I Ship It

Y'all wanted more Barry x Reader fluff + them being cute in front of the league. I AM HERE TO DELIVER


“it’s fine, it’s okay!” You assured him with a sincere smile. Your hand soflty run through his short hair as you felt him groan at the sensation, letting his whole body go.

“No it’s not okay, you shouldn’t be here. It’s dangerous!” Barry whispered, his dark brown eyes staring into yours with desperation.

“It’s not okay being at Bruce Wayne’s Manor?”

“Plus, if this others walk in here and see us…”

His eyelids itched him with sleep, but the though of being into another awkward situation just like the last one kept him awake.

“Aw come on Barry, were just cuddling. Bruce said to get comfortable.”

In that, you were right. Bruce did say to get comfortable while he was out to collect the other members and as he also said, his sons.

Was this a bad time for Barry to be kinda jealous? Bruce’s older, adopted, son was his age and a walking god. His anxious mind could only think of a thousand scenarios in where you dumped him to pursue Gotham’s golden boy. Also was this a good time to remind himself he was an acrobat?

“Barry why are you sweating, baby? Your worried voice lingered in his brain as he nervously searched for an answer. He knew well that he was going to be vomiting words in any second, unable to even hide his true feelings away from you.

"You’re never going to chose someone over me right? I- I mean, I know I’m kinda… weird and I move too fast or too slow, I’m not even the most handsome person ever and maybe a bit of a nerd and I k-know I don’t deserve you. But don’t leave me.”

There it was! Of course he would do this to himself. Of course he couldn’t just say ‘baby, I’m good, it’s just hot in here’.

“Barry…” He’d never hear that tone from you. Great, for once again he had fucked up his whole life. Way to go Barry. “What even made you think I would do that?”

“No, I’m.. look, have you seen Bruce’s son?”

“What? Are we having this conversation right now?” You asked him, your eyes staring deeply into his. It never took long for you to read him and now Barry was desperate and nervous. How could you even start a fight when he stared back at you like a child who lost his mother at the Supermarket.

The only thing you opted to do was wrap your arms around him, pulling him tight. You planted a kiss to his neck, to his jaw and even on his chin.

“You’re worried about a lot of stuff, Barry. You don’t need to be worried about me leaving you.” Barry nodded at that. This was one of the times he wondered what he had done to deserve someone as good as you. Did he really deserve to feel your lips leaving peck in his, and your nose against his?

“Yup! I want my money this time!”

Both your heads snapped mechanically to the source of voice. Victor stood there, with the biggest and most victorious face on Earth while the other members looked at him with disappointment.

“Yas! I told you Arthur! They werent going to have sex on Bruce’s couch!” At this you shrieked

“Wait what?”

“I fucking bet two hundred dollars on you fucking in that couch! And the whole league lost!”

Barry looked at Arthur with wide eyes, unable to process any thing that was actually happening at the moment. All members looked at him apologetically, and even Superman had guilt all over his face.

“I bet you two hundred more that if we were a bit more late we’d catch them naked again!” Arthur laughed the situation off as his head turn to look between you and Barry. You were still straddling Barry’s lap, and Barry’s hands were a bit too low on your back and to be honest Barry’s hair didn’t look that neat either. Great! Now they’re just going to keep making bets about the two of you.

“Arthur, please!”

“I ship it though!”

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BTS Reactions - They get distracted by you during a work out

Warning - Contains mature content

You smile over at your boyfriend as you step onto the treadmill, switching it on as you smooth your hair back again. You hear him step onto the one beside you, but he doesn’t start it. You ignore him as he does whatever he’s doing, just focussing on building up your speed. After a few minutes, you feel his gaze on you and slow to a halt, panting as you turn to look at him. He thinks you don’t notice his eyes on your chest before they dart up to your eyes, but you do. You just wait for him to speak instead.

