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Punk!Person A/Pastel!Person B Prompts

- “I have to introduce you to my friends and you look like a teddy bear compared to our biker gang looking group, oh god.” AU

- “I have to introduce you to my friends and you look like you could murder all of us with your eyeliner and black leather, they will be terrified.” AU

- “You are trying to fit in with me as a super punk kid and honestly you’re trying so hard but jesus does it look bad.” AU

- “You came over to my house and forgot a shirt. Wait, all of my shirts are really bright, pastel shirts and I’m so sorry you have to wear these.” AU

- “Everytime people see us messing around they think you’re bullying me because you look hard af. And now they think those hickeys you gave me are bruises…” AU

- “We have to do a couple’s costume for something and we decide to dress up as each other and you keep getting intimidated by me because I’m not wearing only light colors for once.” AU

- “Even though you look really intimadating you still get picked on and now you’re screaming because I punched your bully directly in the face. Oh great, my favorite pastel pink shirt has blood on it now.” AU

- “I forgot to mention I got a tongue piercing awhile ago and you start screaming while we were making out.” AU

- “We sit next to each other in class and both doodle a crap ton on our papers. Even though you’re super punk you’re doodling little cute hearts and I’m drawing skulls and other dark stuff and everyone is really confused.” AU
soulmate! Jun (pt.2)

anon ask:  HELLO I REaLLY LOVE YOUR SOULMATE AUS SO CAN I REQUEST A JUN & JEONGHAN PART 2? I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH OMG ALDJJDKSKS

Admin note: AWWW TYSM LOVELY OFC YOU CAN. Jun’s was the first one we did, so both Seri and I love Jun’s soulmate au, it’s our baby, it’s iconic, lol. THANKS FOR REQUESTING AND HOPE YOU ENJOY. (might low key hint about the other part two’s who knows;)

recap: where your soulmate’s first words are tattooed on your arm (part one)

