i hope you had a great time here

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heres another orange & peach spread!! 🍊 i’m currently trying out a new layout for my bullet journal!! kinda like how it’s turning out so far, although i wish that i had the time to finish it,, (▰˘︹˘▰)

miraculance  asked:

Hey, happy birthday! :) How about a drabble based on that prompt that went around once, about lance's feelings being enhanced by some space flower and he spends a day or two mooning over keith with keith thinking it's just a temporary thing? I hope you had a great day!

i’ve never seen this prompt so it might not be exactly right but here you go! 

“He’s gonna be fine,” Pidge reassures Keith for the hundredth time, but Keith isn’t sure he believes her. “Stop asking if you’re not gonna believe me,” she adds, which makes him squint suspiciously at her. “I’m not reading your mind, you’re just obvious. So is the reason you’re asking me about this over and over.” 

“I’m just – Lance is a paladin, we need him to be functional to be a team,” Keith says, crossing his arms. He glances across the room where Coran is talking to Lance, still surprised when he meets Lance’s eyes despite the fact that Lance has been staring at him since they got back to the castle. Lance doesn’t blink, doesn’t even look embarrassed to be caught staring – he just grins brightly at Keith and waves a little. Keith flushes hot and then glares at Pidge when she laughs. “He’s not okay, Pidge, look at him.” 

“Looks normal to me,” Pidge mutters. Keith shoots her a look and she sighs. “It was just some weird space plant that messed with his neurotransmitters. It’s not dangerous, it’ll work through his system in a day or so. Coran isn’t worried, you shouldn’t be either.” 

But Keith does worry, especially when Lance sits close to him in the common area later and says, “Hey.” His voice is low, and it strokes down Keith’s spine like a fingertip. He shivers a little, but looks up at Lance despite himself. 

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” Lance says dismissively. “I wanted to spend time with you.” He ducks his head and peers at Keith. “You know, you’ve got really pretty eyes.” 

“I – what?” Keith stammers, feeling his face heat up.

“You’re really cute,” Lance says, smiling. It’s not a smirk, not the way it usually is when Lance flirts with people. He looks like he’s saying something as if it were a well-known fact, a given. “You worrying about me is especially cute.” 

“I–” Keith says, at a loss for words. “I – this is just that plant thing talking–” 

“Plant thing? I was talking about you, Keith,” Lance says, brow furrowing. “Are you feeling okay?” He scoots closer and puts a hand against Keith’s forehead. Keith can feel his ears burning. “You’re warm,” Lance murmurs. 

“I’ve got to – I have to go now,” Keith says loudly. He stands up, and ignores the vaguely hurt pout Lance sends his way, and barricades himself in his room for the rest of the night. You have pretty eyes echoes over and over in his head throughout the rest of the night.

The next morning, Lance doesn’t show up to breakfast. After a while, Hunk begs for Keith to take him something to eat in case he started feeling ill. When Keith protests, saying someone else should go, Pidge says, “You were the one worrying about him.” 

So Keith knocks on Lance’s door with a bowl of good in one hand, and it stays closed for a disconcertingly long time, until eventually it whooshes open. Lance takes one look at him and turns scarlet. 

“Oh god,” he says, sounding terrified. 

“Um,” Keith says, because this is the exact opposite reaction he was expecting. 

“Oh my god,” Lance repeats. He covers his face with his hands and sighs. “Of course. Okay, yeah, might as well.” He takes the bowl of goo from Keith and sets it on a table near the door. He faces Keith again and looks him dead in the eye. “I’m sorry about last night.” 

Keith’s stomach sinks, any lingering hope that maybe it hadn’t been the plant dissipating immediately. “Right,” he says quietly. “Of course.” 

“It was really inappropriate,” Lance continues, looking pained. “We’re – you and I are partners, and friends, and that stupid plant just made me say things that I’ve been – I didn’t want you to find out like that, and I’m sorry–”

“Wait,” Keith says, frowning. “Find out – what do you mean?”

“That plant thing made me say whatever was on my mind,” Lance says. “Like, not a truth serum thing but just – my inhibitions were lowered. Didn’t – didn’t Pidge explain it to you?” 

“No,” Keith says, but he really had been paying more attention to Lance than Pidge, to be fair. 

“Oh my god,” Lance groans, running a hand through his hair. “I could have just – you didn’t know. But now you know. God, I look like such an idiot–” 

He looks so miserable that Keith can’t help but reach out, touching his arm gently. Lance goes completely still and looks at him, wide-eyed. “Uh,” Keith says, heart beating out of his chest. “It’s, um, cute. You – worrying. About me.” It’s not nearly as smooth as Lance had been, but Keith doesn’t have the advantage of being loose-lipped because of some weird space plant. 

Lance gapes at him, but only for a moment – after a second of comprehension, a smile starts at the corners of his mouth and curls in. He’s still flushed, but he looks more like the Lance Keith is used to. “Well,” Lance says, leaning against his door. “What else do I look cute doing?” 

“Ugh,” Keith says, but he’s grinning too. 

BTS Reaction - Calling them ‘daddy’ [NSFW]

Seokjin [Jin] -

You and Jin were attending a boring dinner party. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, but you couldn’t get rid of the aching feeling between your legs. Jin looked so good tonight, dressed up in his black suit with his blonde hair tussled lazily across his forehead. The wetness built up in your panties, and you were sure it wouldn’t go away until you had Jin between your legs. So, with this in mind, you snuck up on him, placing your hands around his waist. Leaning up you seductively whispered in his ear.

“I’d rather have your cock in my mouth than this boring conversation in my ears daddy.”

 You witnessed Jin’s eyes darken and before you knew it, you were sat on the sink in the restaurant’s bathroom with your elegant blue dress hitched up to your thighs. Jin’s fingers teased your entrance before he roughly pushed you down onto your knees. His hands ran through your hair, biting his lip as you looked up with innocent eyes.

“I’m waiting princess.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi [Suga] -

Yoongi threw his head back in delight as your hips moved in circular motions. His hands gripped your hips as you held onto his shoulder blades, nails digging into his soft flesh. His back rested against the headboard of the bed while you bounced on his cock, loving the feeling of him filling you up. His damp, black hair stuck to his forehead, slightly covering his dark eyes as he leaned up a bit to softly kiss your lips. He pulled away and softly smiled up at you before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Moans and pleas fled from your lips.

“Please! Faster daddy!”

Yoongi stopped your movements, confusing you for a moment until he lay you on your back. The intense look he threw you caused your heart to stop. He roughly slammed his length back into you, attaching his lips to your neck leaving a trail of dark purple bruises. One of his hands lay on your hip while the other gripped the headboard for support. He repeated his movements until there were dents in the wall and he had you screaming his name for the neighbours to hear. He casted you a smug smirk, letting you know that a long night awaited you.

“I’ll show you how fast I can go kitten.”

Originally posted by beui

Hoseok [J-Hope] -

Hoseok held your hips, eyes glued to the way your naked pussy glided along his jean clad thigh. It came a great surprise to him when you confessed that you fantasised about him, specifically his thighs. He wasted no time and immediately set you on his lap, before pushing your panties aside. Now here you were, riding his thigh like there was no tomorrow. 

However, after a while you became irritated as Hoseok was doing nothing to help you with your needs. It was becoming frustrating as you continued to bounce on his thigh, while he sat back and enjoyed your struggle to get yourself off. Begging was the only way you were able to get him to satisfy you.

“Daddy, can you help me?”

