is it bad i laughed forever at this

I’m waking up earlier now. I’m sticking to a routine and I’m seeing more of the day. When I look out of the window, it’s spring and flowers are blooming. It’s getting warmer. I’m listening to more reggae and soul. I’ve started meditating again. I’m back to reading books instead of drowning in nonsense tv shows. I’m eating healthy, drinking more water and exercising daily. I haven’t had a argument or been in a bad mood for months. I’m smiling and laughing again. I’m back to being goofy. I’m spending more time with my family and friends. I’m back to hugging my mum instead of her hugging me. I’m more productive. I thought heartbreak and abuse was going to change me forever, but I’m slowly getting back to me. Listening to Angie Stone - No more rain, is my current mood.

- Meggan Roxanne

Heartbreak is not being in love at 16 with some silly boy who doesn’t love you back, despite what they say. Real heartbreak is not getting to experience the important things in life because you’re too damn strung up on a boy who won’t remember your name in a month. So, darling, find happiness in the smallest things, like being awake at 5:38am and watching the sunrise, or staying up until 01:30am sat outside looking at the stars because “looking into infinity you’ll realise there’s much more to life than what you do everyday.” Find happiness in the way your best friend laughs at your jokes that no one else besides her would understand. Find happiness in the way your mother makes your favourite dinner just because she saw you in a bad mood. Or find happiness in finally finishing your favourite book that you took forever to pick up and read. But most importantly, find happiness within yourself.
—  i-wonder-lust 
The Lovely Prince: Zen

He’s so gorgeous, the gods must’ve created him. And he knows it.

King of selfies. (Will take any opportunity to send you a picture of his god-given looks.)

A narcissist? Yes. But he’s not totally like that. He’s hardworking and caring. Remember that even when he’s supposedly “resting” he still works somehow? His determination is admirable. 

Although contanstly told he was ugly by his family and that being an actor was a stupid idea, he still made it. Zen made his dream a reality and he did it through talent alone. He didn’t receive any sort of financial help or whatnot from others. 

And he also has this side to him, a side only the mc gets to see. Just look at that smile, that smile where his eyes turn into crescent moons and he blushes. So cute.

A true gentleman: 

His phone calls are so sweet and cute. ❤️

Finally gets on good terms with Jumin. "Did you just laugh right now?” 

Loves the MC and will protect her at all costs.

Remember Zen’s “Cinderella” phone call?

“Most women want to be Cinderella, right? But I feel like I’m Cinderella…My parents weren’t bad people, I just grew up struggling a lot. And then I met Prince Charming. Someone who was as strong and as beautiful as that prince. That was you. I’ve always wanted to tell you that. I’ve been bewitched from the first time I saw you, but unlike the fairy godmother’s magic, this spell will last  forever.” 



Introduces the MC as his girlfriend to the public after clearing his name from false accusations made by Echo Girl.

Forever the cheesy romantic one.

“…No matter how far apart we are, we’ll always think of each other.” 

Happy Birthday, Zen! ♡

Among the numerous illegal activities the Black family were involved in, this particular tradition took place when one came of age, and began the process of becoming an illegal animagus.

Of course, Sirius Black doesn’t wait seventeen years. He befriends a quiet boy whose eyes are too old and have too many secrets, and when these secrets are revealed, it is Sirius who knows what he needs to do. It is Sirius who steals heavy books from the section of the family library cloaked in dark spells. It is Sirius who recruits two other boys into his Black family tradition, only it isn’t just tradition anymore, and this is a different kind of family.

Walburga Black spoke with poison her whole life, and occasionally she killed with it too. A second cousin who put his hands where they were not granted. A house elf who heard secrets not meant for her ears. A healer who failed to save her daughter, barely two hours old and two years before she named her son after the brightest star in the sky. The bite of a black widow is not usually fatal to humans, but Walburga had always been a particularly venomous person, as her husband would often rage at her. She would rage back and remind him what spiders did to their mates once they had no use of them.

Orion Black wore the curved horns of a ram like a crown of armour, but they were useless when protecting his family name, the name he married his own blood for in order to keep pure. He preferred brute force over reason, which was effective when used to inflict fear and pain. Yet fear and pain were weak motivators when it came to blood traitor sons and crazed spouses. Orion was the leader of a flock scattered far across a field, and he did nothing when the wolves came howling.

Ten months after Regulus Black turns seventeen and ten months after the Dark Mark is branded in to his skin, he transforms into a sleek black cat in the middle of Grimmauld Place, surrounded by men in masks. Of course, Sirius hears about it eventually. He jokes how they always fought like cat and dog, but cannot bring himself to laugh. In many cultures, black cats are considered a bad omen, guardians of death. A year after he transforms, Regulus Black is drowned in a cave by an army of the dead, where he guards them forever.

inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)

“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.

“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”

Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”

“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”

Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.

Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.

It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.

Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”

“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”

Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”


Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.

“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.

“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.

Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.

Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…

“Fuck,” Derek says.

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the waltz between us

a christmas story.

pairing: jimin | reader
genre: angst and fluff
word count: 15.754
warnings: mentions of alcohol

Taehyung always said there was something different about the house.

Located among stray trees on the side of a lonely mountain, the cottage that belonged to the Kim family stuck out like a sore thumb. It rose high and mighty, with sturdy wooden walls that had stayed put through countless snowstorms, and a thick roof pierced by two chimneys that puffed out billows of smoke during the coldest nights of winter. You could even describe it as menacing, and those unfamiliar with said place would agree without hesitation. There was a strangely compelling atmosphere that surrounded it, not particularly threatening, but intimidating nonetheless.

When you were young you always blamed the woods looming behind, which looked undoubtedly creepy at night. Taehyung, on the other hand, always claimed the cabin was alive.

It was, of course, the butt of the jokes within your group of friends — but no matter how many ghost stories you whispered into each other’s ears, there was still a sense of familiarity within the walls of that house, one that bound you close together in an unexplainable, but certain way.

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anonymous asked:

Hey you don’t need to answer this I just wanna let you know that I appreciate your blog and the info you put out. From what I see, you always credit sources. Keep doing what you’re doing ☺️

Thank you dear for being informed and not just jump to conclusions. That aside let me give the ones who do not know how I credit or are new to my blog how it’s done. I included recent posts because it seems even after seeing those some people can’t see it: 

There are many ways to credit, and I credit in different ways depending on the nature of the post. Tumblr has the option of adding the source of the post. That’s how Tumblr asks us to credit and that’s how I do it most of the times. because 1: it makes you find the original post easier as it redirects you to the original owner and thus you can then follow and support them. (post HERE)

I can add their page name + link when it’s an edit or a fansite (lately this is how I have been doing it)

When there are many people to credit I search and try to credit them all (post HERE)

Some people credit by adding links in the words in the caption. I do that usually when I make gifs but not commonly for other posts because Tumblr offers the option to delete a caption when you reblog so putting it in the source is the way I am sure the crediting will never be lost (post HERE

T.N: I learned long ago how to make my own gifs and I use other ones in posts that come from Tumblr’s library and use them legally with crediting

For news too I add the source. So how do we get the info like the one below? There is something called Media relations. It refers to the relationship that BIGHIT develops with journalists. Basically, the communication department in BigHit informs journalists that write an article and that’s how we know. Sometimes some journalist gets the info wrong or tries to gain bad fame by saying lies and make their post popular (yes I know, it’s sad. Some people can’t work hard on their own so they lie and try to use someone’s else name). As someone who gives you updates, I get my info from journalists or trustable armys that got the info from them. When it turns to be untrue, I make another post explaining that it was just a lie. 

This blog offer updates that mostly come from another source. It’s normal I am not the owner of it. It’s like you go to ALLKPOP and tell them, take off all your content it’s repost. Does that make sense? When I posts memes I make sure the name is not cropped away, that’s also the same way people on Twitter credit me (because A LOT of my content end up there too. And not just Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, weibo … ) many of my content end up being translated to many languages too and I get soooo happy when other ARMYs get to enjoy it.

AND For this part of the same person going around saying I am Kboo (they are like 3 people but got all the day to send hate asks. or they send ‘please tell me what is kboo, or they say ‘I heard mimi was getting hate what is it) 

So about this post this person contacted me and I told them the following 

But they still kept going around spreading fake rumors. At the time it was all over the American news that North Korea was going to attack. And Americans were joking about it. Now thinking about it, in the long term and out of that time and context it can be used the way this hater used it. As for the whole post many ARMYs liked it and for a looooong time no one found any problem with it until this person made its meaning turn this way (this is the post btw HERE At the time I received many asks from armys being nervous about BTS going to the bbmas and that’s how the idea came to me to make that post. So we can cheer up and say that everything will be fine )

Just after I answered them and edited my post they didn’t answer me again but they went celebrating saying they have an impact. And they felt important. They never felt bad for any race, they weren’t protecting anyone just wishing for someone to notice them here because no one knows them through their blog never made it. They have been talking about this day and night trying to plot how to bring hate

Their goals are to hate on everyone and make content creators delete their posts. The same content creators that make posts about BTS and updates to help this fandom. This is the one who started it even her name have “ANTI” in it. What did you expect? also she is HOMOPHOBIC (not just against ships) and hate JIKOOK shippers

When she found nothing to hate on and realized pple are seeing the truth she went to attack my dear followers aka a big part of the ARMY fandom in this blog 

Aside from Jikook shippers she says she wants to beat up all shippers. Seriously, guys, this is the person you have been believing. creating an account and turning all our fandom here into a war when we could be enjoying waiting for Mic Drop tmrw

After people called her out for her lies and why she bullies blogs and spread hate and thinks people are dumb to believe every screenshot she puts and paints another color. She changed her URL.That’s what she does. Start inner fanwars and then change her URL like nothing happened. If she was really honest will she do that?

