t know who he was anymore. He took two steps backwards apprehensively as he kept his eyes on Minseok whom was laughing to himself sadly.

“See Baek… now you’re scared of me. Do you want that for yourself? Why do you think I’m trying to stop you before it’s too late? You need to stop hanging out with Yuta…Reiji. He’s no good for you, just listen to me.” He began moving passed Baekhyun.

“What the fuck, no. You can’t just walk away after that, you need to tell me the whole story where do you think you’re going? You need to explain yourself Xiu—”

“My name is Minseok.” Minseok said firmly with an air of anger and assertiveness. “And I have a class to get to.” He continued to walk on, Baekhyun rushing after him.

“Wait!” He hissed and then began to whisper angrily again. “What the fuck did you do to Ten Lee? What happened to Ten?”

Minseok pushed Baekhyun in the chest and glared at him venomously.
“I don’t know.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

You were sat in the class room with your Clemente Jon-Dean anthropology in front of you and an eerily quiet Sehun beside you. In his usual all black attire. However today he was coming across as more intimidated and shy than unbothered. You still had 5 minutes on the clock before your lesson actually started. You cleared your throat awkwardly as you began to speak.

“So I think Jongdae is coming home from the hospital tonight.”

“Mhmm.” Was all he mumbled back.

You tried to think of something else to say to clear the awkward air that was quite obviously floating around the room.
“Apparently Chanyeol is in today.”

“I know, you mentioned. Besides I’m the group chat just in case you had forgotten.” He tapped his fingers on his desk.

“Yeah…right.” You paused for a moment; 3 minutes left until class started. “Maybe we should talk about last night…”


“I mean you said quite a lot of weird things.” You continued to talk anyway despite him saying no, unable to stop once you had started. You were aware that you were probably making it more awkward but you had to address the elephant in the room.

“I know.” He frowned, keeping his eyes on his slender fingers.

“They were…yeah just really weird.”

“I know.”

“It really was quite odd…I mean you—you know what you said?…”

“For fuck sake Y/N can you stop? I know okay! I know what I said, I remember everything so can we just drop it okay?…Please.” He hissed as he whipped his head up in your direction and back down to his fingers just as quickly.

“It’s fine though, because you didn’t mean anything you said… did you?”
He didn’t reply.
But once again your question was answered with silence. You felt a wave of awkwardness shower itself over you as you stood up and held your stomach. “Excuse me; I think I’m going to be sick.” You mumbled as you rushed out of the room to the toilet. You ran down the hallway towards the toilet, bumping into someone on the way and knocking them backwards really hard.

“Ouch…Chanyeol, sorry.” You breathed, feeling winded.

“Woah, slow down maybe?” He laughed at you a little and put his hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay, where were you rushing too?”

“Yeah I’m fine, I was just going toilet. I’m glad to see you back. How’s Youngjae?”

“He’s coping. But he’s adamant that he’s seen that face before, the person that kidnapped him. I told him he’s just really scared. We’ve been through so many things. It’s not the first time he’s been through such a traumatic event. I mean he get’s bullied…he’s been…ughh.” Chanyeol swept a hand through his hair.

“It’s okay Chan we don’t have to talk about it now. I’ll speak to you later.”
He nodded at you and turned the corner.

“Oh wait! Chanyeol, you dropped your…” but he was completely gone. You bent down to pick up a see-through plastic wallet that he had dropped. It had some money in it and I.D. You looked at the I.D. closer and frowned at it.
“What the fuck?…”

The rest of the school day dragged painfully slowly as you had a 5PM finish and you were desperately waiting for it to end. Eventually, after what seemed like a whole lifetime and a day, you were done with your classes. You felt uncomfortable with yourself, because of the fact that you hadn’t done much revision as of late and exams were creeping ever closer. But you felt sorry for Jongdae the most at this point in time. You made a mental note to ring him and check on how he was, though you were sure that Ana was taking great care of him. You stood at your locker, pulling out exercise books that you were intending to study with, whether or not you actually would was a whole other question.

“Hey…can we talk?”

You turned round to face the voice behind you as closed your locker and lifted your bag onto your shoulder.


“At mine?”

You hesitated for a second or two but then nodded.

Not long after you found yourself in Oh Sehun’s apartment sitting outside on the balcony with him on two luxurious deck chair, the furniture was as luxurious as they came. It was dark outside, a curtain of black surrounding you, but the city lights were such a beautiful view at this time of the day and it left you in awe. There was juice on the table that was separating the two of you, but neither of you had touched it.

“I umm…about last night.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. You looked at his side profile; he was staring forward at the bustling city, completely avoiding your eye contact. He was continuing to bite his lip nervously. “I mean I know I act cold to you but I do that to everyone, so it’s not like it actually means anything.” He closed his eyes in embarrassment and scrunched up his face. You could see that he was pissed off with himself.

