i think the girl sitting next to me is going to have a heart attack reading fanfiction

Pennywise headcannons (fluff)

I’ve been feeling a bit down recently so I figured I’d try and do some fluff ones this time as a way of cheering myself up. I did NSFW ones last time if you wanna check them out. Forgive me if these seem a bit flat. Emotionally the past few days haven’t been the best for me and I feel like that might come off as gloominess in my writing. •Given he’s at least a foot taller than your average human. He would always have to bend down to kiss you. •Sometimes you’d wake up to see a creepy little smiley face drawn into the frost on your window. Meaning he’d dropped by last night to check on you. Just his little way of reminding you he’s always watching out for you.

• On days where you feel nervous or anxious you’d notice a familiar looking off-white and red bird following you around.

•If you’d had a bad day you would head straight to the Neibolt house. You’d always want to be near him when you’re feeling depressed but not really wanting to talk a lot. Hearing you so quiet would worry him and he would always try to make you crack a smile or laugh.

•You’d explain different Halloween traditions to him excitedly because it’s the one day of the year you could go out as a couple in public.  And his first reaction is “So you’re telling me kiddies just walk right up to your door, looking for a scare. Well, thats fucking great. Easy feed right there.”  “Umm, I think you’re missing the point.”

•You’d get a very dramatic eye roll when you did show up on Halloween wearing your best attempt at his costume and makeup with a pile of red balloons.

•sassing him and him glaring at you when you do do that.

•“I can’t believe that stupid fucking kid called my house a crack house”. “Yeah, I know. Don’t worry tho, I like your crack house.”

•Both of you sitting on the porch of the Neibolt house when a storm is rolling in. Talking about whatever was on your mind. You’d have your legs splayed out underneath you and an arm outstretched into the rain, enjoying the familiar smell it brings.

•You’d tell him you don’t mind the sewers at all. Its the people up top that scare you more.

•Telling him you want to spend the whole summer with him.

•Carrying one of his little bells around as a good luck charm.

•Doing your best to copy his maniacal clown laugh.

•Because you keep tripping or walking into things down in the dark sewers, you decide to set up some candles down there so you can see better. Pennywise isn’t too impressed now that his liar os scented and has mood lighting.

•Because your starting to spend more and more time down in the Neibolt house with him you end up moving some go your belongings there. Books, cassette tapes, maybe a favorite pillow. You accidentally left your sketchbook there once, only for him to find a few drawings of him inside. You, of course, would be embarrassed. But he would find it endearing and make you beg him to give the book back while he held it above you, just out of your reach.

•He’d pick you up and spin you around at random moments.

•When you were younger you got beat up a lot, Derry isn’t a very open-minded place. You eventually gain the reputation of being the girl you do not fuck with. Even before you knew Pennywise had his eye on you, bad things always seemed to happen to the people who mess with you. It was only later you figured out it was him. Your his precious, little human and no one is allowed to hurt you.

•There was one time on your way home a bunch of girls from school got the jump on you. One of them grabs onto your long hair, yanking it to keep you from running away. The self-proclaimed leader of the group starts kneeing you in the gut, while the rest chant insults at you. You fall to the ground which causes the tension on your scale to only get worst. Out of instinct, you’d try your best to curl up and use your arms to cover your head in order to block some of the blows. Despite your best efforts most of them would still hit their mark. Pennywise would come crawling out of the sewer at lightning speed, fangs fully exposed, causing your attackers to scatter. He managed to grab the girl that was kicking you by her neck, lifting her and making the most inhuman snarling noise. His mouth hanging open, teeth fully splayed and drool flooding past his lips. You’d never seen him look so terrifying. After that, he’d take you straight back down to the sewers. He’d feel bad seeing you sniffling back tears and whipping the blood from your busted lip onto your sleeve. He tries to comfort you by telling you he’d pick them off slowly, one by one so they knew what was coming before hugging you tightly. He wouldn’t let you leave the sewers for the next due to him being overly worried about you.

•He’d really like holding your hand. He thinks its really cute that your hand is so much smaller than his and that he basically wrap your hand up in his.

•If you’re doing something like reading where you sitting still than he’d constantly be sitting you in his lap. Because he’s so much taller than you, he would be able to rest his head on top of yours and just look down at whatever it is you’re doing.

•The first time he saw you cry, he would feel a bit awkward and not really know what to do. Eventually, he gets the hang of it tho. He’d pick you up and pull you on his lap. Wrapping his long arms around your smaller frame, rocking you back and forth and nuzzling his face against the side of yours until you calmed down and started breathing normally again. Pennywise doesn’t have a real physical heart. He would be fascinated by the sound of your heart beating. Similar to how he can smell when someone near him is afraid, he might be able to pick up when someone around him has an erratic, panicked heartbeat ( maybe our adrenaline causes something in him to react ). But he’s never just heard the steady, rhythmic thumping of a regular heartbeat. That small little organ, the thing that he generally eats is the reason you’re his. He would probably try and get either his head or his hand near your chest when you’re asleep so he can feel or hear it beating

I’m Void, Baby - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 12,592

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Masturbation, Oral (male receiving), dirty talk, spanking, bits of drinking, sexy Void Dylan

Notes: I’m not allowed to say “Can you imagine” especially to @minhosmeanhoe​ because then we just talk about sexy things like this. You guys can thank her for giving me this idea and cranking through bits of the story for it.

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one for the stars - tom holland

title: one for the stars
pairing: tom holland x reader
summary: there’s always been some sexual tension between you and your teacher. but, maybe it was only on your part. or, maybe it wasn’t. (smut smut smut)
word count: 1914




there was…there was always something about your theater professor, mr. holland. you’d never really taken it into account until a month ago, he grew this fucking mustache and it sort of changed the entire way you look at him. he’d upgraded from a snack, to a three course feast, and most of your nights, and days, were spent thinking about him. it didn’t help that he seemingly flirted right back with you.


it was becoming a problem.


especially when it’s friday, senior ditch day, and you were headed into your last period class: theater. you were far too excited to see mr. holland and simultaneously excited to discuss the paper topics for of mice and men. half the class, as expected, was absent, leaving only you and a few stragglers. the front of the room was empty, suggesting mr. holland was running late, so you took your usual seat in the middle of the class and pulled out your notebook and a pencil, rifling through your bag in search for of mice and men.


you found it, thank god, just in time for mr holland to walk in. he was sporting a black sweater and black jeans, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows so you could see the veins in his forearms. why did your brain always take you to the most inappropriate places? especially at a time like this?


“hello class!” he accent was thick and his face was bright, a smile stretching his cheeks. he was, quite literally, going to be the death of you.
“hello, mr. holland.” you and your five classmates chorus back, and mr. holland, or tom, as you’d heard other teachers call him, held up his hand which contained a copy of the assigned novel. “you read this over the weekend, yeah?” he addressed everyone, and they half heartedly agreed.


“that wasn’t very convincing, students!”


[ … ]


after the class let out, and with a new sense of bravery, you walks up to mr. holland and lean back against his desk. “ah, y/n!” he beams, cleaning up his papers. “gotta say, your paper is the one in looking forward to most.”


you grin, bottom lip coming between your teeth on an attempt to suppress a smile, your eyes averting down to you shoes. “i picked a topic the day you assigned the novel.” you admit, because of mice and men had always been one of your favorites. “i picked charley’s wife and why she’s the real victim of the story. i wanna delve into the challenges she faced and her crushed dreams.” you nod, earning a soft laugh from tom. you look up to meet his eyes and he grins, tilting his head. you mirror his actions mockingly.


“mature for a high school senior.” he notes and you roll your eyes slightly, hugging your books closer to your chest. “im eighteen, mr. holland.” you point out, and his eyebrows shoot up momentarily before he adorns his same soft smile again. “i wasn’t aware.”


you pause and shift your legs, moving one to cross over the other. you notice tom’s eyes avert down to watch your movement before he looks back up at you. there’s a pause, a moment of silence before either of you speak again.


“i always knew you were my favorite student.” he hums, voice low and you can’t practically feel it rumbling your belly. who in the actually fuck have this man good looks and a killer personality?


you push yourself off the desk and reach up to his chest, letting your finger drag down slightly, you hear his breath catch in his throat before it pluck a piece of hair out of the fabric. you hold it up in front of him with a smile, dropping it onto the floor before turning on your heels and walking out of the class room.


if you added an extra swing to your hips, no one had to know.