You whined, causing Hoseok to groan at your submissive tone. He began to bounce his knee up and down in a jerking motion, while his fingers slipped into your clit. Your hands flew up to his hair, slightly yanking as his fingers thrusted deeper inside of you. He leaned up to your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. 

“Let daddy do all the work babygirl.”

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Namjoon [Rap Monster] -

Namjoon chuckled cruelly at your pitiful state, as you lay stark naked on his bed, your hands cuffed behind your back and a blindfold blocking your sight. His tongue dragged down your stomach before stopping at your pantie line, to which he pulled down with his mouth. The feeling of his teeth scraping against your naked thigh almost sent you over the edge. Namjoon came back up and used his thumb to circle your sensitive bud.

“Please daddy, I’m desperate.”

Namjoon merely hummed, continuing to gaze at your submissive form. The sight alone was a prize as your hair lay spread out beneath you with your pink lips parted in delight. He pushed his thumb inside you slowly, testing the waters. You gasped as you felt the cold metal of his ring hit against your clit. Namjoon then retracted his hand away leaving you whining, but quieted you down by ripping off your blindfold and placing his chapped lips onto yours. He pulled away, a string of saliva being the only thing that connected you two. 

“Show daddy what you are willing to do for him.”

Originally posted by https-km

Jimin -

Jimin hoisted you up onto his desk, his head buried in your neck as your hands ran through his brown hair. His hips moved in a circular motion, hitting the spot that always made your toes curl in pleasure each time he thrusted. Your nails scrapped down his back, as he left love bites across your collarbone. Moans flew out pass your lips, begging him to keep going. He continued to slam into you, taking you to a whole new level of pleasure. 

“You make me feel so good daddy.”

You always knew it was one of Jimin’s kinks but you were always too shy to try it out. But now you wanted to get a reaction out of him. Surprisingly, it didn’t shock him. He kept thrusting, however this time he was going noticeably rougher and deeper. His nails dug into your hips, surely leaving bruises. You could feel his cock fill you up, each time he pulled out left you with an empty feeling. He breathed heavily into your neck, causing goosebumps to appear on the bare flesh. 

“Don’t tease me, baby.”

Originally posted by sugutie

Taehyung [V] -

Taehyung’s tongue circled your wet folds, teasing you with his pink muscle. Your hands found their way to his hair, pulling tightly at the soft strands. He smirked smugly against your pussy and soft pleadings of ‘harder’ and ‘faster’ left your mouth. He continued to ignore you and went on with his pleasurable torture. That was until a soft, almost silent, plea escaped your pink lips. 

“Please daddy, just fuck me.”

Taehyung halted his torment on your clit and peaked his head up at you. The sight almost made him cum right there in his underwear as he gazed at your messy hair and fucked out expression. He wasted no time in pulling down his boxers and gripping his cock, to which he desperately inserted himself inside of you. He breathlessly chuckled as he witnessed you come undone beneath him.

“You like that babygirl?”

Originally posted by gwiyongie

Jungkook -

Jungkook panted into your neck, his wet hair sticking to his forehead as he pinned you against the tiled wall. Water glistened down both your bodies as the glass door fogged up, due to the heat of the water or what was happening currently inside, you weren’t sure. Jungkook thrusted in and out of you with ease, becoming quite needy as he slammed into you deeper. One of your hands held the back of his neck while the other left scratches down his back. He held you up against him, making it easier for him to fuck you senseless.

“Daddy, not so rough.”

Jungkook merely chuckled in response to your pathetic attempt to make him stop and continued on abusing your pussy. He silenced your protests with a rough kiss to your already bruised lips which earned a moan to form in the back of you throat. Jungkook forced his tongue into your mouth before parting and throwing you a handsome yet irritating smirk.

“I don’t think you are in any position to be telling daddy what to do kitten.”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Daddy. (Joshua Smut)

Hey everybody  i am so so sorry that i’m so late, we moved houses and there is nO FUCKING INTERNET  so i had to live on shitty data, it’s been hell for me but i know it’s even more hellish for everyone considering you’re all so thirsty.  but yeah, so i hope you enjoy this i’m so sowwy it took so long but it’s here, i had a great time writing this daddy one, AND I WILL BE HONEST I SCREAMED RANDOMLY WHILE WRITING THIS JUST SAYING. I’ve been working on many stories at once, so that i’ll be able to finish them at the same time so i’m working really hard, PRAISE ME PLS.  also, thank you all for being so patient, i know it’s hard, also fucking whAT. there are so many of everyone now.  we can’t help but feel overwhelmed and happy by how many you guys are, what should we call you ugh. I love you all so much, and honestly in my opinion this 2017 will be a good year for this blog we will improve ourselves in order to make everyone reading happy/horny, maybe this year juuust maybe, you’ll be able to get to know us better.  well only if you all want to.

ALSO IF ITS NOT THAT GOOD IM SORRY BUT I DID MY BEST SO, IM SORRY AHSHUSDBIDBD

also credits to shwua for the gif
-admin kate x

warning: contains daddy kink, rough sex, spanking and SIN. if this ain’t your thing then we have a lot of other stuff to choose from.

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Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Inferno - Reggie Mantle x Reader Imagine

Warnings: Some swearing, some yelling

Request by @stevrgers:  hey could I request an imagine where the reader has a thing with reggie but it’s super lowkey and reggie wants to keep it that way because he wants to keep her out of the playbook (cause he really cares for her) but the reader perceives his secrecy of their relationship as him being embarrassed to be seen with her by his friends/the school and reader gets upset & reggie is torn cause he wants to tell her about the book but also doesn’t want to get in trouble by the team for exposing their secret

Hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry if it seems a little disjointed. I tried to jam so much into it and it got so long (almost six pages on Word), but here you are!

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Sneak Pt. 1 [M]

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Graphic smut, this is pure filth, i am not sorry, ceo!namjoon

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: this shoot had me feeling all sorts of ways. don’t tempt me into making this a series because i very well could lol oops rip me. Also, this is unedited. I will be coming back to it to make edits once I finally sleep

Originally posted by jackjacky5

Part 1 Part 2

You stood behind the podium and stared out into the boardroom. The group of unamused business men clad in suits that costs 6 months of your rent stared back at you. The youthful face of the CEO stood out amongst the wrinkled frowns of everyone else in the room. You tried not to stare, or at least not let him notice you were staring. You had been working for this corporation for 3 months but you still hadn’t gotten used to the idea that Namjoon was your boss. Granted, there weren’t many CEO’s in their 20’s anyway.

But he was handsome. His dirty blonde hair always sat messily upon his head. Thick black framed glasses sat perfectly on his face while two dimples frame the sides of his perfect lips. Not that you had notice his perfect lips to begin with. Namjoon was your boss, a mantra that you had to remind yourself on a daily basis because if it weren’t for that then you would certainly be wanting to get him in the supply closet. But Namjoon was your boss.

Taking a deep breath, you started your presentation. It seemed like all the knowledge your fancy degree had given you went out the window as soon as you started to speak. You weren’t even sure if it was english, but before you knew it you had reached the last slide. Silence filled the room as the men in suits took in the last of your words. “Any questions?” you asked.

There was no response. Just pairs of empty eyes staring back at you. The overwhelming feeling of failure creeped into your bones as you stood awkwardly in place, unsure of what to do. Finally, the grumpiest of all the men raised an eyebrow and started to speak, “How is this relevant to our company? The ideas you are proposing are very provocative, but we don’t run the business this way. It seems a little out of reach, don’t you think?”

