how to wear a dark lip

How to feel like a princess getting ready for a politically important ball

*Use a sugar scrub or make one with ¼ cup of sugar + ¼ cup of oil (like coconut or olive or avocado) + a splash of vanilla extract + a few drops of lavender EO—pat dry when you come out of the water so the oil will stay behind to nourish your skin

*Soak in a bath of honey, milk, and flower petals

*Brush out your lightly dried and detangled hair with a wooden comb that has been oiled with a hair oil (may I suggest camellia oil—it is a light oil that sinks in beautifully)

*If you have acne prone skin, wash your face after oiling your hair

*Remember, “presentation is manipulation”—this is a time for you to shine

*Listen to music that makes you feel powerful and confident—sing along to enhance the effect

*Wear a perfume that you love (vanilla is near universally pleasing if you care about how other people will respond to the scent)

*Dark lipstick is more intimidating—it will make people listen

*Natural lips suggest a friendly, easy-to-get-along-with personality

*If you wear heels, walk confidently

*If you wear flats, walk confidently

*Remember you own the space you exist in

*Wear colors that make you feel powerful—screw advice that would tell you that you can’t wear whatever color you want

*Don’t let others speak over you—your voice is worthy of being heard and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise

BTS in Bed (Based on Their Venus and Mars Signs) - Maknae Line

warning: mature content, longg detailed post ahead

Hyung Line version here.

Originally posted by delightfullyfree95

Jimin - Scorpio Venus Scorpio Mars

  • remember that dark side of his that i mentioned earlier?
  • inside that cute mochi is a real f r e a k
  • his scorpio venus AND mars are a lethal combo
  • scorpio mars exudes power 
  • the sexiest and most seductive in the entire zodiac
  • sex to them is more than the act
  • it holds a lot of significance and often rules their lives
  • definitely not one who’d be up for one night stands with a stranger
  • they not only want to merge with their partner physically, but also emotionally and spiritually
  • want to own their partner in every sense of the word
  • extremely prone to jealously and possessiveness
  • during the act, he drips raw passion and intensity
  • dom!!!
  • and a rough one at that
  • remember how bts says he’s the scariest when he’s mad?
  • that explosive scorpio mars is not one to mess with
  • k i n k y
  • some of his many dark fantasies include:
  • bondage
  • body worship
  • daddy kink 
  • anal play
  • his partner wearing lingerie
  • just for him to rip it off (literally)
  • god didnt give him those lips for no reason
  • oral
  • libra is all about balance so he’d love 69 where he can work his magic while also getting some action
  • every guy loves blowjobs but he would especially because genitals are the erogenous zone for scorpio marses, making them especially sensitive
  • t e a s i n g
  • any dirty talk that has to do with possession
  • “who do you belong to?”
  • praise kink
  • is aroused by being wanted
  • hickies (that u cant hide)
  • he can bottom but he wont sub
  • power bottom
  • although his way of loving may be rough and powerful, he still cares deeply for his partner
  • and wouldn’t do anything that they’re uncomfortable with
  • his gentle libra sun emerges during aftercare when hes making sure they’re okay and praising them for being good
  • in conclusion, a real life sex god
  • (if u dont believe any of this i suggest u go check out his spotify playlist)

Originally posted by jiminimised

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‘’Why is she wearing my hoodie?’’

A/N: Here is just another fluff bomb for you all, hope you it! Please let me know what you think. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea that might be a win-win situation for both of you.. but what might that lead to? 

Warnings: Fluff overload

Word count: 3745

Originally posted by snowfox934

It all started out innocently enough, on a monday evening after a return home from a particularly difficult mission. Your feet brushed against the cold kitchen tiles, a shiver trailing through your body as you made your way to the fridge for a late night snack. You grabbed a plate of brownies, showing the fridge close with your elbow before making your way to the television room.

You were surprised to find it empty, smiling to yourself as you relished in the idea of being able to pick a movie for once as you planted yourself on the couch. You placed the plate on the sofa table, bringing a brownie to your mouth as you browsed through the selection available on Netflix until you found something of your liking. Another shiver trailed down your spine, your body being tired and drained of energy from the mission and you reached over to the blanket at and brought it over your legs. Your eyes landed on a grey hoodie, figuring it was Steve’s you contently threw it over your shoulders and enjoyed the warmth and smell of the large garment that covered your figure.

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Originally posted by donewithjeon

 Taehyung x Reader

soulmate au, angst, sort of historical au?

 5.1K words

If there was one thing you were certain of, it was that the purpose or your existence was to love Kim Taehyung, and his was to love you. Throughout countless lifetimes the two of you have longed for each other, but just like parallel lines, though your souls always seemed to be travelling in the same direction, it was impossible that they could ever meet and become one.

Author’s Note: This was inspired by the Fallen series which I read when I was like 12 lmao

You were no longer sure who, or where, you had been the very first time you laid your eyes on Kim Taehyung.

So many lifetimes blurred together into one, your existence was so scattered throughout time you had begun to lose track of it.  But in each life, no matter who you were, regardless of whether you lived a life of luxury or one of extreme poverty, he was always there. Your existences were irreversibly intertwined.

You didn’t know why. You didn’t know how. You had no clue if there were others in the world who lived through multiple existences, or if any of them remembered each individual life the way you did. In no life had you ever dared ask, for fear of sounding crazy or being whisked away to the closest asylum.

In some lives you were close to him. In a few, you even grew up as childhood friends. You remembered those lives more clearly than most. One in particular that you remembered with a shocking clarity was England in the 1600s. Your family lived on and ran a small farm out in a tiny rural village. It had been a tough life, getting up at the brink of dawn every morning and not returning from the fields until the sun finally dropped behind the earth, but the hard work paid off and there was always a sufficient amount of food. You could still feel the wonderful sensation of the cool, crisp early morning air against your skin, even now.

Taehyung’s family had owned a bakery and every morning, just as you set out to work the fields, his mother would send him round to deliver bread in exchange for milk.

Even from a young age, you’d felt the pull towards him, that feeling which was now so painfully familiar. He was like a magnet, he could only be resisted for so long before you had no choice but to give in.

For some reason, you’d thought in that life that perhaps things would be different, perhaps it wouldn’t end in the same fashion that all the others had. You were no longer sure what had caused you to think this, maybe getting to spend so long by his side had lured you into a false sense of safeness. You weren’t as foolish now as you had been then. You’d learnt the hard way that there were never any exceptions.

You still dreamt about that life sometimes. You dreamt about the way the long honey coloured strands of wheat matched his eyes and the sound of his laughter getting caught between trees in the nearby forest as you played together. But more vividly, you were haunted by the shy, gentle first touch of your lips to his, you were tormented by that fleeting moment of happiness that had existed just before everything crumbled away to dust.

