but this is all i see every time i watch the movie

【Japan Official Fanclub Magazine Vol.5】BTS My Biography – Jimin’s part  

The middle school student who loves dancing became a member of BTS

My earliest memory is when I was 4 – 5 years old (nominal age) and we were moving to a new property nearby where we lived at the time. I held the rice cooker’s inner pot and helped my family to move. When I was a child, I loved to go outside to play with my hyungs and friends in the neighborhood every day. We often played football and hide & seek. Once I ran too far away and even ran to the nearby town (laughs).

In primary school, I loved to play with my friends. During the breaks, we often played football. Although I really liked drawing, I hated coloring. My future dreams changed constantly every day, I wanted to become a chef when I watched a cooking anime. When I watched ‘Galaxy Express 999’, I wanted to become the Galaxy Express’ driver, and I wanted to become a pirate when I watched ‘One Piece’.

I have a very good relationship with my young brothers, who’s 2 years younger. Sometimes, we play games together at home, or watch movies. I remember that we watched the anime ‘Dragon Balls’ and the movie ‘The Host’. We’re just like friends.

I got along with everyone in middle school. Although there’re 6 classes in my school, I pretty much knew everyone. I joined the football and table tennis clubs at school, I was happy every day back then.

I became interested in dancing during the 2nd grade of middle school. I used to go to practice punctually after school, and I started to attend a dance academy in 2010. I was also happy in the dance academy. Whenever I had time, I would go practice dance. I’ve also participated in big performances, but I was really nervous. Actually, even now sometimes I still get nervous when I stand on the stage.

A year before graduating from middle school, I started to think about attending an arts high school. I couldn’t even concentrate on studying when I was in the self-study room, I was worrying about “which high school should I attend? what do I want to do in the future…” While I was contemplating, I thought about having a job where I could stand on the stage. So, Busan Arts High school became my target. In dance majors, I wanted to learn dances that’s modern so I chose contemporary dance as my major. During high school, I spared no effort in dancing. At the time, my friends and I only knew dancing, we got together and practiced, messed around and then continued to practice. During high school, I also had to deal with the dance academy’s workload, but I worried about the tuition fees so I said: “I won’t attend the dance academy anymore.” However, the teacher said: “Jimin, you can attend even if you don’t pay.” The teacher took so much care of me, I wanted to repay the teacher so I practiced even harder. I learnt a lot under the guidance of the teacher. I’ve never thought about giving up dance, not even once.

During spring 2012, my middle school dance teacher contacted me so I auditioned and got accepted, then I decided to go to Seoul in May. The first member I met was Hobi hyung. Hyung welcomed me and said, “let’s work hard together!” Other members also came to talk to me, it just reminded me of the time when I arrived, I went to eat with everyone in the canteen. The happiest moment during the trainee life was when we eat and play together. I still have the amusement park ticket that we went together, I still carry that around in my wallet. It’s because it was the first time and first place that all of our members went together to play. So, it’s engraved on my memory. I’ve been carrying that ticket for about 5 years.

In Seoul, I got transferred to the same school as Taehyung. I was in Class 4 but Taehyung was in Class 2, the whole school knew Taehyung. Because Taehyung has a lot of friends so when he came to my class, he said to the students, “be nice to Jimin!” I’m really shy with strangers, but I gradually got close to my classmates thanks to Taehyung.

The most difficult part of the trainee life was the uncertainty of my future. I got anxious when I hear “you might get eliminated this time”, so I wanted to do my best with practicing. If I practiced until 3, 4am, I would sleep a bit and go practice singing at 6am for an hour and then go to school. This routine continued for about a year. At the time, I’ve never thought I could become a member of BTS, but I was chosen as a substitute member. The hyungs said: “we want to debut with Jimin”, and that became my strength. The feeling of wanting to debut with these hyungs grew stronger.

I was so excited when we debuted. The memories of when we had the showcase, we received a cake from our fans for the first time, after the showcase BTS members and staff members all cried, we went on music shows the next day, and Jin hyung cried. No matter how long it has been, I can’t forget those memories.

I don’t have anything new that I want to challenge in the future, I just want to challenge and see how far I can go with the things I’m doing now. I’m also diligently learning Japanese because I want to speak Japanese fluently!

Trans: KIMMYYANG (from Chinese - blinglingGI)
V’s palm reading; Jimin; Suga; Rap MonsterJungkook
BTS Ranking Q1 - 8

Jungkook as your boyfriend would include...

Originally posted by jkguks

  • Okay time for this little shit
  • The first couple of months that bangtan were friends with you Jungkook would be the most distant
  • Not because he didn’t like you or anything it was actually the opposite
  • He got way too shy around you and his brain would just shut off
  • He tried many times to converse with you
  • It shouldn’t have been too hard for him considering you both had a lot in common and liked the same stuff
  • But every time Jungkook got even a little close to talking to you his mouth would dry up and he wouldn’t be able to form any words
  • So you’d have to make the first move thanks to this cute little bun
  • Honestly I think it would probably happen when you were questioning Jungkook about why he didn’t seem to like you
  • And unlike all the other times were he wasn’t able to talk he’d just end up blurting out “it’s because I like you and every time I’m near you I’m afraid that I’ll mess up my chances!”
  • He’d slap his hand over his mouth, wide eyes avoiding yours
  • So he wasn’t able to notice the small smile on your face or how you shuffled close to him, before taking him by surprise and planting your lips onto his
  • It would take a few moments for him to register what the hell was happening but believe me when he understood he couldn’t stop himself
  • His hands would wrap around your waist and he’d smirk into the kiss despite the heavy blush that was creeping up his cheeks
  • After you two broke apart you’d look up and ask “Jeon Jungkook, will you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?”
  • He’d jokingly pretend to think about it but would answer with a “yes, of course~” after you punched him in the arm
  • And here marked the day of the start of your relationship
  • Jungkook would be really shy and reserved the first few weeks of your relationship
  • But would come out of his shell once you didn’t pressure him and relaxed him
  • He isn’t very good with girls
  • So he’d ask either Yoongi or Namjoon for advice on how to act with you
  • And both of them would just reply “act like yourself”
  • Jungkook would trust his hyungs suggestions and do as they said
  • He’d become his normal meme self around you and to say you couldn’t be happier was an understatement
  • Ignoring the fact that he could be a bit annoying sometimes (okay all the time)
  • Jealously levels to the max
  • He would even hesitate to leave you alone in a room with another member
  • Until he came to his senses
  • And by senses I mean his hyungs scolding him to leave you alone
  • He was a clingy baby
  • He just wanted to be with you most of the time, he never got tired of seeing your pretty face
  • This boy wouldn’t even let you have a bath without him
  • Even if you tried to lock the door he’d still find his way in somehow
  • Before stripping and sitting in the tube across from you, ignoring the death glares you sent his way
  • He’d make up for it though by brushing your damp hair afterwards, singing into your ear softly as you sat against his chest
  • His dates are often spontaneous and not at all planned
  • He’d just show up in the middle of the night, shaking you pout of your bed and driving with you to McDonald’s
  • Jungkook’s kisses would be soft and delicate, holding you close as if he would lose you if he let go
  • When he was informed that he didn’t have to practice one day he’d seize that opportunity to get you into his bed to cuddle
  • He cherished those days he got to spend with you laid against his bare chest, with the curtains closed as shitty movie played in the background
  • Overall Jungkook would be the funniest and cutest boyfriend ever, he’s defiantly a keeper

Originally posted by jeonify

  • Jungkook would be very unsure when it came to sex with you, at first anyway
  • He would only focus on pleasuring you that he wouldn’t even think to ask you to do anything for him
  • But when you first suggested it it was hard not to notice the obvious erection straining against his jeans
  • It wouldn’t have taken very much for him to cum inside your mouth but he’d gain some confidence and hold your jaw shut while ordering you to swallow every last drop
  • This was just the beginning of his dominant side
  • He also could never keep his hands to himself
  • Every time you both were in public his hands would either be on your ass of on one of your thighs
  • He’s also very fond of public teasing
  • More so giving than receiving though
  • his fingers would pull at the hem of your skirt, brushing past the skin of your thigh before entering your panties
  • He’d watch in amusement and wonder as you tried to hold your moans in while desperately trying to shove his hands away, which proved to be useless
  • However he wouldn’t be that amused when you did it to him
  • His eyes would darken in desire once he felt your smaller hand fondled him under his slacks
  • It wouldn’t be long before he was dragging you out and to his car, not even trying to hide his intentions to the people that surrounded you both
  • Jungkook would also be really into handcuffs
  • He’d just loved seeing you blindfold and cuffed to his bed as he dragged his large hands across your body
  • He’s a big tease so he’d drag his hot tongue across your skin before stopping at your panties, before pulling them down with his teeth
  • He would then hold your thighs down against the mattress to stop you from struggling as his slick tongue explored your folds
  • Loves to finger fuck you
  • He wouldn’t even prepare you, he’d instantly enter two long fingers until he was knuckle deep
  • This boy would love doggy style
  • There was no better sight to him than your ass slapping against his cock as you desperately gripped the sheets and buried your face into the soft pillows
  • He’s honesty up for anything when he had sex with you, as long as you were satisfied he was content
  • Although Jungkook was a gentleman in the streets he was also a freak in the sheets ;)

