but these two... jeez

New and emerging cryptid: people who have watched all of Critical Role.

I came across @ddolanss video of E and I just felt compelled to do something with gray, so I guess I’m out to ruin lives with all the feels? thank you to lovely jenn for the video idea, I hope it’s okay that I drew inspo from your video!!

song by andy leech - thinking of you.

The hilarious, big-hearted, observant, down to earth, and adorable duo!

damage || park jimin (i)

Park Jimin x reader

Summary: Subject to harsh judgement and hate from the media and fans, sometimes the comments that come with dating Jimin are too much for one person to handle.

Genre: Angst

Words: 2128

I’m sorry 

part two

Originally posted by mvssmedia



“What are you looking at?” Jimin’s voice from the doorway startled me into slamming my laptop shut, my breath quickening.

“Ah,” I forced a smile onto my face, putting a hand to my chest, “you scared me.” He moved further into the room, his eyes not leaving my face.

“Y/N.” He said, not ignoring how I avoided his question. I sighed, my smile slipping away.

“Nothing, Jimin.” I turned away from him, looking for my phone. The bed dipped as he sat on it, but I didn’t look at him until he said my name again.

Y/N.” His eyes were sad as he took in my face, scanning over my features. I fiddled with my fingers in my lap, not trying to stop him as he reached for laptop and opened it, turning it towards him so he could read what was on the screen. He sighed, his eyes closing in defeat as he saw the comments open on my twitter mentions. He shut the laptop, pushing it away and moving closer to me, his expression pained.

“Baby…” he started, but I stopped him with a wave of my hand.

“No, Jimin, it’s fine.” I gave him a small smile.

“It’s not fine.” He frowned and shifted so he was next to me before putting his arm around me and pulling me into him. I buried my face into his neck gratefully as he rubbed up and down my arm, squeezing me to his side. “You mustn’t listen to anything they say.” He whispered, his lips brushing the top of my head. I nodded into the fabric of his sweater, biting my lip. He held me tightly against him and pressed a kiss to my temple, his voice rough.

“I’ll make sure they stop.”

But they didn’t.

The comments by fans and journalists only seemed to get worse, and countless times Jimin found me upset by them, eventually making me delete my twitter account. It was hardest when he was away on tour, or for some other project, and I was alone. I knew none of it was his fault; he tried his hardest to stop the comments, and to be with me as much as he could, but it was his job.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve this.” He would whisper into my salty skin as he wrapped me up, sheltering me from the rest of the world as best he could. But it wasn’t enough.

Time and time again the words would find me, and slice into my heart and my head, marking the insults on my skin for everyone to see. I didn’t want to let them hurt me but I couldn’t stop them from doing so, hoping their effect would dull over time but feeling every insult as sharply and as keenly as the first one. And no matter how many times I told Jimin that it wasn’t his fault, that I knew what I was getting into when I started dating him, and that I loved him, I could see it was tearing him up. I couldn’t stop him from blaming himself.

It was after a particularly unpleasant encounter with a fan on the street that he finally reached his breaking point, storming away from the scene.

“Jimin! Jimin, calm down!” I cried as he pushed into our apartment, fuming. He tore off his jacket, pacing the room and running his hands through his hair. I moved closer to him, reaching for his hand and rubbing it gently. “Baby, calm down, it’s okay.”

“No it’s not!” He shouted, ripping his arm from mine, his eyes blazing, and I took a step back. “It’s not okay!” He slammed his fist against the wall, creating a loud crash that made me wince, my eyes widening. He leant against the wall, his chest heaving. Just as I began to approach his bent figure, he whipped around and turned to me again.

“How can- how dare they do this to you?” He hissed. I knew he wasn’t angry with me, but it was still terrifying to see him in this state. “I mean, they’re my fans, they’re supposed to love me. But no one who loved me or cared about me would ever behave like that to you, of all people.” His voice lowered from a shout to an unstable mutter, delivered through gritted teeth. “You’re the most important person in my life, I mean, I love you.” He muttered the last sentence, and I was alarmed to see tears in his eyes when he looked at me, though his brows were still furrowed and his jaw set in anger.

“Jimin…” I whispered, moving towards him cautiously, almost in tears myself.

“No.” He stopped me before I could reach him, waving a hand. “I can’t, I-I have to be alone for a while.” He whispered hoarsely, moving quickly to pick up his jacket.

“Wait, no, Jimin wait. We have to talk about this.“ I started, frowning.

“I’m sorry, I love you. I’ll be back tomorrow.” He whispered, reaching forward to hurriedly kiss my forehead, before turning and walking out of the door. I stood, stunned and confused, a tear falling down my cheek as I was left alone.

I stayed up late into the night, huddled on the couch under a blanket, not wanting to go upstairs in case he returned home at any point. I was on edge, picking at my nails and tapping my foot as I itched to call him. I decided against it, trusting him, but my nerves remained constant.

What the fan had said to me hadn’t been horrific, but it was the last straw for Jimin; I had been forced to drag him away by his hand before he did something he would regret. I hated the thought of him beating himself up for what happened. All I wanted was for him to come back to me, so we could find comfort in each other, like we always did.

But like he had said, he didn’t return until the next day.

I was awakened suddenly from my restless sleep on the couch by the front door opening, the soft click of the lock echoing through the silent house. I immediately sat up and stood as Jimin entered. His movements were slow as he kept his eyes down, quietly taking off his shoes.

