It never really hit me why it was so upsetting that Richie found the missing poster but I figured it was him just not wanting to die at the hands of It. But then it really hit me: the kids that end up on Missing posters are so forgotten. He’s scared to be as forgotten as he is at home but to everyone.
He talks so much because he does not want to be as forgotten as he is by his parents.
And it is just so heartbreaking to me that all Richie Tozier wants is to be remembered, is to matter to someone.
Merlin: It was here that I last saw my father. Arthur: You never talked about it. Merlin: There’s not much that I can say. I didn’t really know him that well, but… I was proud of him. I want him to be proud of me.
I’ve seen some people posting about how season 4 just ignored all the development in season 3 and yada yada so I decided to make a post about my view on the most popular complaints.
“Shiro’s headache and the whole it must be a clone theory was totally put aside because now he pilots Black again!”
Shiro going back to being the black paladin wasn’t him just saying “well let’s try this again just because” and the black lion going “one time is not enough but TWO times hell yeah u my paladin”
The team was in danger, Keith was away and was constantly showing signs that he would end up leaving the team. Another thing, Shiro had to convince Black to let him pilot it.
My point is: Black would not let the paladins fucking die if it could do something to save them. After letting Shiro (or clone Shiro) pilot it Keith decided he was going to leave and BUM there’s no return now and Shiro (or clone Shiro) had to be the black paladin.
Besides, if the clone builds connections with the team and loves them as much real Shiro it will be 1000000 times more heartbreaking to show real Shiro coming back.
“Lance’s and Keith’s relationship development was completely thrown away!”
Those kids are at a war. That’s what they’re doing in space, they’re fighting a war. You guys really think Keith (the guys who’s been fighting with all his strength the whole time, who has put his friends in danger just for the possibility of attacking Lotor, who trains more than anyone) is going to focus more on a crush we are not even sure he really has than on the fight against the Galra?
Voltron is not a show about two boys finding more about themselves and slowly falling in love with each other. Their relationship is a SUBPLOT, let the main plot run its course for God’s sake.
“Lance’s character development was ignored and now he’s back to the way he was in season 1!!”
Lance didn’t really open up for the team about his insecurities. He had one good talk with Keith, who left, and that’s it. Lance may be self-centered but he’s not self-centered enough to put his problems above the war they’re fighting. The whole thing about Lance’s character is that he hides his insecurities behind a mask of confidence and jokes.
Moreover, being insecure doesn’t mean being sad all the fucking time. He genuinely enjoyed being an actor and doing performances and flying around so let the boy be happy.
He never stopped being a flirt either.
“Lotor’s generals would not turn on him like that!”
We don’t know that. In fact, we know close to nothing about Lotor’s relationship with his generals.
As much as I love the idea of all the characters getting good development I know that’s not really possible. The show is not about Lotor and his generals, is about team voltron.
Besides, we might get some more information in the future, just like how it was done with Zarkon’s backstory.
“Keith leaving the team ruined the dynamic season 3 built!”
Firstly, Keith never wanted to be the leader and after the talk he had with Lance it was obvious he would not claim Red back when Shiro came back. Secondly, the Blade kind of represents a family to him in a sense, they’re a connection to his past. With Shiro being back and Red having a good pilot, Keith saw the possibility of helping team Voltron and the Blade at the same time. He took the opportunity.
In season 3, Keith wasn’t the leader because he wanted to, he was the leader because he had to. Now he can do something he really wants to do instead of being stuck in a position he doesn’t consider his own. Be happy for the guy.
“Lotor has barely been introduced as a main antagonist and is already having a redemption arc!”
Lotor’s intentions were very different from Zarkon’s intentions. He wasn’t after Voltron like crazy, trying to destroy the Lions or get them for himself. Lotor had a very specific plan and just used his position as the new leader of the Galra empire to to help him with it.
The talk he wants to have is not a “Wow I’m suddenly a good guy”. Lotor’s is an enemy for the Galra now and if wants his plan to succeed he needs allies. My enemy’s enemy is my best friend. Team voltron kind of has a debt to Lotor now that he literally saved everyone so he has an advantage.
Lotor doesn’t want to become a hero, he just wants his plan to work.
A Definitely Incomplete List Of My Favorite Moments From The Lightning Thief (book), because I'm having Feelings
Percy very causally mentioning times he accidentally hit a school bus with a canon or dropped fifth graders into shark-infested water
Just everything he’s ever done
Percy running an illegal candy ring out of his dorm room
“I was worried they found out I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the internet and were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.”
When Percy thought Grover was going to give him some deep, meaningful commentary on life to make him feel better but Grover just wanted Percy’s lunch
Percy tried so hard to do well on his Latin final and Chiron somehow thinks it’s a good idea to tell him he’s ‘not normal’ in front of the class my poor boy
That one part where Percy essentially went “Oh hey mom’s home!!! Better reschedule this panic attack I was having!!”
When Percy did that weird hand sign (that was never explained) and the door slammed on Gabe so hard he flew up the steps
The fact that when Grover finally tracked Percy down he wasn’t wearing any pants. Like, there was literally no reason for him to not have the fake feet and the jeans on. No actual reason for him to be free balling it. Percy just needed a shock apparently. Showing up in the middle of a hurricane with no pants, dramatic ass satyr I love him.
The SATISFYING DEATH of Gabe’s Camaro + Sally apparently learned bullfighting just in case because she truly is the best mom
Percy killing the minotaur with its own horn
Percy dragging Grover over the camp line while crying for his mom literally end me
“You drool when you sleep.” could we get more iconic here
Percy teasing Annabeth about her crush on Luke
When Luke stole some toiletries for Percy and he got a little choked up because it was apparently the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him
The fact that Chiron basically told Annabeth that Percy was her destiny
The fact that a recovering alcoholic god of wine who hates children was deemed fit to run a camp for children
Not so fun: Percy, upon meeting Mr. D, immediately recognizing the signs of an alcoholic and going out of his way to sit far away from him ‘just in case’
The fact that everyone just expected him to hear ‘the greek gods are real’ and move on?? why would no one let this boy be in shock omg
Zeus apparently had a thing for the fluffy 80′s hairstyles
“the real world is where the monsters are”
The fact that Poseidon could have claimed Percy at literally any moment but he apparently decided he really needed that dramatic reveal during capture the flag.
When Zeus was feeling Extra Dramatic™ after Percy’s claiming so he started making it rain inside the camp boarders and everyone was lowkey freaking out
When Annabeth pulls off her invisible cap and declares she’s going on the quest with him and Percy was like, beyond unsurprised that she was there and didn’t even attempt to fight her
Chiron forgot to give Percy a sword from his father for like, an entire month.
Grover with those freaking flying shoes oh my God
Annabeth blushing literally any time Luke talks to her
IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE AND RESPECT ARGUS, HEAD OF CAMP SECURITY
lmao when Percy and Annabeth start bickering about something and Argus just winks at Percy because he knows
When they were playing hackey sack with an apple but it got too close to Grover’s mouth and he just ate the whole thing
The entire bus scene oh my God
“I was about to become the ADHD Poster Child of the Year” as he’s CRASHING A BUS
Annabeth on a fury’s back
the explosion. just. all gr8.
When Grover tries to play a path finder song and Percy just immediately slams into a tree. Also the fact that the path finder song was actually just a Hillary Duff number.
“You two are giving me a migraine, and satyr’s don’t even get migraines!”
Percy actually, truly trying to sell the story that the three of them are circus orphans who got separated from their ringleader
Grover: hey guys this place is REALLY SHADY and we need to leave
Annabeth and Percy: but f o o d
Can you imagine walking into a store and finding your dead uncle’s body on display? Like????
When Medusa revealed herself and Annabeth’s running around invisible, Percy’s swinging a sword blindly and Grover’s flying around screaming and trying to whack her with a stick: everyone here is a MESS
When Annabeth was overly annoyed with Percy after that ordeal??? Sweetheart you fell for the trick too
Name something more iconic than 12 year old Percy Jackson mailing the decapitated head of Medusa to the gods on Mt. Olympus in an act of sheer pettiness. I dare you.
When Percy was insisting on taking first watch while the others slept and Grover was basically like “hey kiddo listen to this” and played a song that immediately knocked him out so he could sleep all night
“Percy. Say hello to the poodle.”