“Baekhyun still hasn’t spoken to anyone since you know.” You said, trying any tactic that you could to make the situation less awkward for yourself.

“Y/N…please can we just stop talking about Baekhyun for one minute. I’m getting so tired of it.” He looked at your briefly before he looked down at his hand which was resting on the arm of the deck chair. “I tried to hide it for so long. To be honest I was doing well until Baekhyun fucked it all up with Mei the other day. He has the tendency to fuck shit up.” He rolled his eyes and then began to bite his lip anxiously. “I don’t know what to say to you…I feel like I owe you an explanation, but I don’t know what to say. And I don’t know if I should say it out loud or not because I know you don’t want to hear it. You want Baekhyun, I get that…but why? He has fucked up.”

“Both of you fucked up Sehun.” You frowned in his direction, you didn’t want to listen to him anymore but you didn’t know how to shut him down. “I don’t know how you expect us to be friends after this”

“Friends…” Sehun laughed dryly as though mocking himself. “Of course, just friends. That’s all it will ever be. We’re just friends… excuse me I need the toilet.” He cleared his throat and quickly disappeared inside the house. On one hand you felt sorry for him but on the other hand you didn’t. You looked down at your fingers as they were fiddling with the bracelet on your wrist and nearly jumped when you heard Sehun come back again.

“Actually you know what I don’t need the toilet, I lied. I’m not going to be a chicken about this…” He looked at you with a blank expression but this time around there was a hint of something else there. “Don’t you want to ask me any questions?”
Actually there were so many questions that you wanted to ask him.

“When? When did you start…feeling this way.”

“Two months after we met.”

Your eyes widened in complete and utter shock, you thought this was something recent, like a couple of months maximum but here he was telling you that he had been feeling a certain way for a few years. How did he hide it for so long? Now you felt uncomfortable, as you thought back to all the times you were alone in this apartment with him, all those times he was watching you become flustered around Baekhyun. All this time you thought it was just an observation thing but now you knew he was watching you like a predator. You tried hard to conceal the frown that you so desperately wanted to express.
“At first it was just delinquency… me rebelling against my parents so to speak.” He continued as he came back to sit down, but this time he was actually looking at you. “I wanted to do everything they hated, because I couldn’t stand them. I knew how much of a disgraceful son I would be if I were to like someone not as high in status as us, word would probably get around in our community had I ever hooked up with you. So at first it was all just a petty game, but then I realised after two months the only person I was playing was myself because I actually…mhm.” He cleared his throat, his gaze faltering slightly.

“But you’ve always been so…normal I don’t understand this.” You whispered almost inaudibly. “And Mei.”

He scoffed. “Mei was to keep my parents happy, besides she was a good listener, she made a good friend. I just wasn’t in to her like that… I’m disgusted in myself about last night, but I meant everything… I was happy to make you jealous. For a moment it made me feel like I was Baekhyun.”
You sat there in silence; you had no clue what to say. He just told you all of that but you still had no words.

“It doesn’t matter anyway.” He laughed bitterly “We’ll just be friends…let’s just pretend this never happened…”

Minseok and Reiji Text conversation:

Reiji: I saw you speaking to Baekhyun this morning, now he’s not talking to me as much as he was yesterday or any other day before and I can’t shake the feeling that you’ve got  something to do with that Kim Xiumin.

Minseok : My name is no longer Xiumin. What the fuck are you messaging me for? I told you I don’t want to speak to you ever again. Leave me alone! Leave Byun Baekhyun and Oh Sehun.”

Reiji: What the fuck did you say to him? You told him didn’t you?

Minseok : Just leave him alone, leaving them alone. Leave Jongdae and his girl alone. Leave Chanyeol and his family alone, what the fuck did he ever do to you?

Reiji: Oh nothing, I just seem to have an addiction with coming back to the same people over and over…

Tags: @mentiny @e-xing @se-fucking-hun

Fuckboy! Kim Jaehwan

Masterlist & other Fuckboy! Wanna One can be found (here)

“When you love something, it loves you back in whatever way it has to love.”