In other lives, however, Kim Taehyung was painfully out of reach. One of you would be of a much higher status than the other, meaning any attraction you felt was forbidden. You could recall a few lives where you ended up being born into a wealthy family and Taehyung had been employed by your family in some way. He had once been a gardener, and another time a cook, and you were fairly sure he had also been a stable boy at some point. But you hated those lives the most. Any interaction with him was dialled down to a minimum and it made your chest ache awfully. Those lives were made of nothing but longing glances and sad smiles.

Kim Taehyung never seemed to remember you. Unlike you, he seemed blissfully unaware of the fact that he had lived hundreds of times before, and that you had been present in each and every one of those existences.

Needless to say, it was heartbreaking to look into the eyes of the man you’d loved for centuries and for him to have absolutely no clue who you were. But it was even more heartbreaking to watch as he fell hopelessly in love with you. The dreadful cycle was doomed to repeat over and over, possibly for eternity.

Because the two of you could never be together.

In every life, without fail, the first kiss with Kim Taehyung was also always the last. You’d spent so many days and nights in complete anguish, wondering why the two of you had been cursed with such a cruel fate.

Because after every first kiss with Kim Taehyung, your body would burst into flames.

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by reddit user alackofcoasters

As a teacher, I get to see and hear a lot of horror stories, maybe not the kind that you are used to. Kids being abused by teachers or parents, students who get hooked on hard drugs and lose scholarships, even teenagers getting raped in the classroom. Bad things happen to good kids. It breaks my heart. All in all, it’s all pretty horrific, some of the things they warn you about in school when you’re getting your teaching credential.

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BTS Reaction: Their S/O has a hickey and is wearing a choker to hide it

To the anon who requested this: I wasn’t quite sure what you wanted me to write about with the “choker” so I assumed you meant their s/o was wearing it to hide the hickey. :) 

Please enjoy everyone! 

Kim Seokjin:

“What’s this?” Jin tucked your hair behind your ears, getting a better look at your black choker. He hooked his finger around the fabric and pulled it down, revealing the love bites he gave to you last night. “Oh jagiya…” he mumbled, lips smirking. “Maybe I should give you a few more.”

Min Yoongi:

“Yoongi!” you gasped his name when you felt his hands wrap around your waist, his face nestling into your neck. 

“You know Y/n…” he whispered, kissing your jawline, sending small jolts of pleasure throughout your body. “That thin thing around your neck isn’t going to help hide anything.”

Jung Hoseok: 

“Why are you wearing that, jagi?” Hoseok asked when he saw you walk into the room wearing a thick, rosy pearl seeded choker. 

“Because of you, Hobi!” you pulled down the choker and he laughed once he saw the marks he left. He walked towards you, pulling you into a hug, hands running curiously over your body.

“Really?” he playfully whispered into your ear, your body warm from his touch. “I think I like how it looks on you, jagi.“

Kim Namjoon:

“You think that a choker is going to cover anything up?” Namjoon traced his finger slowly down your neck.

“M-maybe,” you let out a small moan, biting your lips. 

“Well it doesn’t matter anyway, baby girl,” he lightly gripped your jaw and brushed his lips against yours. “I’ll be making sure everyone can see how good you look all marked up, with or without that flimsy thing.” 

Park Jimin:

“Y/n!” he smiled when he saw you wearing the velvety dark blue choker he bought you the other day. “I knew that color would match you.” 

You nodded your head in agreement- you didn’t accessorize as much as Jimin but you had to admit, he was good at picking stuff out.

“Maybe I should let you kiss my neck more often so I’d have an excuse to buy more,” you joked, admiring how well it matched your skin tone. 

“Mmm jagi,” his contemplated your idea, eyes filled with curiosity. “…that’s not such a bad idea.”

Kim Taehyung:

“You look good, baby,” his fingers pulled your choker over your jaw, “Open,” he commanded. 

You did as he asked, and as parted your mouth, he placed the choker between your lips, slightly gagging you.

  “Too bad it won’t be thick enough to cover up all of them,” he breathed against your neck placing devilish kisses against your burning skin. 

Jeon Jungkook:

“Sorry y/n,” Jungkook apologized when he saw you wearing the choker, trying to cover the hickeys up. 

“That’s okay, babe,” you replied, taking a sip of water, a droplet running down the corner of your lips and slowly down your neck, framed beautifully with the choker.

“Jagiya,” he spoke, tongue running over his lips. “On second thought,” he pulled you down onto his lap and began kissing you softly. ‘I think this thing suits your beautiful neck just perfectly.”

*whispers* I heard people like non-binary Tony. Have some fifteen-year-old non-binary Tony Stark trying to figure things out with bonus Supportive Rhodey.

Jim walked into his dorm and raised an eyebrow as Tony yelped and threw himself across the room, face-first into his pillow. But he’d seen stranger things. He went over to his desk and deposited his bag, then turned back to him. “Hey, how do you feel about—Uh.” He frowned, because Tony hadn’t turned to face him, then reached out to touch his shoulder. “Are you okay, Tones?”

“Mphh fmm mmm.”

“When have I ever laughed at you?” Jim asked, offended, and then paused to think about it. “…When it mattered, anyway.”

Tony kept his face buried in his pillow for a long moment before he slowly sat up, keeping his head dipped low. “You have to promise.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “Okay, yeah, whatever. I promise.”

Tony curled his hands into fists before he lifted his head, chin jutting out defiantly.

Jim stared at him for a long moment before saying, “Okay, I literally can’t see what it is I’m even supposed to be laughing at.”

“Wh-?!” Tony waved at his face. “This.

Jim sighed and crossed his arms. “I’ve never laughed at your face. Even that time when you walked around after falling asleep on a newspaper.”

“I’m wearing makeup, you idiot!” Tony finally burst out, then blushed, mortified.

Jim squinted at him skeptically. “…I guess I can see it. Oh! Okay, yeah, yeah, mascara. It’s just that your lashes are so full and dark already I didn’t notice.”

“…You think I have full, dark lashes?” Tony asked after a minute.

Jim scowled at him. “Of course you do, you dummy. Most guys do. Do you know how often I have to listen to my sister bitch about how my eyelashes are prettier than hers?”

“Whaaat do you think she’d teach me how to use lip liner?”

Jim stared at Tony for a long moment, and just as the younger boy began to shrink awkwardly, he said, “What the fuck is lip liner.”

“I hope you appreciate the things I do for you,” Jim said, applying eyeliner and cursing quietly when the line came out shaky.

“It’s fine, you’re fine,” Jeanette cut in, picking through her eye shadows and frowning. “It takes practice. Ugh. Tony. Why are you like this.”