Percy seeing all the Greek creatures from the train window
When Annabeth was dragging the boys to the St. Louis Arch and Percy’s claustrophobic ass Did Not Want To Get In That Tiny Elevator but he went anyway because he wanted Annabeth to be happy. That boy has had it bad since the start.
“I am Echidna!”
“Isn’t…isn’t that a type of anteater?”
“I HATE AUSTRALIA.”
How many times has Percy actually been poisoned throughout all the series I literally want a count
‘Lemme just, uh….jump off the fucking St. Louis Arch and hope I don’t die when I hit the water.’
There is just something very aesthetic about Percy lighting a fire in the bottom of a river
Percy’s got so much pent-up rage that he’s just immediately ready to wreck Ares upon meeting him omfg
THE THRILL RIDE O’ LOVE
Annabeth getting so worked up and flustered over going down there with Percy because it’s a love ride and Percy’s just like “you literally do not have to make this a Thing” lmao
Annabeth wouldn’t let Percy touch Aphrodite’s scarf because she didn’t want him getting infected by love magic but then…touched it herself lol
The entire sequence with the mechanical spiders and the cameras and the ride itself
Percy’s plan to get off the ride!!!! He’s so smart okay can people stop calling him stupid!!!
Grover trying to catch them both in mid-air but they‘re too heavy so the three of them just kind of slowly crash into one of those face-cut-out posters lol
Percy, turning to the camera’s broadcasting this shit on Olympus: “Show’s over! Thank You! Goodnight!”
THE FUCKING ZOO BUS
Everything about that scene omg. The animals they had to help. Trying to convince Grover of how great he is. The baby percabeth. my h e a r t
“What if it does line up like the Trojan War? Athena versus Poseidon?”
“I don’t know what my mom will do. I just know I’ll be fighting next to you.”
“Because you’re my friend, Seaweed Brain, any more stupid questions?”
Do you hear that sound? That’s me, ages 13-21(+) sobbing uncontrollably oh my God I love them so much
‘let’s just set a fucking lion loose in Las Vegas’
“I put a Blessing of the Wild on them, so they’ll safely find food and shelter wherever they go.”
“Why can’t you put on of those on us?”
“It only works on wild animals.”
“So it would only effect Percy…”
When they get to the Lotus hotel and Grover starts playing that game where the deer shoot the hunters azxjhnhdjx
Percy physically having to drag his friends out of there once he realized it was the lair of the lotus eaters
When Annabeth gave the taxi driver her lotus credit card and he started calling her “Your Highness” lmao
Every time in this book Percy comes close to uncovering a Dark Truth the people around him are just like “let’s not worry about that :) “ and my polite boy actually shuts up it’s so wild because I would just keep going lol
CRUSTY THE WATER BED SALESMAN
Listen that entire scene has lowkey always been one of my Favs and I’m not even sure why but Percy chopping his head off was g r e a t
The entrance to the Underworld is DOA Recording Studios and I love it
“We, uh…all drowned in a bathtub.”
Poor Charon just wants his Italian suits he doesn’t need all this bullshit
Grover almost getting dragged into Tartarus: not good. very bad. bad shit.
Annabeth getting emotionally attached to Cerberus in the span of 3 minutes: RELATABLE
‘huh my backpack that I thought I got rid of five days ago is getting weirdly heavy, that’s not suspicious though, right?’
When Hades just starts monologue-ing about all the shit he has to put up with
“what kind of awful things do you have to do to get sewn into Hades underwear?” p e r c y
when Percy realizes the Master Bolt is in his backpack and he’s just like. tell me why. why. I’m a good person. what did I DO.
When Percy has to sacrifice his mom to get Annabeth and Grover out of there I Cri Evey Tiem
My cute lil’ baby yelling around on a beach to get Ares to show up
ahdbsjznx when Grover gives Percy a crushed, half eaten tin can for good like and Percy is just like “Grover…I don’t know what to say.” I LOVE HIM
My sweet son kicking the god of war’s ass. bless. blessed on this day.
The news crews who suddenly started backtracking and writing Percy as a hero
Percy, choking back tears, giving Gabe’s store’s phone number out on national television and promising everyone free appliances IM STILL CACKLING I LOVE THIS BOY SO MUCH HE’S ICONIC
Hades actually releasing Sally because he’s Not As Big Of A Dick As He Could Have Been
Percy: hey I think there’s a really good chance that Kronos was behind this whole mess-
Zeus and Poseidon: XXX KRONOS DO NOT INTERACT XXX
Poseidon rolling his eyes at literally everything Zeus says and does
Poseidon and Percy’s whole talk omg my sweet boy just wants his dad to love him and Poseidon’s trying to figure out how to show affection when he basically signed this kid’s death sentence I’m crying
A man will never satisfy me as much or in the same way as Sally Jackson murdering Gabe Ugliano did
Percy was spending months of summer stressing over who the friend that’s supposed to betray him was but like…Sweetie you had exactly three (3) friends and you knew two of them weren’t gonna hurt you
ahbdjsnx when Percy and Luke were having their conversation in the woods and like Luke’s acting shady af the whole time but it’s literally not until he litters that Percy is like “something…is Wrong.” this boy I s2g
Percy getting bit by a scorpion is Not A Favorite Moment but the nymphs helping him out was
Percy making his Official Decision to go home for the school year only after Annabeth reveals that he actually did talk her into trying again with her family
I didn’t mean to write out a summary of the whole damn book it’s six am listen I’m just feeling nostalgia for the original series in this chili’s tonight
I feel like Monsta X is that one group that everyone loves and monbebes are so chill yet defensive when it comes to them lol I’m glad you’re liking them!! They’re so goofy and fun to stan & I love u more cutie pie 💛
Okay so Monsta X is a 7 member group that debuted in 2015 with their lit af song, Trespass. The members were on a singing/dancing/rapping competition type survival show called No.Mercy and I always say this but they were hella awkward around each other. But now they’re besties and they’re always showing skinship lmaooo
Meet: Shownu aka papa bear
the oldest, their leader/ dad
was a former JYP trainee so he’s close w/ Got7
doesn’t talk much but when he does omg………his voice is so soft and cute and his actions really resemble a cute cuddly bear
has the most beautiful bronzed skin that I will never shut up about
ye he might look badass on the outside but he’s a sweetheart trust me plus he never yells or gets annoyed w/ the members
Meet: Wonho aka the greasiest human being you’ll ever see
flirts w/ every living thing in sight and yes he’ll charm the pants right off you tbh
just give him some noodles giVE THE MAN HIS NOODLES
rly smol and squishy but likes to give off a manly vibe and is always postin pics of him working out um rude
got over his fear of height and we all cried while witnessing it
has a cute lil lisp and you can hear sometimes when he sings, esp on live performances
Meet: Minhyuk aka the visual of the universe
!!!!!!! he’s just……!!!!!!!!!!!! a literal piece of the sun that was put on this earth for us to love and appreciate
he’s so warm and compassionate and he loves all the members dearly ahemmmm wonho and even if they annoy him ahemmmmm kihyun
has such a deadly and fierce gaze when performing
if you’re not smiling and happy and positive 24/7 u can’t get along w/ him fam
an adverser of self confidence and loving yourself and your flaws wow he makes me cry every single time I think about him
Meet: Kihyun aka just do urself a favor and bias someone else tbh
he’s beautiful and he’s smart and he’s funny and he’s perfect and he knOWS IT i can’t sleep bc of him
the mom of the group……..
he’s just always aggravated and ready to throw some hands at all times
ugh his voice is probably the reason I got into monsta x, he needs to come out w/ a solo album @ starship make this happen
spoils the members lots esp the maknae line
Meet: Hyungwon aka the living meme himself!!!!!!111!1
i GUARANTEE that you’ve seen this pretty face even if you’re not a kpop fan he’s just everywhere the man the myth the legend hyungwon
he’s a model!!!! and a great one at that, he’s done lots of fashion shows
is hella blunt and he’ll tell it like it is
#givehyungwonmorelines @ starship please, his voice is unique and breathtaking
doesn’t talk lots but he’s always making some sort of reaction face and it’s definitely going to take over the internet
Meet: Jooheon aka the littest rapper
first and foremost, he’s changkyun’s bestie :’)
is just in a constant state of embarrassment by the other members aka kihyun
speaks English (kinda????) fluently but his accent is so cute and he needs to have his own talk show
hella close w/ Got7 esp Jackson and they’ve done their own variety show together as besties
everywhere he goes is a party and like ??? he’s just always lit and excited and is just not a negative person wow goals
Meet: I.M aka I am what I am man
man he’s probably the smartest and most mature maknae out there don’t @ me
was voted as the most awkward around the other members (lmao yall remember the ferris wheel ride w/ dad shownu) aka jooheon let him live
he’s so clever bruh like he could probably talk his way out of every situation
actually goes hella hard when rapping, he’s got bars on bars on bars
kinda 4D?? you’ll never know what hes thinking bc he doesn’t really talk much unless he’s being picked on u feel
summary : peter’s always been a little bit in love with you, it just took a difficult night and warm, ever comforting words for him to come to the realization. intelligent he may be, but he’s a clueless teenage boy before anything else.
