i dare you to let me be your one and only

ruin the friendship / tom holland x reader (part II)

Originally posted by tbholland

do all the things on our minds
what’s taking us all this time?
let’s ruin the friendship.

part II / ? 

song that goes with this part: dusk till dawn by zayn and sia

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until there was a knock on the door that pulled him away, snapping him back into reality, thinking that kissing his best friend wasn’t a good idea.


the door opened to reveal a female wearing all black and a headset.

“oh, gosh, did i interrupt something?” she asked, he scratched the back of his neck as she turned a crimson color. 

kind of, he thought, but he didn’t dare say out loud.

“no, no.” the words tumbled out of his mouth,”what’s up?”

“they need you for set.” said the female before showing a shy smile. he nodded before moving away from his best friend.

“i’ll-uh, see you after?” he asked and she nodded, giving him a small smile. returned it before he walked out the door, closing it softly behind him. she landed on the cream colored sofa with a groan. 

she couldn’t believe that something she’s wanted for ages, almost came true, but then was crushed to pieces by that stupid girl in the headset. she pulled her phone out, checking all her social medias. 

soon, he had returned, a smile on his face as he walked through the door. he felt his heart swoon as he realized she was asleep on the couch. he pulled his phone out of his back pocket, realizing it said 8:34 pm, and since she was probably jet lagged and she had a long day of traveling that it’d be best if he let her sleep.

he sat down on the couch, being careful not to disturb her as he sat down. she moved softly, cuddling into his chest as she sleepily adjusted herself. he sat still, not daring to wake her up as she was getting comfortable. he let her fall back asleep into his chest, a smile on his face as she hugged at his torso, her head nuzzled into his shirt. 

he smiled down at her, taking in her facial features as she slept soundly. she practically had him wrapped around her finger. he would do anything for her, yet he didn’t know that she’d do the same for him.

as he played with her hair softly, the door opened to reveal a loud talking Jacob and Harrison. he immediately hushed them as they looked at him in confusion. Harrison’s face lit up.

“is that y/n?!” he asked, making Jacob’s mouth agape and his eyebrows raise.

“wait, is that the girl you’ve been talking about for ages?!” he asked slowly. he rolled his eyes at his two best friends, wanting to take back those night’s he’d talk about y/n and her boyfriend and how he’d been so mad that it wasn’t him who was treating her like a princess.

but little did he know, that ended months ago. y/n and her boyfriend had broken up, well, technically, she caught him cheating and dumped him. she wanted to tell Tom, she really did, but she wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea because of how mad he would’ve gotten. 

“yes, now shut up. she’s sleeping.”

they rolled their eyes,”you’re so whipped, dude.”

“how can i be whipped if she’s got a boyfriend?” he asked the blonde haired boy who had spoken up before him.

“Tom, what are you talking about?” Harrison had asked, utterly confused. the blonde then put the pieces together, his mouth forming into an ‘o’ shape.

“did she not tell you?” he asked, Jacob sat back, enjoying the juicy drama unfolding in front of him. 

“uhh, no.” Tom asked confused as well. 

“he cheated on her and she caught him and she dumped him.” he said,”it was a rough time. i thought she had talked to you about it, but i guess i was the only one.”

Tom looked down at the angel sleeping upon him. how could someone so cruel hurt such an amazing human being like her? she was so genuine, so kind, funny, smart, elegant. his heart broke for her.

“wait, so Tom, you can date her!” Jacob perked up, Harrison nodded in agreement. the two of them had wanted the both of them to get together since he first mentioned he liked y/n. 

“no, no, no.” Tom said,”i’m not ruining a friendship.”

“Tom, mate, she literally likes you! you can’t see it?” asked Harrison. Tom raised an eyebrow at his friend.

“she doesn’t, i highly doubt she’d like me.”

“Tom, you’re being so stubborn.” Harrison rolled his eyes,”she literally told me a month ago that she liked you, mate. and she’s finally single. there should be nothing holding you back!”

right then, he felt his heart stop. the world around him stopped spinning. the girl he wanted wanted him back. he felt a blush creep onto his cheeks as he looked down at her in his arms. he could already picture himself laying like that with her forever.

“you’re not playing with me, right?” he asked his best friend. 

“no, dude, why would i lie about that?” he asked. Tom smiled.

“i’m finally getting something i’ve always wanted.” he said. his two friends smiled at the scene in front of them, finally happy for their friends. 

the two finally walked into the house after a long day. she looked tired as she had just woken up from her nap about 2 hours ago, but inside she was bubbling with energy.

“so, anything new and exciting happen?” he asked, starting up a conversation.

she wanted to tell him what happened, but she didn’t know how, so for now, it was her’s and Harrison’s little secret.

or so she thought.

“pretty good,” she lied, in reality, it was hell on earth without him back in London,”how about things here? all well?”

he nodded,”you still with your boyfriend?”

her heart went to her throat. she didn’t want to lie to him about her ex forever, but if she told him what happened, it might be worse.

“uh-” she started,”uhm, a-actually, we broke up a while ago.” 

Tom gave a look of sympathy,”oh, damn. i’m sorry.”

no he’s not. he’s glad that she dumped that no good asshole.

“eh, he’s an asshole. i guess i just finally came to my senses about him.”

he nodded as she put him in the spotlight,”how about you, Holland? got a lucky girl to call your own?”

he laughed,”uhm, no actually, no girlfriend.”

se pulled her eyebrows together,”how come?”

he shrugged,”just haven’t found anyone worth the while. plus, i’ve kind of got my sights set on someone else already.”

she raised her eyebrows as she felt her heart shatter, the man she loves just said he liked someone and she knew it would never be her.

“but, my real question is, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, she looked at him confused.

“what are you talking about?”

“why did you never tell me you liked me?”

her eyes widened as shock ran through her body. she immediately tensed up.

“who-who said that?”

“Harrison.”

i’m so killing him, she thought.

“no, no, okay, i don’t like you.” she stumbled on her words as a smirk tugged at his lips,”and if i did, i dont want to ruin my friendship with you.”

he made his way to where she was standing at the island. his body pressed against hers as a gasp escaped her lips.

“trust me, darling.” he said, his face so close to hers that she could feel his minty breath. his lips hovered over hers, only driving her crazy.

“what do you say, love? let’s risk it and ruin the friendship?” 

his lips grazed over hers before she couldn’t take it anymore. she reached up and grabbed his neck, her mouth meeting his as he wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her back with just as much love and passion.

and that’s where it all started.


introduction    part I    

tags: @lostamongstthecosmos @feeling-straange

Tricks Not Treats

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”

You clutched at your heart as Spencer’s roaring laughter was heard throughout the bullpen. He took off his Halloween mask, the one covered in blood that made it look as if his face had been mutilated, and continued to laugh as you shot him death glares.

“Spencer Reid, do NOT do that to me!” you exclaimed as your heartbeat began to steady. He had jumped out from behind you, excited to see your reaction which had turned out to be better than he had expected. The scream you gave caused the entire bullpen to turn their heads only to chuckle as they realized it was that time of year again.

Everyone knew Spencer Reid took the Halloween season very seriously.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized although his smile said otherwise. “I just wanted to see your reaction. I’ve already scared everyone else here and you’re the newest one.”

“So you decided to conduct some sort of Halloween initiation ritual?” you laughed. You couldn’t deny the fact that it was amusing. You were so used to Spencer being a bit more on the serious side so seeing a childishness to him was refreshing. You had seen different sides to him, your favorite being his flirtatious side which often included horrible jokes that others would have shook their heads at, but you had always found it charming. Nonetheless you had heard the rumors of Spencer’s Halloween antics, and now had proof in front of you.

“Something like that,” he chuckled.

A loud roar interrupted the short conversation as Luke snuck up on you wearing a werewolf mask. He and Spencer had planned this out. Spencer would complete phase 1 where he would scare you and them get you to let your guard down again. Then Luke would creep up behind and try to scare you again. They had all taken bets as to which of the men would get you to scream the loudest.

What they hadn’t anticipated was your actual response - a straight punch at Luke’s face.

Luke dropped to the ground more out of surprise than at the actual force. He pulled his mask off and held his nose, feeling it pulsate.

“You punched me!” He exclaimed as Spencer watched with wide eyes. Your eyes widened in horror at the fact you had just physically assaulted a teammate before a loud laugh rumbled throughout you.

“You came up behind me! It was instinct!” you defended, a small smirk on your face as he stood. He shook his head, fighting the laugh that was building in his chest. It was pretty funny when he thought about it.

“I guess that means I owe you twenty bucks,” Luke commented to Spencer. Your jaw immediately dropped.

“You took bets on me?!”

“And that is my cue to leave,” Luke chuckled as he quickly made his exit and got as far from the scene as possible.

“On your reactions,” Spencer quickly clarified. “I bet I would make you scream louder, which technically, I did.”

“We’ll see who’s screaming louder by Halloween,” you replied, a sly smirk sliding onto your lips.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Spencer dared to say, surprising even himself. He took pleasure on the shocked look that passed on your face for a moment.

“That depends,” you replied with a mischievous grin and wink that immediately caused him to blush, “on what kind of game you’re trying to play, Dr. Reid.”

Anti Hero (pt. 6)

Part 5

Anti’s back hits the wall, and that wild spark inside of him flares up in fear at being cornered. At being alone. And whose fault is that?

He throws a knife at Google’s shoulder and misses by inches, ducks Dark’s punch, and glitches behind them. Another knife in hand, he slashes at Dark’s back, but Dark’s aura twists the blade from Anti’s fingers and shoves him to the floor. Google slams the heel of his foot into Anti’s sternum, knocking the breath from the glitch’s lungs. Anti blinks tears from his eyes and glitches out of the way of another attack, but he can only manage a few inches.