  • Jaehwan is the type of fuckboy who gets dump by others
  • He is the lead singer of the super popular rock band in his university
  • He always has a crowd cheering for him whenever he performs
  • He will flirt with literally all the girls who managed to get backstage tickets
  • They get infatuated really easily with his smooth lines and sweet voice
  • Even if he serenades them with the exact same song and uses the same greasy pick up lines
  • He has a reputation of changing girls quickly
  • One day it will be Chungha, the next week it will be Naeun
  • But rather than him dumping them
  • The girls are the one who breaks up with him
  • Why?
  • He’s the literal definition of a hot mess
  • His apartment is so MESSY and let’s not even talk about his locker at school
  • Dishes are piled in the sink, there’s a mountain of laundry that isn’t touched and the sofa is covered in dust
  • Dating Jaehwan comes with 99 problems
  • He never gets his shit together as his assignments are all undone on his table
  • So the girls usually dump him as they become fearful when they noticed how different he is from the glamour of the stage
  • To be fair, the girls don’t really say why they broke up with him
  • They sort of want to brag they dated the ‘dream boy’ of their uni
  • It’s a bit embarrassing to reveal that they dated a hot mess
  • So they make up stories saying that it was because they had something on
  • You live next door to Jaehwan but you knew nothing about your neighbour
  • All you knew from the landlord that he was a boy around your age
  • This person was never home and when you first moved in, you left cookies outside the apartment
  • Two days later, you had received a box of chocolates with a bright yellow post-it note saying 'thank you’
  • You do hear music playing once in a while and the occasional whiff of ramen
  • But you have never spoken to him
  • One day you had come home at 4am after staying up all night studying for a really important quiz
  • You also had to finish up a group assignment since your groupmates literally did nothing but you couldn’t afford to lose 5% off your grade
  • You were drained to say the least as you also had to climb 5 flight of stairs as the lift somehow broke down the day before
  • Once you reached the 5th floor, you literally sat on the stairs since you were so exhausted
  • That was when someone held a can of coffee to you
  • You were like is this a ghost????
  • But Jaehwan laughed and introduced himself as your next door neighbour and told you he saw you and thought you needed it
  • You were shocked that this cute boy infront of you was the neighbour whom you have never met before
  • And the fact that he was apparently leaving at this hour???
  • But he continued saying that he was heading out for band practice and left you as he climbed down the stairs
  • It took you a few cups of coffee later to remembered that your neighbour was Kim Jaehwan

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Can I have RFA+V+Saeran with a tomboy and nerdy MC? Thank you!


I know this took AGES and I’m so sorry. I hope I can make up for it with the quality??? (probably not)

- when he finds out, he’s extremely excited
- you can play video games together!
- he’s lowkey sad because he thought it would be romantic for him to teach you how to play them
- it really helps your relationship because the fact that you’re both really nerdy allows you to share a lot of pleasant and interesting conversations
- concerning your appearance and your style he doesn’t mind it at all
- on the other hand, he finds you really cool and he respects you a lot
- it does bother him a bit though that you seem a lot tougher than him
- you might look and act more manly than him, but don’t you dare say it
- he will either explode or murder you

- not what he was expecting you to be like but
- you’re his MC, you are beautiful to him no matter what
- and when you start talking about the last tv series you watched and the last game you completed he melts
- he finds your passionate side so cute
- he’s not very good with technology, though
- which gives you an excuse to spend time with him and teach him everything you know about computers
- it’s quite frustrating since he can’t even turn on a laptop, but he lets out those little embarrassed giggles when he does something wrong and how can you resist him
- he LoVES IT when you wear his clothes
- so he leaves his shirts and sweaters around the house on purpose so that you can find them and try them on
- and you gladly do so, knowing that you wearing his clothes is a hUUUUge turn on for him

- she finds you very unique and has no problem with you whatsoever
- and she enjoys the fact that you two are so different
- occasionally when you two have some free time together you love dressing each other up
- she will take her prettiest dresses, skirts and blouses and force you to try them on
- and then she’ll tell you how gorgeous you look and maybe convince you to use one of her dresses to go on a date
- only once though
- and then it’s her turn
- she’s so used to wearing her uniform that wearing comfortable and casual clothes is very strange to her
- but she looks adorable and you also do her hair to make it look more messy
- looks like a completely different person
- in this case you’re the one giving her your sweaters
- and she secretly loves wearing them while working
- it comforts her and it’s a piece of you she can keep while you’re apart
- and she looks extremely cute in them

- poor Jaehee
- as soon as he finds out about your passion for videogames and nerdy stuff he asks her to do research for him
- he is very interested in your passions and he wants to look cool to you
- so he secretly spends hours reading Jaehee’s reports and
- that’s love bitch
- he finds your appearance intriguing as well
- since the women he interacts with on a daily basis are all formally dressed, elegant and serious looking, the sight of you is refreshing
- he especially likes your boyish attitude and thinks it’s extremely cute
- I mean he’s bi anyway so even if you were a boy he wouldn’t care
-sometimes he will even play videogames with you
- but I’ll leave that for other headcanons because I love this concept