“Jimin.” I spoke, my voice hoarse. His head whipped up, his eyes meeting mine and taking in my figure before they lowered again. He quietly shut the door and I walked over to him.

“Jimin, are you okay? What- what happened?” I asked my voice shaking, but he still refused to meet my gaze. I reached for his hands and was shocked when he pulled them away from me, out of my reach. He seemed different, his usual aura of comfort absent and his movements closed off, and I immediately felt unsettled.

“Y/N…” He sighed. He looked up, his eyes red-rimmed. “Sit down. I need to talk to you.”

I wondered if I had done something wrong as he sat on a chair opposite me; he was almost unrecognisable without his usual desire to be close to me. My thoughts were running wild, taking in his shaking hands and red eyes, and his inability to look me in the eye. He didn’t speak for a long time, and I eventually grew frustrated.

“Jimin, what is going o-“

“I’m breaking up with you.”

It was barely a whisper, but I heard it sharper and clearer than I thought I had heard anything in my life. My heart immediately dropped to my stomach, all the air leaving my lungs.

My breath caught in my throat as I tried to take a breath, echoing the words he had just said to me over and over in my head. I felt dizzy, running through everything I could have done wrong, and praying it was some sick joke. I struggled to form a coherent thought, my throat closing up.

“W-what?” My voice was so soft I’m surprised he heard me, but as his face creased in pain, I knew he had. I swallowed harshly, my head spinning.

“Did I… do something?” I asked quietly, tears brimming in my eyes, and he immediately shook his head.

“No, no, no. You didn’t do anything, I promise.” He said quietly before looking down at his hands. “This was all me.”

His words caused something to click in my head, despite my disorientated state, and I immediately frowned.

“Jimin, if this is about what happened yesterday, it wasn’t your fau-”

“But it’s not just yesterday is it, Y/N?” He cut me off, his voice raising before he shook his head and returned his gaze to the floor. “The things they say to you,” he started again, his voice much softer, “they say them every day. And no matter how many times I tell you they’re lying, I can see it’s hurting you, so don’t even try and deny it.” A tear fell down my cheek, my lips trembling.

He ran a hand over his face, closing his eyes and taking a painful, shaky breath.

“You experience so much hurt, because of me. I can’t…” he looked up and met my gaze, his eyes shining, “I can’t let that happen anymore.”

I sat in silence, trying to process what he had just said, anger and hurt rising me. I forced down the wave of emotion bubbling up my throat, shaking my head and meeting his eyes.

“You’re breaking up with me… because you want to stop me from hurting?” I asked him bitterly, almost laughing as my eyes brimmed with tears once again. “Do you realise how stupid that sounds?” He sighed, wringing his hands in his lap.

“It’s for the best…” his calm and quiet voice contrasted wildly with my sharp and loud voice. I clenched my jaw, wondering how he could be so blind to my feelings towards him that he could believe that.

“The best for who?” I asked furiously. “You don’t think breaking up with me is going to hurt me?” His pained expression did nothing to halt my words. My lip quivered. “I can tell you, Jimin, you breaking up with me will hurt a hell of a lot more than anything they say ever could.” My voice broke as tears began to slip down my cheeks. He said nothing, but only stood looking at me, his face held in agony.

The reality of what was happening set in and I began to cry harder. I tried to calm my breathing as desperation clawed its way up my throat. I needed him to change his mind. I could live with the hate; I could live with the rumours; I wasn’t sure I could live without him.

“Do you love me?” I asked him determinedly. His face crumpled.

“Of course, of course I do.” He whispered, his eyes shining.

“Then what else is there?” I asked, shouting again, but with tears still slipping down my cheeks. He shook his head.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry… but you’ll get over me.” He said hoarsely, meeting my eyes. He looked down again, to his hands now clenching in his lap. “If we stay together, it will only get worse. You’ll keep getting hate until it breaks you, and I can’t watch that happen.” A tear fell down his cheek. He wiped it away hurriedly, taking a deep breath and nodding. “If we break up, you won’t have to deal with them anymore.”

“It won’t make a difference if I don’t have you!” I cried at him, my throat raw as I heaved in breaths of desperation. He looked away and stood up, refusing to meet my gaze. I grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at me. “Jimin, if you care about me at all, don’t do this.” I sobbed. “I need you.”

But this time his face didn’t fold; he didn’t move closer to me; he didn’t even look at me. He set his jaw, his eyes glistening but his face impassive, and began walking towards the door.

“No, no, please.” I uttered, my chest caving in on itself. I stumbled to the door as he slipped on his shoes, his eyes never leaving the floor. “I love you, please.” I wept, trying to reach for him, but he slipped away, always just out of my reach, and opened the door. He looked back at me, his eyes the only indication of how much it was hurting him to do this. He looked back at the floor and took a deep breath. When he spoke, his voice was low and gravelly.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered.

My knees gave way as he shut the door.


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anonymous asked:

YOUR TAGS. I feel you girl. It irritates me when people pretend Dean hasn't found his perfect match. Even in S4 when Dean barely knew him Cas was gentle and wanted to understand Dean "you don't think you deserved to be saved", the park date, etc. He sacrifices everything for Dean, makes Dean laugh (HE HADN'T HAD FUN LIKE THAT IN YEARS), always comes back to Dean. I can boldly say Castiel is the one person Dean is the happiest around. It does help that he thinks Cas is devastatingly handsome.

Some people must be watching the show like this:

Because really? Dean hasn’t found someone who loves him fully and unconditionally?