For this post below, it was edited in a way to make me pass for a colorist or something. At the time haters started rumors about BTS saying they were colorists. I made a post explaining the situation. This person didn’t understand my point. At the time I wanted to keep the positivity, and the post who was trying to correct ideas took other proportions about the term so I decided to take it down. To not let the people in the comments feel ‘shut down’ I decided to contact them and told them ‘i will turn the article private/delete it if you want to discuss the situation more I will be glad. One of my followers was happy and we talked peacefully. Another one was no matter what I said had this idea that I was against them. I kept telling them I understand their point and that colorism is bad we should never judge someone on their skin or show favoritism. They used a definition that was not fitting if we wanted to talk about colorism is Korea. I told them I was very pale and was bullied for it in the past so I know how it feels to get treated that way. The discussion with that person was going nowhere, it was like I was talking a wall. So I just told them. I will end the discussion here. But that person took the discussion and edited out to make me look bad. If they read this I hope they post the whooooole thing. 

That person was using this definition. the first one that pops up on google when you write the term and said they did their research

I was trying to tell them that the term today is used both ways. For example in some countries, you are insulted for being pale. but they really edited that out to make me look arrogant. If I was arrogant will I even contact them to ask for their opinion? Why would I care about a comment if I was arrogant? My followers know how I always answer even replies when someone sends me a message I answer them too. Why is it easy to believe lies? That same person received a lot of hate because of that post because at the time people knew what I was talking about and people were telling them to stop their lies. Now they and the people above found each other and started this comedy. That person who edited the discussion was defending and saying how BTS are racist and colorists. Now, look at that plot twist!

Untrue: I made a post explaining the situation that antis used against our boys

I work hard on this blog and I never complain because I love seeing the smiles on many of my dear follower’s faces. I slept 1 hour a night lately because of the recent updates (but I am using a facemask now, that thing IS LIFE). I still had to carry my IRL schedule too. I am someone who loves to spread love. I always invite to respect all religions, races, cultures … I always felt proud to say how ARMY is so diverse and how the love to BTS made us hold each other’s hands no matter where we came from. I will continue being kind and refuse to hate anyone here. When I don’t feel like someone is worth it and I don’t want to see them in my dash I block them (easy peasy). It’s not mean to block someone, it’s mean to start fake rumors and try to bring down a fellow army who is just here to help. My parents thought me to not judge on words or faces or situations. And Just like I wished some months ago my dear Muslim followers ‘Happy Ramadan’ this time for anyone enjoying this beautiful day with dear ones: Happy Thanksgiving guys. I am happy to be part of ARMY and even the dark side of this fandom I embrace it fully, one day they will hopefully listen to BTS’ lyrics and message and learn that bullying is bad. BTS in the past were said to be racist. They were said that they copied all their concepts and music but look at them now. Good people end up going places, bad ones stay in a hole forever.

Ah, tomorrow in Mic Drop Remix right! oooooooh boi I will enjoy it! If you hear someone screaming in excitement tmrw it’s probably me HAHAHAH (this is how I laugh btw I never use KKKKKKK What even is that HAHAHHAHA. I am like a One Piece character IRL tho I have waaaaay better options I laugh in all different ways Hohohoho hihihihi GAGAGAGAG KOKOOOOKO KEKEKEKEEEEE PWAHAHA PWHIHIHI WTH is that HAHHAHAHHA It’s just laughing. OMG this whole situation is stupid - #LOVE YOURSELF #LOVE MYSELF #END VIOLENCE #DON’T BELIEVE ANONS HIDING BEHIND LIES YOU ARE A SMART PERSON USE YOUR BRAIN)

T/N: I have aaaaaall the receipts. I am an inspector ARMY and if you have seen my analysis you will know how crazy detailed I am. Once I start my research it’s insane (find my BS&T jpn vrs analysis HERE and Pied Piper HERE and Not Today that I made just when I created this blog HERE). So me not naming the ones starting those rumors is for two reasons: 1- I prefer to give publicity to artists, writers, amazing content creators … not someone who is untalented and mean. 2- I am into positivity and positive people. I talked to them, and took away all the content that they say made them angry but they still asked me to delete my blog then went after that telling their friends “oh wow look at my impact I made Mimi such a big blog delete” then gathered their 3 friends and wrote anon asks for blogs who unfortunately didn’t check the facts and jumped to conclusions. They also took my words out of context to edit them out just like in the past people did to BTS (the irony). These same people reblogged half of my posts and get all their updates from my blog but go ask people to ignore my content. Basically, they are using everyone, making this fandom fight each other and laugh it out loud.  Will you believe an anon hiding or a blogger that dedicates herself to this fandom? you choose dear ^^ either way. In my heart even now, I hold no hate just a tiny bit of pity toward the ones who live such a life.

I will keep spreading positivity and smiles. I have a very tight relationship with my followers and I believe fake rumors will not break it. LOVE YOU ARMY! LOVE YOU ALL! 

I want to add one little thing: I am a human too, I make my mistakes and that’s how I learn. I never intend or intended to harm anyone and I am remorseful if you felt that way. Truly. In the matters above. I now believe those topics are something I should not tackle easily and I will never make any remarks like that nor touch any of the subjects above. I am just someone who wants to love and help, believe me. I do much social work irl too that if you knew of you will laugh at these people accusing me. Thus, I will learn more and research more on the subjects above and try to educate myself properly on these various matters because I don’t want to be the person who thinks she never does anything wrong. Those people above attacked me and falsely accused me, but this is a chance for me to grow as a person and learn more about the subjects above. Thank you for anyone who is giving me great advice. 

And for the liars that don’t seem to have a life, I dedicate MIC DROP to you “There is no need to meet again (I already blocked you), this is my final goodbye. There is nothing to say, don’t even apologize. You will see you will end up like that. I am piecing, with my mutuals and followers like coke. Your corneas are shocked *MIC DROP* 


parents kissing (stefan salvatore drabble)

you and stefan are the parent figures of your friend group and he ends up suggesting something that’s a little crazy at first.

(gifs aren’t mine!!)

“Damon Salvatore–NO!” You glare at Damon as he and Kai prepare to throw daggers at one another in some sort of game.

“Kai, cut it out,” Stefan walks in the living room and grabs the knife out of Kai’s hand on his way towards the bar.

“Hey!” Kai whines, stomping after Stefan as Damon points and laughs at him.

“Damon, please act your age– you’re almost 200 years old,” Stefan raises his brows at his brother who shrugs almost proudly.

“Damon. Hand over your knife, NOW,” you glare at him and he raises his brows, almost amused by your attempt to scare him.

So you walk over to him with a confident smirk on your face. Seeing the confidence, Damon kind of shrinks down. You stop right next to him and pulls his head lower so that you can whisper to him. You see Stefan and Kai’s eyes on you and so you put a little extra effort into both your performance and the threat that you’re whispering in Damon’s ear.

By the time you’re done, Damon shudders and gives you a disgusted look while handing over the knife. You kiss his cheek and give your audience a little curtsy before walking over to the bar.

“That was so hot,” Kai whispers, clearing his throat as Stefan gives him a look.

“I think you should go to your little friend Damon. If you’re lucky, he’ll tell you what I told him,” you raise your brows innocently and Kai runs over to Damon, almost tripping on his own two feet.

“You definitely threatened to rip his dick off,” Stefan looks over to you and you laugh.

“In very graphic detail. God I almost felt bad. Almost,” you smile as Stefan hands you a drink.

“They’re like children. I mean I get why,” Stefan shrugs. “Neither of him had the best childhoods, so it makes sense that they’re trying to make up for lost time but still.”

“Oh god and they’re both vampires. It’s gonna be like this forever,” you groan and Stefan laughs lightly, taking another sip of his bourbon.

“We’re gonna need a lot more bourbon to get through this life. We’re running out as it is.”

“I call supply runs if you watch the kids?” You raise your brows towards Stefan who looks too hesitant for your liking. “Come on! I’m human! What if these idiots kill me?”

“You know they won’t ever do that.”

“And how can you be so sure?” You take a sip of your drink as Stefan thinks of what to say.

“I know that they wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you because I would murder them,” Stefan shrugs as your mouth falls open.

“Oh come on you can’t do that!” He raises his brows and you hold your hands up. “Look, I’m not saying I want to be dead, but accidents happen where vampires are involved.”