[ … ]


it’s about three weeks later when your friend, sav, asks you to go out pub hopping with her.


the sexual tension, that maybe only you were feeling, with mr. holland was growing, swelling, and you knew eventually something had to give, right?
hopefully.


so, you get into your best leather pants and throw on a white crop top, nothing too wild, nothing too tame. just a little something. and if you wore one of your more nice bras and pairs of underwear, who had to know?


it’s about ten o'clock, and it’s been a successful night of drinking and dancing, sav has disappeared into the heated bodies at the current club you two were at, and you decided to stay by the bar and keep watch on your drinks.


your entertaining yourself with a cherry and two napkins when your eyes flicked up and spot a familiar face across the way.


it’s mr. holland, of course it is.


he hadn’t spotted you but before he can you access the girls and adjust your bra, pushing the hair off your shoulder. you grab your drink and take a long sip, averting your eyes, and when they flicker back over their catch the familiar brown.
tom smiles, nodding his head, you do the same before he’s looking back to he people at his table. you sigh softly, looking back to your drink.


what idiotic part of your brain had you thinking something might happen? what part of you made you think-


your brain loses its train of thought when you feel a warm hand on your shoulder, and you’re fully ready to go all uma thurman and kick ass, but when you look up you see mr. holland is attacked to the hand.


“hi,” you smile, and he removes his hand to sit down next to you. he’s wearing a white button up and blue jeans, and you nearly drool at the sight.


“hey,” he replied with a smile, sitting his drink down on the bar. “you know, i read your paper last night.” he says, and you feel her cheeks heat up slightly, unsure of whether this was a praise of a pity. “and it was- incredible. you never cease to amaze me.” he grins, and your hearts rabbits in your chest.


you feel brave, for whatever reason, and take a sip from your drink. “i guess that means i don’t have to seduce you for a better grade then?” as soon as you say it his eyes widen slightly, and he seems to look over you, one brow raised.


the left side of his lips raises into a slight smirk, and he tilts his head in that same way he always does. “maybe some extra credit?”


and, well, that’s how you ended up where you are now, with your back against the wall of a stall in the men’s room and mr. holland- or, tom- with is thigh between your legs and his lips attached to yours.


things escalated quite quickly, if you did say so yourself.


your lipstick has smeared slightly along his lips, and he presses his thigh up against your center, your lips parting with a breathy moan. you take the oppertinity to trail wet and messy kisses down his neck, latching your lips to his pulse point with a reverent suck.


“shit,” he bits down on you shoulder with a grunt, and the slight pain makes you grind down with a new vigor against his thigh.


“fuck,” you whisper, and he gently nips at your ear lobe before youre kissing again in a clash of tongue and lips. there’s nothing soft about it, it’s rough and fast and messy and it’s so, so fucking good.


in an instant he’s lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his hips, his hand under your ass to hold you up and the firm outline of his cock pressed against you, and he grinds forward, eliciting a moan from the both of you.


“more,” you suddenly pant into his mouth, biting on his bottom lip and giving it a tug. he nearly drops you from his withering, his hips stuttering forward. “i need more,” you say, more determined, more sure.


he drops you back to your feet in a rush to get out of his jeans and you take this as your opportunity to shed out of your pants and underwear.


this may not be the romantic sex you’d dreamed of with mr. holland, but it’s something, right?


as if he’d expected this he yanks a condom out of his back pocket and goes to take the wrapping off, but you stop him, taking it out of his hands and tearing it open with your teeth.


the second your hand makes contact with his length he groans out throatily, watching you intently as you pinch the tip of the rubber and roll it down. the second it’s secured he’s picking you back up and pressing you into the wall and, well, the man handling had you practically dripping with anticipation. no pun intended.


he pauses, it’d been mostly silent throughout your little…encounter, but he paused and it’s a split second, he meets your eyes. “is this alright?” he asks softly, and it makes your heart swell in your chest. you nod, far too eagerly, and grin. “more than.” you reply.


he takes this as enough and the heated kissing returns, his tongue gliding across yours as he teases your clit with his tip, your eyes rolling back as you moan into his mouth.


before you can complain he pushes up into you, completely, and the stretch is absolutely fucking wonderful.


he was bigger than you’d hoped, bless up.


he gives you a split second to adjust and then, slowly, and so, so good, he pulls almost completely out and slams back up into you.


your head falls forward, teeth sinking into his shoulder as he relentlessly pounds up into you, your body jolting slightly with the force of it.


you do your best to ride down against him but once he licks his thumb and brings it down to your clit, rubbing it in quick circles in time with his thrusts, you’re absolutely useless.


you can feel your legs start to shake around him as you quietly whine, dropping your head backing against the stall wall.


his thrusts slow down slightly, but his thumb continues its fasts movements, as he shifts slightly to catch your lips again.


the shifting angles him slightly different and it sends him directly into your soft spot, and within a matter of seconds your clenching down around him as you come hard, your eyes squeezing shut so tightly you see constellations.


tom follows only a few seconds later, his thumb moving off of you as his hips shutter and he spills into the condom with a shout of your name and a string of curses.


it’s an easy clean up as the two of you redress and get your bearings back, and he presses the softest kiss between your brows. “i guess i’ll see you in class monday?” he asks and you let out a soft snicker.


“don’t forget to grade my paper,”


“can i have your number?”


“is that legal?”


“you’re eighteen,”


“you’re my teacher,”


“so, no number?” he asks, letting a pout make its way onto his face.

you gave him your number.


(and if he wears a turtle neck to class the next day, no one had to know why.)

Auradon Prep : Tom Holland

Originally posted by smilexcaptainx

prompt : based Disney Descendants, you are a new student from the Isle Of The Lost, Y/N Hearts, the daughter of the Queen of Hearts. Tom, the son of Rapunzel and Flynn Rider, quickly becomes your best friend. You both have some sort of attraction for each other as soon as you met, but don’t put it into action because of your friendship.

words : 760

pairings : tom holland x reader

a/n : i’ve been obsessed with disney descendants recently, as well as my everlasting obsession for tom holland , so i made this . this might be a series ? we’ll see !


“Tom, Tom, come over here! I want you to meet someone!” Ben calls out.

You take a deep breath, rocking on your heels. You’ve always been very insecure about, well, everything about you, thanks to your mother, and meeting new people is not one of your strong suits. Haha, suits. 

A boy with brown curly hair flying everywhere is running towards Ben and me. I can’t deny, he is really cute. But he’s an Auradon boy, and I’m a girl from the Isle Of The Lost.

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 16 Devastated

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1250 Words

Chapter Summary: After Jensen sees you with Brad, the two of you have a confrontation in your make up trailer.

Story Summary:  You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost


“Jensen! I’m so glad you’re here. When you didn’t show up I was worried!” You exclaimed, rushing inside to hug him, but he sat down quickly in your make up chair, startling you. Standing there awkwardly for a moment, you went to work, getting his make up ready. “Hopefully your morning hasn’t been too hectic so far.” You babbled, needing to feel the empty void, to keep yourself occupied from thoughts of the weird cold shoulder and Brad’s arrival.

“It’s been weird.” He answered, as if he was choosing his words carefully. You turned to face him, fully noticing his clenched jaw, and narrowed eyes. Grabbing a chair, you pulled it over to him in the tight space, sitting down in front of him.To keep you occupied, you began applying his makeup, as you spoke.

“It has been weird. If I could start this day all over I would. But enough about my problems, let’s talk about yours. Spill. We have half an hour until we need to get you ready to head to set, and your make up is light today.” You told him, reaching out to grasp his hand, but he pulled it back, then made it seem as if it wasn’t on purpose. But it still hurt, especially after seeing Brad for the first time in a while.

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Hold me tight

Pairing: YoongixReader

Genre: Fluff

Sum: You and your best friend, Yoongi is invited to a beach house with friends. Expected to be snorkelling, swimming, grilling and bonfire. It sounded like a dream, escaping from the dorm to see the sea. If just, you were able to swim. It was one of your deepest secrets, that only Yoongi was told about. Given a deal, he helps you to swim without others knowing, but it takes sacrifices of being close.

Word count: 5.7k

AU: College


Within closed doors on a summer day, your bed squeezed in the small dorm room, Yoongi was placed lazily in front of the fan. His closed eyes and glistering forehead, with his black hair sticking to his milky skin. In his favourite pair of shorts and loose T-shirt, he was complaining about the weather like always.

“Why does it have to be this hot?? I can’t wait for Autumn” He groaned into your pillow, drying off his hot face.

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Overpowered pt 3!

A/N: Thank you soo much for all the love part 2 got! I did not expect how many notes it got. You guys are awesome. I hope you enjoy this next part. This part also has different pov again.

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of death and i don’t think there is anything else but let me know if you think there is and I’ll edit.

Y/n pov

“What’s going on y/n?” Steve asked stopping me from stepping closer to the generator. I sighed.

“I’m going to ask you for a big favor.”

“What is it?”

“Try and keep me alive.” I told him softly.

“What do you mean?”

“I  mean I have been going non-stop for a month. Steve I’m going to crash any second. I’m holding out till we get back so Tony can get Peter to the medical bay. I’m going o blow this base up and take everyone back to the tower. I’m more than likely going to go into shock after I do. And if I don’t survive…”

“Y/n… that is not going to happen.” 

“Steve if I don’t survive you can’t let them shut down.” I told him.

“You’re going to survive.” Steve told me looking worried.