A person who would be literally everything Dean would look for in a romantic partner if he allowed it for himself? 

Someone who sees who Dean really is and loves him for it? Who would always choose Dean? Who would give up things for Dean? Who would rebel and fall for Dean? Who would always look out for Dean? Who would always care for Dean? Who would even keep away from Dean if it would protect him? Who would care for him when he’s wounded? Who would also care deeply for Sam because he loves him like a brother? 

Someone who is his equal, a BAMF, who knows the life, who brings out his soft side, who brings him up when he’s at his lowest, who challenges him, who sometimes even frustrates him because he cares so much. Someone with no preconceptions of who a person ‘should’ be, who therefore has no comprehension of why Dean would repress certain sides of himself thanks to low self esteem and cultural norms and therefore accepts and loves him for who he is as a whole, even the sides Dean might not even like himself, helping Dean to learn to embrace them. Someone who helps him be the best him that he can be, who would always choose him and would theoretically stay at his side for centuries if need be, who, when he doesn’t stay it’s because he is trying to protect him from afar and keep him safe, but someone who always comes back to Mr Dean Abandonment Issues Winchester.

Someone who would watch over him as his mother, up on her pedestal, always said Angels would, but you know, literal Angels don’t exist so he would have to settle for a metaphorical romantic partner for this, like in all the love songs and fairy tales…

WE JUST DON’T KNOW WHERE THIS UTTERLY UNREALISTIC LOVE INTEREST COULD BE HIDING.

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Hot Stuff

Part 1:

After spending months piloting Blue. Lance had become used to the slight chill that would fill her cockpit from time to time.
He had asked Coran about it once and he had explained that the Lions sometimes gain comfort by surrounding themselves in their element.
Coran then went into a long story about how Green would occasionally sprout flowers in her cockpit.
So after Red claimed Lance as her paladin and he found her cockpit uncomfortably hot one day while on his way to a mission, Lance didn’t think anything of it.

“Ok team let’s go over the plan one last time” Shiro said over the coms.
“Hunk, Pidge and Allura will be checking their assigned planets for possible alliances. While Keith and Lance collect minerals.”
“Relax Shiro you sound like a worried soccer mom sending her kids to their first day of school,” Lance laughed as he tugged at his collar. He understood that Red liked to heat up and all, but man he was starting to feel dizzy.
“More like a worried space dad” Hunk sniggered.
“Or space grandpa when you think about his hair.” Pidge added.
“Ok that’s enough.” Shiro cut in a note of irritation to his voice before he sighed.
“I mean it be careful, the planet you two are going to has heavy storm clouds meaning if you get in trouble we can’t get to you.”
“We will Shiro.” Keith said as the planet came into view.


Getting through the clouds was easier said then done.
It was bumpy and jerky all the way down.
By time they reached the ground Lance felt sick from all the movement and couldn’t help but pity Hunk for having to put up with motion sickness at the Garrison.
He stood up and took exactly two steps before his knees buckled beneath him.
“Jeez Red… guess the beats really getting to me.” Lance mumbled as he steadied himself against the wall and slowly made his way out into what he hoped was the cool air.
However he was out of luck.
The planet was like a desert. A flat plains of dark grey sand.
Lance would of joked it was like they were on the moon, if he wasn’t sweating to death in his suite.
“What took you so long?” Keith asked standing by Black with his helmet on his hip looking around impatiently.
Lance shrugged “aww what’s wrong? Worried about me?”
Keith rolled his eyes. “Let’s just get on with it.”
With that he was leading the way across the uneven ground like they weren’t walking through an oven.

After about an hour Lance was getting worried.
Keith wasn’t sweating.
Hell he didn’t even look to be hot.
He knew he had lived in a shack in the desert for like a year and all but still…
Lance had grown up in a hot country and his head was pounding behind his eyes with every step.
Not sweating could only mean one thing.
Heat stroke.
“H-hey Keith maybe you should sit down for a moment? Take a little break?”
Keith didn’t even look over his shoulder “no way, Lotor is still out there. We can’t waist time just sitting around because your sick of walking.”
Lance groaned, that’s what he gets for trying to be nice. “Fine but have something to drink atleast.”
This time Keith didn’t argue and instead took his flask from his belt and took a long drink.
Lance found himself staring at the water glistening on Keith’s lips.
He hadn’t realised his throats was painfully dry until that moment.
Lance fumbled with his belt trying to get his flask free.
However his hands felt heavy and like they weren’t quiet listening to his brain.
He dropped the metal flask to the ground and as he leaned down to pick it up the world suddenly seemed to tilt upwards.
The next thing Lance realises is that he’s lying on the ground and Keith is running towards him with a terrified expression on his face.

4

“nah man, I WINGED it!”

this might be the last one for a while you guys hahahah my hand is hurting from drawing all the cherubs 

Bts reaction to you being very cuddly, even around the members

~ ”Bts reaction to you being very cuddly, even aroujd the members? I just found your acc and I luvittttwtahahwebehwe”

Aw thank you! i hope you enjoy! -Lily

Jungkook:

Today was the last day you could see jungkook before he went off on tour for a few months and you wanted to spend as much with him as you could, but jungkook lived in the dorm and not in the apartment with you so you guys couldn’t really have any privacy.  You guys were watching a movie while the members were out. You were being very cuddly and clingy, Jungkook didn’t really know what to do since he’s never seen you like this but he liked it and he hoped the members wouldn’t come back for awhile, unfortunatly they came back right then. He thought you would’ve gotten off of him and sat in other place but you didn’t, you stayed right there and hugged him harder and jungkook thought that was the cutest thing so he started blushing.