And then he’s back in Dark’s clutches. His aura surrounds Anti’s head, filling his mind with poisonous thoughts, but Anti escapes again. His back is against the door when it suddenly slides open, and Anti falls backwards and out.

He’s so stunned that it takes him a moment to glitch to his feet, and he comes face to face with the person who let him out.

Oliver.

Anti jumps back, but Oliver hardly reacts. He just stares at him, at the knife in Anti’s hand. Sudden dread nearly takes Anti’s sanity from him as he sees what Oliver expects him to do, what Oliver is daring him to do. If you don’t care about me, prove it.

“Oliver!” Google moves quickly, but Oliver moves faster to shut his brother and Dark inside the containment field of Anti’s cell. Google slams his fists against the door, screaming something, but Oliver has muted them as well. He’s waiting.

“Well, go ahead,” Oliver says softly. “Here’s your chance.” His eyes flash yellow. “Rid the world of a useless piece of equipment.”

Anti grips the knife, dumbfounded. The Author’s influence reaches for him again, and this time, Anti is unable to shrug it off. This time the Author is pulling the strings. The message is clear: they can’t suspect anything.

So Anti darts forward, the knife flashing through the air like lightning. Google splits his skin open smashing his fists into the door. Dark’s aura floods the cell with shadow, and Anti sinks the blade into the center of Oliver’s chest just as the Host bursts into the room.

Anti feels a jerk on his strings, and suddenly the room around him melts away. He’s in his attic space again as the glitches fade from his vision. Anti stands there a moment, frozen, grease on his fingers and ringing in his ears. Did he really do what he thinks he just did? No, no—not to Ollie. Not his friend.

Anti glitches again, trying to go back, but he’s dragged back to his attic by the Author’s words. He cannot leave.

“Y̨̳͇̰o̵̜̹̙͙͙̪̞u̡̫̥͉͚̰̬̙ ̟p͇̝̯̙̼̣r̥̫̱o͉̥͓m̤̼͉͍̘̲͎i̷̤͈̖̗s̤̗̬͓e̥̪͡d̨͙̠̣̭!͕͔̞̞ ͠Y̷̥ou̡͓͍̰̤̣̯ ̙̦̲͕͜p̬̬̘r͖̰͔̠͢ͅǫ͖̙m̘̱̟͇͉̹į͙̠̹̟̺̜͓s̺̘̘͡ẹ̦͎̣͇̩͠d ̛͈̣̳m̜̼̘̲̤ͅe͏͇̺̝̫ͅ ̤͎ͅt̨̗̯̯͍̜h͚a͎̞̣͎t ̩̞y̝̼͇o̧̺͇͇̯̺̻u̵̝͈͓ͅ ̗̖͔̠͚̯̺w̶͓̦o͇̫̹͖u̶͓̥̳̮̱̠̫l̺̱̞̭̫͈d̴̮̪̮n͓̭̻̝͘'t͖̳̟̮ ̵h̞̭̥̣͉̕ur̞̤̙͇̠̙͇̕ṭ̳ ͇͚̪̱̣̫̲h̘̫̬͞i̷m̪͈!̶͎̘ͅ” Anti screams at the dusty air.

“And Hitler promised that he wouldn’t invade Czechoslovakia, but we see how that turned out,” Author says coolly, leaning against the wall like nothing has happened, like Anti’s world hasn’t just crashed down around him. “You should be thanking me. There’s nothing left there for you now, and you have the future to look forward to.”

Anti manifests another knife in his hands and glitches chest to chest with the Author before growling, “You’ve forgotten one thing in all of this, though, Author. With Ollie gone, y̯͔͕̱̝o̖̖̱͕̤͕͘u͏̱͎̮͉̭̮̦'̞̠v̢͇̯è̖͎͎͖ ̙̣̮lo̭̹̘͙͍̳s̷͈̯̱̭̦̠t̩͉͚ͅ ̳̲̲̬ỳ̬̞̳̬͕͓̩o̸̫͈̝̱͎ur ͈͕̝̘͙͍̕c̟͓o̗͓͞n̬̲̣̯͍t̝̩̗͔̳̫͕r̰͡o͍̗̖̖l o͏͚͔̝̳̳v̗̻͞e͈̹̤̣͎r͟ͅ ̣m̥̩͕̬̤͕̣e͟.”

The Author smiles and leans just an inch closer so that Anti is forced to move back. “But he’s not gone, not yet. Not as long as I say he’s not.”

Anti’s heart twists up inside of his chest to the point that he glitches uncontrollably, until he’s on his hands and knees and staring at the floor blankly. The Author steps away from him to admire some of his carved wooden figures all lined up on a bookshelf. “We’ve still got work to do, Anti, and until the time comes that you can no longer be of use to me, the little yellow bot stays.” Author smirks and inspects a little wooden otter fondly.

“After all, Anti, I’m a man of my word.”

Mayor Damien song recs.

I thought I’d put together a list of thirteen songs that feel either like Damien would have enjoyed listening to them… or songs that describe him and his life, before he went full Dark.

You can probably find them all on Spotify and other music streaming sites, but I’ve included some lyrics to give you a taste.

Originally posted by thebirdwitch

Frank Sinatra - Fly Me to the Moon: “Fly me to the moon. Let me play among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars. In other words, hold my hand. In other words, baby kiss me.”

Susan Egan - I Get a Kick Out of You (Cole Porter cover): “My story is much too sad to be told, but practically everything leaves me totally cold. The exception I know is the case… I turn and see your fabulous face.”

A Fine Frenzy - Almost Lover: “I’d never want to see you unhappy; I thought you’d want the same for me… So long, my luckless romance. My back is turned on you. Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache – almost lovers always do.”

Linkin Park - Leave Out All the Rest: “I’ve taken my beating. I’ve shared what I’ve made. I’m strong on the surface, not all the way through. I’ve never been perfect, but neither have you… When my time comes, forget the wrong that I’ve done. Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed.”

Evanescence - Imperfection: “I wanna lift you up into the light you deserve. I wanna take your pain into myself so you won’t hurt. Don’t you dare surrender! Don’t leave me here without you, ‘cause I could never replace your perfect imperfection.”

Elton John & George Michael - Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me: “I can’t light no more of your darkness. All my pictures seem to fade to black and white. I’m growing tired and time stands still before me, frozen here on the ladder of my life… Don’t let the sun go down on me. Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see.”

Sheryl Crow - Sweet Child O’ Mine (Guns n’ Roses cover): “He’s got a smile – it seems to me — reminds me of childhood memories, where everything was fresh as the bright blue sky… and if I stare too long, I’d probably break down and cry. Oh, sweet child o’ mine. Oh, sweet love of mine.”

Leaves’ Eyes - Take the Devil in Me: “My heart stops beating; it makes me see how bright life could have been. I cry for angels to save me. Take the devil in me… Save me for I’ve been mistaken, save one moment of my life.”

Within Temptation feat. Chris Jones - Utopia: “I’m searching for answers not given for free. You’re hurting inside. Is there life within me? You’re holding my hand, but you don’t understand… Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia? Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are?”

We are the Fallen - Through Hell: “Are we alone? Is there more than we believe in, haunting these walls? Shadows crawling out, revealing fear in me stays in me. The nightmares inside here, my darkest fears all in my head again. The nightmares I might hear, all my tears pull me through hell again.”

Vast - Here: “Where do I put the shame? It feels like a broken toy I can’t play with anymore. Where do I put the hate? To a pixelated screen I can’t watch anymore. All I know is that I’m here, drifting somewhere in the vast, somewhere in eternity.”

Lacuna Coil - Heaven’s a Lie: “Something wrong with all the plans of my life. I didn’t realize that you’ve been here… Set me free, your heaven’s a lie. Set me free with your love.”

U2 - I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For: “I have run, I have crawled, I have scaled these city walls… only to be with you. But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.”

I Spy A Cheater

Originally posted by fireproof-harry

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Request: it wasn’t requested sooooo

Warnings: Cheating (the title gave it away) angst, and shitty first attempt at writing for Hazza lol

A/N: Okieee so this flopped but i’ma post it anyway bc i have supportive friends telling me to do this so here it goes I guess


“I’m sorry for not realizing this sooner.” I spat angrily picking up my keys and walking towards the door

“Babe no wait, this isn’t what it looks like, please let me explain-“

“You’re cheating on me, Harry! What is there to explain?!” I cried tears running down my face

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John really loved drawing. He always loved it.

He thought that he was rather good at it - in the past. Until he somehow didn’t have time or motivation for it. Until he was too busy with treating patient after patient at the clinic.

Then, at Baker Street, he started to do it again.
He started to draw animals. Dogs or cats.
He didn’t think that it was as good as in the past, but it helped him to relax.
One morning, Sherlock walked past him and looked over his shoulder at a drawing of a Golden Retriever. It was the dog, John’s neighbour had, when he was a child. Bozer, John remembered. He was called Bozer. And he was a great dog. John always wanted such a dog. But of course he never got it. His parents were too poor.

“This is quite good, John,” Sherlock suddenly said, with astonishment and admiration in his voice.
John looked at him surprised. “You think so? I don’t know … I think I was better at it - sometime,” he said and laughed nervously.
“No. It’s really good,” Sherlock emphatised and walked away. In nothing but his damn sheet. John looked after him and felt very warm.

