List of anime series/movies with unique art styles.
For my friends on tumblr, in case you guys want something to watch, here’s a quick list of anime series/movies with unusual/unique art styles that you may or may not know.
With an artstyle reminiscent of the original Astro Boy, Kaiba has a very simplistic (yet stylized) and fluid style of animation and art. The story revolves around the titular character, who wakes up with a hole in his chest with no idea of who he is. I enjoyed this a lot for the art, music and characters, who all have realistic motivations and ideals, as well as the themes handled in it; such as what defines “being human” when bodies and memories are as disposable as plastic. Genre: Sci-Fi, Psychological Drama
In terms of sheer action and excitement I got from watching a movie, I’ve got to say that Redline is one of the best ever in those departments. With a highly stylized comic-book-esque art style with a high influence from Western comics like Dick Tracy (with the emphasis on black shadows on solid colours and thick black outlines), this show is extremely fluidly animated, the movie is said to consist of 120 000 hand-drawn frames, taking seven years to complete. The movie follows the story of racer JP (aka “Sweet” JP, because of his refusal to use weaponry while racing) trying to win (and survive) the titular Redline, a race consisting of multiple racers from multiple different galaxies and planets. Genre: Racing, Sci-Fi, Action
Every frame of this anime could be screencapped and slapped onto someone’s dashboard for their aesthetic. That is how distinct the art style and character design of this show is. The show uses a form of “plaid animation”, where something will be animated over a still color or object as it moves, creating most of the time a jarring effect that is usually the sign of a lazy animator, however in Mononoke, the show utilizes the art to create a sense of a surreal, dream-like environment, intentionally focusing on the jarring effect. The art and design of the environment is also extremely ornate and beautiful. The show focuses on the story of the unknown Medicine Seller and his travels through Japan (in an unknown time period), killing spirits and creatures known as Mononoke. However, he cannot do so until he learns their Form, Truth and Reasoning/Regret, which leads to some very interesting lessons at the end of each story. Genre: Mystery, Horror
Another comic-influenced movie, and just barely under an hour too; Dead Leaves is an extremely fun, hyper-action-packed movie with amazing character design (almost EVERY good character in this movie has a unique design, barring the civilains and generic bad guy cannon fodder), driven by slapstick, humor (usually of the sexual kind) and more pop culture references than you can digest within the time span they’re thrown at you. The story focuses on criminals Retro and Pandy; Retro having a TV instead of a head, and Pandy having a panda-like marking on her eye, who, shortly after waking up on the moon and causing havoc on a nearby planet, are imprisoned in a super-jail. Genre: Action, Comedy, Sci-Fi
Kuuchuu Buranko / Welcome to Irabu’s Office
Combining rotoscoped 3D, 2D animation and live action elements, Kuuchuu Buranko is an extremely surreal look into the world of psychiatry. The art and designs were created by the lead artist of Mononoke, Kenji Nakamura. But whereas Mononoke had some subtlety to its art, this show is bright, colourful and neon as all hell. The show focuses on Dr. Ichiro Irabu and how he helps his patients with their problems, who are all connected in some way or the other. Genre: Comedy, Psychological Drama
The Tatami Galaxy
With a bright visual style that also manages to be subtle at the same time, The Tatami Galaxy also utilizes not just its art as a device for story telling, but the form of the show itself to convey its messages. I can’t spoil too much about the show, but I can give you this: if you enjoy the first episode, please watch it to completion, as this show basically requires the viewer to watch the show in its entirety. The story focuses on an unnamed protagonist, commonly referred to as Watashi by the show’s fans, who tries to attain the “rose-tinted” college life style he has desired for his whole life, as well as all the challenges he faces on the way. With fast-paced dialogue, a lot of humor, interesting character and background designs, as well as the various forms of “characterization”, and also the themes tackled by this show, I’d say it’s one of my favorite shows of all time. Genre: Slice of Life, Comedy, Drama, Psychological, Sci-Fi
Mind Game. Directed by Masaaki Yuasa (also the director behind The Tatami Galaxy, Kaiba and Ping-Pong). I don’t think words can do this movie justice, but I’ll try. Imagine a combination of 3D-morphing-into-2D, sketches, animated photo images of (presumably) the voice actor’s for talking, extremely smooth and fluid movement, plus an insane amount of exaggeration,all coupled with a huge range of bright and dark colours and you’ve got Mind Game’s animation style down somewhat. Go look up more GIFs, they’ll help you understand the range of styles this surreal (and extremely fun) movie goes through. The plot follows Nishi, a down-on-his-luck, 20-years-old manga writer, running into his childhood crush Myon. He discovers she’s getting married soon while they’re talking inside her father’s restaurant. After that (plus another key event), the craziness in the movie begins; Nishi having a new-found desire to live life. Genre: Comedy, Surrealism,
Tekkonkinkreet, although similar in appearance to some Masaaki Yuasa works, was not made by the man himself (although, it was made by the company,
Studio 4°C, that helped produce Mind Game). This movie has incredibly detailed backgrounds, similar to a Studio Ghibli film, with amazing usage of lighting, camera shots and motion blur as well as a wide variety of colours and shades. The story follows Black and White, two street orphans who call themselves “The Cats”, trying to keep control of their town from dangerous enemies. Although vastly different in personalities, they support each other emotionally, mentally and physically very well. Genre: Action, Drama, Adventure
The Diary of Tortov Riddle
The Diary of Tortov Roddle, although very short (6 episodes all leading up to 14 minutes! Watch it here! It has three special episodes that are part of the DVD though), is an interesting adventure of a surreal world that seems almost like a moving/animated picture rather than a movie or series. It follows the journey of Tortov Roddle and his pig-steed throughout this world, with just his calm thoughts and experiences. There’s no dialogue in this series but it doesn’t really require any dialogue at all, the only dialogue being Tortov’s journal entries at the beginning and end of each episode. The music, lack of dialogue and artall contribute to a very interesting, mysterious atmosphere. Genre: Fantasy, Surrealism, Adventure
The Tale of Princess Kaguya
Straight outta Compton Studio Ghibli, The Tale of Princess Kaguya is an adaption of one of the staples of traditional Japanese folklore, The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter. This film adapts the ancient story of the young princess who grew out of a bamboo shoot and breathes fresh new life into it while still staying 100% true to the source material. The art can only be described as absolutely gorgeous, using a pale colour palette in a constantly shifting style that recalls the ancient Japanese watercolour paintings that the original story was recorded on.
Genre: Fantasy, Drama
Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei
Oh man this show. Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei follows the story of Nozomu Itoshiki, an overdramatic teacher so pessismistic about everything that he would try committing suicide over pretty much the smallest inconvenience (his name, when its Japanese characters are read horizontally, also translates into “Despair”) and his bizarre homeroom students’ antics. The series parodies almost everything there is to satrize in Japanese culture (the show even parodies itself from time to time with casual 4th wall-breaking from every show), as well as the general media and politics of the world, as well as having an insane amount of references to various things regardless of fame; from Gundam, Evangelion and Gurren Lagann, to Franz Kafka, Edward Gorey and South Park. The art’s very minimal (which itself gets parodied later on in the series), but it, uh, changes a lot, to put it simply.
Genre: Comedy, Parody
(gotta lot of requests to list this one)
Sports anime tends to always get a bad rep amongst anime fans for various reasons, whether it be that the viewer gets tired of seeing another Dempsey Roll, or the amount of reused frames in the series, they’re all understandable. And so comes Ping-Pong to shatter those preconceptions of what a sports anime can be. Focusing rather on the characters, their emotions and development rather than the titular game that the anime’s based on (unlike most sports anime), this coming-of-age show following two boys as they (one actually) strive to become the best table tennis players in the world, is directed by none other than Masaaki Yuasa, who has directed a lot of the shows and movies on this list actually, with his trademark style of not having a trademark artstyle (other than wobbly simple lines and psychedelic colours).
(im still in the process of watching Gankutusou and Ping-Pong (thanks school) hence why they weren’t in the original post)
Gankutsuou is what most people would call “art porn”, as it uses various still textures, colours and patterns within the character’s lineart, similar to Mononoke and Kuuchuu Buranko though to a much greater extent, whileusing 3D and 2D animation on the characters and backgrounds. The story is broadly based on the titular story of The Count of Monte Cristo, but with many differences, such as being set in the year 5053, plotlines and character endings being altered/removed, the pacing being changed from the original story, as well as the incorporation of many sci-fi themes. The general aesthetic of the show is that of 19th century France in a highly futuristic setting.
Genre: Drama, Sci-Fi, Thriller, Supernatural
Based off a popular gambling manga by Nobuyuki Fukumoto, Kaiji follows the story of the titular character, Kaiji Itou, an unemployed slacker who spends his days gambling (and always losing), stealing, drinking and being obsessed with money. He suddenly finds himself 3 million in debt, and is offered the chance to erase all of his debt, and maybe even earn some cash, in one night.
With thick bold lines, exaggerated expressions and hugely caricaturized faces that woul make more sense in a comedy that all serve as a plus to the show, Kaiji is an intense psychological thriller that always leaves you on the edge of your seat, with some of the most insane and dramatic gambles in any piece of fiction.
Genre: Psychological, Thriller, Gambling
Panty and Stocking With Garterbelt
Two angels, kicked out of Heaven, have been tasked with cleaning up the filthy sin-riddled Daten City, and can only return once they’ve gotten enough Heaven coins!
Not like that matters to Panty and Stocking anyways, whose only cares in the world are what tastes good, much to the chagrin of local priest Garterbelt.
With a ton of American pop culture references, humor that would make South Park seem like a kid’s show, action that is so bizarre it can’t even be explained, and an animation style that’s more akin to a cartoon on a huge drug trip than anything else, Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt shows that sometimes too much of a good thing is still a good thing.
Genre: Comedy, Action, Parody, Not something to play around Grandma
Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure
There really is no other gif that explains and summarizes Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure better than this one.
Based off the hugely popular manga by Araki Hirohiko, the show follows the story of the Joestar bloodline. Jojo is unique in that it doesn’t follow one group of characters or main character throughout the entire franchise, but rather a different cast in a different location throughout the world, ranging from 1930s New York, to 1980s Japan, to Egypt and much more.
If I’m being rather vague about describing this rather popular show, I apologize, but there really is no way to properly explain this bizarre series.
With proportions that look like it was ripped straight out of a bodybuilder’s magazine, poses that could probably break your spine if even just attempted, and fights that end up being some of the most hype as well as some of the most ridiculous you’ll have ever seen, as well as a bright, dramatic colour pallete, this is a show that truly lives up to its “Bizarre” title.