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The Storm Part 2

 A/N: Well Here’s part two with smut, brought to you by popular demand. Jeez, feel free to critique me, its been almost two years since I’ve written a smut and putting sex into words is really difficult. And thanks @pigwidgeonpln for the idea for the end of this fic. Enjoy guys! 

Warnings: S M U T, ORAL SEX, UNPROTECTED SEX (whoops). THis is literally just smut.

Word Count: 1714

Part 1

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Peter laughed and led you into his bedroom.

You walked in and Peter closed the door behind you.

“I can’t even see you, Parker,”

“Would it be too cliche if I were to light some candles?” Peter asked.

“Absolutely,”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Peter asked, moving towards you.

He placed a light hand on your face, and another on your hip. Peter leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. You parted your lips, allowing Peter to slip his tongue into your mouth. You moved your hand up to Peter’s hair, tangling your fingers in his curls.

Peter began walking towards his bed, forcing you to walk backwards while holding onto him. When your hit the bed, Peter lowered you back onto it.

He lifted his face away from yours, allowing you to scooch back on his single bed. Peter hovered above you, leaning down to kiss you again.

Peter slowly ran his hands up your stomach, lifting your shirt up.

“Can I take this off?” He asked.

“Only if I can take yours off,”

Peter smiled, sitting up so he was straddling you and lifted his shirt over his head, throwing it onto the floor.

“Your turn,”

You sat up slightly, Allowing Peter to remove your shirt. Peter then made his best attempts to remove your bra. After he struggled for a moment he managed to unclasp it. You let it slip off your arms, and threw it onto the ground with the your shirts.

Once once they off he leaned down to kiss you again. Peter kissed beside your mouth, trailing small kisses until he reached your neck where he gently started sucking. He left one hand on your waist, and used the other to massage your breast. He rolled your nipple in his fingers, ever so slightly pinching it.

You moaned, raking your nails down Peters back. Peter began kneading your breast harder with each moan you let out. You could feel pleasure pulsating through you, right to your core.

Peter slowly began moving his way down your body. Pausing only to nip at your breast.

You felt Peter’s hands on the waist band of your pants “Can I take these off?”

“You know the rules, Parker,” You said.

Peter chuckled. Slowly removing your pants and tossing them on the floor. He stood, and removed both his pants and boxers.

His dick rolled up on to his stomach as soon as his boxers made it to his thighs.

You removed your underwear and tossed them on to the bedroom floor.

“That all for me, Parker?” You ask,

“You know it, darling,”

Peter separated your legs and lied down in between them. He left sloppy kisses up your thigh until he reached your centre. His hands travelled slowly up your thighs,

“Please, Peter,”

“Be patient, darling,”

Peter ran a finger though your lips,

“You’re so wet for me, Y/N,”

You moaned as Peter teased a finger in and out of you. He ran his tongue over your clit in small strokes. You moaned and arched your back, running your fingers through Peter’s hair.

“Oh god,” you moaned.

Your body began shaking as Peter ran his tongue back and forth across your clit. Peter slid two fingers into you and began pumping them in and out of you, curling them against your g-spot.

You began moaning louder, grasping his hair, pulling him closer to you.

He licked tight circles over your clit, causing you to begin rocking against his mouth.

“Don’t stop,” you breathed

Peter pressed his tongue down hard on your clit, pushing his fingers into you hard.

You moaned Peter’s name, your walls pulsating on his fingers. As you ran through your orgasm Peter continued to lick at your clit.

You could still feel your orgasm pulsating through you when you pulled Peter’s head away from you, closing your legs, letting your body twitch through your orgasm.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

Peter moved your hands away, and separated your legs once more, licking all the cum that was spilling out of your lips.

When Peter finally pulled his head up, he looked right into your eyes and smiled.

“Way better than the pizza we had,”

You laughed, “It’s your turn, Parker,”

You and Peter switched places so he was now lying on his bed while you straddled his legs.

You gripped Peter’s cock in your hand, running your thumb over the premium dripping out of the tip.

“Fuck,” Peter moaned.

You moved Peter’s legs apart and kneeled in between them.

You wrapped your hand around the base of Peter’s dick as you slowly began sucking on the tip.

“Y/N,” Peter moaned.

You took that as a sign to begin moving your hand faster, taking in more of his dick in your mouth.

Peter slid his hand through your hair, moaning as your began sucking down harder.

You ran your tongue around, and Peter began bucking his hips, desperate for more.

You quickly bobbed your head up and down on Peter’s cock, taking in as much as you could.

“Fuck, Y/N,”

You could feel yourself getting wetter with each sound that came out of Peter’s mouth.

Peter’s dick twitched as you ran your tongue over the tip in circles.

Peter balled up your hair in his hand, and you went down on him as hard as you could. He gently pushed your head down, and you began to speed up.

You began to roll his balls in your hand as you continued to go down hard on his cock.

You moaned around his cock, causing his whole body to shudder. You looked up at Peter, his eyes were closed, and he was biting his bottom lip.

Suddenly Peter let out a loud moan as warm cum began shooting into your mouth.

You slowly removed your mouth from Peter’s dick, giving him a minute to cool down.

You moved to lie down next to Peter.