  • Jun likes to tease you
  • ever since that rainy night when you finally met him
  • finally met your soulmate
  • and everything suddenly fell in place and made sense
  • he just refuses
  • to give you back that extra umbrella you gave to him as you spoke the words tattooed on his arm
  • as often you’re over at the dance studio hanging out with him
  • or even the occasional times you’re at the dorm just chilling
  • he never brings up your umbrella, or when he might return it
  • and that’s fine, you don’t really need it
  • but he said he’d return it eventually and he hid it for now, which was just driving you crazy
  • “Jun, this is like the fifth time y/n, has checked the living room for the umbrella.” Minghao says laughing as you turn red and stop your rummaging through the couch cushions
  • “It’s not that I refuse to give it back- … actually no that's exactly what it is” Jun says from the kitchen shooting you a wink
  • turning even more pink you say
  • “Wen Junhui, what is your deal with not giving me back my umbrella!?!?”
  • “It just reminds me of you and how lucky I got that night for having lost rock, paper, scissors.” he says shrugging
  • which shuts you right up as you stare down at your feet, blushing again
  • “I’m still here guys, I didn’t need to throw-up my dinner.” Minghao says rolling his eyes
  • walking out of the kitchen Jun says
  • “Jealous?” as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him
  • leaving the both of you a giggling mess and blushing like fools
  • “MINGYU, THEY’RE DOING THAT WEIRD GIGGLNG TOGETHER THING AGAIN!”
  • Mingyu comes out of the bathroom armed with a broom to shoo you and Jun out of the dorm so you can stop infesting the place with the “love bugs”
  • as Mingyu calls the two of you
  • granted, you and Jun have been a couple for a while
  • he was the first of Svt to meet his soulmate
  • and wasted no time making it clear to everyone in Seventeen that you two were together
  • you both were the couple that everyone would have assumed had been dating forever
  • you might as well have been called that “old married couple”
  • with your random tickle fights when everyone was trying to enjoy their movie
  • “Really?!?!? Do the two of you have to do that now?”
  • “Keep your hands to yourself, guys we get it, you’re dating.”
  • “Making skin ship 24/7 is NOT NECESSARY.”
  • going shopping together not only for clothes but for random crap for your apartment or his dorm room
  • like that vase of fake orchids that now sits on top of your night stand
  • or this striped dress shirt you called him cute in
  • you also get asked a lot of relationship questions
  • since you’ve been dating the longest and you've been around for when all the others found their soulmates
  • “Do you know where I can get a stuffed animal bunny, y/n?” Joshua asks
  • “What place has the best flowers?” Vernon asks you
  • “I want to do something special, what’s a good date idea?”
  • which low key triggers Jun 
  • “Ok, if any of them come to you for advice with how to deal with their soulmates, tell them to get lost because you’re too busy spending time with me and they need to get their own experience.” Jun says playfully with a pout while sitting next to you on the floor against the practice room’s mirrors
  • “They really shouldn’t ask me, I probably don’t know any better.” you say with a laugh
  • “Good, once they realize you’re bad at giving relationship advice, they’ll leave you alone that way I can spend more time with the most beautiful person in the whole universe.” he said cutely giving a small nod of his head
  • “Yah! My advice is solid!” you say playfully smacking his arm
  • “Is it really?” he says jokingly earning another smack on the arm from you
  • dates generally end up him ordering coffee from your café
  • and the two of you walking around taking pictures
  • you often have Jun model for you
  • even though you can’t post or use any pictures of him
  • there was something about the way he held himself when posing in front of the camera
  • that you just had to capture it in all its glory
  • Jun himself is art 
  • he always convinces you to pose a few times too while he takes pictures
  • of course the selca master
  • the two of you take a lot of selcas together, you have a whole folder on your phone dedicated to selcas with him, and you’re each other’s home screens
  • “Sorry I can’t use you for my lock screen, but the other members would  tease us forever, and I’d rather preserve your sanity.”
  • lately though, all of Svt are really busy with their upcoming concerts and activities
  • and so you just low key try to stay out of their way
  • you’ll be working at the cafe across the street from their studio and catch yourself staring up at the window where you know they’re probably rehearsing
  • and perfect timing
  • Jun texts a simple “I miss you”
  • which nearly makes you spill the Americano you were making to smile down at your phone
  • before your manager asks what you’re smiling at, is making coffee funny all of a sudden?
  • and not seeing Jun everyday was a bit sad
  • you haven’t been feeling all that well either, though you’re not sure if it’s the stress of making coffee or trying to maintain your grades
  • since Jun is often busy rehearsing, you both stay up late face-timing
  • him telling you cute little stories about the members
  • and you telling him about your day
  • even if the both of you are exhausted
  • you don’t mind staying up to talk even if the both of you sometimes fall asleep on the phone
  • you especially like the story of how they burst into the locked bathroom to wish him a happy birthday
  • but for a college photography major
  • you need your sleep
  • and the late night call sessions weren’t helping your health
  • which is probably how you ended up in bed
  • with a horrible cold
  • and your brain pounding against your skull
  • “I welcome death” you groan taking another painkiller before flopping back onto your sofa bed in front of the TV
  • since money is tight and you like sleeping in the living room anyway
  • your bed is the sofa bed that folds outward
  • you fall asleep watching a drama and wake up to 267 messages
  • “Yah! Y/n! Your manager told me you took the day off? Are you sick?” Jun’s contact picture and messages are the ones that stand out the most amongst others
  • “Noona, are you ok? Jun-hyung is freaking out.”
  • “Yah, y/n pick up so Jun can stop annoying us all with his worrying.”
  • “DID YOU DIE WHY AREN’T YOU PICKING UP?!?!?”
  • “I’m really sorry if we’re being annoying but please come collect your boyfriend.”
  • the struggles of being a soulmate to one of the members of svt?
  • all 13 of them will get your phone number, and rip if you don’t have a good data plan 
  • you can’t help but smile a bit to yourself as you scroll through all your notifications
  • when an incoming call from Jun lights up your cell
  • you reeeeeeeaally don’t want him to worry, so you start panicking and debating whether to answer
  • he needs to focus on rehearsing and avoid worrying about you
  • but you pick up anyway
  • and hearing his voice was enough to stop the incessant headache thank the lord
  • “Jun?” curse you and your dead sounding voice, you regret answering and omg he’s going to panic so much and
  • “I’M OUTSIDE YOUR APARTMENT COME OPEN THE DOOR”
  • “How’d you get here Jun you have rehearsals?!?”
  • “Your manager said you were sick and so naturally I went to buy you soup, rehearsals ended like ten minutes ago.”
  • “Aw babe, that’s nice but HOW DID YOU GET MY ADDRESS?!??”
  • he chuckles into the phone
  • “I didn’t even ask your manager for it, he says he’s seen me before and asked why I wasn't  home taking care of you and why I don’t know your address yet even though we’re married.”
  • “HE WHAT?”
  • “He thought we were married.” you can hear Jun dying from laughter
  • “Remind me not to murder my manager, cuz then I wouldn’t get paid.”
  • “I mean, I’m ok with him thinking that we’re married.”
  • “Yah! Wen Junhui!”
  • “It’s cold hurry open the door!”
  • you drag yourself up with the five blankets wrapped around your shoulders not caring they drag on the floor to open the door
  • when you open the door, he stands there thinking you’re just the cutest thing ever with your nose red and so many blankets wrapped around you
  • he’s about to hug you
  • “STOP”
  • “What why?” he says giving you the cutest little frowny face
  • “I don’t want you to get sick too!”
  • “I don’t care let me take care of you.” he pouts cutely, knowing if he acts cute enough he might just get through to you
  • not toooodaaaaaay
  • “Wen Junhui we all know you’ll cry and blame me for weeks if you so much as sneeze once.” you tease him trying to laugh before you sneeze into your elbow
  • “Ok, yes that might be true, but I went out to buy soup so I have the right to stay.”
  • he looks at you standing barefoot by the door with several blankets wrapped around you, some of it dragging on the floor
  • holding up the soup, he gives you a cheeky wink
  • “The soup’s hot but I’m hotter.”
  • you groan, rolling your eyes, but smiling as you playfully throw a pillow at his face
  • “Hey that’s violence!”
  • it misses, Jun’s dodge could only be described as elegant
  • “Hey if I spill soup on the carpet, you have to clean it up not me.”
  • “How is this supposed to make me feel better?” you tease him, sneezing again and settling back down on the sofa bed with your mountain of blankets
  • “No, clearly I came here to annoy you.” he chuckles
  • you watch as he looks around your kitchen for a bowl
  • he pours out the soup and sets the steaming bowl at the dinner table
  • and before you can protest
  • he picks you up into his arms and carries you over to the table
  • then he sits down across from you with a smirk on his face noticing the gentle blush creeping up your face
  • “I know I’ve been busy lately, so I wanted to do something for you. And aren’t boyfriends supposed to take care of their other half when they’re sick?” he says hiding his shy smile behind his hand
  • you sit there, your heart racing from his words
  • “Hurry and eat! I’m not leaving until you finish.”
  • what a liar
  • he didn’t leave your side at all that night
  • insisting on carrying you back to bed and snuggling up against you despite your protests he might get sick
  • you both fell asleep like that
  • you wrapped around his arms, blankets piled around the two of you
  • until his phone blasts a loud alarm in the morning
  • Jun jumps up, almost falling off the sofa bed and you look at the time, before realizing
  • “JUN WERE YOU HERE ALL NIGHT?!?!”
  • “I FELL ASLEEP OK?”
  • “MAN THE OTHERS ARE GOING TO FREAK”
  • “AT LEAST YOU DON’T LIVE WITH THEM, I’M NEVER GOING TO HEAR THE END OF THIS.”
  • his phone starts buzzing and when he answers the call you can hear people screaming even though Jun’s phone isn’t on speakers
  • “WEN JUNHUI I EXPECTED MORE FROM YOU”
  • “You’re not as in innocent as we thought hyung!!!”
  • “I’ll fight you boy, if you did anything to y/n, Junhui.”
  • “WE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING.” Jun yells back into the phone while trying not to laugh
  • you throw another pillow at him
  • “STOP SMILING IS THIS FUNNY?”
  • “WAS THAT Y/N PUT HER ON THE PHONE I WANT ANSWERS!”
  • “I’LL BE BACK IN A BIT!” Jun yells before hanging up and immediately throwing his phone onto the sofa bed
  • “Ok so on the bright side, doesn’t look like they’re angry at you, but on the not so bright side I’M DEAD.”
  • “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t feel too sick anymore.”
  • “GREAT BUT NOW I FEEL SICK.”
  • Jun laughs and grabs your arm dragging you into a hug
  • “You can’t escape, you have to come explain things to them for me so I can walk around with my head intact pleeeeeeease????”
  • he wraps you up in his sweatshirt before the two of you head out to go back to the studio
  • walking into the studio, the both of you grip each other’s hands tightly anticipating the worst
  • “What if they actually kill me, y/n, I’ve got a lot of things to say to you though.” Jun says eyes wide and alert
  • “So do I Jun, but let’s discuss this if we do make it out alive.”
  • you both walk in to the practice room to twelve boys staring into your souls
  • RIP
  • an hour of screaming later
  • though honestly it was mostly them laughing and yelling and poking Jun every once in a while
  • they let the two of you leave, satisfied with their interrogation
  • “Jun-hyung, be good while we’re gone”
  • “No anything 19+ in the practice room, we need it for rehearsals.”
  • “Y/n is precious and innocent, if he tries anything, y/n, just give us a call.”
  • “Oh my god just get out!” Jun says flustered and shooing them away
  • ever since that incident
  • Jun and you never tell Svt when the two of you are going on a date
  • “You sure you can’t change your number, I’m ok with them not contacting you” Jun says over ramen at the convenience store on the corner looking dead serious
  • you stir your ramen and laugh
  • “No unfortunately, some of their soulmates know where I work, I’d never be able to escape.”
  • “Aish, them convincing their soulmates to work on the side of evil.”
  • “They’re all really sweet and pretty though, some of us hang out as friends now because of all of you, should we form an idol group too?”
  • “When would you guys debut?” he laughs
  • “I was joking, all of us can only take so much Svt craziness you know.”
  • “You love us though.”
  • “True”
  • “And they’re pretty, but you’re the prettiest.”
  • “Omo stop Junhui, you’ll actually make me laugh.”
  • “Last night, I had to convince Minghao not to tell them I was getting dinner with you because he caught me sneaking out, and now I have to do his laundry for a week.”
  • “Thanks for your noble sacrifice.”
  • “I know right, the things I do for you”
  • the two of you should be aspiring food critics
  • you’ve both been to almost every Chinese restaurant in Seoul
  • just because you know he likes spicy food
  • and try everything
  • him occasionally just staring at you
  • until you shove more food on his plate to get him to stop
  • you of course taking pictures of the food to post on SNS
  • yes, you’re that person at restaurants
  • standing on chairs to get a good shot
  • with Jun standing behind you, arms ready to catch you if you lose balance
  • and as the both of you walk back to the studio after a dinner date
  • it starts raining
  • and you’re silently cursing yourself for not checking the weather forecast when leaving your apartment earlier
  • but Jun magically pulls out the umbrella you gave him the night you met him and opens it above the both of you
  • “Oh my god, see, you knew exactly where it was and yet never gave it back.”
  • “Mian, I had to hold onto it.”
  • “Why?”
  • “It felt like a dream, meeting you. I had to make sure it wasn’t a dream, so I kept it as physical proof.”
  • you stop walking and face him as he stops too, still holding the umbrella above the both of you
  • “That’s hecka cheesy.” you say grinning
  • “Yea well, I’m naturally cheesy.”
  • “No, you’re cute and sweet and romantic.”
  • “Nah, you’re cute.”
  • you both stand staring at each other a little longer, near the dance studio
  • “Well, I’ll give it back tonight.”
  • “Why? Don’t need it anymore?”
  • “Nope, because now I know it wasn’t a dream. And every time I need proof, I’ll just look for you.”
  • and he lifts your chin up and kisses you softly, the sound of rain pattering around you
  • it’s not cold though, no, the warm feeling from the gentle kiss is enough to keep the cold rainy night’s cold away from the both of you
  • you don’t recall how long the both of you stay like that
  • but when you finally pull away
  • he gives you a cute smile while tilting his head
  • and gives you a wink
  • “OH MY FREAKING GOD FINALLY!”
  • shocked the two of you turn around to see Svt staring at the two of you from the front doors of the studio
  • “Children, it’s 10 o'clock, way past curfew.”
  • “Mingyu, you owe me ten bucks, I told you he’d kiss her first.”
  • “Man, I really thought she would be the one to do it.”
  • “YAH! YOU’RE ALL DEAD”
  • “Shi- run!”
  • and you laugh as Jun and you chase the scattering svt members out into the rain
  • all thoughts of getting soaked or catching a cold lost in your moment of happiness