Tony turned toward her from putting on concealer, frowning, looking so, so scared and trying not to. “What do you mean?”

White,” she complained, and Jim felt his shoulders relax unconsciously. “None of my shades will work on you. Oh! Maybe this blue-? Oh no wait—ugh. Disgusting. I hate you.”

“What about this blue?” Tony asked hopefully, pointing at a paler shade.

Jeanette pursed her lips, nose wrinkling a little with how hard she was thinking, before she finally agreed, “Yeah, alright. Oh honey, no. You put on eyeliner and eye shadow before mascara. It’s easier to do liner with nude lashes and if you have eye shadow particles on your lashes they’ll get covered by the mascara and also give you more oomph.”

“Oh,” Tony said, looking genuinely surprised.

Jim sighed, scowling at his eyeliner again. Tony’s eyeliner was straight.

“Poetry sucks do you wanna go get—Oh,” Jim breathed, just barely remembering to close the door behind him. “Oh, well… This is new.”

Tony looked miserable, which was a shame, because the yellow sundress he was wearing looked quite becoming. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no, it’s just—I was surprised!” Jim hurried to say, reaching out to give his shoulders a comforting squeeze. “It’s—actually you’re hella cute what the fuck.”

“Really?” Tony asked hopefully.

“Yeah,” Jim answered immediately, taking a step back to take in the whole picture again. “Like a—like a daisy. Aw, Tony, you didn’t have to hide this from me.”

Tony blushed, fidgeting, and looked down at his feet. “…You got your sister to teach me how to put on makeup properly. I didn’t want to—impose anymore.”

“So you decided not to let me see you lookin’ cute in a sundress, yeah, that makes sense,” Jim drawled, then frowned, leaning down so that Tony had to look at him. “Hey, is this—do you feel like you should be a girl? What is that thing, um—”

“No,” Tony answered quickly, embarrassed. “But, um. It’s just. Sometimes I don’t feel like a boy. But sometimes I don’t feel like a girl. I’m—I’m not explaining this right,” he whispered, shoulders hunching with shame.

Jim patted at his shoulders. “No, hey, that makes perfect—okay it doesn’t make perfect sense to me. But you know, I probably—won’t ever understand completely. Because I don’t feel the same way. But that doesn’t make you any less of my friend,” he added firmly. “So if—if you want to wear a dress sometimes, that’s fine. I’ll support you.” Because his family sure wouldn’t, Jim thought grimly.

Tony smiled at him shyly, turning his gaze back on his feet. “Thanks, Rhodey.”

Tony asked him to come dress shopping with him. Jim wanted to be supportive.

“You can’t fucking wear that Tony it doesn’t go with your skin tone!”

He was the worst kind of supportive.

BTS Reaction - You Wearing Something Revealing Around the Other Members

Kim Seokjin

His jaw would immediately drop to the floor as soon as you entered the room, quickly before realising the other members were eyeing you, he’d take you into a corner and gently whisper in your ear:

“As undeniably beautiful and fuckable you look right now, I can’t have the other guys gawking at my princess like she’s a piece of meat. Go put a hoodie on, jagi.”

Originally posted by jjilljj

Kim Namjoon

When you walk in, his neck immediately snaps towards your direction and his eyes turn dark with lust as he licks his lips. He’d bound out of his chair and drag you into another room, slamming the door behind you two. He’d aggressively yet effortlessly throw you against the wall and cage you in between his arms. After a good 10 minutes of making out, he’d say breathlessly:

“How dare you wear such a provocative dress around the others. Daddy’s going to have to punish you tonight.”

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Min Yoongi

When you sit down beside him with the whole group, he’d lock his arms around you and death glare at any of the boys that even dared to glance in your direction. As he plants a million kisses on your neck, he’d bury his head in your hair and mumble into your ear:

“Why do you have to be so fucking gorgeous all the time? All the boys are staring and it’s driving me insane. Can we go cuddle, away from the others?”

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Jung Hoseok

He’d beam the brightest smile as soon as you walk through the door, admiring how the dress hugged your curves and made your ass pop. When you go up to him, he’d pull you into a passionate kiss, not caring if the other members are watching. 

“Can we go out? I want to show you off to everybody, baby. You’re so stunning.”

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Park Jimin

He’d sprint up to you, trap you in a heated kiss, gripping onto your ass. As his hands travelled up your dress and into your panties, Namjoon would clear his throat, reminding him that you two were in the same room as the members. He would throw his head back and sigh before turning around and signalling you with his arms, saying:

“Look at how gorgeous she is! I couldn’t help myself.”

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Kim Taehyung

He’d instantly usher you over to sit in his lap, holding you by the waist he’d grind against you, pushing his boner against your ass and cupping your breasts, showing off to all the other members that you belong to him. He’d pull your hair, jerking your head back and in between him playfully biting on your ear, he’d say seductively in a deep tone:

“You are so fucking sexy, Y/N. I feel bad for the others, they’re not getting you or any sleep tonight.” 

Originally posted by taedamn

Jeon Jungkook

Like Namjoon, he’d be extremely aggressive. He’d yank you by your wrist and take you into his bedroom, pushing you onto his bed and hovering over you. As he’s forcing his tongue down your throat and pulling your panties down to your ankles, he’d look deeply into your eyes and say:

“Being that sexy should be a fucking crime and you’re getting punished.” 

Originally posted by purelyjimin

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Ardor – four.

❝  After your art professor notices your ardor towards nudeness in arts, he sends you to apprentice under his old friend, the Korean painter Byun Baekhyun who’s infamous for his erotic pieces and cocky demeanor. Rumors surrounded Baekhyun at any second and women who had been with him described him as “an unforgiving lover of bodies”. What happens when you find him taking a liking to you–and your body? ❞

Reader x Painter!Baekhyun

!Small mentions of sensual themes.

one. two. three. five.

Your skin had been burning since that day; itching, haunting you with the remains of his touches, kisses, juices. You showered yourself with burning hot water every night, every morning, letting the tears of frustration out to join the water down the drain. You hadn’t been at his house for a week now and your body still felt hot from last night’s shower as you woke up this Friday morning. You debated showering again, but the heat emitting from your limbs, the tightness of your massively dried-out skin begged you not to.

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truly, madly, deeply - reddie

pairings : pastel!eddie kaspbrak x punk!richie tozier

words : 1.2K

 warnings : none


thanks for you request anon! This was super cute to write but I don’t think I did the request justice :’) if you don’t like it give me a yell and i’ll try something else! I have another punk richie x pastel eddie requesting coming though so hopefully it’ll be better! But do tell me what ya’ll think ! 