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A Wolf and a Snake ~Sweet Pea Imagine~

Summary: You’re in an all girl gang who is starting to take over South Side High. When your gang is called to make an alliance with the South Side Serpents, a certain Serpent catches your eye.

Author’s Note: Taking a small break of writing about a shy Northside girl for a bit. 

Originally posted by howtoamuseacoolperson

You and your group of friends walking into one side of school You all passed through the metal detectors and went to your lockers. You put your things into the small storage space before closing the door. You leaned back as you watched people stare at you. 

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” You say annoyed.

You were in a gang called the Luna Wolves. Your gang was starting to become scary as you and your group would harm any boy who hit his girlfriend or was strictly abusive to her. 

You walked to class where you spotted a seat that you normally sit in was taken. You walked over to the guy in your seat and dropped your things on the desk.

“Move it or loose it,” You tell him.

“If I don’t?” He challenged. 

“Then you learn the hard way,” You tell him.

“Oh yeah?” The guy questioned you. You had enough of dealing with the guy’s bullshit. You grabbed him from his shirt before yanking him out of the seat. You took the seat, prompt your legs up and threw his bag onto the floor beside him.

“Don’t fuck with me next time,” You say strictly. 

As soon as you went to the Quarry, where you and some of your friends planned to hang out, there were the gang the Southside Serpents. Well at least some of them.

“You guys mind if we hang here?” You ask them. One of them, who you thought was pretty cute, smirked before walking over to you and our girls.

“The Luna Wolves. You don’t want to kick us out?” He asked.

“You Serpents haven’t done anything to us… yet,” You said.

“The name’s Sweet Pea,” He said. 

“Y/N. Now, tell me Sweet Pea, what are you and your boys doing at the Quarry?” You asked.

“Just wanted to have some fun. What about you ad your girls?” He asked.

“Needed a place to relax,” You smile. 

You both ended up talking to what felt like forever. You both sat on the ground as you chatted. It went from talking about your gangs to your bikes to your interests.

“You’re not that bad wolf,” He tells you.

“I could say the same thing snake,” You smile.

When your gang was called due to an alliance meeting at the Whyte Wrm, you were happy to see Sweet Pea there. You walked over to the bar and leaned against it. 

“What’s a girl gotta do to get a drink here?” You tell him. He looked over at you and grinned. 

“You drink?” He asked you.

“Lightly. Our members had an abusive boyfriend who over drank a lot,” You tell him. 

“Here you go then,” He said handing you a beer. You took a sip before looking around. 

“So is this where you normally hang out when you’re not at the Quarry?” You question.

“I hang out here more than the Quarry.”

“I see.”

“So, tell me Sweet Pea, you know how to play?” You ask mentioning the pool table.

“Of course. You?” Sweet Pea asked. 

“I might need a lesson,” You winked.

“Come on then,” You both walked over to the pool table and he got the sticks you helped set up the balls before he handed you the stick. 

“You ready to learn?” He asked.


“I’ll start off first,” Sweet Pea tells you before hitting the white ball. Once he hit it, and the balls all scattered around, Sweet Pea put his stick down and walked over to you. 

“So you want to hold it like this, and you might want to bend over a little to get a better hit,” Sweet Pea tells you. He held you with the formation and you looked over at him.

“Like this?” You say.

“Yup. Now hit the white ball and whatever ball gets into the hole, you want to hit all those balls into the holes,” Sweet Pea tells you. He helped you hit the ball and you smile.

After playing, you were on the verge of winning before you gang leader along with one of the Serpent leaders walked over to the middle.

“Attention Serpents and Wolves. We have come to an agreement to joining alliances of our two gangs. The Wolves will be honorary members of the Serpents,” The Serpent leader said. 

“And Serpents have our respect. If they need a Wolf, we will help them,” Your leader tells you.

Everyone clapped and some cheered. You looked up at Sweet Pea who smiled down at you from his tall figure.