Originally posted by king-kisu

The Seventeen Soulmate AU Series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

MASTERLIST

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Changes pt 2 - Scott McCall x Reader

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Prompt: None!~ Just came to me brahh pt 2

Warning: NONE!

ENJOY!!

*****

Morning came and Derek was in the kitchen with Stiles, Scott, Erica and Lydia. The rest of the pack was still asleep. However he pack mates that were quietly waking up in the kitchen suddenly heard a loud bang, which made them stand up, ready to run to the problem if need be, however they were quickly sat back down when you ran into the kitchen looking destressed.

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Never Normal-Part 3

A/N: This was done for @revwinchester‘s Y1K Challenge, and in typical “me” fashion, I got a bit long winded. So without further ado, here is the final part of my Never Normal mini-series. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and as always, feedback is welcome and appreciated. Thank y’all! 

If you want to catch up: Part 1 Part 2

Summary: When the Winchesters found Y/N the moment after her world fell apart, she never expected they’d be the ones to help her put it back together…but that’s exactly what they did. From friends, to brothers, to the possibility of something more–their lives together were far from normal, which was exactly how she liked it.

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (Romantic); Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Warnings: Swearing, Kissing, Fluffy, a tad Angsty (Maybe? If you look really closely?)

Word Count: 2100-ish

Gifs: Found on Google. All credit goes to original creator. 

You couldn’t help but smile when you entered the garage and saw a pair of bowlegs sticking out from underneath the Impala and heard a slightly off-key version of Traveling Riverside Blues floating through the air. Zepplin and Baby. The two things guaranteed to calm him down when he was all twisted up over something or another.

Only, this particular time the thing doing the twisting up just so happened to be you, a realization which filled your gut with both a healthy dose of excitement and more than a little fear. Still, what Sam had said was true, so you told those worries to go to hell, mentally pulled up your big girl panties, and a took another step.

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All I ever need - Richie Tozier

Hi! Can I request a Richiexreader imagine where you two are a couple and you return to Derry 27 years later to defeat Pennywise again and you reveal to him that you’re pregnant?

There will be two parts to this bc this is long asffff and i didnt mean to make it this long lol but i hope yall like it :) feel free to request or send me feedback

warnings: swearing, IT, idk basic stuff based off of the movie so i guess this is scary?? idk

Originally posted by eddiescream



Your hands shake with so many emotions, you couldn’t even process that this was happening. With two little pink lines covering the white paper, you held the pregnancy test between your fingertips and your mouth agape. The doctor told you that it would be less likely to get pregnant as you got older but this was a sign from the heavens.

“(Y/N), (Y/N!)” you hear Richie’s raspy voice call out to you.

In that moment, you decided to keep it a secret - the pregnancy - and shove the test into a nearby drawer.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, what is it?” You repeat, jogging down the stairs. Judging by the eagerness in his voice, it must’ve been impotent.

He turns to you as you emerge from the staircase with wide eyes. His hair was more tousled than normal and his phone was encased in his palm. His eyes where wide with his eyebrows raised above them and his face was visibly paler than normal making your stomach clench in anticipation.

“Its back.”

Your stomach dropped at the awful demon’s name. His voice sounded a mile away and laced with fear. This brought you back to when you were 13 and even though this was the year you met the love of your life, it was also the most traumatic year of your life.


You walked hand in hand down the familiar road that your shared house was built on before you moved away from this haunted city. Everywhere you looked, small fragments of memories raced through your mind, some of them delightful, others saddening. The sky resembled the color of iron with the wind rustling the leaves and sweeping through your hair. You and Richie were currently walking to Bill’s childhood home to meet up with the rest of your old friends.

It has been about two years since the last time you where all together, luckily you all kept in touch.

You were greeted into the house with open arms and large smiles. Being back with your friends made you feel like your full self again; you missed Bill’s stuttering that has gotten increasingly better since you where kids but every now and then, he’ll struggle getting out some words, Beverly’s real but sarcastic remarks, Ben’s brain that knew information about anything and everything at any given time, Stan’s humor and clap backs, Eddie’s cleanliness along with his humor that always kept up with Richie’s, and Mike’s intelligence and kindness. A few new members have come along, like Beverly’s boyfriend, Daniel and Mike’s wife, Rebecca.

After eating and talking about the glory days, it was time to get down to business. Everyone fell silent as you all listened to Bill explain who has gone ‘missing’ and where the crime had happened. More information was exchanged as to what was different this time. Instead of children going missing near sewers, the attacks and crimes are now happening in homes.

So far, 34 children have gone missing in the past 4 weeks.

“Richie, I’m scared. I know that it has been 27 years and I shouldn’t fear this stupid fucking clown, but I do. I don’t think I can do this again.” You whispered and pressed your forehead against his. You were telling the truth, just not the whole truth. If something would happen to the forming baby inside of you, how would you explain that It had killed a baby that he didn’t know about? All of the stress had started to pile up resulting in you almost having a panic attack. Did he even want a kid? Well obviously not now, there’s a killer demon running around the city. 

He sighed and rubbed along the outside of your arm before kissing your skin, “I know, but we have to. No one else will do it, it is all up to us.” 

You nodded and embraced him, knowing that this was something that must be done to save hundred of lives.