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Can’t Stand Being Away From You - Tom Holland Imagine

Request by @ireallyneedhelplikenow​ : Hiya lovely, could you do a Tom Holland imagine where the reader visits him on set of homecoming? Could you make it really fluffy please ❤️❤️Thank you x 

Warnings: lots of fluff, Language

Word Count: 1,261

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: This sucks. Hope this is enough fluff to satisfy you : ) 

~Masterlist~


“How’s filming going?”.

“Its great everyone is so incredible, its really a dream come true”.

“That’s great Tom” You chuckle.

“Yeah, wish you were here though”.

“I know, but you know I just can’t get up and leave school”.

“I know Love, it just feels weird not being with you”.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been away Tom”.

“It still feels weird” There was a silent pause from him.

“I miss you”.

“I miss you too, when are you coming home” You leaned into your phone.

“Soon I promise, I’ve had this busy schedule, but I promise when I get the chance I’ll come home” You hear Tom of the other line.

“Okay, I love you baby”.

“Love you more, alright there calling me to set I got to go love”.

“Bye Tom”.

“Bye Y/N” You hung up and leaned against the counter top.

Tom’s been away to film Spiderman Homecoming so he hasn’t been around much, and that drove you crazy. The apartment was getting lonely just with you in it. He suggested that you go with him, but you couldn’t leave in the middle of your semester, he understood that school was your priority so he didn’t push it any further. If only you could see him.


You bought the cheapest plane ticket you could afford and packed a suitcase. You were going to fly to Atlanta, Georgia to surprise Tom. If Tom knew you were coming he would of paid for everything and you didn’t need the special treatment. He had too much on his plate as it is. The flight was okay but it wasn’t fantastic. A kid sitting in the back of you kept kicking you chair, his mother being too busy sleeping her ass off. You didn’t care though, you were going to get to see Tom and that’s all that mattered. 

Once you landed you picked up your luggage, hailed a cab, and told them to take you to where the set was taking place. You barely had enough to pay.

It took a bit of convincing for the security guards to let you in, but once you explained who you were they let you right in. You walked around trying not to get caught by Tom and ruin the surprise. Tom was nowhere to be seen, but you did notice that Harrison, and Zendaya were playing basketball while Laura was sitting on a chair on her phone. Although she was the one to notice you first.

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anonymous asked:

hi! this is a bit of a strange question but i was wondering: how do you deal with fandom frustration? when you love fandom content but frequently feel frustrated by a large portion of the fan base? i'm a fandom baby in a lot of ways and sometimes though i feel like a jerk, it's so hard not to let other people overpower my experience. i love hearing your thoughts on everything in general, but. if you have the time i'd love to hear your thoughts on this as well. hope you have a nice day. :)

hmm! this is a great question and one I’m not 100% sure of how to answer, because for the most part I have had very positive fandom experiences. but when it comes to making your fandom experience as relaxed & fun as possible, here are my tips:

1) accept right now and forever that everyone does fandom differently, and everyone is in fandom for different reasons and to get different things out of it. it doesn’t matter if people don’t ship what you ship. it doesn’t matter if they write stories of which the summary makes you recoil in horror. they are not doing this at you. accept that you are going to do you, and everyone else is going to do themselves, and unless their shit spills over into your personal space (see point 3)) then there is literally no point in trying to control the fannish experience that anyone else is having. fandom’s a large space! there’s room for everyone! 

so the thing to do is:

2) CURATE YOUR FANNISH EXPERIENCE. I’ve been doing this since ye olde days of livejournal and do it even more intensely now. essentially: find the people you like, and the parts of fandom you like, and carve out your own corners where you can hang with like-minded people. you don’t have to be right in the thick of it, reading everything, interacting with everything and everyone. you don’t have to track all the tags which are crammed full of stuff that annoys you. you can take it slowly, and be discerning.

if you want to read meta, find the people who write it and follow them. ditto art. learn to embrace ao3’s excellent search function, and to use a tumblr blacklist. if you want to read fic and are bemoaning the fact that none of it is quite what you want: write your own! enthuse about your ideas on tumblr! leave prompts on kinkmemes! befriend some writers! I have to admit I am still pretty lost when it comes making friends on tumblr because the etiquette is bizarre and variable, but hey: the messaging system exists, askboxes exist, comments on ao3 exist. sure, different people have different levels of openness to making new bosom friends, but nobody minds being engaged. we’re in fandom to be fannish, together. 

3) if people are being jerks in your space, block ‘em. ignore ‘em. delete ‘em. I am not even remotely internet famous enough to be at risk of being deluged by trolls, but on the rare occasions that I’ve engaged in good faith and subsequently decided that I was being concern-trolled, I’ve noped cheerfully out of there. the few accusatory or unpleasant anon (because they’re always anon!) messages that have landed in my inbox, I’ve deleted without batting an eye. sometimes I share it with a friend via chat or email and we have a laugh about it, and that helps settle any residual hurt or irritation that I might feel. I’m a grown fucking woman. I keep a calm sympathetic face while being shouted at, cried on, confided in, manipulated, and projected onto, for a living. and I have zero qualms about policing the boundaries of the spaces I’ve carved out for myself–the fun, creative, relaxing, incredible places–in fandom.

4) manage your entitlement. just remind yourself every so often that nobody owes you the next chapter of that story, or the exact piece of art you want to see, or the paragraph-long comment, or the attention you crave, or the whole-hearted agreement you seek. remember that everyone has their own lives, and you’re never seeing the full picture. be gracious. be kind. try to resist the urge to snipe and snark and finger-point and complain in public; I enjoy a bit of fandom bitching as much as the next person, but I inflict it all on my friends, in chat.

5) the flipside of this is: show appreciation of the things you like. comment on that story. reblog that art with a furious tag spiral of capslock (creators LOVE tag spirals). put together a rec list–this is also a great way to show people what kind of things you like, so people who share your tastes know who to gravitate towards.

if you are frequently frustrated by a large portion of the fanbase, anon, then ask yourself: are you reading the comments? ie. are you making yourself engage with parts of fandom where people have THE WRONG OPINIONS and are writing your beloved characters THE WRONG WAY? if so: just scroll past. don’t read it. unless you really enjoy an argument, don’t feel obliged to reblog it with a detailed explanation of why they’re wrong: you’re gonna frustrate yourself and, yes, maybe end up looking like a jerk. just shrug and move on. maybe this isn’t the corner for you.

I have been following my own advice in this regard for almost 14 years. I’ve kept a handful of enduring and awesome friends from most of the major fandoms I’ve been part of, and I’m still making new ones, and I’ve (mostly) managed to avoid wank. I write what I like, and I read what I like, and I try to communicate generously and enthusiastically with people who are creating the things that I enjoy.

tl;dr - seek out the things that make you feel good, and follow them. weed out the things that make you feel bad, and ignore them. it’s fandom. it can be as serious or unserious as you like, but it IS supposed to be fun.

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I couldn’t make something in time for Valentine’s Day, but I didn’t forget about it, I swear! D:

I hope you all had a great time by yourself, with friends, or with your special someone!

Here, have a Cartman getting turned down for the 764th time for this amazing occasion. B)

What happens in Vegas pt. 5 - Tom Holland

Word count: 2340

Summery:  You wake up after a night in Las Vegas, only to discover you married the one and only Tom Holland

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  | Part 4

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A/N: Alright! There’s only 2 parts left! I awrote this part over several days, so if something is repeated a couple of times, that’s why. I hope you enjoy it! I had fun writing it, so yeah! Tell me what you think!