(also protip: start with the 2012 adaption first rather than the 90s OVA, and read the manga.)
the school year’s winding down here, and I know a lot of you are about to start your first year of college. sometimes, this involves moving into a dorm, and there are so many dorm packing lists out there that tell you about so many “”necessities.”” this really easily gets overwhelming, so here’s the list of things that I have in my dorm right now that I really appreciate having!
two sets of sheets - make sure they’re the right size for the bed (often dorm beds are twin xl). i got two sets which included a pillow case, fitted sheet, and regular sheet. sometimes, the ‘college’ sets have pockets on the sides of the fitted sheets which can be super useful, esp if you decide to loft your bed!
pillows - when I was buying dorm stuff, i had the designer dorm room in mind (which is the goal for a lot of people when shopping, but it’s not super easy to attain. just stick to what works for u!). this, for me, involved pillows. i have 2 normal pillows (either i sleep on both or i alternate them out so no one of them gets too flat), and a smaller, soft decor pillow (i use this mostly to block up the space between the bed and the wall so my other pillows don’t fall off when i use them as a backrest haha), and a fourth, white fluffy square pillow (this one just looked cute, but i ended up using it as a desk chair cushion bc my chair didn’t come with one, it’s been a lifesaver!!)
comforter (tbh it’s always so hot in my dorm room that i hardly use this, and mostly just stick to the sheets haha, but it’s definitely important in winter)
extra blankets - just a couple lighter ones i use when i just wanna curl up or when i don’t need something as heavy as a comforter
foam mattress pad - !!!!! cannot stress this one enough. it makes my bed so comfortable. my dorm bed is now nicer than my home bed. i 100% recommend getting one of these (and make sure its the thick sheet of foam, not those weird cloth ones that make you feel weird when you touch it haha)
desk chair cushion (mentioned above) - wait until you see your room for this one, your desk chair might already have a cushion. if it doesn’t, get something to use as one. your butt will thank you, and it’ll make it so much easier to study. (also some people i know wanted to get their own desk chair - the rolly cushy kind - so if that’s what you want, go for it!)
desk lamp! - if you’re like me, you’ll stay up hours later than your roommate, and you need to be able to see. the kind i got was actually given away free from my uni, but it has usb ports and 3 different levels of intensity for the light itself, so it’s really nice!
cups/pen holders - stay organized. i brought a mug for this and ended up getting a few free cups at giveaways, and vases from flowers and things like that that I use to hold the pens on my desk.
misc desk organizers - to keep your study space put together and to keep all your stuff in a decent place (it’s so easy to lose things, even in such a small space)
hangers - i just got a couple packages (about 24 total i think?) which ended up being the perfect amount for me
sweater organizer shelves thing - these are everywhere at stores for dorm shopping. it’s basically a stack of box shelves. they also have drawers you can get for them, but i don’t have any of those. i just stuff my sweaters/cardigans/sweatshirts/extra sheets in there, it’s nice and saves a lot of closet space!
towels - i got 4 towels, just so i don’t have to do laundry as often. it ended up being a good amount for me. also a lot of people i know have washcloths, which wasn’t something i thought about but is a good idea if you use them!
shower caddy - a necessity! i use one of the bag ones, instead of the plastic ones, and i’ve heard a lot of people with the hard plastic ones wishing they had the mesh bag type (but obvs u do u)
dry shampoo - super useful for when you didn’t get a chance to shower and want to at least try to look a bit more cleaned up
laundry detergent - pretty straightforward. also hamper/laundry bag/dryer sheets/whatever else you need to get ur clothes clean (also stock up on quarters if you have to pay per load)
hobby supplies - i do a lot of crocheting/brush lettering/reading, whatever your hobbies are, you’ll wanna do them, so keep stuff in your room for it
wall calendar/white board calendar - useful for planning and remembering important dates (also i use this to keep up w what my roomie has going on bc we don’t talk about that sorta thing a whole lot but it’s nice to know when she’ll be back/out of the room/whatever)
whiteboard - i have a bigger wall mounted one, but i use it for assignment/meeting reminders and also as a study tool for before exams. plus it’s fun to doodle on when i really don’t feel like doing anything haha
string lights - sure, they’re a classic dorm cute thing, but they’re also useful when you want just enough light to see, but not enough to keep your roommate up or be distracting. i use mine all the time, plus it makes the room feel more warm and homey!
i also have a 10 foot long phone charger which is my heart and soul i love it sm it’s so useful bc i plug it in under my bed in the corner and not only reaches up to my bed, but also over to my desk. 10/10 would recommend.
The Domestic Garden Witch: Gardening Without Plants!
So maybe you’re a college witch with limited space and money, limited to the one window in your dorm. Or, maybe you’re a witch without extensive backyard space who wants to start up a magical garden. Perhaps you’re a kitchen witch who wants the freshest herbs right at her fingertips.
For many witches, having a garden seems to be a bit of a no-brainer. After all, plants and magic go hand-in-hand. Plus, when thinking of a witch, it’s hard not to think of a cottage in the woods with a little vegetable garden out front. Unfortunately for the majority of us, our cottage in the woods is a tiny flat, and our garden out front is a windowsill with limited space.
This is when it comes time to embrace your craftiness and bring your garden indoors! Not only does it place your garden in a convenient location, it also allows you to freshen the air, recycle what would otherwise harm the earth, and embrace your witchy green thumb!
Sand and Meditation
Something that often does not cross an individual’s mind when they hear the word “garden” is the thought of a garden without plants, especially where witches are concerned. After all, witches are sometimes known for the sheer amount of herbs and plants they collect (hell, my boyfriend sometimes criticizes the quantity of herbs I have - not my practice, mind you, just the fact that I have over thirty varieties of herbs in large quantities in my witchy drawers). But gardens take all sorts of shapes and sizes, including that of the zen garden, Japanese rock garden, or meditation garden.
Unlike planted gardens, these are minimalist creations designed to help induce meditative thought and relaxation through the use of flowing patterns and stone placement which often are likened to mountains or islands rising up from the sea. They are generally designed as large features which are raked into different patterns each day, but are easily adaptable for the small amount of room our domestic garden witch might have!
Creating Your Garden
As with any indoor garden, perhaps the first thing to look into is the type of container in which you’d like to keep it. In this case, a dish that is wider than it is tall is recommended. Choose either rounded shapes or rectangular shaped dishes that are shallow yet deep enough to hold sand.
Fill this dish with sand - white is traditional, though colored sands can be found in local craft stores or dollar stores - until it is about half full. Select visually appealing stones and set them on the sand.
With a utensil, trace ripples into the sand - flowing lines reminiscent of water are traditional.
If you feel that you want a bit of plant life, small air plants are definitely helpful. Remember to design your garden based on simplicity. Use natural themes and variations in your design to provide an aesthetic that you find appealing.
Tools of the Rock Garden
Typically when you think of a desktop zen garden, you might envision one of the little kits that you can get as a novelty gift at Barnes and Noble. In these kits, there is of course a couple of little rakes - one for smoothing out the sand and one for providing the patterns.
We’re witches on a budget, though, so let’s take a different approach - one similar to what’s pictured above. While it is completely reasonable to use a fork or a pen to make the patterns, you can take bamboo skewers or chopsticks and turn them into rakes using wire. Using these, you can smooth out the sand and rake patterns into it each day or as often as the whim takes you.
How Can I Witch This?
Unlike all of the gardens I’ve written about thus far, this is a garden whose only maintenance depends upon what you need from a meditative standpoint. Its design is not only decorative, but spiritually functional. If you’re a witch who is still fairly closeted and can’t have an altar, gardens such as these make for excellent substitutions, as they can form a sort of sacred space in which you can meditate and focus your intent.
If you’re a crystal witch, these sand gardens are a dream come true! Instead of placing stones, arrange your grids in the sand and use the rake or skewer to draw patterns in the sand to help focus the energy of the stones in your grid!
Draw sigils in the sand based on your intent and either wipe them away with the rake, or incorporate those sigils into the design of the ripples!
Sands come in various colors and grades. Play around with options for your sand! For cleansing, use a fine black sand. For empowerment, use a fiery orange or red. For healing, use white or light blue! The possibilities are near endless!
Of course, I can’t leave out my fellow kitchen witches! Salt is a key feature of the kitchen witch’s lifestyle. So much so, in fact, that in some circles it is believed that it is bad luck to run out of salt. For this reason, you can replace the sand with salt! This has a couple of benefits: first, it’s inexpensive. Second, it acts as a constant cleanser - much like a quartz cluster or a rod of selenite. When the salt has become to crusty to rake into appealing patterns, it has done its work! Dispose of the old salt and replace it with a new batch! (Do not pour the salt outside! This is harmful to the environment! Instead, find a safer way to dispose of the salt - I usually use the salt to clean out my mortar and pestle, then dissolve it in the sink to drain away).
If you use salt in place of sand, you can take the crystal grid concept a step further! Place the crystals in your “salt garden” and rake as you would if it were sand. This provides a way to cleanse your crystals in a way that is also visually appealing!
Consider different ways to make this plant-less garden a magical addition to the dorm or coffee table!
And may your harvests always be bountiful! Blessed Be! )O(
some assorted school studies/doodles that I did over the week :D (other wise known as the “i-forgot-bendy’s-fucking-tail” collection)
Spud helped me realize that bendy would have a *lot* of scars with how much he’s getting into fights. Plus, with how dark toon’s skin can be, scars would probably be really painfully noticable and scar over in a light gray or white. (The scars on his face are supposed to be a little less noticable but it was a little hard to do with pencil)
I also just wanted to show off his forked tongue and teefers :9
Summary: Dean’s hit with a strong case of curiosity. Pure,
uncontrollable curiosity that leads to him finding a treasure trove of nasty little things.
Paring: Sam/Reader, Dean/Reader (kinda), Implied
Sam/Reader/Dean at the end
Word Count: ~2.5K
Warnings:FILTH. At this point it’d be easier to
name what’s not in this fic, but I’ll
name a few that are; smut (obvy), dirty text, nudey pics, sex videos
of Sam/Reader, masturbation, anal play, anal sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk,
copious amounts of semen, Sam’s a big fan of creampies (both of the butt and
vag variety), more masturbation, voyeurism, NSFW gifs just to really mess y'all
up :) a/n: aight don’t judge me but I only have one fic to post today bc school’s got me fucked up and has literally sucked my soul from my body. I’m still working on some of the requests you guys have sent in and other WIP’s as the mood/will to do anything but cry in a corner hits me (lol but I’m fine tho I swear) I hope you guys enjoy my contribution for Smut Appreciation Day 2017!