This kept deleting I’m honestly over it! Anyway here’s Jungkook’s part enjoy ♡

Yoongi and Taehyung

Too far

As soon as he walked in, he felt the tension. He had to do something to lighten the mood. He didn’t understand why everyone was anxious in the first place. The mission was a success and all the prisoners decided to join the coalition. “Hey everybody, what’s going on?” Lance asked, plopping down on the couch, “everyone seems down in the dumps.”
He waited for a reply but got nothing in return. He sighed standing up again. “The mission was a success, we added new people to the war against Zarkon. What more can we ask for right now?”
Shiro sighed heavily before offering him a smile. “You’re right Lance,” He said, “today was a win.”
Lance returned his smile. “That’s right! And we have plenty to go!” He cheered, “Planets to save, ladies to meet.”
He gave his signature smirk as the team rolled their eyes with a laugh. “Of course that’s what you’re thinking about.” Allura huffed, “that’s the only thing you think about.”
Lance paused a second before shooting finger guns at her. “Ha ha. Yeah.” He murmured.
“You know at the very least we know one person who won’t be taken by Haggar.” Pidge snorted.
Lance’s arms dropped to his sides, a stunned look on his face. “There isn’t any useful information up there.”
“Hey, wait a min-.”
“Man, remember when you tripped and knocked that alien into the fountain at the space mall?” Hunk laughed, “that was hilarious.”
“You’re always good for comic relief.” Shiro added.
“You mean only good for comic relief.” Keith smirked.
Lance glanced at him, noticing that no one commented on his statement. “Hey! I’m good for other things too!” He yelled.
“Yeah?” Keith asked leaning against the wall, “Like what?”
“I’m the sharpshooter, and I’m good at getting new aliens on our side.” He argued crossing his arms.
“What about the mission today?” Keith argued back, “I didn’t see any sharpshooting out there.”
Lance’s eyebrows furrowed in anger, looking back at the team. They all seemed to be enjoying the show. “Do they think this is funny?” He thought.
“Don’t even get me started on your flying.” He continued, earning a laugh from the couches.
He glanced over at them with a frown. “It has been funny seeing you pilot Blue and then Red.” Allura laughed.
“You can’t even control Red properly.” Keith laughed.
“I told you!” Lance yelled, “Red’s a lot faster than Blue is.”
“She’s too fast for you?” Keith mocked, “maybe you should be piloting something a little slower. Like a cargo ship?”
Lance’s face fell as laughter filled his ears. “Is this what they really think of me?” He thought.
“Man, you really are the worst pilot ever.” Keith laughed, “your mom must be so proud.”
Lance’s arm raised before he even realized, a dull slap echoing throughout the room making everyone go silent. Keith brought a shaky hand up to his cheek already red and pulsing. “Don’t you dare disrespect my mother.” He hissed, his face morphing into rage.
“Eres un maldito bastardo. No puedo creer que haya pensado en ti como una familia.” He spit, spinning on his heel and walking out of the lounge.
Keith looked shocked, as did everyone else in the room. “Keith are you okay?” Shiro asked, finally standing up from the couch.
He nodded slightly. “I’m such an idiot.” He whispered, “I always take things too far.”
“I think we all did.” He replied in a reassuring tone, rubbing Keith’s back.
“I’m going to go apologize to him.” He said, following through the door he left from.
He found him in the kitchen, eating food goo alone. “Lance,” He said cautiously.
“What do you want?” He snapped, glaring at him.
“I’m sorry,” He said quickly, “for what I said earlier.”
Lance stared at him with a heavy frown. “You had every right to slap me, I went too far.” He added, sitting down across from him.
Lance sniffed, staring down at the table. “Do you guys really think so little of me?” His voice wobbled.
“No!” Keith yelled in desperation, “not at all. You always do your best to make sure that everyone is doing well. That’s why you’re so important to us.”
Lance raised a brow at him. “I know it doesn’t seem like we notice, but we do.” Keith added, “maybe it’s about time that that you know that we acknowledge it and are very grateful.”
Lance offered him a smile. “You want to watch a movie or something in the lounge?” He asked, standing up from the table.
“That would be nice.” Keith replied, following him to the doorway.
“And thank you Keith.”

More of a warrior, Richie Tozier.

A/N: I have a lot of school work so requests are taking a bit longer lately and this one was way longer than I thought it was going to be but it’s a song fic based off See You Again by Tyler the creator and if you wanna listen to it I have a link. Requests are open but not immediate so bear with me when I say it might take a week or so to get your request posted because I have a lot of them and still have school and life in general. But thank you for reading and if you sent a request, thanks for requesting.

Warnings: minimal angst, RichiexReader, implied eating disorder, implied depression, overall fluff tho.

Request: request please? song fic if u can with richie and the song 911/Mr. Lonely by Tyler, the Creator? if thats hard, See You Again by Tyler also? im sorry if its confusing i just think those two would be great

Word Count: 10,033 words.

Richie’s eyes are stuck on her, watching her move across the courtyard and pull his attention to her as does the moon to the tides.

He’s nearly drooling at the sight of her applying lip balm while she stands idly by herself.

The Losers are all talking by the trash cans after dumping out their school notebooks and supplies from their year, relishing in the feeling of summer freedom. And after cracking a joke to Eds, something had taken him away from the conversation. Y/N.

It would be easy to say that he had a crush on her. But that would be an understatement. Every time she walks into a room or nears him in the hallway, he can’t help but turn his head to look. The only thing is, none of the Losers know of his crush and all he can do is pine for her in silence. After all, if he even tried to make a move on her then her guard dog, otherwise known as her boyfriend Kyle, would chase him away.

The truth hurts but, it’s simple in this situation; she doesn’t know of his existence.

“Hey,” Kyle’s hand clamps down on her shoulder, “What’s up?”

Y/N turns her head from where Henry Bowers now terrorizes the Losers’ Club and flashes a suffering smile at her boyfriend.

“Nothing really but um-do you think we should help them? It looks like it’s getting bad this time…” She trails off softly and points to the boys across the yard.

She may not know of Richie’s existence, but she doesn’t like seeing anyone getting harassed by Henry. It’s disheartening for her considering the past she’s had at their school.

“No it’s fine, those losers can handle themselves,” He says, his arm sliding over her shoulder possessively.

They start to walk away from the school, Henry and his friends being ran off by his father at the same time when she meets eyes with a boy she doesn’t know.

Richie adjusts his glasses on his face, unable to tear his stare away from the beautiful girl. It’s baffling to him that she doesn’t even know what she does to him. That she’s constantly crossing his mind even though they’ve never talked to each other before.


Y/N stands against the wall of the pharmacy store, waiting for Kyle to get done his shift of stocking the shelves back where they keep the medicine so they can go to the movies.

Summer isn’t exactly her idea of fun, mostly because it brings her exactly what the school year has. Which is way too much time spent with Kyle and his moronic friends, wasting away time she should be spending with people who actually care about her. She should be spending her time doing the things she loves but lately? Nothing can bring her happiness.

But here she is, waiting for him to walk out of those doors a half hour earlier than she has to because her life has hit such a monumental standstill.

The bell on the front entrance to the store chimes and Y/N looks at Mr. Keane straightening up through the dark lenses of her sunglasses, getting ready to sell to the oncoming customers.

Usually, when she spends these never-ending half hours waiting for Kyle to get off of work, the only people who come in the store are the older citizens of Derry and a few regulars who come in to get their prescriptions filled. The boys who just walked in make her dip down the shades over her eyes to the bridge of her nose to get a better look though. Because she’s never seen them in here all at once. In fact, she’s only seen one of them in the store and that was once a few months ago.

“Um, w-what should we get him?” One of the boys, Bill Denbrough, asks his friends

Y/N barely makes a sound as she starts to move across the store to where they’re talking.
When she first moved to Derry last year, she was as unpopular as the Losers are right now except she didn’t have anyone else by her side like they do with each other. She’s always been subconsciously aware of their presence, as someone is always aware of the presence of trees or streetlights without having to pay much attention to them. But they’ve never acquainted themselves.

She thinks to herself that maybe, had she not fallen in with Kyle and the vapid popular kids who live in Derry, they would have befriended her.

“Is that seriously all we have? Guys, he’s bleeding all over and if we don’t-”

The boys stop talking before she can turn down the aisle where they stand, various medical supplies piled up in Eddie’s arms, and so she stops as well out of fear that they’d caught her eavesdropping.

“Bleeding all over?” Y/N mouths softly and glances out the front window of the store.

Her mind absently pushes the flashing image of the boy from earlier into her head, the one with the thick-rimmed glasses who Henry was teasing. And even though she doesn’t even know him, despite the fact that she doesn’t even consciously make the decision to go out there, she walks out of the store because of him. Whoever this kid is, if he’s bleeding because of Henry Bowers and his cabal of idiots, she’ll pull some strings with Kyle and find a way to draw the bully’s blood.

“I’m glad I got to meet you before you died,” A voice floats down the alleyway, sparking confusion within her and only drawing her closer to the source of it.

Nothing too interesting has happened in Derry until this year, with kids going missing left and right and parents being put through hell with it. She herself hasn’t experienced the grief that these disappearances cause in the lives of these people seeing that she barely knows anyone here. Only her mom, Kyle, and his friends. In a way, he closes her off from the opportunities of the world around her and the grip he has around her at all times is starting to choke her harder day by day.

“Oh my god!” Y/N exclaims and runs the rest of the way down the alley.

Ben Hanscom and Richie Tozier are both side by side, Ben sitting on a milk crate box while Richie stands next to him. Before she’d yelled at them, he was kicking rocks and staring off into space. But now he’s smiling at the sight of his longtime crush sprinting over to them. He even forgets that the kid next to him is bleeding for a second in the excitement of her actually acknowledging him.

“Are you okay? What happened to him?”

Richie’s eyes fall over her, quite literally getting weak in the knees at the sight of her sporting short shorts. Only in his dreams has she spoken to him. Only in his dreams has she gotten close to him. In his dreams, they’ve kissed, gotten together, broken up, and made up a million times. But if the guys ever knew about said dreams, he’d probably never hear the end of it since he’s always busting their balls about the trivial little things they do.

“Hey,” She snaps and waves a hand in front of his face, “Trashmouth!”

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Christmas Break at Finn’s//Wyatt Oleff x Reader ~ Part Six

The treehouse you were all staying in was the most amazing thing you had ever seen. It was so modern and had a very cosy atmosphere. Your parents and little sister along with Finn’s family were in the treehouse next door. You ran inside with your bags and into the main room. There were sofas and armchairs and a big oak coffee table facing the huge windows/doors that opened out onto the veranda which held the hot tub and outdoor seating. There was also a kitchen area joined onto the living room. It was all open plan and Sophia was already fussing over the hamper that was in the middle of the breakfast bar. It was a complimentary gift from the company. Full to the brim with little gifts and sweets.

You and Wyatt were looking around together smiling like crazy.
It was time to choose bedrooms and to get to the other section of the treehouse you had to go through a glass hallway that was carpeted. Everything was so beautiful and smelled like cinnamon. You and Sophia were sharing the massive suite. The queen-sized bed was facing the big windows. You could see the trees. The rooms were amazing and had en-suite bathrooms with claw-footed tubs, massive showers, and two sinks, one for each person. 

“Your’s and Finn’s parents have really outdone themselves, Y/N. I can’t believe they let all of us come! And got us our own treehouse!”
“I know right. It’s a shame we won’t be here on Christmas day.”
“But still! This place is phenomenal. Shame your mum said that there was no way in hell you were sharing with Wyatt…”
“Sophia, we’ve been over this! Nothing like that is going to happen for ages yet!”
“I know! But it would have been so cute!”