- hell yeah
- for some reason he takes it as some sort of challenge
- he uses every occasion he can get to confront you
- “I dare you to beat me at LOLOL three times in a row”
- ”I bet you can’t name 10 episodes of this show”
- it’s all in good spirit though
- he LOOOOVES acting girly around you to jokingly mock you
- he’s really good at it too
- and sometimes he will just sit on your lap wearing one of his wigs and wait for you to push him off
- or steal some of your hair products and clothes and replace them with makeup and dresses
- not that he doesn’t like you without makeup or acting masculine
- he just loves seeing your little blushy face when you give in and decide to try on the clothes he provided you and show them to him

- he doesn’t care about looks at all
- so when he sees you for the first time he doesn’t even think “oh this is weird” or “not what I was expecting”
- and you’re also a little nerd!
- when you let him know, he just smiles gently
- just like the others, he’s very supportive of your interests and passions
- he even asks you to teach him how to play video games and educate him on certain comics and shows
- in return, though, he wants to teach you how to paint and take pretty and meaningful pictures
- he’ll end up only taking shots of you but he tried
- loves your short hair
- it’s so nice to comb his fingers through it and feel how soft it is
- or to ruffle it when you do something cute
- boy is in love

- he’s so thankful to you every day because you accepted him and stood by his side
- he couldn’t care less about anything else
- but he adores your style
- it’s kinda similar to his
- and you share a passion for computers
- he teaches you some of the things he’s learned at mint eye
- like Jaehee, he loves wearing your sweaters
- again, I’ll go deeper with this in another set of headcanons because it’s the cutest thing
- he feels so tiny and fragile in your presence
- and since he finds your appearance is rather intimidating to him he is so afraid of letting you down or not meeting his expectations
- I mean when he’s not hacking he’s just a little insecure boy who loves ice cream
- but you make sure to remind him every day that he is important and that you’re not going to leave him
- and give him your sweater
- it works every time

anonymous asked:

omggg i need a continuation on the dan and arin meeting ry and alex so bad now! you wrote it so well and i hope you write more cause i super wanna see where it goes :D

wooo it’s part 2! danny and alex bond talking about their grum/p bois


Danny sat, somewhat uncomfortably, under the stares of both Ryland and Alex.

Arin’s presence next to him made him feel a little better. Knowing he wasn’t alone in this weird turn of events was comforting, in its own small way.

“So you just blacked out?” Alex repeated, tugging on his cargo pants absently. “And just ended up at our apartment?”

Danny nodded. “It’s strange. We were right next to each other, and then…we weren’t.”

Alex’s eyes moved to Ryland, who was staring off into space. “What should we do, Ry?”

Ryland blinked, slowly, then turned to look at Alex. “What d’you mean?”

“I mean, they’ve got to stay somewhere, right? We can’t leave them.”

Ryland shifted, obviously squirming under Alex’s pleading look. Danny hid a smile behind his hand.

“..Yeah, you’re right. They can stay here, I guess,” Ryland muttered, and Alex beamed.

“Yay!” he looked at Danny. “So there’s that, at least. I don’t know what the fuck we’ll tell the others if they stop by, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

Ryland pushed off the couch, stretching. “If we’re having two more people, we need groceries,” he deadpanned. “I’m going out.”

To Danny’s surprise, Arin got up with him. “I’ll go with you,” he volunteered. “I have my wallet with me. It’s only fair I help out.”

Ryland studied Arin for a moment, and Danny could’ve sworn a look similar to fondness flashed across Ryland’s face. “Sure, alright.” He turned to look down at Alex. “Stay here with–with Dan, okay? We’ll be back soon.”

“Okay, be safe,” Alex responded, smiling up at Ryland. Ryland patted the top of Alex’s head (making Alex beam) and left with Arin in tow.

Danny cracked a grin at Alex’s content expression. “You guys are really close, huh?”

Red colored Alex’s face slightly, but he smiled back. “Yeah. We’ve been that way since we met at a bar.”

This peaked Danny’s interest. “You guys met at a bar?”

Alex looked confused. “I thought you said you played us on TV?”

“We did, but just the Killcore tournament portion of your lives,” Danny explained, feeling somewhat unsettled. “We never got a full backstory.”

Alex shrugged. “There’s not much to tell. I was really drunk and Ryland decided to help me.” A soft look passed over his face. “He let me stay the night and then…he just never asked me to leave.”

“That’s nice. Arin and I met in a similar way, believe it or not.”

Alex perked up. “Really?”

“Well, I wasn’t drunk and it wasn’t at a bar, but I was in a really shitty time of my life, and Arin sent me an email. I moved to California and we became good friends.” Danny traced along the side of the worn couch. “I guess you could say Arin helped me out a lot. He’ll never let me say that, though. And then I became a Gru//mp and…now here we are.”