Eddie played with the taller boy’s hair as they sat in the grass of the quarry. Richie’s head was placed in Eddie’s lap, dark brown curls cascade across Eddie’s white denim overalls as he threads his fingers though the strands. Richie’s eyes were closed enjoying the feeling of Eddie’s fingers lightly massaging his head. He could hear the rest of the Loser’s faintly playing in the water, their loud laughter echoing the hills around them. The sun hung low in sky, casting a light pink glow over the pair. Eddie hummed under his breath as he admires the boy cladded in black from head to toe, he lays quiet and relaxed in the grasp of his lover. Eddie trails his eyes down Richie’s face, the boy still wearing this thick prescription glasses that covered the thin layer of freckles which scattered across the bridge of his nose. A brand-new ring laid within the skin of Richie’s pink lips. He’d since replaced the brightly coloured Hawaiian shirts for dark red flannels and the graphic tees for some loud grunge band t-shirts that Eddie had never heard of. Black ripped skinny jeans seemed like a new skin to Richie, Eddie hardly ever saw him without them, not that he cared. He quiet liked how they outlined the boy’s thighs.

A small smile made its way onto Eddie lips as he glanced over Richie’s arm, the word LoSVer very permanently laid upon the boy’s skin. Richie had somehow convinced Eddie to come with him when he got his very first tattoo at the age of fourteen, claiming he got it to make Eddie feel better about his cast. But four years later, the boy was covered head to toe with shitty ink from random artists he found around their town of Derry and every time since, Eddie would be there to hold Richie’s hand. Through the piercings and the ink, the small fragile boy would cringe and tell his boyfriend that he would never come again but a week later Eddie always found himself clutching Richie’s hand as he watched the new needle pierce his skin.

Things had changed for the boys since they were thirteen, after they defeated the evil clown and everything slowly went back to normal. Or as normal as it could. Eddie embraced his love for the colour pink, wearing soft, neat fabrics and his trademark shorts that drove Richie wild. Bev had told Eddie she was quite glad that someone had developed a sense of style because god forbid you leave any of the rest of the boys to make good fashion choices.

Eddie’s heart swelled with love for this idiot of a boy. Leaning back onto his left hand, brushing an object with his palm he smiled. Richie had saved up all his earnings from the small gig’s he had been playing with his band to buy Eddie a polaroid camera for his eighteenth birthday. The baby blue device sat in Eddie’s left hand, as he watched his boyfriends still face. He removed his hand from Richie’s hair quickly, knowing it would be only a matter of time before Richie opened his eyes noticing the absence of Eddie’s hand. He starred down the lenses of the camera and focusing all his attention on Richie. The way the setting sun seemed to cast a pink hue over his skin, the small refection from his glasses and the glint from his lip ring. Eddie pressed his finger down on the button and with a loud shutter of the camera, the film began to print.

Eddie felt the weight of Richie’s head shift in his lap. He looked up from the developing film to the boy. Quickly, hiding the picture behind his back. He was met with soft brown eyes open widely, staring up at him with a small smirk playing on the corner of his lips. Eddie glanced away, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. “Eddie?” Richie questioned staring expectantly up at brunette teenager. Eddie hummed in foreign response. “Did I just hear what I thought I thought I just heard?” Eddie shook his head. Richie widened his eyes, sitting up slowly to meet Eddie gaze. He tucked his legs underneath his large frame. “I told you to save the film just in case you ever saw your Mom in the shower again, Eds.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, slapping Richie across the chest a huff escapes his lips. “Shut up you idiot, that wasn’t even funny.“

“Let’s see the picture then.” Richie placed his hand out in front of him, expectant of the small white piece of film. Eddie shakes his head and moves back further.   Richie feigns to be upset, bringing a hand to rest over his heart. Eddie soften his gaze afraid he’s hurt his boyfriend feelings. Eddie reaches his hand out to Richie’s shoulder, preparing to apologise. But by no surprise Richie had taken his arm lightly and pulled his smaller body on top of his larger one.  Taking the polaroid picture swiftly from Eddie’s hands as he tried to stabilize himself. Eddie let out a loud groan as he hovered over Richie’s body, legs intertwined. He should have known. Richie let out a loud boisterous laugh at the pout on his boyfriend’s lips.

Richie watched as the boy sat back against his thighs, with his bottom lip puckered and a scowl between his brow. Richie leant up and placed a chaste kiss on Eddie’s lips. Eddie tasted of strawberries like always, just as Richie always had the lingering smell of cigarettes upon his own lips.  Richie smiled up the boy, whom sat wearing a pastel pink shirt underneath his stark white overalls with a rainbow patch sewn in the middle of the pocket that laid upon his chest. Richie had a matching one of his denim jacket and he also had one tattooed onto his left bicep.

Richie looked down at the polaroid seeing nothing but what he deemed to be his overly average looking face with the addition of his bulky glasses, but he figured that there must be something redeemable in him if a boy as perfect as Eddie Kaspbrak were to want anything to do with him. Richie adored the boy with all his heart. He reached up to kiss the boys scrunched up nose, pulling away he leant on his elbows and watched the smaller teenager force away a smile from his face. He smiled up at Eddie, waiting for his favourite boy to beam a smile right back at him. Richie raised his eyebrows when nothing came, poking the fragile boy in the side.

Eddie looked Richie dead in the eye, struggling to keep up his façade. “I love you, spaghetti.” Eddie let out a frustrated groan breaking his stoic expression with a  loud laugh.

“Don’t call me that you douche!” Eddie exclaimed through a laugh. Both boys starred back at one another with silly smiles on their faces and the pure admiration sparkling in their eyes. Even though they were polar opposites they found solace in each other and wouldn’t give it up for the world.

Oblivious to the two, the rest of the losers had begun approach from the rear and watched the scene in ‘awe’ as both teenage boys starred into each other’s eyes completely unaware to the world around them. Bev picked up the discarded polaroid camera and brought it up to her face capturing the pure love displayed upon both of the boys faces in a time where they all felt peace.

GUYS THIS WAS SO FUCKING GAY I LEGIT CAN’T. I tried to keep the punk and pastel lowkey bc I hate when its like super in your face but it just turned to shit lmao, tell me what  u think kiddos.

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I had a bunch of ppl in my ask box wanting to be added but they all deleted so idk who they were I’m sorry!

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Metanoia [Jimin]

{{ noun // the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self or way of life }}

Things get interesting when the good girl falls for the bad boy.

Slight Angst, Mostly Fluff. Hogwarts AU. 5,268 words.

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There is a boy with casually tousled orange hair, glittering dark brown eyes that hold untold secrets, and plump, rosy lips that are more often than not curved into a smirk. He wears the standard Hogwarts uniform, but somehow he makes it look like it came straight off the runway with the loosened scarlet and gold striped silk tie, white untucked collared shirt with the top few buttons undone, and fitted black pants that do plenty of justice for his legs.