The weekend had passed, and if you were going to be honest, you barely remembered any of it. You remembered waking up with your head on Tom’s chest, a part you really wished you could forget. You had a strange tingling feeling in your stomach, whenever you thought about how he had had his arm around you. You tried your best to ignore it, but the feeling just wouldn’t go away.

He had also acted differently this morning. He actually talked to you, and even smiled at you. A different smile then the cocky smile he usually had plastered on his lips. It was kinder. More genuine.

He had decided to join you on set today. He said it was to keep the act up, and that he would seem like a supportive husband. You didn’t like the idea one bit, especially considering you had to film a sex scene today, and you really didn’t want him there. Should you tell him? You didn’t quite understand why it mattered as much as it did, but you really just didn’t want him there.

You were getting really comfortable around your co-actors, and you feared it would just be awkward with Tom around.

“You really don’t have to be here. Not today at least. It’s going to be really boring. You can still just go back home, if you want?” You said, as you entered the set.

“I want to be here. I think we should start spending more time together, and this is a great way to start” He answered, the kind smile still on his lips.

You were starting to wonder what happened in the weekend. Something must have happened, because he acted much differently today. And he suddenly wanted to spend more time with you? Why? Had you said something? You didn’t even want to ask him, scared of the answer.

“Yeah, well. Just not today. We’re kinda filming-a-sex-scene” You mumbled the last part, hoping he didn’t hear it.

“What kind of show is this? First a lap-dance, and now a sex scene? You could’ve warned me, before we got here!” The kind smile was gone, and now looked annoyed instead. What was up with his mood swings?

“Since when do you care?” You asked him. He didn’t get a say. You weren’t even an actual couple, so he didn’t have the right to be annoyed over a sex scene.

“Oh I don’t know. We are married. Don’t you think I should know, when you’re going to sleep with someone else?” He asked harshly. He was really acting weird today. He seemed jealous, but that just didn’t make sense to you. Why would he be jealous?

“I’m not going to actually sleep with him, you moron. And you really need to get a hang of yourself, because I already pretty sick of you” You warned him. You hadn’t even started filming, and he was already a pain in the ass.

“Oh yeah? We’ll excuse me for not wanting to see my wife pretend to have sex with some guy!” Now he was yelling, and people from the crew started starring at you.

“Then go home! I told you not to come. If you’re going to be this much of an asshole, I don’t want you here” You voice was calm, but still filled with anger. You knew he knew that, and from the expression in his eyes, he was more than angry too.

He left without saying a word, and you walked towards your co-actors. The girl, who was starting to become you best friend, shot you a look.

“Trouble in paradise?” she asked, and you gave her a nod.

“Yeah. Let’s just say, that today his personality matches his genitalia. A huge dick” You were still annoyed, but the laughs from the others helped a little on the mood. You chatted for a bit, before you started filming.

***

When you got back home, you were surprised to find the apartment empty, and just like you had left it this morning. That meant Tom hadn’t been home all day, which made you wonder where the hell he was. You didn’t want to deal with him anyway, so it was fine, but you still wanted to know where he was.

You decided to take place on the couch, and catch up with some tv-shows. Lucifer had just started a new season, and you were already 2 episodes behind. Not to mention Riverdale starting as well, so you had enough to watch.

Halfway through the second episode of Lucifer, Tom stumbled in the door. He couldn’t walk straight. He couldn’t even hold his normally good posture. Even a blind idiot could tell he was way past just being drunk. He was wasted.

“Oh! Darling, you’re home!” His voice was raspy, and he stumbled a bit over the words. “How did… uh. How did the scene go?”

“It was fine. Unlike you. If throw up, you’re cleaning it yourself” You warned him. You were still annoyed with him. He had no right to act the way he did today.

“Does he do a better job than me?” He asked, sounding irritated again. He just kept standing in the middle of the room, swaying a bit from side to side.

“Why do you care?” You asked him bluntly.

“Because we’re married! So excuse me, for not liking the thought of you with someone else!” He yelled, and you rolled your eyes. You wasn’t sure if it was him, or the alcohol speaking.

“Last time I checked, we’re not a real couple, so you don’t get to be jealous!” You yelled back at him.

“You don’t tell me what to do, or how to feel! I took care of you all weekend! And I didn’t ask for nothing in return! And then you just drop the sex scene bomb on me like that!” He yelled frustrated.

“Oh, I get it! You’re mad that I didn’t rehearse this scene with you, is that what it is? If that’s the case, you’re going to stay mad for a long time, because guess what! I don’t want to sleep with you” You snapped at him, as you stood up from the couch.

“We both know that a lie. You want it just as much as I do!” His speech was clear now, and he almost seemed sober, when he walked towards you. As he got close to you, you could feel his hot breath. “And I really love it when you moan my name”

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself, because that’s the only scenario where you’ll actually get some” You glared at him, not letting it show that he was right. You did want him. You blamed it the period hormones, that hadn’t completely left your body. At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

“And you’re just so sassy. Do you have any idea, how much your snarky comebacks turns me on?” He whispered in your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine. “I just want to shut you up, every time. You have no idea what you do to me”

“It’s not going to happen Tom. We haven’t even been on an actual date, so you don’t have the right to be jealous” You gently pushed him away, but even in his drunk state, he was strong. He stayed close to you.

“I just really enjoy us together, and I don’t want someone else taking my place. Like I told your mom, the sex is amazing” He said in a low voice.

“I don’t care, Tom! Sure, the sex is great, but I want more than that! I want an actual relationship, and you’re just not the guy to have that with. You’re an arrogant asshole, who’s also really jealous. You would think that someone with that big of an ego, would be more confident in himself” You pushed him a little harder this time, and walked pass him to the kitchen.

“I don’t have a big ego! And I’m not an arsehole! I want a relationship too, you know. I wouldn’t mind if it was with you, because I would never really have to worry about when to propose and stuff” He said, as he followed you to the kitchen.

“Except you are. You are an asshole to me! And not having to propose is maybe the worst reason to be in a relationship. I just feel so loved, when that’s the reason you bring up!” You turned to look at him, so he could see how mad he made you.

“I didn’t mean to be an idiot, okay! You just make me so… I don’t know! You do something to me, and I can’t explain it! I love it when we fight. I loved it so much, when I shut you up by kissing you. I want to do it every time we fight, and it’s so hard not to” He said with a smirk.

You just stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what to say or do. You hadn’t been able to listen to song anymore, because all you could think of was Tom. You had to admit that he did something to you as well, but you would never admit it to him.

“It’s still just sex. Do you even know anything about me? Like, what’s my favourite colour? Or my favourite food? Something?” You asked him. You did want more, but you knew Tom wasn’t the right guy. You wanted someone who could be there for you, emotionally as well, and you weren’t sure Tom could do that. He didn’t care about you, beside when it came to sleeping with you. Not that you cared about him, of course. Because you didn’t, right? So it made no sense, that the thought of Tom not caring, made you a bit upset.

“You’re favourite colour is red. It’s the colour you wear the most. Your bedsheet is red. Every time you buy something, you always go for the red. You’re favourite food is hot pasta and meatballs. In the past month, it’s the dish you’ve made the most times, and it’s the dish you look happiest eating” He answered bluntly, taking you a bit by surprise. Did he really notice all of that? Did he really pay attention to you?