A few days later he realised, that he wanted to draw Sherlock’s face. It was a strong urge. He couldn’t really explain it, but he had to draw Sherlock. But of course he never really dared to ask his flatmate.
But one day, when they came home frome a case, full of adrenaline and nearly breathless, he finally gathered all his courage and said to Sherlock, “I want to draw you. If you’re alright with it.”
Sherlock frowned and asked, “But why would you want to draw me? I really don’t think, I’m a valuable model, John.”
John was speechless at first, and then he said, “You … you utter idiot. You don’t … You don’t even know that you’re damn handsome, right?!”
He was almost a bit shocked about his words. Maybe it was the adrenaline, which let him speak out the truth …

Sherlock stared at him, his mouth slightly open and his eyes full of surprise, mixed with a hint of suspicion. After a moment, he swallowed and then quietly said, “You think … you think, I’m handsome?”
John nodded furiously. “Of course I do. Christ. If you hadn’t said that you’re married to your work, I already would have asked you out a dozen times, but - well, I guess you wouldn’t even speak with me, if we weren’t flatmates,” he said and suddenly blushed - that was definitely too much, Watson you idiot! - and Sherlock … didn’t understand. Until he suddenly did.
“Oh,” he made.
John nodded again. Avoided his gaze. “Yeah. Oh. Oh, indeed.”
“Well,” Sherlock said slowly and scratched his neck nervously. “I … you know, I thought that you’re not … you know, not …”
“Gay?” John asked, and Sherlock nodded. “I’m bisexual,” John explained. “Figured it out when I was at university.”
Sherlock looked at him and then nodded. “There’s always something,” he said and smiled crookedly.
“Yeah,” John said, smiled too and then cleared his throat.

Suddenly, it feelt like something was … different.
There was something new between them.
Something, that made his skin tingle in a good way.

Sherlock suddenly said, “Okay.”
John looks at him in surprise. “Okay?”
“Okay, you can draw me,” Sherlock said. Then he frowned slightly. “And you don’t think that my face is … weird?”
“Of course not,” John said and then felt a hint of anger, because someone clearly must have said that once - maybe not only once … - to Sherlock. Sherlock who was gorgeous and deserved to be admired.
Sherlock looked at him attentively for a moment and nodded. “Okay. If you want to, you can start right now.”
“Oh. Great. Wonderful,” John answered and smiled brightly.

A few moments later, Sherlock sat in his armchair, and John sat opposite from him, with his drawingpad on his lap and a concentrated frown on his face.
Sherlock sat perfectly still and John drawed him in awe. It was the first time since years, that he drew someone, and he hoped that he at least got it a little bit right.

Later, when he was finished, Sherlock looked over his shoulder at the picture.
John licked his lips nervously. “Do you like it?” He finally asked, because Sherlock didn’t say anything.
Sherlock drew in a deep breath and then said softly, “It’s amazing. You’re very talented, John.”
John shrugged. “Well. You’re a perfect model.”
They smiled at each other.
Then Sherlock asked, “Dinner?”
“Starving,” John answered and grinned.

The next day, Sherlock hung up the picture at the wall in his room.

“Sunshine”

Summary: Abandoning a child is cruel, leaving deep craters in the hearts remaining family members. Bucky has experienced this stinging pain all too well. Will he wallow in the past or step up and become the daddy his daughter needs.

Word Count: 1,461

Warning: Parental abandonment, Swearing

Characters: Daddy! Bucky x Victoria Paige Barnes (daughter)

OFC: Steve, Tony, Wanda, Nat, Sam, Mrs. Watkins (Nanny), Lead Sales Associate Y/N

A/N: This is my entry for Tricia’s 1k challenge. I really hope you enjoy it. Again, CONGRATULATIONS!!!!

Prompt: I won’t let anything hurt you ever again

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Songs for sun+moon combos

Aries

Aries sun, Aries moon: Greek Tragedy-The Wombats
Aries sun, Taurus moon: Lisztomania- Phoenix
Aries sun, Gemini moon: I Can Talk- Two Door Cinema Club
Aries sun, Cancer moon: Mountain At My Gates- Foals
Aries sun, Leo moon: Waste a Moment-Kings Of Leon
Aries sun, Virgo moon: You’ve Got Something- The Jungle Giants
Aries sun, Libra moon: Indigo Puff- Sundara Karma
Aries sun, Scorpio moon: Seven Nation Army- The White Stripes
Aries sun, Sagittarius moon: The Fire- Bishop Briggs
Aries sun, Capricorn moon: XXX 88- MØ
Aries sun, Aquarius moon: Time To Pretend- MGMT
Aries sun, Pisces moon: A Dustland Fairytale- The Killers

Taurus

Taurus sun, Aries moon: Gold- Sir Sly
Taurus sun, Taurus moon: Anchor- Novo Amor
Taurus sun, Gemini moon: Unbelievers- Vampire Weekend
Taurus sun, Cancer moon: The Love Club- Lorde
Taurus sun, Leo moon: Electric Love-BØRNS
Taurus sun, Virgo moon: Tessellate- alt-J
Taurus sun, Libra moon: Strong- London Grammar
Taurus sun, Scorpio moon: Grave Digger- Matt Maeson
Taurus sun, Sagittarius moon: Live For The Moment-The Sherlocks
Taurus sun, Capricorn moon: The Funeral-Band of Horses
Taurus sun, Aquarius moon: What You Know- Two Door Cinema Club
Taurus sun, Pisces moon: Dark Matter-Andrew Belle

Gemini

Gemini sun, Aries moon: Tyrants- Catfish and the Bottlemen
Gemini sun, Taurus moon: Spirits- The Strumbellas
Gemini sun, Gemini moon: Diet Soda Society- The Maine
Gemini sun, Cancer moon: Round and Round-Imagine Dragons
Gemini sun, Leo moon: Gold- Marina and the Diamonds
Gemini sun, Virgo moon: How Do You Feel?-The Maine
Gemini sun, Libra moon: Rose-Colored Boy- Paramore
Gemini sun, Scorpio moon: Young & Unafraid- The Moth & The Flame
Gemini sun, Sagittarius moon: Broken vow- The Kooks
Gemini sun, Capricorn moon: Something Good Can Work- Two Door Cinema Club
Gemini sun, Aquarius moon: Junk of the Heart (Happy)-The Kooks
Gemini sun, Pisces moon: Kids- MGMT

Cancer

Cancer sun, Aries moon: If U Love Me Now- MUNA
Cancer sun, Taurus moon: True Care- James Vincent McMorrow
Cancer sun, Gemini moon: It Works Itself Out- Half Moon Run
Cancer sun, Cancer moon: Cherry Wine- Overcoats
Cancer sun, Leo moon: Into The Black- Chromatics
Cancer sun, Virgo moon: Mother & Father- Broods
Cancer sun, Libra moon: Empty hands- Mother Mother
Cancer sun, Scorpio moon: Nothing to No One- Gin Wigmore
Cancer sun, Sagittarius moon: Young Blood- Noah Kahan
Cancer sun, Capricorn moon: The Wreck- Delta Spirit
Cancer sun, Aquarius moon: Life on Mars- AURORA
Cancer sun, Pisces moon: Matilda- Alt-J

Leo

Leo sun, Aries moon: Fire rides- MØ
Leo sun, Taurus moon: Ready- Kodaline
Leo sun, Gemini moon: Greetings from Califournia- The Neighbourhood
Leo sun, Cancer moon: Pink+White- Frank Ocean
Leo sun, Leo moon: Lets Dance To Joy Division- The Wombats
Leo sun, Virgo moon: Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene- Hozier
Leo sun, Libra moon: Piledriver waltz- Alex Turner
Leo sun, Scorpio moon: Feeling Good- Muse
Leo sun, Sagittarius moon: Always Where I Need To Be-The Kooks
Leo sun, Capricorn moon: Chelsea Dagger- The Fratellis
Leo sun, Aquarius moon:  Jungle- Tash Sultana
Leo sun, Pisces moon: Learn To Let Go- Kesha

Virgo

Virgo sun, Aries moon: Sensible Heart- City and Colour
Virgo sun, Taurus moon: Chasin’-Cub Sport
Virgo sun, Gemini moon: The Draw- Bastille
Virgo sun, Cancer moon: Unbearable Light- DAUNT
Virgo sun, Leo moon: 17-Youth Lagoon
Virgo sun, Virgo moon: Towers- Bon Iver
Virgo sun, Libra moon: Opera House- Cigarettes After Sex
Virgo sun, Scorpio moon: Small things-Ben Howard
Virgo sun, Sagittarius moon: Dreamer- Adna
Virgo sun, Capricorn moon: Smile Like You Mean It-The Killers
Virgo sun, Aquarius moon: Sleepyhead- Passion Pit
Virgo sun, Pisces moon: Buzzcut Season- Lorde

Libra

Libra sun, Aries moon: I Dare You- the xx
Libra sun, Taurus moon: Soul to Squeeze- Red Hot Chilli Peppers
Libra sun, Gemini moon: Jilted Lovers & Broken Hearts- Brandon Flowers
Libra sun, Cancer moon: A Dream of You and Me- Future Islands
Libra sun, Leo moon: Someday- The Strokes
Libra sun, Virgo moon: It’s Alright- Fractures
Libra sun, Libra moon: Whistle For The Choir- The Fratellis
Libra sun, Scorpio moon: Misunderstood- Youth Club
Libra sun Sagittarius moon: Little Wanderer- Death Cab for Cutie
Libra sun Capricorn moon: Four Walls- Broods
Libra sun, Aquarius moon: For What It’s Worth- Liam Gallagher
Libra sun, Pisces moon: R.I.P 2 My Youth- The Neighbourhood

