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My friend learned the hard way to not answer the door to late night trick-or-treaters

by reddit user manen_lyset

We all have that one friend who’s not into the holidays. You know the one: won’t decorate, won’t dress up, won’t wish you a happy -whatever day it is-, and, though he’ll reluctantly agree to come to your themed party, he’ll stay in the back and scowl the whole time. In most cases, the hate is directed at just one holiday, whether it be Valentines, Christmas, Easter, or, hell, even arbor day. My friend Patrick? He hated Halloween with every fiber of his being.

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I’m starting my third year in 2 days and I was thinking about everything I’ve learned in those long 2 years and thought why not share some of it with you guys. Everyone’s experience is different and mine may not cover every aspect of college life, but here are some things that I’ve learned from my uni days so far.

1. College is not like high school

You must be like ‘well duh obviously it’s not’ but listen: you get much more freedom when it comes to your studies. And with that freedom comes more responsibility. You’re on your own here, you study for you and you’ll often study alone outside of class so time management is very important. There are no teachers who will go over the material again and again, you either get it or you don’t . But don’t worry,most professors are always willing to help you out if you don’t understand something.

2. Studying is beneficial for your future but sometimes so is going out

Every once in a while it’s good to take a break and hang out with your groupmates. You will get to know each other better in a more chill and relaxed atmosphere. Also, if you ever get exchange students, hang out with them as well. Believe me, you’ll learn so many interesting things about their culture and the background they come from and it’s always good to broaden your knowledge in those areas.

3. Don’t drink with people you don’t trust

((that is of course if you’re old enough to drink:)) There are some genuinely nice people out there who will hold your hair while you’re throwing up, pay for the cab and make sure you get home safe (or walk you to your dorm room), but there are also those who will not hesitate to take advantage of you, so please be careful about who you’re drinking with (it’s always good to have a trusting friend who you know will take care of you in case you take too many shots).

4. That being said, if you see someone who’s had too much to drink and doesn’t seem to have anyone they know wherever it is that you’re drinking at, take care of them

This is pretty self explanatory, and I know you may think it’s not your duty to take care of this person (especially if it’s someone you’ve never met before) but please don’t just leave them at the party/club/whaever, you will not forgive yourself if anything happens to them.

5. Hangover is a bitch

I’m realizing now that three out of five tips so far have been about drinking but oh well. If you have never (or you think you have never) had a hangover in high school, welcome to college. Keep sipping on that water cause it’s going to be a long, long day.

6. Never take a class you’re not interested in just because your friend is taking it

This one can be tricky if you (like me) suffer from anxiety. But if there’s a class you really want to take that none of your friends are interested in, do it! The best course I’ve taken in uni so far was the one my friends didn’t even consider and it was an amazing one. Yet at the end of last year, when I was signing up for classes for the first semester of year three, I decided to take a course I didn’t like just because my uni best friend had signed up for it, and now said friend is dropping out and I will be stuck with the course I couldn’t care less about for an entire semester, so that’s a cautionary tale right there.

7. Participate in optional work

If you have any debates, film/book discussion and things of that nature, take part in them. It’s yet another chance to meet new people, and you often get extra credit for them which is never a bad thing (that’s how I aced one of my classes in year one)

8. All-nighters aren’t cool

They’re not healthy and often do more damage than good. Only pull one if you absolutely need it (e.g if it’s already past midnight, the deadline is in 9 hours and you haven’t even started writing that 15 page essay)

9. Don’t start working unless you really need the money

Combining study and a full-time or even a part-time job is extremely hard. Think about it this way: there’s sleeping, studying and working; you can only have two. You will be either working and sleeping, studying and sleeping or studying and working, none of those options are good for you and your mental and physical health. And hey, once you graduate you’ll have to get a job either way, so if your parents are still willing to support you or you have another way of supporting yourself financially, it’s best to just not rush it and focus on getting that diploma instead.

10. Dropping out isn’t the end of the world

If at some point you decide to drop out, give yourself some time to think it through; a week, a month, a semester. College is not for everyone, and there are different life situations and if you end up dropping out, know that you are NOT a failure. Several of my friends dropped out over these two years and they’re living their best lives right now. You’re going to figure it out and you’re going to be okay, I’m rooting for you lil bean.

And some additional tips:

- Have a bottle of water on you at all times. Hydration is the key, remember?

- Libraries and reading rooms are the best. They’re pretty, quiet and often have wifi. Just don’t skip classes too often there.

- Don’t compare your success with others’. 

- Sometimes eating dried tea leaves during a lecture is the best way to connect with people. Please don’t ask me why I know this.

Hope you guys found this helpful and hope you all are having a great beginning of your school year!

18 Ways to Have a Better 2018 (Study Edition)

Note: these are just things that I have found help! These may not help or work for everyone, since everyone is different and has a different studying style!

1. Let yourself waste time sometimes. It’s great to be productive, but you don’t have to be productive all the time. You can give yourself time to relax and unwind too. Revising on the train is great but sometimes you should let yourself play a game. Laminating your notes and sticking them on your shower door is brilliant but sometimes you should just let yourself jam! Studying doesn’t have to be all you do.

2. Thank your teachers, professors, lecturers or anyone else after a class! They put a lot of effort into helping you attain an education, and a small thank you might just help make their day!

3. Take care of your physical health. Join a sport, go on walks, or do some simple stretches! Whatever you can physically do, try and do something! 

4. Take care of your mental health. Try out things which can help you relax, like meditation, drawing, singing, whatever it may be!