“Steve I’m serious. You can’t let them. And if I do make sure you tell everyone that I love them. Especially Peter.”

“And I’m serious too. You’re not going to die and you can tell them yourself once we get back.” He stepped forward hugging me. “Promise.” I felt a tear escape. I quickly wiped it away. I know he was only trying to ease my fear, because in reality he didn’t know. 

“You ready?” I asked him.

“I feel like that is more of a question I should be asking you.”

“Course I’m ready.” I said walking over to the generator. 

Inhale.

Exhale.

Come on y/n you can do this. 

I put my hands on the generator and felt the energy course through my body. I felt awake. The light inside the reactor was slowly disappearing and the arc reactor was cracking where my hands were.

My knees started to shake.

“Y/n we got company.”

“What do you think you’re going to do? You’ll die before you can handle that much energy.” The Hydra agent that had been the shithead had entered.

“Careful Steve he has super abilities.” I said then focused my attention back to the reactor.

“SHE’S GOING TO DIE AND WHAT A GLORIOUS MOMENT THAT WILL BE!” The Hydra agent shouted. My legs were like earthquakes at this point.

“Y/n!”

“I’m good just keep him away!!!” I said as I slowly sank to my knees. There was a burn coursing through my body. I felt like I was being torn apart.

“Y/n let go of it!” Steve said yelling at me. I heard a crash. I couldn’t let go of it. It was almost gone.

“Y/N!!!!” Just a little longer. The burning kept me awake. Gone. I felt like I have drank 32 espressos.

“ Steve get the others in a group outside a good ways away from the base.” I yelled at him standing up. 

“You got this?”

“I got this.” I told him as he ran out of the building.

“Well well… looks like I was right. Your powers have very strong potential.” The Hydra agent told me catching on fire. “ So how long will it be before the energy tears you apart?” 

I didn’t answer, but instead blasted him against the wall. I walked over to him.

“ You will die here. You will never see the light of day again.”

“Is that so?” He asked swinging at me. I moved and wrapped my hand around his throat. 

“ Have I ever lied to you?” I asked and started to let the energy pulse out around me in a shield. I grinned.

Inhale.

Exhale.

The energy I was releasing was getting stronger. Come on do it. Do it. My body felt on fire. 

I woke up and was in ashes and everything hurt.

“Steve… where you guys at?” I asked over the radio in my suit.

“We’re at what is now the edge of the forest.”

I sat on my knees and looked up to see how big the explosion was. Everything had been burned to the ground and further. I shadow jumped to them.

“Everyone huddle around me or grab my arm or something.” I said and we huddled in a mass. My head was pounding. “Hold on tight.”

Steve pov.

We skidded to a stop in the main room in the tower. I got up as quickly as possible. I saw Tony yank Peter up and I moved to get to y/n and lifted her up.

“Mr.Stark I don’t feel good.” Peter said holding his stomach and stumbling over his own feet as Tony dragged him. 

“Is she awake?” Tony asked me as we ran to the medical bay.

“No.” I said looking down at her body as color drained from her face.

““Friday set up two medical beds and get some applesauce.” Tony shouted as we ran into the medical bay and set both of them down. “FRIDAY APPLESAUCE AND IVS!”

“Patient going into cardiac arrest.” the robotic medic said going to the other side of her bed hooking up the heart monitor. Her heart rate was slowing down until it hit a stop. The medic got the defibrillator out and started rubbing them together “Clear” and electrocuted her heart. Nothing. I risked looking behind me and Tony were sitting there looking like kicked puppies. The medic rubbed the defibrillator together again “Clear” and shocked her heart again. The hear monitor still had the haunting deadline. 

“Shall I do a third?” The medic asked.

“Yes.” I said fear started to pulse through my body. I promised her. Third shock. Deadline. No no no no no no no.

“Move.” I told the medic. I started to perform CPR on her myself. I started pushing on her rib cage to get her to breathe again and I kept doing CPR for a few minutes. 

“STOP IT!!! STOP!!!”  I heard Peter yell. I didn’t listen.

“Steve…” Tony said softly. The heart monitor was a deadline…… then had one beat…. then two. I kept going until her heart rate was steady and she was breathing again. It was a shallow breathing, but it was still breathing. 

“Patient is alive. Diagnosed with hypothermia. Treatment is bed rest and lots of fluids. Must stay hooked up to iv and put on a breather.” the medic told us and put a breathing mask over her face.

I let out a sigh. She was going to be ok. I looked back at Tony and Peter. Peter had tears streaming down his face and Tony looked close to tears as well. Peter tried to get up and Tony pushed him back to the bed. “ No you need to stay in bed. You need to get stable.”

“Cap…. can you push her bed over?” Peter asked. I slid her bed and iv right next to Peter’s as Tony moved out of the way. Tears were falling from everyone now and Peter reached over and brushed back y/n’s hair.  “ She’s going to be ok?” He asked.

“ Yea you and her both kid.” Tony wiped his tears away.

“What’s going on? Is everything ok?” Clint asked running in.

“Yea they’re both ok.” I said and everyone else came in.

“Is Lady Y/n awake?” Thor asked.

“No she is probably going to be out for awhile.” I told them.

“I have her favorite blanket. It’s electric.” Thor said and put it over her and turned it on. “To keep her warm. She gave me one and it is blue with thunderbolts. It’s very nice.” He walked back to the group.

Bruce walked forward and placed a book on the stand next the bed. “For when she wakes up.” He went back to the group.

Bucky had grabbed one of her plants from outside and put it alongside he book without saying a word.

“Guys we should probably leave them alone so they can rest.” I said before anyone else could step forward.

Y/n pov

I woke up with a breather on my face and an iv in my arm. I rubbed my eyes. 

“Good afternoon y/n. Its good to see you awake.” I turned and saw Vision sitting in a chair. I pulled my breather off and felt just how dry my throat was when I talked. “Hey Vision. Is everyone ok? Where is Peter?”

“Everyone is ok. Peter is in the theater with everyone else. They suggested it would be a good distraction from your absence.Shell I tell them you are awake?”

“No its ok Vision. How long was I out?”

“ About a week.” I sat up and a medic walked up o me with food and I took it graciously.

“How have you been Vision?”

“ I have been doing well, but have missed he presence of my teammate.” I finished the small fruit I was given and swung my feet off the bed and wobbled as i tried to stand up. “May I be of some assistance?” Vision offered me his arm and I took it.

“We are going to the bathroom by the way Vision. I need a shower. My suit and I are rank.” 

“I shall be outside if you need assistance.” Vision said.

“Vision I have some books you can read while you wait. I think you’d like the one that I saw on my table.”

“Excellent idea.” Vision said as I closed the door and stripped down walking into the shower. I felt my muscles relax and after an hour of scrubbing the dirt off and getting clean I stepped out of the shower.

“ Friday can you give me my yellow sweats and my nasa tee and put my suit in the wash too please?” The towel bin popped open with my clothes and took away my suit. “Thank you Friday!”

“You’re welcome.”

I got dressed and was able to walk a bit easier and breathe a bit better. My body was slowly starting to heal itself. I found Vision outside the door sitting and he was already half way though the book.

“This is a wonderful book y/n.”

“I’m glad you think so.” I smiled at him. I heard thumping and was attacked by Wanda. Her arms wrapped tightly around me and I hugged her just as tight back.

“I missed you.” She whispered.

“ I missed you too.” I said hugging her even tighter. “Thank you soo much.”

“For what? You’re the one that kept us alive.”

“You showed them how to find us.”

“You were already out by the time we got there.”

“But I had to tell Steve and Tony what to do so we wouldn’t die.”

She released me from the hug but we still held arms.

“I’m so happy your alive.”

“I am too.” I grinned and hugged her again. “I’m going to get something to drink.” I walked to the kitchen. I grabbed a drink from the fridge and jumped when I heard a booming voice behind me.

“LADY Y/N YOU’RE AWAKE!” Thor said and lifted me into a bear hug. 

“I missed you too Thor!” I mumbled into his chest.

“How are you?” He asked setting me down and I giggled “I’m doing good Thor. What should I make for din..”

“Y/N!!!” Clint yelled and tackled me.

“Hey Clint” 

“Clint get off the poor girl she probably just woke up.” Nat said standing over us.

“BUT SHE NEEDS CLINT HUGS!!!!” Clint yelled slowly getting off of me and helped me up. Nat quickly hugged me and started waddling off with me.

“SHE’S MINE NOW BARTON!!!” Nat said as she waddled with me through the kitchen. Clint ran after us and hugged me from the other side.

“GUyyyyyyyyyys!”

“Shut up We aren’t letting you go.”Nat said hugging me tighter.

“No hug me more. I was going to ask what you guys wanted for dinner. I’m cooking tonight.”

“ Pancakes!!!” Thor said butting in.

“Pancakes sound good.” Nat said her voice wavered.

“Nat are you crying?” She sniffled.

“No shut up.”

“I am.” Clint said.