The two of you were hanging your clothes in the big closet and making yourselves at home. Before the conversation could go any further, Finn and Jaeden came in and announced that you were going out to have a look around the complex. Everyone slipped back into their coats and boots and headed out to meet your families. But not before you ran back and grabbed your camera.
~
The place really was beautiful. Usually, when you spent time here with Finn you stayed in the log cabins on the other side, but this was even better. Somehow the trees were bigger and the paths were wider and the snow was whiter. You walked along through the woods hand in hand with Wyatt, letting go every now and then to take a picture. Sophia was saying how you should all head swimming later on. You and Finn agreed as the pool was amazing. There were water slides, rapids, jacuzzis, and a huge pool. You and Finn used to spend hours there when you came for Christmasses. You had spent more of them here than at home. 

“We’re going to head back now,” Wyatt said to you, “It’s time to hit the pool. We want to see what all the fuss is about. Finn won’t shut up about it.”
“You’ll love it, Wyatt, trust me. Are we going back to get our stuff?”
“Yeah. Finn says we’re all meeting up with the parents later on for dinner.”
“Okay. Let’s go then.”
~
You were currently having the time of your life. You, Sophia, Finn and Wyatt were all going down a massive water slide. Sophia was screaming along with Wyatt, but you and Finn were just laughing at their reactions because you knew how to react. You both looked at each other and grinned because you knew that an eighty-five-degree drop was coming up and when you went down, you had to hold onto the sides of the inflatable you were in as though your life depended on it. You couldn’t go down this slide without an inflatable because it was so huge. The drop was approaching and you braced yourself for the feeling in your belly when it came.

You couldn’t help but scream. It only lasted a few seconds but then you were in a huge cyclone. It was like a cave. You went up the walls getting soaked. This was your favourite part, but it was really scary. It’s hard to describe it unless you’ve been on it. Before you knew it you were going down the last drop and coming out of the bottom, still dying of laughter. Jack and Jaeden wanted a go next so you and Wyatt went on again with them while Finn took Sophia down the other slides. Jack was hilarious, honestly. You couldn’t breathe because of the laughter, and neither could Jaeden and Wyatt. Jack was swearing so loudly as you went down the big drops and up through the tunnels. He was worse than Sophia. 

When Jack was over shitting himself of the water slide you all went down the rapids, your’s and Finn’s favourite. You always held on to Finn’s hand and pushed yourself off at the start so you could go really fast, and it always worked. You both sped around the corners and under the tunnels, knowing it so well that you knew when to shut your eyes to stop the water from getting in. The smile didn’t come off your face the whole time.
~
Once you were out of the pool and back in your clothes you realised the time. It was about six pm and it was time to go for dinner. You and Finn knew where you were going of course. Wyatt had his arm around your waist as you told him stories of you and Finn as kids and what everything meant to you. With a smile on his face, he listened. The others were behind you taking pictures and putting them on their social media captioned, ‘the sickening happy couple’.
When you arrived at the restaurant, your little sister Alice came and jumped into Wyatt’s arms. The sight made you so happy. 

“Noodles!” Your little sister squealed with joy, “Sit next to me! Sit next to me!”
“Of course I will, Alice. Why don’t you come and sit in between me and Jack?”
“Okay!”

It was honestly the happiest you had ever seen her. She was telling Jack all about how she’d seen his movie, even though her mother said she was too young. To be fair, six probably was a bit young to be watching IT, but she had insisted since it had Finn in it. Surprisingly, it didn’t bother her.

“You’re Eddie,” She said to Jack, “Guess what?”
“What?” Jack was in his element
“They’re gazebos and they’re b-”
“ALICE!” You hissed before she could get the rest of the word out. Jack burst out laughing along with everyone else at the table who was listening. After a second, you joined in too. 

Everyone ordered their food and made conversation while they waited. Jack insisted that we go swimming again at some point tomorrow and take Alice with them. You couldn’t believe how well they were all getting along with her.
You couldn’t help but notice Jaeden and Sophia. They were sitting next to each other on the opposite side of the table talking and laughing in their own little world. Jaeden had his arm on the back of her seat and she was leaning into him slightly. You nudged Wyatt who looked over at them and rolled his eyes.

“They both like each other and have for ages, they just won’t do anything about it.”
You thought for a moment. “I’m going to change that.”

Everybody was in their pyjamas and wrapped in blankets on the sofas. Sophia had made delicious hot chocolate and Jaeden had insisted that somebody put a Christmas movie on. That’s how you ended up watching The Grinch. You were snuggled into Wyatt’s side wondering if you would be allowed to stay in this perfect moment forever.

When The Grinch was finished, everyone went to bed except for you and Wyatt. The both of you got changed and decided to go in the hot tub out on the balcony. It was freezing outside, but once you were submerged in the water it was much better. Wyatt was looking out at the view with a troubled look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” Your worry now mirrored his
“It’s just, what’s going to happen when all of this is over, Y/N? We’re going to leave Finn’s and I’m going home to America. America, Y/N.”
You felt sick.
“We’ll make this work. Do you really think that the universe is so fucking cruel that it would bring us together for the best few weeks of our lives and then rip us apart?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, you want to know what I think?”
“Yeah.”
“I think we were crafted from the same star. I think that our destiny is to be one. You might not agree with me, but I believe that we’re supposed to be together.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Maybe seriously will be our always.” Wyatt looked into your eyes and saw everything he needed to see. “Whenever we get the chance, we’ll fly over and see each other. You can come and stay with me in Chicago, I can come to Ontario, and we can all stay at Finn’s during the summer. Or we could go to Pennsylvania and stay with Jaeden.”
“We can do this, Wyatt. We need to at least try because…”
“Because what?”
You couldn’t believe you were admitting this.
“Because I think I might be falling in love with you, Wyatt Oleff.”
“Me too.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”

You put your hands on Wyatt’s cheeks and kissed him. You were determined not to let that boy go. Not now, not ever.
~
When you woke up you were a little bit confused. The last thing remembered was watching American Horror Story with Wyatt. You were now in bed next to Sophia who was scrolling through Instagram on her phone. Wyatt must have brought you to bed when you fell asleep. The thought made you smile.

“What time did you and Wyatt get to bed last night?” Sophia asked you
“I honestly don’t know. We went in the hot tub for a little while, came in and got dry and into our pyjamas again, and then ended up watching Netflix for a bit. I must have fallen asleep and then he bought me into bed.”
“He’s such a cutie.”
“We were talking about if our relationship was going to last when we went home and it actually turned out to be a pretty deep conversation. I think we’re really going to make this work.”
“I’m so happy for you, honestly. I just wish I could have that with someone.”
“Jaeden?”
“How did you know?!”
I sat up and looked at her, shocked. “Really?! You were practically in his lap at dinner last night, and if he moved his hand any lower it would have been on your ass.”
“Was it really that obvious?”
“Yes. It was.”
“Well then.”
“You should just make your move!”
“But what if he pulls away, Y/N!”
“SOPHIA HE’S HEAD OVER HEELS IN FUCKING LOVE WITH YOU!”

Sophia was looking at the door with a face as white as a sheet. You turned around to see Jaeden standing there with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. 

“I’m just going to go and see if Wyatt is awake…”
You closed the door behind you as you left feeling a little sorry for Sophia. You had left her in quite an awkward situation, but hopefully, it would encourage her to go for Jaeden. Jack was in the kitchen making toast.

“Morning, Jack.”
“Oh hey, Y/N. Toast?”
“Sure. Where are Wyatt and Finn?”
“Well, Finn is taking a shower and Wyatt is still asleep.”
You checked the time on your phone. It was almost nine am. “I suppose we did have a really late night. I’m going to go wake him up.”
“Okay. I’ll make coffee.”
“Thanks, Jack.”

Wyatt was still sound asleep when you went into his and Finn’s room. You got on top of the bed and kissed him lightly on the nose. He scrunched his nose up and slowly opened his eyes. 

“Y/N?”
“No, it’s me, Jack.”
“Oh sorry, my bad Jack. Don’t tell Y/N you were in here or she might get jealous.” The sarcasm in both your tones was imminent.
“What time did we go to sleep last night?”
“You fell asleep at around two, and I went to bed when I took you.”
“Thanks by the way.”
“For taking you to your room? You don’t need to thank me for that.”
You kissed Wyatt and pulled him up out of bed.
“Jack’s making coffee and some toast if you want some.”
“Sure. Let’s go.”
~
Sophia and Jaeden were the only ones who didn’t surface for breakfast. You knew that they were probably talking right now and would kill anyone who disturbed them. 

“So what are we doing today?” Jack asked
“I don’t know. We’re meeting the adults for lunch at one, but aside from that, we’ve got today to ourselves.”
“Can we go swimming again at some point? I said I’d take Alice.” Jack smiled
“Of course we can. I know that mine and Finn’s mothers are taking Sophia and I to the spa tomorrow because they think we should have a day away from you boys.”
“Rude.” Finn put a hand on his chest in fake shock
“They may have a point. But about today…”
“I don’t really know about this morning but we could go swimming after lunch.”
“Sure.”
Jaeden came into the living area holding hands. Everyone stood up and cheered.
“FINALLY!” Finn shouted

You winked at Sophia who winked back. You knew that this would happen at some point on this trip. But what else was in store? Only time would tell.

I don’t know what will happen in part seven but I can’t wait to write it! Hope everyone enjoys!

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My friend told me a story he hadn’t told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, ‘Who’d believe that? How can that be true? That’s daft.’ So he didn’t tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love.
 
When he was a kid, he said, they didn’t use the word autism, they just said ‘shy’, or ‘isn’t very good at being around strangers or lots of people.’ But that’s what he was, and is, and he doesn’t mind telling anyone. It’s just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but that’s okay.
 
Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying ‘shy’ or ‘withdrawn’ rather than ‘autistic’. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he can’t quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the film…! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. It’s a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure.
 
It was ‘Labyrinth’, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening.
 
‘I met David Bowie once,’ was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention.
 
‘You did? When was this?’ I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already.
 
He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him.
 
He told the story as if it was he’d been on an adventure back then, and he wasn’t quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence.
 
It was thirty years ago and all us kids who’d loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist?
 
I asked him what happened on his adventure.
 
‘I was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. He’d heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me.
 
‘He gave me this mask. This one. Look.
 
‘He said: ‘This is an invisible mask, you see?
 
‘He took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. ‘Put it on,’ he told me. ‘It’s magic.’
 
‘And so I did.
 
‘Then he told me, ‘I always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesn’t take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too.
 
‘I sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better.
 
‘Then I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me.
 
‘'Now we’ve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know we’re even wearing them,’ he said.
 
‘So, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life.
 
‘It was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me.
 
‘I still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.’
 
I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter.
 
What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye?
 
‘David Bowie said, ‘I’m always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.’ And then it was over. I’ve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.’
 