5. Plan, but leave space for spontaneity. It’s great to have a study schedule, but sometimes things don’t go to plan. Maybe something will come up or something will take longer than expected. Always leave some cushion room for something coming up!

6. Have realistic goals. That’s not to say don’t aim high - you should most definitely aim high if you want. But be realistic in yourself. Everyone is human. No one can work 25 hours a day! 

7. Remember that your education exists out of academia! Learn how to drive, sign up for a cooking class, join a sport, take up a new hobby. All these things will also teach you skills, don’t discount them.

8. Stay positive. Sometimes you’ll hate a class or fail a test and thats ok. It’s all part of the learning process. Don’t let it get you down. 

9. Try something you haven’t tried before. If you love science, maybe try a humanities class! You’ll never know it might surprise you and you might love it. If not, at least you have a wider perspective. 

10. Form a study group with friends. This doesn’t work for everyone, but, often if you study with the right friends, it can be a really rewarding experience. 

11. Study in more than one place. Studying in different environments can make it seem a whole lot less tedious. 

12. Don’t only talk about studying. Being a student may be a major part of your life, but that’s not all you are. If all you talk about is studying, it can be easy to forget all the other lovely things you are! 

13. Don’t isolate yourself. Especially around exam season, it can be easy to stay at your desk, in your room for 10 hours a day. Remember to make time to communicate with your friends and family! 

14. Sometimes the stress of school/college/university can be really harmful. If you’re ever feeling low, talk to a counsellor or mental health professional. Taking care of yourself is really important and there’s no shame in asking for help! 

15. Do what works for you not someone else. If making beautiful study notes helps you, don’t let anyone tell you it’s not worthwhile. If you’re not really into aesthetic study notes, don’t let anyone tell you thats bad! Everyone has different ways of studying and thats totally fine! 

16. Try some new ways of studying. IF you’re more of a textbook person, try listening to a podcast. If you’re more of a podcast, try out mind-maps. There might be new and exciting ways of studying which work for you! 

17. Get enough sleep. It really depends on each individual person as to how much you need, but make sure you get enough! If you have trouble sleeping try  speaking to a doctor! 

18. Remember that failing is a stepping stone to success. It’s always ok to fail at something! The important thing is that you try again. 



56th Street - Peter Parker

request -  Hey, could you do a story where the reader (who doesn’t really know Peter but maybe they go to the same school?) finds one of Peter’s backpacks that he left behind and tries to find him to give it back to him? And maybe that happens more than one time and reader tries to solve this backpack mystery? Hope you can work with this messy idea, your blog’s name somehow gave me the idea.

a/n - this idea made me so happy!!!! (for obvious reasons LMAO) i tried to show his more dorky side in this fic and i’m sorry if it failed, but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

I was walking down 53rd street, headphones in and heading home straight from work. I decided to take the short way home through a small alleyway, but was stopped when I almost tripped over something.

What the hell-” I thought to myself, looking down to see a small backpack. It seemed as if it was left here since the sun was going down and everyone was starting to head home for the day. My eyes then caught onto the zipper was broken from the side down.

Parker.” I huffed in my mind, recognizing the faulty zipper. This had marked the third time that I’ve found his backpack within the last month. Peter and I had never spoken to one another outside of Chemistry, and I never understood why he would be rushing out of school so quickly. Every time I found his backpack it would also be in the same place too, which I found odd.

I zipped his backpack up and looked at the tag on one of its straps.

20 Ingram Street.” I typed into my phone, slinging the backpack around my shoulder and following the directions that radiated off of the screen, luckily not being longer than a 10 minute walk.

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Peter Parker - Confessions

i thought this was super cute and i hope you guys enjoy it!! 

warnings: kissing and  swearing

word count: 2002

requests are open:))!!

Originally posted by hardyness

sitting in science last period i was trying to keep myself from falling asleep. i could feel my eyes slowly begin to shut as my head was resting on the palm of my hand. peter nudged me as my eyes began to shut completely. i jumped slightly then kicked him under the table, mouthing a few curse words his way. i could see his body vibrating with laughter as my angry face turned to look at the board.


the bell sounded and the whole classroom came to life, majority practicality running out of the class. i grabbed my things and followed peter and ned out of the class, we stopped at my locker first i began placing my things back in my locker and grabbed my back pack.

“movie night?” i asked peter a small smile forming on my face once i saw his reaction. his face lit up as a large smile was placed on his face, he nodded his head excitedly as we began making our way to his locker. along the way we lost ned in the crowd of people. peters smile was still on his face when we arrived at his locker.

i love his smile

peter looked at me for a second, his face turned a bright shade of pink and his lips began to twitch up at the ends. “what?” he questioned as he pulled his bag from his locker. “did i say something?” i played dumb with him, i was not going to admit to my best friend of 5 years that i was madly in love with him while he spent all of his time looking at liz completely oblivious to how i feel.

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Hum so since there is always the concern with young aces, or teens identifying as ace, I wanted to share a story with some ace blogs.

When I was 12, we had a sex ed sessions. Not going to enter the details, but it was overall horrible, and I honestly didn’t have any interest in it and it was pretty obvious. I don’t know how it happened, but my lack of interest was reported to my head teacher who called me in his office. The first thing he told to a 12 yo who wasn’t interested in sex was “were you abused?”

In hindsight, it came from a good sentiment, but it’s pretty telling if it’s abnormal not to be interested in sex at 12. Adults, teachers, saw me as broken, because I wasn’t interested in sex. It was obviously not normal! And “abuse” the only possible explanation.

I didn’t have the words back then - whether asexual or even sex-repulsed - so I couldn’t explain myself. In a class of rougly 30 12/13 years old kids, I was the only one with such a lack of interest.