The first time Dean “snoops"—it’s by
Sam had lent him his phone after Dean’s had been
compromised on the hunt that they had just finished. Long story short; phone in
pocket plus getting pushed into pool by werewolf equals no bueno. Dean pulled up the messaging app to shoot the hunter that
been helping them out a text to let him know that everything had been squared away, but when
Dean went to tap compose message, his thumb took a sharp left and ended up
pulling up the messages between you and Sam.
thank you guys sososoosos much for all the love on this fic. it was tbh a shower thought that evolved into so much more. im so very proud of this fic and i plaN to write another part, maybe two.
thank you guys so much. it makes me so happy to see that people like my writing. i hope you all enjoy part two of little tattoos <3
summary: a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo exactly like their soulmate
pairing: eddie and richie
Eddie sighed, approaching his house. He really wasn’t in the mood to convince his mom to let him go to Bill’s. He had gone over there seemingly a thousand times over the course of the past three years, but he still had to argue with his mother for at least twenty minutes before she’d let him leave.
His mom still, daily, tried to convince him that he did indeed have an illness; but he knew better.
Eddie’s mother nearly pounced on him when he opened the front door. “Eddie dear, come on, take your pills! You need them!” She said, so shrill it sounded like nails on a chalkboard to him.
He shook his head and got out of her grip easily, backing away and up the stairs. Eddie ignored his mother’s pleas until he shut his bedroom door and couldn’t hear her anymore. The small boy threw his backpack on his bed and threw his jacket into his closet, not bothering to hang it up. Eddie pushed back the door of his closet, finding a reflection of himself staring back. He frowned a little, looking his small figure up and down disapprovingly. Eddie bit his lip, slowly pulling his shirt up and over his head. His eyes scoured every millimeter of his bare chest and back. He thought that maybe one day the universe would decide to give him a tattoo, a soulmate, but there was never anything.
Nothing. There was absolutely nothing on his body, and he hated it.
Why him? Why did he have to have no soulmate? It’s not fair.
Eddie angrily slammed the door shut completely, causing the mirror to fall off the door. It hit the wood floor of his bedroom and shattered into millions of tiny pieces.
“Oh God, oh fuck” He grumbled, going out into the hall closet to grab a broom and dustpan. He cleaned up what he could, which was most of it, praying his mother hadn’t heard anything. If she did, he’d be in the ER before he could even protest or explain what had happened. He went to pick up the last piece and as he stood up to put it in the trash, he clumsily dropped it. Eddie hissed at the sharp pain that went through his hand. A small gash started to bleed on his right knuckle, right under a circular, blotchy birthmark. He swore quietly to himself, going to the bathroom and easily disinfecting the cut. He put a small piece of gauze and a bandage on it, deciding that was alright for now.
Eddie grabbed his shirt and threw it over his head, heading down the stairs quickly. His mother sat in her usual spot in front of the TV. She glanced up and upon seeing her son, she tried to get up as quickly as a woman like her could. By the time she got up and ran out onto the porch, he was gone. Eddie was too fast. He was already outside and on his bike, half a block away. After years of evading her, he learned to get out of the house as quickly as possible.
He arrived at Bill’s about five minutes later, hopping off his bike and propping it up against the side of the house. Eddie strode up to the door and knocked, waiting patiently. Stan answered the door, looking disheveled. His hair was a mess. It was usually a mess, but not like this. His lips were a bit puffy and red.
Eddie rolled his eyes. “Glad to know I’ll be the cockblock this evening.” He joked, walking inside the house and kicking off his shoes near Bill’s bedroom door.
Bill chuckled a bit, and Stan shot Eddie a look. Eddie smiled innocently, walking in and sitting down on a beanbag on the floor.
“Eddie!” Georgie yelled, nearly tackling the small boy off the beanbag in a hug. Bill’s little brother was the sweetest kid, and Eddie loved him. The whole Loser’s Club loved him.
“Hey, Georgie! How are you, buddy?” He asked, Georgie, sitting down next to him.
“I’m good! What about you?” Georgie asked brightly.
Eddie nodded. “I’m good,” he said casually.
Georgie looked at Bill and Stan across the room, both of them deep into a conversation about what movie to watch. He glanced at Eddie before giggling. “Billy and Stan think you like Richie.”
Eddie’s heart nearly stopped. Was it that obvious?
He raised an eyebrow, looking at the little boy. “Why do they think that?”
Georgie giggled again and whispered, “It’s a secret.” before running out of the room, still giggling.
Bill and Stan decided on Buffy the Vampire Slayer after about five solid minutes of arguing. They popped the VHS tape and started to watch. About halfway through, Eddie noticed that Bill kept sneaking glances at him. He turned his head and saw Bill looking at him once again. “Is something wrong?” He asked, reaching over and pausing the movie with the remote. Stan looked at Bill and nodded, clearly knowing something Eddie didn’t.
“We know you like Richie.” Stan deadpanned, and Bill smacked his arm.
Eddie frowned. “I do not like Trashmouth! Plus, even if I did, which I don’t, he has a soulmate. It wouldn’t work.”
Bill shook his head. “Y-You don’t know that, E-E-Eddie.”
Eddie stood up. “Yes, I do! I’ve had a crush on that damn boy for years! I know I have no soulmate, I know I have no chance, and I want to stop talking about him so I can get over him.”
Stan looked at Bill. “Told you he’d crack.”
Eddie sighed, sitting back down on the beanbag. He ran a hand through his hair, blowing out air through his nose slowly.
“Y-Y-Y-You should tell him,” Bill stated, glancing at Eddie, who immediately shook his head.
“There is no way in hell I am telling him. Nu uh, no.” Eddie said, shaking his head again.
Stan rolled his eyes. “Just tell him, Eddie! You never know.”
After ten minutes of debate, Eddie finally gave in. He walked into school the next day absolutely petrified. Bill and Stan had convinced him to confess his feelings to Richie and he said he’d do it today. But now that he was actually at school, he couldn’t do it. He found himself reaching for his invisible fanny pack for his inhaler until he realized he didn’t need it.
Eddie walked up to his locker, entering the combo and getting his books out. He felt an arm fall around his shoulder.
“Hey, Eds!” Richie said brightly, pinching his cheek. Eddie slapped his hand off and shoved his arm off of his frame. The smile slipped off Richie’s face, but he managed to keep a small one. “What’s wrong, Eddie Spaghetti?”
“Stop calling me that,” Eddie grumbled, shutting his locker and turning the combination lock to 0.
Richie followed behind Eddie as he walked off, watching as he strode into his English class without a goodbye, and Richie couldn’t understand why Eddie was so upset. He never intended to upset him, if he did, but half the time Richie didn’t even realize he upset anyone.
The rest of that day, Eddie tried his best to avoid Richie. He took different routes to his classes in the hallways, he ate in the library at lunch, and the only place he couldn’t avoid Richie in was gym class. The gym teacher was very adamant about changing into gym clothes and then changing back into the clothes you were wearing. Eddie hated it, especially today, but he did it anyway. He waited until no one was in the locker room, or he thought no one was in the locker room to change back into his normal clothing. He avoided Richie during their class-wide game of soccer and he thought he was home free; he wasn’t.
The locker room door slammed shut and momentarily, Eddie panicked, thinking it was the Bower’s gang. But he panicked even more with the realization that Richie had shut the door.
“No, Eds! I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what I did.” Richie said sternly as if he was scolding him.
“You didn’t do anything, Richie, let me leave, please.”
“Then why are you avoiding me?”
Eddie shook his head, trying to get past Richie. He repeated his question but Eddie still shook his head.
Richie was getting annoyed. “If it’s not me, then what the fuck was it? Did Henry do something? Did your mom do something? Other than me last night, of course.”
Eddie tried to get past Richie again and he got pushed back.
Eddie groaned in annoyance. “I can’t tell you,” he mumbled, wringing his hands together in a vain attempt to calm himself down.
“Yes, you can.”
“No, I can’t!” Eddie argued, gripping his hands together tightly. His knuckles were turning white. “I can’t!”
Richie was getting mad too. “Yes, you fucking can!”
“Goddammit, I’m in love with you, Richie!” Eddie hissed, feeling his hands start to shake from anger and fear and everything in between. “I’m so in love with you, but guess what? You have a soulmate, I don’t, and I don’t need to intentionally break my own heart!” Eddie ran out past a shell-shocked Richie, knocking into him with his shoulder on the way out. Richie didn’t move a muscle. His eyes were watering and he tried to wipe the water away as quick as he could, but they soon became to be too many tears. Eddie was sobbing. His chest hurt in a way he could never describe. It felt like his heart had literally broken. His chest physically hurt as he collapsed on the pavement outside the school. He grabbed the light blue inhaler that was in his back pocket and took two puffs. His breathing was normal, but he knew he had to leave. Eddie got on his bike and rode home.
Eddie went inside the back door, trying to be as quiet as possible so he could sneak up to his room. He turned the corner and dashed up the stairs, closing his door and propping a chair up under the door handle. He didn’t wanna deal with his mother right now, or anytime at all for that matter. He fell back onto his bed, sighing. Eddie held his hand over his head, studying the cut he got from the broken mirror. It was healing properly and wasn’t infected.
After about thirty minutes of off and on crying, Eddie heard an inconsistent tapping on his window. He tried to ignore it but after five minutes of it, he had had enough. He opened the window with force, just to get hit in the cheek with a small pebble. Eddie narrowed his eyes at Richie, who said “sorry” and put down the few rocks he had in his hand. “Listen, Eds-”
“Leave me alone, Richie. I don’t want your sympathy, I don’t want your pity, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.”
“Just hear me ou-”
“No! I will not hear you out! You’ll climb up here, say you’re sorry and that you don’t feel the same way and that you want to stay friends. I won’t do that. I won’t. Leave me the fuck alone.” Eddie stated, slamming his window shut and drawing the navy blue curtains. The tapping stopped, and he hoped Richie walked away. He laid back down on his bed, glancing over at the wall beside him. Polaroids of him and Richie scattered the wall, along with pictures of the rest of the Loser’s club from a campfire last summer.
“Richie, don’t be an idiot! You are going to burn yourself!” Eddie scolded, getting up to shove him backward away from the fire.
“I’m not an idiot, Eds, I’m a genius in disguise.” Richie retorted, plopping back down onto the grass beside Eddie.
Beverly had taken a picture at that moment and that was Eddie’s favorite polaroid he had tacked to his wall. To this day, Richie still insisted that he was “a genius in disguise.”
Then Eddie remembered what had happened. He felt his eyes water with tears and his vision blurred as he cried softly, eventually running out of energy and falling asleep, face streaked with tears.