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It was eleven o’clock at night and, as per usual, you were neglecting the sleep you desperately needed in order to finish up the notes on your assigned reading novel that were due in just a few short hours. You were never one to finish tasks, especially menial ones such as homework, in a timely fashion. This was just the tip of the iceberg. You briefly took off your glasses, rubbing your tired eyes that were now struggling to focus on the words in front of you properly. When you slipped them back over your nose, glancing up toward your bedroom window that lead out to the fire escape, you saw the familiar face of your best friend peering in through the glass in a way that was only slightly creepy.
Peter knocked rapidly on the glass, waving at you in the typical, hyperactive way that he always had about him. You jumped off your bed, reaching out to shut your bedroom door before walking over to the bay window and unlocking it. A rush of cold winter air nipped at your face the minute it swung open and Peter Parker shoved himself through. Visits from him in this particular manner were common, especially after a day’s work of fighting crime throughout various parts of New York, but not usually this late- and never without a text to alert you first.
“You must be freezing,” you shivered, closing the window quickly. “How long were you out there?” Making yourself comfortable on your bed once again, you propped open your book, ready to force him into helping you study. He didn’t answer. Instead, he drew his sweatshirt closer to his body, sliding to the floor beside your bed and leaning his head against the soft duvet. His curls were sticking up in every direction when he pulled his hood away, his cheeks and the tip of his nose a brilliant shade of red, but not from the bitter chill that was sweeping mercilessly over Queens.
You heard a distinct sniff, then another, then another. His breathing, already shallow from the frantic climbing he had done to reach your fire escape, became even more labored. He pulled his knees to his chest to hide his face. He felt you press yourself against him, your arms around his shoulders and across his chest before he could pull away in embarrassment. Your glasses creaked when they pushed too far into his shoulder. Neither of you moved. You clung to him and he sat there, silently shaking and leaning into your embrace as if it were the only thing keeping him from falling apart.
“Hey, hey, shh, shh, Peter, you’re okay,” you whispered, rubbing his back. “I’ve got you, I promise. You’ve gotta breathe, though, okay?” He was always ashamed of his sensitivity, but he couldn’t help it. He was a sensitive boy and he cried easily and had an awful lot of anxiety sometimes. Today was one of those days, with good reason. He nodded stiffly, maneuvering himself to hug you back, face pressed into your shoulder this time.
“It’s… the anniversary,” he said, his voice broken. “One year.” Hollow. “One year since- since Ben. One year tomorrow.”
He pulled away, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his oversized sweatshirt. There were traces of tears still making their way down his cheeks, sliding across his nose and down to his lips. He tried to rub them away, too, but you caught his wrist in your hand.
“You’re not wrong or less of a dude for crying, Peter.” The way you looked at him, so lovely and caring and worried, made his heart cry out for the safety of your embrace again. “Were you at the cemetery?” You matched his stance and rested the side of your cheek on your knee, still carefully studying his face.
“Yeah,” he exhaled, placing his chin in his palm. “I’m gonna go again in the morning with May. Gonna miss school. I- I probably should’ve, um, stayed with her tonight but I…” he trailed off, “I needed you.” He said it as he said most things to you, with his soft tone of voice and his hesitance that made him, him. He never really noticed until now.
“What are best friends for, right?”
“Yeah. Best friends.”
Ignoring the odd way those two words slipped out of his mouth, you said, “I’m sorry, Peter. I know you loved Uncle Ben so much. I’m sorry, you don’t deserve this. You and May don’t deserve this.” You reached out to him, your hand gripping his without an ounce of doubt. You had small hands and he didn’t but he felt a thousand times better when yours found his. “I’m always here for you. Do you wanna talk about it?”
Surprisingly, he shook his head adamantly. “No, no.” He squeezed your hand. “I kind of, um, just wanna go to bed. Crying like a little baby really tires a guy out, you know?” He gave a weak laugh, a tiny grin, and you smiled right back at him before pulling him to his feet. “Can I use the bathroom?” He needed to wash the sticky feeling of dry tears off his face, rub the sadness out of his eyes. He wanted to be strong for May when he got back in the morning.
“Of course, just be quiet. Mom and dad are asleep.” You padded across your rug and opened your door a crack, holding it in a specific way so that it wouldn’t creak when you let Peter through. He gave you a grateful squeeze of the hand again before disappearing into the bathroom.
He splashed water on his face, staring up at his reflection, at the water dripping off his eyelashes and the curling ends of the hair that was plastered to his forehead. He rubbed at his face and took a deep breath. He wasn’t going to cry anymore. You had sufficiently comforted him for the night. Peter could breathe again.
Peter quietly walked back down the hallway and into your bedroom, watching for a second as you pulled spare blankets down from a shelf in your closet and arranged them on your bay window. You had cleared your bed of your school supplies and had left the covers open for Peter to crawl into without a second though. Which he did. Your covers smelled quite lovely, actually. It was the scent of your perfume that you wore often enough for him to recognize the scent, and he wanted to fall asleep under the inviting covers that were laid out for him. Then, he saw you sit atop your window, about to lie down.
“Wait, why are you doing that?” He got out of bed and took your hand for the third time that night, growing accustomed to the feeling of it. He pulled you over to your bed. “You’re not sleeping on a stupid window. That’s ridiculous. I’ll take the window.” He spun you around and ignored the protestant noise you made, gripping your shoulders and sitting you down on the bed.
“I’m not letting you take the window, either!” You argued, yanking him back down on the bed. He huffed, glaring at you in a teasing manner. “C’mon, just take the bed. You need it more than I do.” His glare dropped to his lap, an idea rolling around in his head. “What?”
“Y/N, how about we just both take the bed?” He said finally, lifting his eyes back to yours. He wasn’t sure what made him say it, why he didn’t just take the floor like he probably should have, but the words were out there in the world and there wasn’t a way to take them back now. You bit your lip, then shrugged, scooting over.
“It is big enough for the two of us.” You turned away from him, turning off your lamp and getting under the covers. You heard Peter slide in next to you, but your back was toward him until he poked you sharply. “What’s wrong, Peter?”
“Can you- um, well-”
You flipped over on your side, just barely making out his face in the darkness of your room. “Do you want me to cuddle you?” Though you said in a teasing sort of tone, you were silently quite pleased when he mumbled a reluctant yes. You moved closer, one arm going around his waist and the other underneath him. Your head was on his chest, listening to the resilient beating of his heart. He placed his chin atop your head. He focused on the sound of your steady breaths until you were sleeping peacefully beside him.
He was so grateful for you- the person who stood by his side throughout anything and everything. You, so strong and beautiful and brave and comforting in his times of distress. You, who never seemed to waver in your loyalty to him. You, the very picture of loveliness and a girl who he’d very much like to-
His eyes flew open, and he almost jumped away from you. He didn’t want to risk you awakening, though, so he stayed put, freaking out internally rather than externally the way he was prone to doing. He had been thinking of kissing you. That was what he was going to say. Kiss. The thought had come so simply to his brain it was like he already thought the same thing for years. Maybe he had. It wasn’t like he was blind. You were a stunning girl, even if you didn’t think so yourself, you were his best friend, you were practically perfect and Peter would be an idiot to not adore you the way that he did.
Adore, adore, adore. Oh, boy. Peter glanced down at you, sleeping in his arms, and confirmed what he had so stupidly never noticed before. His infinitesimal, brief affection for Liz Allen had absolutely nothing on his all encompassing love for you.
Peter bid you goodbye that morning at six thirty sharp, before either of your parents had woken up for work. Before he slipped out your window and into the cracks early morning sunlight, he had pressed a gentle, chaste kiss to your cheek. It was only the briefest touch of his lips to your face, but you had held your face, right in that spot, for practically the entire day. Ned had questioned why, but you brushed him off with an answer of exhaustion.