You trudged through the sewer water with a flashlight in one hand and a baseball bat in the other. You were volunteered by Beverly to be one of the leaders walking through the tunnels which you punched her in the arm for after her bold statement. Your hands were shaking causing the light of the flashlight to wiggle around the concrete walls.

“Jeez (Y/n), we may attract the clown if you keep shaking the light around like that.” Eddie snickered.

“At least I’m leading us through these tunnels, unlike you and the rest of the boys, who have no problem walking behind me.”

“Well, at least I- What the hell was that?” Eddie went to sass you but was cut off by a loud BANG coming from the tunnel horizontally to the group.

The familiar snicker was heard echoing off of the walls. You heart seemed to stop beating in your chest as your eyes flew open to try and see where the demon was.

“Guys, I think I see it,” you mumbled, walking towards the noise. “Guys, I don’t- Guys!” you yelled suddenly turning and noticing that no one was behind you anymore.

You couldn’t have walked that far from everyone, it had only been a couple of seconds. Panic started to sting through your body as the realization that you were absolutely alone.

“Richie?” you yelled, flashing the light down the tunnels to try and see anyone.

“(Y/N!)” you heard the voices of your friends screaming for you.

“I’m here, I’m here, I’m-“ you stopped mid sentence and stopped walking when you saw a light. You heart’s beating started to decrease its pace when you thought the light was coming from another flashlight.

“You found us (Y/n.) Thank you, thank you, thank you.” you heard the whispers of what sounded like 5 young adults. Your stomach dropped to your feet as you realized that you were’t alone anymore.

“O-oh my god.” your breathing seemed to all pack into your throat at once when you saw the ‘children’ covered from head to toe in blood and clothes that was ripped and torn all around their ghostly white bodies.


You woke up to Richie’s voice screaming your name multiple times. Your head pounded against your skull and all of the loud noises were not helping. Your eyes seemed to blur before focusing on the love of your life’s face in front of you, holding your cheeks between his palms.

“You can’t leave me, I need you, please wake up.” he pleaded.

Your eyelids slid open to reveal Richie, in a state of panic, with dirt smeared across his cheek and blood falling off of his eyebrow.

“Rich-“ you sighed and rubbed your thumb over his chin before pulling him against you. He sighed into your hair before you two seemed to come back to reality when you heard a loud, ear piercing shriek from Stan.

“Coming back was such a mistake. No one will leave this time.” Pennywise sang, his voice chanting higher on the words such and no.

He currently held Beverly and Mike between his arms, their eyes wide and breathing staggered.

You grabbed your bat, walked right up to that fucking clown, and swung upwards to make his teeth bite into his lip.

His skull was cracking along with his mouth because of you, Bill and the rest of the loser’s crowded around you and grabbed Mike and Bev from his grasp. They were both struggling to breathe and coughing profusely. You stood in front of everyone with your eyebrows furrowed at this demon, clown, whatever it was.

Suddenly, he grinned before crouching down and becoming a small child. The kid must’ve been about 4, standing up and walking towards you. He had black hair with little curls forming at the ends of some strands, freckles sprinkling across his nose and below his eyes, along with your eyes.

This was your child.

“Why’d you do it mom?”

Your heart stopped. 

“Why didn’t you save me? You could’ve saved me. Saved me from It, but you didn’t. You sent me here, why?”

“I-I didn’t-“ a tear rolled down your cheek. The weight of the world felt like it had been placed on your shoulders and your chest started to tighten at the thought that this might happen in the future.

“Yes you did, you didn’t want him to know,” he looked at Richie, “why?”

“(Y/n)…” Richie’s words sounded low and scarily steady. You looked back at him with wide eyes, he frowned at you, obviously confused as to what was happening.

“Mom, that’s him, you told me he didn’t want me, does he want me now?” the child’s voice was so soft, innocent, and realistic.

“Look-“

“It’s okay. I float now and you will too.” he smirked at you, before repeating his words.

Your ears started to ring with the sound of babies crying, louder and louder, you started to try and block out the noise which only seemed to be effecting you. The sound was deafening and your started to scream out in pain.

You closed you eyes and covered your ears trying to stop this awful noise and then, it all stopped and you felt a palm rub along your back.

“It’s gone, (Y/n) it left. Hopefully for good now. Stan killed It. It’s okay.” Richie said, brining you up and wrapping his arms around you.

Your tear stained cheeks pressed against Richie’s shirt as he soothing ran his fingers through your hair. Relief had flooded through you but also panic.

‘It transforms into the thing we fear the most, that why we call it, It.’

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josiemadrigallove  asked:

Dizzy and chad

- Chad genuinely doesn’t know what to do. Although he had stopped being antiVK and everything, (for the most part), he hadn’t expected his mother’s villain’s child to be so freaking adorable.

- Dizzy hadn’t trusted everyone in Auradon when she arrived, which is understandable, but the people who made the list of Not were a bit surprising. I mean, for one, Ben hadn’t been deemed an ally immediately, but Chad was. Even Chad didn’t expect that!

- So the students can’t help but gap at this little Isle girl holding onto Chad’s hands as she explains how he can fix hi ‘extremely damaged hair’. The prince had literally sworn his hatred for anyone relating to the Island prison only two or three years ago!

- Dizzy dying Chad’s hair different colors all the time. (Of which he now loves, despite his father’s claims about how a prince, soon to be king, shouldn’t have pink or blue hair.)

- S a s s

- Evie and Chad constantly butting heads because sHE IS MINE AND I TOTALLY BUY HER MORE TIARAS THAN YOU DO.

- Chad’s feelings being really conflicted because her comments can be so freaking brutal, but they are coming out of the mouth of an adorable little girl.

- AKA Chad basically acting like Dizzy’s older step brother who would probably cry/freak out if she got even a tiny paper cut

BACK TO SCHOOL HAUL 2017

Our class started last Monday, and honestly, I was kinda afraid that I might not continue being active on Tumblr because I am already at my senior year, and I actually wanted to focus on my studies given the predicament that I have a line up of kinda terror professors for the semester.

I actually feel anxious of thinking what plans should I have right after college. And I am very much scared on when and how would I start writing my thesis since this is done individually.

I bought some notebooks and stuff for my last year in college, but, I was not excited the way I was last year. Without further ado, I want to share with you some of the stuff I got!

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Love How You Hate Me - Sam x Reader

A/N: FINAL PART! Later than I wanted tonight, but I was held after again. It’s been a long journey, and thank you all for sticking with me! It means the world. I hope that this does everything else justice! Enjoy!

Previously: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty | Twenty One | Twenty Two | Twenty Three | Twenty Four | Twenty Five | Twenty Six | Twenty Seven | Twenty Eight | Twenty Nine | Thirty

Originally posted by tvdkatherine

Originally posted by 394-shades-of-a-fangirl

Originally posted by youwerethereforme

Warnings: Some mild smut. Pregnant/Mommy Reader. Birth Scene. Flashback/Memories. Some death. Time Skip. Daddy!Sam. Some fluff mixed in. Real light editing. I believe that is all, and apologize if I missed anything!

Word Count: Roughly 3900

“Daddy?” The soft feminine voice called, making Sam stop at the door. His hand clenched around the frame, knowing what was coming. Sure enough, the question mirrored what she asked every night the past week before bed. “Can you tell me more about mommy?”