So, when I see people asking “I’m 14, can I be ace or am I too young?” I remember the insistance this teacher had that I had to be interested, when I was only 12. While, yes, at 14 you could be a late-bloomer, you could also be ace and stay that way. I only discovered the word half through college, but I was definitely already ace back in middle school. So, from my point of view, it’s great you already found the word! Things’ll be less confusing for you, especially in high school.

Hope it can help. Sorry for the weird English!


Liam Dunbar x Reader x Theo Raeken

~ Part 1

Warnings: Mature content, sexual content, hints of smut, nsfw.


“Where is she?” Theo fumed as he ran after Scott. He was on his way towards the cafeteria, in hopes of getting rid of Theo since he’s been asking about your presence at least three times just this morning.

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Fuckboy! Kang Daniel

masterlist can be found (here)

Fuckboy x Wanna One:
Yoon Jisung II Ha Sungwoon II Hwang Minhyun II Ong Seongwoo II Kim Jaehwan II Kang Daniel II Park Jihoon II Park Woojin II Bae Jinyoung II Lee Daehwi II Lai Guanlin

“Here I thought I already had everything, but now I know what’s it like to wake up in the morning and experienced the best view.”

  • That fuckboy who works out A LOT and just goes clubbing very often 
  • Works out a lot mainly because that’s how he channels his stress from school & lots of ppl find him way too attractive when he gyms so bonus points for that
  • He won’t be the type to specifically approach a girl but will literally flirt/make out with any girl who approaches him first 
  • his logic is that they are interested in him and knows what’s going to happen so he’s not responsible if they get their hearts break over him
  • He’s the one everyone has their eyes on in the club, not just because he is drop dead gorgeous but he is one of the best dancers there 
  • Honestly, the only reason he goes clubbing is so he can win those dance battles and get extra $$$
  • & ofc get them ladies 
  • You weren’t exactly a party person but you knew how to get loose during the ideal time 
  • Seeing how you ended just finished your mid terms, you knew it was time to get loose and have fun
  • What better way than to go to the club your cousin owns?
  • You were dressed to kill and attracted everyone’s attention when you walked in with your friends 
  • You got yourself a drink to get yourself in the mood as you survey the environment
  • You could see a lot of new faces and wow that cutie at the dance floor was totally your type
  • But you knew from experience that boys like that were honestly the worst to be with as they did stomp on your feelings so you just dance with your friends, having the time of your life
  • While Daniel was busy with his dance battle, he did notice you considering you were one of the only few girls who wasn’t just grinding at some strangers but actually pulling off some sick moves
  • He would be absolutely lying to himself if he wasn’t physically attracted to you
  • Before he could make his way to you, the owner of the club who is good friends with him drag Daniel to a corner, saying how he wanted to introduce his baby cousin to him who was a dance major like him but in a different college and thought you guys would get along really well
  • He was like ‘…… okay’ although all he wanted was to walk to you
  • Little did he know, the owner’s ‘baby’ cousin was indeed you
  • When he made eye contact with you, his palms were getting clammy
  • It wasn’t that you were ‘different’, more like you look like you were having the worst time of your life talking to him
  • To be fair, you were just testing Daniel since well he wasn’t your usual boy-next-door
  • He was honestly freaking out cause it might sound crazy but he was really really attracted to your personality by the end of the night
  • You were a lot smiley later on as you two talked about his cats and you brought up how you were actually working part time at a cat cafe and you seemed to be very carefree when you spoke to him
  • You were just very open to him about your stuff and didn’t seem to actually try to flirt with him as you were more interested to know what was beneath him rather than making out with him 
  • You two exchanged numbers as you left and Sungwoo being the little shit he was, would tease Daniel for having a love struck expression 
  • Two days later, as you tied your apron to start your part time job, you notice how Daniel was waiting at the counter, getting ready to order a drink
  • You did be surprised cause who did expect a boy like to actually remember where you work & what time was your shift
  • He did spend the time playing with the cats in the cafe
  • It did evoke such a fuzzy and warm feeling in your chest 
  • You will probably bring him a complimentary cake on the way and he will thank you while petting a kitten
  • You were just like wtf did the clubbing Daniel go????
  • - He will message you photos of the kitten even if you see them every day
  • But those texts will soon turn into asking how was your day? To you sending videos of your dance practice  
  •  Expect him to come by EVERY single time you were working 
  • At this point, you were just wondering how was he not broke from the constant coffee and cakes he did get from the cafe
  • You decided to let him in for free cause he was attracting a lot of customers anyway  
  • That was when he asked you instead of charging it for free, could you go on a date with him instead? 
  • Of course you said yes and it was a date of the zoo where he did make fun of how his friends resembles a certain animal and you did laugh at all his jokes
  • That was when you realize you were super comfortable with him as more dates came by and although there wasn’t an official title, Daniel just didn’t see any point of looking at other girls when all he could think was making you his
  • When you guys are officially together, every girl basically stood 10m apart from Daniel
  • nobody wanted to mess with you the cause no one wanted to be on the blacklist of the hottest club courtesy of your lovely cousin who was basically shipping you and Daniel 
  • Expect a lot of workout dates and dance battle between you two and lots of cuddles with Rooney and Peter somehow squished in between

Requests are always open & Feel free to inbox me anything at all  ♡

sketches [ cm x r ]

Originally posted by evans-hansen

fandom : Dear Evan Hansen

by : Victoire

pairing : Connor Murphy x Reader

summary : In which you are a gifted artist & Connor just so happens to be your unsuspecting muse.

word count : 4,519

warnings : Swearing

a / n : Here we are! I’m beyond excited to be sharing my first fic with you. I’ve recently gotten into DEH & really explored the characters as people, so I do hope the way I write Connor is enough for you! I had my ups & downs while writing this, but the result did prove successful.