The day after that, Peter returned to school, dragging Ned off to the side as soon as he stepped off the train platform. He had waited for the other boy purposely, seeking advice.
“I have a huge, gigantic, terrible awful problem right now, Ned!” He exclaimed as soon as he saw him, throwing his hands up in the air. “I need help.”
“Psychiatric help,” Michelle supplied, appearing out of nowhere as she usually did before walking down the path to school.
Ned shrugged. “She’s not wrong.”
Peter, frantic, seized Ned’s shoulders and shook him. “This is not a roast Peter session! This a cry for help! Help me, Ned Leeds!”
“Am I your only hope?” Peter wanted to scream.
“This isn’t the time for Star Wars puns, either!” Not waiting for Ned to quip back that every time was Star Wars time, Peter said, loudly, “I’m in love with Y/N and I don’t know what to do!” He ran his hands in his hair, wanting to pull it out. “I just- I just realized the other night! Everything just kind of, like, clicked and I’ve been so stupid. I should’ve realized it before, but of course I didn’t and now I have no idea what to do!”
“Wait, dude, you seriously have never noticed this before? Are you kidding me? Peter, you’re supposed to be the genius of the school. I feel let down.” Ned shook his head solemnly. “Dude, everyone knows you love her. Even Flash. That’s why he picks on her all the time. He likes pissing you off and nothing gets under your skin more than someone messing with Y/N. She’s the first one you told about being Spider-Man, you go to her for all your problems, you practically pee yourself racing to be her partner for almost everything- not science because science is our subject, but still. I figured you knew you loved her and just didn’t wanna talk about it because she’s out of your league.”
“Hey! I am not-” He stopped. “So what if I am? That’s not even the point. The point is that I love her. Me realizing it was inevitable, even if it took me like eighty years to get there. Doesn’t matter. I’ve gotta tell her, right?”
“You totally should,” Ned encouraged. “She’s definitely in love with you, too.”
Hopefully, Peter grinned. “You really think so?”
“The reassurance you give me is suffocating, Ned. Stop before I die.”
That day in gym class, Ned and Peter went off to the side to pretend they were doing stretches while you sat with Michelle and conversed about literature for the first half of the period. Your conversation, however, soon led off into other directions.
“Hey, MJ, have you ever… I don’t know, been in love?”
Michelle raised her eyebrows. “Only with crushing the patriarchy. Why? Have you?” The intuitive girl already knew your answer, of course, but she was invested in you and Peter’s love story and was desperate to hear the truth from your own lips.
You played with the hem of your shirt, thinking. Peter and Ned casually inched closer, having been listening to the conversation for quite sometime now. They were unapologetically nosy. “I think I am.”
“With who?” Peter clasped his hands together, silently pleading with the universe to grant him this one wish. I promise, universe, I’ll never ask for anything ever again in my whole life if you just let this girl love me back I swear I’ll be the best Spider-Man there ever was and I’ll protect New York until I’m eighty five just please oh my god please-
The gasp he let out was involuntary, but you didn’t hear him. He turned to Ned, his expression of shock, as well as elation, mirroring Peter’s own. Suddenly, Ned stood, shouting for the entire gym class to hear, “Y/N! Peter loves you too!” You looked up, Michelle’s happy and knowing smirk going unnoticed by you because the only thing you could focus on was Peter and what Ned had just declared.
The gym fell silent, every student turning to stare at you and Peter. You were frozen in shock up until the bell rang and everyone filed out quickly, leaving you and Peter alone.
“Did he mean it?” You asked, your sneakers squeaking against the floor as you closed the distance between you and Peter, your head tilted to meet his.
“It’s the truest thing anyone has ever said.” His lips met yours, and the slant of his mouth against your own was a feeling you could definitely come to adore more than you already did after just one kiss.
Warnings: Smut, sexting, language, flashback in italics, texting is in bold and italics
A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I’m really loving these character and this series. Thank you for your wonderful responses. A special thank you to the people who looked this over for me.
***THE TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED**
It’s been three weeks, three freaking weeks since Dean has touched you and you are dying.
The first two weeks had been because you were healing up. He was pretty sure you had cracked ribs and your shoulder had been really sore, so he wasn’t going to chance hurting you, even the couple of times you had insisted.
Then you had gotten the bright idea to tell him either he could have fun with you, or you would take care of it yourself. Dean promptly made sure the two of you shared a room with Sam at the next motel, a smug smile on his face, daring you to go right ahead. If you weren’t so nervous about being caught, you would have called his bluff.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.
Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see) Stan x Reader and slight Richie x Reader
Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, mentions of sex, and sexual abuse (mild)
It was only five in the evening, yet the sun was setting and the sky was black instead of a peaceful blue hue. Being the month of January, it made the days shorter and the nights longer, something of which you hated. Night was the worst, it reminded you of all the worst things. The dark was a treacherous thing and you despised it.
But yet, as you ran, one foot in front of the other in the quickest motion you could muster, no part of you seemed to care. For the past few days, hell for the past month, you’d been trying to deny what you knew you saw. Tried to tell yourself it was only your nightmares, bleeding into the day and your mind playing tricks on yourself. The images, the memories and the mis-haps, you’d tried to ignore it.
But tonight you were sure, sure that it was IT. It had to be…
When you’d run out of the room and out of the school, you weren’t exactly sure where your feet were leading you. Who could you tell? Who could you tell that wouldn’t think you were a complete mental idiot? Certainly not Henry or any of his friends, and your mother wasn’t an option.
The option was quite clear, and you knew it deep down that it was the right one. But you didn’t know what they’d think, any of them. They’d left you the minute IT was no longer a threat, and from what you’d seen no one even seemed to remember that clown that taunted you all. Wouldn’t they think you were insane as well? The thought pained you, made you feel isolated in your fear… but you reminded yourself that they had been there. You remembered it clearly, they saw IT then, so why couldn’t they now?
You had to tell someone… but your options were limited. Bill? Beverly? You didn’t even know where they were nowadays. Ben? No… MIke? No. Stan? Hadn’t spoken one word to him in months. That only left Eddie and Richie… neither of which you wanted to confront, after the whole episode in the hall. Eddie seemed like the better option, seeing as Richie hated you from what you’d seen… but you knew his mother and knew he’d be home by now. You weren’t getting into that house no matter how hard you tried.
That only left Richie… and you knew exactly where he’d be.
Plot: Y/N feels overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to let her Harry know.
I combined my own idea with a request about H hearing Y/N admit something over the phone.
Hint before reading: Take a moment and think of that one thing that’s overwhelming you right in this moment, the one thing that makes your stomach feel sick and the one thing that keeps you up at night. Okay now you can read it.
Pic isn’t mine but I like to think that it is.
“Are you sure everything’s alright?”
My throat dried when I allowed my eyes to meet with his sparkling green orbs and the pure worry in them made it difficult not to tear up. With a deep breath I forced myself to smile.
“Everything is fine, Harry,” I promised him, my tone just sweet enough for it to cover up the lie, “It was a long day.”
“Again?” Harry inquired quietly.
“Again.” I tried to laugh but got up to walk to the kitchen when I failed.
Ever since the beginning of this week there had been a heavy and uncomfortable feeling settled at the bottom of my stomach making me feel so sick at times I believed I would vomit. But I couldn’t let it show.
“Do you want some tea?” I called towards him.
“Sure, yeah. Thanks, beautiful.”
With trembling fingers I reached for the kettle and I closed my eyes in hopes of calming down enough to keep my distraught emotions a secret. And what better than a hot cup of tea? There was nothing I loved more than spending time with Harry and if I could I would have him near me at all times. I felt myself long for him when he was gone, fantasized about being in his presence when I wasn’t and when I had him I felt at peace. Momentarily. Harry made me feel warm and without knowing it he’d become the only person who managed to decorate my face with an honest smile. We hadn’t been dating for long, only a couple of months, and it was true that we were happy. Never before had I felt this close to another person, never before did I trust somebody with my whole heart and no one had ever understood me the way that Harry did. Harry was my everything. And still I couldn’t find it in me to trust him with my worried mind.
It wasn’t that I thought Harry wouldn’t be kind. I knew if I were to tell him that I couldn’t find any peace and that not even the nights provided me with rest, he would try all he could to be supportive. What held me back from confiding in him was how utterly ridiculous I felt. Harry had so much going on in his life, he was under constant pressure and given even more from all sides and all at once and still he never uttered as much as one word in complaint. Me? I felt like crying when dealing with what was so minor compared to other people’s problems. How could I possibly admit this without making a fool of myself?