“Arin was always my favorite character in Ryland’s comics,” Alex mused. “Because he was so unapologetic and funny and just loved everyone.”

Danny agreed. “He’s always been that way.”

“Ryland’s like that, too,” Alex said softly. “He cares a lot, y’know? And he has a heart of gold. But he’s been through a lot of shit, and just doesn’t believe in himself. I always wondered if he was channeling his desire to be confident through Arin’s character.” Alex seemed to realize what he’d said and backtracked. “Uh, I mean. Not that Arin isn’t real. Sorry, it’s a little hard to process.”

Danny laughed. “No, I get it. But I think Arin is also really fond of Ryland. He kinda gets to see with Ryland’s eyes when he plays him onscreen, y’know? And I think he feels a sort of connection with him.”

“Yeah, I get that.” Alex was quiet for a moment. “When I read your character in Ry’s comic, it was weird. Because obviously you were based off of me. And it was strange reading about how Ry perceives my personality. We’re similar, and yet really different.” Alex chewed on his lip. “I know Ry thinks I’m too optimistic and shit. But he also knows I’m not an idiot. Reading about you was…refreshing. I liked that you were the other part of Arin. I liked that Ryland viewed you two as so close, nothing could replace the friendship you have. I like to think…that’s how Ry thinks of me. That I’m a really important part of his life, and no one could replace me.”

Danny didn’t know what to say for a moment. He knew Alex tended to share what he was thinking, but hadn’t expected such a heartfelt sentiment. Especially based on…him.

“You’d have to ask Arin, but…” Danny nudged Alex’s leg with his foot. “I think Ryland really, really cares about you. And I think you mean more to him than you think.”

Alex smiled at Danny, and he felt that odd feeling again. Like he was almost talking to himself. It was strange, to find out the thoughts of a character Danny embodied. But, deep down, Danny felt as though he’d already known all of this. Like he’d known Alex had these thoughts.

Maybe that’s what comes with being him for a time, Danny mused.

“Thanks for listening to me,” Alex laughed. “It’s weird, but I feel like I’ve known you for a long time.”

“Same here,” Danny replied. “We both have our respective gru/mp to look after, too.”

Alex laughed. “I don’t think Arin comes close to Ry in grumpiness, but sure. I think they’re two very different people.”

“That’s the thing, isn’t it?” Danny murmured. “Arin and Ryland are really different, but we’re so alike.”

Before Alex could comment, the door opened and Arin and Ryland bustled through, carrying groceries. “We’re back!” Arin sang, plopping some down in the kitchen. “And guess who’s cooking tonight!”

Ryland set the groceries down carefully, rolling his eyes. “He wants to show off his ‘cooking skills,’ apparently.”

“Yay!” Alex cheered, getting up and joining Ryland in the kitchen. He smiled up at him. “It’ll be fun to have guests for dinner, won’t it, Ry?”

“Sure,” Ryland said quietly, darting his eyes around to avoid direct eye contact.

Danny watched in amusement from the couch, and met Arin’s gaze. Arin jerked his head towards Alex and Ryland, then winked.

Danny stifled a laugh. This is gonna be interesting.

In the Bookstore pt. 2

Anonymous asked: Hi, I hope it’s not to late but I just came across ‘In the bookstore’ and it was really cute. Until now I haven’t found a lot about Loki so would you please write a second part of it? :)

Here you go! I do not own any of the Avengers or Loki. They belong to Marvel. 

Part 1

Warnings: Teeny bit of angst, Fluff

Pairings: Loki x fem!reader, the Avengers

Originally posted by lokitty

Loki started meeting you at the bookstore every week after that when he wasn’t away on missions with the Avengers. He really enjoyed his time with you and getting to know you. There was just one problem. He wanted more. He wanted to be able to be with you whenever he wanted. He wanted the freedom to court you properly if you agreed. Loki decided to talk to the team about it.

               "No,“ Tony said the moment the words were out of Loki’s mouth. Loki frowned. “Give him a chance to talk, Tony,” Steve admonished and Loki gave him a grateful look. Steve and Thor had been the ones to come to Loki’s defense whenever necessary. They truly believed that Loki had changed and that his time with you had helped with that.

Keep reading

I Don’t Think Jacob’s Captors Let Him Go By Accident

by reddit user nowwegotcha

Jacob became one popular dude during my sophomore year of high school, two years ago. In the middle of the year, he just showed up. His family had moved him away from their old home, but his reputation somehow got loose in the hallways.

At the age of twelve, Jacob had been kidnapped from his home in the middle of the night. His parents had been apparently drugged by an unknown person, and their son had been stolen. No one even called the police until the parents woke up. No witnesses, fingerprints, ransom notes, nothing.