Oh, & make sure to see if you can catch a hidden If I Could Tell Her reference in the fic! *winky face* I would love you for the rest of my days if you all could leave a like or maybe reblog! Feedback & constructive criticism are always welcome.

Biting your lip in concentration, your eyes carefully studied the sharp but somehow soft lines of his face. He was sitting diagonally in front of you, with a perfect view of his profile.

Why would you be drawing the infamous Connor Murphy in the middle of a calculus class, you ask? Honestly, you didn’t even have a valid reason except for the fact that he was absolutely beautiful.

His was a unique kind of beauty, dark & harsh & in all ways mysterious, but at the same time there was a sort of lightness to it, fragile & delicate.

It puzzled you sometimes, but you were still drawn to the enigma that happened to be Connor Murphy.

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Skid on my lawn and harass my family? Hope your job security is good.

Bit of background: (long story, tl;dr at the end)

I have known the people that committed these actions for quite a while. Some of them were good friends, some I had no beef with at all. Then they went rogue for no apparent reason.

Anyway, this happened a month ago and it progressed ever since. My family and I live in a rather quiet neighbour hood and like to mind our business. There are a few selfish individuals who live in my town who enjoy to harass people, do drugs and generally get up to no good. The main ringleader is a person I went to school with, he left a few years ago to go to a military school for whatever reason I wouldn’t know. Let’s call him degenerate.

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Secret Relationship- Derek Hale

Request: ‘Can you do a Derek imagine where you are Derek’s girlfriend and the pack finds your instagram and it has pictures of you two on it doing cute things and Derek is smiling and they confront him and they find them sleeping together? (Actually sleeping) Thanks!’

prompt: you confront Derek about him wanting to keep your relationship a secret from your friends, which leads to a few confessions. Meanwhile your friends found your also secret Instagram account.

pairing: derek x fem!reader

A/N: I’m obviously back from the dead. Please don’t hate me for my absence


Originally posted by hobrien

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend and truned away from him. You were in the middle of another one of your arguments. Derek and you had been together for almost half a year now and yet none of your friends were ‘allowed’ to know about it.

Derek thought it as inappropriate to share his relationship will Scott’s whole pack, which, unfortunately, were your closest friends. You just wanted to tell your best friends how happy your boyfriend made you and how happy you had become in general but Derek wanted it to be a secret.

Tears had welled up in your eyes as soon as the argument had started, but you were the one who had started it in the first place. You just were hurt by him not wanting others to know about you.

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anonymous asked:

what tips do you recommend an beginning artist? sorry i’m asking so much i just really love your art

GOSH thank you for the questions!! it makes me so happy kgjfdjhj

-the best advice i can possibly give you is to not get discouraged about your progress!! everyone needs to start somewhere and you’ll never get better if you don’t experiment and develop your tactics. if we’re being honest, your art when you first start something and try it for the first time is gonna suck so bad!! it’s really gonna be terrible. just keep at it and i promise things will DEFINITELY improve

- try a lot of different mediums! from acrylics to a crayon you found on the ground!! i ADORE digital art, but if you’re like me and really want to get into an art college, you need to be able to show your skills in a bunch of different things! i carry a sketchbook around at school and draw Something from life everyday. you never know when inspiration will strike you!!

- regarding digital art, MAKE SURE TO FIND A BRUSH THAT WORKS WITH YOU!!!!!!!! last year, i tried WAYYY too hard to make a brush that obviously didn’t work with my way of lining things work. the lineart ended up looking choppy and not at all clean or polished [which is what i wanted]. experiment with several types of brush settings to find something *you* think is going to work the best for your drawings

- this isn’t a necessity, but i try to post my art as often as i possibly can online. not only can i look back on my old art to see my progress [and yell at myself for thinking certain pieces of art were super good when they obviously weren’t GOD], i can also get feedback from other people! CRITICISM ISN’T A BAD THING

- try starting a webcomic or askblog to help balance out the amount of drawings you do! i had an animal crossing askblog for rosie the cat about two years ago,, MY ART WAS HORRENDOUS! having an askblog taught me some Smart Stuff though! 1.) backgrounds are hard 2.) perspective is hard 3.) having the motivation to answer asks that people send REALLY gets me into a drawing mood and 4.) once you consistently draw something over and over again, shocker, you get BETTER at drawing that thing each time!!! that’s magic babey

- it’s 100% okay to use references! and take inspiration from others! DON’T EVER COPY SOMEONE’S WORK THOUGH I WILL KILL YOU

- literally. do not ever be afraid to show people your work. like? you could message me with something you drew and i’d probably cry because i love *seeing* people’s things!! LIKE!! THEY DID THAT!!!!! [also if you ever want me to reblog your art, send me a message or w/e and i’ll hook u up <3]

that’s all i can really think of off the top of my head! i hope i helped :~)

Deck The Halls With Boughs Of Jealousy // A Fuckboy!Stilinski AU Part Five

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader / Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: NSFW IS FINALLY HERE Y’ALL, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Oral (Both), Fingering, Virginity Loss, Angst, Stiles Will Break Your Fucking Heart (Get Tissues Beforehand), Fighting, and Swearing. 