“Damn, Y/N. That was way better than Back to the Future,”

You laughed, placing a light kiss to Peter’s neck.

“I think you should keep kissing me there,” Peter said.

You smiled at him, leaning towards his neck, placing sloppy kisses close to his jawline. You moved your hand down, and began stroking Peter’s dick.

“God, Y/N, you’re so perfect,”

Peter ran his hands up your back, tracing small shapes along your spine.

Eventually you pulled away from his neck, “Fuck me, Peter,”

Peter flipped you on to your back so he was hovering over you. You ran your hands through Peter’s messy curls as he sucked on one of your breasts.

He brought one of his hands down and began massaging your clit with his thumb.

“So wet for me, Y/N,”

You could feel Peter’s dick twitch against your thigh,

“Fuck me, Peter,” you begged.

Peter moved his attention away from your boobs, and down to your vagina. He grabbed his dick, and slowly inched into you. You both moaned at how amazing it felt.

Peter began slowly rocking into you. He kept his fingers on your clit, moving them in small circles.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

You wrapped your legs around Peter, “Harder,” you begged.

Peter began slowly speeding up his thrusts, with each thrust, hitting your g-spot. You raked your nails down his back, surely leaving marks.

Peter kept getting faster, you were moaning like crazy, digging your nails into his back.

He began sucking on your neck, pressing his body tight against yours. His fingers began to speed up, pressing your clit harder with each thrust into you.

“Pete- oh god- i’m gonna come,” You moaned.

You both were thrusting into each other as hard as you could. Peter could feel you clench down on him as your walls came tumbling down, hot come pouring out of you. Peter thrust into you a few more times before pulling out and coming on your stomach.

Peter rolled over so you were both sharing the small space of his bed.

You were both lying there, staring at the bunk above you, breathing heavily.

“Man, you really know how to throw a movie night,” You said.

Peter laughed.

“And you said May’s away all weekend?”

Peter leaned down and placed a sloppy kiss on your lips.

“Yes she is,”

“I think we should do this every movie night,” you decided.

“Yeah, I think Ned would have something to say about that,” Peter laughed.

Eventually, you and Peter got cleaned up, and ready for bed.

“Hopefully the power’s back on tomorrow,” you said, cuddling up to Peter’s side in bed.

“If not, I think we’ll be able to think of something to do,” Peter smiled and placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight, Parker,”

“Goodnight, darling,”

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On Monday, you were standing with Peter at his locker when Ned ran up to you guys.

“Hey guys!” Ned said.

“Hey Ned,” Peter said.

“Did you guys end up doing movie night without me?” Ned asked.

“Yeah, we did,” You answered.

“I heard the storm knocked out the power in all of Queens, How did you guys even watch anything?”

“I had Back the the Future on my laptop,” Peter said.

“Oh,” Ned said.

Peter continued to pull things out of his locker while you and Ned stood and waited for him.

Ned was looking at Peter strangely.

“Peter?” Ned said

“Yeah,”

“Is that a hickey?” Ned asked.

Peter quickly covered his neck with his hand and turned to look at you with wide eyes.

You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Oh my god- you guys didn’t watch a movie!”

“Are you two together now? Like are you dating?” Ned continued.

You smiled, “Yes, we are,”

“Finally!” Ned exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes and placed a light kiss on Peter’s cheek.

“So wait, you guys had sex?” Ned whispered, leaning in closer to the two of you.

“Ned!” You exclaimed.

“Three times, two days,” Peter whispered back.

“Peter!”

Can I just remind people that many bisexual and pansexual people, myself included, use gay as an umbrella term for all people attracted to the same sex and we use it as a descriptor for our and everyone’s same sex attraction because it’s specific to that part of our identity. So please stop policing me for using gay to describe my and characters’ same sex attraction. Using gay as an umbrella term is not the same as invalidating and erasing a bi/pansexual person’s identity.

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Request: can u do a richie imagine where the reader is apart of the losers club and always shamelessly flirts with richie and he flirts back until one day someone gets tired of it and just says “why don’t u guys just get together already” and then richie asks them out?

Pairing: Reader / Richie Tozier

Fandom: IT (2017)

Warnings: none!


Shameless.

It wasn’t uncommon that Y/N and Richie would flirt with eachother in passive jokes and short phrases. Just the common ‘Hey Y/N, are those space pants? Because that ass is out of this world.’ Or ‘Hey Richie, I’m no organ donor but I’d love to give you my heart.’ It was harmless, yet annoying to the other Losers’.

They were sick of it, not finding it as amusing as Richie and Y/N found it to be. Sure at the start it was silly and a good laugh, but by now they had heard it all and really it was starting to sound rather boring. Even though Y/N and Richie still smiled about it.

Slowly the other losers’ were starting to realising that it probably wasn’t just jokes they had been pulling, they were slowly understanding that it could be the fact they both had feelings for each other and really didn’t know how to go about it. It was odd, but not unlikely. It was all starting to seem a little bit suspicious.

When confronted about it they both denied having any romantic feelings for each other, though Y/N was certain they felt their heart start pounding rapidly in their chest, had they actually liked Richie Tozier? The loud, trashmouth of the group? No, of course not! That was ridiculous! It was utterly insane to even suggest that!

But was it really?

Y/N had never been so unsure in their life, but Richie knew that in actuality, jokes and such aside, that he did like Y/N in a more-than-friends type of way. But, even though he was THE Richie Tozier, he was more than nervous to openly admit to liking Y/N.