Park Jimin is, without a doubt, a living paradox; after all, how can someone so angelic looking be so sinful?

He’s a natural born heartbreaker with girls falling undeniably in love with him, even after they swore they never would. He’s a walking cliché: the bad boy who has countless rumors of how he beat up so and so last week or three days ago, who has a different girl for every day of the year, who every girl wants to be the one to change him– the one who would be his last. But, it’s simply all a game to him and any girl falling victim to his ways is just another pawn piece that’s so easily replaceable. And if you aren’t careful enough, you might be thrown onto his chessboard.

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She was so damn pretty, everything she did, it was just….pretty.

Jughead leaned back against the lockers, rolling the word around in his mouth, he was fairly certain that term had never passed his lips before. When you thought of Jughead you didn’t think of flowery words like “pretty”, you thought of darker words like “morbid” or “obtuse” neither of which described the blonde beauty currently digging through her locker, loose, light blue, floral skirt flowing softly behind her.

Something was different about her today though, he couldn’t place it, he really had only caught a glimpse of her face as she headed through the doors but just a look was enough to tell him something was off, not in a bad way no, but it was different.

Sure her hair was out of it’s usually tight and slicked back ponytail, but that wasn’t all. Almost as if sensing his stare Betty closed her locker and turned to face him, her eyes looking past him at something in the distance.

Oh, that was it.

Betty’s face was devoid of all makeup, her normally pale conplexion was a bit tanner and her cheeks had a natural pink blush to them. Her eyes seemed younger underneath long light lashes, free of the heavy black mascara, her gorgeous wavy blonde hair fell in her face and he watched as she blew a strand from her light pink lips. He liked that color more than her usual “perfectly pink” shade.

Suddenly dark green eyes connected with his own stormy blues and those soft pink lips quirked up into a smile, she was walking towards him, her backpack hanging off her bare shoulders.

“Morning Juggie.” She smiled softly, gently nudging him with her shoulder and leaning on him for a moment.

“Morning Bets, you look..different.” He said slowly, careful not to offend her, he knew how sensitive his mother had been about not wearing makeup.

Betty laughed heartily, resting a hand on his arm
“It was way too hot today Juggie, all of my makeup would’ve melted off, and I get horrible headaches in the heat, that ponytail was just not happening. I know I’m a mess.” She shrugged delicately as they began their walk to class.

Jughead shook his head quickly, he couldn’t stop staring at her, it was like she wasn’t real, some kind of angelic figment of his overactive imagination.

“You look good, I like this better.” He coughed awkwardly, rubbing his neck and shifting on his feet.

Betty looked up at him and beamed
“Really? I don’t look… I don’t know. Sick?”

Jughead shook his head again, putting a hand to her cheek and brushing away a stray, honey blonde curl
“No. you look good. Perfect.” He mumbled.

Betty blushed again, placing her hand on her cheek to cover his own.

They hadn’t established what this “relationship” they had begun was, after only a few stolen kisses in bedrooms or on street corners, Jughead had pulled back, he didn’t know where he stood with her and he didn’t want to over step his boundaries, but god did he ache to touch her. All the time actually. And moments like this, just staring at her. He realized just how lucky he was to have her. In any way.


The sudden noise caused them to break out of their personal bubble. They both broke apart, flinging away from each other like they had been burnt. Veronica and Kevin stood, their hands on their hips and smiles on their faces.

“Sorry lovebirds but some of us need to get into the classroom.” Veronica giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Sorry! We were just.. I had um.” Betty trailed off, her eyes turning to Jughead, pleading him to come up with an excuse

“You don’t need an excuse to stare lovingly at your boyfriend B. It’s totally normal, I mean if I were him I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off of you.” Veronica winked as Betty physically relaxed, leaning her back against Jugheads chest.

Kevin was nodding, his smile bright
“Next time let me know though, I’m head of the yearbook committee and I would love to get some shots for “class couple.” He winked and shoved Veronica softly into the classroom.

Jughead dropped his hands to Betty’s shoulder and turned her around gently

“So..” he started.

Betty was quick to interrupt

“I’m sorry, they can be… a lot. Veronica doesn’t know what she’s talking about, I don’t want you to feel pressured to put a label on this.. it’s not…” she rambled before Jughead cut her off with a swift kiss

Pulling away he smiled at her dazed expression
“Man, my girlfriend talks a lot.” He smirked.

Betty’s eyes instantly brightened and she smiled up at him.

“Well deal with it mister, you’re in it for the long haul… right?” She asked, a shy, questioning, smile on her face.

“You bet I am.” He wrapped his fingers around hers and pulled her into the classroom, he couldn’t wait for the long haul.

Heat Wave

Originally posted by lolurnotgrantgustin

Request: (@the5sosfreakme) I was thinking evil Barry, high school? Like he’s super SUPER possessive of y/n and she comes to school in little shorts… So he’s like super possessive over her and like let’s say Mark Mardon, was flirting with her and he steps in. Then maybe hot and heavy in the parking lot?

Notes: I decided not to add the hot and heavy just because the fic itself ended at a good point and just it would have been a little out of place. Anyways, enjoy!

 Tagging: @tmrhollandkay @silverwingedfox

You groaned as your alarm clock woke you up, the loud song you chose shaking the last remnants of your dream from your mind. Now fully awake you rub your eyes, kicking the sheets off your legs. It was boiling hot outside, and your open window letting in the heat made your room almost unbearable.

Sluggishly, you got out of bed, going through your usual morning routine. Faced with the difficult decision of what to wear in the heat you decided on a cute tank top and a pair of high-waisted short shorts, shrugging on a long cardigan on top in case school was cold inside. You put on a pair converse and quickly finish your makeup, deciding to pull your hair back so it doesn’t stick to your neck. Comfortable with your choices, you grab your backpack and make your way downstairs, grabbing something quick for breakfast and saying a quick goodbye to your family before getting into your car.

The drive to school was short, the AC cooling you down only to be blasted with heat when you get out of the car. You push through the doors into school, saying hi to people you pass as you make your way to your locker.

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Just For Him - Loki x Reader

Originally posted by lightneverfades

Summary: In which (Y/N) dresses up in a revealing replica of Loki’s armor for a Halloween costume, only to realize his was far more interesting.

Sorry I didn’t do a request - I really had to do a Halloween theme one in order to feel satisfied!!!

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warning: Kinda NSFW, but like it’s not that sexual, just intense makeout that’s all LOL

Word count: 2K!!

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Friends With Benefits: Bill Skarsgard... Chapter 2 (NSFW)

Originally posted by itsalmamahone

It was the morning after the night I slept with Bill, we’d both completely sacked off dinner and just ended up falling asleep.