“Y/N?” I heard Harry’s voice call for me.
My breath hitched and I quickly finished both of our teas. “Coming!”
Hearing my friend’s voice over the speaker of my phone relaxed me. At least a little. Kat hadn’t had the time to talk properly in a while due to her job taking up a lot of space in her life and selfishly it felt good to hear that I wasn’t the only person who wasn’t having the best week.
“So anyway,” Kat spoke, “Things took a turn to the better when the guy I told you about showed up again. I think he recovered form the flu or something.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
She chuckled. “I bet your day gets better the moment you have Harry around to comfort you.”
“Well,” I sighed, “Having him around does bring me joy.”
When my voice quivered I knew I messed up.
Kat cleared her throat. “What’s the matter? Does he not understand or what?”
“I’m sure he would,” I muttered.
I didn’t reply. Kat laughed breathlessly.
“You seriously didn’t tell him? Y/N, he’s your boyfriend! And if I receive text after text about how shitty everything is going for you then something really must be up.”
A lump formed in my throat and I let out a small whine. “I don’t know how to talk to him about this thought.”
I shrugged even though she couldn’t see. “Harry has so much going on in his life. Never does he get a break not even on his days off. How could I burden him with my stupid and silly problems when his mind is full of much more important things?”
“Because he’s your boyfriend!” Kat repeated.
“Is that your answer to everything?”
“In a relationship it’s about being there for each other,” Kat lectured, ignoring my words, “You support him constantly. It’s time you let him do the same for you.”
My head snapped up at the noise of my front door opening and then falling shut.
“Y/N? You home, baby?” My heart fluttered at his voice.
“That’s Harry,” I quickly informed Kat, “I got to go.”
With fast steps I walked further into the bedroom and away from where I could hear Harry moving closer towards me.
“Of course,” Kat said and I could hear the smile in her voice, “Just remember. You have to be honest with Harry and tell him how you feel. Otherwise you’re being unfair to him.”
“I know,” I agreed lowly, “I know you’re right.”
Harry’s knuckles lightly knocked onto the wooden door and I turned around to look at him with a smile growing on my face. He looked insanely good. His hair was tousled from the clod wind I knew was tormenting outside, his upper body adorned a thick jumper and his legs were forced into much too tight jeans which to my benefit left little to the imagination.
“Hey,” I breathed.
“Hi.” His voice was quiet and I shuddered when the smile on his face didn’t reach his beautiful eyes.
I walked over to him and reached for his arm. “I’m just going to finish this call really quickly, okay? Then I’m all yours.”
“S’okay,” Harry said and shrugged off my touch, “I just came over to return the shirt you left at my place the other day. M’actually bit busy so I’m just going to head out again.”
My heart sank. “I thought you would stay tonight?”
Harry nodded towards the phone in my palm. “You should’t let your friend wait, Y/N. Wouldn’t want you to be unfair to anybody, right?”
And with that he turned around, out of my reach and towards the exit. The shirt he’d brought me was carelessly thrown onto the mattress and I watched him leave with tears already burning my eyes. What the hell had just happened?
“Y/N? You still there?”
Kat’s voice ripped me back from my thoughts and I quickly told her that I was fine and needed to go. Then I hung up. Great. Now not even my relationship was something I could find comfort in. There was no point in running after him as I new Harry moved fast and since he’d arrived by car I was sure he must be long gone. With my palms ice cold, my legs weak and my stomach in knots I sat down on the bed I’d thought I would be spending the night with Harry on, feeling the most uncomfortable and unhappy and in in general at a low I hadn’t reached before. There was no way I could hold back the tears from burning my cheeks and soon I was a sobbing mess, laying alone on the cold fabric of my bed.
From Harry, 7:20pm. I’m sorry I left like that, love. How about I come back over and we spend the night together like we planned? x
From Harry, 7:22pm. Don’t ignore me now. I know I was being harsh. A bit of a dick actually and I wanna make up for that. Please let me, baby. xx
From Harry, 7:23pm. I heard your conversation with Kat.
With puffy eyes I stared at the three messages. I breathed in shakily and shook my head before picking up the device to reply. There was no way I could face him when I was like this. I felt ashamed enough as it is and couldn’t bear the thought of letting my boyfriend see me in this weakened state.
From Y/N, 7:30pm. It’s okay, Harry, no worries. I’m a bit tired though. Don’t think that hanging out tonight is a good idea. I’m sorry. x
From Y/N, 7:33pm. If you want we could meet up tomorrow?
Teardrops smeared the screen and I brushed them off quickly in order to read Harry’s reply. My heart sank even further upon reading it.
From Harry, 7:34pm. If that’s what you want.
It was what I’d wanted. Still, my chest crumbled and the room filled once more with desperate and loud cries as I let it sink in that I’d successfully driven Harry away. A shaking palm clasped over my mouth as I attempted to somehow quieten the noises of my breakdown as I didn’t want to alarm my neighbours. What was I supposed to do? What was I to tell him tomorrow? That was if he even wanted to see me. My eyes were sore, my throat dry and slowly but surely everything began to hurt. Really ache.
My entire body froze and I forced myself to calm down long enough to make sure I hadn’t heard wrong. No. There was once again the distinct sound of somebody knocking on my front door. Oh god please no. I scrambled to my feet with hurried movements and came to a tumbling stand. With harsh movements I brushed the tears from my smeared cheeks.
“Y/N.” It was quiet but I heard and my heart began to pound heavily in my chest. What was he doing here?
“Harry?” I asked, my voice small and trembling weakly.
I sniffled noisily and tried to steady my breath.
“Course it’s me, love,” Harry hummed, his voice gentle, “Mind opening the door for me? Letting me in, sweetheart?”
“Harry, I really don’t think-”
“I hear it, baby,” he spoke softly, “You’re crying.” His voice sounded so sad, so empty of the anger it held earlier.
The pet names spoken with so much affection, the gentleness in his words and tone… I couldn’t fight any longer. With uncertain fingers I unlocked my front door and before I could turn the handle I had Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist as he forced his way into my apartment. Breathing in his scent as I nestled my face into the warm space between his shoulder and his neck, one of my hands wound itself into his short curls while the other clasped the back of his neck. Harry’s arms tightened around my body, bringing me impossibly close to his chest as he pushed the both of us further inside. I didn’t see but I heard him shut the door with his foot.
“Harry,” I whimpered, trying desperately to step away from him, worried that the endless stream of tears would mess up his jumper.
“No.” Harry’s embrace was tight. He ignored my protest and instead hoisted me up higher so that he could carry me to the couch in my small living room.
I was full on sobbing by this point, my desperation only increasing when he let go of me after making me sit on the couch. My arms were taken into his hands and I turned my head away when he crouched down.
“Y/N, look at me.”
I shook my head, a whimper escaping my parted lips. Harry’s hands moved gently, his fingers drew circles onto my skin. Normally the gesture was enough to calm me down but not today. I felt utterly embarrassed and I knew that Harry slowly began to realize too that this wasn’t just a small and simple break down. This was me, crumbling after having suffered under too much pressure for too long. This was me truly breaking down and falling apart right in front of his eyes. I gasped upon feeling him press his face into my open palms.
“My sweet girl,” Harry breathed into my hands, “Tell me if there is something that I can do for you, you hear?”
“There- there’s no-nothing, Harry.” I swallowed shakily and stared at the back of his head.
Slowly he looked up at me, green eyes wide, kind and patient. His warm hands clasped mine and my breath hitched when his heart shaped lips pressed a loving kiss to them.
“That’s okay, too,” he reassured, “In that case I will just do what I think you need right now, yeah? And if you want something different you tell me.”
He waited for me to nod, a small smile gracing his lips. Harry got to his feet quickly and immediately I was scooped back into his arms and brought to his chest. I hiccuped and Harry chuckled. His body settled onto the couch and I gasped when he placed my own body right on top of his, my back pressed to his chest. His face settled into my neck and I shuddered upon feeling his warm breath. One of Harry’s arms wrapped around my middle while he gently touched my forehead with his other hand, making me rest my head on his shoulder. I sighed and turned so I could nudge his neck with my nose. Next a blanket was pulled over my form, making sure that I was warm.
“Harry,” I whispered into his skin.
He intertwined our legs together before kissing my cheek.