“Y/N, let’s go,” One of your friends called out. You nodded before hitting the last ball in making Sweet Pea in shock.

“I didn’t need help. Just and excuse for your arms to be around mine. Later, Sweet Pea,” You say before giving him a kiss on the cheek. Sweet Pea blushed a little causing Fangs to laugh.

“Dude, you like her,” Fangs teased.

“Oh shut up,” Sweet Pea glared at him.

Ever since your gangs had joined alliances, you had been seeing Sweet Pea more and more. You were at the Whyte Wrm with Sweet Pea with your arms around his waist and his was around yours. 

“So are you both like dating now?” Your best friend asked.

“No. We’re just huge flirts,” You tell her. You were a little disappointed at the fact that you weren’t dating. 

“You guys should just already date. We can see the sexual tension,” Fangs said. 

“Alright, I’m going out now,” You say, unwrapping your arms around Sweet Pea. You walked out, clearly annoyed.

“Y/N, wait up,” Sweet Pea tells you. You got on your bike but Sweet Pea

“What?” You asked him.

“Let’s take a drive in my bike to clear your mind,” He tells you.

“No,” You say blankly.

“Come on. It’s just to clear your head,” Sweet Pea said. 

“Fine,” You say getting off and getting on Sweet Pea’s motorcycle. 

Sweet Pea drove off to Sweetwater Rivers. You were still sitting on his bike while he leaned against it.

“What’s up? I know you’re mad at something,” Sweet Pea tells you.

“Why do you care?” You ask him.

“Because I care about you,” He tells you. You look up at him. You didn’t want to tell him that you wanted to be something more without looking desperate.

“I like you,” You tell him.

“You do?” Sweet Pea asked.

“Yes. And I kinda want to be something more,” You say, crossing your arms and looking away.

“Why didn’t you just say something?” Sweet Pea chuckled a little.

“Cause I don’t want to look desperate,” You say.

“Well, lucky for you, I like you too,” Sweet Pea tells you.

“Are you going to do something about it?” You ask him, looking up at him.

“Yeah. Will you want to be my girlfriend?” Sweet Pea asks you. You smile at him before nodding. 

“Good, then I can do this,” Sweet Pea said before giving you a kiss. You kiss back, pulling him a little closer to him.

“God, I’ve been wanting to do that since you came to Southside High,” He tells you. 

“Well now, you can do that whenever you want,” You tell him.

I’m desperate

Desperate for you. Desperate for your touch, your attention and your words.

Fuck I crave your chapped lips on mine, your teeth nipping at my neck. I crave the way you used to grip my thigh with one hand and press me closer with the other. As if there was any space whatsoever to close in the first place.

I miss how important you made me feel when I was with you and I fucking hate how you never even bother to check in.

God please just let my hands get tangled in your messy thursday morning hair again. Please let them roam all over your body, memorizing every detail of it.

I want you to want me because this feels so one fucking sided. Your touch messes with my head and your poetic words fuck with my heart.

I miss how we bundled up on the bus. How you let me sleep on your shoulder cause I can never sleep in my own bed. I can never forget that stupid face you pulled when you asked for a kiss.

You stopped talking to me. Unless you’re drunk or high you never even seem to think of me.

Your gaze makes me so fucking uneasy but your hands on my hip, gripping me like there’s no tomorrow, comfort me in ways I can’t describe.

Stop fucking laughing cause I’m nervous too.

I want you. Your messy hair, your awkward laughs, your sarcastic words, gentle touch and your lips crashing against mine.

Im desperate for it. Desperate for you. For your attention.

For your love.

I’m desperate desperate desperate desperate desperate desperate desperate.

- In the mind of a very confused and frustrated college Eddie Kaspbrak-



Forgive me. I feel it again… The pull to the light… Supreme Leader senses it. Show me again… The power of the darkness… And I’ll let nothing stand in our way… Show me… Grandfather… and I will finish… what you started.