My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale.
 
‘The normal reaction is: that’s just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.’
 
But I do. I really believe in it.
 
And it’s the best story I’ve heard all year.
—  Paul Magrs
WHY I LOVE U

Venus in Aries: I heard your laughter before I saw you. And then I couldn’t take my eyes off you. And after everyone had gone home we were still running around, or you were running I was just trying to keep up. You work hard, play hard and love even harder, but you like to try on a couple of sizes before you find the right fit. It’s the way you make me laugh at the most ludicrous things, the way you know exactly what you want and are not afraid to go and get it. You make me feel like anything is possible. Our love was like a tickle war turned makeout session, and I still remember the heat when our skin touched. There will never be anyone like you. 

Venus in Taurus: Being with you is like coming home. Like a perfect dream. Like lavender candles and cuddling up to a marathon of our favourite show. You kissing me between every episode. You don’t like playing games and you don’t like being rushed when falling in love. You take your sweet time, worshipping my body and my mind so my heart can’t help but follow. I remember those lazy Sundays, strolling through the furniture store, your hand in mine and we would pretend to decorate our future house. But all we came out with were more lavender candles and a burning lust for each other. You turn the mundane into something truly magical. 

Venus in Gemini: You drive me crazy, I never know where we stand. We spend the most incredible nights together and then I don’t hear from you in forever. Maybe that’s your style, you wanna look me in the eyes and not read my words on your phone. We sit for hours and people watch, making up backstories for them. When I’m with you I have no sense of time, all I can think about is your mischievous smile and the way you play with my hair. Your love is all-consuming, like nothing in the world matters to you more. With you my sense of reason is completely clouded, I’m yours for the night and every other night. If you’ll have me. 

Venus in Cancer: My hero, my sensitive babe. Your heart on your sleeve, that look in your eyes and I was yours forever. When you kissed me I could see our lives flashing before my eyes. Sitting on opposite sides of the sofa. Your nose in a book but your hand on me, like you needed to be connected to me or else you’d die. Every time you catch me staring at you I can’t help the grin on my face. You are fragile and strong, creating this protective space around us where we can just be together. I love how you’re not afraid of your feelings, and how you already named our kids even though we need to discuss it lol. You make it feel so real, like you are the missing piece of the puzzle. 

Venus in Leo: I remember the first time I met you, it all happened so fast. At a party, my friend introducing you and before I knew it your arms were around me. I remember melting into your hug, and the electricity in the air when we finally let go. Everyone else thought it was weird but we both knew, there was no turning back. Being with you feels like running through a field of flowers, faster and faster. Your laughter and your moans echo in my head. My legs feel like giving out but your hand refuses to let go of mine. It’s that smile after you say something clever, and they way you make me feel like it’s just me and you versus the world. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this loved. 

Venus in Virgo: You make me feel whole. Driving down the freeway blasting our songs, I can’t sing but you don’t care. Your hand on the stick shift and for some reason I got all hot inside. It’s the way you wrap your arms around me at the checkout line, like I’m yours and you don’t care who knows. You’re thoughtful and observant, you make me feel like I matter to you. And it’s not an act, you are actually that kind. I’m trying so hard to describe you, but all I can think about is that night when my family fell apart. You drew a bath with bubbles and you held me until the water went cold. Then we ate raspberries (my favourite) and watched Modern Family. And then you loved me until I didn’t feel like I was falling apart anymore. I think that describes you more than words ever could. You’re the one I see sitting next to me on our porch doing a crossword puzzle, in our old bodies. But it doesn’t scare me because your spirit is forever young. 

Venus in Libra: Being in love with you is so easy. Our first date was to the movies. You gave me a red poppy and held my hand the entire time, gently playing with my fingers. My heart was about to beat out of my chest but somehow I was calm, because you were. I love the way you talk so easy, with that breezy confidence. Like you’d never tell me a lie. The way you were charming and kind to everyone from the bus driver to the server at the pizza shop. After talking to each other all night in the park, it was the only place that was still open. My mum still asks about you. I think she loved you more than I did, and that’s saying something. 

Venus in Scorpio: God, the way you tear me apart and then put me back together. Over and over again. You of all people know that life isn’t always chocolates and roses. You’re not afraid of the ugliness of human nature, instead you try to find the silver lining, the beauty in the madness. You demand that I’m honest with you, and in turn you trust me with your own secrets. It created a bond beyond love, or maybe it was love. It just felt different, like it was based in reality and not a love story. You’ve seen me at my worst and still think I’m beautiful, because you see people’s souls. Nobody can hide their true nature from you for you are an expert of reading between the lines. Your animalistic passion penetrates deep, and everything becomes a haze of lust and obsession. Because if you’re not obsessed it’s just not worth it. I would trust you with my life, because you would sacrifice your own for the one you love. 

Venus in Sagittarius: We had just gotten comfortable on the top of the mountain we climbed when you hit me with “Do you think out of seven billion that some people have the same personality?” And you packed my favourite sandwich, tomato, mozzarella and basil. A moment of breathless kisses and triumph. Your strength made me feel strong too, and your devotion made my heart swell. You never stand still but it doesn’t matter, because you take me with you and always make sure I’m alright. You make me feel included, showing me off and introducing me to all your friends. I’ve never felt more proud than when I’m standing next to you. When you told me how much you loved me I knew it was true. 

Venus in Capricorn: The true romantic. What drew me in was that calm stare, you looked like trouble I swear I was gonna faint on the spot. You could keep up with me, and when you took my hand and said “Trust me?” I somehow believed you. But what made me fall for you was how you kept all your promises. Your presence is honest and true, the way you make me feel like I would never be alone, like I would always have a friend. I love falling asleep in your arms to your heartbeat. You’re gentle with me, I can feel your love in every touch. Your love made me believe I could do anything, because I knew you would stick by my side. If I asked you to. 

Venus in Aquarius: Keep it cool, that’s how you roll. Almost untouchable, but you let me touch you. It was like the seasons changed in seconds. You finished that last drop of champagne and said “Let’s get wet”, then we jumped in the pool. And then you kissed me. It felt like breathing underwater, I don’t even think you live in the same world as the rest of us. I texted you at 2 a.m. and you didn’t hesitate. Trapped between your body and the wall, your lips on my neck and I was already in heaven. I never thought you loved me back, until you showed up on my doorstep, whiskey on your breath and tears in your eyes. After that I never doubted you, because I knew then that your love was more than words. 

Venus in Pisces: With you it’s all about the moment, and moments with you are plush and whimsical. Like sitting on a cloud. You are still the only person to ever write me a poem. And when you asked me if I liked it, how you let me see your vulnerable side even though the look in your eyes was sheer terror, you were brave. I was at loss for words so I just kissed you deeply. You see the beauty in the little things, like asking me about what I dreamt last night or giving me cupid earrings so they could whisper sweet nothings in my ear when you’re not around. Your love is poetic, you actually think of me and what makes me happy. Whenever you see something that reminds you of me you always let me know. I can’t help but think how lucky I am to be so cherished.

Things I noticed after watching IT a second time

- Eddies little “sorry mommy” ((im yelling))

- how they all watch each others backs while walking through the school

- Stan calmly explaining about the bar mitzvah

- Eddies little hands over his mouth when Richie was freaking out about his missing poster

- also Richies glance to Eddie when he’s freaking out about his missing poster

- How Richies glasses make his eyes look slightly bigger

- Bills quivering lip

- How quick they were to accept Mike and Ben into their group and how quick Mike and Ben fit in

- Beverlys rings

- Blonde kid in Henry’s gang looks like Draco Malfoy

- Eddie’s so small and cute I love my son

- Richie holding Eddie’s face after they find Pennywise attacking him

- Every time something happened with Eddie and his asthma whether is was just him using his inhaler or the fact that he could barely breathe when Pennywise was attacking him just makes me want to hold him forever

- Eddie buying Richie ice cream

- Bev just looked so scared covered in all that blood I’m in love with her

- “Derry started as a beaver trapping camp.” “Still is! Am I right boys?”

- We didn’t see Bill with his parents much (his mother not at all) and I just think that shows how alone he was in his need to find Georgie, and why he felt so betrayed when his friends gave up too

- Ben’s room ❤️

- Eddie’s little red shorts

- Bev: “I need to show you something?” Richie: “More than you showed us yesterday at the quarry?”

- Beverlys slow-forming smile

- Richie and Eddies long ass hug at the end

- Eddie looked so sad when his mother took him away after he broke his arm he was just so sad

- Henry’s shaking hands over his face when his dad shot the ground next to him

- “Nothing like a little fear to make a paper man crumble.”

- Stan Mike and Eddie all in the “Bill no what the fuck” club

- Richie eventually joining this “Bill no what the fuck” club after Eddie was put in danger

- “Bills gonna kill you!” AKA Georgie’s fear of disappointing Billy. (Fuck you, Pennywise.)

- The way Pennywise looks at Richie after he calls his lair a “crackhouse”

- “Don’t breathe through your mouth.” “Why?” “Because then you’re eating it.”

- That was Eddie coming out of the Matress? I didn’t realise it was him the first time.

- “Not every plant is poison ivy, Stan.”

- Pennywise used Eddie to lure Richie (cue me sobbing)

- Stans little bunch of curls peeking out through his bandage

- Bens lil nose

- Mike always looks so scared and worried I just want to protect him

- Bills pyjamas that are almost to small for him in the beggining of the movie

- also the cinematography in the beginning (well, the whole movie actually) is beautiful and part of the reason I love this movie so much

- Ben’s cliché kiss to wake up Beverly has been so overused in the past we all thought it wouldn’t work but it did and that surprised us.