“I didn’t know you knew that. Or that you even paid attention” You mumbled, looking away from him.

“Well. I do. Much more than you think” He said, almost sounding upset. You looked up at him, to find him biting his lip. You didn’t know what to say. The fact that he paid attention to you, made you happy. Happier, then you could admit to yourself.

“Why? To know something about me, so you can use it to annoy me? If not, then why are you always such a jerk. Like today?” You asked. You couldn’t let yourself believe that he actually cared, because there was no way that he actually did.

“No. Because I… Well. I just don’t know how to act around you. Apparently, we hate each other, but I don’t hate you. I don’t even dislike you. After this weekend, I’m not really sure if you hate me or not. So I don’t really know if I should stop being an idiot or not. It’s really confusing!” He fumbled a bit over the words, and he didn’t look at you once.

You heard what he said, but once again. You couldn’t just let yourself believe that he might actually like you. There was a lot a physical attraction between the two of you, but that was all it was, right? It’s wasn’t really Tom talking, it was just the alcohol. It had to be.

“Tom, stop. It’s just the alcohol. You don’t mean that. Saying that, won’t get me to sleep with you.” You rolled your eyes as you spoke.

“I mean it! I think I actually like you. I mean, I do! You made me realize that this weekend, and that’s really annoying” He said, this time looking directly at you.

“Then tell me when you’re sober. That won’t happen, so we’ll just blame it on the alcohol. Then in just over a month, we’ll get divorced and we’ll never have to see each other again.” You said. You weren’t really sure who you were talking to. Were you trying to convince him to come with some big declaration of his love for you, or were you trying to protect your own feeling from a potential heartbreak.

“Can we not talk about this right now” He groaned.

“Go to bed, Tom. You’re way too drunk” You sighed.

“Fine!” You were surprised that he didn’t even try to argue with you. You were pleased that he didn’t, because you really didn’t want to deal with him right now.

You got him into the bed, and under the duvet, without either of you saying a word. Just as you were about to leave his room, he grabbed your wrist.

“Please don’t go” He said in a low voice, and you looked down at him. His brown eyes were begging you to stay, and you didn’t know how you could turn down those eyes. “Stay. We don’t have to do anything, just please stay. I like having you close”

“If I stay, will you go to sleep?” You asked. You were getting too tired to fight him on it. You would never admit it to him, but you did actually like being close to him as well.

He gave you a quick nod, and with a sigh you went under the duvet. The heat from his body made you relax, and you felt a strange tingling feeling in your stomach as he put his arm around you. Could you really be in love with this idiot?

“Goodnight Tom” You said, as your mind was racing. All the little things he had said. He paid attention to you, he actually cared about you.

“Goodnight princess”


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A Little Bit More - Tom Holland Oneshot

Request: Have you heard of the song New Religion by The Heydaze? It’s currently my favorite song, and I was wondering if you could write a Tom one shot using what the song says? If that makes sense. Sorry to be a bother, love. 🌸  @forever-wander-neversettle

Warings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,101

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Gotta say that was a great song :) I definitely added it to my songs! I really hope this was okay : ) 

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~Masterlist~


If you had to choose the best moment in life it would be waking up next to the man you love. Something about watching him sleep peacefully made your stomach flutter with butterflies. You observed all his features having a hard time finding any flaws he may have. Yet there wasn’t any to look for because Tom was perfect. He was everything you could have ever asked for in a man. You loved him with all your heart.

You raised your hand to push back a fallen hair out of his eyes. At your slight touch his beautiful brown eyes fluttered open.

“Sorry I woke you.” You whispered.

“It’s alright love.” He spoke with a husky voice.

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Face the Music - Part 2

Just something short and sweet ‘cough *not* cough’ to tide you guys over for a few days! Let me know what you think, and what you think will happen to our girl!

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The entire ride back to Gotham is … awkward … to say the least. Bruce tries to halfheartedly ask you about your time at the Kent farm, all while trying to completely ignore the reason you left Gotham to begin with. When the jet finally gets back to the cave, you immediately jump up and just walk away. The entire ride you had refused to say anything, the anger burning in your stomach so intense that involuntary tears make your eyes glassy, and you know that if you say anything it will be bad. So you remain quiet, you choose to say nothing, instead of hurting your family.

“Y/N … Y/N!!” Bruce’s hand snaps out, locking onto your shoulder, “Where do you think you are going? We still need to talk about your punishment for running away”

Your teeth grind together, everything is shaking, and you know that if you speak now your voice will shake too. The anger is so intense, it’s almost like a living thing inside of you, crawling up your throat, ready to rip and tear, to hurt everyone and anyone. “My punishment?”

“What the fuck, Bruce? You’re gonna punisher her for …”

“Yes, Jason. I’m going to ground my daughter for running away, and not telling me where she was going”

“I’m tired, father. Can it wait until morning?”

Hoping, praying, that your father will be smart enough to let you go, to let you cool down, but unfortunately the ‘great detective’ isn’t picking up on your anger, “No. I’ve had to fly all over this country just to pick you up, and I have to go out on patrol in an hour …” That does it.

You whip around, knocking his hand off your shoulder, “Oh! Am I keeping you from patrol?! Is having to deal with your own daughter too much for you?! Right, because you have to spend time finishing up here with me, so you can pay attention to the kids who are a part of your fucking mission!! You have to, real quick, get through talking to me so you can get back to ignoring me, right?!? If I’m such a fucking burden you should have left me in Kansas!!” You take a shuddering breath, “Maybe …”

An alarm starts going off in the cave, the Joker’s gotten out of Arkham again. Your father turns to look at you, “We’ll finish this when I get back” He turns to Damian and Jason, “Let’s go”

Jason throws a grimace over his shoulder at you, and mouths ‘I’m sorry’ before he takes off after Bruce. Damian doesn’t even look at you. In two minutes flat, the cave is empty save you, who’s still standing where you were left.

“Maybe it would have been better if I was killed by Mother.”

It’s been two months and there’s still no change in any of your family members, even Alfred is too busy for you. The Joker getting out of Arkham seemed to start a chain of events that lead to the whole Justice League fighting aliens. And when that fight was over everything went back to how it was before you left for the summer. You flick open the flip-phone in your hand, scrolling to the only contact listed, and pressing call.

After two rings, she picks up, “Y/N”

“Hello … Mother”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve heard from you, my child. Have you decided then?”

“Yes. I – I’d like to join the League, if you’ll still train me”

Your mother hums, “It would be good to have another woman to rule beside me, my daughter. When will you come?”

“Tonight”

You can hear the smile in Talia’s voice, the plans she’s already making for you, “Very well. I will meet you at the pier tonight. Bring nothing”

“Of course” The phone clicks in your hand, indicating that the call has ended. Taking a pen, you decide to leave a note:

I’m leaving, and this time I’m not coming back. None of you have changed, even when you are in the Manor I am still ignored.

I’m going back to Mother. She is going to teach me the way of the League. Maybe, if I’m trained to fight I’ll be valuable enough for you to pay attention to. Maybe you’ll want me then.

I’ll miss you. Goodbye.

Placing the note on your pillow you head down to the garage. Picking one of the older cars, one that won’t be missed, you hop in and quickly pull out of the Manor. Putting on cruise control you weave in and out of Gotham traffic, heading for the pier.