Kylo Ren, from that movie JJ Abrams is responsible for

“I’m being torn apart. I want to be free of this pain. I know what I have to do but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it. Will you help me?”

- Kylo Ren, also from that movie JJ Abrams is responsible for

“You’re so lonely… So afraid to leave… At night, desperate to sleep… You imagine an ocean… I see it… I see the island… And Han Solo… You feel like he’s the father you never had. He would have disappointed you.”

- Kylo Ren, still from that movie JJ Abrams is responsible for

skidzz  asked:

how 'bout that pregnant!Riza AU you kept talking about? ;)

Oh gosh I’ve talked about so many… ;; How about this one? In which Roy has gone missing~

She knew it was only a matter of time before the sickness started, but never had Riza imagined how violently it would come about. Another bout burned the back of her throat and she clung to the bowl and retched until whatever was there came up.

Her hair was pulled from her shoulders and out of her face, and she knew that Rebecca had finally caught up with her. She felt her best friend twist it up into a messy ponytail before her hands returned to her shoulders again.

“Ri,” Rebecca said as Riza tried desperately to catch her breath. “You need to get ahold of yourself. You’ve been working yourself to death trying to find him. We’re working on it, Ri. I promise–”

“It-it isn’t that,” Riza gasped. Her stomach lurched again and she tightened her hold on the toilet bowl. “It’s… it’s–” The wave that had started churning in her gut suddenly rose and she leaned forward again. Rebecca’s hands wandered to her back and began to rub small circles over it until the potent spell ebbed.

“Riza,” Rebecca said again in an effort to appeal to her. “You need to rest. Please…”

“It…” she began again as she freed one of her hands to press against her stomach. “It isn’t the work, Rebecca. I’m-” She could feel it undulating in her stomach again, the other sickness that had settled itself there the moment she discovered what had happened. It slowly began to rise and fall, cancelling out the nausea that had established dominance that morning. She dug her nails into the small bulge in her belly that she had kept so deftly hidden. The words burned the back of her tongue, but it needed to be said. It was something she couldn’t hide it anymore.

“I’m… pregnant, Rebecca.”

ellen-reincarnated1967  asked:

Jamie, I'm so sorry you were accosted by that sick anon request. The way you handled that and all the other's you've encountered makes me proud you call you friend. xoxo Andi

I’ve had worse and ignored it but it’s just… like we studied that massacre in depth a couple years back. Bowling for Columbine is a documentary I’ve watched over and over and over again

I know what those boys did. I know how planned out it was. I know how much it shook up that school, how much it affected everyone. I know it’s not something to be taken lightly.

That request wasn’t a legitimate request. It was someone trying to cause shit or upset me.

It did neither, it just made me feel sorry for that anon. Like, imagine being that desperate for attention that you’d even think to send that ask.

Hope they find peace and attention somewhere because they’re not gonna get any more from me


Hi friends!

Well this is embarrassing. We seemed so sure just a few days ago about the posting schedule for the next couple of months. However plans change and computers break and evil demons are released which your friends need to go slay and vanquish before they can record a crossover episode. These things happen. 

As such! We will be doing another Q&A episode in place of our crossover with They See Me Rollin! So if you have any questions which you desperately need an audio answer for, please send them our way! We will be accepting questions on all of our social media until Sunday 11/26. 

So go! Ask us anything and hear us answer with our own mouths! What are you doing still reading this?? ASK US SOMETHING.