*

Soon, in the midst of all the joke flirting, Eddie had finally had enough of it. It wasn’t funny anymore and no one was really enjoying it very much. It was honestly just starting to sound annoying. So he spoke up finally.

“Jeez, why don’t you two just get together already? We all know you actually fucking like each other and we’re all so sick of your shitty attempts at flirting just, Jesus, do us a favour!” Eddie spoke up before sucking into his seat and rolling his eyes in the progress and gaining a snort from Mike in the background.

Richie looked at Y/N, who simultaneously looked at him and held eye contact for a moment before Richie raised a brow beneath his glasses, that seemed to glint in the articifical light.

“Y/N, would you like to go out on an exclusive date with me? Perhaps tomorrow, or the day after. Arcade or something?” Richie offered, gaining a knowing smirk from Y/N.

“Hm, perhaps I’ll have to make a raincheck with you, how about a weeks time, you can pick me up at 4?” Y/N responded, gaining a groan from Eddie in the background and giving a happy smile to Richie who flushed out red and smiled in return.

“Then it’s settled! We shall date and flirt ten times more often than we currently do!” Richie exclaimed, smirking at the new distraught on the other losers’ faces.


{This is so short I’m so sorry I’m like super busy with school, but lovelies!!! We hit 150! I’ll start putting more effort into my imagines, because I love y'all with all my heart.}

Camping

A/N: OMG SO THE LOVE OF MYLIFE @purelyparker WANTED A CAMPING HEADCANON THING OMG SO HERE WE GO. ILY BABE UR AMAZING (go check our her blog omg) 