Alone to your thoughts once again you whisper, “I wonder how long it will take them to realize I’m gone this time”

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Captain Swan AU 

The thing he feared the most has finally happened. Emma shutting him out, and running away after the first obstacle they faced as a couple. He tried reasoning with her, but she had made up her mind. His messages and phone calls have all gone unanswered. Killian wanted to fight for them, but he knew he had to give her time to think things through on her own. That was the hardest month of his life. He was losing hope but then Emma called and asked if they could talk…

Happy birthday @museelo!!! <3

Without you.

Hii, Here is part 2 to ‘Give me a Break.“ I got so many great responses to it and I cant thank you enough. I hope you enjoy it.xxx

During the first week without him Y/N was alright. She busied herself with working and cleaning up the house and doing everything to take her mind off the fact that something was missing.
Or someone.

During the first week without her Harry was heartbroken. Just like every time he was away from her. It was worse this time though. He didn’t talk to her. And he had no idea where they were standing right now.
And he missed her.

During the second week without him it finally sunk in that he wasn’t there. Y/N finally realized what ‘taking a break’ really meant. It meant radio silence. Nothing. Nothing but her mind wandering to him and what happened. And how everything was so messed up.
And that was when she understood Harry’s doubts.

During the second week without her he got used to the empty feeling inside his heart. He got used to the sleepless nights and mornings filled with tears. He didn’t eat properly anymore. He hadn’t smiled ever since he left her standing in their foyer. He felt like he wasn’t able to breath. Like his lungs would collapse anytime.

When the day of his departure finally came he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to see her before he left for two weeks. He wanted a good luck kiss from her or else he was sure he would mess up SNL.
But when his finger hovered over the call button he hesitated. What if she didn’t want to talk to him? What if she didn’t want to see him?
He was scared.
No, terrified.
But he had to talk to her. He couldn’t take another second without hearing her voice.
So he took a deep breath and called her. And he waited. And waited. With ever beep his heart sunk lower and lower. Until finally it shattered when a female voice told him he could leave a message.
He tossed the phone onto the bed and gasped for air. Tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. Whimpers and silent sobs wrecked his body.
This can’t be happening.
She can’t be serious.
And again he began to doubt everything.

Two hours later his phone rang. When he saw her photo on his screen he closed his eyes for a second before he lifted his phone to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Harry, oh my goodness. I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up earlier but I took a nap and I didn’t hear my phone ringing. I’m sorry. Please tell me you didn’t leave yet.”
His eyes closed again when he finally heard her voice again.
“I haven’t.”
“Alright. Okay. Then I’ll come over. You want me to come over, right? Or maybe you just called to let me know you’re leaving and you don’t even want to see me. God, I want to see you, Harry. Or even worse you called to-”
“Love. I want to see you. Or course I do.” he chuckled quietly.
“You do?”
“More than anything.”
“You don’t hate me?”
“I told you I could never hate you.”
“Okay. That’s good, because I don’t hate you either. I actually love you and-” she stopped talking abruptly.
“And?”
“And I’m rambling.” she sighed out.
Harry chuckled and for the first time in weeks he smiled again. Because of her. Because she made him smile during the worst times.
“You want to come over now?”
“Yes. Of course. I’ll be twenty minutes tops. See you!”
“Drive safely.”
And with that they hung up.
He noticed that his hands were shaking and his face was burning up. Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes until he saw her again. God, he missed her.
He went into the bathroom and studied himself in the mirror. He had a bit of peach fuzz going on above his lips and around his jawline but he knew she liked that. His hair was messy but not too messy. He filled his hands with cold water and spritzt it onto his face to make sure he looked a bit more fresh.
He was wearing the yellow and black pullover from Gucci which Y/N absolutely loved. His legs were covered by black skinny jeans like always. On his fingers sat all the rings Y/N loved.
And she loved him.

Y/N was shaking too when she placed her phone down, her breathing heavier than usual.
She went into the bathroom to check her appearance. Her hair was straightened and framing her face nicely. Her makeup was natural but complimented every feature perfectly. She was wearing a dark blue V-neck pullover and around her neck she wore the golden necklace Harry gave her on their one year anniversary. Her legs were covered by blue ripped jeans and she knew Harry loved them.
But did he lover her?

When she finally arrived at Gemma’s house she was more nervous than ever. She didn’t know what would happen now. If she would only walk in, wish him good luck and then leave again. The worst was that she didn’t have a lot of time. Only an hour before she would have to leave in order to be on time for her dinner plans.
She took a deep breath before she got out of her car and made her way to the front door. She lifted her shaking hand and rung the doorbell. A few seconds later she heard footsteps making their way to the door. And then he opened it.
And he stood there in all his glory, looking even more handsome than ever. A soft smile grazed his lips and she heard him release the breath he was holding.
“Hello, lo-”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence because Y/N threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him tightly. She heard his surprised gasp and prayed he wouldn’t push her away, but he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He only pulled her closer and nuzzled his face into her neck.
She smelled his familiar scent and tears sprung to her eyes immediately. His pillow lost his scent long ago and she missed it.
She smelled just like he remembered as well. Fresh and girly and so like home.
They stood like that for a few moments before Y/N pulled away and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Sorry, didn’t mean to jump on you like that. Just really missed you.”
Harry closed the door behind her and took hold of one of her hands.
“I missed you, too.”
Their eyes met and they both felt their hearts breaking all over again when they saw each others sadness.
Harry wrapped her in a tight hug again, his hands rubbing over her back in the way he knew she liked.
“You look very beautiful, my love.” he whispered into her neck.
“You look very handsome as well, Harry.” she replied and pulled back a bit so she could look at him.
Harry reached up to cup her cheek and stroked over her cheek gently.
“I cooked dinner. My legendary chicken that you love so much.” he smiled softly.
“I’d love to stay for dinner, but I can’t. I already made plans with someone.”
Y/N watched with horror as Harry’s face fell immediately and his hand dropped from her cheek. He took a step back and scratched his head awkwardly.
“A-Alright. Uhm, well-”
“Harry? Did I say something wrong?” she panicked, her hand reaching out for him but he took another step back.
“No. Everything’s okay.”
“Is… Is it because I said I made plans with someone?”
He looked at the floor, his fingers nervously playing with his rings. She sighed and shook her head.
“I made plans with someone new from work. His name is Tim and he needs some information and we thought it would be nice to do all that stuff over dinner.”
His eyes closed briefly when he heard his name.
Tim.
Y/N sighed again, closed the gap between them and threaded her fingers through his.
“This is a business dinner, Harry. Not a date. I don’t go on dates with anyone but if I would want to I’d only go with you. Tim is nice and we get along and he needs a bit of help. That’s all.”
“Do you like him?”
“I don’t know him so there’s nothing to like or dislike.”
“Do you want to get to know him?”
“Harry!” she exclaimed frustrated.
“What?!”
“I told you it’s a business dinner. You have nothing to worry about, alright? Believe me, I would love to stay here and eat dinner with you. But I don’t think that’s exactly what we should do during our break and I can’t just ditch Tim.”
His eyes snapped to hers and his brows furrowed.
“You think we can’t spend a evening together just because we’re on a break?”
Her eyes closed briefly and she sighed. She looked up at him again and lifted the hand that wasn’t holding his to his cheek.
“We said we needed space, remember? I don’t want to mess anything up just because we’re desperately missing each other.”
You said we needed space, not me.” Harry mumbled.
“Harry.” she all but pleaded and Harry sighed and nodded.
“So you don’t have that much time, hm?”
“No.”
“Well, at least you came. Wasn’t sure you’d want to.”
“Of course I wanted to. I missed you like crazy.”
The both stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Harry sighed and leaned his forehead against hers.
“What are we doing, love?” he asked in a whisper.
“Let’s not talk about it now, yeah? We’ll do that when you’re back and we’ll have time.”
“Okay.”
Y/N reached her arms up again and wrapped them around his neck, pressing a tiny kiss right behind his ear.
“I’m scared, H.”
“Me too, love.”
They pulled back and both sighed.
“I think it’s better when I’ll leave now.” she whispered after a few seconds.
Harry wanted to shake his head and hold her so she couldn’t leave. He wanted her to stay with him and not go out with another man. She was his after all.
But he nodded anyway. Because it was for the better.
“Promise me to take care, yeah? And don’t go out without at least one bodyguard, you know how crazy the fans in New York are.”
“I promise.” he smiled weakly.
“And promise not to forget about me.” she whimpered and Harry was shocked to see tears falling from her eyes.
“Love, I could never forget about you. I love you so much.”
And now they were both crying.
“I love you too.”
“God, we never cry this much when I have to leave.” Harry chuckled.
Y/N giggled softly wiped her constantly falling tears away.
“You can still call me anytime you need to, okay? I’m never too busy and I don’t care about time zones.”
“Same goes to you.” she nodded.
“Can I get a good luck kiss? Or else I think I’ll mess up.”
She laughed softly and leaned up to press her lips to his. Harry moaned quietly at the contact and pulled her closer. She melted against him like she always does and opened her mouth so Harry could deepen the kiss, but only for a moment before he pulled away to breath. He held her in place with his hand in her hair so she wouldn’t pull away and pressed countless soft kisses against her mouth. He wasn’t ready to let go yet.
“Harry…”
“I’m gonna…”
“Be late.” she finally finished with a laugh when she pulled away enough that his lips didn’t touch hers anymore.
“Don’t care. That Tom guy can wait.”
“Tim.”
“Even if his name was Gustav, Rudolph or Theodor I wouldn’t care.”
Y/N kissed him through her smile and pulled him closer. She wasn’t ready to let go either.
“I really have to go now.”
He sighed, nodded and kissed her again.
“You’ll kick ass in New York, alright?”
He chuckled and nodded.
“I’ll try.”
They kissed again and again until she really had to leave or else she would definitely make Tim wait.
“You know that I love you, right?” he asked just before she exited the house.
“I do. I love you, too. We’ll get through this.” she smiled at him.
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise.” she nodded and slung her pinky around his.
“Bye.” he whispered.
“Bye. And let me know when you’ve landed, yeah?”
“I will.”
And after another kiss she left the house.