“You can’t just be written off as an accident, Y/N,” Stefan shakes his head and Damon smirks at the two of you, winking in your direction.

“Why does Damon look like that?” You furrow your brows as Stefan rolls his eyes.

“It’s nothing.”

You look back at Damon and this time he and Kai are both giving you a wierd look… Is Kai blowing kisses at you?

“Are they really that turned on by me ripping off their balls one at a time?” You finish your drink and Stefan laughs, shaking his head at you.

“No, they’re waiting to see your reaction after I ask you out. Also they’re listening in on our conversa–”

“I’m sorry did you just say they’re waiting for you to ask me out?” You raise a brow at him. “Why would you do that?”

“Well we’re like the mom and dad of the group, so it’s fitting.”

“Please tell me you have a better reason than that because I want to say yes, but you’re making it hard,” you rest an elbow on the table and Stefan sighs, dropping his head.

“The truth is that I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while, but things managed to get in the way. For one, my mom came back to life. And then Caroline happened. And then–”

“Alright, I’m familiar with the trainwreck that’s been our lives these past few years. Go on.”

“Well the thing that pushed me over the edge is that date you went on with Kol. I haven’t been that angry in a very long time, Y/N,” he sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I saw him wrapping an arm around you and making you laugh and it made me angry.”

“So you’re asking me out because you’re angry?” You furrow your brows, determined to fuck with him as much as you could.

“No, Y/N, listen. AGH,” he groans, turning his head the other way. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

“So you’re gonna give up because this is getting hard?” You turn him around to face you again. “I don’t know how this is going to work.”

“See? I knew–”

Originally posted by painfulblisss

You cup his face and press your lips against his in a gentle kiss, a small smile on your face as his hands slowly move around your face.

“Yes, I’ll go out with you,” you whisper, a smile growing on Stefan’s face as he leans in for another kiss to which you gladly oblige.

“Seeing your parents kiss is so disturbing,” you hear Kai’s voice as Damon gags.

You and Stefan burst out laughing at the two idiots who were practically your children. This was gonna be fun.

anonymous asked:

But Jensen says that they ordered the 3 least ordered items on the menu.... like did they share them!!!!! Cause surely they would both get 3 to themselves?

They absolutely got them to share. Without a doubt. Misha ordered for the both of them. They had a taste experience together so they could have something to talk about at the table. They shared 3 bizarre and unpopular food items off a “new-age-y” menu and there were almost certainly a few instances of “what the actual fuck, you have to try this shit, if I suffer you suffer” feeding each other. Jensen probably leaned over the table and ate off of Misha’s fork, pretending to be grumpy about it while he chewed. They probably swapped plates several times and Misha even probably said at one point, “You know, this actually isn’t too bad.” Jensen probably wore a nice shirt and Misha probably wore something stupid that ended up getting a stain on it by the end of the night and they probably drank too much wine and Jensen probably laughed at every word Misha said over a plate of literal brains that he let Misha pick off of intermittently and he could probably feel himself falling in love right then and there and oh my god they shARED FOOD ON THEIR FIRST DATE NOTHING WILL EVER BE OK AGAIN

Tozier, Meet Right Hand - Richie Tozier x Reader (IT)

I owe the anon that requested this an apology because this imagine is over a month late. I feel so guilty for not getting this out sooner but I’ve had a whole slew of mental and physical health problems over the past 4-6 weeks and my emotional PTSD has been weighing me the fuck down. I hope you know that your requests mean more to me than you will ever know. With so much love, E <3

Prompt/Plot: #3 - Anxiety/Panic Attack. Richie has a very hard time admitting his love for Y/N—especially when she seems so close to Bill—but after she shows up at his house in a snowstorm, and helps him after he has a panic attack in Neibolt, he’s ready to make an exception.

Warnings: Richie has a panic attack. Swearing and mentions of masturbation (it’s Richie. What canya do?)

A/N: Written in Richie’s POV. There’s a flashback to the snowstorm that’s acknowledged with time marks. Not a BillxReader though it may seem like so at first.

Words: 5659

July 1989

“Fuck,” I mumbled as Bill, Eddie, Y/N and I stepped into Neibolt. The stale and visibly dusty air wafted around us like smoke in a wind-tunnel. “Wonder how many lepers’ve died in here.”

“Sto-” Eddie gagged audibly. “Stop with the leper talk, Richie! It was,” A click-wheeze came from Eddie’s aspirator as he breathed in deeply. “It was one time!”

I chuckled and looked over at Y/N. She laughed as she knelt down to tie her shoelace with a happy tranquility that almost made me forget we were standing in the middle of a crack-head house. If it wasn’t for the creaking of the heavy, wooden door struggling shut behind us—locking us away from Beverly, Ben, Stan, and Mike—I could have easily thought that we were standing in the middle of the old, dark section of the library where they keep the original copies of Shakespeare, right next to Jesus’s passport.

Bill—our own fearless leader—turned and spoke once he found his bearings. “Guh-guys,” He croaked. We could all tell he was scared, but he stood his ground and hid it well. “I th-thuh-think we sh-ssh-shuh-” He couldn’t get it out.

Y/N stood beside him and slung one arm over his shoulder to calm him. Something bubbled in my stomach. “It’s alright, Bill.” She reassured, her voice soft. “Take your time.”

Bill smiled down at her and she smiled back. The bubbles churned. It was like someone was boiling a kettle in my guts. I looked at the word Freese’s on my shirt. What the fuck? I asked, almost out loud. You’ve had beef burritos before. Would you cool it?

“Th-thanks, Y/N.” Bill managed, ready to start again. “I th-think we shuh-should split up.” His stutter had nearly disappeared with Y/N at his side. Yeah, I chimed in my head. Let’s all split up, Bill. I’ll bet my allowance you and Y/N will find each other anyway. Something clicked in my head. I didn’t do it often, but I found myself stopping to think, and suddenly the feeling made sense. It wasn’t the burritos. It was seeing Y/N help Bill. It was watching Y/N hug Ben when he gave her his spare change for gum. It was hearing Y/N say, ‘I’d hop in Brian’s parachute pants.’ when we watched The Breakfast Club on VHS in Beverly’s apartment. It was because I don’t look like Brian from The Breakfast Club, or Bill, or Ben. Fuck, I thought. The realization crashing over me like a black, choking wave. Richie Tozier, you jealous shit. I could feel my cheeks going red and my pants growing hot. Fuck, I groaned. Fuck. No. Not here. Not in fucking Neibolt. Run your mouth, Tozier. Crack a joke. Spit a remark or something. Do a voice. Do a voice, Richie.

And like that I was Shaggy. “Like zoinks, Fred!” I carolled. “It’s like, get another catchphrase or something, huh-ha!”

Y/N chuckled—Success—but quickly shrugged it away so she wouldn’t make Bill feel bad, but Bill didn’t care. He was determined to find this made-up, whack-job clown. “Ruh-Richie and E-Eh-E-” He tried.

“We get it, Bill.” Click-wheeze. “ Richie and I can stay Can stay on the ground floor if,” He pointed a finger at Bill and Y/N. “You two wanna go upstairs.” The kettle clicked on again broiling harshly. It was so hot that I almost missed the joke opportunity. That’s my cue, I thought.

“Yeah,” I laughed, wrapping my arms around Eddie. “Oh, Bill!” I squeaked. “I’m so scared, Bill! Won’t you hold me?” I shuffled my arms dramatically up and down Eddie’s back and hair, making loud kissing noises. “Mwah mwah Mwah! Oh, Bill! Mwah mwah mwa-”

“Richie!” Eddie shouted and squirmed. “Richie my hair! Have you even washed your hands in the past twenty-four hours, Richie? Richie!” He pushed away, hands rushing up to his head to fix the mess. I doubled over,  laughing so hard I could barely breathe. All the heat left my stomach. I managed to stand up and wipe my glasses off, but looking at Y/N I saw that her cheeks were red. Really red. She was embarrassed. Welp, I concluded. That’s it, Trashmouth. You threw away any shot you had. Tozier, meet Right Hand.

Bill put an arm around Y/N’s shoulder and they turned towards the rickety staircase. Wanna go for broke, Tozier? My thoughts were coughing at me. I know well enough that my mouth’s a badly cracked dam, and it’s impossible to stop the leaks.  “Be safe you two!” I spurted as they walked away. “Use protection!”

There was a scoff from Eddie. I grinned a Trashmouth’s grin at him but turned back around to find Y/N looking at me. She was disappointed. I would have walked back to my house and locked myself away until I died if Eddie hadn’t scolded me once she and Bill were out of sight. “Are you serious, Richie?” He chided. “Would you just tell her you like her already?”

I turned to Eddie so that I could glare at him through my thick frames. “Gee, Eddie.” I quipped. “Let’s see, if you’re the only Loser I’ve confessed my love for Y/N to, and believe me, I regret that… well… I suppose two and two equal no. Fuck no. Never.” I adjusted my glasses, which were sliding down my hot face. “She’ll never know because she’ll never feel the same way.” I turned to walk away. Anywhere but there under Eddie’s decrypting gaze. “And that’s the story, Eds.”