Keep reading

Rare Collection of 100 Introvert Quotes That Will Make You Feel Understood

Originally posted by water-aesthetics

Dear introverts, it’s difficult to understand you. Many people don’t comprehend that solitude and feeling alone are different things. As an introvert, you know that your solitude is a sacred space where you can recharge. We encourage you to have a look at these amazingly thoughtful and profound quotes, which will resonate with all introverts.

Keep reading

lately i’ve been thinking a lot about the specificity of language. everyone always talks about how english has one word for love, i’m bored of that. i think a lot about how we have a word for a sign of things to come (portent) and how we have a word for freeing someone of sin (absolve), we have a word for a sudden outburst of any kind of activity (paroxysm). today my brother taught me wayzgoose: “an entertainment given by a master printer to his workmen each year on or about St. Bartholomew’s Day”. 

i think about this in a kiss, how we purse our lips, how we press into each other, how kiss is a small word for an action that feels big - i think about how we have french kiss, how we have a smack on the cheek, a peck. i think about this when we make eye contact, how we have “a moment” that passes between two people like an envelope, one that reads of more, more, more - i think of who gave us the names for obscure things. how shakespeare gave us elbow, and what did we call it beforehand. 

what word is there for the way your eyes look when you talk about your favorite thing. we have phosphorescence, the property of emitting light, but that’s not right. what word is there for how it feels with the floor against your back while you’re watching sunbeams filter dust motes. there’s languid, relaxed, but that doesn’t work. what word is there for how it feels beside your best friend, listening to them laugh, knowing this moment is a pocket that keeps all of the good things inside, one i will tuck myself into again and again, one i am somehow distant from even though i’m enjoying it: watching the moment become a memory i think of fondly, even while it’s happening. 

there’s kissing, there’s leaning in, there’s words for summer and fireflies in jars and fall creeping in. there’s words for leaves and the smoke in the air from breathing and there’s words for the fire of a sunset on an autumn evening. i think about how we made words for things. the oxford dictionary gives us 171,476 current words to make sense of things. how we let poets give us syllables for how it feels to fall into someone’s arms (melting) and someone who talks a lot (gregarious) and vast burning (conflagration). the beauty of language is we have a word for that until we don’t have a word for that and then poetry comes in. 

if i kiss you i think: portent. if i kiss you i think of telling you here is where our lips purse here is where my sins absolve here is the paroxysm of my heart. i kiss you and i think: what words do other people use when they need to fill in the emptiness of “love”. do they think conflagration, the misery of scorching, or do they think of slow burning. do they think portent. do they think of kisses as french or as just kisses, no purses or bow lips. when they lean in do they melt into it. when they love, is it just that? something specific? or do they mean “the spaces around this word say more than the letters i’m given.”

Two weeks. They had only been together for two weeks before people had found out.

 Draco paused before the entrance to the Great Hall and pressed his forehead against the cool stone wall. He could do this. So everyone knew that he was dating Harry Potter. So what? He had ignored the sneers when he had returned to Hogwarts for his 8th year, he had suffered through the occasional hex and had pointedly ignored any waspish comments that had floated his way. Somehow, he had endured all of this with his chin up and a disinterested look on his face.

He straightened determinedly, took a deep breath and walked in. Keeping his eyes on the wall above the Slytherin table, he still couldn’t miss how the noise of people chattering tapered off. Undeterred, he marched on. Pansy and Blaise, who had their heads close together in conversation, looked up. They glanced quickly at one another and then slid apart making space for Draco. He didn’t let the relief show on his face. Pansy was smart enough to wait until he was settled in and had filled his plate before asking, “Really, Draco? You didn’t think to tell us before we found out from a shrieking Weasley?”

Draco huffed out a sigh. “Of course I did. When we were ready you were the first people I was going to tell. It’s not my fault Weasley and Granger had the same idea we did and happened upon our broom closet.”

After giving him a searching look Pansy nodded, satisfied. She leaned in and whispered, “Tell us how it happened.”

Sneering, Draco was about to tell her to mind her own business when a hand fell on the back of his neck. He turned and found himself mouth to mouth with Harry. Whistles and cheers, and a few other less pleasant sounds, rose from around them. Panic rose thickly up his throat. He used both hands to shove Harry off of him. “What are you doing, Potter?” he whispered harshly.

Harry was looking rather taken aback and more than a little confused. He glanced at the surrounding Slytherins who were all watching with interest. Clearing his throat he answered, “I came to say good morning. I thought that since everyone knows..” He trailed off. The uncertainty in his bright green eyes made Draco uneasy, but he couldn’t ignore the panic he felt or the blush blooming on his cheeks.