“Awww you guyssss. I love you so much. “

“YO! What’s going …. she’s awake.” Sam said walking over to us. Nat and Clint released heir grip on me and I just stood in from of Sam. “Hug or cool handshake?” Sam asked.

“Cool handshake.” I told him and we performed out big handshake routine that put us in a fit of giggles. A the end I ended up hugging him anyway.

“Nice to have you back. Might wanna go check up on your boyfriend and let him know you’re awake.” Sam said pulling back.

“Mkay and we’re having pancakes tonight.” I said walking away from them and towards the movie room. Before I could reach for the door knob the door swung open and Steve walked out. I tackled him.

“Y/n!” Steve wrapped his arms around me.

“Thank you thank you thank you. I don’t know how you did it, but you did.” I told him.

“You knew I wouldn’t break my promise.” He said sitting up.

“Is Peter in there?”

“Yea. Tony is in there too.”

“Mkay I’ll see you in a bit. Also we are having pancakes for dinner. My treat.” I said getting off of him and headed into the movie room. I looked over at the seats and Peter was passed out. I didn’t see Tony anywhere until he walked in from the corner with a blanket. He saw me and stopped in front of me. He didn’t say anything.

“Tony I…”

“Are you ok?” 

“Yea I…. ow hey!” He lightly punched my arm.

“That’s for scaring the shit out of me and not telling me the whole truth of what was going on.”

“I needed you to take care of Peter. You didn’t need anything else to worry about at that moment.” he hugged me.

“ He’s asleep. I’ll let you wake him up.” Tony said pressing a kiss to my forehead. He walked away leaving me in confusion at the affection he just showed.

I walked over to Peter who was passed out in the movie chair and smiled at his messy curly hair all in his face. I leaned down and brushed back his hair. My Peter. He quickly woke up making me fall on my ass. He bent down and hugged me.

“I love you.” I told him.

“I love you too.” He pulled me into his lap. I planted kisses all over his face and ran my fingers through his hair. “Do the others know your awake?”

“You’re the last to find out. They all ran into me before I got here.” I said kissing him more. I pulled away for breath again. I smiled against his lips.

 “We’re also having pancakes for dinner.” 


Thank you for reading this far lovelies! So I can leave the story like this because I think it ended on a pretty good note, but if you guys want a part 4 leave a comment or dm me. I am also taking requests for many fandoms and/or celebrities so don’t be shy I will be happy to do it =).

Feelings are Fatal (Lucifer Morningstar)

Originally posted by morningstr

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar/Fem!Reader
Words: 1,110
Warning(s): None~
A/N: I was listening to that song while reading this request and this all came to me at once. I hope you’ll enjoy ♥ I think it turned out pretty well.
Request:  I don’t know why, but now my “most desire” is Lucifer x Reader. I just found out about this show and already scrolled all tumblr for fanfiction, and I just fell in love with Luci. Help me!!! This rq is a little bit self-indulged lol. Lucifer and Fem!Reader, who is very shy, kind and a real bookworm, but slightly anxious. Almost his opposite. Just, I don’t know, whatever you want to write, I’ll be happy with anything (though I know that it’s easier with plot sorry). THANK YOU ALREADY, K
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One of Those Days

It was one of those days where you just felt down about yourself, comparing yourself to other people. Luckily, Guanlin’s able to cheer you up.

  • pre-established relationship
  • ft. blackpink cameos 
  • warning for body image-concerned reader

You giggled as you clapped your hands, enjoying the music that was playing for the assembly. From his position on stage, you could have sworn that you saw your boyfriend, Lai Guanlin, wink at you before the seven boys onstage started dancing to Heart Attack by AOA.

Every couple of months, your high school had a school-wide assembly, and each class had to prepare a performance or dance. Guanlin’s class, in good sport (and at the urging of Eunki) decided to do a cover of Heart Attack. Somehow, Guanlin, with his lanky arms and slightly out-of-touch dancing style, was roped into the whole thing, much to your amusement.

You couldn’t stop laughing as Takeda Kenta, a transfer student from Japan, started off the song, shaking his hips enthusiastically. In the back row, Guanlin followed suit, albeit a bit less vigorously.

The whole performance was funny, and you made sure to film it on your phone. Once it was over, the whole auditorium exploded in applause for the comedic performance.

The next group up was from another homeroom in your year. This time, it was all girls, all of whom you’d heard of.

“Wow, talk about visuals,” your friend who was sitting next to, Chungha, commented. You nodded, taking in their full appearance. Lisa, Jennie, Rose and Jisoo were all incredibly pretty, with perfect proportions and numerous talents. It was impossible to not compare yourself to them.

As they started their performance, a fairly sexy hip-hop dance that had everyone cheering, you felt your cheery mood from earlier. It was impossible to not compare yourself to them, and you found yourself thinking about all the ways that the girls onstage were prettier, sexier and more talented than you.

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Take It All Back

Part Six

Summary: As the couple overcomes their problem, big news comes for Journey and Jensen. 
Pairing: Jensen x OFC (Journey)
Word Count: 1640
Warnings: Implied sexy times, pregnancy. 

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Dear Dany,

Can I call you that? I know it’s informal, but I feel I’ve earned the right. Especially because you haven’t really been Daenerys Targaryen to me since 2014, when I first saw your name and I didn’t know how to pronounce it. Back then you were ‘that one girl from Game of Thrones with the dragons’. Ha. Like I had any idea what was coming next.

I just wanted to say thank you today, before the clock shifts and it’s July 13th. Because I wouldn’t be the person that I am today without you. And I know it’s silly but it’s true. And believe me, I’ve tried to find others who are more influential-people who are actually real, whom I can actually talk to instead of just inside my head. But the fact is that I can’t because to me you aren’t just a queen. You’re a teenager. In a way, we’re kind of growing up together, because I met you when I was thirteen and you were too. And you’re a friend. You’re one of the best friends I have.

I put up with a lot of shit from people. A lot of jokes about being a crazy fangirl, because that’s how a lot of people see me. I make movie calendars, I have 2 poster collages in my bedroom (8 of you specifically; it’s not weird, I promise), and I wear a Slytherin locket pretty much everywhere I go. I just finished revamping it yesterday; now there’s a picture of you on one side and a picture of Jon on the other. But it’s more than that. Thinking on it now, I’ve been throwing myself into fictional worlds headfirst ever since middle school, in an attempt to deal with the normal frustrations of being a teenager: school, friendships, mood swings, and both generalized and social anxiety.

I’ve written almost 90 pieces of writing by now-from 2,000 to 200,000 words, both one shots and original novels. If I really set my mind to it, I can write 80,000 words in a month, regardless of school. I discovered writing in sixth grade and I never stopped, even as I started growing apart from my small group of friends. I didn’t realize I was anxious back then; I thought I was just shy. Writing 10k words in a day is easy. Working on a group project is much harder. Some people took drugs when life got to overwhelming; I grabbed a pen and a notebook.

So then imagine my surprise when out of nowhere I get addicted to Game of Thrones in the summer before eighth grade, though I can’t watch it or read it. And not to the show in general either-nope, there’s this one character who I relate to on so many levels. We don’t have a lot in common, but (at least in the books) we’re both thirteen and frightened-although your fears are a lot more pressing than mine. And even though your circumstances were far greater than mine, you managed to overcome them.

And I don’t buy that it was easy for you after that, because bravery isn’t something that you show once and then forget about-especially when you’re a teenager. Being a teenager is full of self doubt and letdowns and loneliness-and that only increases ten fold when you have to conquer the world. When I got to read the books the next year, before high school, it felt like I’d known you forever-because we weren’t so different really. It seemed like we could be friends, if we knew each other in real life.

And you encouraged me to be brave.

I don’t have anything to complain about. I’m white, well off, and living in a great country. I have every opportunity available to me. I don’t have a right to have anxiety or even complain about my problems when there are so many others who have it so much worse. But hey, if my fictional best friend could walk through a fire and come out with three dragons then why couldn’t I organize and star in my eighth grade play? Why couldn’t I start conversations with new people, even if I could feel my heart beating in my chest? Why couldn’t I confront the truth of my anxiety?

And later, I would start questioning whether the life I was living was the life I deserved. What if I wasn’t happy with a life of constant writing-but also constant isolation? Could there be more to me than writing? We’re also alike in that we don’t have all that many close friends. Then, last year, I started trying to fight my anxiety tooth and nail. But it’s hard when everyone at school already knows each other.

You were there for me, in not only the books and show but also the inspiration I drew from you in those troubling situations. I knew you understood that it’s hard to always be brave, especially when your brain is telling you not to be. It sucks being lonely-not hanging out with friends for two months outside of school, not having anyone to sit with at lunch, staring at your phone and willing it to ring, doing everything by yourself, getting frustrated every time you watch a show about high school because you’ve never dated and you’ve never been to a party and it’s not as easy as just reaching out to someone. It sucks to be the one who has to pull yourself together every night, talk yourself down from panic attacks, and be the one who has to convince yourself you’re not an utter failure for not being able to 'move on’ faster (even though not everyone understands that a mental illness isn’t something you necessarily move on from right away).