Angsty Romantic Cliches I’m a Slut For 

  • Holding their partner’s unconscious/dead body
  • Sobbing into their partner’s shoulder/chest
  • One of them is hurt and the other falls asleep in their hospital room
  • The other losing their mind when their partner is hurt/killed and charging into battle recklessly
  • “I thought I lost you” hugs
  • “Don’t go where I can’t follow!” 
  • One is mind controlled and forced to fight the other
  • The other refusing to harm them and getting seriously injured as consequence 
  • The person coming to and seeing what they’ve done
  • I could go on about this trope alone for 5 hours
  • A last desperate “I love you!” 
  • A tearful, hard kiss before battle, bonus points if its a confessional kiss
  • “Please, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 
  • Bandaging each other’s wounds
  • Both of them injured, and waking up beside each other

Aries: Sometimes you just have to let things go. Let places and people disappear from your memory. Let people walk away from you, as much as it feels like their ripping part of you out with them. You don’t need them to function. You don’t need them to make the sun rise and set. You don’t need them to see that the stars still shine in the night sky. You only need yourself and a pair of eyes. 

Taurus: You aren’t stuck forever. I know it feels that way. But you are not trapped in this hell. You will get out. Even if you have to claw yourself out with bloody fingernails and bruised skin. But you WILL get out. You will pull through to things much bigger then this. Every new step is terrifying, but you will get there. You will make something of yourself.

Gemini: Stop opening the door for ghosts that you aren’t even sure you want in your life. You can’t revive them just to force them back into a tomb. Make up your mind if you want to be friends with the past, or bury it forever. Either way is totally fine, but every time you half dig up skeleton, you just leave everyone with old wounds. Open up all the old scars and leave fresh blood on the floor. There’s no right or wrong choice, but there is a choice you have to make.

Cancer: It won’t be this hard forever. You won’t need that vice for all of eternity. It’s okay to need a crutch every once in awhile. It’s okay to ask for help. It’s okay to be fucking desperate sometimes. You do not have to always be the strong one. Always be the brave one. Always be the fucking okay one. You can let yourself collapse under the weight of this world every once in awhile.

Leo:  Do not let them use you to bury their pain. You are not their whipping post. You are not their cemetery.  They can not use you when it is convenient for them to hide secrets and agony. You don’t owe them shit. They can not hold you down and force feed you every painful moment they can’t handle.  You are much better then everything their putting you through. 

Virgo : The future is never quite certain. It’s always a little bit terrifying. Always a little bit anxiety causing. You’re making the right steps. Stop doubting your footing. You’ve gotten through the worst of the storm. Time to celebrate, and move forward. Always keep moving forward. Always keep going on even when it feels like terror is around every corner.

Libra:  Set backs are temporary. Pain is temporary. Even baby steps are huge accomplishments. I know it feels like shit right now. Know it feels like the world is ending. But sweetie, you’ve survived the apocalypse before. You can do it again. And again. And then again. As many times as it takes. You are going to get through this rough patch too. Just like all the other times.

Scorpio:  Self hatred and self destruction will never get you where you need to go. You can’t run on spite forever. Eventually the candle of self anguish will burn itself out. You have to start healing. Have to start saying all of the hardest things in life, even though it hurts. Even though it makes you cry. Even if sometimes it feels like you’re going to die. Recovery is hard but dying is harder.

Sagittarius: If they don’t need you, you are so much better then them. The way they see you is not how you are. It is not your fault if they can’t figure out your worth. You don’t need them to thrive. Even if no one sees your beauty, you are still gorgeous. Still shining as bright as the stars. You don’t need anyone to recognize that. You don’t need them admit you shine to be brighter then all of them. 

Capricorn: Your past doesn’t define you, but it did make you who you are. You don’t have to live in it, but at least fucking acknowledge what happened. What brought you here. What gave you those scars, and what gave you those laugh lines. You can acknowledge your past and who you use to be, without becoming that person all over again. You are better then that now.

Aquarius: Coming home is not a defeat. You did something most people only dream of. Sometimes all you can do is grab on to plan B and make it work. Doesn’t mean that you are a failure because plan A failed. You tried your absolute hardest. You still won. So come back. Enjoy the sanctuary while we have it.

Pisces: If you’re going to cut people out, you can’t just be uncommitted. You can’t decide one minute you’re done only to open up the door the next. Make up your mind and stick to it. Bar the doors. Throw out the vodka. Turn off your phone. Wait this out. Take however long you need to break their spell over you.