She made it to the restaurant right on time but Tim was sitting at the table already. She made her way through the room until she reached him and he stood up when he saw her.
“Hey.” he breathed and kissed her cheek.
“Hi, I’m sorry you had to wait. And I’m sorry that my outfit is so casual but I was a bit distracted earlier.” she blushed.
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” she nodded and sat down on her chair.

She made it through dinner without thinking about Harry every second. She was actually able to let go for a bit and enjoy it. Tim was fun and made her laugh a lot which she really needed for a change.
She decided that she liked him, he worked hard and was very interested in all the things she brought for him and he was also relaxed and cool. And she would be lying if she said she didn’t find him attractive.
If she didn’t knew Harry, she thought, she might go out with him again. But she knew Harry, and was his girlfriend. And she knew that no one could ever compare.
When they left the restaurant Tim insisted to walk her to her car just to know she was safe. The still laughed and giggled and the atmosphere around them was light.
“I really enjoyed dinner with you, I really needed some fun.” she smiled at him when they reached her car.
“Anytime.”
And something about the was he looked at her and smiled should have let her know that they weren’t on the same page.
He leaned in and Y/N thought he’ll only kiss her cheek but when she felt his lips brush hers her eyes widened.

Where Are You? - Avengers x reader (Mostly Tony and Thor) Oneshot

Fandom: Avengers, Marvel
Warning: Drugs
Pairing: Avengers x reader
Summary: Tony takes reader on a night out but wakes up without her and doesn’t know what happened to her.

Part two here, Part three here

A/N: I came up with this oneshot a while ago but I had a hard time finishing it. So I hope it good. I hope you’ll enjoy :D :3

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Reddie First Kiss

The color of the sky outside of Richie’s bedroom window was a hazy orange, the color of watered down soda at a cheap diner. Staring out at it calmed Eddie’s nerves as he sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the other boy to come back from the kitchen with the snacks he had promised. Eddie couldn’t quite understand why he was so nervous, he was 16 for Pete’s sake and had been in Richie’s room too many times to count.

And yet here he was staring into the sheets of Richie’s unmade bed halfway between wanting to take a puff from his inhaler to get over what a mess it was and wanting to bury his head in the covers just to get a hint of the soapy smell of Richie’s hair. Dizzy with indecision and the plaid of the pillow cover Eddie heard Richie’s voice shout from the hall and felt his heart rise up in his throat, he pushed it down quick almost wishing he didn’t have to.

“Okay I will!…No they’ll be over later!…No!…NO. MOM NO WE’RE PARTNERS…It’s a project!…They’ll ring the bell!…Thanks mom!”

The door slammed open and Eddie mentally slapped himself to get back into character, the mild-mannered best friend working on a history project; stressed out, distant, and occasionally conversational. Also very secretly in what Bill called ‘love’ but Eddie wouldn’t believe that for a second. In love with the Trashmouth? Give me a break—

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” Richie said walking into the room carrying a box of cookies under one arm and two glasses of milk in his hands. He pushed his glasses up on his nose with his wrist and smiled that goofy crooked smile that made Eddie’s heart sing.

Holy fuck.

Eddie cleared his throat and pulled his eyes back to his notebook where he noticed a old doodle on the bottom corner of the page of his and Richie’s initials inside an arrow-impaled heart. The book was closed and thrown in his bag to be burned at a later date.

“Well you were the one in the kitchen,” Eddie said ignoring how close Richie decided to collapse next to him. It took everything he had to keep from moving the strand of hair that was stuck to the side of his glasses. “I thought you were bringing saltines.”

“Yea I thought about it and then I remembered that saltines are for losers, Eds. This stuff is the real deal.” He said handing him a glass of milk, Eddie rested it on the side table next to him. “Besides, I love you.”

The world spun out of control as Eddie fell off the bed onto the hardwood floor. Gripping his inhaler he took a swing panting only half aware that Richie was trying to hoist him back on the bed.

“Jesus Eddie, are you okay?” Richie exclaimed sitting the smaller boy down next to him. His eyes were non-comical, edging with concern, Eddie felt a bead of sweat run down his forehead. This was possibly the worst feeling in the world.

“Sorry, I just—I fell.”

“No shit Sherlock,” Richie chuckled giving his shoulder a tight squeeze, he turned a got a cookie from the box and handed it over. “Here, chocolate is great for this kind of light headedness stuff.”

“Thanks,” Eddie said, his nerves jumped when he touched the tip of his fingers. “What did you say before?”

“That the brand is new?” Richie answered confused, Eddie sighed almost happy and sad at the same time turning back to his textbook. Eddie had been acting real strange lately, Richie hoped it wasn’t because of him.

Jeez was it slipping out that he liked him? He hoped to god not, he’d been trying so desperately to keep it under wraps but then he’d say shit like ‘what’s cookin’ good lookin’’ and want to shoot himself. Way to keep it on the DL Trashmouth, way to go.