Scorpio

Scorpio sun, Aries moon: Aint No Rest for the Wicked- Cage The Elephant
Scorpio sun, Taurus moon: Suck It and See-Arctic Monkeys
Scorpio sun, Gemini moon: A Little Death- The Neighbourhood
Scorpio sun, Cancer moon: I Follow Rivers- Lykke Li
Scorpio sun, Leo moon: What Am I Becoming?-POP etc
Scorpio sun, Virgo moon: Black Mambo- Glass Animals
Scorpio sun, Libra moon: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out- The Smiths
Scorpio sun, Scorpio moon: Dark Necessities- Red Hot Chilli Peppers
Scorpio sun, Sagittarius moon: Arsonist’s Lullabye- Hozier
Scorpio sun, Capricorn moon: Off She Goes- Bad Suns
Scorpio sun, Aquarius moon: Graveyard Whistling- Nothing But Thieves
Scorpio sun, Pisces moon: Sleep Forever-Portugal. The Man

Sagittarius

Sagittarius sun, Aries moon: Leather Jacket- Arkells
Sagittarius sun, Taurus moon: Habits Of My Heart- Jaymes Young
Sagittarius sun, Gemini moon: Dug My Heart- BØRNS
Sagittarius sun, Cancer moon: Mt. Washington- Local Natives
Sagittarius sun, Leo moon: You Only Live Once-The Strokes
Sagittarius sun, Virgo moon: Entropy- Grimes, Bleachers
Sagittarius sun, Libra moon: Cigarette Daydreams-Cage the Elephant
Sagittarius sun, Scorpio moon: Reptilla- The Strokes
Sagittarius sun, Sagittarius moon: Edge of Town- Middle Kids
Sagittarius sun, Capricorn moon: Houdini- Foster The People
Sagittarius sun, Aquarius moon: Magnetised-Tom Odell
Sagittarius sun, Pisces moon: Midnight City-M83

Capricorn

Capricorn sun, Aries moon: UGH!- The 1975
Capricorn sun, Taurus moon: Feel Something- Jaymes Young
Capricorn sun, Gemini moon: Fake Happy- Paramore
Capricorn sun, Cancer moon: To Be Alone-Ben Howard
Capricorn sun, Leo moon: Life Itself- Glass Animals
Capricorn sun, Virgo moon: $ting- the neighbourhood
Capricorn sun, Libra moon: Winter- Pvris
Capricorn sun, Scorpio moon: Cruel World- Phantogram
Capricorn sun, Sagittarius moon: Train- Brick+Mortar 
Capricorn sun, Capricorn moon: Shattered & Hollow- First Aid Kit
Capricorn sun,Aquarius moon: Oh No!-Marina and the diamonds
Capricorn sun, Pisces moon: Bloom-The Paper Kites

Aquarius

Aquarius sun, Aries moon: Black Butterflies and Deja Vu- The Maine
Aquarius sun, Taurus moon: California Numb- Cloves
Aquarius sun, Gemini moon: Driving- Wanderer
Aquarius sun, Cancer moon: Your Life Your Call- Junip
Aquarius sun, Leo moon: Second Guessing Games-Colony House
Aquarius sun, Virgo moon: Made Of Stone- Daughter
Aquarius sun, Libra moon: Sing of the Moon-The Collection
Aquarius sun, Scorpio moon: Narrow Margins-Half Moon Run
Aquarius sun, Sagittarius moon: Beautifully Unconventional- Wolf Alice
Aquarius sun, Capricorn moon: She Moves In Her Own Way- The Kooks
Aquarius sun, Aquarius moon: 10,000 Emerald Pools- BØRNS
Aquarius sun, Pisces moon: Simple Song- The Shins

Pisces 

Pisces sun, Aries moon: Deadcrush- alt-J
Pisces sun, Taurus moon: Overthinking- Adna
Pisces sun, Gemini moon: Set Me Free- Charli XCX
Pisces sun, Cancer moon: Naive-The Kooks
Pisces sun, Leo moon: Sedona- Houndmouth
Pisces sun, Virgo moon: Blush- Wolf Alice
Pisces sun, Libra moon: Loveless- Lo Moon
Pisces sun, Scorpio moon: Empty- Pvris
Pisces sun, Sagittarius moon: Be Who You Are-The Kooks
Pisces sun, Capricorn moon: Half- Pvris
Pisces sun, Aquarius moon: Nitesky- Robert Koch
Pisces sun, Pisces moon: The Forgotten- Greenday

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“I want you to take my virginity.”
“What the fuck did you just ask me, Kim Taehyung?”

or, alternatively:

you’re not actually supposed to take your bestfriend’s virginity when he asks, right?

pairing: kim taehyung x reader 
genre: attempt at crack, eventual smut, college au
warnings: sexual jokes (like a cringe-worthy amount)
words: 9,582k
part: 01/03

out of context quote:
[9:52 am] Taehyung:  ___\o/___ me drowning in ur pussy lol 




“I want you to take my virginity.”



You’ve just taken a gulp of your pulp-included orange juice when Taehyung says this. He’s sitting across from you in the cafeteria of the University you both attend - have attended for the past two years.



His brown coffee coated eyes are staring directly into yours - a serious expression written across his features that tells you what he’s just spoken was said in nothing but pure seriousness.



And he says it so nonchalantly - so earnestly, that you do the only thing you can think of.



A perfectly reasonable reaction after hearing that your best friend, the boy you’ve been in love with for over two years - wants you to take his virginity.



You spit your orange juice out all over him.


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Sleep tight

“This is ridiculous!”

For once in his life, Harry heartily agreed with Malfoy. This really was ridiculous. What was Dumbledore thinking? True, things had gone a bit out of hand after the last Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin but that didn’t justify… this!

“How am I supposed to concentrate on my O.W.L.s when I have to put up with a bunch of pillocks?!”

“Stop complaining, Malfoy. It won’t change anything,” Terry Boot called from across the dorm. Their newly shared dorm. One student from each house, that was the new rule. Dumbledore had announced it two weeks ago and Harry’s only consolation was that he was still in Gryffindor tower, in his own bed, while the other Gryffindors had moved into other dorms.

Harry still wasn’t convinced this would do anything for house unity. So far, Malfoy had picked a fight with Terry every time they were in the same room and he had even tried to hex Justin Finch-Fletchley once. As much as it annoyed Harry, at least it diverted Malfoy’s attention away from him. He really wasn’t in the mood to fight. He missed Ron. Seeing him in classes but not sharing a dorm just wasn’t the same.

“Potter! Get your filthy Quidditch robes away from my bed,” Malfoy growled, nudging the red and gold robes on the floor with his foot. Harry rolled his eyes.

“Will you relax? They’re nowhere near your bed,” Harry said exasperatedly.

“They are on my side of the room. Have you forgotten everything I told you about boundaries?” Malfoy fumed, drawing an invisible line between their beds with his hand, as he had done on their first day as dormmates.

Harry heard Terry snort.

“You’re one to talk,” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that”? Malfoy whirled around and gave Terry a dangerous look. Harry expected them to have another shouting match but Terry just shook his head and waved a dismissive hand in the air.

“If you have something to say, just say it!” Malfoy approached Terry, his hands on his hips.

“You of all people do not want me to say this out loud, believe me,” Terry said unblinking. Malfoy scrutinised him and Harry noticed a strange expression flicker across his face. “Unless you want to explain why these boundaries don’t seem to apply to you. Especially-”

“Are you trying to blackmail me? With something that you clearly imagined?” Malfoy interrupted him. His body was rigid and his face was inches away from Terry’s. The Ravenclaw smirked, his eyes darting over to Harry and then back to Malfoy.

“You know, Malfoy,” Terry said, crossing his arms in front of his chest, a smug expression on his face. “I always suspected you’d feel right at home in the Gryffindor dorms but I had no idea you’d get that cosy.”

Harry reacted on instinct when he saw Malfoy draw his wand. He grabbed his own from the nightstand and pointed it at Malfoy.

“Expelliarmus,” he yelled. Malfoy’s wand flew across the room and Harry caught it with his free hand. “Seriously, Malfoy? What is wrong with you?” Harry watched as Malfoy’s shoulders slightly slumped. Without another word he stormed out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him.

“What was that all about?” Harry murmured. He gave Terry a puzzled look. The Ravenclaw just sighed.

“Honestly, I don’t want to get in the middle of this, but Malfoy just… ugh!” Terry stomped his foot once and shook his head. “It’s really between the two of you.”

“The two of us?” Harry couldn’t imagine a scenario in which he and Malfoy could be referred to as ‘the two of you’. All he and Malfoy ever did was fight. Or ignore each other. Well, pretend to ignore each other would probably be more accurate.

“I really don’t want to be hexed in my sleep,” Terry groaned. “But… maybe try to be a bit more alert tonight, Harry. That’s all I’m going to say.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck, completely at loss.

“Okay,” he mumbled, wondering what on earth Terry was on about.


Draco sighed as he leaned his head against Harry’s nightstand. It really wasn’t fair. He watched as Harry’s chest rose and fell steadily, his face looking softer than ever in the moonlight. Why did he have to be so beautiful? Slowly, his fingers rose to Harry’s forehead to brush his bangs out of his face. He looked so peaceful.

It really wasn’t Draco’s fault he stayed up night after night to watch Harry sleep like a total creep. The first time it had happened, Draco had been wakened by a soft whimper. Investigating it further, he had seen Harry all sweaty and thrashing in his bed. Draco had intended to wake him, but as soon as he had leaned down, Harry had grabbed him and had pulled him down.

At first, Draco hadn’t been sure if Harry was awake or still asleep. He had gone very still when Harry had clutched at him until he had finally wrapped him in his arms and had almost strangled Draco. His face had been pressed against Harry’s chest, the Gryffindor’s heartbeat drumming against his cheek. It had been the most amazing thing Draco had ever felt.