- Pennywise is a fucking hoarder

- The fact that Stan and Eddie left first is just foreshadowing for what happens next and I want to cry

(not so) subtle hints peter drops when he has a crush on you

Originally posted by tomshollandss

  • although we all know peter is a gentleman, he goes out of his way to be the ultra gentleman for you
    • actually running in front of you to grab the door for you
      • pouting when you get there first 
    • making sure to always have a hoodie on hand for you when you’d get cold 
    • always insisting on buying your coffee
      • often bringing you coffee before classes that he just knows you’re way too tired to handle at the early hours of the day 
      • he has your orders memorized for each coffee shop and bakery within queens 
      • always remembering to put a little coffee sleeve on your drink so it doesn’t burn your fingertips 
  • LOTS OF COMPLIMENTS FROM LITTLE OLE’ PETER 
    • “wow your hair looks great today” 
      • “thanks..didn’t even have time to brush it” 
    • “that shirt looks great, y/n” 
      • “it’s yours” 
    • “your eyes are really pretty wOW” 
    • “y-you have really nice lips, is that a weird thing to say? yeah it probably is, i should stop talking, i’m still talking, ned make me shut uP” 
    • “if my parents were alive i’m sure they’d love you-wait that’s a horrible thing to say” 
      • “pETER” 
  • he absolutely LOVES spending time with you and finding excuses to do so 
    • exhibit a: STUDY DATES STUDY DATES STUDY DATES 
      • peter is your go-to man for all school subjects and he knows it
      • so homeboy uses that to his advantage 
      • “hey, y/n, i could totally tutor you” 
        • “peter, you’re literally spider-man, you have other responsibilities” 
        • “but i’d rather help you, best friend duties of course” 
    • exhibit b: mOVIE MarATHONS WEEKLY 
      • ned at first begging peter to come, but peter begging him to make up an excuse as to why he couldn’t go 
      • every week 
      • “peter, why is ned never here anymore???”
      • “uhm…great question?” 
      • he one time actually LOWERED the thermostat so you would be cold and his hopes were you’d cuddle with him 
      • “jesus, your apartment is freezing today” 
      • “darn..cuddle?” 
    • exhibit c: always lab partners 
      • you replaced ned really quick 
      • but ned didn’t mind, he liked playing the wingman so he’d go chill with michelle
        • don’t @ me but i ship that 
      • peter making sure to save you a spot before class and you happily sitting next to him 
      • he’s lowkey making web fluid in between experiments 
      • “hey, pete, can i watch you do that? it’s actually really fascinating” 
      • HE’S SO EXCITED THAT YOU WANNA SEE HOLY CRAP 
      • you totally find it adorable cool how into it peter gets and he thoroughly explains everything 
      • tbh not getting much of the labs done 
  • SO MANY HINTS FROM NED IT’S RIDICULOUS AND TBH HE MADE IT THE MOST NOTICEABLE 
    • “hey, y/n, why don’t you go to homecoming with peter?”
      • “he never asked me?”
      • “right, he’s just scared, so i of course am left with all the heavy lifting” 
        • “neD sHUT Up!!” 
    • he loves doing the cliche thing where he physically pushes peter into you often 
    • ned loves to drop not so subtle winks at peter in between conversations amongst the three of you
    • often “whispering” too loudly 
      • “peTER THERE’S Y/N” 
      • “THANKS NED, I GOT  IT” 
    • “please ask her out, this wingman thing is exhausting” 
      • “all you do is embarrass me ??” 
  • eventually catching on and peter is very !!?!?!?!?!?!? 
    • “hey peter, do you like me?”
      • him practically choking on air 
      • “w-what , w-who told you? what????”
    • “it’s fine if you don’t, i mean i like you, but if you don’t it’s totally cool maybe i just misread-” 
      • “waIT YOU LIKE ME?”
        • “what do you mean by ‘misread’???”
      • “peter you’re not that subtle” 
      • “it was ned wasn’t it” 
  • moral of the story: you got peter head over heels and it’s the cutest thing in the whole world 
... And Action! (Bill Skarsgard X Reader)

anonymous requested: Oi ! i really like ur writings and was wondering if you do bill skarsgard/pennywise stuff ? if you do can you write a oneshot where Y/N plays the older sister (like shes in her twenties or smth) of beverly and pennywise kills her ? but Bill Skarsgard (he plays Pennywise) has a thing for Y/N and really hopes to impress her but it kinda goes wrong in someway ? idek but it’s been a idea i’ve had for ages ! thankss !  

Warnings: Spoilers -? Maybe? IT is a horror movie so, murder and choking. Also brief brief brief topics of vomit.

Word Count: 1880

A/N: I’m fully aware this is one shot is a bit bizarre and definitely a specific niche (not one that I share necessarily) but I feel like I need to preface this by saying this is simply just for fun. PSA Bev Marsh doesn’t have an older sister Y/N’s role is purely for this work

Originally posted by romanandme

Ever since Y/N got the call telling her she, Y/N L/N, was to play the part of Laura Marsh, her stomach still hasn’t unfolded itself. It was still all balled up in the pit of her lower abdomen, like she could hurl at any time. It had been there through the three months of filming they had done and she concluded that it would probably never leave.

Her character didn’t play much of a part in the loser’s club, but Y/N’s character was given her own story in the film. She was Laura Marsh, the real town ‘slut’  even though she often used her little sister Bev as a scapegoat. She hung out with Patrick Hocksetter and Henry Bower, and was usually one of Bev and the loser’s tormentors. Laura was a bitch by all standards of convention, even Y/N could admit, which was her death scene was supposed to be simultaneously terrifying and reliving.  

Y/N watched as the loser’s from her black chair as they played hand games and laughed together on the pavement. The blacktop was so hot! She thought, how the hell did they stand it? Y/N technically had only stopped being a kid three years ago (she was 21 now) but she still could never remember a time where she was so uncaring.

“Do ya’ know when they’re gonna start already? Jesus lets just get on with the scene already!” The slightly squeaky voice of Nicholas Hamilton (Henry Bowers) abruptly asked beside her. Three months ago she would’ve jumped, but now she didn’t even think about it. She heard a chair scraping against the ground and it groaned with the weight of Nick’s body. She turned and smiled at him, placing her thick and annotated script onto her lap. He was wearing an orange wife beater tanktop and Y/N could see redness on his shoulders beginning to form.

“Whoa I die in this scene! You want me gone that much, huh?” Y/N asked, feigning hurt as she chuckled lightly. It was the most unfortunate death for poor Laura Marsh, first she was kissed and then left by her boyfriend (which just so happened to be Henry Bowers) in the sewers of all places, then she was brutally ripped apart by a clown wearing his face. Y/N knew that the younger actor was anxious for his first on-screen make out (he had told her so time and time again) but she hoped the playful conversation would calm his nerves.  

Y/N was nervous too but for a different reason entirely. She was an experience actress, she had crossed all the necessary rights of passage, yet she was so nervous. Y/N had talked to Bill Skarsgard twice and she couldn’t shake her stupid, girlish crush. She hardly knew the guy for fuck’s sake! She had wanted so much to come from this movie, It was her first big production movie, but now she was most certainly gonna screw up. How the hell could she pretend to be terrified of the guy when she was secretly thinking ‘I want you to rub my mouth on your mouth’?

“No! No!” Nick assured, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s not the death I’m looking forward to,” he whispered under his breath not so subtly. A few moments of hot silence followed before he reached over and grabbed the script from Y/N’s lap. He lazily fanned himself with it boyishly.

“You’ve got another coupla scenes after this so it’s not like you’re not going anywhere!” He joked as he tried in vain to cool himself off. His voice was shaking slightly and his laughs were constrained, like he wasn’t breathing in enough. Y/N cocked her eyebrow and waited for a few seconds before she made a lunge for her script. She, of course, missed it and hit her elbow on the wooden arm rest of his chair.

“C’mon why do you carry this thing anyhow? Everyone knows you memorized this thing cover to cover the instant you got it.” Nick teased stretching his arm away from Y/N as he peered at all of her highlights and somewhat embarrassing notes.

Y/N tried to crack a smile, but it was true, she did take it everywhere. How could she not? How else could she ensure she’d pull through? Besides was it so wrong for her to make sure everything went perfectly?

Nevertheless, she was beginning to suspect that Nick knew something that he shouldn’t, that sneaky little son of a bitch. She was about to reply with a typical snarky remark but she was interrupted by Andy (the director) shouting, “Y/N, Nick, and Bill - Scene 6 please!” Her heart sank as her body began to move without her brain’s consent. Nick had already jumped up and ran over to Andy enthusiastically. Meanwhile, Y/N’s thighs peeled up from her chair and she awkwardly waddled over to join them.

Andy took one glance at her before waving a makeup artist down and whispering in her ear. How ironic that this makeup artist looked like a scary clown herself, what with all that highlighter. The girl took a dry rag and began to dab Y/N’s face a bit, before she was pulled onto set by someone’s face she didn’t even get to see.

Nick grabbed Y/N’s hand and lightly guided her into position, awaiting Andy to shout “Action!” Y/N could still see the kids offscreen playing their hand games, but now one of them had begun throwing little balls of mud.  

“Alright! Is everyone in position?!” Andy asked looking around as if he were waiting for someone to point out a problem. He nodding to the man holding the slate, before loudly shouting “AND ACTION!”

Nick immediately pushed Y/N’s hips up against the walls of the sewers and she giggled obnoxiously. His lips roughly greeted hers in a strained, but very teenager, kiss. The kiss lasted only for a couple of seconds before he pulled away and wiped his mouth, following the script to a tee.

“You’re getting better.” He commented rudely and went back to give her another kiss. But Y/N’s character, Laura pushed his chest back, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Henry?” Y/N made sure to smack her lips together, to cock her head, and roll her eyes.

“It means that I thought sluts like you were supposedta’ be good at kissin’. But I guess sluts aren’t really known for their kissin’ anyways.” Again, Nick went in for a kiss, but Y/N pushed him back and feigned disbelief.  

Only open your mouth slightly, stop cocking your head, frown, stare, make your eyes water Y/N went through exactly what she had to do in the mirror time and time again, perfecting every part of her express- Crap, lower your chin and …. cry!

Nick glanced at her, though by now her character was balling. “You’re a fucking crazy bitch. You know that right? How much do you charge again?” He asked so sourly the words curdled in his mouth.

“Just get the fuck outta here!” Y/N yelled and she could see, out of her peripheral vision, Andy mouthing along to the words. Nick smirked evilly, before exiting the set and giving her an encouraging off screen thumbs up. Y/N slumped down and cried pathetically, just as it was written. But eventually she stood and stumbled around in the sewers, crying all the way. She could feel the presence of the camera over her shoulder as it followed her like a ghost. Abruptly, the sound of demonic laughter reverberated around the metal of the sewer hitting Y/N’s ears. Bill was too good at that. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand. Her character stopped walking and wiped her nose with the back of her cranberry colored sweatshirt.

A floating red balloon bobbed through the air as it came softly down to where Y/N was standing. It bobbed so peacefully (like the script had said), so her character tried to reach out to get it like a  young child. Perhaps poor slut Laura Marsh needed comfort too, Y/N pondered.

“AND PENNYWISE GO!” Andy shouted, marking where CGI would be used to create a horrifying, deformed hell version of Bill’s beautiful face. Y/N jumped and let out a throaty, raspy scream, the same scream she was hired for. She felt cold hands on her sweatshirt before she saw Bill, but once she did she couldn’t help to scream again. It was nightmarish, with his enlarged forehead and pointed smile.