When people ask me who my favorite character is, I can never be unbiased. There’s never been another option or another choice. There is no other ruler for the Iron Throne. I am Daenerys Targaryen (and by extension) Jonerys trash and I can’t help it because I have learned so much from you. I can’t help that I’m so young and I just hopped on the bandwagon within the last few years. I can’t help that I’m in the mood to write lots and lots of fanfiction. I can’t help what helped me in times during the past couple of years when I felt truly alone.

Season 7 will be here soon and I won’t have a party to celebrate. I’ll have to go back to parents who don’t really understand why I don’t like ordering a pizza over the phone. My dad’s a casual fan; he’ll watch it with me but we won’t do anything special for the occasion. My brother will tell me to shut up about it and I’ll spend all day Sunday unable to focus on everything-and probably cry a lot during the finale because I’ll finally get to see you again and reminisce about how much you have helped me find out who I am and who I want to be.

You’ve taught me about courage, kindness, and justice. You’ve become my muse, but more than that you’re my friend-and I write fanfiction for you as a labor of love and thanks because I’m only sixteen. I just got a job so I don’t have that much money, so I do what I’ve always done-I write my heart out. And I try not to worry too much if all I want to do is write about you and your family because I have the rest of my life to write original stories too.

So thank you for the bravery you have given me and the friends I have made through you-I can think of at least three of my close friends who I met because they watch Game of Thrones and I felt comfortable really easily talking about it. Thank you for the support and inspiration I found in you, especially when I felt that I had very few others.

On Sunday I’ll be watching season 7 and thinking about how we’ve both grown. And today I’m also reminded that I have learned so very much from you. So thank you, so much.

Sincerely, me

Note: Sorry I can’t make this shorter, I’m not on the desktop version of tumblr.
Also, I’m sorry. I’ll shut up now, I promise. Today’s just been kind of a weird day. Like, it’s been good. But also weird. And I’m thinking too much.

The Lonely Tree (Part 12)

Word Count: 989

Summary: (Morning after Part 11) Natasha and Bucky take matters into their own hands.

Warnings: Language, sleepy puppy Steve

A/N: This is a bit of a mess, but I tried

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Originally posted by chelsri

You actually woke up before your alarm this time, and at first you weren’t sure what exactly had caused it. Even though you knew you had work to do before class, you allowed yourself a moment to revel in the warmth and comfort of your present situation. You were on your back, head resting on one of Steve’s arms while his other was wrapped tightly around your waist. A deep breath did very little to prepare you for the close proximity when you finally opened your eyes and turned to look at him.

You smiled fondly at the serenity of his expression, thumbing gently at his slightly parted lips and poking the tip of his nose. You giggled softly when his face scrunched slightly in response and ran a hand through his sleep-ruffled blonde hair soothingly.

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Il Me L’a Dit, L’a Juré Pour La Vie - Part Three

Summary:

Marinette didn’t think inviting Chat Noir in for milk would lead to this.

The heroes were 20 years old, in university, and it was now time to trust each other better than they ever did.

Part [1] [2] [Here] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13]

Rating: Teen/ Mature.

Angst and fluff, and all that good stuff.

Author’s Note: “Il me l’a dit, l’a juré pour la vie” is a lyric from La Vie en Rose by Edith Piaf, for anyone who doesn’t know. :) It means “He told me and promised me for life.” 

Anyway, here’s part 3! I’m sorry, this one is a little shorter, but it’s okay. Lots of feels. 

I’m swamped with school papers right now, but I already have part 4 ready to go and I’m working on 5! Enjoy ~


Il Me L’a Dit, L’a Juré Pour La Vie - Part Three

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“You don’t need to tell Ladybug anything because…” and she gestured to herself.

Adrien was awestruck, his mind swirling just as Marinette’s had. “Marinette… you’re…”

His jaw still wide opened, he glanced over at a smirking Plagg.

Marinette covered her face, feeling unbelievably overwhelmed with all the adrenaline that was pumping through her, “Oh my God… What a night.”

Adrien swallowed, and nodded slowly. He reached over and felt the fabric at her hips, and proceeded to circle around her, as if to confirm this had really happened even though he had witnessed the flash of pink light that transformed Marinette.

“C-Chat?” Marinette said after the third time he had circled around her.

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Stressed-Bughead Fic-Part 2

Jughead is worried about Betty. She has been driving herself crazy trying to figure out what happened to Jason Blossom and Jughead is afraid that she is spreading herself too thin, not sleeping, and stressing herself out.
He is determined to do what he can to force Betty to get some well needed sleep.

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“She’s here” Archie called out to Jughead, who was sitting in the kitchen. Jughead grabbed his bag and met his friend at the door. His heart dropped when he took a good look at Betty. She had dark circles under her eyes and a fake smile plastered on her face.

“Betts…” He started but Betty interrupted him.

“Ready to go?” She grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door. Archie fell into step next to him and they boys exchanged a worried look.

“Betty, did I dream it, or was your light on at 4am when I got up to go the bathroom?” Archie asked. Jughead looked at Betty in shock.

“What?” He demanded

“It’s no big deal. Polly had a nightmare and panic attack and came over last night. I comforted her and we talked for a while, then I took her back to the Lodge’s. I didn’t have a choice” Betty directed the last sentence at Jughead. Giving him a look that begged for him to understand and not fight her on it.

“She’s lucky to have you” Jughead said, deciding not to push the subject, at least not at the moment. But he was going to force her to take a nap in the lounge during lunch.


Jughead watched Betty nervously for the first half of the day. He hated the distant look in her eyes and the way she seemed to be not focusing on anything that was happening around her. So as soon as they got out of science he took her hand and practically dragged her to the student lounge.

“Juggie, what are we doing here?” Betty asked confused. Jughead pulled both of them down onto the couch.

“You are going to sleep because you are dead on your feet.” Jughead said bluntly.

“But…”

“Nope, no arguing. I will wake you up when the period is over.” Jughead interrupted her.

“Okay” Betty nodded and lay down with her head in Jughead’s lap. His hand immediately moved to run across her smooth hair. Betty closed her eyes with a sigh and sank further against him.

They hadn’t been there five minutes when the door banged open and Veronica Lodge stormed in. Betty’s eyes flew open and she sat up immediately, looking at her friend in concern.

“Betty Cooper, I can’t believe you.”

“What happened Ronnie?” Betty said rubbing her eyes.

“My mom just found out from Polly that she visited you last night and that you walked her home.” Veronica said with her hands on her hips.
“Yes, she had a nightmare” Betty clearly was confused as to why Veronica was being so hostile

“Betty, I’m not mad that Polly came to you or that you walked her home. I am mad that you walked back alone and didn’t tell me or my mother.” Veronica’s expression softened and she came to sit in the chair next to them.

“It was like 6am, I didn’t want to wake you” Betty said.

“Betty, next time I don’t care what time it is. You wake me up. It is too dangerous out there for you to be wandering alone.” Veronica said, starting to work herself up again.

“Veronica” Jughead finally cut it before she could go off on another rant. “I agree with you, but how about you lay off okay. Can’t you see she’s exhausted.” Jughead gestured to Betty and Veronica looked at her intently. She deflated when she really looked at her friend.

“I’m sorry B”

“It’s okay, really.” Betty looked from Veronica to Jughead. “I promise I’ll be safer next time.”

“You better” The three looked up to see Cheryl standing there, eyes shooting daggers at Betty. “So we are just letting Polly wander around whenever she wants?” Cheryl asked. Betty sighed and leaned her shoulder against Jughead. He put his arm around her for support.

“Cheryl, it’s not Betty’s fault” Veronica defended her.

“Well, not just her fault anyways.” Cheryl’s gaze shifted to Veronica. “You and your mother let a possibly mentally ill girl who is carrying my brother’s baby leave your apartment in the middle of the night when there is a killer on the loose. And you,” Cheryl looked back at Betty, “so you walked her home, you really think either of you two is a match for someone with a gun who could get the jump on Jason?”

“Cheryl” Betty stood up and put her hand on Cheryl’s arm, “I know you are scared. I will talk to Polly and let her know that she can’t do something like that again. She had a panic attack and didn’t know where else to go. It’s not Veronica or her mom’s fault. Polly has always been good at sneaking out. And I had to take her back to the Lodge’s, I couldn’t let our parents find her at our house. They would never let her leave again.”

“Okay” Cheryl said with a sigh, appearing to calm down. Jughead marveled at the effect that Betty had on people. Even when she was drained both mentally and physically, she still managed to be able to comfort those around her. “Just make sure Polly knows that she can’t do something like that again.”

“I’ll go talk to her after school” Betty said with a nod. Jughead wanted to protest, wanting Betty to go straight to bed, but he knew there was no point. Betty would always put other’s first.