“No more crying,” he said lowly, chest rumbling against my back, “It breaks my heart to see you like this. Which doesn’t mean that I want you to ever keep it from me again when you feel this way.”
The terrible knot at the bottom of my stomach loosened and the longer I breathed him in the more I could feel my heart relax. My breathing slowed, the tears slowly ceased from falling. My own arms wrapped around his and our hands found each other.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized against his skin.
He shook his head and squeezed me. “No, no, my love. S’not what I want. You don’t have to apologize for anything. All I want is that you trust me. That you know that I’m here. Always.”
“I want to see you.”
Careful not to hurt him I turned to lay on my stomach, my body pressed tightly against his chest and I leaned up to press a kiss to his soft skin of his chin. Harry groaned lowly at the sensation.
“You’re my girlfriend,” Harry murmured, his hands rubbing up and down my back, “You can lean on me. Confide in me. Don’t want hear that you’re unwell and hiding it.”
“Are you comfortable?” I wondered quietly, referring to his position.
“Very,” he assured me with a nod, cheekily grabbing my bum and giving it a squeeze.
I swatted his chest with a laugh and he removed his hands and settled them onto my hips instead. I found it hard to believe that having my body sprawled out on top of his was in any way comfortable but in this moment I knew there was nothing other than being in his arms that would heal my tormented mind.
“S’embarrassing though,” I admitted quietly, my unsure eyes finding his.
“S’not,” he argued, “S’part of being in a relationship. I’m yours, you’re mine and we’re both there for each other.”
I liked how natural his words sounded. How much sense they made.
“But,” I began, “what I’m dealing with is so stupid and you-”
“And I’m never too busy to take care of you just like I trust in you always being there when I really need you. And nothing that makes you cry is stupid to me.”
Harry smiled kindly and I could feel myself doing the same. Gently I reached up to cup his cheek and a tiny gasp escaped my mouth before his lips found mine in a loving kiss. Instantly I melted into him. His hands held me close, my own scratched his cheek while the other held onto his hair and for the first time all week I felt like I could truly breath. Harry’s presence took over all of my senses as I cuddled myself even more into his embrace. We continued to kiss until my lungs burned and this time when I teared up it was because my heart couldn’t hold the amount of happiness.
“Why are you like this?” I whispered, staring at my handsome boyfriend with wonder in my eyes.
He smiled and pressed another kiss to my temple. “Because you’re important to me. I need you to know that, love.”
“I do. Thank you so much, Harry. And I care about you, too. So much.”
Another kiss followed to my lips before Harry drew back to rub his nose against mine in a heartbreakingly sweet gesture.
Hope you liked this! Wrote it in one go so apologizes for any mistakes. Also, if any of you are dealing with something shitty at the moment I have my fingers crossed for you and know you’ll be alright. x
he stands in all his glory, laughing at something Chris Nolan said to him, a
glass of whisky in his hand and his arm around her waist. And all I could do
was stand here, from afar, watching them.
notice if you keep staring, darling.” Anne handed me a glass of champagne.
not staring. Just looking how wonderful they are together.” I could feel my
face turn red by the second.
darling, don’t try to fool yourself, I know you have feelings for him.” She
smiled lightly at me. “Actually, I always thought you’re going to be together.”
My smile faltered
and I looked at the floor. Silly Y/N, of course Anne knew. Apparently,
everybody did! The boys, Gemma, Lou and now Anne. Clearly, I am not very good
in hiding my feelings for my best friend. The guy who knows me better than
anyone and yet can’t realize how much I adore him.
Harry and I
have been friends since we were kids, really. Eventually we went separate ways:
He went out to become the biggest celebrity out there and I went to college. Even
though we lived in different worlds, we never stopped talking. We’re still best
friends even after all this time.
I love him.
But it wasn’t
always like this. When we’re younger, our parents used to tell us we would
eventually get married. We’re too perfect for each other, that’s something we
always knew, even though we didn’t have this types of feeling for each other.
It was in
my senior year of college that this said feelings started to show. I spent a
few weeks with him and the boys while they’re on tour and suddenly I started to
fall for my best friend. If you have seen any movie out there, you would think
that the feeling was mutual and we’re happily ever after. Not how things turned
out, I’m afraid to tell you. I spent 6 weeks trying to find a way to tell him
my feelings, even asked for the boys’ help, but when I was close to figure a
way out, he met her. And gosh, how much he adored her. Since the beginning!
that stupid line that said when you love someone, you gotta let them go and
find their happiness? His happiness was she and I couldn’t stand in the way of
that. Even though I knew I loved him more than she could ever love him, it was
time for me to set him free.
So I came
back. Came to the UK, finished college and found a job I actually like. My life
is all put together, as Harry likes to remind me. He’s right, my life is put
together, except for my love life. I tried so hard to get over him, to not have
feelings for him. I dated, I tried everything I could, but he was always there,
in the back of my mind, even when I met my ex-boyfriend, Daniel. We broke up a
few months later because he knew I had feelings for my best friend. Poor Dan,
such a nice guy and I couldn’t love him.
back home. And moved in with her, much to my dismay. They’re together for 3
years now and they don’t seem to be breaking up anytime soon. I’m not gonna
lie, I’ve thought about telling him, just to get it out of my chest, but I can’t.
I cannot ruin this for him. I would rather suffer in silence than ruin his
happiness and our friendship.
thought about telling him?” She asked me while we watched the couple from afar.
“I did.” I
whispered. “I just can’t. He’s happy, Anne. He deserves to be happy.”
“My son is
a fool, darling. He doesn’t know, but he does have feelings for you. A mother
always know and I’m telling you he does. But I understand your side, I just don’t
wanna see you both losing time with other people when you could be together!”
a laugh. Anne was always our biggest supporter, so it’s not a shock to me she
would rather me with her son than his actual girlfriend. The poor girl is not a
bad girl; she’s just not right for him.
get it how he can be such a morning person, always waking up at a 100%, telling
everyone ‘good morning’ in his raspy voice. She thinks its annoying, but the
truth is if he doesn’t do this, we’ll go back to sleep and miss his whole day.
She doesn’t get his obsession for good health, but if she just asked him about
it, she would understand he actually believes that those junk foods can kill
you slowly, and he can’t lose anyone in his life, so we all have to eat health
food. At least around him. She doesn’t understand how he can feel so down
after reading mean comments on the internet, because for her how could The
Harry Styles feel anything less than perfect?! He thinks he’s not worth it,
even though he truly does deserve everything good that ever happened to him. However,
he has insecurities, because by the end of the day, he is just Harry. And all
he really wants is cuddles and a few reassurance words that those people are
just mean people and are not telling the truth.
know him and a part of me thinks she just doesn’t want to. Yes, she knows what
he likes for breakfast, what calms him when his in a bad mood, but she doesn’t
know the little things I do.
if you think about it. He’s been with her for 3 years and she doesn’t get him.
Maybe that’s why when he needs someone, he runs to me. He runs to my house at 3
A.M just so he could talk about his bad day. She never saw him cry, because he
only cries when we’re alone and he can truly show his feelings. I’m the first
person he calls when something good or bad happens. I’m his emergence contact
in the hospital, I’m his safe place to go when he needs to just take a break. I’m
the one who could leave her whole life on hold, just to take care of him when
because even thought I am his person, I’m not his and he’s not mine. She has
him and I can’t truly express how much I wish that could be me.
nervous.” I pointed out to Anne.
about to ask you this… Do you know why? He’s been like this for a few weeks
now.” She looked deep in thought, trying to find a reason for her son odd behavior.
I was interrupted by Louis, who looked out of breath.
to stop him, he will make a terrible mistake, please Y/N, stop him!”
what’s going on? What are you talking about? Breathe, Lou.”
get it, he’ll…”
“Can I have
everyone’s attention, please?” Harry called out from the center of the room.
The party quickly died down, waiting for his speech. “I would like to thank you
all for coming to my Dunkirk party. It’s so nice to enjoy the movie’s success with
all of you, so thank you!”
around the room clapped and Louis was fussing by side. He looks nervous and I
couldn’t understand why.
know this is a special night for me and I wanted to be even more special. Lexa,
can you come here, darling?” He asked his girlfriend to join him and I could
already feel the tension growing around me. Anne, Louis, Niall, Liam, Lou and
Gemma surrounded me and we all were just waiting for something to happen. Anything.
been together for 3 years next week and I feel so blessed to have you by side.