—  This Weeks Horoscope
something is coming... (out)

So guys, I just want to share my take on the interview below. I’m intrigued by the whole thing. Here goes:

The interviewer asks Camila about changing the album title, and she replies with the following:

“I’m not ready to talk about why yet, but I will. I just always want my fans to be the first to know about those kind of things. So I’m gonna write like a letter, and stuff. But it’s complicated, but it’s gonna be great”

My mind went straight to Camila’s Facebook live, where she’s asked for her advice in regards to an LGBT relationship where the other half isn’t ready “to come out”.  This whole snippet is full of hints, and it all sounds very personal to Camila. One would say she’s speaking from experience. However, what caught my attention was: “I think that she’ll be ready to do that, when she’s ready to do that”


Connecting the dots back to the Interview with Energy, the last time fans got a ‘letter’ was to announce her departure from the group. Now correct me if i’m wrong, but that was a pretty huge deal right? So Camila isn’t going to start writing letters, if there isn’t anything important she didn’t want to address. During the interview, the guy implied to C if she was at ‘The Loving’ stage of her album. Here are her replies:

“So desperate for love, and you know, be with somebody

“I thought that being with somebody could make me happy”

“I always have a crush on somebody

“Man, I wish that I could be with somebody

“If it’s meant to be with somebody, it will happen”

These neutral pronouns in what seems like every single interview, are starting to formulate something. It happened in the Capital FM interview the other week, and it’s happening again. I’m not sure wether this is intentional on her behalf, but something is happening.

In summary:

  • What is that important, it needs addressing in a letter?
  • What (other than sexuality) could be something she isn’t ready to talk about yet?
  • What is so complex, it needs to be explained to fans?
  • What exactly are “those kinds of things”?
  • Why has the album been pushed back to January in the first place?

I think something is going to come out very soon. All we can do as fans, is show C plenty of love and support, regardless of what’s to come. Until she shares the letter, all we can do is speculate. 

And as my lovely Nana Pat would say, “everything comes out in the wash

Enjoy x

Mine (M)

Prompt: 💕 + Jungkook + “You have no idea what the fuck I’m capable of, babygirl.”

Pairing: Mafia boss! Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: bondage, slapping, killing (a little blood), Sir kink, humiliation, Dom! Jungkook, degrading names, begging, orgasm denial

Notes: For my (very late, i’m sorry) 3k present <3 I hope it’s good enough. 2.2k Words

Originally posted by jeonbase

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i know i already said this but why. are y'all with your “Taylor follows. Taylor liked 20x, reblogged 10x. Reputation secret session.” bios out here self reblogging on to my dash and tagging Taylor like you desperately need the attention? you were just sitting on her floor less than a month ago listening to the album and sharing hugsies with her

Bruises On Another (part four)

Originally posted by maxmayfield

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader (it’ll make sense)

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently. 

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

I will NO LONGER be adding anyone to the Tag’s List!

Billy fed you drink after drink, shoving them into your face that you forgot how to think straight at some point. You lost yourself after drink five, forgetting who you were and what would happen the moment your father found out about any of this. Instead you drank whatever concoction Billy handed your way and tilted your head back so the drink burned right down your throat.

You’d never gotten drunk before, since you’d never really been allowed out. But the feeling was all that you’d heard it was and you didn’t, at the moment, regret your decisions. After a painfully awkward long car ride, Billy and you had arrived at Tina’s house where all you could see was teenagers everywhere. You’d hesitated stepping out of the car, not knowing what would happen the second you did. But then Billy had appeared on your side of the car, opened the door and led you through the front doors.

You were bombarded by sweaty teenagers dancing, drinking or making out with others. Some people acknowledged Billy’s presence the moment he’d walked in, and you’d been forced to socialize with others during the occasion. But soon enough Billy had brought you to the ‘punch’ table and started pouring you drink after drink, which is where it all began.