The clown pinned Y/N up against the wall, which would’ve actually choked her if it had not been for the slight incline that let her tiptoes hang on. She gasped and sputtered, still crying and struggling pathetically. “HO HO HEHEHE!” The clown laughed in her ear and the sound shocked her so much that Y/N lost her footing, her toes couldn’t get a grip on the wet floor of the sewer. Bill was already so much taller than her at 6’4” that in order to deliver the lines properly, he had begun brought her up to his face. She gripped tightly onto his gloved hands as she coughed and began to feel a bit light headed as he continued to laugh maniacally.

Just kill me already! Y/N painfully thought, she would hate to be the reason for the failed take. But Pennywise, or Bill, never seemed to talk fast enough and Y/N was really beginning to feel the effects as she tried desperately to gulp in air.

“I - I,” Wheeze. “C-c-can’t-t,” Wheeze.  

Immediately like a switch had been pulled, she felt the pressure on her throat release as she fell to the ground into the disgusting water. She gulped in sweet air like she had never breathed before and Andy, god bless him, finally shouted “Cut!”

“Y/N! Are you alright!? I really didn’t mean to! I mean I thought maybe - but - I’m so sorry!” Pennywi- Bill shouted, helping her up by placing his hand on the small of her back. It was so odd hearing him be so gentle and polite while wearing such a terrifying costume. His eyes, which five seconds ago where full of such rage, now were softened and sad. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” Bill said exasperatedly and guided her over to where Andy sat, all the while she was still breathing in and out deeply.

“Y/N! Y/N! What happened!” Y/N heard the voices of the child actors as they ran over to inspect the situation.

“It was the heat you dufas!” One of the kids proclaimed obviously, as they patted her shoulder. But all Y/N could focus on was the sound of her heart beating as she panted heavily.

“I’m …  fine guys.” Y/N confirmed as she rubbed her neck tenderly. Now that she finally had air in her lungs, the pain of where Bill’s fingers had wrapped around her throat set in.

“I’m so sorry,” Bill repeated as he tried to give her kindest smile he could, buck tooth, blood drenched and everything.

The Losers Club as Teachers

Eddie-
- health teacher
- The students watch documentaries like every day
- Along with worksheets with the movies too
- But will lecture the fuck outta the class too like he goes hard
- “You all should wash your hands after this class, do you know how many other students have sat in these seats and touched the desk’
- Loves the kids so much he’s actually really chill
- Takes them on a walk on their school trail occasionally

Richie -
- drama teacher (also dabbles in choir)
- loves the kids so much
- Will put on a play and as many mini plays as he can
- Will take the kids to a Shakespeare museum
- Cusses in front of the kids but the office and board don’t know and never will
- “Okay listen you lil shits we are gonna have a field trip to Mr. Kaspbraks- I mean Mr. Toziers room I left him my charger and I need it back every man for himself
- He and Eddie are married I forgot to mention that

Beverly -
- art teacher
- Is literally a mom for the kids
- “Do you need to talk about anything?”
- Encourages kids to paint and draw whatever they want, she hates the guidelines and standardized testing
- On the last day of school she gets as many supplies as she can and does a project with them
- Like shaving cream on the desk
- Or a big tarp set up outside to throw paint on
- Or for the seniors, she gets a big rock and tells them to write whatever they want
- Cool Mom™

Mike -
- history teacher
- Very passionate, I think that’s why all the kids love him
- Cause they actually learn instead some mediocre teacher drilling useless information in their skulls
- Loves field trips
- “Okay y’all movie day”
- Brings food for the students in case they get hungry or can’t wait till lunch or still hungry after lunch cause he’s so sweet
- Likes to talk about not only history but his history with friends and family and the students just love it


Ben-
- English teacher
- Library days are on Friday
- “Today is Friday come on let’s go!”
- Likes to take them outside to read when they do book reports
- He still writes poems for Beverly
- Whenever she stops by his class, before she leaves, she says “your hair is winter fire, January embers’
- And Ben is blushing in front of his students but he still says ‘my heart burns there too’
- And the whole class feels like they’re third wheeling

Stan-
- Science teacher
- Takes his first period outside to see if the the moon is still up
- Takes them on a field trip to a bird sanctuary
- Loves the kids but he’s still so done with them too
- “If y’all don’t quiet down I’ll release a hawk on you guys”
- Rarely puts on movies but does like to discuss with the class ideas for projects and experiments
- “Have a nice weekend now get outta my class”

Bill-
- psychology teacher
- Watched documentaries on the reg
- “Quiet down and watch the movie please’
- Sadly he still stutters a bit but the students are super sweet and give him time
- A kid wrote a book when they graduated and based a super cool character off ‘their favorite teacher ever’
- Bill cried
- No field trips cause it’s an elective but he does like to do debates and take them to the auditorium to do tests and quizzes

Georgie -
- wants to work in art like Beverly
- Still in college tho
- Volunteers at daycares and likes to do arts and crafts with the kids
- ‘Finger painting day!”
- Loves his brother and friends

They all work at the same school (besides Georgie) and everyone calls them the teachers club cause they’re all together when they get the chance, but they still deem themselves as the Losers Club

Missing Link

Missing Link (m)

Word count: 6.3k

Genre/Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, talk of masterbation and language

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You catch Yoongi playing with himself before a night out and some part of you wants to join him. That’s crazy though, he’s your best friend… Right?


“Yoongi~”

“Yes, Y/N?” Yoongi said as he watched tv, happy to be home after a long day with you. 


“Will you please go with me tonight? I don’t want to go by myself.”

Yoongi sighed on the couch next to you. “Y/N, i’m too old to be going to these college parties.”

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Mothers’ Weekend

Hello there! Long time, no see (my bad I know) but, here: an Alicia Zimmermann-centric piece as she goes to Parents’ Weekend during Jack’s freshmen year. [focus on Alicia, Jack, and Shitty] 6k


Somewhere, deep in her heart, Alicia Zimmermann knows she is a bad mother.

It started out as a worry, as maybe it does for all new mothers, that she will be a bad mother. That she won’t know what to do with a baby or a toddler that one day she will accidentally drop him or forget to feed him or feed him something he is actually allergic to or maybe she’ll scar him emotionally somehow and she worried but she survived his childhood okay. And then, after he was five or six, she stopped worrying about it. She thought she was doing pretty good. Jack had hockey and loved hockey and, sure, they didn’t have deep emotional talks but she didn’t exactly have any basis of comparison. Television families told her she was doing okay. No teenage boy wanted to have deep talks with his mother. And, look, if Jack didn’t talk to her all that much as he turned 12 and then 13, at least he was still talking to his father. Mostly still about hockey but she… she thought that had counted. Hockey was like French, to her. Another language she could understand but couldn’t quite speak. But Bob could. He was on top of it. Jack was taken care of.

She loved Jack. That was never the problem. The problem was that her love wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter. It didn’t alert her to any of the facts and maybe it even blinded her– She loved her son and her son loved hockey and so she loved hockey too. She loved her son and then her son seemed to love a boy named Kent and they never talked about it but she let Kent come over all the time and she figured they would discuss it at some point. She just… assumed everything was okay. Even after he was diagnosed with the anxiety disorder and given pills. It was always… well, that was a little problem but it’s handled and under control and everything is okay now.

See. Bad mother.

A good mother would have known somehow.

A good mother would have pushed and prodded or sensed it without even having to be told.

A good mother would have paid attention to how hard Jack was on himself. A good mother would have made sure her son had interests outside of hockey. A good mother would have known that Jack’s long silences after losses weren’t normal. A good mother would have preached balance and fostered friendships with different types of people and stopped the fucking hockey.

She didn’t though. Stop the hockey. No, not Alicia Zimmermann. She encouraged it. She went to the games and cheered the loudest and she even loved it a little bit because she thought it brought him joy, like his father. She bought into the vision: Jack playing hockey like Bob, the Zimmermann legacy continued throughout the ages…

God, she even used to tease Jack about how it took his father three years to win a Cup and she was sure Jack could manage it faster than his old man.

A good mother wouldn’t have done that. So, see, she’s always been a bad mother. Even now, now that she’s almost lost him, now that she’s promised to do better, now that she’s finally read all the books and online articles about anxiety and pressure and the danger of sports and hockey culture… now she’s still just as bad. Just for different reasons.

Now she is a bad mother because it’s Saturday afternoon and he’s been at Samwell for almost three months and she does not feel like mothers are supposed to feel in this moment.

She glances around. At the sea of other mothers and fathers crammed onto Samwell’s campus for Parents’ Weekend. They are not nervous. They are excited. Happy. Enthusiastic. Overjoyed to see the teenager they had left just a couple months ago again. To her right is a father almost (but not quite) breaking into a run to give his son a hug. To her left, a mother has burst into tears. Happy tears.

And then there’s her. She’s not excited to see Jack. Well, no. No, it’s not that she’s not excited. She is. She is. (She is. She repeats it once more just to remind herself). She is just…

She is nervous too. More nervous than she is excited.

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bts scenario: appreciation

i saw this in my inbox and thought it was so cute! hope you enjoy! xx

raising money for my pet’s tumor removal 

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jin: jin was particularly insecure about his fingers, this was a widely known fact. so when you saw jin staring at his fingers as he bent them and pulled at them you gently took his hands in yours. “don’t do that jinnie,” you smiled softly at him, “your hands are beautiful, you don’t need to change anything about yourself. jin smiled before leaning his forehead against yours, “i’m sorry.” you shook your head, “you don’t need to apologize jin, just know that you’re beautiful no matter what.” soft kisses were exchanged for the rest of the night. 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

yoongi: yoongi wasn’t the best at sharing his feelings, but you could always tell when he was upset. his fingers curled and uncurled as he tried to restrain his frustration. “yoongz?” you asked softly and his eyes flew over to you, the anger leaving them as soon as he made eye contact with you, “what’s wrong?” yoongi looked down at his keyboard, “i’m a shitty songwriter.” your brow furrowed as you scooted closer to him, “min yoongi,” you started, “that is not true, do not put yourself down like that. you’re amazing.” yoongi nuzzled into your hair as you calmed him down.

Originally posted by you-made-me-again

hoseok: hoseok sometimes got frustrated with himself when he couldn’t get the choreography 100% correct. “hobi,” you turned off the music, “come here.” hoseok looked over at you as he breathed heavily and sat down next to you. “i know you want to get this perfect, but you need to take a break okay?” your fingers threaded through his hair. hoseok went to retort but you stopped him, “you can’t get everything right all the time, you need to rest. you’re an amazing dancer hobi.” hoseok pulled you into his arms as he promised a night full of junk food and movies. 