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I had severe separation anxiety as a kid, so my mom would sing to me when she was in another room.

by reddit user rainbow_productions

When I was growing up, I was terrified of being alone. I don’t know what started it, or when/if it stopped exactly. I have a dog now, a mutt I got from a shelter- so I’m not technically alone in my apartment even when my roommate is out. Back to the point, though; when I was a kid, being by myself scared me so badly. So, irrationally badly that if I even thought that my mother had left me alone on our property, I would become a gross and sobbing mess until I could set my sights on her again.

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anonymous asked:

could you please do 23 and nammin/minjoon?

“Babe, I’m sorry.”

“Suck my ass.”

Originally posted by jicute

Namjoon loves Jimin. No really, he does.

The thing about Jimin though, was that you had to know two important things about him. The first was that he was always fucking up.

Seriously.

You would think fucking up things came with Namjoon’s job description as designated human hurricane since elementary school when he kicked a soccer ball too hard and literally broke their jungle gym. Or that one time he was on the honor roll and high school and was helping out sort out the paper directory of the school population and tipped over the entire stack of two weeks of worth because he tripped over the desk. True story.

But Jimin, his fuck ups were of a different kind.

Like now, for example.

“I can’t believe you got our whole house painted baby pink,” Namjoon whispers, mouth still dropped open from well, the house being the exact shade of a piglet’s bottom.

“Surprise?” Jimin squeaks hopefully, but even he knows he’s really done it this time.

“Jimin, I gave you one job. I told you when we move in together, I’d find the apartment, I’d manage the taxes, I’ll even take out the trash.”

“Right,” Jimin gulps, bottom lip jutting out so that Namjoon knows his boyfriend is already upset but he’s too mad to care.

“All you had to do,” Namjoon continues in a shaky voice that really refuses to stay calm, “is to move our stuff in and decorate. A one time thing. Literally, the only fun thing.”

“Well, I did,” Jimin argues, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. “I thought you said on the phone that you wanted pink.”

“No,” Namjoon says with a fake pretense of patience, “I specifically told you, whatever you do, do not paint it some fancy, embarrassing lilac purple or baby pink!” Namjoon says in exasperation, leaning back against his old beat up SUV and staring up at their new house.

Their new house that looked like Disneyland threw up on it.

God, he could never ever ever bring any of his friends over, like, ever again.

Not when he was an underground rapper and his friend’s once laughed at him for a whole month because Jimin had forgotten to do the laundry and he had been forced to wear Jimin’s old Powerpuff Girls’ socks to the studio.

“Whoops,” Jimin says, popping the ‘p’ and looking at Namjoon to guage just what level of begging was going to make him forgive him.

“Damn right. You know we could barely afford painting it the first time,” Namjoon says, sighing, still staring with dismay at their new place with the wary eyes of a man that had seen too much of the world.

Joonie,” Jimin says in a tone that Namjoon knows he reserves for the times he really messes up, like that time they were in the middle of Tokyo for their vacation for the first time in years and Jimin had forgotten to book any hotel reservations.

“No,” Namjoon replies, tone hard but resolve wavering when his eyes flick over to Jimin’s large pretty ones batting themselves at Namjoon.

“Babe, I’m sorry.”

“Suck my ass.”

Namjoon regrets saying this immediately because the second thing to know about Park Jimin was that he was always horny.

Always.

“Give me the time and the place baby, I’ll be there,” Jimin smirks and Namjoon shoves him gently, laughing.

“You’re fucking gross, you know that?” he says, rummaging for the keys in his back pocket and fishing them out.

“Hypocrite,” Jimin says, rolling his eyes but latching on to Namjoon’s arm and laughing. “Like you don’t love it.”

“Shut up,” Namjoon says, blushing and turning the lock of their new house. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Pink was an okay color. Sure, it wasn’t what he was picturing but -

Jimin?” Namjoon almost screams, jaw dropping.

Literally everything. Was pink. Even the tablecloth. Namjoon felt his knees go weak.

“Ah, I forgot to tell you just one more tiny thing- ”

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anonymous asked:

I haven't really seen a lot of Erwin imagines on here. Do you think you could do a funny one having to do with him trying to hide a hickey his s/o gave him from Hanji and Levi? Those two would obviously give him crap about it! XD

Erwin, Levi, Hanji, and you all gathered for a meeting discussing the Survey Corps next expedition outside the walls. Everyone was sat at a table. Erwin and Levi were sitting across from you, and Hanji was late as usual.

She burst in through the door, holding various reports from her experiments. “Hey! Sorry I’m late, I was-What’s wrong with your neck, Erwin?” She asked, looking at the black and blue spot on Erwin’s neck.

Erwin immediately tried to hide it with his shirt collar. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just a…Bug bite.”

“Bug bites don’t look like that,” Hanji said, moving his shirt collar to get a closer look at it.

“Don’t tell me you got some weird disease or some shit, Erwin,” Levi chided, leaning over to look at it as well.

You bit your lip, trying to stop the smirk that threatened to grow. You had left that mark on your Commander’s neck during one of your ‘private meetings’. “Guys, it’s really nothing. Let’s just start the meeting.” Erwin swatted Hanji’s hands away, a light pink dusting his cheeks.

“Oh, I think I know what it is…” Hanji said, a hint of laughter in her voice, “You and (name) had some fun last night, didn’t you?”

“Gross,” Levi commented. Erwin cheeks grew even pinker as he nervously straightened out the papers in front of him.

“Oh! You two totally did!” Hanji cheered. You couldn’t contain your laughter as Hanji danced around excited, dropping all her documents in the process. 

“You two are gross,” Levi said again, just to make sure you two got it. 

Needless to say, you didn’t get anything done during that meeting. Also needless to say, Erwin paid you back in full for that hickey.

Summary: Credence notices you every morning at the bakery and feels like he understands you better than anyone he’s ever known. He has to offer for you to have breakfast with himself, Jacob, and Queenie.

I combined these two requests:
“ credence x reader who’s also been abused by their parents?? pls” 
“reader always visiting jacobs bakery and watching the gang (including credence obviously) together and being really sad because they are all alone, they’re also enraptured by credence because aside from being the most beautiful boy they have ever seen he has a kindness to him that is just so rare and they think he’s wonderful but they are so sad and alone until one day they aren’t because credence comes over with her favourite pastry and asks her if she would like to join them and idk just happy fluff?”

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse and scars

Word Count: 1,560


You couldn’t help but visit the bakery every day—it was your own kind of self-torture, but still, you went every morning. You remembered the first morning you visited, since you had gotten up early enough to go out and buy breakfast, and walking in and immediately becoming enthralled by the colors and smells in the small bakery. It was so soft and bright and everything smelled so good that you couldn’t help but let it affect you; you were a typically lonely person, with few friends and little social life, mostly of your own choosing, so the sights and smells brightened your demeanor just slightly. You knew it wasn’t good of you, but… You had had a rough life, with abusive parents who had left you scarred and afraid of other people. You just never regained enough confidence from your childhood to feel equal to everyone, so being alone came more naturally. You really didn’t mind, and it was mornings and places like this that gave you a brief reprieve from a life spent mostly lonely. Really, one morning in the bakery would have sufficed for you, though the pastry you purchased was indeed very good, but you kept coming for the tall boy behind the counter.