You accepted the now refilled cup of ‘pure fuel’ and brought it to your lips almost immediately, downing more than half of it in the first gulp. You were brought back to the real world then by the sound of Billy’s laughter and gazing up at him over the tip of your cup, you fought the blush that threatened to grow. “Didn’t peg you as a drinker, darlin’.”

You shrugged your shoulders; “never drank before.”

You missed the way he’s eyes widened in surprise and before you knew it, Billy was by your side. “Really?” He asked, looking down at you as he slyly slid his arm around your waist. You let him, leaning into the boy slightly to regain your balance. The whole world seemed fuzzy around you and honestly you didn’t even know if you were seeing straight. “Now that’s exciting.”

You mumbled something but over the slur of your words you’re sure Billy didn’t understand. For a moment it was silent as the two of you just stood there and suddenly a loud echoing noise gained your attention and leaning up slightly from the table, you noticed everyones eyes on a pair of people. You squinted slightly, the room spinning before you were able to focus in and found the same pair of brown eyes that haunted your mind. 

There in the middle of the crowd stood Steve and Nancy, who’s white shirt was dyed red from the ‘pure fuel’. Your eyes narrowed at the sight of them together and before you knew it, they were walking off in the direction of the bathroom. You chose to ignore your bitterness and the feeling of Billy laughing loudly beside you as you turned back to your cup and took a large slip. Suddenly drinking felt more like a habit and you felt your shoulders grow heavy with weight.

The sight of Steve with Nancy, for whatever reason that you couldn’t even explain yourself, sobered you up real quick. And with your sober thoughts now coming through, you realized the severity of your actions-

What was wrong with you?

What were you doing here-

with Billy?

Placing your hands against the table, you steadied yourself as your mind became fuzzy. Thoughts burned through your mind rapidly and you found yourself unable to think straight. The distant sound of Billy’s voice echoed in your mind but you couldn’t exactly make out what he was saying. You didn’t understand what you were doing or who you were trying to be.

Since when did you sneak out and get drunk?

The reality of everything was starting to set in and you realized there was no way you were going to get back home and into your bedroom without your father noticing. You felt yourself grow sick knowing what would happen the minute you came home, and knew that if worse came to worse your father would knock you out cold and you’d have a whole new selection of bruises to hide. 

That’s when you felt Billy nestle up beside you and his hands fall dangerously close to your butt. You flinched in surprise from the contact but it seemed Billy didn’t care this time and soon you found yourself flipped from the table and your back smacking against the wall behind you. You blinked, the sight of Billy before you spinning in your minds eye as his hands fell above your hips. You weren’t even sure what was happening before you felt his lips on your neck and his body pressed against yours.

“Billy,” you slurred, but he didn’t hear- or choose to hear.

Your hands flew to his shoulders where you tried to push him off but it made no difference. You were too drunk to even walk on your own, let alone push a boy two times your size off of you. You looked desperately around you for someones help but knew that none of it would matter considering they were all drunk beyond reason and probably thought you wanted this.

What was happening?

The world was spinning again- 

“Billy,” you called, your words coming out in a moan as he bit your neck. Panic filled within you as you felt yourself grow hot. And then before you knew it, Billy was slipping off the leather jacker he’d given you, leaving you bare in your white t-shirt. The fact that your bruises were clear as day didn’t register within in you and all you could think about was getting away from Billy.

It wasn’t until Billy gripped a bruise on your waist did life seem to snap back to you. You let out a loud yelp of pain as he pinched the sensitive skin, and the moment you felt Billy stop in surprise you pushed against his shoulders. He luckily, this time, stepped away and panting you held yourself. You didn’t meet his eyes knowing what you’d find and wanting to avoid them as much as possible. The moment you’d meet his eyes would be the moment you’d submit to him again. Billy scared you, just like your dad, but you didn’t- didn’t want to lose your virginity like this.