I squinted as the sunlight poured out from behind the lightly coloured blinds in my bedroom, and rubbed my eyes with my fists.  

I let out a yawn before turning my head to the side and my heart almost stopped at what I saw, Bill wasn’t lay next to me, we always slept in my bed together, even after last night I had no doubt that he’d stay and spoon me like usual.

I covered my face with my hands and almost wanted to cry, he’d obviously got freaked out from the activities of the night before and changed his mind about being my best friend.

I was distracted mid melt down when I heard slight rustling coming from down the hallway, it sounded like it was coming from either my lounge or my kitchen as it was open plan.

My eyes narrowed and I hastily jumped out of my bed, it was lucky that I’d managed to throw a t-shirt and fresh underwear on last night before we fell asleep, so I was pretty prepared to face my intruder.

I crept out of the bedroom, my feet softly padding against the thick pile of my dark grey carpet.

I held my breath as I rounded the corner, bracing myself to deal with whatever or whoever was coming.

I breathed a sigh of relief when all I saw from my within my kitchen was Bill cutting up some fruit, completely unaware that I was staring so intently at him.

“You stayed.” I breathed, my arms falling loosely at my sides.

Bill jumped, slightly startled as he was completely unaware of my presence.

He lifted his head to face me, a gentle smile graced his perfect lips. He was stood at the counter, a knife in one hand and the other dropping strawberries into a bowl. He only wore his boxers, his torso completely bare and oh so inviting.

“Of course I stayed, why wouldn’t I have?” He frowned, watching as I walked towards him and perching myself on one of the stools at my breakfast area.

I shook my head and nervously ran my fingers through my blonde waves, they rustled around my shoulders in a long bob, messy from last nights antics and from sleeping.

“About last night… it was crazy. I don’t know what came over me, I’m so sorry.” I blushed, shaking my head in disapproval over my behaviour.

“Mya…” Bill trailed off, dropping the knife to the counter and wiping his hands on a towel.

“What happened was a mistake, Bill. It won’t happen again, it was stupid of me to tell you those things. To be quite honest, I’m embarrassed.” I admitted, watching as Bill frowned further.

“Was it not good for you? I mean, I thought I did a pretty rad job.” He chuckled, pushing some hair out of his eyes.

“It was great, fantastic even. But this will ruin our friendship and like I said, I’m not ready to lose you. You’re my only friend and I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t in my life, what happened between us definitely can’t happen again.” I confessed to Bill, looking on as he bit the side of his thumb while his other arm was crossed over his side.

“Well, okay, I guess.” He murmured, a look of hurt and sadness spread across his features.

I sighed to myself and hopped off the stool, walking round the counter to him. I wrapped my arms around his slim waist and rested my head against his bare chest, taking in his smell.

Bill immediately responded and I felt his whole body relax, his long arms wound around me and his chin rested upon my head.

“I’m not ready to lose you either.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I was glad we were on the same page and I’m thrilled it hasn’t cost us our friendship, I just hope we can move on from it and forget that it ever happened.

“What time are you working today?” I inquired, moving away from him briefly to taste some of the fruit he’d chopped up.

“I’m not, I don’t need to be at the location until tomorrow. Don’t you have the same rota?” He questioned and I thought it over for a second, chewing slowly on a strawberry.

“I’ve lost track of where we’re at, is it sunday today?” I wondered, Bill nodded and I continued. “Can you drive me down with you? If we’re there all day then it makes sense, I’ll put my kit in your car.”

“Yeah that’s cool, it does make sense. I’m gonna grab a shower while you eat, save me some.” He replied, kissing my forehead again quickly before disappearing down the hallway and out of my sight.

Last night had really messed with my head, it was like Bill had relieved all my tension and made me forget about my worries.

I’d been so anxious about working on this new movie that Bill had been cast for and I don’t know why, I’d done make up for big jobs quite a few times, but the way Bill treated me last night just erased all the worry from within my body.

I shook the thoughts from my head and tidied up the counter top, leaving a bowl of fruit for Bill and placing a cup of coffee next to it, ready for when he finished showering and I could hop in.

I made my way out of the kitchen and down the hallway, past the bathroom and back into my bedroom, preparing for my shower.

I clipped my hair back and pulled out fresh underwear and a new t-shirt, I laid my jeans out next to Bills on the freshly made bed that he had obviously tidied up.

I heard the shower turn off and it was a few moments before Bill walked into my bedroom, his body bare apart from the clean boxers he was wearing, no doubt found in the stash of spare clothes he keeps here. His hair was wet and slightly dishevelled from where he’d rubbed it with a towel, he flashed a grin at me.

“All yours.”

“Cool, thanks. You better not have used all the hot water, you took forever!” I laughed, causing him to roll his eyes.

“Well, sorry…”

I burst out laughing and hit the bare skin on his side, he attempted to grab me but I was too quick and dashed to the bathroom.

Once inside I proceeded to cleanse my face and brush my teeth, spitting the minty remnants into the sink.

I pulled my t-shirt off and caught a glimpse in the steamed up mirror, my eyes widened.

I had bruises beginning to form in the shape of finger marks at my hips, with red scratches accompanying them.

I laughed quietly, I knew he’d leave marks.

I removed my underwear quickly, goosebumps erupting on my skin from being naked.

I turned the water on and briefly waited for it to get warm before unclipping my hair and throwing the clip onto the bathroom side, hopping into the shower cubicle, sighing in relief as the warmth of the water cascaded down my body.

I grabbed my shampoo, lathering it through my hair, inhaling the sweet aroma as it washed out, leaving a trail of suds in its path.

It felt good to scrub my body clean, although I was slightly sore from where Bill had grabbed me.

I reached my fingers up to my lips, running them over the skin. I smiled at the thought of how they were plumper than usual, no doubt from the intense kisses we shared.

I couldn’t shake the feeling of how good it felt, how good he made me feel.

I let out an audible scream the second I felt hands on me, spinning around in fright.

I wiped some water from my face, wearing pure shock as my expression.

“Bill, what are you doing?” I asked, facing him.

His eyes were dark with lust as he ignored my face and focused on my wet skin, he was completely naked despite just being dressed, he was also now wet again.

His head snapped up, our eyes connected.

“What you said was bullshit, I know you better than you know yourself. I know how much you enjoyed me fucking you, and you know how much you enjoyed it.” He grinned, gripping my waist and forcefully pushing me against the tiles of the shower.

I couldn’t speak and I definitely wasn’t going to stop him because he was right, what I said was bullshit.

His lips were at my neck, sucking and biting. I writhed in pleasure, arching into his touch.

“Don’t leave any marks.” I managed to let out, he nipped at my neck before pulling back and smashing his lips on mine.

I eagerly kissed back, my hands tangling in his dark blonde hair.