Omg here we go

Word Count: 2141

Warnings: swearing

Masterlist

  • So it was a long weekend near the beginning of the school year and you, Peter, Ned, and MJ ended up on the road with Peter’s Aunt May to go on a camping trip. 
  • It was kind of a long drive
  • Ok it wasn’t that long but when you ended up sitting in the backseat squished between MJ and Ned it felt really long 
  • Only because Ned and Peter were arguing about Star Wars and Michelle had her head stuck in a book 
  • Not to mention the fact that you got car sick 
  • Halfway through the drive you started to feel really nauseous and Peter being the smol, soft bean ™ that he is, noticed you weren’t feeling well 
  • “Y/N what’s wrong?” 
  • “Nothing, just a bit nauseous from the traffic and sitting in the middle and such,” 
  • “Aunt May can you pull over?” He asked 
  • “Peter, if you haven’t noticed I can’t exactly do that, we’re in the middle of a three lane highway stuck in traffic,” 
  • Peter sighed and un did his seatbelt 
  • “Okay, Y/N, climb over the middle and you sit here, and then i’ll climb over and sit where you’re sitting,” 
  • You took a second to process what Peter had said but you listened, un did your seatbelt and moved to the front seat of the car 
  • EXCEPT 
  • YA BOI PETER WAS STILL SITTING THERE AND YOU ENDED UP IN HIS LAP 
  • YOU WERE BOTH BLUSHING SO HARD 
  • MAY JUST CHUCKLED TO HERSELF 
  • Eventually, Peter moved out from under you (wink wonk) and moved to the back seat
  • It wasn’t the much longer of a drive but every once and a while Peter would still check on you to make sure you were feeling alright. 
  • When you finally got there and clambered out of the car, Peter and Ned began pulling out everyone’s things 
  • “Did you two idiots think that maybe we should build our tents first before we pull everything else out?” MJ said
  • Then Ned did that cute thing he does in Homecoming where he touches his nose and points (ya know when he found out that the internship was just Peter being Spiderman and then Peter forced Ned to leave his room) 
  • So Peter and Ned pulled out the tents
  • Initially you and May had offered to help 
  • MJ said she would rather sit on the picnic bench and watch them struggle 
  • Peter and Ned insisted that they didn’t need your help 
  • BUT THESE TWO HEADASSES 
  • They spent so much time struggling not actually understanding how to put a tent together 
  • You eventually decided to help them 
  • “Y/N are you sure that’s right? Ned and I pretty much had this figured out,”
  • “HA YOU’RE FUNNY PARKER,” 
  • Literally you took over and everything was done in five minutes 
  • Ned believed in you the entire time 
  • Peter just wanted to look manly in front of you but we don’t talk about that 
  • “Can we start the campfire yet” 
  • “Peter its not even close to being dark”
  • “Oh come on Y/N” 
  • One simple glare from you would completely shut him up 
  • May decided that instead of sitting around on your camp ground that you four needed to go exploring and she would set up the other tent 
  • Michelle refused to leave her book despite Peter’s protests 
  • You found yourselves by a river in a small wooded area 
  • You begged everyone to go exploring 
  • Michelle kindly declined and sat down on a rock to keep reading 
  • Ned decided that he wasn’t interested in falling into a river while climbing around and stayed near Michelle 
  • PETER STARTED OFF SAYING THAT MAYBE YOU GUYS SHOULDN’T GO WANDERING BUT THE SECOND YOU SAID “what are you scared Spiderman?” THIS BOY BASICALLY CHALLENGED YOU 
  • HE NEEDED TO PROVE TO YOU (the love of his life ofc) THAT HE WAS NOT AFRAID 
  • LOL SO YOU TWO HEADASSES END UP CROSSING THIS RIVER 
  • Lmao but its flowing really fast and Peter was trying to show off 
  • This boy fucking slips off the rock he was on and ends up in the river 
  • BUT HE DOESNT JUST FALL IN 
  • THE CURRENT PULLS HIM DOWNSTREAM FOR LIKE 200 METERS 
  • Lmaooo you hurry to get back to the river bank and shout to Michelle and Ned to help you save Peter 
  • You’d think with being an Avenger and all this boy would be able to stand on a fucking rock 
  • But no 
  • When you got to Peter he was pulling himself ashore 
  • “Peter you idiot! I almost had a heart attack” 
  • “Almost? You mean me falling into a river only almost sent you into cardiac arrest?” 
  • “Shut up Peter you scared me” 
  • Peter pulls you in for a hug 
  • “OH MY GOD GET OFF ME YOU’RE SOAKED” 
  • “But I thought I scared you, i’m only trying to make you feel better” 
  • And then he would hug you tighter while you struggled to get away 
  • Ned and Michelle were standing a few feet away, forced to listen to the two of you 
  • *cough* “get a room” *cough* 
  • “What was that Ned?” 
  • “Oh nothing, Y/N” 
  • When you got back to the camp site May was not pleased with Peter 
  • “Peter BeNJAMIN PARKER” 
  • “ITS NOT MY FAULT. Y/N AND I WERE CLIMBING NEAR THE RIVER AND THEY JUST PUSHED ME IN AND I-“ 
  • “BULLSHIT PETER I DID NO SUCH THING” 
  • May stood there with her hands on her hips glaring at the two of you 
  • “Peter go change before you catch a cold. I can’t believe all of you I leave you alone for 30 minutes and my nephew comes back with half the river on him,” 
  • When Peter came back he was in a pair of sweats and a tshit with his wet hair forming into his luscious curls that you really wanted to run your fingers though 
  • “Can we start the fire now?” 
  • “It will be dark soon…” Ned added 
  • “Jeez fine but you two have to go get the fire wood,” 
  • Ned and Peter began wandering off to find that fire wood 
  • Jokes on them though 
  • May bought firewood while you were trying to pullPeter out of the river 
  • You had the fire started in less than five minutes 
  • Peter and Ned didn’t even care that you pointlessly sent them out into the woods to get wood because THEY WERE JUST SO EXCITED FOR THE CMAPFIRE
  • You were all sitting around the campfire just enjoying each other’s company and 
  • It started to get dark and  C O L D cause u idiots went camping in october
  • But you were sitting next to Peter and this boy noticed you shivering and low-key moved closer to you 
  • “Y/N do you want my sweater” 
  • “But then you’ll freeze” 
  • Peter rolled his eyes at you “I’m spiderman ill be fine” 
  • “That can’t be your excuse for everything” 
  • “But I’m spiderman” 
  • “Fine give me your sweater you can freeze” 
  • Peter slips his sweater off and hands it to you 
  • IT WAS SOCOMFY
  • You JUST SNUGGLE DEEPER INTO IT AND IT SMELLS LIKE PETER ANDYOUR HEART JUST MELTS A LIL BIT 
  • “You having a good time with my sweater there Y/N?” 
  • “Actually I am. I might have to take this sweater back to my sleeping bag with me tonight. I think this sweater can show me a good time,” 
  • “Oh my god Y/N, Peter please stop flirting the rest of us have to sit here and listen to the two of you,” 
  • Eventually you guys decided to make s’mores 
  • BOI IT WAS GREAT 
  • You all were roasting marshmallows 
  • May refused to let any of you be in charge of chocolate and gram crackers so she was manning the station 
  • May was right 
  • There were accidents 
  • There was chocolate smeared 
  • There were broken crackers 
  • There was marshmallow stuck to things it should not be stuck to 
  • Long story short, It’s good that marshmallow washes out of hair 
  • Ok lets go into the story cause LMAO WE GOTTA 
  • Peter’s dumb 
  • He got marshmallow in your hair 
  • “PeTeR?!??!!?!?!???” 
  • “I’M SORRY Y/N I DIDN’T MEAN TO” 
  • PeTeR pArkEr yOuRe goInG tO pAy FOr tHiS” 
  • Needless to say, Peter had some marshmallow in more than just his hair by the time you got to him 
  • When you were done s’mores May offered to tell you all a ghost story 
  • She actually managed to scare Ned 
  • And May decided to graciously spook you guys and then head to her tent to go to bed 
  • Michelle told the next story 
  • SHE SPOOKED ALL OF YOU 
  • You and Peter were curled under a blanket
  • YOU TWO WERE ACTUALLY LOOKING BEHIND YOU GUYS AFRAID THAT SOMEONE WAS GONNA GET YOU 
  • Fucking Michelle 
  • “OK NO MORE GHOST STORIES” 
  • Ned suggested truth or dare 
  • It was a little after 10pm and you losers were sitting around a campfire that was burning out and playing truth or dare 
  • It was stupid stuff at first 
  • Until Michelle dared you to kiss Peter 
  • “You don’t have to kiss me Peter,” 
  • “Are you kidding? If we don’t kiss you have to go into the woods and bring back a rock. No way am I letting you go out there. What if Michelle’s story was true? What then? You’d be dead,” 
  • “Good to know you’re willing to kiss me only so I don’t die” 
  • “No! No! That’s - I didn’t - no- I mean I always want to - I don’t want you to… I want to kiss you!” 
  • Instead of waiting for your response Peter just full out kisses you 
  • And by full out 
  • I mean as full out as two fifteen year old’s can kiss. 
  • Peter pulled away and LOWKEY THE BOHT OF YOU WERE SMILING LIKE CRAZY 
  • “Well I’m gonna head to bed” 
  • “YEAH ME TOO” 
  • You and Peter were left alone, sitting very close to one another, under the same blanket, UNDER THE STARS, in front of a dying fire 
  • OFC YOU’RE GOING TO CUDDLE 
  • “So did you really only kiss me because you dind’t want me to die,” 
  • “I mean it’s one of the reasons” 
  • “So what are the others” 
  • “Ah, you don’t get to find out that easily” 
  • “Fine. Truth or dare,” 
  • “Dare,” 
  • “I dare you to tell me the other reasons” 
  • “That’s not fair”
  • “Do you want me to make you go into the woods and get a rock?” 
  • Peter started leaning closer to you 
  • “You wouldn’t send me out there. You’re too scared to be alone” 
  • “Not true” you lied 
  • Peter STILL LEANING CLOSER
  • “Totally true” 
  • THIS BOY WAS KISSING YOU AGAIN 
  • LIKE LIPS ON YOURS 
  • MOVEMENT 
  • ACTUAL LIP AND TOUNGE ACTION FROM THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE PETER PARKER 
  • “I still don’t know the other reasons” 
  • “Oh my god, Y/N,”
  • You and Peter sat by the fire until it died completely 
  • STARGAZING
  • “C’mon Y/N, I wanna look at the stars” 
  • Peter dragged you away from your comfortable seat
  • He was holding your hand 
  • The blanket was wrapped over his shoulder and your shoulder so it was like one giant cape for two people 
  • Two person cape 
  • Vampires 
  • NOT THE POINT BUT 
  • Peter leads you to the picnic table where you lie down on the table and look up at the stars 
  • Peter never let go of your hand 
  • you’re cuddled up next to him while he points at all the stars and explains the different constellations 
  • You loved it the this boy talked 
  • It was so precious when he got excited about something 
  • Eventually when you started yawning Peter realized how late it was 
  • “WE should probably go to bed” 
  • “Probably” 
  • “I kind of don’t want to get up” 
  • “Me either” 
  • Headasses fell asleep the tbale like ten minutes later
  • You frequently woke up throughout the night FREEZING 
  • It dropped down to almost 0 degrees and you and Peter only had the one blanket 
  • Peter kept pulling you closer to him
  • When you woke up in the morning the sun was shining and Everyone else was sitting at the other picnic table eating breakfast 
  • “Good morning” May greeted you
  • You slowly sat up, unwrapping yourself from Peter’s arms 
  • “You two look comfy” ned said wiggling his eyebrows at you 
  • Peter woke up and joined your guys at breakfast
  • He brought the blanket with him and sat down next to you, keeping himself wrapped up 
  • Only letting one arm snake out so he could wrap it around your waist and pull you closer to him
  • “You were my furnace, now I’m cold and I need you to warm me up again,” 
  • “SURE” Ned said 
  • Let’s just say that the rest of the camping trip was a hell of a lot more of the same thing