I made my way to a small alcove—It looked like a living room. In the middle, a lone chair sat in a slew of tangled roots and dead vines, sprouting from the ceiling—but I didn’t make it far. “Richie,” Eddie called. His voice sounded different. Less frustrated and more confused.

It enticed me to look at him again. “What, Eddie?”

He stared at me, eyebrows furrowed. “Richie, you said ‘love.’”

When did I say Love? I thought. I tried to remember but I felt about as confused as Eddie looked. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Eddie suddenly smiled. His cheeks turning up to mock me. “You finally said it.” He chirped. “You wouldn’t admit it before, but you just did. You said ‘my love for Y/N’, Richie.”

A floodgate opened. I did say that. Richie Tozier is a bastard in love, Ladies and Gents. I could feel my cheeks catch fire, probably a vivid crimson, and as I mulled over Eddie’s words I could hear his voice, somewhere else, somewhere distant, somewhere on the other end of a telephone line.

Winter 1988

“Richie, could you tell Mrs.Douglas that I won’t be in class tomorrow?” Eddie said into the receiver.

I chuckled. “What’s the matter, Eds? Rather tickle your pickle while your mom’s at work than sit through math?”

Eddie when to sigh but his shitty lungs spat a wheeze instead. “No, you idiot.” Click-wheeze. “My mom’s taking me to the doctor.”

“Why,” I quipped. “Dick stuck in the VHS player again?” He scoffed, but I laughed.

“Richie! That’s gross!” He wailed. “I’m going to the optometrist, dip-shit. My mom wants to make sure I don’t need glasses.”

“Just where my extra pair,” I suggested.

It was Eddie’s turn to laugh. “I can see Jupiter in those fuckin things.”

We both giggled, but the moment was cut short by the doorbell. I listened closely to see if I could hear my mother’s footsteps, wondering if she was sober enough to be awake. Silence. “Hold on, Eds.” I sighed, knowing very well that she was unconscious. “Doorbell.”

Put the phone down, but didn’t hang it up, and ran down the stairs. The front hall carpet was cold, a sign that the snow storm blowing outside was as bad as the weather goons had predicted. Putting a hand on the cold, brass doorknob I noticed that I never knew who to expect when opening the door. It could’ve been a salesman, or a dinosaur, or God himself. Frankly, I would have expected anyone else before I expected her.

It was Y/N. I knew her face immediately because whenever she passed in the hallway it was all I could see, though Eddie was the only one who ever caught me staring. She looked cold. So cold that she was shaking, her hands clutched to her chest. Even with frostbite, she was stunning. So stunning that I forgot to crack a joke, or at least say Hey.

“Richie!” She exclaimed, her voice barely audible in the wailing wind. I noticed her teeth chattering in between words. Don’t be a pussy, Tozier. Let the pretty girl in.

I moved out of the way and put one hand on her shoulder, guiding her into the house. “Holy shit, Y/N,” I said, stunned. “What the hell are you doing outside in that storm.”

She chuckled. My concern wasn’t a joke, but even in the cold, her laugh was warm, like Saturday morning sunshine. “It wasn’t this bad before.” She assured. “It was nice enough to walk to Mr.Keene’s, but all of a sudden the wind picked up and the next thing I knew I was on your doorstep.”

I chuckled, feeling an odd sense of honour that she recognized my house and felt safe enough with me to seek shelter from a snowstorm with me. “You can stay here until it passes if you want.” I offered, hoping and praying that the storm would last forever. Now’s your chance to get to know her, Richie. I thought. Now’s your chance to impress the hell out of a pretty girl from the safety and comfort of your own home.

Y/N smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Richie.” She said. “I really appreciate it, especially because,” She paused. “Well, I guess we don’t know each other that well, do we?”

I thought about it for a second, but only because it took me aback. I felt weird to think that I’d known her for any less than forever. I shrugged my shoulders. “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” I lulled casually in my best Clark Gable impression before turning towards my kitchen. She chuckled. I felt a sense of success I rarely felt with my parents. My Dad always working, my Mom always drinking. It made me feel good. Hopeful. Like I’d been working in a sulfur mine all my life and just caught my first breath of fresh air.

I was looking at her differently now. I didn’t just see a beautiful girl I’d love to parade around the school beside. I saw a beautiful girl who—despite being frozen—radiated warmth and light. I felt a sudden urge to sweep her up in my arms. Shut up, Trashmouth. My head spat. You’ll only ever be the kid who lived in a warm house when she got caught in a snowstorm. The thought hurt, and though I tried to push it out, it pushed back. You shouldn’t flatter yourself, Richie. The least you can do is help her enjoy her stay in your dark and lonely house before she forgets all about you. Now, go be a man. I took a deep breath. “You look freezing.” I acknowledged, motioning to her shaking hands.

She chuckled. “I guess so.” I could still hear her teeth chattering. At the bottom of the stairs sat the clean laundry my mom was going to take up before she popped the cork on what was probably her second bottle of wine that day. I grabbed a blanket and walked over to Y/N, pulling it around her shoulders.

“Here,” I mumbled bashfully. “You should probably warm yourself up.” Her face was so close to mine that I could smell her chapstick. Cherry. She smiled as we made eye contact and then reached up and fixed my glasses, which were sliding down my face. I chuckled. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Her smile grew. “Thanks for letting me stay for a little while.”

I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to calm the goosebumps. “No problem.”

We made our way into the kitchen. I flicked the kettle on. As I was searching through the cupboards for the box of hot chocolate mix, Y/N took a seat at the table. I could hear her pull the wooden chair out and sit down on its creaky seat. I looked for the hot chocolate a little harder, with hopes that I’d find it soon and could distract Y/N so she couldn’t notice how dusty and cold the house really was.

As if to confirm my worries that she was looking around, eyes scanning the walls and shelves to find some secret part of my backstory that she could crack, I heard her chair push back on the linoleum floor. I heard her step around the table to the wall with the family photos on it, her socked feet making only soft sweeping sounds. Please, I begged, practically tossing bowls and cups across the floor. Please don’t look at those. They’re not me. I’m not my family. I’m not my mother, the alcoholic, or my father, the worker who ignores his trashmouth son. I’m not them. They’re not me. They’re not-”

“So this is your family, huh?” Shit. Her voice was soft and polite. Enough so that I ignored her almost presumptuous question.

“Yeah,” I joked, ignoring the mess of kitchenware and the fact that I probably had no hot chocolate to begin with. I walked over and stood with my back to the photos, facing Y/N. I smiled an overdramatic grin. “Don’t we look alike?”

She chuckled, seeing clearly that my parents and I held little resemblance. “Are either of them home?” She asked, eyebrows furrowing. She was wondering why she hadn’t thought of asking earlier.

I debated lying to Y/N. Telling her that both my parents were in Venezuela on an expedition or something. But looking into her eyes I found something pure. Something whole that said ‘I won’t judge you, Richie. You can trust me.’ And so I trusted her, but not with the whole truth. “My dad’s at work,” I explained. “My mom’s having a nap in the den.” Quick thinking, Richie. If you were only that quick on your feet, maybe you’d have less trouble with Bowers. My stomach hurt just thinking of the mulleted asshole, so I focused on Y/N. I studied her face and found no signs of judgement, only curiosity and beauty.

“Oh,” she said. “Will she be mad if she sees a girl in the house?”

I thought about it for a second. The answer was yes. She would probably be appalled. She may even throw Y/N back out on the street before she could slip her boots on again, but she would definitely notice me. Maybe even see my cry for love and attention and give me some for once. But it would take something drastic. Something that I wasn’t willing to drag Y/N into. Something that I hadn’t even noticed was about to happen anyway, because I hadn’t heard the TV click off, or the scuffling of my mother’s slippers. I hadn’t noticed her standing in the doorway, already positioned—slightly off-kilter with the wine in her system—to rip both Y/N and I apart.

“Richard Tozier,” She tried to boom, but it only came out as a deep slurred mess. I could smell the alcohol on her breath from several feet away, and with Y/N standing unfortunately in between the two of us I knew that she could smell it too. She was probably already figuring out the basics of the Tozier household. Drunken mother, working father, under-acknowledged Richie Tozier. “Did you think you could sneak some tramp into the house without my knowing?” Her eyes were distant, glazed over, never quite finding what she was looking at.

Y/N turned to look at me. She wasn’t as offended as she was concerned. Thanks for blowing it, mom. I could tell she wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but she was smart enough to know that it wasn’t quite right.

My mother spoke again. “Turn the kettle off and get her out of here, Richard.” She babbled. “I want you to do your homework, not this-”

“I don’t have any homework, mom.” I corrected her. “I told you that when I got home.”

She squinted her eyes at me, her eyelashes curling against her eyelids. “Don’t lie to me, Richard,” She tried. “You said that you had a science project, remember?” She sounded so sure of herself that it sparked pity in my gut. Pity for both her and myself and Y/N for having to watch it all unfold.