Richie had taken a long way home, trying to clear his head. By the time he got back to his house, he had a plan.
What do you have against Bex? (Can u also provide evidence thanks 💜)
When I first got this ask, I was tempted to play it off as a joke and say “the fact she exists,” and leave it at that. But I feel like it’s important to stay informed. And if you genuinely don’t know, I’ll give you the complete rundown. It’s long, it’s messy, and it’s nasty, so bear with me.
First, and introduction. When I talk about Bex, I’m referring to the actress Bex Taylor-Klaus, who is the voice actor (or VA) of the character Pidge in the show Voltron Legendary Defender on Netflix.
It all began a while ago when Bex liked a comment of a picture. The picture involved a ship called Shei//th. I censored the name so it doesn’t show up in the tags of that on tumblr. But essentially it’s a ship between two characters, Takashi Shirogane, a 25 year old pilot who is the leader of the team, and Keith Kogane, one of the other “paladins” or fighters on the team. People like me find this ship to be distasteful, since Shiro is an adult, and the others are teens (it’s actually a bit messier than that, since an official Voltron source listed Keith as 18, but the producers of the show, Lauren Montgomery and Joaquim Dos Santos, said they were not consulted on the book so there’s some question as to whether it’s canon or not). Either way, the consensus by most reasonable people is that it’s probably not a healthy thing to depict in children’s media, when you consider the considerable age difference, the power imbalance (leader, senior officer with someone they are in charge of), and finally, the iconic line by the character of Keith himself when he defines their relationship as a familial one.
Nonetheless, the ship persists, as nasty things on tumblr are wont to do. There’s a lot of shipping discourse on tumblr between two distinct groups which can be labelled as “antis”–people who are not in favor of any Shiro/paladin ships, or what has become to be known as “shaladins”–people who ship any variation of Shiro with the paladins.
Here is where Bex got involved. On Instagram there was a picture of a black shoe and a red shoe together and the joke was about the shoes being a prophecy that Shei//th would be canon. A joke, mostly, considering all the evidence above. But here’s where Bex got herself in trouble. She liked a comment on the picture where someone said “Keith is a power bottom confirmed.”
Obviously, this caused a bit of an uproar within the fanbase, especially between the discourse between antis and shaladins. Shaladins were celebrating that an Official Voltron Source liked their ship, and antis were angry about that acknowledgement of the ship at all by official sources, and the sexualization of a kid’s show (more on this later.)
So of course this sparked the discourse on tumblr. One user, @lancehunks, who was receiving asks about Bex, tagged her in the replies.They were definitely unfavorable.
and a few more.
Bex, being the big strong, adult, woman she is, decided that she could not take this obviously grievous insult to her name [sarcasm], and decided to reblog them all and respond to them. Keep in mind, that @lancehunks was just 13 years old. And Bex (22) decided that these were appropriate responses:
Yep, you read that right. Not only an adult but employed on a kid’s show! To a 13 year old! The target audience of the very show she’s a part of! (Oh, the hypocrisy). But wait, there’s more:
Just in case you’re confused, let me tell you the many, many reasons why this is unacceptable.
Bex is an adult. You’d think she’d be a little more mature by now just in general. It’s the internet and there are trolls.
The person she was addressing was 13!!!! Do I think it was mature to tag Bex in all those posts? No. But it’s… behavior that you can expect from 13 year old’s on the internet. If we swore at and tore down every single one of them every time they did something dumb, we would need a lot more therapists for teens in the world. Plus it’s really disingenuous to pretend that we wouldn’t have done something similar when we were younger if we were in that position.
Bex is famous. While she’s certainly not on the caliber of massive A-List stars like Tom Holland or Zendaya, she has a fanbase that exceeds the normal person’s friend group. Just because she’s been on TV before, she has groupies that will support her no matter what, who will troll for her, who uncritically and unconditionally worship her. I’m not a Bex fan, nor do I really care to know her well enough to know just exactly how many fans she has, to be certain she does have them. When she publicly reblogged those words, that “motherfucker,” those fighting words, she weaponized her fanbase. What I mean when I say that is her behavior gave her groupies permission to behave the same way. By targeting someone who didn’t like her (a thirteen year old!!!!!), she opened the gates to her fans and groupies doing the same thing, to a kid.
This lead to some terrible things happening. The 13 year old was getting death threats, sexual violence threats, and nsfw content, all because Bex just couldn’t let it go.
What does this mean? Finish it? Finish the kid? If you’re so sick of the fighting, then why did you even respond in the first place? Bex is the one who escalated the situation. Bex is the one who caused the fighting in the first place (by that I mean the fighting between the two that night, the fighting between antis and shaladins has been going on for as long as the show).
There we go. Now he have something resembling dignity. But unfortunately the damage was done, and user @lancehunks deleted their blog. As a direct response to Bex’s actions. Bex caused a 13 year old to leave tumblr.
When hearing this news, Bex offered a half-assed apology:
This is the most insincere apology I have ever seen. “The internet has Bad things on it and it’s YOUR fault for seeing them” is not an apology. The best part is that she’s a big fat hypocrite. “Sometimes, when it’s harmless, the best thing I can do is shake my head and keep scrolling.” So why didn’t you Bex? Why didn’t you keep scrolling instead of targeting a 13 year old?
In light of recent political events, though there’s one thing that stands out to me:
Sound like anybody you know? The esteemed President, perhaps?
*disclaimer* I am in no way claiming that Bex is a Trump supporter. I don’t know enough about her–and I don’t want to know enough about her–to know where she leans politically. I’m just drawing the attention to the similarities in moral equivalency going on, here.*
Sure you targeted a 13 year old and weaponized your fanbase, but someone tagging you in a snarky post is just as bad, right? (Wrong.)
You’d think that would be the end. You’d think that Bex would be capable of living and learning, or maybe even just taking her own advice, and keep scrolling. But here we go again.
The next bit of drama started when the possibly canon guide book was released, stating Keith’s age as 18. There was a big celebration on the shaladin side because technically, that would make it “legal” for Keith and Shiro to have sex. Besides the fact that legal
≠ moral, again, Voltron is a kid’s show. But on tumblr this time, Bex posted this.
This time, the discourse surrounding Bex was a little different., This time, the discourse mostly focused on the fact that even if Shiro and Keith disregarded canon and morals and the fact that it’s a kid’s show ever did get in a relationship, the only thing that matters is how they like to have sex.
This is a problem for a lot of reasons. There’s a culture, pretty prominent on tumblr of women, mostly white, who are obsessed with gay sex. They write fanfiction and p*rn solely for their own personal gratification. This, of course, is a gross misinterpretation to wanting LGBT+ representation. If you aren’t a mlm (an acronym for men-loving-man, that includes many sexualities) then writing p*rn about is sexualizing them, using them as a tool to get yourself off, and not like complex human people. Mlm are more than how they like to have sex. In fact, that shouldn’t be a part of a discussion for anybody except between willing partners. This also feeds into the popular and damaging stereotype that gay men are predatory by nature.
So, as a whole, not good.
And again, we have a whole situation escalated by Bex. The worst part is, to people who tried to explain this to her, the only response they were given was a gif:
So once again, a minor dared to express their distaste for Bex on tumblr. But this time, they didn’t tag her. This time, they censored her name. But Bex found it anyway. And she decided to do the exact same thing that led to a minor leaving the website, and to stop watching the show.
Have no fear, this time though. This time, Bex is going after a 14 year old, at least she’s not going after kids anymore, right? [sarcasm]
Some final notes.
Bex claims to be an LGBT+ rights activist. I’m also pretty sure she’s a lesbian herself (again, I already know too much about her, I’m not looking to get to know her better.) So, you’d think, as someone who wants equality for LGBT+ people and communities, she’d have the wherewithal to listen to specific subsets of that group when they say something about themselves, like, for example, young mlm who don’t appreciate being sexualized by a white woman. So I couldn’t help but laugh out loud when I saw this on her blog:
Now, I happen to agree with the above statement, but it’s so ironic, so hypocritical that Bex is talking about the sexualization of anything. Because kid’s shows aren’t safe from her sexualization and mlm certainly aren’t. How can one person be so incredibly oblivious? A mystery that I don’t have any interest in solving.
I also want to address something a little more devious and a little more dark. I personally know of at least 12 different people who sent Bex asks, politely explaining some of the things I’ve talked about here, or relaying how her words hurt them personally. Bex never answered any of them. But she did answer this:
Just to be perfectly clear, I do not condone or encourage hatemail. Do not send people anything wishing them death or harm in any way. I have never sent nor do plan on sending hatemail, and you should be ashamed of yourself if you do.
However, this is incredibly nefarious. Bex doesn’t answer any of the many asks she got that were polite, but proved her wrong. She didn’t answer any of the young mlm who gave her their personal stories and who weren’t anonymous. Instead, she publishes this. And she did this on purpose, to make her look innocent, to make her look like she’s the one being attacked. I get hatemail every single day too. Things along similar lines to this. I block the user. Delete them, One, because I don’t want to expose my followers to that kind of negativity on a daily basis, two, a mature person knows that deleting them is the best kind of revenge because the user will be constantly looking for a response and they will know they had no effect on me and three, because if you do that, eventually they stop. This is intentional on Bex’s part to make the people who don’t like her look bad. I don’t like Bex at all, and I certainly do not support that message. Any reasonable person wouldn’t. Also the fact that it’s an anonymous message adds a certain air of doubt as to who sent it.
The point is, Bex is purposely ignoring polite and well-meaning people and posted this to “prove” she’s the one on the “good” side because no good person would send that message.
This is also worth noting:
This was posted after the lancehunks debate but before the power bottom comment she made. In this post, Bex admits that a relationship between Shiro and any of the paladins is predatory in nature. She said that. Her words. And then after that she said that Keith was a power bottom.
The last thing I want to say, is that Voltron is a kid’s show. It’s rated US-TV-Y7. Which means for years 7 and older. Regardless of the ship, there should be no sexual content, be it fanart, of fanfiction of Voltron characters at all. We are all collectively responsible for keeping content age-appropriate for the target audience. So, stop it. All and any ships.
For minors, this is my advice to you: Bex is a predator, a hypocrite, and a liar. Do not engage with her. Block her. Do not tag her in any of your posts. She has a history of targeting minors. Protect yourself. Do not engage.
Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.
Warning(s): Fluff & Angst
A/N: A scene is lowkey inspired by the perks of a wallflower in this chapter sksk enjoy you little cuties !! sorryforthewait
Richie pulled over, smirking as he watched Eddie’s confusion grow.
“You stopped here?”