I was smitten with you since the moment I saw you, you can ask Y/N for
confirmation.” Everybody laughed a little and I could feel a knot in my through
already. “So, in this special date for me and surrounded by friends and family,
I would like to ask you…” he got down on one knee. “Will you marry me?”
like that my world stopped. I couldn’t hear anything, but I could see her nod
and everyone clap for them. I think the boys were talking to me, but I could
barely understand what was happening.
He is hers.
She is his.
like that I realized that all these years loving him, taking care of him, weren’t
enough to make him fall for me. I was a silly girl who believed in the fairy
tale that everyone thought we would live. I loved him with everything in me, I
was always his but he was never mine.
like that I ran out of the party, leaving everyone – including the love of my
life – behind.
bill is such an amazing character, i love him to BITS oh god the gf crew really made him such a wonderful character and villain. i love hating him, its so good. i love that he doesn’t have some sad tragic backstory to justify his means, that he’s just wanted nothing but power and chaos, i love that hes such a skilled manipulator and con artist, i love that his first instinct was to throw a fucking party, i love that bill has only ever been bill, and that being bill and never changing and expecting the same in others was his downfall.
but what does most of the fandom do with him?? ship him. make him human so that they can ship him (and/or just make him eye candy). change his personality so that they can ship him. its sad to see his character be devalued so much within a fandom that claims to love him so dearly
Finally watched Stranger Things 1 & 2 and just had to write a little bit of something for Steve Harrington. Someone who clearly proved themselves in the second season.
| Steve Harrington x Reader |
Summary: Worried about your friend Steve, you decided you had to talk to him but about his new taste in friends while he questioned yours in boys.
There he was, in the parking lot of the high school, talking to those six middle schoolers again. You didn’t understand why he started to hang around them more. You had noticed the change for a year now, after basketball practice, Steve would meet them in the parking lot and at times leave with them. You wanted some answers but every time you had the bit amount of courage to ask him: your nerves came back and you would back out.
Not today. Today was the day you were actually going to speak to him. You adjusted your bag strap on your shoulder, walking your way towards him. One of the boys caught your attention and alerted Steve that you were coming. Steve turned, locking his eyes with yours as a smile went across his lips.
“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” He asked. He put his hands in his back pockets as he straightened his posture.
“I was wondering if we could talk.” You answered him, looking over his shoulder to see the little teens looking back at you, “Alone.”
Edit- I have changed a little of this bc when I first posted there were some similarities on a paragraph to another story. And even though I didn’t copy it, I still felt awful that it was so similar so I’ve decided to edit mine.
Pairing: Reddie A/N: This is my first Reddie fic and it was supposed to go in a different direction but we ended up here. I don’t love it but I don’t hate it. ALRIGHT SO! Both boys are in college in this so around 19-20. It’s not quite smut but it is about friends with benefits so. Summary: Fuck, when did Richie catch feelings for his best friend. This was just supposed to be some casual fucking. Words: 1,200+
This should’ve been like every other time. Eddie beneath him, a mixture of curses and Richie’s name spilling out in moans. This time though, his kisses seemed sweeter and his hands roamed longer. He was taking in everything. From the look on Eddie’s face to the curls sticking to his forehead.
He was beautiful.
Richie couldn’t get enough. They had been, for lack of better phrasing, friends with benefits for awhile now. It started on a tipsy night last semester, neither boy had really planned for it to continue but here they were. Richie literally balls deep in Eddie.
As he looked at the small lad beneath him, he felt his heart race. He wanted more. Maybe now wasn’t the time to be having an epiphany but seeing Eddie begging for him and knowing only he could make him feel that way really got Richie hot.
Maybe it was the pleasure pooling in his stomach talking but he never wanted another name to fall from those lips.
“Richie faster p-please.” Richie groaned, hearing how much Eddie wanted him was almost enough to push him over the edge but he always did as he was told. He quickened his pace.
“As you wish, Eds."
"Don’t…oh my god,” Eddie moans “call me that.” Richie smirked, “I make you feel this good and still can’t call you Eds?” once again quickening his thrusts. Eddie grabbed a fist full of Richie’s shirt. His moans quickly turning to full on screams. Richie loving every sound.
Before long they were both entangled on the bed breathless. Eddie’s head resting on Richie’s chest.
“Gross, your shirt is soaked in sweat. You should’ve just taken it off.”
“But then you wouldn’t have anything to hold onto.” Richie gave a smug smile,
“Besides, you weren’t feeling foreplay today so I figured we’d just get to the fun part.” He leaned down a placed a small kiss on Eddie’s temple before removing the disgusting shirt and tossing it across the room.
The after cuddles were starting to become Richie’s favorite part of all this. Although the sex was extraordinary. He tightened his arms around Eddie’s petite waist, as his fingers swirled cute designs on the small of Eddie’s back. Eyes closed just enjoying the intensity of Eddie’s skin on his. It was like a small fire beneath his finger tips. He could practically feel the sparks.
Fuck, when did his life turn into such a damn rom com? Here he was pining over his best friend who was painfully oblivious. His inner monologue getting interrupted by small hums. Eddie was nuzzling his face further into Richie’s now bare chest. Content. He would describe them as content. He thought he might die right here. Eddie was just too damn cute. He probably didn’t even realize how much this was killing Richie. Being so close physically yet so far emotionally.
“I love you.”
The words flew out like vomit. No warning and leaving an awful taste in his mouth. FUCK. Did that really just come out of him? Richie could feel his heart beating through his chest. If his rib cage wasn’t there he was sure it would’ve burst through his skin.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion. His breath hitched as Eddie moved his head to stare into Richie’s eyes.
“W-what?” his voice cracking with uncertainty. Richie didn’t know how to respond so he didn’t. Both boys just staring in silence. Neither of them wanting to be the next to speak. After what could’ve been ages, the silence had become unbearable.
“Richie…” Eddie’s tone was stern, he wanted answers, “what did you say?” The terrified boy below him was shaking. He broke away from Eddie’s gaze. The feeling of tears started to well up behind his eyes. He would not cry right now, not in front of Eddie.
He cleared his throat, pulling himself together. “Oh, ya know Eds. Love ya and all that. You’re my best friend.” It was a long shot but Richie had to try to mend this situation. Eddie only stared.
“No, that’s not what you said.”
“It’s basically what I said.”
“Trashmouth, I’m gonna need you to not fucking lie to me right now.” Eddie had sat up by now, legs crossed beside his boy. Richie just laid there, arms around himself instead of Eddie. The wall must’ve been the most interesting thing he’d ever seen. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Have you ever just decided FUCK IT? Richie has.
“I said…I’m madly and utterly in love with you. My dear Eddie Spaghetti. I’m not sure when this changed from a casual fuck to much much more. But here I am. Dying to be this close to you for the rest of my days. Look at those lips! I wanna kiss them every day. Cute dates? You got it baby! Hands cold? Use mine to warm them! Jesus Eddie, I just wanna scream to the world that you’re mine. I know this is unrequited but I guess my heart needed to speak up before my brain could interfere. Regardless of anything I just hope we can still be friends and that I didn’t make you too uncomfortable.”
Richie took in a much needed breath and finally tore his gaze from the wall. Eddie’s face was unreadable. His eyes wide and mouth agape. Now was not a time that Richie could handle the silence. He gave up.
“I’m sorry Eds, uh I mean Eddie. I’ll let myself out. I shouldn’t have just thrown this all on you.” He was off the bed and scrambling to find his clothes in seconds. Eddie, still speechless, didn’t stop him. The tears finding their way back to his eyes. Richie couldn’t bring himself to fight them back this time. He just let them fall.
Having finally dressed himself he turned back to Eddie one last time. Then headed for the door. His tear stained cheeks breaking Eddie’s heart.
“You idiot, Trashmouth.” Richie stopped, hand on the door. He knew he was an idiot, especially to think that just maybe they could be together.
“This is your room dumbass.” Eddie stood, walking to Richie. He took his hand off the handle and held it within his own. “You’re also an idiot for thinking, even for a second, that I wouldn’t feel the same.”
“But, but you didn’t say anything.”
“I was…pausing for dramatic effect. I, uh, also couldn’t believe you felt the same. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for weeks. I am so sorry I made you cry, babe.” Eddie’s thumb wiping away the stray tears Richie had let fall. He cupped his face, pulling him down for a sweet kiss. Richie’s face broke into the largest smile he’s probably ever had. He kissed back with all the emotion he could muster.