“I’ll come with you” Jughead said instead of arguing.

“Thanks Juggie” She turned back to give him a smile. The bell rang and Jughead sighed in frustration. He stood up and walked over to Betty, putting his arm around her.

“We will go talk to your sister, and then I am taking you home and forcing you to sleep.”

“No argument here” Betty leaned against him heavily, like she was having trouble keeping herself up. Jughead had to push down the desire to pick her up and carry her all the way home right then and there.


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Rich Youth | Chapter 3

chapters: 1 | 2 | 34 | 5 | 6

featuring: reader + most of NCT will make an appearance at one point

warnings: language

word count: 2.7K

Taeyong placed another chaste kiss on my lips as we walked hand-in-hand down the beach. It was getting late but the summer sun was refusing to set. The beach was only a 15 minute drive from the country club but I knew we had to leave soon in order to make it back in time for yet another networking dinner disguised as a family event.

“Walking on the beach. Who would have thought Lee Taeyong was so cliché?” I giggled. Taeyong smirked at me.

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Exo reacting to you accidentally teasing them - Exo K version

Oookay, so I was really busy today and didn’t really have the time to do all of them-therefore, I’ll divide this into K&M again. I’ll try to upload the m part tomorrow. 


Suho: Well. It’s all an accident, really. probably the most embarrassing one in your whole life. Because it was just a joke. A weird text message that was intended for your best friend.  Something along the lines of: ‘so I just walked past the bathroom mirror, and I am wearing that new choker I recently got and my favorite green bra. Anyways, I look awesome in green and to be honest. 10/10. I’d tap that.’ You chuckle to yourself as you continue getting ready, when your phone buzzes with a text message from- Suho?! A guy whom you hardly know, whom you have been harboring a crush on for quite some time now.  When you realize you send the message to him you feel your face grow hot with embarrassment.  And he just wrote: ‘Same.’ Just when you contemplate whether you should emigrate to the north pole or die of embarrassment right now he sends another message: ‘But I guess I should invite you to dinner first. Are you free tonight?’

Originally posted by kingjunmyeonn


Kai: You two have been friends for quite some time now. And he loves hanging out with you. But  things have become more stressful recently. Because your newest choice of home-and-chill outfit is an oversized sweater. Without jeans or anything like that. The first time you opened the door for him he couldn’t suppress the little ‘oh my god’ falling from his lips, and to be quite honest he still isn’t used to it. So when you settle down on the couch next to him and casually throw your legs over his lap he startles and gives you a very hard to read look. ‘What? I’m cold’ you tell him with a grin and he grumbles ‘well how about you put on some pants or something?’  You don’t mind his words, but the way he says them kind of hurts, so you quickly sit back up and scoop away, when he suddenly grabs your arm. ‘sorry.. i didn’t mean to…I just’ he stumbles over his own words before he suddenly blurts out: ‘you just look really hot like this, okay?’ And he knows he is being weird and he shouldn’t think of you that way…but in his defense you are making it really hard not to.

Originally posted by kaiternity

Chanyeol: Poor Chanyeol is incredibly embarrassed with himself. Because this is so cliche, and he really shouldn’t get turned on by the way  you eat. Especially since you are in public. It’s kind of a torture, but he can’t help but stare, and eventually Baekhyun just tells you that you maybe should stop doing that before Chanyeol has a heart attack. You feel your cheeks go bright red while Chanyeol tries to defend himself because no, he didn’t stare! He looks even more mortified than you feel right now, even though it’s hard to tell since he doesn’t even glance at you and swiftly turns to hit Baekhyun. His friend is pretty unaffected and suggest if he wants to hit on anything it should be you and while he is still laughing at his own joke you kind of murmur ‘I’d be okay with that’ and fuck, Chanyeol actually heard that, and for a second you are just staring at each other before you both start to laugh in embarrassment, and from then on it’s quite easy, really.

Originally posted by parkchny

Baekhyun: He isn’t really the shy type around girls. So when you meet at a little pool party of a common friend and you start chatting with him he can’t help but let his eyes wander down your body. When you ask him if he is even listening to you he chuckles before suggesting you should maybe get some clothes besides your bikini if you expect him to listen. But with that mischievous look in his eyes you can’t help but ask if he has other ideas besides that. Turns out, he has. ;)

Originally posted by baeksbyul

(also whoa THIS gif I think I died a little??)

Sehun: Since this poor kiddo is basically doomed to starve whenever he is at home alone, because he has literally 0 cooking skills he sometimes calls you and begs you to come over to cook for him. What he didn’t expect is what you do this time: Because as he leans on the counter to watch you (or wait to get one of the things you are too tiny to reach) you put on some latin-american songs and start to dance along. Sehun is pretty sure his jaw actually drops as he watches the way you move your hips , but it’s your facial expression that gives him the final blow. You just look so happy and relaxed and the way that little smile curls your lips… Well, before he even realizes what he is doing he grips your hips and leans down to kiss you.

Originally posted by kaisoh

D.O.: He doesn’t even know why he agreed on going shopping with you. Okay, he does. He hates crowds and shopping and people- but he really doesn’t hate you- a thought that comes to his mind every time you step out of the changing room to show him another article of clothing- and wow. That dress looks good. Like, really good. He awkwardly clears his throat when he realizes you have asked him something and you ask him if he’s okay because he looks really confused and out of it right now.  He stares at the floor and tells you that he’s just tired and you start to apologize for dragging him around the whole day and hug him to say sorry. You promise him you’ll make up for it and you can feel his body grow stiff before he murmurs he’ll be happy if he just gets to see you in that dress again, and you feel your heart jump in your chest as your fingers tighten around his arms, and suddenly his lips are on your and you are making out in one of the changing room with one of your best friends. and you really didn’t see this coming.

Originally posted by daenso

Alright, I don#t really like this, buuut I said I’d post something, so here you go. (I’ll promise I’ll come up with something better this weekend!!) Anyways, here you can request scenarios/reactions. Or just send me a message, so we can cry over exo’s perfection together.  here you find my masterlist+ here is the mobile version. 

Also, stay tuned for the Exo- M version tomorrow!

xoxo, Elly

Weeaboo Only Wants HER Way: A Part Two, of Sorts.

I submitted a story to this blog a while back titled something along the lines of “The Weeaboo That Only Wants HER Way”. In the tale, I repeatedly mentioned that I would soon be attending a local convention with the weeaboo girl and her (much more sensible and polite) friend. Well, shorty after I posted the story, the convention came and went, and of course we were in attendance. So you can call this submission a sort of “part two” or “sequel” to the tale.

I’ve changed all names of people that appear as well as the name of the convention. I kept most of the panel names the same. I’d like to remain anonymous, please.

The weeaboo girl in this story is known under the name Amy, and I call her friend Catherine. Amy’s younger brother, who is ten years old and was not mentioned in the first part, will be known as Richard- or Richie, for short. If my name comes up at all, I’ll call myself Bianca. I’ll make up any more names that come up as I go.

TW for brief mention of rape.

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Because You’re Perfect

(Another one of my old ones XsparkleXfarkleyx aka Jess)

Rated t: riarkle

Because You’re perfect.

A few weeks had past since the ski lodge, and Cory wasn’t wrong about nature things had gone a whole different then any of them ever would of thought.


Smackle , and Farkle broke up mutually when they realized that when it came to their minds, or scientifically they were compatible. It just wasn’t enough , and they both decided to separate to seek out what was missing. Annoyingly though Smackle kept telling Farkle to just keep looking in front of him randomly scaring the crap out of him a few times.


Riley got her dream come true when Lucas told her had chosen her after Maya sent him, but she turned him down noticing that things had changed . All she could see when imagining her Future was Farkle in Lucas’s place , and instead of it scaring her it felt like it was always suppose to be that way. Though Riley would have to keep it locked down since she would never hurt Smackle.


Maya got to have her moment with Josh, but the Riley came in with Lucas in tow. After all this time Riley had remembered she never asked Maya what she wanted. After pressing Maya for what felt like hours she admitted she only sent Lucas away not wanting to ever hurt Riley. Then Lucas admitted he still really liked Maya, and now that’s all history.


Farkle found out all of this last which upset him more then he let on of course. Even worse he heard it from Yogi all of this had gone down with his best friends, and He was once again left behind to not be apart of the story. Farkle not being able to sleep when down to go sit in the bay window for awhile . He could only blame Riley for that being his choice of place to try to think. Sparkle really wanted to figure out why he was never enough, or why he couldn’t just love Smackle like he should have. When he got to the last step he saw a figure, and he sense it was Riley . For a split second he thought about just backing up the stairs not really being in the mood to talk to anybody from the group.


“Farkle is that you?” Riley called out softly.


Farkle wondered how she knew it was him as she walked over to her. As always she was giving him this huge loving smile, and Right now he just didn’t get why she would be doing that. “Yep. I guess you couldn’t sleep either?”