He hadn’t dared to fall asleep that night. Seeing as Harry had finally calmed down with Draco in his arms, Draco had supposed it would be better to stay there until dawn. With Harry being restless in the bed beside him, he wouldn’t have gotten much sleep anyway.

After that, Draco had made a habit of watching Harry sleep. His touch seemed to calm the Gryffindor whenever he seemed to have a bad dream. But he hadn’t pulled Draco into his bed again. Draco didn’t want to admit to himself that he was secretly waiting for it to happen once more but he found himself leaning closer to his so-called enemy with every passing night.

As his fingers continued to stroke the soft curls, he frowned. No, Harry wasn’t his enemy at night. During the day, Draco kept up his snarky attitude and his animosity. But at night, there was no need for that. At night, he could simply stare at the boy who made his heart beat faster, who made his scalp prickle and who was responsible for the smile Draco had to hide once dawn was breaking.

Sometimes, Draco wished he didn’t have to hide it, could show it openly and let the stupid git know.

It really wasn’t fair.


Harry held his breath when he felt Malfoy’s fingers brush his ear. His heartbeat picked up instantly and he was pretty sure he was blushing. His cheeks suddenly felt really hot, as did the rest of his body.

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My First Pride

I’ve been out as asexual since 2008, but until today, I’ve never dared to go to Pride. I didn’t think I’d be welcome. Boy, was I in for a nice surprise when I took the plunge and went to Dallas Pride today.

You could find almost every kind of flag on the steps of this church in the hours before Pride (the aro flag isn’t in this pic, but it was there!). The church itself was not only accepting, but welcoming, hosting a sermon about universal love before the parade, passing out water during the parade, and opening their building for people who needed a break from the late-summer Texas heat.

We were even represented in the parade itself (twice!).

Along with cowboys. This is Texas, after all.

And Canadians. XD

Met some fantastic new friends - at least ten new aces in total, plus plenty of awesome non-ace people!! Including the even-more-incredible-in-real-life Asexual Pirate! (Thanks again for the button, ribbon, and photo, @aroaceinyourface!)

When I first discovered my asexuality, I wasn’t sure if I would ever have something like this. If I would ever be able to go to Pride and talk to gay and lesbian people, bi people, pan people, trans people, genderqueer and nonbinary people, straight allies, and yes, other asexual (and aromantic) people, and confidently say, “I’m ace” without hesitation or even a need for explanation. As far as I know, only one older gay couple had to ask what “asexuality” meant, and they were polite and respectful.

So … thank you to the aces and allies who have made this community a place where I can finally come out and show my pride in public.

(And thanks again for letting me borrow your cape, Ian!)

It Ain’t Me: Part 9

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

Words: 2.2 K

Genre: Angst

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winter-and-little-brunettes  asked:

Oooo, for the prompt thing, what about Lance talking to Keith in a quiet moment where the BoM and Voltron are actually in the same room about why Keith really left... Like, what was the 'other' part of the reason Keith left? Lance probably thinks it has something to do with hiiimmmmmmm

Lance sits in the common room with Keith next to him. Their knees touch slightly. Lance sighs and listens to the sounds of Hunk hovering over something in the kitchen and Pidge entering some numbers into her laptop. Shiro confers quietly on the other side of the room with Allura, Kolivan, and a couple of other blades. The setting is familiar. It’s comfortable. Lance smiles to himself and turns to murmur something quietly to Keith when he pauses.

Ah. Of course. 

Where he eyes should meet shades of red he only sees purple. He sighs. Reality comes crushing back.

“Yes?” Keith waits expectantly. Lance shakes his head. His hand gently reaches out to lower Keith’s hood. His fingertips brush against his pale cheek. 

“God, pull this down when you’re in here. Your cool, mysterious act fools no one.” Lance smirks. Keith pulls his face away with a pout.

“Just hiding my mullet from you.”

“You gonna try to grow it into a sweet braid?” Lance sneers. He nods over to where Kolivan stands. “Get a super long one like Kolivan and whip your enemies with it?” He moves his head in slow arcs like he’s in a shampoo commercial. Keith frowns… then caves. He smiles shyly.

“No, that would be a huge disadvantage. Enemies could grab me by it.”

“You should tie your knife to the end of it and just SCHWING! SCHWIP!”

Keith laughs at Lance’s sound effects. He can’t remember the last time he laughed like this. 

“Keith! Are you paying attention?” Kolivan turns over his shoulder. Imposing and serious as always. 

“Yes sir!” Keith sits up. Kolivan nods, then resumes talking to Shiro. 

“Jeez,” Lance scoots close so that their sides are against each other. His breath fans against Keith’s ear.

“No fun allowed.”

“You don’t get to be leader by telling jokes.” Keith chuckles. He lets his head turn and he realises how incredibly close he is to Lance. Lance’s expression is relaxed and looks at Keith with lidded eyes and a lazy smile.

“Are you having fun?”

“W….what?” Keith’s pulse starts to hammer. Had he been caught staring.

“With the blades. Are you having fun there?” Lance’s eyes narrow curiously. Keith relaxes. He doesn’t pull away when Lance slides his arm behind him on the couch. 

“Fun is… not the word I’d use…”

“Come back then.”

“I can’t…”

“Keith…”

“Lance…” Keith sighs. “I’m needed there.”

“We need you here.”

“No you don’t, I’m superfluous. We have six paladins and only five lions. Shiro is a better leader than me so…”

“So I’ll sit out!”

“No!” Keith suddenly reaches for Lance’s arm. He grips it tightly. His eyes look panicked. “No I don’t want that.”

Lance scowls. His mouth forms a hard line and he pulls his arm away. 

“Is that what this is all about?” His voice is dangerously low. “You leaving just so I get a lion?”

“No! No!” Keith shakes his head aggressively. “Lance I…”

“Please, Keith please don’t be the reason you left.” This time it’s Lance that initiates the contact. He gently touches Keith’s thigh. It’s warm. Keith heaves out a long sigh.

“Lance… you are much more important to this team then you realise.” Keith picks up his gaze and forces a smile. “That day… when you came to me and told me about how we need our best paladins to make our strongest team?” He huffs a humourless laugh. 

“I never doubted that you would be in a lion. You are one of our best, Lance. I said to not worry about it, because I knew that you would always be in a lion. Maybe not blue, maybe not even Red but…” Keith smiles. He puts his hand on top of Lance’s. Lance stares dumbstruck.

“You’ll always be needed in Voltron.” Keith smiles wider. 

“We need you too.” Lance leans closer. Keith shakes his head.

“I’m just a pilot. And good at stabbing things, but you…” Keith leans forward. He dares to cup lance’s cheek with his hand. Lance blushes up to his ears.

“Lance you do things that I could never do. You lift the team up. You’re good with plans and knowing when to fight and when to run. You keep this team together.”

“Then why can’t I keep you?”

Keith’s hand drops. He feels floored. Air escapes his lungs in a rush. He blinks several times as he tries to compose himself. As he tries to build up his walls again in the face of Lance’s brutal honesty.

“I didn’t leave so you could stay.” He swallows. “But I knew I could leave, because the team still had you and Shiro.”

Lance pouts. He’s not satisfied but he knows this isn’t the place to argue. He falls forward until his head thumps against Keith’s shoulder.

“Come back in one piece, you hear?”

Keith wraps his arms around Lance’s middle. He tries to burn the feel of his jacket, the warmth, the weight against his chest into his memory. He isn’t sure when the next time he’ll be able to do this again. 

“I will.”

Lance chuckles. It surprises Keith.

“I can’t believe you’re not embarrassed hugging me in front of your new dad.”

“He’s not my new dad.”

“But do you think he’ll yell at you if he sees you getting sentimental?”

Keith hums.

“Yeah, but I’ll fight him.” He chuckles and squeezes Lance tighter.

“My money’s on Kolivan.”

“Hey,”

“Dude, you’re tiny. Have you seen you with the other blades? It’s hilarious.” Lance laughs into Keith’s chest. It’s warm and rumbles pleasantly. Keith smiles and melts further into the couch. 

anonymous asked:

Okay but just think of the dozens of Sterek fics that will come from that small scene of Stiles saying blindness is his biggest fear and Derek questioning him. I can just imagine one with Derek hearing Stiles heartbeat stutter and later confronting him about it and Stiles being all like 'of course it's not my biggest fear, don't you know me at all? My biggest fear is losing you again, watching you bleed out and not being able to do anything about it, not being able to save you.'

Derek’s eyes linger after Stiles looks away, his body shifting restless, fingers clenching and loosing in a twitch across the exam table. The lie hangs bright and obvious in the air –– less in the absent hitch of heartbeat or the burn of nerves that don’t taste quite like embarrassment or like fear. Derek could explain those things away in context if he tried, but he can’t explain the way the words fail to line up with everything he knows he knows about Stiles.

“Becoming blind?”

“Yeah… terrified of it. Always have been.

He wonders if it’s as obvious to Scott as it is to him, but the rest of the group’s already moved on, not missing a beat, focus shifted back to the problem at hand while Stiles re-centers. His pulse sharpens again and his eyes lift back to Derek, flicking up and away before moving back to Scott again, sliding seamless back into the conversation.

Derek shakes off the strangeness, and follows him.

.-

“Why did you lie in there?”

Stiles’ step falters on the question, and the resigned set of his shoulders tell Derek he’d been expecting this and hoping every bit as much to avoid it. Derek almost wants to take it back, tell Stiles is doesn’t matter, let whatever horror lives in the darkest place of Stiles’ heart lie there undisturbed… but this is too important.