“That was last week, mom,” I mumbled. “Last week was the science fair. I had to carry my project four miles to the school and back. Remember?” I could feel tears threatening to spill behind my eyes, but I refused to cry in front of Y/N so I held them back. Looking at her gave me enough strength to subdue the urge to let them fly, but it also made me aware of her new expression. Her eyebrows turned up ever-so-slightly. She understood what was happening fully now, and she pitied me. She pitied poor, ignored Richard Tozier, who only craved knowing that his parents gave half a shit about him. She was as witty and observant as I was. I wondered if she also felt like she was too smart for her own good, and as she saw me wonder I saw her scheme.

Her eyebrows relaxed, her eyes gained a sense of confidence they didn’t have before, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a grin. I had no idea what she was planning to do, but the thrill of it was almost enough to send me over the edge.

“No, no,” My mother mumbled defiantly. “No that was today, Richard. I remember it like my own name and I won’t have you lie to me. Now go do your homework!” She tried to raise her voice but only hiccuped instead.

Before she could turn away to return to the den, Y/N stepped back towards me, wrapping her arms around my waist,  pulling me in. Suddenly she wasn’t herself. It gave me a strange sensation, like I was watching myself do a voice or host an impression. She became someone new.

“I’m sorry, Mrs.Tozier.” She cooed, one hand reaching up to pull off my glasses smoothly. “But I doubt that Richie’s gonna get to do any sort of work today.” My mother—though disoriented—was still coherent and fully noticed the handsy actions Y/N was putting out. Her face went red. “I’m afraid,” Y/N continued. “The only thing he’ll be doing today is-”

My mother had had enough. “Young lady!” She managed, though still slurring. “I’ll have you-” Hiccup. “Get your hands off my-” Another hiccup. “Off my son!”

Y/N laughed, and like that, I saw her plan in full light. It was brilliant. She was brilliant. “Oh, I can manage that,” She grinned. “The real problem is keeping Richie’s hands off of me.”

My mother yelped and tried to run out of the kitchen, but she could only manage a slumped set of lunges. “Oh, my!” She cried out. “I need another drink.” The thump thump thump of her crashing steps faded as she left Y/N and I standing together in the fluorescent-lit room.

I turned to Y/N, who was smiling so fiercely her cheeks strained to keep up. “That should get her to pay attention from now on, huh?” She laughed, but I stared in awe, hyper-aware that she hadn’t yet let go of my waist. I could feel her warmth radiating through my Hawaiian shirt. Suddenly the white lights didn’t feel so cold. The room didn’t feel so empty. My house no longer felt lonely. Y/N—with only her smile and her divine presence—filled the void of the house I’d been fighting to fix for years. My house was the sulfur mine, and Y/N was a million breaths of fresh air. I would’ve stood and stared until I died, if she hadn’t pulled away.

“Thanks for saving me from the cold, Richie.” She said, still grinning from ear to ear. “And I’m sorry if I just got you grounded, but I thought maybe-”

“I don’t care if she throws me out.” I interrupted, half aware that my mouth was moving. “That was the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Y/N smiled bashfully and looked at her feet. “It was my pleasure.” She assured. “But I should probably head out now. My parents will be worried if I’m not back soon.”

Her smile faded as I nodded. We made our way to my front door. She started to take the blanket off her shoulders, but I told her to keep it for the walk home. “Once again, Richie,” She smiled. “Thank you.” She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. I could feel my face go red. She noticed my crimson cheeks and giggled, before stepping out the door, and just like that, she had gone as softly and abruptly as she had come.

“Holy fuck,” I said out loud as soon as the door shut. “Wait ‘til I tell Eddie.” I stopped for a second. “Oh, fuck, Eddie!” I took the stairs two at a time, raced back up to my room, and threw the phone up to my cheek so fast I almost took off my glasses. “Eddie! Shit, man I’m sorry dude.”

Eddie scoffed on the other end of the line. “That was a long time, Richie. Who the fuck was at your door?” He paused. “And if you say something witty like ‘It was Y/N, the hottie that I’ve been eyeing for months. We boned for a while until our love sparked a fire hardy-har-har’ then I will walk to your house and slap you myself, Tozier.” I laughed. Long and hard enough to get Eddie very concerned and very curious. “What the hell are you laughing about, Richie.”

And though it took some convincing and a promise or two, I made it through the story of the past twenty-five minutes. “Jesus Christ, Richie,” Eddie mumbled. I could practically see the dumbfounded look on his face. “I knew you had a crush on her, but shit, the way you’re describing her… Richie Tozier is a bastard in love, isn’t he?”

I laughed, but in surprise rather than amusement. No matter how much I liked Y/N, no matter how much I wanted to scream from the fucking rooftops that I would happily marry her, I would never tell Eddie that I was in love. Not willingly. I would never admit that I loved her—out loud, especially to anyone else—until I knew she felt the same way. “I’m not in love, you idiot.” I spat. “She’s just hot, you know.”

“Oh suure, Richie.” Eddie retorted sarcastically. “You’re not in love and my mother wants me to roll around in the sewers as a hobby.”

I laughed back at him, but it felt forced. I couldn’t let him know. Not now. Not yet.

July 1989

“Okay, so what?” I asked. Throwing my hands up and turning towards the alcove again. “So what if I said it, it doesn’t matter because she can’t hear me and even if she could, she wouldn’t understand.”

“That’s bullshit.” Eddie fought back. Though I was facing away from him I could practically see the scrunched, ‘Would you get a load of this guy?’ look on his face. “You know damn well that she feels the same way about you, Richie. Why would she help you with your mother if she didn’t care? You know she only lives a block away from you, right?” In honesty, I didn’t know that. I would have turned around to look at Eddie and ask how he knew but a piece of paper caught in the dead foliage demanded my attention, though that didn’t stop Eddie from talking. “She could have made it through that storm easily, but no. She remembered where your house was that one time you had that garage sale, remember Richie? She knew where you lived and she took shelter with you because she fucking loves you too, dip-shit!”

His voice sounded distant. It was like this paper, this flyer, had sucked in all of my senses. I reached the roots and plunged a hand in, clutching the sheet and pulling it out to reveal a face I saw every day in the mirror. It was my school picture. I was smiling up at myself through my glasses, which were nearly covered under my hair. At the top of the page, in massive, attention-grabbing, black letters was the word Missing.

My head clouded over as the room began to spin. Eddie was talking but I couldn’t hear him. I could barely hear myself wheezing. Air. Shit. Where the fuck did the air go? Suddenly I found myself craving the old, dusty air of the Neibolt house. I was choking for anything and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t assume control over my body. My heart was pounding so hard I could practically see it. Cold sweat was causing my glasses to slide down my nose, but with my aching hands grasping the paper I didn’t bother to fix them. My diaphragm tried to draw air in but it kept hitching in my throat.

“Richie?” Eddie called over, concerned. “Richie, you look really pale. Are you ok, dude?” I couldn’t answer. My tunnel vision was hyper-focused on the paper. I could feel myself beginning to black out. Eddie screamed something but fuck if I knew what it was. I was too busy shaking to figure it out. My knees were beginning to buckle underneath me and if it weren’t for the hands on either one of my arms, helping me sit down, I would have collapsed. Someone took the paper from my hands. I wished and I willed for my eyes to focus, and after a little while, they finally did. My eyes cleared to reveal Y/N. She had tossed the flyer off to the side and knelt beside me, her hands on either side of my face. She was staring into my eyes and though I couldn’t hear her, I figured she was pleading. Probably for me to calm down, or take a breath, or stay alive. Believe me, love, I thought. I’m trying.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop struggling. I wondered if Y/N had read the flyer and figured out why I’m in my current state. She was certainly sharp enough to do so. As if to prove me right, her voice broke through. “Richie, you’re here with us. Look. Look at us, Richie! You’re not missing!” She hit the nail on the head, and much like when she saved me in my own house, she was saving me now. It was as if I’d been trying to listen to her through fifty feet of water, drowning in the sea, but she managed to swim to my depth and pull me up again. I could see and hear and breathe and for the first time in the past forever I felt calm, though my heart was racing. I raised a hand and pointed at the Missing poster. “B-Buh-But I-I-” Eddie thrust his aspirator at me. I took it graciously.

“You’re here, Richie. You’re right here.” She shuffled forward on her knees and pulled me gently into her chest. “I know that this scares you, but if you ever went missing, the Losers and I would never stop until we found you. Understand?” I murmured. Y/N pulled away for a second to look in my eyes. “You understand that, right, Richie? We would risk life and limb to get you back if that’s what it cost.”

I nodded, still trying to gain my composure. She smiled. “Wanna hear a joke?”

I mustered a half-smile. “You-” Wheeze. “Bet I do.”

She chuckled. “What’s the difference between a tire and 365 used condoms?”

I stared at her for a second—who would’ve guessed that Y/N had any dirty jokes in her arsenal—then shrugged my shoulders.

“One’s a Goodyear, the other’s a great year.”

I let out a howl of laughter, hunching half in between my knees. Oh, I noted. There are my lungs.

“Fuck panic attacks.”

I smiled. “Y-yeah.” I squeaked. “Fuck” Wheeze. “panic attacks.”