Word Count: 10,616

Song: Let’s Hurt Tonight by One Republic (bless you @girlwiththerubyslippers for this perfect song that single-handedly carried me through this part)

A/N: Guys, I’m seriously so in love with this part. I’m not one to ever toot my own horn but I have to admit that I did a dope job because it’s a really good fucking chapter. However, please don’t kill me after you read this part lol. Also, shoutout to my homegirl @snoopystilinski who is the real life Lexie and the gorgeous quotes in her dialogue are all from her amazingly jaw dropping poetry. 

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“Theo!” Noah exclaimed happily, walking past us and hugging the person Stiles and I were so shocked to see. “You made it.”

“Thank you for the invitation, Sheriff.” Theo hugged him back, his eyes kind.

“Well, I know it was a last minute one but when I heard you were back in town after I picked up the kids from the airport, of course I had to invite you!” The Sheriff confessed before putting his arms over all three of our shoulders. “I had to get the gang back together. You guys would hang out so much back when you and Melody used to date.”

“And you didn’t stop to think it would be awkward because of that?” Stiles questioned, his voice harsh.

“No,” Noah shrugged truthfully. “You’re both dating each other now and Theo has a girlfriend too.”

“Where is she then?” The boy with freckles narrowed his eyes.

“Right here.” A voice piped up from the sea of people, she walked towards us with a gift in her hand. “Sorry, I had to go pick up Noah’s gift in the car.”

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I have heterochromia.

My mom has it too, only hers is sectoral heterochromia. A part of her left eye is brown while most of it is blue. Mine’s complete. My right eye is brown, the left is blue. As a kid I’d get the most excited reaction out of the adults-

“His eyes are so beautiful!”

“Wow, they’re different colors!”

“How stunning!”

I’d like to say that my eyes are only one part of myself, that it’s just a slice of the pie that makes up me. But really, the only fascinating part of myself is the heterochromia. I’m average in grades. Height. Strength. IQ. Not much stunning charisma either- I tend to stick to myself.

But in the end, it’s my eyes that saved my life. And maybe the lives of a few others.

The killings started my sophomore year. A young couple going out to smooch in their car was found dead, mangled by some wild beast. Their faces had been eaten off, their tongues ripped out, and their eyes completely gone.

I didn’t know them, they went to the private school. All the same, the stories started up about the Gosbecks Knoll Beast.

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Cravings (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Can you do a Jughead x reader where the reader and jughead are dating and she’s pregnant and has weird pregnancy cravings like dipping her fries in ice cream (LOL i do this a lot) and Jughead teases her for it but still goes out of his way to get it for her? LOL just cute fluffy stuff. Thank you!! I really liked your other imagines too, especially ‘Clingy’! Too cute!! <3

 A/N: So I’ve aged all the characters for this one! So everyone’s about 18-19 years old. I enjoyed writing this one so I hope you like it. Requests are Welcome!

Warning: Mention of Underage Drinking, high school pregnancy? 


Cravings (Jughead x Reader) 

Senior year. It was supposed to be a chilled year and it was. 

Until you found out you were pregnant. 

You were terrified but told your boyfriend of 2 years, who just held you tightly. 


You were already living together as your parents had moved due to a new job and Jughead had been staying with you prior. 

They had let you two find a small apartment within Riverdale to finish school and you called that home. 

 When he found out, he was shocked at first. 

You two weren’t very sexual creatures and had sex only a few times but always made sure to take precautions. 

But Ronnie and Cheryl had thrown a huge party, both forcing you two to go. 

You both had a couple drinks and one thing led to another. Neither of you had thought strange of it and shrugged it off, not realizing you hadn’t used a condom. 

Until you started getting sick all the time. 

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All right, my first post: crossdressing at my hometown.

Yes, you’re right. I’m a boy who loves dressing like a girl. But I’m straight and only admire the pretty face and figure of girls.

I was born and grew up in Beijing, the capital of the current China and the capital of six dynasties of ancient China centuries ago… My family is a very traditional Chinese family. My dad is an engineer and my mom is a medical doctor. They had high expectations on me to bring glory to the family. And I did: I had always been the top student in my class all the way from elementary school to college. I think my parents are proud of me by any means.

I went to Canada to pursue postgraduate study. Only after that, when I finally live independently without too much influence from my family, I found my love in crossdressing. And as I had done in my academic study, I also did pretty well in crossdressing and become a pro :-)

I have been dressing like a girl and visited many cities in North America, but never in my hometown Beijing…until this summer. I had a chance to hang out in Beijing with some friends in the local CD community. It was like a cememny for me to crossdress at my hometown: alghouth everything is so familiar to me but everything becomes so different when I look at them from the aspect of a girl.

Ok, here are the photos. Enjoy~


Glasses — Part Two

Title: Glasses [2/3]

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Type: Platonic | Romantic | Familial | Other

Warnings: profanity, richie being richie, fluff!!

Summary: lunch with the Losers Club, and plans for later.

Part One

Richie felt the burning gazes of his friends - a somewhat satisfying variation, with Eddie looking bemused, Stan smug, and Bill just very confused - and when the bell went for recess, he was cornered in a way a gaggle of hyenas might corner a baby deer.

Not that he was a baby deer, or anything.

“Alright, Tozier, so what gives?” Stan was the first to ask, that annoying half-smirk still tugging at his lips. “You talk to a girl and she’s not immediately grossed out or offended? The world will love to remember.”

“Fuck off,” Richie shot back, pushing his glasses up the bride of his snub nose and taking off down the corridor. His friends trailed behind him, plaguing him with questions that he pretended to find annoying but was secretly rather enjoying it because, well, you were a pretty cute girl, and he’d actually talked to you and you hadn’t, like, slapped him round the face (which may have happened on more than one occasion).