He crosses his arms, keeping his tone and stance indifferent like that might make this conversation any easier.

“We need to know what’s coming, Stiles. When these things manifest, it’s not just going to be your fear anymore. It could threaten everyone.”

He’s not expecting the laugh that punches out of Stiles, harsh and thin and edged bitter enough to make Derek’s unaffected stance falter.

“Don’t you think I know that?”

Dark masks and fireflies float through Derek’s mind. A too-pale stranger with Stiles’ face and cold, ancient eyes. A huge lizard with paralyzing claws, and too-wet breaths as water threatened to pull them downward. A misshapen wolf with crimson eyes and spittle-laced breath, and an image of ghostly horsemen Derek had never seen, only heard of in Peter’s stories.

Derek could stab guesses at Stiles’ worst fears, could conjure up possibilities in Stiles’ quaking hands and nervous eyes as they darted out to the empty parking lot, looking for an escape before moving reluctant back to Derek. But he couldn’t know, and he needed to know, especially if it was something that could hurt the group.

…Especially if there was a way he could help Stiles prepare for it.

When it comes, he’s the one who’s unprepared.

“I can’t lose you again,” punches out rough and shaken, stunning Derek into stillness. Salt stings the air as tears well, and Stiles looks away on a wet breath, hand raking into his hair and tugging. “You were… dying and I walked away. I had to, there was nothing I could–– And then you were just gone afterward and I knew you were fine, I knew it was better that way but… fuck, Derek. It felt like you’d died some days.”

The tear tracks down and Derek feels his head shaking, arms falling from their faux-casual cross. The words are ringing through his mind, rattling around in a way that makes no sense and makes too much sense, echoes something too raw and honest inside him and he steps forward, “Stiles…” falling out soft, but Stiles is rocking a step back, shaking his head and swiping rough at the tear. Derek lets him retreat.

“My mom died in front of me.” This confession falls out soft, and Stiles’ shoulders shrink in against the sting of them. He looks small again, sixteen or years younger, and it takes an effort not to move in and shelter him from the sting of his own words. “And I just… I couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t save her. Do you know how that––” He cuts off, because he knows Derek knows. Derek understands that feeling better than anyone. It’s a bond Derek’s always wished they didn’t share.

Stiles shakes his head, blinking quick.

“Fuck, I can’t go through that again, ok? If these things are bringing our worst fears to life then I’m better off away from it, for everyone’s sake. What if it kills you because of me, because–– I can’t watch someone else I love die.”

The words hang. Stiles has gone strangely still suddenly. In the clinic, some young pup sets up howling.

“…You love?” Because Stiles had been talking about his mother, but he’d also been talking about Derek. About losing loved ones, and that…

Stiles’ breath hisses out, body tensing up defensive and challenging. His hands ball up, shoulders setting broad again, and it feels like every argument they’ve ever had when Stiles meets his eyes, daring him to doubt the revelations he’d just laid out.

Derek had learned a long time ago not to doubt Stiles.

“Don’t be an idiot,” he says, like it’s obvious. Like it’s some undeniable fact that Stiles loves him, fears losing him, that in all the nightmares of Stiles’ life, losing Derek could rest in anywhere near the same category as possession or dementia, or his mother’s death. But Stiles has always been afraid of losing people he loved, of not being able to save them… and Derek is one of those people. 

Derek is the person Stiles couldn’t look at while thinking about loss.

He moves forward a step, and Stiles doesn’t retreat this time, amber eyes locked with an expression that’s caught somewhere between challenge and pleading.

It’s one of the most terrifying moments of Derek’s life as he lifts his hand to Stiles’ cheek, and the most natural thing in the world once it’s resting there.

“I’ve died before,” he reminds Stiles, softly. “That’s not about to beat me. I’ll always come back… for you.”

“For me?” Stiles sounds breathless, doubt and hope warring as Derek’s thumb brushes over his tear-streaked cheek.

Derek tilts his head, warmth touching his eyes.

“Don’t be an idiot.”

When Stiles grins and presses their lips together, Derek forgets what it’s like to be afraid.

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Rated (SM) for slightly mature.


Seokjin 

➸ There was nothing rushed during your little shower session, Jin was definitely going to take his time with you. Thankful he had time off to spend with you, he wanted to make it last for a long as he could - from slow kisses to the slow rhythm of his hips as he easily slid into your entrance. Soft moans would fall from each of your lips as they barely separated from one another, you hands caressing his face while his would travel from your thighs, hips, to waist. He didn’t leave any patch of skin untouched, neither did you. Everything about this moment was perfect and filled with bliss. It was as if the whole world had stopped for the two of you…but unfortunately, that’s unrealistic thinking. 

“Could you two stop blowing up the goddamn water bill?” 

Jin nearly drops you at the sound of Yoongi’s voice, you letting out a small squeak as he presses you even farther into the wall, his chest smushing into yours to hide you away from the sudden intruder. 

“Yah, Suga! Why didn’t you knock, that’s so rude!” 

“So is using up all the hot water. Do it in the bedroom, like normal fucking people.” 

Yoongi 

➸ You’ve been needy all day, and when he was finally home, you weren’t wasting a second more. He wasn’t complaining - hell - he was hoping you were in the mood anyways. Things didn’t take long to escalate as Yoongi had no trouble taking you from behind, smirking lazily at the sounds you didn’t even bother to cover up. 

“That’s it, baby, let me hear how good you feel…” 

Constant whispers of unholy things were enough to increase the volume of your moans, not taking into consideration that you two wouldn’t exactly be alone for much longer. Not even 30 seconds have passed when a harsh knock came to the door, but Yoongi didn’t falter into his thrusts - he didn’t even stop. As he continued to pound into you, he answered to whoever was at the door. 

“I’m busy.” 

“Yeah, we know! We all heard you from the front door! The FRONT DOOR, Yoongi! Could you keep it down a little?” 

Min Yoongi grins so devilishly at the back of your head, you could feel chills run down your spine. Gripping your hair tightly to tug your neck backward, you could now see the mischievous look in his eyes; he was up to no good. 

“Sure, no problem.” Without even missing a beat, Yoongi starts back up again at an inhuman amount of speed, finally hitting that one spot over and over again that both made you see stars, and scream at the top of your lungs. By now, the neighbors could probably hear the two of you as well. 

“Is this down enough for you?” They could practically hear his shit-eating grin, all glaring at the door as it seemed that now there was no stopping him. 

He was smart enough to lock the door. 

Namjoon 

➸ The two of you just couldn’t wait; didn’t even get fully undressed until after you stepped into the shower. Namjoon watched you intensely as he undressed you from your now drenched shirt, licking his lips at the mere sight of the water dripping down your body rapidly. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you, jagi…” He groans before pulling you closer to continue the make-out session you started in the living room. Reaching in between the two of you, you eagerly gripped his already throbbing member causing a strained moan to escape past his lips in surprise. 

Namjoon practically panted in your mouth as your pace picked up in no time, him letting you touch him for as long as you wanted as he placed one hand to the wall to keep his balance. 

“Namjoon, did you break my headphon-OH. OH OH OH I AM SO SORRY. IGNORE ME, YOU SEEM BUSY, ILL ASK LATER BYE.” Hoseok flailed, almost slipping on the rug on his way out, almost forgetting where the door knob was as he dramatically exited the bathroom. 

Both you and Namjoon stared at the door with raised eyebrows, him shrugging his shoulders while you giggled softly while shaking your head. That small interruption didn’t kill the mood at all for the two of you, as he stared down at you with lust filled eyes and a slanted smirk. 

“On your knees, babygirl.” 

Hoseok

➸ It was the end of your anniversary date, which consisted of dinner and a movie. He wanted the night to be perfect, and boy did he deliver. Hoseok was nothing but romantic and gentle with you all night, everything just all cuddly and calm. The warm water that cascaded down your still clothed figures felt so relaxing - his soft kisses that trailed from the side of your face to your neck almost had you practically melting in his arms. Your hands ran through his damp hair, while his were placed firmly on your hips, as the two of you basically slow danced in the shower. 

“You’re too good for me, Hobi…how did I get so lucky?” 

He chuckles softly, now nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. “That’s my line, jagi…I should be asking you that.” 

It didn’t take long for his sweet kisses to turn into sucks, as he marked all of your favorite spots that he’s memorized all too well. Your bite your lip to keep quiet, knowing good and well that the others were in the bed by now…or were they? 

“I’m telling you, Jin-hyung, I turned off the shower an hour ag-OH HOLY SHIT!” As quick as the door came open, it was slammed shut. You and Hoseok now stared at the door in pure horror, covering each other up - even though neither of you was naked yet. Quickly turning off the shower, Hoseok steps out right as Jin opened the door once again - only this time with his eyes covered. By now, Jungkook ran back to his room in embarrassment. 

“I don’t care what you two were about to do in here, it’s none of my business. But, for the sake of Jungkook, and my innocent eyeballs - could you lock the door next time?” 

Jimin 

➸ Just like Hoseok, it was more a soothing type of shower session between the two of you. He sat on the shower bench while you straddled his lap, your bra still intact as Jimin just teased the straps, him smiling teasingly in the kiss as you hissed at him when he would tug it far, only to then let them snap back against your wet skin. 

“Jimin, I swear to God if you do that one more time, I’ll-”

“You’ll what, baby, huh?” His smile drops as he dared you to finish that threat, the hands that were placed upon your upper back now dangerously low on your ass - giving you a warning squeeze. “Did you forget who you talking to for a moment there? Does daddy need to punish you?” 