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

namjoon: namjoon’s hands slammed down on his desk as he threw his headphones off to the side. “fuck,” he swore as he dragged his hands down his face. “hey hey,” you said as you pulled his hands away, laying your hands on his cheeks, “what’s wrong?” “i can’t get this melody right,” namjoon huffed but leaned into your touch. “that’s okay baby,” you said, “you just need a break okay? how does sushi sound?” namjoon’s eyes immediately lit up at the promise of sushi, and that’s when you knew you would do anything to make him smile.

Originally posted by je0n

jimin: jimin poked and prodded at his skin as you watched with a frown on your face. “jiminie,” you said with a chastising voice, which made jimin look down at the floor. “i gained weight,” he said with a voice full of sorrow. “baby,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, “your body is perfect okay? gaining weight is okay. what’s important is that you’re happy.” jimin leaned into your neck and hugged you close, pressing kisses to your neck as a thanks. 

Originally posted by bubblegumochi

taehyung: taehyung’s finger pushed against the freckles on his face while frowning. “tae what are you doing?” you asked as you watched his ministrations. “i don’t like my freckles,” he stated as he poked at the one on his cheekbone. pulling his hands away from his face, you began to place kisses on every freckle you could see. “well i love your freckles,” you said, “do you know which one is my favorite?” taehyung shook his head. “this one,” you placed a kiss on the edge of taehyung’s nose, making him break out into giggles. 

Originally posted by danielsoftgf

jungkook: jungkook huffed for what seemed like the 100th time tonight as he sat on the couch while looking down at his lap. “it’s okay kookie,” you said softly as you grabbed his hands, “you did good.” jungkook shook his head, “no i didn’t, i’m supposed to be the golden maknae.” you frowned at his words, “it’s okay to not be perfect all the time baby, i know you messed up a little on your vocals, but your voice just needs some rest, alright?” kissing the frown at the edge of jungkook’s lips, you finally felt some of the tension beginning to leave his body. 

Originally posted by ggukz

Time to float - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Time to float

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompts: If you’re taking requests for Bill Skarsgård can you write one where the reader is a famous actress and also little Jackson Scott’s big sister (the kid who plays Georgie) so she attends the premiere with him wearing a stunning dress as usual, she meets Bill who is awestruck bc hes a huge fan with a massive crush on her, the kids who played in the movie myb tease him a little bit, and she’s flattered and thinks hes adorable idk i like this idea 
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YN is Jackson older sister and Bill is her fan!so when he finds out he tries his best to get Jackson to introduce them,and when he does,Jackson can’t help and teels big sis that Bill has a crush on her and he’s just super adorkable to admit! later they all say that on an interview,and the kids love to make fun of them

“Jackson please don’t run! Be careful, sweetie, you’re gonna-” you stopped yourself when you heard you little brother giggle and you realized what you’d just said “Oh gosh I am turning into mom!” you breathed out, eyes wide.

Your little brother ran back to you, wrapping his small arms around your legs and you looked down to be met with his adorable smile “Yes you are! But I am always going to love you the most! More than mom and dad, and more than anyone else in the world!” he said and you giggled.

“And you will always be the number one man in my heart, JR!” you leaned down to pick him up and kiss his cheek as he wrapped his arms around your neck with a big smile.

“Even before dad?” he asked and you grinned, nodding your head.

“But we’re not gonna tell him that, because it’s gonna break his heart.” you pouted, and he giggled.

“You bet it will!” your father piped in, saying with a serious nod and you laughed with Jackson as he kissed your cheek before going to help your mother.

“And… even more than him?” he said with what was supposed to be a smirk on his face and you chuckled, tickling his belly.

“You sly little tease!” you grinned as he squirmed in your arms “Alright, maybe I really do like him a little bit but-”

He rolled his eyes so dramatically at you and shook his head “A lot!”

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little tattoos part ii

this is part two to little tattoos! 

you can read part one here

thank you guys sososoosos much for all the love on this fic. it was tbh a shower thought that evolved into so much more. im so very proud of this fic and i plaN to write another part, maybe two.

so YEAH 

thank you guys so much. it makes me so happy to see that people like my writing. i hope you all enjoy part two of little tattoos <3

summary: a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo exactly like their soulmate

pairing: eddie and richie

words:  2085


Eddie sighed, approaching his house. He really wasn’t in the mood to convince his mom to let him go to Bill’s. He had gone over there seemingly a thousand times over the course of the past three years, but he still had to argue with his mother for at least twenty minutes before she’d let him leave.

His mom still, daily, tried to convince him that he did indeed have an illness; but he knew better.

Eddie’s mother nearly pounced on him when he opened the front door. “Eddie dear, come on, take your pills! You need them!” She said, so shrill it sounded like nails on a chalkboard to him.

He shook his head and got out of her grip easily, backing away and up the stairs. Eddie ignored his mother’s pleas until he shut his bedroom door and couldn’t hear her anymore. The small boy threw his backpack on his bed and threw his jacket into his closet, not bothering to hang it up. Eddie pushed back the door of his closet, finding a reflection of himself staring back. He frowned a little, looking his small figure up and down disapprovingly. Eddie bit his lip, slowly pulling his shirt up and over his head. His eyes scoured every millimeter of his bare chest and back. He thought that maybe one day the universe would decide to give him a tattoo, a soulmate, but there was never anything.

Nothing. There was absolutely nothing on his body, and he hated it.

Why him? Why did he have to have no soulmate? It’s not fair.

Eddie angrily slammed the door shut completely, causing the mirror to fall off the door. It hit the wood floor of his bedroom and shattered into millions of tiny pieces.

“Oh God, oh fuck” He grumbled, going out into the hall closet to grab a broom and dustpan. He cleaned up what he could, which was most of it, praying his mother hadn’t heard anything. If she did, he’d be in the ER before he could even protest or explain what had happened. He went to pick up the last piece and as he stood up to put it in the trash, he clumsily dropped it. Eddie hissed at the sharp pain that went through his hand. A small gash started to bleed on his right knuckle, right under a circular, blotchy birthmark. He swore quietly to himself, going to the bathroom and easily disinfecting the cut. He put a small piece of gauze and a bandage on it, deciding that was alright for now.

Eddie grabbed his shirt and threw it over his head, heading down the stairs quickly. His mother sat in her usual spot in front of the TV. She glanced up and upon seeing her son, she tried to get up as quickly as a woman like her could. By the time she got up and ran out onto the porch, he was gone. Eddie was too fast. He was already outside and on his bike, half a block away. After years of evading her, he learned to get out of the house as quickly as possible.

He arrived at Bill’s about five minutes later, hopping off his bike and propping it up against the side of the house. Eddie strode up to the door and knocked, waiting patiently. Stan answered the door, looking disheveled. His hair was a mess. It was usually a mess, but not like this. His lips were a bit puffy and red.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Glad to know I’ll be the cockblock this evening.” He joked, walking inside the house and kicking off his shoes near Bill’s bedroom door.

Bill chuckled a bit, and Stan shot Eddie a look. Eddie smiled innocently, walking in and sitting down on a beanbag on the floor.

“Eddie!” Georgie yelled, nearly tackling the small boy off the beanbag in a hug. Bill’s little brother was the sweetest kid, and Eddie loved him. The whole Loser’s Club loved him.

“Hey, Georgie! How are you, buddy?” He asked, Georgie, sitting down next to him.

“I’m good! What about you?” Georgie asked brightly.

Eddie nodded. “I’m good,” he said casually.

Georgie looked at Bill and Stan across the room, both of them deep into a conversation about what movie to watch. He glanced at Eddie before giggling. “Billy and Stan think you like Richie.”

Eddie’s heart nearly stopped. Was it that obvious?

He raised an eyebrow, looking at the little boy. “Why do they think that?”

Georgie giggled again and whispered, “It’s a secret.” before running out of the room, still giggling.

Bill and Stan decided on Buffy the Vampire Slayer after about five solid minutes of arguing. They popped the VHS tape and started to watch. About halfway through, Eddie noticed that Bill kept sneaking glances at him. He turned his head and saw Bill looking at him once again. “Is something wrong?” He asked, reaching over and pausing the movie with the remote. Stan looked at Bill and nodded, clearly knowing something Eddie didn’t.

“We know you like Richie.” Stan deadpanned, and Bill smacked his arm.

Eddie frowned. “I do not like Trashmouth! Plus, even if I did, which I don’t, he has a soulmate. It wouldn’t work.”

Bill shook his head. “Y-You don’t know that, E-E-Eddie.”

Eddie stood up. “Yes, I do! I’ve had a crush on that damn boy for years! I know I have no soulmate, I know I have no chance, and I want to stop talking about him so I can get over him.”

Stan looked at Bill. “Told you he’d crack.”

Eddie sighed, sitting back down on the beanbag. He ran a hand through his hair, blowing out air through his nose slowly.

“Y-Y-Y-You should tell him,” Bill stated, glancing at Eddie, who immediately shook his head.

“There is no way in hell I am telling him. Nu uh, no.” Eddie said, shaking his head again.

Stan rolled his eyes. “Just tell him, Eddie! You never know.”

After ten minutes of debate, Eddie finally gave in. He walked into school the next day absolutely petrified. Bill and Stan had convinced him to confess his feelings to Richie and he said he’d do it today. But now that he was actually at school, he couldn’t do it. He found himself reaching for his invisible fanny pack for his inhaler until he realized he didn’t need it.

Eddie walked up to his locker, entering the combo and getting his books out. He felt an arm fall around his shoulder.

“Hey, Eds!” Richie said brightly, pinching his cheek. Eddie slapped his hand off and shoved his arm off of his frame. The smile slipped off Richie’s face, but he managed to keep a small one. “What’s wrong, Eddie Spaghetti?”

“Stop calling me that,” Eddie grumbled, shutting his locker and turning the combination lock to 0.

Richie followed behind Eddie as he walked off, watching as he strode into his English class without a goodbye, and Richie couldn’t understand why Eddie was so upset. He never intended to upset him, if he did, but half the time Richie didn’t even realize he upset anyone.

The rest of that day, Eddie tried his best to avoid Richie. He took different routes to his classes in the hallways, he ate in the library at lunch, and the only place he couldn’t avoid Richie in was gym class. The gym teacher was very adamant about changing into gym clothes and then changing back into the clothes you were wearing. Eddie hated it, especially today, but he did it anyway. He waited until no one was in the locker room, or he thought no one was in the locker room to change back into his normal clothing. He avoided Richie during their class-wide game of soccer and he thought he was home free; he wasn’t.

The locker room door slammed shut and momentarily, Eddie panicked, thinking it was the Bower’s gang. But he panicked even more with the realization that Richie had shut the door.