His large hands wondered down my waist, over my hips and one of them slipping between my legs.

My head tipped back against the tiles and a small moan left my lips as Bill rubbed my clit, moving one finger inside of me.

I couldn’t take the feeling of him not being inside of me, I had a burning desire for him and he knew it.

“Fuck me.” I demanded, grabbing his wrist to stop him from moving his hand.

Bill looked up at me with water dripping from his hair, licking his bottom lip and nodding, pursing his lips.

“You don’t need to tell me twice.” and with that he’d picked me up, wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed my back against the tiles, entering me at the same time.

“Oh my god.” I gasped, clutching at his shoulders as he thrusted hard into me.

His ego must have grew ten times larger and I could tell by the look on his face, he was pleased with himself.

“Say my name.” He demanded, pounding harder and faster.

I all but screamed his name as I felt myself unwinding around him, my body convulsed in a fit of pleasure as he pushed me back hard against the tiles and thrusted harder if that was even possible, and it wasn’t long before he was finishing, panting into my neck.

He managed to keep me supported around his waist, kissing me gently.

We started into each others eyes for a few minutes, before Bill shook his head with a little grin.

“Let’s do that again.” He insisted, causing me to tip my head back with a laugh.

He was impossible.


Chapter 2 is here! I just want to say thank you for the great feedback, i can’t believe all the notes its got and all the messages i’ve received. I’m so glad you’re all enjoying it, hopefully chapter 3 will be up tomorrow!

l-o-v-e - peter parker

Originally posted by olvrsfelicity

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: L-O-V-E was the perfect emotion to describe you and Peter.

— Inspired by the song “L-O-V-E” by Nat King Cole (listen to it here!!)

Requested: no

Warnings: no (so much fluff tho wowowowow)

Words: 1520

a/n: so here’s peter imagine after 5373628 years!! i hope you all enjoy and this is so fluffy omgomgomgomgomgomg:))


L is for the way you look at me

You always attempted to ignore the enticing yet new feeling that would creep into your veins every day. When your voice was hushed down to a whisper, your chapped lips slightly open, and your big, bright Y/E/C were gazing lovingly into Peter’s, your heart would quicken its beat while your mind, that was once filled with scrambling thoughts and tactics, but was now pulled to halt, your world would come to a sudden stop. You hated to admit it, but it was so utterly true. Having a heart so young yet filled with such adoration for one person can cause your brain to rewire itself to prefer this new fascination you had gotten yourself tangled into.

But when  your glazed orbs would lock with Peter’s, you swore to yourself you would never love anyone ever as much as you loved him. You didn’t know what it was that caused your mind to set itself on Peter so quickly.

Maybe it was the way his beaming smile would curl as he came within sight of you. Maybe it was the butterflies that flied around your stomach at his sweet and soothing touch, his calloused fingertips would rake slowly up and down your arm as you lied together on the couch. Maybe it was the moments your different yet colliding personalities would counter off one another as you chuckled at something, his laugh dancing through your ears in pure bliss.

Or, maybe it was the way those beautiful, so so beautiful, brown eyes sparkled into your gaze from down the hall, hearts dancing together in the air around the two of you. And, maybe it was the way his stare pulled you into a still trap as his nose would rub against yours as he prepared to softly kiss your needy lips.

That’s what it was.

The way he looked at you as if you were the only soul he could ever, will ever, bring himself to love for eternity.


O is for the only one I see

You knew. The exact moment too.

That day his eyes were focused on his chemistry assignment while yours were focused on him. Your eyes would scan his figure as his eyes never left the paper once, his back muscles sneakily poking through to be seen underneath his blue sweater  while his tongue peeked out to lips his lips in hesitation.

You had been sneaking glances at this boy for over three months now, and now matter how many times you prayed those gorgeous, bright brown eyes would turn around catch your gaze, it didn’t happen.

Due to your quiet, reserved manner, you knew you would never have the balls to go up and talk to Peter. Your brain would remind you every day, “While you’re staring at him as if he was the only person in the world, he’s never going to reciprocate”.

Your heart would flutter as he would look around the classroom casually, but then deflate as he would never make eye contact with your shy figure in the corner. Your thoughts in chemistry didn’t consist of atoms, cations, anions, and whatever else. They were consumed mostly of him, the boy you didn’t even know. No one else in the classroom mattered in your eyes, not even your teacher. Your eyes would flutter over to his figure numerous times throughout the period, secretly hoping that one day he would catch your stares and lock eyes with you, and that’s when you would be sure to smile sweetly at the handsome boy before you.

But, you ended up embarrassing yourself instead.

That same day, your feeling were urging stronger due to the fact his hair was curled slightly more today, and your eyes couldn’t help but gaze enticingly at the small curl that lay softly against his forehead. You wondered to yourself all period how someone could not even try an ounce and look so perfect, and how in the hell he could never catch your obvious stares.

Apparently so did your teacher.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, how about you spend your time gazing at your textbook rather than Mr. Parker.”

Your eyes immediately snapped to your teacher’s hard stare, and your cheeks instinctively flushed a bright red as everyone in the classroom whipped their heads around to face you, and snicker. Your eyes locked with your teacher’s and your heart dropped into your stomach as you attempted to process this seemingly sudden reality.

You feel Peter’s head whip around quickly, and for the first time, stare at you. Not daring to move to his new gaze, you fixated your eyes from your teacher’s down to the textbook lying open on your desk.

The snicker’s died down as your burning cheeks huffed a sigh defeat, your eyes scanning the pages of the book, no ounce of attention being paid to it.

Your heart was no beating quickly as you dared to lift your head slightly and peek out of the corner of your eye at Peter. But, your stomach soon churned as your Y/E/C hit a glorious and captivating brown.

Your teeth tugged at the bottom of your lip in embarrassment as Peter’s eyes locked with your for the first time.Your eyes scanned his face quickly, a smile beginning to form across his small lips. Your heart leaped as your brain signaled your flustered features to smile back, Peter’s pearly white’s popping out at you with such joy.

His lips curled as yours stayed closed, but turned up in embarrassment.

But, it was worth it. That was when Peter knew you were the only one he’d ever see.


V is very, very extraordinary

Nothing about you was boring. Peter was sure of it.

Everyone has their little imperfections, quirks, etc. But Peter began to think you had none of that. The little things you considered annoying, gross, or even ugly he perceived as incredible.

As your sweet voice would chirp on as you two lied on the couch watching a movie, about all the things you’ve been doing wrong lately, Peter would zone out. Your tone discussing the matter sounded flustered, and annoyed with every single detail you discussed. But Peter would pay no attention to you bad mouth yourself. His mind was focused on the way your emotions would manipulate your feature.