Before you could even respond, you could see the color drain from his face as his eyes drifted to something that was behind you. Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you turn to see what he was looking at, only to let out a scream in shock. Taehyung stood there in complete horror, unfortunately walking in at the wrong time. 

“I-I…I have no words…”

“Tae…how much did you hear?” Jimin gulps, afraid that his friend might have just discovered a little too much about himself. 

“Enough to where I want to shove pencils in my ears. Dinner’s ready, by the way, but it looks to me you’re already about to eat-”

“Y A H.” Jimin exclaims, Tae shooting his hands up in surrender as he starts to exit the bathroom with still a look of horror on his face. “Don’t tell anyone about this, please. I’m begging you.”

He shrugs, a small smirk starting to creep upon his lips. “Will daddy punish me if I do-”

“sTOP.” 

Taehyung 

➸ It was, at first, a solo shower. You had just gotten home from work, your day already starting off shitty - but that really took the cake. Not only did most of your co-workers call in sick, but they did it on the day where you have the most crowds. You were practically drowning in stress that you almost punched a costumer in the face. In conclusion : worst day ever. 

The dorm was empty by the time you got there, mentally thanking the man up in the sky that at least you came home to some peace and quiet for once. The warm water was exactly what you needed, but yet it wasn’t enough to fully relax you. Sighing heavily at the fact of not being completely satisfied, you lean forward to turn the water off - feeling defeat. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of cold hand grab your waist, and spin you around did you accidentally turn it to freezing ice water before letting out a small scream. Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to seal you screams with a kiss, letting you register that it was only him as you finally calmed down. 

“You jackass, don’t do that! One of these days I’m gonna stab you!” You couldn’t help but giggle as he started placing kisses all over your face, your lips trembling as the cold water draped over your bodies. 

“With what? Soap? Your shampoo bottle?” He teased, while continuing to place kisses anywhere and everywhere. “You looked a little down, so you can’t tell me that didn’t brighten you mood up just a little bit, jagi.” 

You wanted to punch him for almost giving you a heart attack, but you were happy to see him. Taehyung was actually the last puzzle piece to help turn this sour day back to sweet. Leaning into him closer to further his pecks into something more, the door to the bathroom was practically kicked in, and in came six out of the seven members as they all rushed into the small bathroom - Jimin holding a bat, while Hoseok started swinging at the air. 

“Y/n! Are you alright?! We heard you scream and- oh.” Namjoon pushed his way in, only to see that it wasn’t what they thought at all. “Seriously? Why can’t you do this at your own place - some of us have to shower in there, too!” 

Jungkook 

➸ You moaned into his mouth shamelessly at the pleasure he was giving you, the rushed movements of your mouths only making the bathroom much more steamier than the hot water. He wanted to use up all the time he had with you, knowing that his hyungs would be home soon, Jungkook wanted to use this opportunity to make noise as much as possibly. With one hand he held your wrists together, while the other rubbed your clit in slow circles, the water giving spectacular lubrication as you whimpered at the feeling. 

“Jungkook…p-please…” 

“Please what, Y/n? You’re gonna have to be more specific~” 

“Please g-go faster, please..!” You would cry, the teasing no longer tolerable as you were now reduced to begging. You would give anything to cum, even so much as scream his name while his hyungs were home. Be careful what you wish for. 

“Jungkook, are you watching porn again?” Jimin opens the door, only for both his eyes and mouth to completely bust wide open in shock. Jungkook being Jungkook quickly pulled away from you to cover himself up - only to then realize that you were naked as well, to then cover you up away from Jimin’s amused stare. 

“J-Jimin, don’t tell Jin-hyung! W-We were just uh…saving water?” 

“Oh, don’t worry, Kookie. I won’t tell him that you’re committing unholy things in his bathroom.” Not even five seconds later, “SEOKJIN! GUESS WHO’S MAKING BABIES IN YOUR SHOWER.” 

Jungkook, not even giving a shit anymore, would practically run after Jimin naked - leaving you to stand in there confused and sexually frustrated. 

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“Oh, Jungkook! Hey!” You gave a weak smile and waved your hand. You then noticed Y/F/N standing behind him, an amused look on her face. Of course she was here.

Giving a confused wave back, he asked again, “Did you want to tell me something?”

Jimin nudged you with his elbow while Taehyung looked at you with side eyes, signaling you to speak. Shaking your head, you chuckled, “Nope.”

“You sure? I thought I heard you say–”

“Kookie, she said no. Can we go now, please?” Y/F/N whined, tugging at Jungkook’s long sleeved shirt. You remembered that shirt. That was the shirt he wore when you two got pizza one night on a quest to find his pen pal. You were both laughing at something silly and he ended up with lemonade all over it. You mentally shook your head at the wrong timing for remembering a nice memory.

“Y/F/N,” Jungkook sighed. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, you were no longer frowning. He seemed annoyed. 

“Well? Tell him Y/N, you don’t have anything to say,” Y/F/N gestured you to continue. 

Just as you were about to speak, Jimin interjected. “And if I remember, it was Jungkook asking the question, not you, bitch.” 

You gaped at what Jimin said while Jungkook shouted, “Hyung!”

You looked at Y/F/N who was red in the face and staring straight at you. Don’t you dare, she spoke with her beady eyes.

“Go on, Y/N, tell him,” Taehyung urged, pushing you froward towards Jungkook. He adjusted the beanie on his head, looking between the three of you, confused as hell. 

“Tell me what?”

You looked down and Jimin sighed. If you weren’t going to tell him, he was. “That that girl over there? Yeah, she isn’t your pen pal!”

Jungkook flicked his eyes toward Y/F/N, who placed a hand on her heart as if accused of murder. 

“How can you say that? She is.”

“Really, and when was the last time you actually texted her through the pen pal email, hm?”

“Not since I got her number but–”

“Try it, then. Text her. See if Y/F/N’s phone dings,” Taehyung crossed his arms, staring at the phone in Jungkook’s hand. Boys, what are you doing, you thought.

“Why would I need to prove that? She knows me like my pen pal knows me.”

“But does she act the same way? Certain obvious compatible aspects of your pen pal, she might act like. But really, if you met her without knowing she was your pen pal, would you believe that? I don’t think so. And I don’t think you do either. There’s something off about her, right? She’s too…forced.” Jimin gazed over at you. You were fiddling with your fingers avoiding eye contact with Jungkook.

“What are you saying?”

“That she’s not your pen pal! She’s not the girl you’ve grown to like so much!” Taehyung sighed, exasperated. “Just text her.”

Jungkook began to unlock his phone, eyes flickering to you. What did you have to do with all of this? Was it because Y/F/N was your friend?

He typed a simple message and heard the send sound from his phone. Closing your eyes in anticipation, you waited.

Then, your phone dinged.

All eyes were on you and you slowly reached into your back pocket. Turning on the phone the name, ‘Jungkookieeeee’ was seen with his message underneath. It was a simple question mark. 

Looking back up at Jungkook, you could only say two words, “I’m sorry,” and rushed out like your life depended on it. Why were you so cowardly sometimes? Why did you always run away from your problems in hopes of them never following you?


Jungkook watched as you shoved past him, his hand nearly grabbing your wrist but you slipped away. His heart shattered.

“There. Now you know,” Jimin said. 

“I’m gonna go find Y/N,” Taehyung spoke, softly, and swiftly left the library.

“It was Y/N?” Was the first thing to exit Jungkook’s mouth. Then it struck him as if it were obvious. Both you and his pen pal understood him in ways nobody else has. When others would make fun, you’d comfort. Sure, Y/F/N had that sarcastic nature that his pen pal had, a quite forced one, but she was no you.

You did it without even trying. You were witty and never failed to make him laugh, even while he was in distress. Then he realized, once he let you go, he didn’t do much laughing anymore. Most of the laughs he shared with Y/F/N were fake and forced, almost like he wanted them to be true since she was his pen pal after all. 

“It was this whole time,” Jimin confirmed. Then Jungkook became angry. Turning to Y/F/N who looked terrified, he fumed “Why the hell would you do that?”

“Kookie,” She pleaded, reaching for his hand, which he yanked back. 

“No. How could you do that to not only me, but Y/N, your own friend?”

“How could you be defending her right now!? Either way she lied to you!”

“And you think if she told me the truth when she was ready that I wouldn’t accept it? That no matter what, I would hate her? I know Y/N. I’ve known Y/N for months. I know every habit, every small detail she probably doesn’t know about herself. And you think I’d let that–her–go because she failed to give me information? Sure, I wanted it bad as hell, but there’s two of us. She wasn’t ready and if I got mad, I would be being selfish. I have no right to be angry when she was uncomfortable with me knowing who she was. And here I am, in loss of one of my best friends. Hell, I was in love with her!”

It was then, Jungkook realized, just how much he cared for you. Not only in a way of a best friend. No, he cared about you a lot more than that. He used to want nothing more than for you to be in his arms. He wanted to be the reason you were smiling and laughing. 

And now he’s done the opposite. He pushed you away and caused you so much pain and loneliness. Oh, how much he wanted to go back to that first night when you were cuddled on your bed in your dorm room, unaffected to what was going on this moment. He wanted to hold you tighter than he ever did, bury his head in your neck, and never let go.

“You–you were?”

Nodding his head, Jungkook continued, “I was starting to even forget about my pen pal. I just used her as an excuse to hang out with Y/N. I don’t think you understand what you ripped from me. I betrayed her. She wanted to explain but it was because of you she couldn’t. She was so terrified of what you could do, what lies you would tell me, that she stayed quiet and allowed her to be used. She was suffering and it was all because of me,” Jungkook let out a breath of air.

“Even after lying to you, you’d still run back to her?” Y/F/N muttered.