“So because they know we are seeing each other it’s alright for you to maul me in front of everyone?” Draco asked.

A hint of amusement lit in Harry’s eyes. “Maul? Really, Draco. By now you should be able to tell the difference between a chaste kiss and when I’m trying to maul you.”

There were snickers around the table and a delighted laugh from Pansy. She moved over and patted the seat between her and Draco. “Potter, please do sit and tell us more.”

Draco made a choking noise. “I think that’s rather too much already. Potter, why are you sitting down?”

Harry reached for some toast and buttered it. “I’m having breakfast with my boyfriend.” He looked around at the many Slytherins still staring at him. He tilted his head to the side and added, “And all of Slytherin apparently.” More snickers.

This was too much. Far too much. And when Harry extended his hand for Draco to take a bite of his toast, he couldn’t believe it. He looked down at the toast and up at Harry again. Harry raised an eyebrow. “I am not eating toast from your hand, Potter!” Draco sneered.

Harry sighed, put the toast down and turned to face him. “What’s wrong?”

Draco huffed and looked down at his untouched plate. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure? Is it because I mentioned mauling and didn’t follow through? Because tonight-”

Horrified, Draco could do nothing but cover his eyes with a hand and weakly say, “Harry..”

Which, thankfully, was enough to shut him up.

With a sigh, Pansy offered. “Purebloods aren’t very affectionate in public, Potter. Or possibly at all, I really couldn’t say for sure since I don’t think I have even seen my parents kiss.”

There was a drawn out silence and Draco couldn’t take it anymore. He lowered his hand to find Harry was staring at Pansy in shock. He looked at Draco and quickly shuttered his expression. “Right. Sorry. I guess we didn’t really have time to prepare for this.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll just go back to the Gryffindor table.”
“No!” Draco said. “I don’t want you to leave. Just.. behave?” He smiled tentatively and was relieved when Harry grinned at him before he resumed eating.

One month later.

Harry watched Draco roll his eyes at Ron. They were sitting in the Three Broomsticks on a Saturday night with Ron, Hermione, Pansy and Blaise. Looking back at the past month, Harry couldn’t believe how smoothly it had gone and how well everyone was getting on. After that first awful morning when he had kissed Draco in the Great Hall, Harry had learned to keep his hands to himself when they weren’t alone. He was enormously relieved to find out that Draco still wanted to spend as much time as possible together in and out of their rooms. He was not embarrassed that people knew that they were together; he just did not want people to see them being intimate.

Something that Harry, several times a day, thought was a great pity. In fact, he was thinking it right this very second as he watched his beautiful boyfriend smirk at Hermione and that now familiar feeling rushed through him and all he wanted to do was kiss those smirking lips. Draco glanced at him and he must have had a dopey smile on his face because he saw the smirk fall away as Draco gave a soft smile meant just for him. The feeling grew along with Harry’s smile and he knew he should tell Draco that he loved him soon.

“Harry, Mrs Weasley wants to know if you’ll be having Christmas with us at the Burrow. She says she asked Ron to ask you ages ago, but we both figured he hadn’t said anything yet.” Hermione said, eyeing Ron who was sheepishly avoiding her gaze.

Harry laughed and quickly looked at Draco who was watching him carefully. Turning back to Hermione he answered, “I haven’t actually thought about Christmas yet. I’ll be sure to let you know my plans soon.” There was warmth and pressure on the side of his leg as Draco scooted closer to him on the bench. Harry glanced up but Draco was focused on the Butterbeer that he was busy sipping.

The conversation continued and Harry was laughing at Pansy’s impression of Filch when he felt warm fingers on his wrist. He looked down at his lap underneath the table and saw Draco’s pale hand flip over his own and intertwine their fingers. Looking up, he found Draco engaged in a potions conversation with Hermione. The only proof he had that Draco’s hand hadn’t acted of its own volition was the pink staining Draco’s cheeks. He recovered rather slowly but managed to rip his eyes away from Draco and look around the table to see if anyone else had noticed. They hadn’t. Nobody questioned the big goofy grin that stole across his features when Draco squeezed his hand either. He risked another glance at Draco and their eyes met. Draco’s cheeks were becoming pinker and he rolled his eyes at Harry, but Harry still saw the quirk of his lips.

“Wait,” Pansy interrupted them loudly. “Are you two holding hands under the table?”

Harry’s smile vanished and he made to let go of Draco’s hand, but Draco held on.
“Yes, Pansy. We are holding hands. So what?” He drawled.

“No, I don’t mean it like it’s a bad thing, Draco. I was just surprised. What made you change your mind?” she asked.