Y/N laughed with me and then spoke. “How about we get you out of here, huh?” I nodded again. Y/N stood up and turned to Bill. “Could you help Richie outside?”

Bill nodded excessively. “Uh-of course.” He knelt down, slung my left arm over his shoulder, and helped me stand up. Y/N helped Eddie crack open the front door. They walked out first and explained what had happened to Mike, Ben, Stan, and Beverly.

“T-thanks” Wheeze. “for helping me, Bill.” I managed. “I r-really” Wheeze.
“appreciate it.”

Bill chuckled softly. “That’s f-fine, R-ruh-Rich. I-I know p-puh-panic at-tacks can be s-ss-scary. Yuh-you’re just l-luh-lucky that Eh-Eddie yelled up f-for Y/N.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled. “I’m sorry for joking about you and Y/N earlier, I didn’t mean to-”

He cut me off by laughing. “Th-that’s ok, R-Richie. Y/N was w-wuh-worried about the j-jokes at first, but I just t-tuh-told her it was b-because you l-luh-love her.”

My heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean? I-I don’t love Y/N.” I shook my head and forced a fake laugh, but it was too late. Bill already knew.

“Th-that’s ok, Eddie. We c-could tell. Th-th-the hard p-part was convincing Y/N ab-bout it.”

“Y/N,” I had to stop myself from screaming. “Y/N knows?! Bill, I totally annoy her, why would the-” His furrowed eyebrows made me stop. “What?”

“You d-d-don’t know?”

I shook my head, lost. “Know what?”

“Y/N l-luh-loves you.”

For a second I couldn’t breathe again. I stopped walking and stared at him. “There’s no way.”

He laughed. “Shuh-she does, R-ruh-Richie” He said matter-of-factly. “Y/N told the l-luh-losers wuh-weeks ago.”

I stared at him. “Weeks ago? Dude, why didn’t anybody tell me?!”

“She w-wanted you to f-fuh-find out on y-your own, Rich.” Bill walked down the stairs and over to his bike. I made note that the rest of the Loser’s had picked theirs up too. Mike, Ben, Stan, and Beverly were all looking at me, concerned.

“You ok, Richie?” Mike asked. I nodded and then glanced at Y/N. She met my eyes and gave me a warm smile, taking the chill out of my chest.

I knew that Bill was telling the truth but there was no way in hell I could accept it. I looked at Eddie. You knew the whole time, didn’t you? I spat sarcastically in my head. Eddie turned as if he could feel my glare and looked back at me, the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. Asshole. I chuckled and then looked at Y/N again. She was on her bike, one foot on its pedal, ready to ride away. I remembered how she stood up for me in my house, how she radiated warmth and light, how she kissed wrapped her arms around me when I introduced her to the Loser’s and they let her join, how she was my breath of fresh air, both within my house and the Crack-Heads’. Jokes may help you in your sulfur mine of a house, Tozier, but they won’t help under water. I told myself. Go chase your air.

I knew exactly what I had to do. I scuttled down the Neibolt steps, across the lawn, and over to Y/N’s bike. Glancing at Eddie I could see his content expression. He knew what I was doing. Don’t flatter yourself, Eddie Spaghetti. I chuckled in my head before standing in front of Y/N’s bike, my hands on her handlebars.

She put her pedal-foot down and began to speak, but I cut her off. “Y/N, I-I’ve been meaning to… to tell you that… well… I-I kinda-” Once again I couldn’t get the words out, and upon further inspection, I realized that Y/N’s lips were on mine. This is the kinda silence I can get behind. I could taste her cherry chapstick and I could smell her shampoo and I couldn’t help but close my eyes before pulling away. It was as if I’d just taken seventeen thousand hits of Eddie’s aspirator.

“I love you too, Richie.” She chuckled. All I could manage was a wow. She laughed again but louder. I leaned in again to kiss her cheek but the moment was broken by Eddie’s screaming.

“I fucking told you, Tozier!” He yelled, a smile overtaking his face. The Loser’s—myself and Y/N included—burst out in a swell of laughter.

I walked over and gave him a noogie. “I guess ya did Eddie Spaghetti.”

“Richie!” Eddie squealed. “My hair, Richie!” I laughed, reached down, and grabbed my bike. Bill pedalled Silver forward, the first to kick up the gravel of Neibolt Street. The rest of the Loser’s weren’t far behind. With Y/N and I riding in the back, we headed into town. Along the way, I couldn’t help but stare at her. She loves me. Y/N loves the Trashmouth, and the Trashmouth loves her too. And so we rode through Derry, forgetting all about old houses, and dusty air and fucking clowns. Instead, I appreciated the warmth of the July sun, the smell of what Stan calls Phlox flowers, and Y/N, because thanks to her, I can breathe.

I fucking love all of you lovely readers and I wish you all the best in life.

With love,


Seven Steps -10-

tags: eighth year, drarry, swearing

- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 -

Story inspired by the wonderful @sillysaddass

Draco walked into the Slytherin common room, looking around for Pansy. She was sitting in a chaise by one of the large lake windows, reading a letter with an unfortunately familiar look on her face.

Draco swept to his room, collecting the box of french truffles his mother had owled him, tossing his robes over the end of his bed and returning to the common room. He pushed Pansy’s legs over, ignoring her yelp of surprise, and sat down beside her, “Have a chocolate.” He opened the box and held it out.

Pansy glared at him briefly before her expression fell.

“What is it?” Draco asked nodding to the letter.

Pansy took a truffle and nibbled on the edge, “From my parents,” she said quietly.

“But they-”

“Threatened to disown me?” Pansy said sourly, half crumpling the letter as she shoved it between her and the chaise cushions.

Draco nodded.

“Apparently, they’re willing to forgive everything,” Pansy laughed bitterly.

“There’s an if, isn’t there?” Draco said.

Pansy nodded, sucking the melted chocolate off her thumb, “Lord wherever-the-fuck still wants to honour the marriage contract.”

“Even after you told him to shove it up his arse?” Draco asked in disbelief.

Pansy took another truffle, “He likes my fiery spirit,” she said mockingly, rolling her eyes.

Draco shook his head, “Moron.”

“A total fuckwit,” Pansy agreed.

“You’re free to stay with me for forever if you want,” Draco said, “The manor is a far cry from a french chateau but it’s not all bad.”

“It could stand to have more vineyards,” Pansy said dryly.

Draco smiled, “I’ll have the house elves plant one when school’s finished.”

“A vineyard?”

“A grapevine,” Draco said, “you never said it had to be large.”

Pansy laughed, relaxing back into the cushions, “Well, thank you.” She finished off the second truffle with a happy sigh, “I do have some ideas of what to do after school, I don’t intend to depend on you forever.”

Draco said, “A shame since I intend to depend on you forever.”

“Once you have Potter you can mope and whine at him,” Pansy said. She took a truffle and shoved it in his face.

Draco took the chocolate lest it ends up smear across his cheek and possibly in his hair. “I neither mope or whine and Potter is more likely to hex me than indulge me.”

“I don’t know about that, he’s such a soft touch isn’t he?” Pansy said.

“To house elves maybe,” Draco said.

“Hmm,” Pansy let her head fall on his shoulder, “What is it you like about him anyway?”


“I promise I won’t tell,” she said softly, “I’m just… curious. You hated him for so long.”

Draco ate the truffle, letting it melt slowly on his tongue.

“Well?” Pansy prompted.

“Well,” Draco said, looking over at the lake window, “he’s…brave, devoted and kind… attractive as well.”

Pansy wrinkled her nose, “But you hated how he rushed into things, getting involved with things that didn’t involve him to try and help people he didn’t even know. You especially hated his hair.”

“I still do, a bit,” Draco shrugged helplessly, “The war changed my perspective on things rather drastically. I think if we hadn’t been enemies from the start, I might have liked him when I was young. Secretly.”

“Can’t be seen publicly admiring Gryffindor’s now can we?” Pansy teased.

Draco smiled, “It’s practically a requirement now.”

“Some people. They save the world and we’re supposed to care?” Pansy said sarcastically.

Draco laughed, “Atrocious isn’t it?”

“Very,” Pansy said flatly. “So tell me what happened with Potter today.”

Draco told her in as much detail as he could manage, his cheeks getting hot all over again. When he looked down at her, Pansy was wearing a very small, pleased smile.

“Well?” Draco asked, “Do you think it went well?”

“I do,” Pansy said. Her smile widened knowingly, “You should definitely say please to Potter more often.”

Draco frowned faintly, “You think that was important?”


“…I suppose you think I should move to the next step now?” Draco said reluctantly.

Pansy shrugged one shoulder, still smiling mysteriously, “Perhaps. Don’t strain yourself with the effort.”

“You’re such a cow,” Draco said, jostling her with his arm.

Pansy just laughed.