“What the hell?!” Billy spat.

Shaking your head, you stared at the ground before you. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your voice shaking. “I have to- I have to go.” You moved to step past him but Billy stepped before you abruptly. You closed your eyes in fear, tensing your body as you waited for the pain to start. But nothing ever happened, and finally you looked up at Billy; “bitch.” He spat, before stepping out of your way.

You paused for your moment, the pleasure of being drunk leaving you and you felt your heart rapidly beat against your chest. Biting your tongue, you sped through Tina’s house, moving through people narrowly before making your way outside. The cool air hit your bare arms and you were reminded of the vulnerability you found yourself in.

Staring at the street before you and the cars lined up, you sighed. You’d have to walk home-

“Fancy seeing you here.” You turned around at the voice, finding none other then Steve just before you. You paused in surprise, gazing up at him in wonder as he took another step forward. Snapping out of your stupor, you nodded shortly and let your eyes wander around the front yard again.

“Need a lift home?” Steve offered and again you found yourself surprised by him.

“Um- what?”

“A drive.” Steve clarified, warily stepping closer to you. His eyes almost seemed bloodshot and it looked as if he’d been crying or near tears. You felt your heart fall at the thought of him being upset, but shook your head- you barely knew the guy. “Do you need one home?”

You teetered over the options, unsure if you should take it. But considering your other option was walking home, alone, in the middle of the night and risk coming home later or accepting the drive, the option seemed clear. So, taking a deep breath you nodded and felt yourself grow warm when Steve smiled lightly. The smile didn’t meet his eyes and it almost looked forced, but nonetheless he smiled.

“Here.” He said, slipping off his jacket and extending it towards you. You hesitated for a moment, holding your arms close to yourself before accepting his generous offer and extending your own arm towards him. You seemed to have forgotten about the bruises littering your arm for a moment when Steve reached out and grabbed your wrist. “Hey,” he said, his eyes falling with concern. “Who- did Billy do this to you?”

“What?” You questioned, your eyes falling on your arm. Pulling it back from his grip, you hugged your arm to yourself and quickly slipped on his jacket, so Steve could no longer stare at them. “No- no, it’s fine. I’m fine.”


“It’s fine, okay?” You said, a bit harshly. You felt guilty about interrupting him, especially when he’d offered you a drive, but you couldn’t risk him finding out. If your father… you didn’t want to think about that. “I’m fine.”

Steve seemed hesitant but eventually he nodded and stepping forward, you followed him. ”This way.”

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Beg For It

Originally posted by nodenyingheisgolden

This is multiple requests in one. This is… dirty, to say the least. Love you all very much. Enjoy. xx - L

Harry sees what can make you feel better- toys or him.

Warnings: SMUT

Word Count: 1,381

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I wonder, what would it be like to be a normal person?

To have a big circle of friends.

To not read fanfics.

To not be utterly consumed from fandom upon fandom.

To not lie awake hours after finishing a fanfic because you’re still crying.

To not stay up all night reading fanfiction.

To not feel that desperation when you finish a pile of fanfics that you were binge reading and have nothing else to read.

To not see someone looking over your shoulder when you’re reading smut.

To not have to find increasingly more inventive ways to hide what you’re reading from you’re parents.

To not have all your usernames and passwords fandom related.

To not go broke from buying too much merchandise.

To not resort to illegal pirating to watch a episode of a TV show to keep up with your fandom.

To not feel that agony when you’ve read all the good fanfiction and have to go through the tags again and again, lowering you’re standards each time before you utterly exhausted the tag.

To not fail at school because you can’t pay attention.

To not suffer waiting for another season.

To not have your music and clothes and basically anything to be influenced by characters in your fandom.

To not find a community also obsessed with your fandom/ship and find a second family.

To not fly halfway across the world to meet an actor/author and subsequently go broke.

To be honest, beings normal person just seems rather… boring.