When you begin to rant about how you failed a test that you studied for, and how you knew you could’ve done so much better if you only did this and that and so on. Peter would gaze up to your eyebrows. He would watch the skin around them crinkle in frustration at yourself, your features turning dark instantly.

Then, you would blab on about how disliked the way you looked that day, or how you felt like people judged you for wearing leggings despite the fact you thick thighs that you hated. Peter would despise to see you talk horribly about yourself, your body specifically. His eyes would daringly linger on your legs when they adorned the pants, his hormones startling inside of him as they would hug your body so well. His stare would move to your lips, seeing them push themselves against one another at the defeat that would wash over you.

Your pink lips caused his urge to kiss you to grown, his eyes never looking away from the part of you he loved so much.

Everything about you was extraordinary. Nothing about you was boring, and he loved every part that was you.


E is even more than anyone that you adore

Peter never knew he could adore so much about one person. You never dreamed of someone as special and inviting as Peter to ever love you.

When the two of you began dating, you started to question yourself. How could someone like him, love someone like me?

It was odd really. You dared yourself to be content with the truth. That Peter adored you, and there was nothing you could about it. You didn’t want to of course, but it was just the way of it. You were never confident in yourself, so for this to happen was a whirlwind.

But, it didn’t matter. No matter what you did, or how you acted, or what you said, would never distance Peter at all.

When his soothing voice would brush softly against the shell of your ear, whispering sweet nothings to you, your heart would thump with the energy flowing between the two of you. Or, when his beautiful eyes would help his gorgeous smile form a soft expression as he laughed wholeheartedly.

Peter could feel the butterflies thump against his rib cage as your soft fingertips would run themselves through his curled hair, lulling him to sleep.

Being in love with one another was alluring. Almost as if being in love at such a young age was only crafted for the two of you.

Peter knew he would never be able to release himself from the grasp you had him in. But, he didn’t care. Nothing was ever going to change the fact that his love for you was something he could never grow tired of.

But not matter what anyone said, your hearts would never separate. Your affection for Peter Parker was much too steady for anyone to ever sway you.

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Authors Note: Au where Harry is a Frat Boy. I don’t know where this is going. It was hard to write though.

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I was never the character to continuously go to parties, get drunk, or even go out every Friday night.

I regularly prefer to stay in on Friday nights, revising for the tests or doing the homework that I’m drowning in.

I perpetually overhear the stories that go around every Monday morning, after some sort of party that sparked everyone’s interests.

I continually hear the late night giggles and drunken stumbles in the hallways’ of my dorm. Every Saturday morning, around two, I hear the laughs of tipsy and intoxicated classmates’ that never seizes to disturbs me from my sleep or my studying.

I overhear the front door to the suit open, an indication one of my three suit mates are subsequently back from class, or shagging up with their boyfriends’ or their boyfriends’ friends.

To say the least, my suitemates are of some character, character that is different to my own. I always listen in on some of the scandalous stories that go on within the suit— they can be great friends’, but they don’t always make the best of decisions.

I narrow my eyes back to the book in my hand that is required to be read for English class, despite its terrible storyline and the fact it is borderline monotonous. For a moment, I am distracted when my suitemate enters the bedroom, a smile painted across her face. “What are you doing tonight?” She beams over to me, directing my attention away from the torturous book in my hand.

“I have a date with Bio, why?” I glance over at her, noticing how she is already rummaging through her clothes, perhaps trying to find something to wear for the evening.

“Come out with me, there is a party.”

“I need to do Bio, I’ll pass.” I shake my head, just as she flings a glittery black dress into my lap. I lift it off my lap and drop it to the bed.

“Bio will be there in the morning, get up. you need to have some fun.”

“I need good grades, actually.” I correct her, her posture straightening as she turns to glance at me.

“Get your ass up, put on a dress and heels, do something with your hair, and put the damn book down.” She narrows her eyes on the book still in my hand, “One night, that is it. I promise you won’t regret it.” She presses, determined to not allow me to pass on the opportunity to go out with her and probably get drunk and have guys hit on the two of us.

With a heavy sigh, I push myself off the bed, my fingers clasping the glittery dress, “Fine, but I want your psych notes, and I want those heels.” I gesture towards a pair of crimson red heels. She raises a brow, seeming surprised by my choice of colour.

“I said get dressed, not to look hot. I am surprised.” She gasps teasingly, my eyes rolling at her,

“I do know how to dress, surprisingly. Now, hand over the psych notes.” I smile, already beginning to undress and pull the dress over my body, adjusting it to fall perfectly.

“Damn, you brush up nicely without a book in your hand.” She chuckles, handing me her heels that I have requested for the night. I grin, giving her a shrug as I run my hands through my hair, debating whether I need to do anything to it.

I mutter under my breath my regret as I step into the rowdy house, parties are not really my thing—neither are Frat parties. I sigh, allowing my roommate to drag me into the house of swaying bodies and raucous noise, music echoing against the walls, laughter and chatter boisterously buzzing.

It takes me a while to settle into the atmosphere of overly enthusiastic and somewhat intoxicated figures, my hand already clasping a red solo cup with some sort of fruity drink poured into it. I hurried away from the vodka shots and settled on whatever it is that was poured into my cup. I assume it is a mix of fruits and vodka, but there is really no telling, the bartender seemed half intoxicated himself.

I glance over as a loud eruption of laughter takes my attention, a group of boys’ gathered around a pingpong table, shouting at each other, pushing and shoving as two of them go head to head in the battle of beer pong. I can’t help but chuckle at the pathetic attempt of the blonde in a pair of light dawn-tinted shorts and a white polo hung around his figure. There is no doubt in my mind that he is already at his limits end with alcohol, and his friends’ are just savouring his embarrassment with beer pong.

I wander closer to the table, considerately amused by the whole group; they appear to be having a lot more fun than the sweaty, dancing bodies in the other room, and they’re the only group of boys that aren’t trying to mount their dick onto anything that breathes and resembles the slightest bit of a female.

“Ah, we have a new spectator.” A guy gestures towards me, forcing all the attention to be focused on me, I shrug and take a sip of my beverage, “Guess you didn’t see the sign?” He comments,

“Which one?” I raise a brow, unsure of what he is referring to.

His mates grow quiet and his mouth begins to move, “This is not a game for chicks.” His sexist comment automatically causes me to roll my eyes.

Entitled, sexist fratboy— clearly a non-intelligent twat.

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Author: RuckyStarnes

Summary: Steve walks into the find Reader struggling to get something

Warnings:  Smut, language, lewd content, fingering (briefly), teasing, unprotected sex, dirty talk

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1,684

A/N: I’m gonna go in mom mode right now and be very clear…Use protection and stay safe. Also, if you haven’t noticed, I really suck at summaries LOL This is another I wrote under a different character…happens

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