This was his favorite. In the past, their kisses had been rushed, hungry, needy. Both just needing to get their rocks off. Not this time though, this time it was slow and soft. Eddie’s arms around his neck and Richie’s snaked around Eddie’s waist. You could feel the love within this kiss. Each boy smiling, and excited for this new chapter of their lives.
“I’m not gay.” Eddie said breaking away but his smile never left.
“My dick was literally in your ass half an hour ago.” Eddie’s face went red.
“Beep beep Richie,” Eddie laughed, “I love you Trashmouth Tozier.”
“I love you too, my Eddie Spaghetti.”
A/N: Thank you so much for reading. Please feel free to message me about this, I know I’m not a great author so critic is greatly appreciated. AH I love this pairing. Let me know if you want more fics! I plan to write more :)
A/N: Okay, ya’ll. Here is part 7. It’s a bit longer than most other parts, but there was a lot to explain :/ I hope you guys like it, even though I know you’ll be screaming at me. (It’s fine, I enjoy it) I guess I should’ve warned from the start that this was gonna be a slow burn. Thank you all, again, for the amazing love and support for this series. I hope this part doesn’t let you down. Please let me know what you think. I thrive on your asks, reblogs, and replies ♥
Word Count: 1,9111
Warnings: - Bucky is still a shithead. - You probably won’t like Natasha Romanoff after this. - language, I think.
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“Oh… my god,” Bucky muttered dramatically under his breath, tugging at his already tousled hair. His eyes darted from you, to the woman who had just burst your happy bubble. Your eyes were fixed on her, and hers on you. In your mind, you were wild west style dueling her; standing in the middle of a desolate street, dust and tumbleweeds scattering around you in the wind. Your finger was itchy for the trigger, ready to draw, and god damn it if you weren’t gonna strike first. There was no way you were laying down and dying on this one.
It was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to him. By far.
It outdid that time when, as Spider-Man, he hit a signboard while swinging from web to web, and fell face first down in a busy NYC street…There were videos on YouTube, and pictures on the internet of “The Friendly neighborhood Spider greatest fail”…but at least, no one saw his face. No one actually knew him.
But now ? Oh God. He was good old and regular Peter Parker and everyone knew it. And this all thing was embarrassing beyond all measure !
He had just called Mrs. Stark “mom” on live TV !
He obviously didn’t mean to but…it was the stress really.
People were starting to get curious about Anthony Stark’s mysterious intern, and he just had to give an interview about it so as not to blow his cover. After all, it was the first time Tony’s company was taking interns ! And everyone was curious about that guy that teenage boy who got the first one ever.
With how obsessed with the Starks the World was, the interview was a huge deal…Millions of people watched the great Iron man’s new protégé, the boy so many were jealous of for landing the best internship ever at Stark Industries.
The journalists asked him hundred of questions, and everything was going smoothly. Besides, Peter felt like with Mr. Stark by his side, he was invincible, his hero and role model giving him strength…Up until he talked about you and used the word “mom” to do so…And you were right next to him…Oh, awkward.
It happened barely a second ago but he already rewinded the scene in his head a thousand times…The journalist asked :
-How is it to be so often in the presence of Tony Stark, a genius and also one of the biggest and most famous superhero on Earth ?
And stupid, embarrassing, idiotic, nervous Peter answered :
-It’s ok really, Mr. Stark is amazing, and his wife, Mrs (Y/N) Stark is really great, right mom ?
And he turned to you. Right after he called you “mom” in front of millions of people…and just froze. Why didn’t he stop at “Mrs. (Y/N) Stark is really great”, why the Hell did he turn to you and said “right mom ?”…he would never know.
There was a sudden silence in the room, all the journalists and even the damn security guards staring at Peter. He cleared his throat and laughed nervously, but he wasn’t able to say anything.
He glanced quickly at Tony and your husband was just like everyone else right now, staring at him, probably thinking : “wait…what did he say ?”.
This was Peter’s worst nightmare. Public humiliation. Saying something so damn stupid. In front of so many people…
Did you ever get to meet any of the original TOS cast at any convention? Would love to hear stories if you have them!
Yes, I met all the original cast except Bill.
Oh goodness, I have so many stories it’s hard to know what to say here. But I get this question a lot, so I need to just start writing down memories as they come to me or I will never get a post out about this.
Jimmy Doohan (Scotty) gave the best bear hugs in the world. He was not just a cast member but a real Star Trek fan himself. He loved the show, he loved Scotty, he loved the fans. He was a regular con fixture in the ‘70s, and you must remember that back then there were lots of conventions that had maybe 70 or 80 people in attendance. He didn’t care about audience size ; if you invited him, and he was able to come, he came.
Back then everything happened in one hotel. The con would take over the ballroom and a couple of side rooms, and there was always a welcome suite that acted as organization central. The actors stayed in the same hotel as the guests. It was mostly very amateurish, just a handful of dedicated fans getting a smallish group of people together. Jimmy, George Takei (Sulu), De Kelley (Bones), and Walter Koenig (Chekov), could all be counted on to stick around and be pretty accessible all weekend.
George would always make an announcement that if anyone wanted to go running with him, to meet him in the hotel lobby (or wherever) at a set time. Then a group would get together early in the morning and go for a run. He was a pretty hardcore runner, though, so I think most people who went couldn’t keep up with him.
De always brought his wife Carolyn (I can only think of one time I saw him without her, and he apologized all weekend that she couldn’t make it). They were the sweetest couple, really warm to the fans and, what was especially nice, warm to each other. It was obvious they were best friends. And they’d been married close to 30 years by the time they were coming to those early cons.
De took a warm interest in fan work and read a lot of fanzines. He sought out authors and artists and would give in-person feedback on your work, always very encouraging, but also quite thoughtful. You could tell he’d read your work and thought about it. He had an ever-increasing set of humorous poems that he wrote for the fans, and he would read these at conventions. Reading his poetry to us was such a set feature that regular con-goers would recite some of his older work in chorus with him. It was very interactive and fun, and he would get so tickled that people liked his poems. It was the most charming thing you can imagine to see him get so pleased at the audience’s response to his writing that he would do that bouncy thing on his toes.
Walter always seemed kind of serious to me, but he was a great conversationalist. He was extremely well-read and could be counted on as a great person talk books with.
Nichelle Nichols (Uhura) was the goddess she was then, is now and always shall be. She didn’t hang around the way most of the guys from the cast did, and anyway I was a little in awe of and shy with her, so I never took much opportunity to talk to her.
I did see Leonard at numerous conventions over the years, but he was a
special case, because by the time cons really got going, he had become
so popular that it was just not possible for him to hang out the way the
others did. In earlier days I’d had a chance to interact with him
through his fan club, but I’ll write another post about that.
Mark Leonard, the original Sarek, was an occasional guest. He seemed very laid-back and approachable. Soft-spoken. It was wonderful to see him laugh.
JImmy was the one cast member I spent considerable time with, though
only ever in the context of a Star Trek gathering. We first met at the
beginning of the 70s when I was on a committee trying to get Star Trek
back on the air, and were just very friendly after that. My oldest
child has very fond memories of him.
The last time I saw him
was perhaps a week after The Search for Spock had hit the theaters, in the summer
of ‘84. He and his wife Wende were in St. Louis for a convention, and a
small group of us went to dinner and then for drinks until some small
hour of the morning. He was extremely warm, exceedingly funny, a great raconteur, and
some of my fondest memories of those convention days are of drinking
with Jimmy (and usually Wende) and a small group of friends in the after
He always claimed that the character Scotty was 99% Jimmy and 1%
accent (or something along those lines). I can attest he had Scotty’s
love of a good drink, but he was both funnier and more irascible than
Scotty ever was, in my opinion.
everytime max smiled in the new episode! a total of seven times (and yes there is a cut scene between the last one and second to last one)
what i’d like to point out is that max pretty much NEVER smiles in any episode – and if he does, it’s only once AND/OR it’s because he’s laughing cruelly at someone (while i love him, he is a little bully). in this episode, though, the times he’s seen smiling is when he’s either talking to or indirectly (or directly, as seen with space kid) praising another camper.
this is after the parent’s day episode too – as confirmed by an offhanded comment max made by referencing it in this episode – so this really goes to show how much it really affected him (and it also confirms the camp is still open despite campbell being arrested)
anyways, i love this subtle character development – and max smiling