“Yep, now get out.” Richie hummed, before climbing out of the truck doorway- grabbing his keys and standing to his feet.
Eddie was confused, his head tilted as he climbed out and looked at his surroundings. What stood before him was a tall abandoned carpark building surrounded in intertwining railings, the strands of thin grass below standing tall and knee length to Eddie.
“This is an abandoned building.”
“Well done, captain K.” Richie spoke with sarcasm, hands in his pockets, “This is my hideout.”
Eddie stepped forward next to Richie, glancing at the wired railings that stood before them both. “So, how do you get into the hideout?”
Richie hummed yet again, walking along the side of the metal, his fingers trailing against each curve. His eyes fixated on a small gap that he used to climb through when he was younger. “I’m presuming you’re not a climber, right Eds?”
“I am not climbing that thing, no way.” Eddie folded his arms, “There should just be an entrance-”
Once again, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained. I love you, B! This time around, the ever-so-lovely @chrissy22787 helped me out, and I thank you - immensely - for that, my dear friend.
Let me know what you think! Happy reading.
Even if Nick did piss him off, Harry couldn’t help but be proud of his best friend whenever he was awarded opportunities. He worked hard, and it was nice to see that hard work pay off in the end. So, when Nick mentioned that you were having a viewing party for his appearance on The Big Fat Quiz of the Year, Harry feared that he wouldn’t be able to celebrate the milestone with him.
“Ask her,” he demanded one afternoon.
Nick laughed, his eyes widening at Harry’s insistence. After little pleading from his friend, Nick sent a text asking you if Harry could be his plus one for the dinner party. Once he’d sent it, Harry forced Nick to show him the text for proof, figuring that it was just like him to say he’d asked you when he didn’t, instead showing up to the party with Harry anyway, thinking it was funny to throw both of you for a loop. Nick’s phone dinged minutes later, your name lighting up the screen. Your response of “Sure.” had caused Harry to go into an existential crisis, the wrinkle in his brow deep as he pulled at his lips.
“She doesn’t want me there,” he grunted. “‘m not goin’.”
Note: i don’t even…i can’t explain..ROLL WITH IT, Y’ALL. happy early Halloween!! i’m hoping to dress up as a vampire! anyways, here’s a smut post, because why not. i imagine Bucky with this hair in this? leave a comment! I love reading them! I hope you’re all doing well! .c
WARNING: It’s SMUT!! 18+ ONLY! If you’re underage and on my permanent tag list, please respect my wishes and do not read this. I’ve yet to go through and see which of you are under 18. I’m horrible, I know, but yeah. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!!
Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’ was pumping through your body, the music being so loud in the hallway from the party room. Tony was hosting his annual Halloween party - which you were a tad late to - and he invited nearly half the city of New York. Your shoulders brushed against others that passed by you, dressed as cartoon characters, supernatural beings, and even dressed as members of the team.
You’ve had to do a few double takes as you made your way to the party, nearly mistaking someone for Thor a few moments ago. He wasn’t nearly as tall, but he had the muscles and facial structure. Not to mention, the whole costume was on point, down to the Mjolnir.
For Halloween, you dressed as a cat. Leather black suit, a headband with faux fur black cat ears, a faux black tail that attached to your clothed ass by a velcro strip, and heels. It was a cliche costume, but it was last minute this year. You added the whiskers and nose with eyeliner to finish the look.
Plus, you already had the accessories from using them in the bedroom, so why not use them for this? Nobody would know.
Well, Bucky would.
The music was even louder as you stood at the entry door - you had to stop to take everything in. Ghosts hung from the tall ceiling, spider webs were littered over the walls with orange and purple fairy lights tangled in them, the tables had a large spider as a centerpiece, and fog rose above your ankles. The snack table had creepy looking snacks, a huge zombie cake was in the middle and was nearly half gone, and the punch bowl resembled blood.
Tony does not disappoint. He had planned this party in only a few days and it looked as if it had taken forever.
You smiled as you weaved your way through the dancing guests, searching for a familiar face. The strobe lights didn’t help, but it was easy for you to spot Steve and Sam near the bar. They were dressed as Woody and Buzz from Toy Story.
“Lookin’ good, fellas!” You hollered as you approached the two. They turned to face you and their eyes nearly fell out of their sockets as when they saw your costume. “Me-OW!” Sam gently grabbed your hand and bit his bottom lip as he looked you up and down. The team hadn’t seen your costume yet so this reaction was expected.
You laughed and shoved his chest. “Hm, couldn’t stay away from the wings, I see.” You smirked and Sam snorted, rolling his eyes. “Steve here wouldn’t leave me alone when he saw Toy Story for the first time. These costumes have been planned since August.” Sam muttered just loud enough for you to hear over the music.
Steve scoffed. “you were excited about it when I suggested it. This isn’t all on me!” He defended himself and you giggled softly. “I think you both look amazing.” You commented and straightened Steve’s cowboy hat, making Steve blush.
“Thank you, Y/N.” You smiled and turned to face the people on the dance floor, your eyes moving across them in search for your boyfriend. “Either of you seen Bucky?” You questioned, trying to see over the tall people. Steve hummed as he looked over the crowd, searching for him.
Bucky decided to dress up as Dracula for Halloween. His costume was also cliche, but you thought he looked sexy as a vampire. He wore a double buttoned victorian red vest over a white dress shirt and had a long, silk cape on, the inside matching his vest. His long hair was slicked back and you put fake blood drips from his lips to his chin earlier before you got ready. And when he smiles, those fangs remind you of when he bites your neck while he-
“There he is!” Your thoughts were interrupted by Sam. Your eyes followed his finger and you could see Bucky talking to Clint who was dressed up as a Mummy. Natasha, dressed up as Jessica Rabbit, was standing beside Clint. They seemed to be having a nice time, so you stayed with Sam and Steve.
“I’ll leave him be.” You turned to face the men again and watched Steve’s eyes trail down your body once more. “Don’t get all woody, Woody.” Sam snickered and Steve elbowed him quickly. “Shut up, Sam!” He whisper yelled. You couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes at them.
A few minutes passed while you spoke to them. The music was actually good this year and you were enjoying yourself a lot. A few friends stopped by a couple times, then you were left alone with the two men again. When they started talking about work related topics, you zoned out, facing the bar that was also decorated.
You hadn’t noticed that the two men left your side until a large body pressed against your backside, a metal hand and a flesh hand rest on your hips.
“Here, kitty, kitty.” Bucky’s voice was low and husky in your ear, it sent shivers down your spine. You bit your lip as he pulled you back against his crotch, nuzzling his face into your neck, giving it a small bite. “Mmm, good evening, master.” You heard the hitch in Bucky’s throat and he smirked, turning you around to face him.
You looked up at him and he squeezed your hips again. He let out a chuckle when you wiggled your eyebrows at him. “You look amazing, Doll.” His eyes focused on your slightly exposed cleavage. You felt yourself become bashful as his eyes raked over your body. He looked even better than you remembered when you helped him dress up.
“Being a vampire suits you,” You commented, watching the way his fangs shined underneath the lights. “I’d quite like you to suck my blood.” Your voice was seductive and Bucky bit his lip, the two fangs slightly poking his thick bottom lip. “I’d rather you suck me.” He whispered, moving his hands down to your ass, giving it a squeeze.
You let out a whine and started to become aroused. “Yeah? You want your cock in my mouth?” The innocent look on your face caused Bucky’s cock to twitch. He let out a harsh breath and nodded. You loved teasing Bucky and you knew exactly what to do. There was a bowl full of lollipops on the bar counter and you reached to your side to grab one.
It was cherry flavored and you unwrapped it, watching his face. Bucky kept his eyes on you, wincing at the tightness in his pants. You looked into his blue eyes as you raised the red lollipop to your lips. He gulped and you opened your mouth to lick it slowly, letting your lips wrap around it. Bucky’s eyes drooped and you let your lips come off with a pop.
“Kitten, you’re killing me.” He whimpered, playing with the tail hanging from your ass. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you grabbed his cloak, keeping the lollipop in your mouth as you pulled him through the room towards the door. You quickly made your way to the nearest empty room, which wasn’t difficult since everyone was occupied in the dance room now, all while maintaining a seductive sway in your stride.
You giggled as you pulled the lollipop from your lips and dropped it in the trash can outside the door, feeling satisfied when you heard Bucky groan behind you. “Damn, Kitten, your ass looks great.” He slapped your right cheek with his flesh hand and you relished the sting, shoving you both into an empty bedroom and shutting the door.
“Bet you want a taste, huh?” You giggled. Bucky quickly turned you around, slamming your back into the wall. You loved when he was rough with you. It took him a while to get used to it, even when he’d see you moan in bliss as he choked you, but he grew comfortable. You never pushed him and vice versa. You trusted each other.
Bucky growled and tugged down the zipper on your cat suit, unzipping it and moving it out of the way so your breasts were showing. “I fucking love these.” His teeth nipped at your breasts and you gasped when his hands squeezed them. “Bucky.” You whimpered his name and he bit down harder, eliciting a moan from you.
Your hands made their way into Bucky’s hair and he hissed, pushing his hips into you. “Are you gonna behave, Kitten?” His voice was barely over a whisper and you nodded, looking up at him innocently. “Knees. Now.” He ordered firmly. You sank down to your knees, keeping your eyes on Bucky’s. His eyes nearly closed for a split second as he watched you lower, the sight almost enough to make him cum then and there. Almost.
You reached your hands out to hold onto his thighs but he shook his head. “Keep your hands to yourself. I’m fucking your mouth.” The authority in his tone made you want to disobey and challenge him, but you decided against it. For now.
Bucky unzipped his pants and he shoved them down along with his boxers to his knees. His cock sprang free and slapped against his clothed abdomen. The sight made your mouth water and you absentmindedly leaned forward, your eyes locked on his thick member.
Bucky chuckled and his flesh fingers wrapped around his shaft. He started lightly tugging on it, the movement causing his balls to jiggle. “Mm, you’re so eager. You want me to fuck your mouth? Huh, Kitten?” He was teasing you with his words but you didn’t care. You were desperate to taste him, to feel his heaviness on your tongue.
“Please. I want it so bad.” You begged shamelessly, licking your lips. Bucky stepped forward and you sat up on your knees, keeping your back straight against the wall. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, letting Bucky slide his cock inside.
A shiver shook Bucky’s body and he gasped as you closed your lips around the tip, lightly licking as he kept sliding in. His hand left his shaft and he bottomed out, letting a groan fall from his lips as you relaxed your throat. His chest was heaving as he sat still. Tears started to form in your eyes but having his cock in your mouth and hearing the broken whimpers coming from above you, it made it all worth it.