“What did you talk about?” Eddie persisted, his bafflement caving to curiosity.

“Yeah, I thought your conversations were limited to the size of your dick, girl’s racks and arcade games,” Stan supplied, chuckling.

“Well, if you’re so curious,” Richie spat out as they headed over to their wall to eat lunch. “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

That stayed all three in their tracks. “W-w-what do you mean?” Bill broke the silence.

Richie shrugged, fighting off a smug look unsuccessfully. “I said she could eat lunch with us.”

Four seconds of blankly shellshocked looks later, Eddie broke in. “And she… like, accepted?” His eyes were wide as saucers. “Without any, like, coercion? Blackmail?”

Richie glared, and hauled himself up to sit atop the wall. “Yes. Jesus.”

“I’m sorry.” Eddie laid his coat down on the grass and sat down placidly upon it, confusion riddling his features. “You, Trashmouth Tozier, asked a girl to eat lunch with us and she just… said yes? Of her own free will?”

Richie opened his mouth to retort, then let his jaw drift closed as he caught sight of someone over Eddie’s shoulder.

“See for yourself.” He settled back with a smug expression, and his friends turned abruptly to see you walking nervously over.

Your stomach was a war ground of nervousness and the sudden four pairs of eyes that turned to watch you walk over didn’t help at all. Nevertheless, you persisted, and as you neared, Richie beamed at you. He looked at you as though he couldn’t quite believe you were there, which you found disconcerting. He seemed sincere when he invited you and it wasn’t like you knew anybody else at the new school.

You stopped at the foot of the wall and glanced up at him, uncomfortably aware of how the gazes of his three friends hasn’t wavered since you’d first been spotted.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly, and Richie blinked and jumped down, landing with a clumsy stumble before you.

“Hey. Sorry, I didn’t think-“ he broke off suddenly. “Anyways, this is Stan, Bill and Eddie. Guys, this is Y/n.”

You waved your hand in silent greeting and tried for a smile, which was returned in a generous variety. The one called Bill’s smile seemed nice and genuine, Stan’s more amused than friendly and Eddie’s seemed tight and scrutinising, but oddly enough, you didn’t feel unwelcome.

Over the lunch period, the awkwardness faded, and soon you found yourself talking with Richie and his friends like you’d known each other all your lives. All your friends back home had been girls, so you thought the constant high-pitched chatter you were always slightly bored by was a norm for everyone, and you’d learnt when you were young to not to swear or shout excitedly as you spoke lest you fall victim to disapproving or scandalised stares from the girl around you.

So it came as a shock when you heard the rough and rowdy way the boys communicated. You felt totally at ease with the conversation, even when Really his showed a slightly wilder to his cheeky personality with innuendos and swearing and childish jokes.

When the bell signalled the end of lunch, you stood with reluctance.

“Hey!” Richie called over to you as you slung your backpack over your shoulders. You raised your eyebrows in question. “What’re you doing after school?”

“Uh…” You paused to consider. “Actually, I was thinking about checking out that quarry outside town centre.”

“No shit! We were gonna go too,” Stan said.

“You uh… wanna go with us? We could meet you there,” Richie offered, and you noted how the speed of his speech had increased significantly, and the nervous way he absently readjusted his glasses. Subconsciously, you found yourself doing the same.

“Yeah, cool,” you accepted, maybe a little too quickly. “I’ll see you guys after school.”

You turned and walked quickly away before anyone could see the smile on your lips and the flush on your cheeks.


Pink Lemonade

Summary: Richie Tozier finds himself in a sticky situation and is forced to hide in a closet for safety. He wasn’t expecting to find the space already occupied, and he defiantly wasn’t expecting to enjoy the company so much

A/N: I was actually going to cut this entire chapter out, jumping ahead to the party but I couldn’t resist a little Reddie banter. Sue me.

Word Count: 1867


Part: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) 7 (8) (9)

The first thing that had become painfully clear as they began their five hour drive, was that Eddie Kaspbrak had the worst singing voice in the entire world. It was a mixture between cat mating calls and nails on a chalk board and yet his horrific voice didn’t stop the smaller boy from belting out his favorite lyrics. Each time the song would change he would gasp and exclaim how much he loved this song and begin to screech over the blaring speakers.

Although he was sure that his ears had started to bleed, Richie found himself enjoying every second of it. He even egged it on, drumming his hands on the steering wheel and screaming along at the top of his lungs. Never in his life had he been happier driving long distance and never did he think he would sing along with The Beetles.

“Okay I need a break.” Eddie exclaimed, turning down the volume. “I don’t want to lose my voice before the game tonight.”

“Oh what no encore?” Richie joked, smirking over to his friend. “I think I may still have some hearing left in my left ear.”

“Oh haha.” The smaller boy sneered, opening the chips that thrashmouth brought along. “If you think I sing badly then you should hear Stan.”

“What do animals follow him too?” Richie joked, “Because I’m assuming there is going to a shit ton of cats waiting for us at the hotel. Pussy galore my friend.”

Eddie didn’t reply, instead he stuffed his face and flipped the bird. Richie laughed, amused by the sight. There was a crunch from the bag as the trashmouth leaned over and snatched back his snacks, ignoring the protest of his passenger.

He couldn’t help but smirk at Eddie as he pouted on the other side of the cab, crossing his arms and sticking out his bottom lip. There was a push of emotion in Richie’s chest, forcing it down with conversation. “How in the hell have we never met before? What are you new to Derry or something?”

The small boy snorted, “Richie, we have went to the same school since the third grade.”