“In a heartbeat.”

“I–I’m sorry. For everything.” 

“A simple sorry isn’t going to cut it for you. I don’t even know who you are. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to find my girl.”


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Part 13???👀(now that you’ll have to wait until possibly tmm forrrr)

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 5/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s):  Fluff & Angst

A/N: A scene is lowkey inspired by the perks of a wallflower in this chapter sksk enjoy you little cuties !! sorryforthewait

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Richie pulled over, smirking as he watched Eddie’s confusion grow.

“You stopped here?”

“Yep, now get out.” Richie hummed, before climbing out of the truck doorway- grabbing his keys and standing to his feet.

Eddie was confused, his head tilted as he climbed out and looked at his surroundings. What stood before him was a tall abandoned carpark building surrounded in intertwining railings, the strands of thin grass below standing tall and knee length to Eddie.

“This is an abandoned building.”

“Well done, captain K.” Richie spoke with sarcasm, hands in his pockets, “This is my hideout.”

Eddie stepped forward next to Richie, glancing at the wired railings that stood before them both. “So, how do you get into the hideout?”

Richie hummed yet again, walking along the side of the metal, his fingers trailing against each curve. His eyes fixated on a small gap that he used to climb through when he was younger. “I’m presuming you’re not a climber, right Eds?”

“I am not climbing that thing, no way.” Eddie folded his arms, “There should just be an entrance-”

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cute couple things — p.p.

summary : extended dating peter would include… ft. a bunch of random thoughts i had about peter being a cute soft boyfriend !!!

  • reads your favorite books and memorizes lines from them that he can sneak into conversations to make you smile :)
  • it’s v hard for him to not look at you when he’s with you he just always wants to be looking at your face
    • “it’s, like, really hard to stop staring at you”
    • “huh?”
    • “you’re so pretty i can’t stop looking wow”
  • lights up !!!! when you walk into a room even if he’s just seen you two minutes ago and you were only in the bathroom for like a second
  • kisses you all of your face whenever he can just infinite amounts of kisses pressed across your cheeks and your nose and your eyelids 
  • he doesn’t really do nicknames like he’s not a darling sort of person
  • if he’s gonna call you anything it’ll probably be babe/baby/pretty girl or something of that sort
  •  (i started the pretty girl trend on the low don’t @ me)
  • sometimes you call him bro and he gets so offended 
    • “listen,,, peter,,, bro,,,,”
    • y/NNNN i’m not bro!!!!!!”
    • “k bro”
    • “you’re the worst” 
  • his face resembles that of a disgruntled pouty kitten whenever you call him bro
  • in school he taps his cheek lightly while facing away from you until you give him a kiss there and does that periodically throughout the day until MJ throws a pencil at him
    • “peter enough she’s kissed you like fifty times in the past twenty minutes haven’t you had enough”
    • “it’s never enough”
  • hands down gives the best hugs ever!!!! sweetest, softest, warmest hugs that you never wanna leave and they leave you a blushy mess for hours
  • nerd who tells you that you’re prettier than any star in the sky
  • will fight for your honor even if it means getting punched in the nose by one of flash’s bigger friends because flash won’t take on peter himself
    • “fuck peter why would you even call flash a giant dick??? like i know he is one but why would you ever you know his friend is like some sort of mutant tree”
    • “he said your butt was nice i can’t just let that sort of comment slide babe it’s unacceptable”
  • always knows he can rant to you about science bc you actually listen!!! and you care!! and you ask questions and you make him SO HAPPy!!
  • asks for permission to do everything
    • “hey would it be cool if i held your hand right now”
    • “yes of course”
    • “oh awesome!”
  • you send him selfies and his replies vary but they’re usually along the lines of
    • “oh my gosh you’re so cute i’m coming over”
    • “i love you you angel let me kiss you tomorrow”
    • “wow i have a real liFE ethereal as the love of my life i love the world”
  • sends a goodnight/goodmorning text every day with each heart emoji he can find 
  • his entire recently used section is just different colored hearts and rainbows and sparkles because he uses emojis obnoxiously
  • he’s convinced that the worst thing in the world is having to leave you after a long day of hanging out on a saturday or something
  • will 10/10 complain for hours to may about going home because he’s not with you anymore and he’s clingy
  • you’re his best friend and he’s not afraid to scream about it
    • “my best friend is dating me!!!!!!! i’m so lucky i love them so much” 
    • “peter we know”
    • “well now you know just a little extra all right?”
  • wishes you were able to fall asleep in his arms more often but you’re still young and he’s like oh well we have forever to do that
  • you insult each other all the time basically but??? you both love it banter is everything
      • “penis parKER flash is clever tbh”
      • “you’re such a little shit i’m actually going to fight you”
      • “seriously i dare you put your fists up now”
  • if you post a selfie and he doesn’t like it right away you’ll text him seven times in a row hinting that he should go like and comment 
  • texts at four am about random conspiracy theories or weird facts that only you two would find interesting 
  • shoulders = pillows on the train/bus most of the time
  • he is such a slut for having his hair played with ngl
  • it makes him so happy n calm he could lie like that, with your fingers just raking through his hair, for hours on end
  • he’s never felt more at home than when you’re sitting with him at his kitchen table eating mushy mac and cheese that he tried to make himself because may wasn’t home to help him out as you playfully make fun of him for ruining pasta
  • listens to ed sheeran songs with you because he’s an ed lover honestly and every song makes him think of you
  • hand massages when you’re cramping up after long tests or in class essays that leave you super stressed n anxious (fuck u ruby thx for the idea that murdered me n my soft spirit)
  • knows how to settle you nerves better than anyone else and vice versa
  • puts his hands on your cheeks before he kisses you 
  • you always joke about spidey in class and no one gets what you’re saying but he does and freaks out
    • “that’s a sticky situation”
    • “y/n” 
    • “don’t worry i found that on the web
    • y/n
    • “do you think spiders are men
    • “oh my gOD”
  • he doesn’t care at all if you take one of his sweaters or all of his sweaters he just gives zero fucks you could take them all and he’d love you for it 
    • “here take this one too”
    • “peter i have too many and it’s almost april”
    • “but you’d look so cute in this one” then he pouts and you’re a goner
  • peter writes you tiny notes in class that are his weird thoughts and ramblings and feelings but you save them all and put them in a memory box
    • there was one and it said here’s a concept : you have a bright future ahead of you, and i’m there. i like that concept.
      • you did, too
  • watches every cheesy romantic movie on netflix with you not just because you want to, but because he does too and he can’t help it that’s just how it is 
  • matching ugly christmas sweaters at christmastime because peter parker is an annoying headass and refuseS to go anywhere without one during the holiday season and if he’s wearing one he’s making you match
  • super spidey strength allows him to give you piggy back rides all throughout manhattan when you guys head to the city 
  • makes you kiss him in the rain even though there’s water up your nose and your hair is matted to your forehead 
  • one text makes your heart go !!!!!!!!! because that’s your boy!!!!! and you love him so much because he’s a lovely beautiful person that deserves the world !!!!!
  • making out is rarely super fast n intense like it’s still intense but you go slowly and you can make out for hours without a c are in the world
  • makes sure his hair looks nice before he goes out on a date with you
  • tells you that he loves you and that he’s happy you’re a part of his life as often as he can manage 
  • just wants to love you unconditionally forever
  • texts you at 11:11 every night and says something cheesy as fuck like “you’re my wish tonight babe” or “11:11 is always for you” and sometimes he’ll @ you on snap and you’re like wow we’re That couple 
  • but honestly???? you don’t care that much he’s so cute
  • knows your order at every restaurant/fast food chain/coffee shop imaginable and if he happens to pass by a mcdonalds or dunkin donuts while he’s swinging around queens he tries to pick something up for you 
  • you love his eyes you could probably get lost in them they’re gorgeous
    • “peter your eyes are so lovely i hate you”
    • “aw i love you more babe you say the sweetest things to me”
  • you think his smile is the prettiest thing ever
  • and when his face scrunches up when he’s super happY???? amazing you kiss him immediately everywhere and he gets so flustered and he giggles and tries to squirm away but not really
  • cause he loves it
  • and he loveS YOU
  • i love my boyfriend goodnight to all

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pairing: reader x jimin

rating: m

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Absurd. Absolutely fucking absurd. It was 2am during finals week and the cafe was out of coffee? You had some colorful words for the person responsible. Dragging yourself up the stairs with sleep-ridden eyelids, you muttered curses under your quickened breath. You clenched and unclenched your fist. It was safe to say that your fifth espresso shot had officially just worn off. Despite the troubling rate of heartbeat and the fact that your hand was shaking all on its own, the subtle pounding of a migraine lingered between your temples in demand for something to keep it awake.

There was still a menacing stack of papers left to grade. If something could pull you away from it all, you would have been thankful. It was almost nauseating, actually, how much work you had yet to complete. Who the hell said grad school was a good idea? The urge to scream rippled in the back of your throat, tempting you to let everything out and just empty yourself into time and space.

It did you no better to return to the study room –the very cramped one that you had booked privately for the entire day– to find a regretfully familiar face emptying his bag across from your belongings. “What do you think you’re doing?” You felt lightweight as the angry jitters travelled through your body. The heavy door slammed shut behind you. It sent a deafening sound cracking through the library.

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Tough Love

No one knew Eddie Kaspbrak better than himself. Even his closest friends didn’t know who he really was, who he wanted to be, who he wished he could be. But then Richie Tozier came along, with his wild hair, passion for film making, and annoying talent of making Eddie’s heart beat faster than normal, and he finally found someone who knew him better than he knew himself. And that scared the shit out of him.

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