Richie decided to keep things as undramatic as possible taking the other textbook in his lap and highlighting short paragraphs. Being absolutely silent was preferable to confessing his annoyingly prevalent crush, his motormouth was not to be trusted.

After a while Eddie couldn’t take it anymore, he looked up from his own book and risked a glance over to Richie who was leaning against the pale blue wall behind the bed, eyes on his book stuffing cookies into his face on occasion. He looked so peaceful, his chest rose slightly with each breath and he twiddled his highlighter around his fingers like a drumstick, Eddie wanted to scream. He slammed his book shut and stood from the bed.

Richie jumped slightly and tried not to focus on how adorable Eddie looked with his arms crossed against his chest, eyebrows furrowed in intense concentration and more on why he was so goddamn upset all of a sudden.

“Hit your head, Eds?” Richie chuckled nervously, going back to his highlighting. Perhaps if he pretended nothing was wrong, then nothing would be wrong. Of course that approach was massively unsuccessful when he tried to block out his feelings in the first place but hey, second time’s the charm. Eddie reached out and grabbed the book from his hands throwing it onto the nightstand.

“Don’t call me Eds,” Eddie said cheeks burning at the nickname that he secretly adored. “You’re being weird, Richie.”

“Weird? Eds, you had a fucking asthma attack when I brought up cookies!”

“Stop calling me that!”

“I’m sorry it’s a habit!”

“SEE YOU APOLOGIZED! THAT’S WEIRD!”

“IT’S NOT WEIRD IT’S CONSIDERATE!”

“STOP SHOUTING UP THERE!” Richie’s mom called from downstairs, they remained dead quiet until the mutterings of the afternoon soap opera continued on the television.

“Eddie you’re giving me a heart attack what’s wrong with you?” Richie whispered violently.

“What’s wrong with me?” Eddie threw his head back laughing. “Rich you just said the word ‘considerate’ with absolutely no joke attached who are you?”

“Richie!”

“No! You’re so nice all the time these days’s I don’t understand you’ve just changed.”

“Well you keep tripping over your words whenever we hang out Eddie—”

“I know,” Eddie hissed. “I can’t help it, I’m a social disaster.”

“We’re both different if anything and I have no idea why I’m so nice to you but I can’t stop it’s awful I hate it.”

Eddie looked to the ceiling and sighed before he heard Richie laugh from the bed. He was trying to contain himself and failing horribly causing Eddie to start laughing despite their situation.

“What is it?” Eddie managed through his smile, Richie only laughed harder. “Rich what the fuck man this is a very serious thing.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said calming down slightly. “When you put the book down on the nightstand some of the milk splashed up and it landed on your pants and it looks like you peed yourself a little.”

Looking down Eddie saw that that it could be a common misconception that his bladder had given way a little and besides everything, started to laugh again. Richie leaned over to the nightstand and handed him a tissue. Wiping it only caused it to spread to an even more sizable spot.

“It’s gigantic now,” Eddie complained unconsciously before he noticed what he’d said.

“Hey that’s exactly what your mom said last night,” Richie said, Eddie looked up from the stain and smiled back at him.

“There you are,” he said happy to see his Richie finally sitting on the bed, a faint blush spreading over his cheeks.

“Just sit down with me it’ll dry itself off, you look like an idiot standing up there,” Richie assured him. Eddie sat crosslegged facing the other boy, the box of cookies between them.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so nice to you,” Richie said turning a cookie over in his hands. “I’d like to be an asshole again but, I don’t know it’s stupid.”

“What’s stupid?” Eddie asked taking a bite, the cookies were incredible.

“I’ll be myself around everyone else and then I’ll get to you and I’ll just feel the need to take care of you Eds-Eddie. I know you’re not a weakling but you’re my best friend and this is going to sound weird but I almost feel like I want you to be more than that sometimes. It scares the hell out of me. Do you see what I’m saying? Please tell me you see what I’m saying—“

Eddie leaned over the cookies and wrapped Richie in a hug which was immediately returned. They stayed like that in the quiet holding onto each other as if the world depended on it for the next few minutes and that almost felt like everything that needed to be said.

“I was talking to Bill yesterday and he told me I’m in love,” Eddie said over Richie’s shoulder, Richie blinked.

“Heavy stuff,” Richie croaked, Eddie stifled a giggle.

“Yea I know.” They broke away and sat down again. “But he was in love with Beverly so I guess he knows a thing or two. All I’m saying is that every time I see you I just get so overwhelmed, my heart does this weird fluttery thing and at first I thought I was dying.”

“Oh shit me too, fuck Eds are we dying?” Richie asked concerned. Eddie shook his head smiling. How did he live before meeting this boy?

“No, no, apparently that’s what you feel when you love someone. And if you’re with that person then the fluttering stops eventually and you’re just calm for once and happy.”

Richie felt hope swell in his chest for the first time in months as he watched Eddie’s hand float over his own on top of the box of cookies. Could this be it, was he in love with Eddie and the stress weighing down on his shoulders could finally disappear? Richie bent his fingers and rested Eddie’s hand in his own giving it a squeeze.

“Now I think Bill is mostly crazy, and I don’t think I love you. But I do like you kind of a lot, more than anyone I’ve met in the world, that must mean something.”

“Ugh goddamnit,” Eddie sighed looking at Richie’s face disappointed. Richie blinked.

“What ‘ugh goddamnit’? We’re having a fucking moment here Eds.” Eddie laughed.

“No it’s just you have cookie crumbs all over your face,” Eddie said picking out a tissue from the table.

“Shit, where?”

“Just close your eyes it’s all over your face I’ll get it.”

Richie obeyed without argument, he wouldn’t have the first real moment he was having with Eddie Kaspbrak be ruined by some sort of mess on his face. Then suddenly he felt a gentle pressure on his lips that didn’t feel at all like a tissue. Opening his eyes he saw Eddie’s face closer than he had ever imagined a person’s face could be.

Holy shit we’re kissing, this is a kiss what the shit?

He moved the cookie box aside and shifted himself closer closing his eyes again as he found that it was actually easier to kiss that way. Eddie pulled himself away to see if he’d gone too far with this whole kiss thing only to see Richie smiling wider than he had ever seen before.

Richie held the sides of Eddie’s face gently and went in again, this time in a way where their noses weren’t squashed together. After a few minutes of trying different things they pulled and leaned against each other and the pale blue wall, breathing a bit heavier than before.

“That was fantastic,” Richie laughed lightly. He didn’t think he’d ever been so happy in his life.

“Oh my gosh you wouldn’t believe it, that’s exactly what your mom said last night,” Eddie said. Richie looked over amazed at the unbelievably smug boy sitting next to him and rested his head on his shoulder.

“Yea I take it back I love you,” Richie said, Eddie kissed the top of his head.

“I love you too.”

For this week “Frans and nails”
(Its a thing that i do now let me have fun with it) a dark sexy purple fade out to light blue with a touch of sparkels nails
With a fan art for the wonderfull and sooo beautifull AU -Tribetale-
By the so talented @diesel-1997 who is my new idol on art as a whole i mean MY GOD i adore her
Anyway the color version will be later this month cause lord knows my life full of pffffttt a lot

Anyway i reallllyy hope you likes it 💙💜
Love, Villainy !

Lil Edit - OMG i got likes here from 3 artist that i admire and other great ppl and it really lift my spirit i had such hard times lately ;; thank you so much Diesel ;0;