Harry was also particularly interested in this answer. He watched as Draco’s blush deepened. “Well, I thought about it and I don’t really understand why purebloods are so opposed to showing affection. The only thing I could think of was that a lot of the marriages are arranged, so maybe there was no affection there.”

Hermione was smiling and nodding at Draco while Pansy looked pensive. Blaise on the other hand, was grinning slyly. “So, Draco.” He started. ”You finally decided there was nothing wrong with showing the world that you’re in love?”

Everyone was silent, so Harry could clearly hear his heart thumping in his chest. He watched as Draco chewed on his bottom lip, face aflame. Slowly he turned to Harry, his grey eyes cautious but full. “Yes,” he cleared his throat. “I did.”

And finally, Harry got to kiss his boyfriend in front of other people. And he did. Thoroughly. Even when their friends started to laugh and groan. Draco was laughing against his mouth when he pulled away and said, “Thank Merlin, because I have a lot to show.”

Harry Styles Charms Grammy Museum Crowd, Is a Nomination Next?

Ahead of a Sept. 20 show at Los Angeles’ Greek Theatre, Harry Styles took the stage at downtown L.A.’s Grammy Museum on Friday night (Sept. 15) for a Q&A conducted by writer and filmmaker Cameron Crowe. Styles, who released his self-titled debut in May, was joined by producer Jeff Bhasker for a lively, often laugh-out-loud discussion of how the album came together, Styles’ experience filming “Dunkirk” (“I was in the water way more than the movie suggests,” Styles cracked), and his views on the music industry.

And while the Grammy Awards weren’t mentioned specifically, the venue — as well as the presence of longtime Grammys producer Ken Ehrlich in the crowd — certainly brought to mind the possibility of a future nomination for what is arguably one of the strongest albums of the year. An understated post-interview performance of Styles’ gorgeous second single, “Two Ghosts,” featuring Bhasker on keyboards, drove the point home.

The story of how the music came together — written and recorded in a remote studio complex in Jamaica — has been told by this point, but Crowe dug deeper into the process, letting Styles and Bhasker expound on just how organic and, in the producer’s words, “authentic and viscerally honest” the project ended up being.

At the same time, said Styles, “it was the most fun I’ve ever had.” Partly because he started on the album without a label commitment (Styles would later sign to Columbia, home to One Direction), he felt unencumbered. “When we started the process, it didn’t feel like I was making any sort of commitment,” said Styles. “I didn’t feel any pressure.”

That freedom allowed songs like “Sign of the Times” to flow out of Styles, even as other tracks were still coming together. Bhasker described a moment in which Styles sat at the piano almost in a trance, coming up with the chord progression to what turned out to be his first single. “It was writing from this place of, ‘Let’s get an idea going, do something with it, and have fun,‘” said Bhasker. “And in 5 or 6 days, they had, like, 10 songs. … It was that immediate.”

Styles’ favorite track on the album is “From the Dining Table,” which he said is, “The one that makes me feel the most,” adding that, “it’s the most different than what I expected myself to write and it’s probably the most honest that I’ve been in a song as well.”

The album’s stylistic choices — what some deem as musical nods to classic rock acts like David Bowie and Pink Floyd — were also illuminated, with Styles explaining that his father listened to “a lot of Queen and Pink Floyd,” while his mother favored Norah Jones and Shania Twain. “I’m a huge Shania Twain fan,” said Styles (he later played a snippet of a Twain song on a kazoo, by request from an audience member).

Bhasker’s take is that if any “homage” is sensed, it was not intentional, though the record they ended up with was destined to sound the way it did. “We were not thinking about [influences] at all,” he said, noting that, in this era of ProTools and pop co-writes, “It couldn’t be more punk rock” to record an album the way those classic rock acts did.

Indeed, the sort of liberties Styles was afforded new artists rarely see, and for that, the singer credits the record company, run at the time of his signing by executive Rob Stringer, who has since ascended to CEO of Sony Music Entertainment. Said Styles: “We had signed with Columbia and I called Rob one day saying, ‘Hey, would you mind leaving me a alone for six months and I’ll call you when [the album is] finished?’ He said, ‘I want hear it when you’re excited to play it for me.’ … A lot of people get into this thing of, ‘It’s me versus the record label,’ and I feel so lucky to get to work with everyone at Columbia. The support from them allowed us to go do what we want, so I have to say thanks to them for letting it happen this way.”

Not to let the mood get too serious, though, Styles then encouraged all in attendance, which included journalists, television executives, and Grammy chapter members, to come to the Greek on Wednesday and experience these songs, the band, and the vibe, for themselves. “You’re all on the list,” Bhasker joked. Added Styles: “If anyone wants to come, Capitol Records said they would cover the cost.” Charge it to Niall Horan’s recoupable account?