Bucky pulled his hips back so half of his cock was in your mouth. He thrust only slightly, looking down at you as you hummed around him. You looked up at Bucky and his hips jolted involuntarily, his cock reaching the back of your throat again. “Fuck, such a good Kitten.” His voice sounded wrecked.
You moaned around him, urging him to start going faster. He chuckled deeply and rest the palm of his flesh hand against your cheek, wiping a stray tear. “Ready?” He whispered, spreading his legs a tad further apart. You nodded as best you could, causing Bucky bite his lip at the sensation.
He started to speed up and you relaxed your jaw so he could get even deeper. “Oh, that’s it. Yess.” His hands rest on the base of your skull, his fingers grasping locks of your hair. His balls started to slap against your chin and neck, and the sounds it was making caused your panties to get wetter by the second.
You looked up at Bucky through your lashes. He was a total mess. His head was thrown back, his eyes were closed, and his mouth was hanging open. You felt his hands tighten in your hair, tugging your head closer and off the wall. You gagged around him as he thrust particularly hard, your nose pressing against his pelvic bone.
“S-so good. Fuck yes, Kitten.” He whimpered your pet name and let his head fall forward. Your saliva was starting to come out from the sides of your mouth and he thought you looked so beautiful like this. He gave a few quick thrusts and gasped when he felt your tongue lick the underside.
He quickly pulled away from your mouth and you gasped for air, having not been able to properly breathe. A string of saliva connected your bottom lip to his tip. “I love your cock so much.” You wanted to lean forward again and take it, but you waited like a good girl. He smirked down at you, raising an eyebrow.
He started tracing your lips with the tip of his cock, knowing how crazy that drives you, but it drives him even crazier. “Do you?” He slid just a little in, watching as your wrapped your lips around his tip. You nodded and pulled away with a pop. “I want you to cum in my mouth.”
Bucky gasped and creased his eyebrows, his cock twitching. You reached a hand up and began to stroke him. “Please, cum in my mouth. I want it so bad.” You spoke in an innocent voice, lightly squeezing Bucky’s cock as you jerked him off. “Oh, Kitten. Fuck.” He let out a shuddered breath and you lifted your other hand to fondle his balls.
When you noticed his abdomen tightening, you put him back in your mouth. You stroked the rest at a harder pace and sucked on his tip, moving your tongue back and forth against the underside, hitting a sensitive spot. “I’m gonna fucking cum.” Bucky growled, jerking his hips forward.
He took control again, holding your head as he fucked your mouth. You moaned and squeezed your breasts together as you stared into Bucky’s eyes. He was a gasping and moaning mess as he watched you. Suddenly his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out a strained groan and you felt hot spurts of his thick and salty cum coating your throat.
You moaned at the taste, furthering his orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He choked out, his thrusts faltering just a tad. You swallowed all you could in case he had more, and he always does. You felt a few more drops land and quickly swallowed the rest down.
Bucky let out a heavy breath as he pulled out, tapping your cheek, silently telling you to open up wider. You let your tongue hang out and he smiled lazily when he noticed his cum was nowhere to be seen. “Such a good Kitten.” He pulled you to your feet and you smiled, licking your lips clean.
Bucky kissed your neck as he zipped your cat suit back up. His warm breath made you shiver as he leaned into your ear and your knees nearly buckled as you felt his metal hand slide in between your thighs, his palm cupping your pussy.
“I’m fucking this kitty later tonight. I want you wet and aching for me.”
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And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.
And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.
“and maybe sometimes we shout the things we never want to say, and whisper to ourselves all the things which our hearts want to hear.” - ma.c.a
pairing: min yoongi x reader warnings: mature, heavy angst genre:soulmate!au, slowburn words: 4,444 chapter index
it starts like this:
standing in a party that one of the college fraternities is throwing,
music blaring through a pair of speakers so loudly, that the voice of
the singer comes out in a buzz. You feel your heart jump with the
rhythm leaking into the room. You’re standing
in the foyer of the large house, the room filled with too many people
to be considered comfortable, bodies bump into you every few seconds,
but you can’t find it within you to care.
watch and laugh as Hoseok, one of your friend’s, does a keg stand.
Two boys you don’t recognize, and you’re sure neither Hoseok or
Taehyung do either, holding each one of his legs upwards. A number of
people have huddled around to cheer him on, screaming out a chorus
of, “Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!”
Camping Antics – ArchiexReader! Mini Fic - Part One.
hey guys, so this is going to be an ArchiexReader! mini fanfic, probably with two or three parts! This was a prompt sent in by @sweetvengeancee so hopefully it does it justice haha. Part one is basically setting up the storyline :) If you’d like to be added to the taglist, please hit me up, and also send me some feedback in my ask! :)
Summary: (Y/N) and the others go camping, which leads to Archie and (Y/N) sharing a tent for a night ;)
Warnings: THIS FIC WILL CONTAIN SMUT. There are hints of smut in this part, but please be warned, that the second part will definitely be smutty. Could I say smut any more? Yes, yes I could.
The sky was an inky, midnight blue with tiny pin-pricks of
bright white. The chill in the air was evident by the visible clouds of our
breath that enveloped our faces. We sat around the small campfire that Betty
had expertly lit, and the smell of toasted marshmallows wafted through the air.
She rests her head on his lap as his long fingers comb
through her hair. Her eyes are on him and she’s playing with the hem of his
hoodie that she had stolen out of his closet. Harry tears his eyes away from
the screen and looks down at her, her lip in between her teeth.
“Yeah,” he says.
“Couldn’t you go for a warm cookie right now?” Y/N asks, and
Harry laughs. He’s perfectly content without a cookie, but he knows Y/N wants
one, and he couldn’t possibly say no to her.
“We have no cookies to make,” Harry says, “we’d have to go
on a hunt and we aren’t even dressed properly.”
“So,” Y/N shrugs, “everyone we know is most likely drunk or
high at this time of the night, please Harry,” she sits up on her knees,
batting her eyes, her lips in a pout and Harry knows he’s about to go for a
late night cookie hunt in his pajama’s.
Y/N was the only one who noticed him.
She had noticed the boy hiding behind his book in the back
of the classroom, the boy who people pushed past in the hallways to get where
they needed to go, who they shoved in the lockers in an attempt to pass him,
she noticed him.
Harry loved Y/N, like really loved Y/N. Not just the type of
love that people have for their friends and families, no, Harry wanted to marry
Y/N. He wanted to wake up besides, fold the laundry together, have little silly
arguments over who walks the slowest or who left the fridge open, he wanted to
run to the grocery with her-he wanted her.
There were times when Harry truly and honestly believed that
Y/N felt the same way. The way she smiled at him, the way her eyes lit up every
time she saw him, the way she laughed too hard at his jokes, he believed she
felt the same way. But when Y/N mentioned her boyfriend Harry’s heart dropped.
He felt his stomach twist and the lump in his throat form, and for the first
time in his life he just really wanted to punch a wall.
Harry scrunched his nose, sneezing, and then adjusting his
glasses. He shut his locker, pressing his back against it as a bunch of
freshmen ran past him. He gripped his books, searching for Y/N and when he saw
her, he couldn’t help the smile that came on to his face. She looked up from
her phone as someone moved past her, shoving their shoulders into hers, she
rolled her eyes and smiled at Harry.
“First last day of high school,” Y/N cheered, stopping in
front of the boy in a sweater vest, “and then we are off to adult hood, can you
“Yeah,” Harry chuckled.
When Y/N first heard Harry speak she was shocked. She sat
next to him in her math class of junior year, and if she was being honest she
picked the seat to cheat off of Harry. She had been doodling on her notebook
when the kid in front of her slid his chair back (a little too hard) and hit
their table, Harry had scoffed, mumbling “what
a dick,” and Y/N had tried to not giggle. She had expected his voice to be
much higher and even a little nasally, but it was deep and filled with an
accent that was certainly not from her hometown.
“I mean Harry, we are going to graduate and then hopefully
I’ll go to college, but you for sure will and I’m going to visit you like all
the time even if you go to school half way across the world,” Y/N says.
Harry smiles, because with Y/N he knows she’s not kidding. Y/N
had never backed down on a promise, and before Jason came along, him and Y/N
were attached at the hip. Y/N would always be at the Styles’ house hold, baking
cookies with Anne, doing her nails with Gemma (and if she wasn’t around she
would make Harry get her toes), watching the game with Robin, and relaxing with
Harry. His family loved Y/N.
She was Harry’s first friend and they were all happy when
Harry started to come home with a smile on his face. He would go on to tell
them about Y/N, and how cute she was, and how she sat with him at lunch, or how
she had doodled on his paper, how they played little games of tic-tact-toe and
Y/N believed that she was a pro when really Harry let her win. Anne was more
than eager when Harry came home asking if it was alright if Y/N could come by
and watch a movie, “as long as you keep
your door open,” Anne had smiled, making Harry blush, “she’s just a friend mum, wouldn’t like me like that anyways.” That
night after Y/N left with some of Anne’s cookies and an invention to come over
whenever she pleased, Anne had turned to Harry as he cleaned up the popcorn, “I think she likes you like that,” and
Harry had simply ignored her comment, because she was Y/N, and he was just
“You’ll go to college,” Harry says to Y/N, smiling at her.
“Y/N’s cute, like
really fucking cute,” Harry had whispered to Gemma once when he had one too
many drinks. Y/N wasn’t even there, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her,
how she always smiled at him, how she just loved to cuddle up against him and
watch a movie they’ve already seen eight hundred times. Gemma had laughed at
brother, claiming he had said that once before and ushering him to put a
quarter in the swear jar.
Y/N’s pink lips formed into a pout. She then sighed, blowing
a strand of hair out of her face, and Harry took a second to admire her. She
had on a pair of white shorts and birks (which Harry loved to refer to as Jesus
sandals and he loved how Y/N would roll her eyes at the comment) their school’s
mascot printed out on her blue sweater, and her hair pulled up into a ponytail
and wrapped by a blue scrunchie.
“Yeah, community college,” Y/N says.
“Hey, community college isn’t bad, you can graduate and
still get a degree, or go for a couple years and then transfer, or take a gap
year, or not go at all, do what makes you happy,” Harry says.
Y/N groaned, “I don’t know what makes me happy Harry. I’m
not school smart, I’m just above the line to graduate, and like I can’t waste
thousands and thousands of dollars figuring it out, you’re lucky you know? You
know what you want to do, but I have no idea,” Y/N sighs, her eyes light up for
a second, “can I just like be your nanny, and you can buy lots of dogs and I
can live in your guest house and take care of them.”