Truly, he was the most beautiful boy you had ever seen your life, with sharp, refined features and flowing jet black hair and the most deliberately aware eyes you had ever seen, and you couldn’t help but come back every morning even for just one glimpse of him behind the counter or having breakfast with his friends. He was unwaveringly kind to every customer that came in and often knew each of their names, and you were captivated by how his kindness touched even his movements. You could also tell that he was close with the shop owner and all of the owner’s friends because they often were sharing breakfast together, as well as smiles and laughs, and part of you wondered what that was like—to have such close bonds with people and also to be close to someone like that boy.

What you didn’t know was that Credence noticed you too, from the first morning you walked in. You were wearing dark colors, and you hunched your shoulders in much in the same way as he had—before. Your face was drawn in, and your eyes were just…sad. Infinitely sad. Like all they’d ever known was sadness. And it was so reminiscent of that place he had been all those years ago that Credence couldn’t help but notice you from that moment forward.

Credence saw you every morning afterward, always in dark colors and always sad, though perking up slightly once you were fully in the bakery. You ordered the same thing every morning and sat at the same table, alone, every morning too. You observed, mainly, looking around and taking everything in, but often, your eyes would wander to him before skittering away to look out the window definitively, never looking back, before you would get up wordlessly and drift back out into the streets, not to be seen until the following morning.

The routine continued this way for quite some time—furtive, fleeting eye contact over the same bagel order and then your quick exodus. Credence wondered if it would ever change—he would like to see you come in with a smile one morning, to see you finding something worth smiling about. But each morning was the same frown, and he felt deeply for you—felt that he understood you eerily well. Which is when he decided that, if for a month your pattern didn’t change, he would enact his plan and hope for the best.

The month did pass, and nothing at all had changed in your demeanor. You ordered your bagel, moved to your seat, and sat down, all silently. However, today, when you decided it was time to shift your focus from out the window to the boy behind the counter, he was much closer to you and continuing your way with a brown paper bag in one of his hands. He looked shy, a slight pink tinging his cheeks and a small smile on his face, as he stopped directly in front of your table. You couldn’t help the flaming of your cheeks and how you couldn’t meet his eyes, even as he began to speak. “I brought you…a bagel. I see now that you already got one.” His chuckle was slight and barely audible, but it made your heart flutter when you heard it. You simply nodded and glanced quickly up to meet his eyes briefly before returning your gaze to your breakfast in front of you.  “Well… It was a gesture anyway. I was…wondering if you’d like to have breakfast with me and my friends? They’re all really nice, I promise. And…I am too. Nice, I mean.”

At that, you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, which Credence smiled at quickly. You looked up at him, this time holding his gaze carefully as you answered. “But… I don’t know you.”

Credence just shrugged. “I’m Credence.” You felt a small smile flit across your face. “See? Now you know me.” You glanced back down as Credence lowered himself to the seat across from you. “Or I could eat here with you, if you didn’t mind? I just hate seeing you alone every morning.”

Your eyes widened, and you couldn’t help but snap your head up to look every morning. “You…notice that? It’s not bad; it’s okay. I would hate to disrupt your morning.”

Credence leaned forward, keeping eye contact with you. “I came over to you, remember?” You blushed deeply but turned your full attention to him as he uncurled his hands on the table in front of him, revealing long-healed scars that hid nothing of their source, raised and slightly more pink than the rest of his skin, and decidedly angry in nature. You couldn’t say anything but felt the scars under your sleeves burn at the sight in front of you, but still, all you could do was blink at him. “I…notice you because…I feel like I get you. You just look…sad. And I recognize it. And I don’t want you to be alone.”

Credence watched gently as you said nothing but moved to roll your sleeves up. He recognized cigarette burns and scattered angry thin lines. “My dad.” Your voice felt more like an exhale. “Sticks. Cigarettes. When I was…bad.” Credence nodded and reached across the table, taking your hand in his tentatively. “I’ve never really…been close to anyone. Since.”

Credence nodded again, gripping your hand more firmly. “I was…the same. These were from my Ma. And I didn’t know how to be close to anybody, until I met my friends that I have now.”

You sent a soft smile toward him and squeezed his hand gently. “I’m glad that you found them then, Credence.”

He smiled back at you before scooting his chair closer. “I’d like to be your friend too. You can have friends like that. You don’t have to be alone, if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know…how. I don’t know how to be close.”

“I didn’t either. You learn. You grow. Life can be better.”

Your gazes locked then, Credence’s eyes holding a gentle confidence while yours were filled with what he could only identify as hope. “…Really?”

He simply nodded, his face still holding that soft smile. “Do you want to go have that breakfast now?” You wiped away tears that had begun to fall as you nodded, standing next to Credence before making your way to where he normally ate. “You never told me your name, by the way.” His face and his smile were as gentle as ever, just like his general demeanor. That thorough a kindness couldn’t be hidden.

“Y/N. My name’s Y/N.”

“It’s so lovely to meet you, Y/N.”

And you did have breakfast with Credence, and his friends, who you found to be lovely as well. The shop owner, Jacob, was just as kind as you imagined, and his girlfriend, Queenie, was such an understanding soul that you couldn’t quite fathom it. It was a lovely morning you spent there, and it was one you knew you would treasure always. You hoped you would remember it when times got dark again.

You let Credence walk you to the door once you had said goodbye to the others, who had a day of baking to get to, and felt yourself saddened for the first time in a long time to be away from companionship. You had never felt so thoroughly understood and supported, and you felt…reluctant to leave that kind of atmosphere. Just as you were turning to say goodbye to Credence before leaving though, he began to speak. “I was wondering if you’d…like to have breakfast tomorrow morning too?”

The kindness that had saturated the morning overtook you when you heard his gentle offer, and you couldn’t help but turn and give him a brief and awkward hug, which was to be expected since you weren’t much for physical contact before. You treasured the brief moment that his arms wound around you before answering, “Yes, please.”

Credence’s answering smile was radiant, and you couldn’t help but hope you’d have breakfast with him every morning that followed.


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12 DAYS OF HOLIDAY IMAGINES: DAY 10

Title: Secret Santa (Reader x Steve Rogers)

Summary: Tony schemes up a plan to set Steve and the reader up with each other for their Secret Santa gifts; leaving them with a Christmas Eve that they will never forget.

Word Count: 1740

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: Wow this has just taken my heart and RIPPED IT TO SHREDS. I loved writing it so so SO much. Happy day 10, I can hardly believe it! Hope you enjoy!

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Teen Wolf Imagine #5 - Stiles Stilinski

Request from Anonymous - Hey hey hey! I love your account! I was wondering if you could do an imagine for me? It’s Teen Wolf and it’s StilesxReader where the reader is Derek’s sister.

Request from rosesbabygirl - Can you do a stiles imagine where you have like a huge crush on him but he doesn’t know and you finally tell him and he’s super surprised and it’s super cute and you guys kiss and stuff lol if that makes sense.

Okay, so I decided to combine these two requests because I thought they could blend well. I hope you both like it! Thanks for requesting!

Also, Jesus, I didn’t think I would stop posting for so long and I’m so sorry but I’m back now and I’m really excited to write so yay! And you guys are really, really, really great for continuing to follow me and I have so much appreciation towards you guys for that.


Derek Hale was a moron.

Derek Hale was the biggest moron you’d ever met and you were forced to be his sibling.

“What do you mean I can’t hang out with Stiles and Scott anymore?” You asked, the tone of your voice bordering on a whine.

Derek didn’t even spare a glance, continuing to do push ups on the floor of his apartment. “They’re bad influences.”