Tag list: @violentlybarnes, @nosoulnoproblems, @tommynewtieminhie, @goodluckfindingone, @quacksonsgurl, @potterhead1265, @nevaehsuga, @mrsmusicaddict, @tronnoristheotp, @isabellyduh, @spiderrparkerr, @lots-of-liz, @darlin-you-bitch, @a-smol-badger, @seellllin10 

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Chapter 2 of Haunted is up! Thanks to everyone who asked about it, knowing you were excited made writing it more fun ♥♥♥

A (continued) fill for this @kyluxhardkinks prompt:

“Kylo making a force projection of hux when he masturbates and this hux projection is super slutty and kylo makes him do whatever he wants”

with this addition:

“Can I make an addition to the kylo makes a force projection of Hux prompt? Okay but hear me out, Hux knows. He’s seen it through the the security cameras. He was mad at first but now he’s intrigued. Projection Hux is so unashamed and liberated, doing dirty filthy things Hux can barely think of without burning shame and projection Hux just looks blissed out while doing them. ½

2/2 Hux is intrigued and makes careful notes about Rens habits and schedule and tries to sneak in to Rens quarters and preempt the force projection so real Hux can take his place but mistimes it and instead Ren thinks he’s accidentally summoned two Hux projections. Ren goes with it, thoroughly debauching both Huxes and doesn’t notice anything wrong until the next morning when he finds the real Hux still sleeping off a sex coma in Ren’s bed.”

Rooftop Season (Peter Parker x Reader)

When you were on the verge of a breakdown, he was the only one who approached you and asked if you were OK. And that changed everything. (Peter Parker x Reader) 


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A/N: Hey guys! This is my first ever Marvel/Spiderman fanfic. This is just a fun little project I’m working on to celebrate the adorable human being that is Tom Holland as Peter Parker. I hope you enjoy!!

That’s it. You’ve had enough.

The bell rung, signalling the end of class. You shoved all your notebooks and papers into your bag and stormed out of the class, past the flock of starving teenagers rushing for the cafeteria. You pushed past the entrance doors to the front lawn, threw your bag on the grass. You paced, fuming, back and forth under the stifling midday sun. Tears built up in your eyes but you refused to let them spill because you weren’t upset. No. You were angry. Very angry! You kicked your bag, as if to prove to the world just how angry you were, but it only made you feel more upset.

“Are you OK?” said a quiet voice from behind you.

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