“I’m a cat person,” Harry corrects her, his eyebrows scrunch
up as he looks at her, “wait, let me get this straight, you basically want me
to buy you a dog and then pay you take care of the dog I would buy for you?”
“Dogs, as in multiple, and you like dogs,” Y/N says bringing
her coffee to her lips.
“I like them when they aren’t mine,” Harry stated.
Y/N shrugs, “I’m just saying when you become a rich and famous
song writer that’s what we can do.”
“Oi, are you just using me for the future possibilities of
dogs?” Harry asked.
Y/N nods, a teasing smile on her face as Harry laughs. It’s
moment like this that Harry really just wants to lean over and press a kiss to
her soft lips, when he wants to wrap his arms around her and tell her how much
her loves her and then kiss her forehead, but he can’t. He remembers that when
he sees the tall brunette wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist from behind,
kissing her cheek and making Y/N bite her lower lip.
“Good morning!” Y/N grins, turning to hug her boyfriend,
“how was your morning Jason? You remember Harry right?”
Harry hated Jason, he always had. Ever since freshmen year
when Jason seemed to make it his life mission to make Harry’s life terrible.
Jason would subtly shove Harry into a locker, spill his drink on Harry’s work,
remark on his clothes-anything that would get under Harry’s skin. But the worst
thing Jason had ever done was take Y/N from Harry. All summer it was hard to
make plans with Y/N, and Y/N wasn’t one to leave her friends for her boyfriend.
It was already difficult for the two meet, Harry didn’t like
Y/N’s friends (they always seemed to whisper about him) and her friends didn’t
like him. Y/N had managed between the two groups, spending most of her time
with Harry, but when Jason came along Harry hardly saw her. He would watch as
Jason would claim that Y/N didn’t love him if he didn’t spend time with her,
forcing the girl into leaving Harry for him.
“Right,” Jason’s blue eyes flicker to Harry for a second and
back to Y/N, “you’re coming to my game tonight right?”
“Oh, I can’t! It’s Harry’s sister’s birthday and we’re
having a little party,” Y/N explained, “Harry and I have to pick up the last of
the decoration and cake after the school.”
Jason frowned, stepping back, “you’re my main support and
you’re not coming to cheer me on? Are you serious?”
“Jason, please, not now,” Y/N whispered, grabbing his hand.
“No, fuck you, you always prefer to hang out with this-what
even are you man? A sweater vest-really?” Jason turns to Harry, smirking at
“Leave him alone,” Y/N says, “I’m sorry Jason, but you’ll
have other games-“
“Clearly you don’t fucking love me or even care about me if
you’re missing an important day of my life to hang out with this loser,” Jason
snapped, “fuck you Y/N. Don’t talk to me.”
Jason turns and Y/N turns to Harry, “I’m sorry H, I’ll catch
up with you later,” and then she turns on her heels running after Jason and
calling his name, pleading for him to slow down and listen to her.
“Hey,” Gemma smiled grabbing a chip out of the pink bowl,
she nudged Harry slightly with her hip to grab his attention, “where’s Y/N?”
Harry rolled his eyes, “her boyfriend threw a fit that she
was missing his game and Y/N went with him, she did say she was sorry and will
take you on a spa day, and something about giving you your gift later on.”
“I hate Jason,” Gemma sighed, “he’s emotionally abusive.”
Harry shrugs, grabbing a soda, “I guess.”
“He is, he always threatens to hurt himself if Y/N says no,
or claims that she doesn’t love him and that’s not healthy, she deserves
better-she deserves you,” Gemma says.
“She doesn’t like me that way, plus I’m going away for
college and Y/N will make new friends and forget all about me, it’s fine
really,” Harry stated.
The party had turned into a slump, Gemma’s friends left
early, and Gemma didn’t mind-she herself was not a people person. She joined
Harry in the living room eating the chips and salsa as she watched her
heartbroken (even though Harry wouldn’t admit it) brother sit on the couch as
think about Y/N.
“Y/N’s a nice girl, she’s just a bit oblivious and a people
pleaser, I don’t even think she likes Jason she probably just feels bad
breaking up with him,” Gemma says.
“Hey, where’s Y/N? I wanted to show her what I just
planted,” Anne asks, walking into the living room with a trash bag.
“Boyfriend’s game,” Harry answered.
“I don’t like him that much,” Anne says, “is that bad? I
liked that other guy more-what was his name? Neil?”
“Niall,” Harry corrected.
“What happened to him?”
“Moved back to Ireland,” Harry says.
“Now why haven’t you asked her out?” Anne asked.
Harry stands, “I’m not having this conversation again, good
night,” he runs up the stairs, closing the door to his room.
Harry can’t help the smile on his face when he sees Y/N’s
name on the screen.
Y/N: This is so
boring and we are losing as usual and I hate it and I wish I was there and I’m
really sorry please don’t hate me
Y/N: I’ll take you to
get breakfast before school
Y/N: Nah forget that
I’m not getting up earlier than needed but let’s get a late lunch after school
Y/N: Want to nachos
Y/N: That’s nacho
your call we are getting them
Y/N: Why aren’t you
Harry: I didn’t see
this till now but after school works for me.
Y/N: Don’t put a
period it makes you sound all serious and mad
Y/N: I miss you
Harry: I miss you too
Y/N: I feel like I
haven’t seen you in weeks can I come over after wards? Pleaseeeeee
Harry: Why are you
Harry tosses his phone back on the bed, running to shower
and get some what decent before Y/N comes over.
Y/N sits on his bed, her legs crossed in front of her,
laptop on top and her hand in Harry’s bag of Cheetos, “I think I want to break
up with Jason,” Y/N stated.
Harry froze from his desk, the pen in his hand slipping out
of it and his heart began to beat fast. He wasn’t sure if what he heard was
real, but he knew he liked the statement, “what?” Harry asks, turning in his
Y/N shrugs, “I want to break up with Jason-I just don’t have
fun with him you know? It all feels so forced, and I really was going to wait
till we graduated and then I wouldn’t have to see him again but that’s too far
away. And anytime I’ve gotten some kind of courage to do it he gets upset and
tells me he’ll hurt himself.”
“You know he won’t,” Harry says.
“I think I do, but it’s a risk and I can’t be the cause of
someone hurting themselves Harry, I can’t,” Y/N says, sliding her laptop off
her legs and on to the bed.
“Then I think you should break up with him and if he makes a
comment like that you can go tell someone, we can go together to guidance or
call his parents-Y/N what he’s doing to you is not okay,” Harry says.
Y/N groans, tossing herself back on Harry’s bed, “it’s just
so hard Harry.”
“Y/N, does he like-does he hurt you?” Harry asks, his voice
just above a whisper.
“No, God no, he’s never laid a hand on me, one on one Jason’s
really sweet,” Y/N says, rolling on to her side and looking at Harry.
It’s small moments like these, when Y/N lays in his bed with
her PJ’s on, that he wishes he could cuddle up with her and just talk about
pointless things. It’s when Y/N is so comfortable in his room, on his bed, that
he wishes she was his, and he was hers.
“I think you should break up with him,” Harry repeats.
Y/N doesn’t respond that time, instead she just lays her
head on her arm, and Harry turns back to his work.
“Y/N,” Harry calls down the hall, making the shorter girl
stop and turn on her heels. He runs up next to her and Y/N giggled, reaching
out to tuck a strand of hair that curled over Harry’s forehead, “thanks,” Harry
says, the heat rising to his cheeks.
“Harry, you need to lay off the gel, I like your hair when
it’s natural,” Y/N says, “anyways what’s up?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to come over on tonight? Mum
and Gemma are going out shopping and I hate being alone in the house,” Harry
“Hey, Y/N, is this guy bothering you?” one of Jason’s
friends, Tyler, asks, stepping in between the two.
“Tyler stop,” Y/N says, placing a hand on his arm, “he’s my
“It’s okay,” Harry says softly, “I’ll talk to you later.”
“No you won’t,” Tyler hissed, shoving at Harry’s shoulders.
The action causes Harry to stumble back into the lockers,
dropping all his books. Y/N gasps, quickly bending down to his side, “what the
hell Tyler? I said I was fine, he’s my friend,” Y/N snapped.
Tyler steps forwards, his foot hovering over Harry’s glasses
for a second before he steps on them, Y/N frowns, “sorry,” Tyler chuckled,
“clearly I didn’t hear you.”
He turns walking down the hall and Y/N grabs the glasses,
looking at them. She frowns looking back at Harry, “I’m so sorry Harry-really I
“It’s fine,” Harry grumbles, sitting up and rubbing his
forehead, “thanks,” he grabs his broken glasses from Y/N and sighs.
“Let me help you,” Y/N says.
“I’m fine,” Harry retorts, standing and making his way down
Y/N stands with a frown, her grip on her bag tightening as
she stares at the boy stumbling down the hall.
When Harry opens the door Y/N is taken back. He stands with
a towel wrapped around his waist, wet curls stuck to his forehead and chest
exposed. She had never seen him so naked, so wet, and she finds it slightly
hard to breath. Harry pushes his hair back, and crosses his arms, Y/N had never
really noticed his biceps up until this moment and she can’t help but stare.
“What are you doing here?” Harry asked.
“You invited me,” Y/N says softly, diverting her attention
back to his eyes, and she notices his glasses are gone, “are you still mad at
“I’m not mad at you, just not in the mood,” Harry stated.
Y/N holds her arms up, in them lays a brown paper bag, “well
I come with Chinese food, and movies, and love,” Y/N says softly, a small smile
on her lips and Harry can’t refuse. He steps aside and she quickly makes her
way in, he shuts the door behind her, “where are you glasses?”
“Getting fixed, I just put on some contacts,” Harry shrugs,
“I’m just going to get dressed.”
Harry wonders off into his room and Y/N sets the food on the
counter. She’s singing softly to herself when Harry comes down the stairs, he
leans against the wall, propping himself on his shoulder and watching her. He’s
wearing her favorite shirt, a simple grey shirt with the Pink Floyd logo on it,
and some plaid lounge pants. Y/N turns giving him a smile.
“I like your hair without the gel,” she says, pouring some
rice on to his plate, “’s nice.”
“Thanks,” Harry says.
“What did you do before I came over?” Y/N asked, pulling out
the container with the eggrolls.
Harry pulls back a stool by the island and sits on it,
“nothing, worked out, showered, then you came,” Harry shrugs.
He looks different without his glasses and hair pulled back
and Y/N likes it. She likes the glasses, and his other style as well, but she
loved this Harry the most. The Harry that was relaxed.
“I, uh, broke up with Jason,” Y/N says, keeping her eyes on
the food in front of her.