“Richie, please-”

“No, Eds! I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what I did.” Richie said sternly as if he was scolding him.

“You didn’t do anything, Richie, let me leave, please.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

Eddie shook his head, trying to get past Richie. He repeated his question but Eddie still shook his head.

Richie was getting annoyed. “If it’s not me, then what the fuck was it? Did Henry do something? Did your mom do something? Other than me last night, of course.”

Eddie tried to get past Richie again and he got pushed back.

Eddie groaned in annoyance. “I can’t tell you,” he mumbled, wringing his hands together in a vain attempt to calm himself down.

“Yes, you can.”

“No, I can’t!” Eddie argued, gripping his hands together tightly. His knuckles were turning white. “I can’t!”

Richie was getting mad too. “Yes, you fucking can!”

“Goddammit, I’m in love with you, Richie!” Eddie hissed, feeling his hands start to shake from anger and fear and everything in between. “I’m so in love with you, but guess what? You have a soulmate, I don’t, and I don’t need to intentionally break my own heart!” Eddie ran out past a shell-shocked Richie, knocking into him with his shoulder on the way out. Richie didn’t move a muscle. His eyes were watering and he tried to wipe the water away as quick as he could, but they soon became to be too many tears. Eddie was sobbing. His chest hurt in a way he could never describe. It felt like his heart had literally broken. His chest physically hurt as he collapsed on the pavement outside the school. He grabbed the light blue inhaler that was in his back pocket and took two puffs. His breathing was normal, but he knew he had to leave. Eddie got on his bike and rode home.

Eddie went inside the back door, trying to be as quiet as possible so he could sneak up to his room. He turned the corner and dashed up the stairs, closing his door and propping a chair up under the door handle. He didn’t wanna deal with his mother right now, or anytime at all for that matter. He fell back onto his bed, sighing. Eddie held his hand over his head, studying the cut he got from the broken mirror. It was healing properly and wasn’t infected.

After about thirty minutes of off and on crying, Eddie heard an inconsistent tapping on his window. He tried to ignore it but after five minutes of it, he had had enough. He opened the window with force, just to get hit in the cheek with a small pebble. Eddie narrowed his eyes at Richie, who said “sorry” and put down the few rocks he had in his hand. “Listen, Eds-”

“Leave me alone, Richie. I don’t want your sympathy, I don’t want your pity, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.”

“Just hear me ou-”

“No! I will not hear you out! You’ll climb up here, say you’re sorry and that you don’t feel the same way and that you want to stay friends. I won’t do that. I won’t. Leave me the fuck alone.” Eddie stated, slamming his window shut and drawing the navy blue curtains. The tapping stopped, and he hoped Richie walked away. He laid back down on his bed, glancing over at the wall beside him. Polaroids of him and Richie scattered the wall, along with pictures of the rest of the Loser’s club from a campfire last summer.

“Richie, don’t be an idiot! You are going to burn yourself!” Eddie scolded, getting up to shove him backward away from the fire.

“I’m not an idiot, Eds, I’m a genius in disguise.” Richie retorted, plopping back down onto the grass beside Eddie.

Beverly had taken a picture at that moment and that was Eddie’s favorite polaroid he had tacked to his wall. To this day, Richie still insisted that he was “a genius in disguise.”

Then Eddie remembered what had happened. He felt his eyes water with tears and his vision blurred as he cried softly, eventually running out of energy and falling asleep, face streaked with tears.

Richie had taken a long way home, trying to clear his head. By the time he got back to his house, he had a plan.

But he needed help from the Losers.


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dating Bucky Barnes...
  • he’s definitely really hesitant around you at first because this is all so new to him and he doesn’t wanna fuck it up
  • he ends up pushing you away as a defence mechanism 
  • you’re not upset though, you understand and give him a little room
  • then one day it’s just you and him in the tower
  • so you decide to watch a movie (he let’s you pick)
  • so you go with Titanic because a) it’s a classic and b) he’d never seen it 
  • there’s subtle touches 
    • like his hand grazing yours in the popcorn bowl
    • or his side pressed against yours
    • he’ll definitely be paying more attention to you than the movie
  • that’s when he realises he’s in deep and you’re the only thing that matters to him 
  • he doesn’t even realise but he’s pulled you into his lap, crashing his lips onto yours

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His Warmth (M)

Word Count: 3532
Member: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Fluff & Smut
Warnings: Cum-play, Biting, Lots of cute bc I’m in love with Jimin

It’s been two months since your boyfriend went on tour and you haven’t been able to see him, so when you unexpectedly wake up to him in your bed you just can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself.

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BTS REACTION: you wanting to be intimate with them but you’re too shy.

Jin

Jin sat awkwardly at the end of the sofa, you at the other end. You both decided to watch movies, but you were acting weird. It wasn’t like you didn’t know each other. He was your boyfriend after all. He just wanted you to be closer, even if it was just a tad closer. he cleared his throat, trying to earn a response from you.

nothing

he frowned. 

“y/n?” he asked. You looked over, meeting his sweet eyes.

“You’re a little far…” he said. You immediately became shy, cheeks turning a beat red color. 

“I-i..” you stuttered. A concerned look grew onto his face, and he pushed some of your hair out of your face, bringing you a little closer to him. Despite what you thought, his touch was comforting.

“You what jagi..” he whispered.

“Well.. you’re my first real relationship.. so I don’t.. I’m awkward when it comes to this stuff.. I wanna be close to you.. I just don’t know how? If that makes sense? It doesn’t..” you rambled. A soft smile formed on his lips.

“it makes perfect sense.. we’ll take it slow.. okay?” he asked. You nodded slowly. He sat back, putting his arm on the top of the sofa. You sat close to him, laying your head on his chest, earning a smile from Jin. 

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Suga

Suga wasn’t the most affectionate person. Yes he kissed you, and held you’re hand. But that was about it. It was actually odd. But you didn’t mind because you weren’t used to being close to another person. You usually got irked by other people, which is probably why Yoongi liked you so much. He told you he was gonna drop by, but you didn’t know when that was gonna be. He was in the studio, and when it came to nights like that, you usually didn’t hear from him. You left a key for him under the mat, and began drifting off to sleep when you heard your door open. You looked up and saw a very sleepy yoongi at about 3 am.”

“baby?” you whispered. No response. He walked over to your bed, almost zombie like.

“yoongi..” you said. He laid in bed, pulling you close to him, and laying on your chest. He cuddled you, so he was close you. You tensed up, but eventually relaxed and got into the motions, running your fingers through his hair.

“i’ve had a long day..” he whispered.

“tell me about it..” you said. He began filling you in, making it an almost perfect night. While you grew comfortable, he felt content, because he knew he had broken through your hard exterior some how.

Originally posted by kpoop

J Hope

He was always confused. Every time he tried pulling you close, or kissing you when you two were in his room, you would shy away. You could tell he was confused, and decided to finally tell him how you felt. A confused look grew onto his face.

“That’s all? Jagiiiii” he teased. You groaned, swatting him away. He pulled you clsoe to him, kissing your face.

“That is absolutely pure and innocent I love it.. but you need to be comfortable with me.. I’m not going anywhere” he said. A smile grew onto your face.

“okay okay..” you said.

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Rap Monster

He loved every part of you. He literally would love to just softly stroke your hand, or softly touch your cheek, just to simply see your cheeks flush. You were a piece of art that he loved to admire. But you never liked to be intimate with him, which was insanely concerning. One night, you bother sat in the studio and he sighed, sitting back. He felt flustered and confused. You could see him getting frustrated. He was tired, and overworked. 

“baby?” you whispered. 

“hmm” he replied, rubbing his templed.

“are you okay?” you asked.

“no.. baby i’m not” he said.

“can I help with anything?” you asked. 

“Can you just come sit on my lap please.. I just wanna hold you..” he said, looking over at you. Your cheeks lit up.

“i-i.. I meant like a water or something..” you stuttered. He sighed, looking at his computer. 

“Right.. I’m fine.” he mumbled. You immediately felt bad.

“joon…” you whispered, walking over to him. 

“no y/n it’s fine..” he mumbled. 

“i’m.. just not as experienced or anything.. you know you’re my first serious relationship.. I’m not used to doing things like that..” you whispered. You knew at time you were absolutely ridiculous and distant from him. He had every right to be upset. But guilt struck him. He had completely forgotten about that. 

“it’s okay baby..” he whispered, softly kissing your hand. You shyly made your way around him, sitting on his lap. All the tension in his body seemed to evaporate. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing his head to your chest, and softly made circles in his hair. 

“i’m just tired..” he whispered.

“I know..”

Originally posted by jjeonguk

Jimin

Jimin planned a whole candle lit picnic to celebrate your month of being together. It was the sweetest gesture that anyone could’ve possibly done for you. After dinner, you sat across from him feeling fully of glee. 

“Thank you for everything Jimin..” you said. He smiled at you. 

“anything for you.. can I have a kiss?” he asked. Your cheeks immediately heated up. You were still insanely shy with Jimin, simply because he was well….

Jimin

“y/n?” he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“I.. um..” you stuttered and he gave you a small smile.

“I just.. Jimin you’re so.. yoouuuuuuu. You make me nervous..” you groaned, causing him to chuckle. 

“stop.. I’m normal.. you know me.. you don’t have to be shy with me” he said. You smiled softly, moving closer to him. 

“I don’t?” you asked. He shook his head, bringing his face closer to yours.

“nope.” he whispered. You closed the space between the two of you, by placing your plump lips against his. 

Originally posted by jiyoongis

V/Taehyung

Thunder roared from outside your window. You jumped slightly, causing your boyfriend concern. 

“jagiyaa? you okay?” he asked. You nodded, immediately lying to your boyfriend. You knew if you said you were scared, he would wanna cuddle you which terrified you. You wanted to cuddle with him, but you were genuinely scared to simply because of how inexperienced you were. 

“you’re lying” he said. You ran your fingers through your hair uncomfortably. 

“jagi come here.” he cooed, immediately pulling you close to him. You seemed o relax, causing him to smile. 

“see..” he said, kissing your temple. 

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Jungkook

Jungkook was shy, everyone knew that. But the only exception was you. He was the one to always initiate kisses with you, and cuddles. You were always insanely shy around him. 

“why are you so shy around me?” he asked out of the blue. Your cheeks heated up, and you took a deep breath.

“my ex wasn’t so kind to my kookie.. He was always harsh and cold to me.. so I just assumed everyone was like that… I’m experienced in a way honestly..” you whispered. Kookie’s jaw dropped and he pulled you to him.

“i would never do that to you.” he cooed

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