Riley just shook her head “Today was long…I think part is still processing it all.” Riley would always put her friendship first when it came to Farkle, and He was her favorite person to talk to.


“Yeah…I heard from yogi.” Farkle tried his best to sound not as upset as he was feeling.


“Farkle what’s wrong?” Riley caught on right away he was hiding something


Farkle tried to think quickly of something to say, and he almost wanted to face palm on how he hadn’t thought of that right away. “Me, and Smackle broke up yesterday.”


Riley reached over taking his hand in his as her face filled with sadness , and a little anger “Yesterday? And you are just telling me now?!? Are you okay? What happen?”


There she goes again putting her hand In mine he thought before pulling his hand from hers putting them both in his lap. “It was mutual. We both just agreed that something was missing, and we will remain friends.”


When Farkle pulled his hand away Riley frowned thinking he was hiding upset from the break up she pressed on. “Why won’t you actually talk to me about this Farkle? You know you can talk to me about anything. I’m always here for you, and You are the most important guy in my life.”


Something in the last sentence made something in Farkle let his button slip just enough that these words fell out of his mouth before even his genius brain could catch them “Because I’m not apart of the story anymore.”


Riley tilted her head being all sorts of confused now “Farkle what do you even mean?”


Farkle stood up quickly trying to keep his heart from trying to escape out of his throat. “It means nothing Riley don’t worry about …I’m going to go to bed.”


“No you’re not going anywhere Farkle until you talk to me…We don’t leave.” Riley really wanted more then anything just to make him feel better. It was hard to watch the person you are in love with have so much hurt in there eyes.


Farkle wanted so badly to walk away, but Riley had this hold on him that he would never be able to explain. Being defeated he retook his seat next to her at the bay window still remaining quiet.


“Farkle I love you will you please talk to me?” Riley’s voice was so soft this time. She wasn’t used to Farkle not wanting to be close to her, and her worry was growing each second that passed.


Farkle scooted a bit closer so their knees were touching as he bit his lip trying to figure out how one girl had him figured out so well. He knew the answer, but why out of all the people on the planet did she always want to be around him so much.


“Farkle Focus…What did you mean by you are not apart of the story?” Placing her hands on his knees to let him know she was solely focused on him hoping he would pull out of his daze.


Clearing his throat Farkle swallowed hard glancing down at Riley’s hands on his knees, but he didn’t move them this time.  “Back when were kids I loved you, and Maya the same. Around 7th grade It hit me I did love you equally, but I didn’t love you both the same. I knew most of all though I needed you in my life, and I hoped one day I would have chance. I watched all these movies, and read all these stories just to remind myself it does happen. Keep in my mind I still wouldn’t of gone anywhere. Everything was great it was me you and Maya against the world . How could I ever want anything better then that, but then the face showed up. Since then little by little I’ve been pushed out of the story  even friendship wise…I hate that I found out about what happen earlier today from Yogi.”


Farkle quickly added “And yes I did just admit I love you…and is my heart suppose to pound this fast?” His heart had never felt that way when he was with Smackle, and that’s when it hit him what Smackle meant. Smackle was in no doubt smarter then him, and he really wanted to thank her for her constant reminders to keep looking in front of you. Riley was the reason his heart was hers, and he could never fully get it back or at least not until he asked Riley a few questions.


“Farkle I’m sorry…If it makes you feel any better the only reason I didn’t come talk to you is the reason why I said no to Lucas.” Riley let his knees go as she stood up pacing a bit now her nerves going overboard. “The reason I said no to Lucas was I keep seeing you no matter how hard I tried.” Riley got closer to him as she motion him all over. “ All I saw was you, because it took me getting the fantasy too see the real thing was always right behind me.”


Farkle thought he might be dreaming as he pinched himself quickly. Nope he felt pain so this was really happening. Somehow Riley was dreaming of him over Lucas . Farkle still sitting gave Riley a very serious look which she knew meant he was thinking. “Why is it always me? Lucas is Mr. Perfect, Hes the jock, Hes the Face, and Hes the cowboy . So why am I the one you call when your sad? Why am I the one you are dreaming off? I am just me. I am nerdy . I love space , and I think science can explain most things. I have a normal  face, and I’m not the hero I’’m just a Minkus.”


One fluid motion, and Riley was on Farkle’s lap her hands on his face so he couldn’t turn away “For one you will never think about yourself like that again. You are so much more then that. You are perfect Farkle just the way you are.”


Maybe it was because he had Riley Matthews on his lap or he might actually be having  a heart attack he started to feel super light headed as he locked his eyes on hers. “You think I’m perfect?” Farkle said in barely whisper as it felt like the world had melted away. He was still afraid it might be some kind of dream, but if it was he didn’t want to wake up.


Riley giggled as she let go of his face her eyes lighting up as she stared at him “Of course I do . You are Farkle, and there is only one. I mean I also think I’m in love with you or that  I have been for awhile I’m still working out some details.” Riley whole face flushed red as she didn’t know what to do next.


Trying to defer some of the serious now Farkle smiled at her trying to brave his nerves “I would argue with you, but only someone who is perfect can truly see perfection.” Farkle’s hands wrapped around her waist almost like they had a mind of their own.


Riley felt a shiver as Farkle’s hands wrapped around her waist like it was the first time that had been that close. “You think I’m perfect?” Riley said copying Farkle’s words.


“ You know I do.” Farkle answered with no hesitation then he gently put his lips on hers, and that was it everything clicked. Nothing was confusing anymore, and both knew they were exactly where they were meant to be.


They both pulled away at the same time as Farkle saw her face making his heart stop, and his breathe  got caught in his throat. After all these years Riley was staring at him like a girl in love does, and it was more then worth the wait. He had to ask her, and even he knows it might be a bit fast. Maybe he had watch when Harry met Sally to much recently, but the quote about how you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible just kept echoing in his head.


“Farkle you okay?” He had dazed out again with this huge smile on his face so at least she knew he liked it. He responded by giving her a quick kiss “ Riley will you honor me by letting me be your boyfriend?” Farkle had decided to just got for it.


“YES!” she yelled loudly forgetting it was 2 am, and people were trying to sleep. The second time she said it quieter. “Yes the answer is yes.”


They both heard footsteps at the same time, and Riley automatically tried to get out of Farkle’s lap. Farkle was the opposite he held onto her tighter his eyes waiting to see he got to find out about him, and Riley first.


A very sleepy looking Maya, Lucas, Smackle, Zay glared at them both. “Why are you yelling yes at 2am Riley?” They all thought it was funny they knew Riley’s voice so well.


Farkle squeezed Riley giving her a reassuring smile before answering proudly. “Riley, and I are now dating. Also she thinks I’m perfect.” Farkle poofed out his chest.


All four of them at the same time say “ About time…” Maya leaned against Lucas as she yawned staring at Farkle, and Riley. “We all get its new for you guys, but we all knew. So please continue whatever it was you were doing. Just shut up or I’ll get ya both! .” Maya begged Lucas into carrying her back up the stairs, and even though he complained you could see how much he loved it.


Smackle gave Farkle a thumbs up, and a proud smile which solidified that he had figured out what Smackle meant. He was also relieved that she hadn’t gotten hurt that is something he would never want to do to smackle.


Riley, and Farkle spent the rest of night just talking about anything while they cuddled, and kissed. At some point they had both fallen asleep, and were found in the bay window by Topanga still holding each other Riley’s head on Farkle’s chest.


Topanga thought they looked so cute so she took a few pictures when Cory walked up behind her. “Hey bab…W..” Topanga turned around covering his mouth. “Cor Don’t they innocently fell asleep talking it’s not like its the first time we’ve caught them asleep together.” she then let go trusting him to be quiet. “Yes, but now their” Cory twitched “Dating.”


“I know honey we were both there on that couch listening. I had to keep you from jumping over the couch when you heard them kiss but, They are good kids so don’t worry about it so much” Topanga gave him a kiss as he smiled at her, and let her win for now. As he walked out the door to start getting things ready to go he hit the wooden door, and yelled “NATURE”

Prompt 3 : Why is it always me? Because you’re perfect. You think I’m perfect?

Rated T Requested by @riarklemedia I hope you like it ^/.%


A few weeks had past since the ski lodge , and Cory wasn’t wrong about nature things had gone a whole different then any of them ever would of thought.


Smackle , and Farkle broke up mutually when they realized that when it came to their minds , or scientifically they were compatible. It just wasn’t enough  , and they both decided to separate to seek out what was missing. Annoyingly though Smackle kept telling Farkle to just keep looking in front of him…randomly scaring the crap out of him a few times.


Riley got her dream come true when Lucas told her had chosen her after Maya sent him, but she turned him down noticing that things had changed . All she could see when imagining her Future was Farkle in Lucas’s place , and instead of it scaring her it felt like it was always suppose to be that way. Though Riley would have to keep it locked down since she would never hurt smackle.