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a/n; found this buried in my drafts. enjoy (or don’t lmao idrk)

request; Can you do one where Aaliyah and y/n are friends and she’s dating Shawn but they are in a fight and are not talking so when Y/N and Shawn’s families get together for dinner and are still not talking, Aaliyah locks them in a room until they make up


“Are you ready, honey?” Your dad called for you from downstairs. You were in your room touching up your casual dress as you got ready for the weekly dinner that your family and the Mendes family had with each other. Your dad and Manny were best buds in college, which made the growing friendship between your mom and Karen inevitable. That automatically made a friendship between you, Aaliyah, and Shawn a no-brainier. Although you were a few years older than ‘Liyah, the two of you would always hang out, and as for Shawn, the two of you were dating.

The situation seemed perfect: your boyfriend’s parents were best friends with yours, while his sister absolutely adored you. It usually did make things easier, but it all seemed to not be working in your favor at the moment. Shawn and you had recently gotten into an argument two days before, and as immature as it sounds, the two of you haven’t talked or made any effort to make amends within that time. You weren’t even sure if you could call it a fight or argument because no words were even exchanged, but you both knew that things at the moment were not at its best.

He had missed your drill team showcase that he promised to attend weeks before, and although you weren’t mad at first, you became fuming when you found out that he ditched you because his friends had asked him to hang out last minute. You weren’t looking forward to seeing Shawn again, and you definitely weren’t looking forward to the questions that Aaliyah would ask you. She might’ve been younger than you, but speaking that she was there from the moment you told her you had slight feelings for Shawn to the night he asked you to be his, you knew that she would be able to tell that something was wrong.

Dinner couldn’t have been more awkward between you and Shawn. Of course, your parents and his were oblivious to the tension but between you, Shawn, and Aaliyah, all three of you sensed the strain. Shawn was sitting on your right while Aaliyah across from you, making everything even worse.

“How was your recital the other day, Y/N?” Karen kindly asked from across the table. “It was for drill team, right?” She asked as you nervously nodded. You were desperately hoping that this wouldn’t be a topic of discussion for tonight, especially since it was the whole reason you and Shawn were in this predicament.

“Oh gosh, it went great! It’s always fun showing off for your friends and family,” You laughed despite wanting to change the subject.

“We’re glad to hear that! We’re so sorry we couldn’t come this year, though. I was looking forward to it but my busy work schedule wouldn’t let me come out,” Karen apologized to you. She was like a second mother to you, and she and Manny were always willing to come out to support you.

“Oh gosh, don’t worry about it!” You quickly tell her. “You and Mr. Mendes already come out to so many of my other events,” You say while thanking the two.

“Well, we love coming! Hopefully we can make it to next year’s showcase. I’m sure Shawn went and enjoyed the recital, though.” 

As soon as Karen said that, your body immediately tensed up, not sure what to do next. Luckily, you didn’t have to worry for so long before Shawn cut in.

“Yep, I went! She did great as always.” Shawn tells everyone at the table. 

You knew that he said that to go along with the conversation, but it was nothing but lies. He wasn’t even there, let alone did he ever ask how the showcase went. Your mind jumps to the night of the recital. You had reserved one spot in the front row for Shawn since the drill team members got to reserve one spot for a guest. Your parents already couldn’t make the event since they were in another state with family, so Shawn was your only support that you invited for the night. The whole night you were on stage, you glanced back and forth at the seat that Shawn should’ve been at, but it was empty the whole night. You remembered how your excitement and smile for the night turned to fake enthusiasm as you realized that Shawn was never actually coming. 

The worst part was after the show had ended, everyone else on your team surrounded by their own family and friends while you were standing by yourself against the wall, hoping for even just a text from Shawn apologizing for missing the important night. You went home alone that night to only find pictures of Shawn and his friends posted all over Twitter and Instagram. Hoping in was all a misunderstanding, you called and texting him only to have no reply.

“Ok, you kids go ahead and do your thing. We’ll clean the table up,” Shawn’s parents offered after everyone had finished their food.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” You offered.

“Non-sense! You are our guest!” Manny said. “We’ll get it.”

You nodded and followed Shawn and Aaliyah down to the basement. This is how things usually played after dinner – the three of you would go down to the basement to watch movies and catch up for the week. It was almost like a tradition, but you weren’t sure if you even wanted to talk to Shawn at the moment.

Half way down the flight of stairs, Aaliyah stops in her tracks abruptly, leaving you and Shawn halting just a few steps behind her. She turns around to face the two of you, but makes no motion indicating that she’s budging any time soon.

“What the heck, ‘Liyah?” Shawn rolls his eyes at her, equally as confused as you.

“What’s been going on with the two of you tonight? Don’t even pretend like you guys are totally fine right now. I’m surprised mom and dad didn’t notice how you and Y/N didn’t even make eye contact once tonight.” She confronts the two of you.

“Mind your own business, okay? I don’t need my little sister butting into everything.” Shawn annoyingly mutters.

Aaliyah briskly begins walking up the stairs all the back to the first step. You still haven’t spoken at all, still frozen in shock. Shawn on the other hand seems to know what’s happening because in a blink of an eye, he’s sprinting to the door that Aaliyah just ran through. Before he can reach the doorway, both of you hear the familiar click of a bolt on the other side of the door, meaning that she had just locked the two of you in the basement. 

Just you and Shawn, alone.

You mind finally recognizes the turn of events and imitates Shawn’s pounding fist of the wooden door. “Let us out right now, Aaliyah! If you don’t unlock it right now, you’re so dead!” He yells loud enough for his younger sister to hear.

“I’m not letting the two of you out until you guys make up. Until then, I’ll be in my room. You have my phone number if you need me.” She calls back on the other side. You can practically hear the smirk through her voice and you curse at yourself at being so gullible to her scheme. Of course Aaliyah would pull something like this.

The next few minutes were spent with both you and Shawn trying to open the door and throwing out threats. Of course, the door never opened, leaving you and Shawn to return back down the stairs to sit in the basement. 

Neither you nor Shawn have exchanged any words through all of this, and it looked like the two of you would be down here for a while. Sitting on opposite sides of the same couch, the two of you look anywhere but into each other’s eyes. You begin fiddling with the pillow contemplating on taking a nap to pass time. Sure, it was childish to not try to fix a small fight and even more childish to be giving each other the silent treatment, but being the stubborn and independent person you were, you didn’t want to be the one to give in. Even if that meant silently sitting in a locked room with Shawn.

It felt like hours had passed when in reality it had just been ten minutes of you and Shawn sitting in quietness. You caught him staring at you a few times, and you were guilty of the act to. Finally deciding to be the bigger person, you sit up to start the dreaded conversation.

“I’m sorry”

You finally blurt out, realizing that Shawn had just said it at the same time as you. Not sure if you should be the first to continue the apology, you’re beat by Shawn.

“Look Y/N, I’m sorry. I really am. I’m not gonna make up any excuses but I know I forgot. I thought the showcase was next week. I even had a bouquet of flowers ordered especially for the night. I’m sorry I didn’t try to talk to you after, and I’m so sorry I missed it. After I realized that I missed your show, I somehow convinced myself that you wanted nothing to do with me. I knew how important it was to you. If I knew that it was this week I would’ve just skipped the studio and night with Brian and Ian.” Shawn apologized, slowly bringing his body closer to yours.

“You don’t have to apologize,” You sigh, “I was being selfish. I know you’ve been busy with your album, and I should’ve been more understanding. We’re both juggling our own things and I should’ve just talked to you about it instead of ignoring you. I guess I was just asking for too much.” You finally drift your gaze up to his soft apologetic eyes.

“Don’t blame this on yourself. I was in the wrong too. Ugh, I feel like such a bad boyfriend. I never meant to make you feel forgotten or cast to the side, princess. I don’t know how I let it slip my mind. Please forgive me.” He caressed your shoulder and you knew he was asking for permission to hug you, not sure if you had forgiven him yet. You pull him towards you, into a tight hug.

“Of course. I would never be able to be mad at your forever.” You laugh into his shirt.

“Oh my goodness, Y/N. Please don’t do that again, baby. I thought you hated me.” He joined you laugh. 

The awkwardness was beginning to wear out, and it was as if the whole fight never happened.

“I love you, y’know?” You tell Shawn as the two of you cuddle on his couch.

“I love you more, babe. Don’t even fight me on this one.” He teases as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

As if on cue, you hear the bolt to the basement’s door unlock as Aaliyah trots down the stairs, clapping. 

“Aww, you two are so cute! I knew my plan would work.” She laughed while pretending to wipe away tears.

“Oh shut up, ‘Liyah.” Shawn laughed as she waved her over to start the movie night. You mentally made sure to thank her once the two of you were alone as the three of you spent Friday night together.

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When I Met A Girl

***I wrote this for my English assignment and yeah… Enjoy****

When I was seven I met a girl who made me giggle. My first
day at school and she walked up to me, her hands filled with sand, “Here, have
this, you’re my new friend.” I took it gratefully, stunned by this tiny girl
with glasses too big for her face. I carried it around with me until I was told
off; sand wasn’t allowed in the classrooms. We’d sit together and laugh and cut
out tiny pictures of animals we would tape to our tables. She’d tell me stories
of older siblings and slide her glasses up her nose right before they’d fall off
her face. I’d sit there and eat my lunch, chiming in every now and again to
tell her about my funny memories, which always resulted in her laughing so much
she began to snort.  But summer was the
best, because the sun seemed to focus on her, making her blonde hair light up
and set her apart from our other classmates, always making me smile. She’d buy
red icy-poles from the canteen and would later hold my hand with her sticky
sugar coated ones during play time. It seemed as if nothing could compare to
her gapped tooth smile and messy hair.   I remember thinking of our days as being the
best thing in the universe, having endless fun and never growing tired of silly
jokes or colouring in.