“Bad influences? Bad influences?” Your voice rose, your eyes flickering between their normal color and the gold that your family’s werewolf gene had passed down. “You do realize that you dated Jennifer Blake, right? You know, the darach that was killing people?!”

Derek glared at you, a faint growl falling from his lips. “I don’t trust Scott and Stiles.”

You shrugged. “I don’t care if you don’t trust them, I do. So I’ll keep hanging out with them and you can keep working out alone in your apartment. Then we can both be happy,” you smiled at your older brother as he stood up, a hint of snark filling your words.

He shook his head, looking down at you, a permanent frown etched on his face. “Fine, keep seeing them. But when one of them breaks your heart you can’t come crying to me.” He walked away, his heavy footfalls shaking the room.

His last words kept replaying in your mind as you left his apartment, your feet easily beginning the walk to Stiles’ house. You were sure that neither Scott nor Stiles would break your heart, especially because you weren’t dating either of them. Your heart thrummed in your chest, fluttering against your ribs when you thought of dating Stiles. Your feelings towards him weren’t friend zoned by any means, but you were pretty sure that he’d never thought of you that way. He’d been talking about Lydia ever since you met him, after Scott had learned he was a werewolf.

You sighed heavily, looking up at the houses you were passing in the hopes of distracting your mind from the unhappy thoughts.

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t work.

After mulling over your thoughts for a few minutes, you arrived at Stiles’ house, immediately walking up to the door and knocking. A panting Stiles answered the door seconds later, quickly pulling you inside and slamming the door shut behind you. He gripped your hand tightly, tugging you to his room as he talked between heavy breaths, “You’ll never,” deep breath, “believe it. I found,” deep breath, “the most amazing thing,” 

The two of you were alone in his room as he rushed over to his bed. Piles of paper were scattered on top of it and a quick glance revealed all of them to be about werewolves and other supernatural creatures. 

You looked over at Stiles, a light pink blush dusting your cheeks as you looked into his chocolate brown eyes. He quickly looked away, nervously laughing, before his previous excitement returned and he picked up a few of the papers with gleeful enthusiasm and thrust them into your hands.

“So I remembered that you had mentioned a little while ago that you were having problems with your eyes changing color even though your heart rate was normal, so I started researching and I found this website and I guess I got a little caught up with printing things out,” he briefly stopped his rambling to look at the stacks of paper dispersed around his room, “but that’s not the point the point is I think I found some stuff that can help you.”

His eager gaze focused on your eyes, your lips curling into a delighted smile. You laughed lightly as he continued to watch you, motioning to read the papers.

You dropped the papers back on his bed and stepped closer to him, pressing your lips gently against his. Your cheeks were burning bright red, but your sudden burst of confidence kept you pressed against him.

Oily shame burned in the pit of your stomach when his soft lips stayed still against yours. You stepped back, already opening your mouth to apologize to him, until you saw his wide eyed expression and the crimson color of his cheeks. His lips started to move, stuttering for a few seconds before he was able to get real words out. “What just happened?” he asked dazedly. “Did you just …” he trailed off, bringing a hand up to his mouth and softly touching his lips.

“I like you,” you blurted out. Your cheeks were still red and you wanted to stop talking, wanted to run out of the house and away from imminent rejection, but you were a Hale and Hales had courage. “I’ve liked you for a while. You’re really sweet and funny and helpful. But I get it if you don’t like me and I still want to be friends–”

“Wait, I’m sorry, you think I don’t like you? I’ve had the biggest crush on you since forever. Scott told me to try to make you jealous so I kept talking about Lydia and you never reacted any differently so I thought you didn’t like me back. But how could I not like you? You always know how to make me laugh and I love spending time with you. You’re gorgeous, I mean, have you seen yourself? And you always know what to do, especially with the weird supernatural things and oh my god I can’t believe you like me.” Stiles had the biggest smile on his face, his puppy dog eyes lighting up with awe and shock. “Can I kiss you again?”

You grinned back at home, a beam of glee. “Technically I kissed you,” you managed to say and then you were kissing again, his lips moving effortlessly against yours, pure happiness filling the kiss. You could feel him smile against your lips and you pulled away giggling, a comfortable hush enveloping the room.

Stiles broke it the silence.

“Your brother’s gonna kill me.”

sequencefairy  asked:

48 & 44? Ichiruki if you are down for it! ❤️


Prompt 44: I’ve been having a bad day

Pairing: Ichigo/Rukia

Summary: “Next week’s focus is on imagery, and the little girl with Nel-ribbons in her hair turns around in her seat to tell him that his hair looks fake. “Your notebook’s nice though”, she says, “it’s a pretty colour.”

“Thanks”, he says, “I think so too.”

Ichigo stays back after class, writing about blue stars bursting violet-cold and eyes so bright, they freeze you to the bone.”


Post-342 Hurt/Comfort, only there’s no real comfort here.

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anonymous asked:

it’s kylo-renne, can I ask for a ship bb? I’m studying nursing, I love helping people. My favorite color is pink and I like dressing super cute. I like people who can hold a good conversation and who know how to treat women.

I ship you with … POE DAMERON

• y’all met when poe got a cut in his cheek from doing something super manly and u had to fix it up

• after ur encounter he started coming IN FOR EVERY LITTLE FUCKING THING

• “I have a paper cut” REALLY POE REALLY

• HED EVEN INSIST U PUT THE BANDAID ON FOR HIM BECAUSE HE WANTS U TO TOUCH HIM

• eventually he asks u out on a date

• it was cute, he took u on a flight and u guys kinda just soared and talked

• and trust me he treats his women well in a many of ways (-;;;;; especially his favorite women (you)

• he adores your need for taking care of other people AND HES LIKE WOW HOW DID I END UP WITH SUCH AN AMAZING GIRL?????

For My Jack

I wanted to churn out at least 1 more fic before Christmas. I’m close enough.


           Jack knew better than to be snooping around in Mark’s things, but he was perfectly justified. He’d loaned the slick fucker his favorite sweater four days ago and still hadn’t gotten it back, and he was freezing his ass off.

           Mark was out grocery shopping, probably buying some enormous Christmas ham that would last them for the next two weeks. Jack grinned to himself at the thought of the good old-fashioned Christmas dinner they’d be having tomorrow night. Since neither of them lived anywhere near their respective families, they’d be having a one-on-one couple’s holiday this year, and Jack would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited. It’d be their first Christmas together without the pressure of family and friends and holiday-themed obligations—and if there was one thing Jack loved, it was being free from obligations.

           He didn’t see his sweater anywhere on the hangers, but he knew for a fact that it wasn’t in his closet or the coat closet, so this was the last place it could be. Feeling like a creep, he pushed aside Mark’s hanging clothes and started digging through his cubbyholes, where he had shirts and pants folded messily. His fingers brushed against some old keys, crumpled up papers, a few dollar bills (that were tempting to take), a velvety box, some toothpicks…

           Wait, velvety box? Jack reached back further in and pulled out a small, fuzzy box that fit in his palm. It looked like jewelry, but Mark wasn’t a jewelry kind of guy. Curious, Jack opened it up.

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anonymous asked:

yoonmin secret admirer!au :D

wc: 1.7k
summary: jimin has a secret admirer and yoongi has terrible friends but great wingmen. (fluff).