“What? There is no way in hell that’s true.” He replied, “I think I would remember someone like you Eds.”

“Yeah right.” He replied, chuckling lightly. “Richie Tozier, remember me? Now I know that you’re the joker of Derry.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, slightly taken aback by the statement. His stomach churned, almost telling him not to press the subject.

“No offense Richie but you aren’t the type of person to hang out with us losers. Hell, I’m surprised you even talked to us.” It was like Eddie had punched him in the chest, he looked over to the smaller kid desperate to find some kind of humor only to come up short. “You’ve said exactly two sentences to me before this year and both were insults.”

“Oh come on, that can’t possibly be right.”

 Eddie rolled his eyes, counting the encounters on his boney fingers. “Once when we were in fifth grade you told me that my fanny pack was dumb and the other time was on the first day of freshman year when you pushed me aside and muttered something about being in the way.” He shrugged at the end, snatching back the snack from Richie’s lap. “You’ve always been too cool for school and way too cool for me.”

“You’re wrong Eddie, you aren’t a loser and I’m not too cool for you.” He replied softly, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. There was a small rip in his heart, one that leaked out desperate and unacquainted emotions, making Richie feel sick. “You should think better of yourself.”

“Oh please.” Eddie snickered, taking a bite of another chip. “I carried a fanny pack until sixth grade, and only stopped when I found out my mother was making me take placebo pills to make me think I was sick.”


“No, placebos. You know, fake shit? Sugar pills?” He corrected, turning slightly to face his friend. “I came out as gay freshman year and over half the girls in our school are taller than me. It’s okay Rich, I’m a loser but I found other loser friends. It wasn’t like I unhappy. I didn’t know anyone different until you forced your way into our group, bringing along your own friends. Now we are like a little club.”  

 There was a stillness that began to spread through the car, neither one of them spoke a word as what had been said lingered between them. Richie tried to think back to when he had interacted with Eddie previously but nothing came to mind. He had said a lot of things, made a lot of jokes over the years and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pin point meeting someone so special to him.

“Eddie?” Richie blurted, unable to pry his gaze from the road.


He gulped down the lump in his throat, his knuckles white from his death grip on the wheel. With one shaky breath he managed, “I’m glad I finally noticed you, you are literally the best thing that I have ever found in the janitor’s closet.” There was another confession on the tip of his tongue but he bit down, killing it before it could escape.

“You’re not too bad yourself Tozier.” He jeered, smirking. “A pain in my ass but I can deal.”

Half-jokingly, he replied, “I’ll be the pain in your ass anytime Eds.” The response he received was from the chips as they were split onto his lap.

They arrived at the hotel just before check in, the group huddled around the truck as Bill went inside to get their keys. Richie found himself sitting in his cab, taking long drags of a much needed cigarette. Though his rear view mirror he watched Eddie converse with Ben, his face lightening up with their interaction. He couldn’t help but smirk, appreciating the sight.

“So how did the car ride go?” Beverly asked, leaning against the driver side door. “Talk about anything extra fun?”

“We met in third grade right?” He asked, blowing smoke in her direction.

“I think so, why?”

“Did you know Eddie has been in the same school as us since then?”

He looked over to his best friend, expecting her to be taken aback but was astonished to see her nodding. “Yeah, the kid with the fanny pack.”

There was another rip in his heart, his body rejecting the sudden information as his stomach dropped painfully. “Huh.” Richie muttered, shaking his head. “How do you remember him but I don’t? What in the hell is wrong with me?”

“He was lemonade Richie.” She replied, as if any of that phrase made sense.

“What the fuck does that mean.”

Beverly sighed, pulling out her own death stick. “You know when you are getting pop at a restaurant and there is always that option for lemonade?”

“Yeah, I never pick it.”

“Exactly.” There was a pause while she lit her smoke, sucking down the nicotine. “You don’t notice it until you are forced to drink it. Other options always get in the way, and they seem better so you choose them but lemonade has always been there, it was just pushed aside.”

“That is the stupidest analogy that I have ever heard.” A cloud of smoke was blown in to his face, forcing him to rear back in surprise.

“Is it though?” She retorted, smiling at his discomfort. “Does it not make sense? I mean Eddie is gay so that would make him pink lemonade, but the similarity is there.”

Richie didn’t bother to reply, instead looking back to their group of friends. Stan had joined the conversation, waving his hands as if deep in an overdramatic complaint. Eddie nodded, rolling his eyes. For a split second be looked up meeting the trashmouth’s gaze though the mirror, smirking before returning to the conversation. There was a skip in Richie’s heart beat and he could feel his face flush at the encounter.

“Pink lemonade can be quite good if you actually give it a try.” Beverly added before Bill appeared with the room keys. Richie let it be, not giving her the satisfaction of his obvious agreement.

The crowd roared around them, every person in the stand screaming at the top of their lungs in support of their team. Richie and Bill were the loudest, chanting Mike’s name as he passed another touchdown. The others tried their best, shouting when the time was right.

All of the rumors had been true, the game was a total blow out. Derry was leading by more than twenty with less than three minutes left on the board. There were a sea of familiar faces, all of which seemed to be staying at the same hotel as them, making the trip to the party that much easier. Someone had raided their parent’s liquor cabinet, bringing with them every toxic drink imaginable.

This was a relief for Richie, with everyone intoxicated he might just be able to talk to Eddie without any interruptions. He had grown annoyed by Beverly’s not so suable hint drops, finding courage in the game and the exhilaration, making up some kind of plan. It wasn’t the best, and in retrospect it practically set him up for failure but it was the best thing he could think of.  