Harry turns his head quickly (a little too quickly and he’s
surprised he didn’t break his neck), Y/N avoids his gaze as she bites her lower
lip. She looks a bit disappointed but Harry’s trying his hardest to not show
his happiness. He hated Jason and he hated that Jason had taken Y/N away from
“Oh,” Harry says softly.
“Anyways, I guess I’m back to square one,” she says, handing
Harry his plate and grabbing her own, “back to being single dog lady.”
“You have me,” Harry says.
Y/N smiles, plopping down on the seat next to him, “for now,
until you find someone as amazing as you and you fall in love with her and I
only see you once a month,” Y/N joked.
Harry chuckled digging his fork into his rice, the heat in
cheek started to rise. Harry just wanted Y/N, not anyone else.
“Harry,” Y/N says softly.
She rests her head on his lap as his long fingers comb
through her hair. Her eyes are on him and she’s playing with the hem of his
hoodie that she had stolen out of his closet. Harry tears his eyes away from
the screen and looks down at her, her lip in between her teeth.
“Yeah,” he says.
“Couldn’t you go for a warm cookie right now?” Y/N asks, and
Harry laughs. He’s perfectly content without a cookie, but he knows Y/N wants
one, and he couldn’t possibly say no to her.
“We have no cookies to make,” Harry says, “we’d have to go
on a hunt and we aren’t even dressed properly.”
“So,” Y/N shrugs, “everyone we know is most likely drunk or
high at this time of the night, please Harry,” she sits up on her knees,
batting her eyes, her lips in a pout and Harry knows he’s about to go for a
late night cookie hunt in his pajama’s.
“Okay,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes, “let’s go get some
Y/N smiled, standing and grabbing his hand. Harry stumbles
behind her and grabs his shoes.
The ride is silent, Y/N has her knees to her chest and Harry
rolls his eyes, “it the air bag came out your legs would break,” Harry stated.
“Well then, drive safe,” Y/N says. She’s scrolling on her
phone, picking a song to play when she looks up and over at Harry, one hand
rest on the wheel, the other on the gear shift, his eyes focused on the road in
front of them, “Harry,” she says, and he hums softly, “have you ever kissed
Harry keeps his eyes ahead of him, “no,” he says.
“I wish I saved my first kiss for someone I really cared
about,” Y/N says softly, “I always wanted it to be on my wedding day, or at
least with the person I would marry but instead I kissed someone when I was
“I want mine to be with someone special,” Harry says.
“Is there anyone you have in mind?” Y/N asks.
“Maybe,” Harry shrugs.
Y/N gasps, “Harry, you like someone and didn’t tell me? I
tell you everything!” Y/N says, turning in her seat to look at Harry.
Harry blows a raspberry in the air, and he knows he’s gotten
himself in a hole, “’s nothing for you to worry about,” he stated, “we’re
graduating and I’ll probably see her once a year if not I’ll probably never see
“You don’t know that, oh Harry! Who is she? Come on, I’ll
set you up,” Y/N says, wiggling her eyebrows, “I bet she’s amazing.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Harry says.
“She doesn’t feel the same way, I know it.”
“Well who is she?” Y/N asks, Harry stops in front of the red
light and turns to look at Y/N. His eyes are soft and his lips in a frown, and
She looks away, her eyes dropping to her lap, her lips
forming into her own frown and she’s thankful that her hair falls like a
curtain, blocking Harry’s eyes from her.
“What kind of cookies do you want?” Harry asks, he’s the
first to break the silence.
Y/N stands behind him, picking at the sleeves of his hoodie.
Her eyes on her feet which are covered in Harry’s too big shoes, she looks up,
“do you really think that when we graduate you’ll never see me again?” she
“There’s chocolate chip, sugar, pumpkin,” Harry mumbles,
reading the different kinds.
Y/N frowns, “Harry, just because we graduate doesn’t mean we
can’t be together.”
“Ah, oatmeal, that’s your favorite, right?” he asks,
grabbing the yellow package, “and we’ll grab a chocolate chip one for me,
oatmeal is shit.”
“Harry,” Y/N snaps, grabbing his arm, “stop ignoring me.”
“I’m not, I’m picking cookies,” Harry says.
“You can’t tell me you think we’ll never talk again and
expect for me to be okay with that!” Y/N yells, she takes in a deep breath and
she’s thankful that no one is in the store besides two workers and an older
couple, “why would you ever think I would want to leave you?”
“I never said it was you,” Harry says, brushing past her and
down the aisle.
“You didn’t have to, and you have no idea how I feel about
you, so you don’t get to say that I would never like you, and you don’t get to
act like I’m going to leave you the second I get my diploma,” Y/N says, the
lump in her throat started to form and she tried hard to swallow it.
“Because you’re you, Y/N,” Harry says, turning to look at
her, “you’re great, and when I leave you’ll make amazing friends and forget all
about me, I’m studying back in London and my family will most likely follow me
back, and you’ll stay here.”
“That’s not true-“
“But it is, girls like you, don’t like boys like me. The
only reason we’re friends is because you needed help passing your class and
then you felt bad for me,” Harry says, “I’m not fucking stupid, I know.”
“I’m friends with you because I like you,” Y/N says.
“Great, okay, now let’s go pay for these,” Harry huffs.
“Do you really like me?” Y/N asks, her voice is soft and she
looks so small standing there. Her eyes watery and Harry knows she’s still
“Y/N, let’s just pay for the cookies and go bake them, I’m
tired,” Harry says.
“Just drop it okay! It doesn’t matter, we aren’t going to be
in contact with each other once I graduate we won’t see each other anymore.”
“I like you too,” Y/N says, sniffling, “I really like you. I
like spending time with you, and being with you, and I knew I had feelings for
you but I didn’t think you would feel the same way,” she says, “and I thought
you would know by now that you’re my best friend and no matter where you go it
doesn’t change that.”
“It just feels like-like that as point you’re the one who
wants there to be no contact between us when we graduate, so I’ll make it easy
on you, just don’t talk to me anymore,” Y/N says.
Y/N starts walking ahead of him and Harry frowns.
“Y/N, come on,” Harry sighs, running behind her, “let’s not
He stops when he sees Y/N tear stained cheeks, “how am I not
supposed to be upset when my best friend is dead set on never seeing me again
after high school,” Y/N cries, hiccups slipping past her lips and Harry feels
his chest tighten.
“Shh, come on, let’s go to the car,” he says softly, tossing
the cookies on top of the ice cream and walking out of the store with her.
He helps Y/N get in the back seat and he slips in besides
her. Y/N muffled sobs fill the car as she sniffles and uses the sleeves of
Harry’s hoodie to wipe her eyes, “hey,” Harry whispered, wrapping his arms
around her, “sh, it’s alright.”
“No it’s not Harry, you made it clear-“
“I was being an ass,” Harry cuts her off, rubbing her back, “I’m
“Do you really believe that?” Y/N asks.
Harry shakes his head, “I don’t know Y/N, I never believed
that you would even talk to me.”
“I don’t want us to end,” Y/N says softly.
Harry closes his eyes, resting his head on top hers, he can
smell the coconut shampoo and he closes his eyes, “I’m in love with you,” Harry
admits, “and I guess I kept telling myself it was okay that you didn’t feel the
same way, because in a couple months it wouldn’t matter.”
“You don’t know how I feel, you never told me,” Y/N says, she
scoots back, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands, “and I wish you had
told me sooner, because I feel the same way Harry.”
Y/N places her hand over his, sniffling still, “I want to be
with you, and I’m taking a gap year anyways, and I’ve always wanted to travel
you know? I don’t think we should let college stop us from being together
Harry,” Y/N says, “I don’t want anything to stop us from being together. You’re
my best friend.”
“I don’t want you to say this because you feel bad-“
“I’m not, I’m in love with you Harry,” Y/N admits, biting
her lower lip and letting her gaze fall to her lap, “and I want to be with you.
For once, don’t over think it.”
Harry’s hand comes under her chin, “I think any fight is
worth it as long as you’re with me,” Harry says softly.
“Promise,” Y/N asks.
Harry nods, “I’ve never done this before,” Harry whispered when
she leaned closer.
Y/N’s lips are soft, and her touch is gentle. Harry finds
that it’s not hard, because nothing with Y/N is ever hard, she makes things
easy, and he’s more than grateful for her. He likes how soft her lips are and
how she’s careful with every movement, he likes how her hands tangle in his
hair, pulling him closer, and he realizes that he really fucking loves Y/N.
Last week, he and Adam had taken turns dragging each other on a moving dolly behind the BMW, and they both still had the marks to show it
Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didnt know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves.
“Do you think it makes me look tougher?” Ronan said, “It makes you look like a loser.”
“You’re a Neanderthal.” “Sometimes you sound just like Gansey,” Ronan said. “Sometimes you don’t.” Noah laughed his breathy, nearly soundless laugh. Ronan spit on the ground beside the BMW. “I didn’t realize that ‘midget’ was the Adam Parrish type.” he said.
Two years earlier, Adam had made his decision to come to Aglionby, and, in his head, it was sort of because of Ronan…even the way the other boy had moved, Adam recalled, had struck him: confident and careless, shoulders rolled back, chin tilted, an emperor’s son…He’d never wanted to be someone else so badly. In his head, that boy was Ronan.
“I’m always straight.” Adam replied, “Oh, man, that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”
A/N: So this is the first thing I’ve written in… about a month? So please be gentle! I appreciate your feedback and your patience with me, while I get back in the writing groove. ♥
Word Count: 1,066
Warnings: - none.
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“Bucky,” you whispered into the dark, your fingernails gripping at the sheets, getting caught in the fabric. Only the moon peeking through the equally as black curtains shed any light into the room, casting looming shadows on the walls. “I’m scared…”
When my plus-sized or fat girlfriends tell me, “I wish I had a body like yours,” or “I don’t feel good in my body,” I don’t say, “Well, skinny-shaming hurts too and I also have low self-esteem.” Even though the latter is true, I don’t try to one-up my friends’ experiences and plights. I say, “You’re beautiful and your body is fine the way it is. Do what makes you happy but society’s beauty standards are bullshit. People who put down women because they’re larger are ignorant and they’re not telling the truth.” I assure and affirm them and am aware of my thin privilege. I may have low self-esteem and don’t think I’m very beautiful either but that’s irrelevant when talking about thin privilege, which I have. I really wish people who have light-skinned, thin or white privilege would stop one-upping dark-skinned, black and large bodies whenever they express low self-esteem due to correlating beauty privileges and standards. I get tired of hearing, “Well, one hurt isn’t worse than the other.”