(posting on mobile, will put this under read more later when i get home. warning/s: unbeta’d and typed up on a phone.)

crushes are a very funny thing. sometimes, it’s butterflies in your stomach, other times, it’s a knife in your gut. jimin is standing in an in-between, a crossroads of sorts. it’s not like he has a crush, no, he has a secret admirer - but it feels like a crush, anyway, because his secret admirer has been leaving him various tiny, thoughtful little gifts that they either slip into his locker or set atop his table. it’s been three months now and with each passing day, jimin starts to feel a little bit more in love with the kind stranger (or, well, in crush. whoever it is must be nice and cute, probably, judging by the tiny little things they leave - sometimes coloured pens, other times a few pieces of chocolate, and lately, the past two weeks, his secret admirer has been leaving him more extravagant gifts, not so tiny and little things anymore.)

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Title: Tutoring Session

Characters: Chanyeol/Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,465

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      There was a rumor going around that Byun Baekhyun- the most popular guy at school- had gotten his turn with tutoring lessons from a girl in his class. Everyone knew about her, since she was the smartest girl in school. Honestly, you would pay her all the money in the world to get a lesson, but she was only taking in students from her own class, which you weren’t in. You sigh miserably and lay your head on the desk, twirling your pencil on your notes.

      You weren’t excelling at anything in school except for dance class, and they were threatening to kick anyone out who couldn’t pass finals. You knew you had little hope to do even that. These were your thoughts for the past week, which would have stayed the same until something unexpected happened today. The nice guy- who sat next to you- stands on top of his chair, immediately gaining everyone’s attention. He smiles.

      “Everyone! My name is Chanyeol.” Everyone knew who he was- literally the most handsome guy in your grade. “We all know about the girl in the next class over, yes?” He asks, your class nods in unison. “Well, today I will be giving tutoring lessons also, but for half the price.” Your jaw drops. Why hadn’t you thought of this before? He was, in fact, smarter than she was. His test grades could prove it. You could have asked him before he brought it to everyone’s attention. Now, you had a 1/32 chance of getting it.

      “I’ll use the same method she does for the drawing, please separate into two groups, boys and girls, and then draw from these boxes.” He places two tissue boxes on his desk, which were full of folded pieces of paper either saying “yes” or “no”. You guessed everyone needed help as much as you did, because there was no questions asked, just the loud shouts of kids who wanted to be first in line to draw. You managed to squeeze your way into the front of the line and shove your hand in the box before anyone else could, then pull out your slip of paper.

      “I got it!” You say aloud, making the girls moan in disappointment. You look up at your soon-to-be tutor, who’s expression you couldn’t read. All you could see was the slight pink on his ear tips.

      “Come on, _____, let’s make this quick.” The boy who got the “yes” walks to the center of the room and you stand in front of him. You were lucky enough to get the “yes”, you were hoping you would be even luckier to win the flip. Chanyeol supplies the nickel and flips it after you call tails.

      “Tails..” Chanyeol says, is that shock you hear in his voice? “_____ wins this round, we’ll do it again tomorrow.” He walks to his desk and collects his things before turning to you. “Are you ready?” You hastily pick up your books and bag.

      “Yes!” You were so lucky. The standardized test gods must be smiling upon you today. You thank him as you walk out of the school and try to make small talk. “How long have you been thinking about doing this?” He looks at you like he was surprised you were even interested in his existence.

      “Just today, actually.” He admits and you laugh.

      “Do your parents know about it?”

      “Yeah, my mom is really supportive.” You find yourself asking him a variety of questions, interested in his life out of his studies. You found out he really likes playing instruments, and that he has a passion for writing music. “Here we are.” He says as you step onto the front lawn of home. It was beautiful, even though it’s size was significantly smaller than the monstrous ones surrounding it.

      When you walk through the door, you follow him around, peeking around every doorway curiously. “So where’s your mom?” You ask him. He walks up a staircase, beckoning you to follow as he replies. “She’s visiting her friend today.” When you enter a room, it dawned on you that you were in HIS room. The clutter of music sheets and CD’s in the corner were unmistakably those of an appreciator of music, and the guitar leaning against the window was a dead giveaway. “Have a seat.” He motions to the bean bags on the floor and you happily oblige. It wasn’t what you were expecting in a tutoring session, but it made it more comfortably and you relax. You realized that you were nervous before- entering his house only be told how bad you were at math and science.

      “I need help with Calculus.” You say, bringing your mind from your thoughts. He nods, taking a seat in the bean bag in front of you and sliding his textbooks out from under his bed. “I don’t understand any of it.” His eyes widen in surprise when he opens up his textbook.

      “None of it?” He repeats. He starts with the basics, patient but strict while showing you which formulas and equations you needed for a certain problem. “Do you know why this is the answer?” He asks you, pointing at a variable. You shake your head and he explains it to you until you get it. You were amazed at his skill to teach and also boggled why you never understood it before. It was so easy, the way he was explaining it. You can’t help but laugh ridiculously when you realize that Chanyeol has taught you everything you need to know for the test in the span of a few hours while your teacher couldn’t even teach you throughout the whole year.

      “You’re a good teacher.” You say after he’s done giving you practice problems. When he doesn’t reply, you glance up at him only to find him pink from head to toe as he takes in your compliment.

      “Thank you,” He says, shifting. You were acutely aware of his arm, which he was using as support as he leans on it behind your back. Because he had moved his bean bag closer to you so he could see what you were struggling with, he leaned over a lot, which caused his thigh to accidentally bump into yours countless times- his chest a ghost on your shoulder as he uses his free hand to point at things. “_____? Did you hear?”

      “Huh?” You blink, not realizing that you weren’t listening and tilt your head up to apologize, but when you do, you stop short as you almost kiss him. You let out in inaudible gasp the same time his eyes widen, your lips parting and your cheeks aflame. “Um,” Your breath fans across his neck and you don’t notice the goosebumps that rise there because he stammers.

      “I said, we’re done with the lesson now.”

      “Oh.” You scoot away awkwardly, closing your textbook and packing your things. Just as awkwardly, he stands up and kicks the bean bag to his bed, where it was originally. “Thank you for the lesson, I think I’ll pass the test now.” You tell him honestly, even though you were blushing because you thinking about something else. You watch as he presses his lips together, his gaze keeping yours.

      Just before you turn to leave he speaks. “Will you come over again?” You nearly fall in shock and gape at him.

      “But I don’t need help on any other subjects..” You reply. You weren’t surprised that he thought you were stupid all around, but you still find yourself taking offense. He immediately shakes it off.

      “No! No, I mean as a friend.” Oh. “I like spending time with you.” You blush a little before smiling.

      “Oh,” You glance at the bean bags on the floor before looking back at him. “Okay.” You wondered if you’d ever only like him as a friend, because today Chanyeol showed you a side of him you’ve never seen, and it was a part of him you were eager to explore. “Is this weekend alright?” He looked happily shocked that you had offered to come over so soon.

      “Yeah, that’s perfect.” He says, and you nearly swoon when he smiles, because the corners of his eyes crinkle and he displays his pearly white teeth. “I’ll see you then.” You start to wave goodbye, when you remember.

      “Ah!” You rummage through your backpack, and he’s confused until you thrust a twenty dollar bill at him. “Twenty for four hours, right?” His big hands fall over yours and he pushes it back.

      “You don’t have to pay me.” He says. When you’re still eager about paying him, he gently pushes his finger to your lips, which caught you by surprise and you stop. “First customer discount.” He says as you blush.

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