Maya got to have her moment with Josh , but the Riley came in with Lucas in tow. After all this time Riley had remembered she never asked Maya what she wanted. After pressing Maya for what felt like hours she admitted she only sent Lucas away not wanting to cause any problems. Then Lucas admitted he still really liked Maya , and now that’s all history.


Farkle found out all of this last which upset him more then he let on of course. Even worse he heard it from Yogi all of this had gone down with his best friends , and He was once again left behind to not be apart of the story. Farkle not being able to sleep when down to go sit in the bay window for awhile . He could only blame Riley for that being his choice of place to try to think. Farkle really wanted to figure out why he was never enough , or why he couldn’t just love smackle like he should have. When he got to the last step he saw a figure , and he sense it was Riley . For a split second he thought about just backing up the stairs not really being in the mood to talk to anybody from the group.


“Farkle is that you?” Riley called out softly.


Farkle wondered how she knew it was him as he walked over to her. As always she was giving him this huge loving smile , and Right now he just didn’t get why she would be doing that. “Yep. I guess you couldn’t sleep either?”


Riley just shook her head “Today was long…I think part of me is still processing it all” Riley would always put her friendship first when it came to Farkle , and He was her favorite person to talk to.


“Yeah…I heard from yogi” Farkle tried his best to sound not as upset as he was feeling.


“Farkle what’s wrong?” Riley caught on right away he was hiding something


Farkle tried to think quickly of something to say , and he almost wanted to face palm on how he hadn’t thought of that right away. “Me , and smackle broke up yesterday”


Riley reached over taking his hand in his as her face filled with sadness , and a little anger “Yesterday? And you are just telling me now?!? Are you okay? What happen?”


There she goes again putting her hand In mine he thought before pulling his hand from hers putting them both in his lap. “It was mutual. We both just agreed that something was off , and we will remain friends.”


When Farkle pulled his hand away Riley frowned thinking he was hiding upset from the break up she pressed on. “Why won’t you actually talk to me about this Farkle? You know you can talk to me about anything. I’m always here for you , and You are the most important guy in my life.”


Something in the last sentence made Farkle’s wall slip just enough that these words fell out of his mouth before even his genius brain could catch them “Because I’m not apart of the story anymore.”


Riley tilted her head being all sorts of confused now “Farkle what do you even mean?”


Farkle stood up quickly trying to leave his heart trying to escape out of his throat. “It means nothing Riley don’t worry about …I’m going to go to bed.”


“No you’re not going anywhere Farkle until you talk to me…We don’t leave.” Riley really wanted more then anything just to make him feel better. It was hard to watch the person you are in love with have so much hurt in there eyes.


Farkle wanted so badly to walk away , but Riley had this hold on him that he would never be able to explain. Being defeated he retook his seat next to her at the bay window still remaining quiet.


“Farkle I love you will you please talk to me?” Riley’s voice was so soft this time. She wasn’t used to Farkle not wanting to be close to her , and her worry was growing each second that passed.


Farkle scooted a bit closer so their knees were touching as he bit his lip trying to figure out how one girl had him figured out so well. He knew the answer , but why out of all the people on the planted did she always want to be around him so much.


“Farkle Focus…What did you mean by you are not apart of the story?” Placing her hands on his knees to let him know she was solely focused on him hoping he would pull out of his daze.


Clearing his throat sparkle swallowed hard glancing down at Riley’s hands on his knees , but he didn’t move them this time.  “Back when were kids I loved you , and Maya the same. Around 7th grade It hit me I did love you both , but I didn’t love you both the same. I knew most of all though I needed you in my life , and I hoped one day I would have chance. I watched all these movies , and read all these stories just to remind myself it does happen. Keep in my mind I still wouldn’t of gone anywhere. Everything was great it was me, you, and Maya against the world . How could I ever want anything better then that , but then the face showed up. Since then little by little I’ve been pushed out of the story  even friendship wise…I hate that I found out about what happen earlier today from Yogi.”


Farkle quickly added “And yes I did just admit I love you…and is my heart suppose to pound this fast?” His heart had never felt that way when he was with smackle , and that’s when it hit him what Smackle meant. Smackle was in no doubt smarter then him  and he really wanted to think her for her constant reminders to keep looking in front of you. Riley was the reason his heart was hers , and he could never fully get it back or at least until he let Riley go. 


“Farkle I’m sorry…If it makes you feel any better the only reason I didn’t come talk to you is the reason why I said no to Lucas” Riley let his knees go as she stood up pacing a bit now her nerves going overboard. “The reason I said no to Lucas was I keep seeing you no matter how hard I tried” Riley got closer to him as she motion him all over. “ All I saw was you , because it took me getting the fantasy too see the real thing was always right behind me.”


Farkle thought he might be dreaming as he pinched himself quickly. Nope he felt pain so this was really happening. Somehow Riley was dreaming of him over Lucas . Farkle still sitting gave Riley a very serious look which she knew meant he was thinking. “Why is it always me? Lucas is Mr. Perfect , Hes the jock , Hes the Face , and Hes the cowboy . So why am I the one you call when your sad? Why am I the one you are dreaming off? I am just me. I am nerdy . I love space  , and I think science can explain most things. I have a normal  face , and I’m not the hero I’’m just a Minkus.”


One fluid motion , and Riley was on Farkle’s lap her hands on his face so he couldn’t turn away “For one you will never think about yourself again. You are so much more then that. You are perfect Farkle just the way you are.”


Maybe it was because he had Riley Matthews  on his lap or he might actually be having  a heart attack he started to feel super light headed as he locked his eyes on hers. “You think I’m perfect? Farkle said in barely whisper as it felt like the world had melted away. He was still afraid it might be some kind of dream , but if it was he didn’t want to wake up.


Riley giggled as she let go of his face her eyes lighting up as she stared at him “Of course I do . You are Farkle , and there is only one. I mean I also think I’m in love with you or that  I have been for awhile I’m still working out some details.” Riley whole face flushed red as she didn’t know what to do next.


Trying to defer some of the serious now Farkle smiled at her trying to brave his nerves “I would argue with you , but only someone who is perfect can truly see perfection.” Farkle’s hands wrapped around her waist almost like they had a mind of their own.


Riley felt a shiver as Farkle’s hands wrapped around her waist like it was the first time that had been that close. “You think I’m perfect?” Riley said copying Farkles words.


“ You know I do” Farkle answered with no hesitation then he gently put his lips on hers , and that was it everything clicked. Nothing was confusing anymore , and both knew they were exactly where they were meant to be.

They both pulled away at the same time as Farkle saw her face making his heart stop , and his breathe get got in his throat. After all these years Riley was staring at him like a girl in love does , and it was more then worth the wait. He had to ask her , and even he know it might be a bit fast. Maybe he had watch when Harry met Sally to recently , but the quote about how you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible just kept echoing in his head.

“Farkle you okay?” He had dazed out again with this huge smile on his face so at least she knew he liked it. He responded by giving her a quick kiss “ Riley will you honor me by letting me be your boyfriend?” Farkle had decided to just got for it.


“YES!” she yelled loudly forgetting it was 2 am , and people were trying to sleep. The second time she said it quieter. “Yes the answer is yes.”


They both heard footsteps at the same time , and Riley automatically tried to get out of farkle’s lap. Farkle was the opposite he held onto her tighter his eyes waiting to see he got to find out about him  , and Riley first.

A very sleey looking Maya , Lucas , Smackle , Zay glared at them both. “Why are you yelling yes at 2am Riley?” They all thought it was funny they knew Riley’s voice so well.


Farkle squeezed Riley giving her a reassuring smile before answering proudly. “Riley , and I are now dating. Also she thinks I’m perfect.”


All four of them at the same time say “ About time…” Maya leaned against Lucas as she yawned staring at Farkle , and Riley. “we all get its new for you guys , but we all knew. So please continue whatever it was you were doing. Just be quiet about it some people are trying to sleep .” Maya begged Lucas into carrying her back up the stairs , and even though he complained you could see how much he loved it.


Smackle gave sparkle a thumbs up , and a proud smile which solidified that he had figured out what Smackle meant. He was also relieve that she hadn’t gotten hurt that is something he would never want to do to smackle.


Riley , and Farkle spent the rest of night just talking about anything while they cuddled , and kissed. At some point they had both fallen asleep , and were found in the bay window by Topanga still holding each other Riley’s head on Farkle’s chest.


Topanga thought they looked so cute so she took a few pictures when Cory walked up behind her. “hey bab…W..” Topanga turned around covering his mouth. “Cor Don’t they innocently fell asleep talking it’s not like its the first time we’ve caught them asleep together.” she then let go trusting him to be quiet. “Yes , but now their” Cory twitched “Dating.”


“I know honey we were both there on that couch listening.  I had to keep you from jumping over the couch when you heard them kiss but,They are good kids so don’t worry about it so much” Topanga gave him a kiss as he smiled at her , and let her win for now. As he walked out the door to start getting things ready to go he hit the wooden door , and yelled “NATURE!”