“You okay?”

Richie looked down to Eddie, noticing him for the first time that half. The jacket he wore was at least three sizes too big, practically swallowing his small body. His face was flustered, obviously overwhelmed by all of the excitement. The trashmouth couldn’t’ suppress his smile, “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you enjoying yourself there Eds?”

“Don’t call me that.” He replied, huffing in annoyance. “That’s not my name.”

“Oh my dear, that ship has long since sailed.” Richie cooed in response, pinching his cheeks. The smaller boy pulled away, swatting at his hands. “You get so cute when you are frustrated, like a little red puppy.”

“Wow two insults in one breath. I’m honored.”

He laughed, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. “You should be, I only save the double zingers for important people.”

“Lucky me.” Eddie hissed in a sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes. As he began to walk away he was halted by Richie’s hand as it bit into his shoulder, stilling him. He met his gaze, confused as to why he had been stopped.

“Hey, after the game I wanna talk to you” The trashmouth divulged, chewing on his lower lip. “I mean if you get a chance during the party.”  

“Yeah, sure Rich.” He replied cautiously, noticing his friend’s stiffness. “Is something wrong?”

“No. It’s nothing bad.” Richie replied, dripping his hold. “I just want to-“But the rest of his words were drowned out by the crowed as they cheered at Mike’s next touch down. Eddie never looked away, practically burning his friend’s skin with his intense stare.

Richie forced a smile, chuckling lightly, “Look don’t worry about it. I’ll find you later tonight.”

“Okay Richie. Whatever you say.”

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A Mother’s Love (Damian)

Requested by an anon

Summary: Damian is having a hard time accepting his father’s marriage to batmom(the reader.)

Warning(s): Angst

Damian scowled silently as he stood next to his “siblings”, the suit he was forced to wear only irritating him further. The material items that surrounded him contrasted perfectly with yours and his father’s outfits as the cameras flashed. The smile was falsely painted onto his face, knowing if he didn’t he would get scolded.

A mere couple minutes after his father informed all of them about your engagement he also announced the engagement party. In Damian’s mind the whole event was unnecessary and simply another poor excuse for the upper class to brag about their wealth. Regardless, he posed for the invitation picture and he greeted the guests at the party. Yet still, he couldn’t bring himself to be sincere about the feelings he was expected to portray.

His eyes scanned over the crowd, seeing the faces of all the people his father pretended to like; people that pretended to have interest in himself. Tonight, he had to admit, the atmosphere felt different. It was happier and more cheerful than most parties the Wayne manor hosted. The mood intrigued Damian as he watched you ecstatically greet guests, faint tears in your eyes.

With an eyebrow raised he examined your expression, were you truly emotional over simply being engaged to his father? If this was how you acted now then what would you be like during the wedding?

Damian couldn’t understand it, maybe because he didn’t understand the dynamics and inner workings of a romantic relationship. Maybe because somewhere deep inside of him he still wished for Bruce to be close with his mother as he was with you. Regardless, the wall he built between you and him was going to remain standing if he had anything to do with it…

Three months after you and Bruce returned from your lengthy honeymoon, Damian was still on edge around you. It seemed as if every time you entered a room he immediately became sour. Everyone else began to notice it as well and brought it to your attention. Although almost everyone knew and talked to you about the issue, you wouldn’t let any of them bring it to Bruce’s oblivious eye, deciding to stubbornly kill your youngest with kindness yourself.

Finally one day the adolescent snapped, “Why do you continue to be nice? Can’t you tell that I hate you?!”

“I’m well aware of the fact,” You responded coolly while setting the peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of him.

“Then why do you still try! Just leave me alone!” He yelled and spat the words like venom as his hands slammed onto the island counter, pulling himself up and stomping away.

Glancing at the sandwich you sighed, the moment of confrontation had come. Though you couldn’t argue, you knew it was coming and it couldn’t have come at a better time - Bruce was at actual work and Damian had the day off from school. Gathering your wits about you, you started after Damian, giving a silent nod to Alfred when the butler informed you which way he saw the boy run.

You found him in his room, face down on his bed, “Damian.”

He visibly tensed up after hearing your voice, but you continued, softening your tone, “I understand why you hate me. I’d hate me too if I were in your shoes. But it doesn’t mean I’m just going to give up on you.”

You paused for a moment, hoping for some sort of feedback but yet again there was none, so once again you continued, “I didn’t marry your father just because I liked him. I married him because I like all of you, too. Damian, I just want you to let me love you. Let me give you the mother’s love you deserve,” by this point you were near tears, fed up with all the heartache Damian’s visible disgust caused you, fed up with the façade he put on to seem stronger.

Damian turned over, staring at the ceiling from his bed, his face in a scowl at your declaration of a mother’s love. He’d been fooled by it before. But love isn’t reality. Reality is that his mother and father would never be together. Reality is that his mother had him killed. Reality is that love doesn’t exist. Yet somehow you seemed so- so genuine in your words. Somehow he wanted that love you blindly promised him…

A quiet sigh passed through your lips as you turned to walk out of the room.


The sudden whispered word made you perk up slightly and turn back around, “What?”

He sat up and looked at you blankly, a slight glint of hope in his eyes, before he continued in a flat voice, “Can I call you Ummi?”

Your face lit up involuntarily and the tears once again threatened to pour from your eyes as you nodded furiously, “Yes! Of course!”

Damian smirked at the ground when he saw your reaction. But when you rushed forward to hug him, it was you who smirked at Damian’s reaction, while Damian was left thinking that maybe he could get used to your mother’s love.