When I was ten I met a girl who made me smile. We’d sit in
her room with Avril Lavigne playing on her TV and her parents arguing from the
kitchen. I’d bring over my mum’s lipsticks and eye shadows and we’d give each
other colourful makeovers to help pass the time. She’d welcome me into her pink
room and her freckled cheeks would glow underneath our messily made blanket fort,
then we’d sing along to the music, our hands together as we danced across the
room. She embodied happiness and wore yellow flowers behind her ears, sometimes
woven into her two long braids. I remember movie nights with her feeling like
they could last forever, the morning never seeming to come as we lay in bed and
laughed at our own jokes, staying up past midnight and sneaking into the
kitchen to steal ice cream and cookies for snacks. These nights were magical
and held a kind of sacredness, nothing bad could enter our forts, nor could
parents or siblings. She gave me confidence, energy and ice cream.

When I was thirteen I met a girl who made me laugh. This
girl was fearless, she approached me with certainty and demanded that I be her
friend. She’d text me at four in the morning and we’d talk for hours on end.
This girl was my best friend, this girl was beautiful and she knew it.  She’d take me by my hand and we’d run home
from school, collapsing on her bed, laughing, as we shook off our school bags.
She’d sit me down and open up to me about the things that erased the confidence
from her eyes, she told me about her mum and car crashes and things that made
her cry. I’d hug her and tell her it would be okay, because I felt as though I
needed to protect this girl, and I wanted to make her feel secure. We would
climb trees on her uncle’s farm and she would laugh when she had to help me up
to the highest branch, before kissing me and smiling the biggest smile I had
ever seen. I’d laugh nervously, my brain buzzing and my cheeks flushed, then
she’d kiss me again and we would just sit there, staring at the sunset. “Don’t
tell my dad.” She’d always say as we climbed down. For the longest time I
didn’t know if she meant don’t tell him that we’d climbed the tree or that we’d
kissed, I figured it out the next summer when her uncle came down to the back of
the farm to call us up for lunch and found us kissing. I was sent home and when
school started she wasn’t there. My teachers told me she was sent away to live
with her aunt in New South Wales.

When I was sixteen I met a girl who made me cry. This girl
was filled with shards of glass and storms. She was a hurricane that would
bring me along and then drop me to the ground when she was done. This girl
wasn’t kind or good for me, but she was captivating, she made me feel special
and loved and important. She’d pick me up in her old, beaten car and pause to
tie her long golden hair out of her face as she told me of the night’s plans.
When I was with her there were colours, there were lights and there were fields
of experiences and firsts and the little things that mattered. She’d put her
arm around me and promise me that tonight was going to be the best night ever, and
then we’d dance for hours on end, to music neither of us had ever heard. Whenever
we went out she’d be surrounded with crowds of older boys and pretty girls, but
she always managed to look down at me with her big green eyes that told me none
of them mattered, that nothing else mattered, because we were together and the
night was young and we had a car that could take us anywhere. But this girl was
poisonous. When we were alone she’d yell and scream and push me around. She’d
fill my ears with stinging words and leave me crying on her door step at the
end of each night when she was done with me. And for whatever reason, the next
day I’d come back, and we’d go out, and she’d love me, until we went back to
her house and she’d blame me for the car breaking down, or my parents finding
out we were drinking, or for her forgetting her keys. She’d blame me and I’d be
sent away shaken and scared, but I still came back.

When I was nineteen I met a girl who made me dance. I
complimented her on the scarf she wore to class every day, she had smiled and
whispered, “My dad bought it for me from Spain,” then she looked at me properly
and leaned in closer, “You have very pretty eyes.” I blushed and thanked her,
she smirked and resumed paying attention to the lecture. This girl was amazing;
she was charismatic and could charm anyone. She knew every student and every professor.
She was smart, creative and emotional in all the right ways. She was all things
bright and all things extroverted.  This
girl was warm and this girl was lovely. She wore flowing dresses and took me to
sophisticated parties where we would stand in the corner and laugh at every one’s
ridiculous outfits, we’d get tipsy on champagne and spend the rest of the
evening in dingy cafes in the city that smelt like old smoke and pancakes. My
year with her was the best year of my life. Her dad would buy plane tickets to
fly us out to Spain to stay with him. We’d spend hundreds of dollars on
expensive Spanish food and waste hours watching street performers, dancing, and
just being in each other’s arms. She was the first girl I had fallen in love with,
and every moment with her was special, was magical, and was perfect. The night
before she left to move to Spain permanently we laid together in her bed and
cried. Eventually we stopped and I laid beside her, playing with her long red
hair as she rested her head against my shoulder, “This won’t be the end, long
distance works for a lot of people,” we’d tell each other. When she left, we
lasted for two months before we mutually agreed it wasn’t working, it took me five
months to properly recover. She was my first love.

When I was twenty-three I met a girl who made me jealous.
This girl could never love me back, this girl was the one that got away. I fell
for her despite myself. I really couldn’t help it, everything about her made me
smile; the way she covered her mouth when she laughed, how she did her makeup,
the way she cut her hair, the skirts she wore that would billow around her
every time she spun around, which was often. This girl was kind to me and took
care of me, she was my friend and was there for me when I needed her. We moved
in together and it felt like torture, I wanted so much more than what we had,
but I couldn’t have it, so I had to remain content with our current friendship,
with inside jokes and crying on each other’s shoulders. For then, it was
enough, but I couldn’t help pining. She eventually met a man, and for months I
was taken over with jealousy, why did he achieve what I could not? Soon she
moved out and moved in with him, they became engaged and I was forced to let go
of my feelings. Yet we still remain friends, and we have dinners together and
laugh about my younger self and her love stricken feelings.

When I was twenty-seven I met a girl that made me sparkle.
This girl, she was The One. She’s the girl that made time stop, that froze
everything around us every time we kissed. The girl that made my stomach fill
with butterflies and my head fill with romances. This girl was every definition
of perfect. I could stare for hours and hours and hours at this girl and her
beautiful blue eyes, at her constellations of freckles that littered her back,
I could stare and he stained lips and her short wavy hair, I could stare at
this girls tanned legs and I could listen to her angelic voice until the day I
die. I fell in love with all these, all of the beautiful perfect pieces of her.
I fell in love with her flaws also; the stretch marks pulled across her hips,
the small mole on her jaw, the scar in between her eyebrows from when she was a
child, the regretted star tattoo on her finger. Everything about her enraptured
me, she was perfect to me, and I too her. She’d surprise me in the mornings
with sweet coffee and a sweeter smile. This girl would take me on adventures I
will never forget.  She made me feel like
a million stars, she made me sparkle, she helped me love everything, she helped
me follow my passions and to realise what love felt like. This girl was lovely.


Seokjin x reader

genre:smut, a small amount of fluff

summary: you and Jin have been best friends for a long time/ there has always been some sexual tension/ it turns out Jin has a mommy kink

requested by: bandaddict666

word count:2.4K

DISCLAIMER: this is re-uploaded, so its still the same old version (kinda bad but ok), i decided to re-upload it bc my imagines have a certain look but this one didn’t so i wanted to change that

You were sitting on the floor of your best friends bedroom.
Both leaning against the bed you were casually playing poker bored out of your minds.
The game seemed to last forever and it was not interesting enough for you anymore.

“Okay, I’m done.” you said letting the cards from your hand fall on the floor.

“What? No! I was about to win!” Jin said showing his cards to you.

You laughed leaning your head back on the bed. “Nope. I always win.”

“Um, no? See your cards? See my cards? I-” Jin was starting to get annoyed and it amused you.

Jin was so funny to you when he got annoyed. He would start shaking his head right and left and sometimes would even throw a fit. He was so overdramatic when it came to these things.

Seeing you weren’t responding he became silent, staring at the floor in defeat.

“You’re such a fucking-”

“Queen.” you interrupted. You looked at him and as expected he was giving you a death glare.

“Nope. I meant to say bitch.” suddenly his face got smug.

“I’m a fucking Queen Bitch then.” you retorted quickly.

Giving up, he sighed. “That, you’re right. You’re the biggest bitch I’ve ever met.”

“But you love it.” you said, staring at him playfully.
His eyes flew back to you and he raised an eyebrow.

Well, it was true, you really were a bitch. To everyone mostly. You loved to be in charge and loved to feel superior over others. It seems horrible to others but it worked out with Jin. He was such an opposite. He always listened to what others said, he was the cutest thing ever, whilst you were most definitely not.

But they say opposites attract, guess that’s why you two were best friends.
And you’ve been friends for almost six years now.

He chuckled, looking down at the floor, fiddling with his long fingers. You loved it when guys had big hands and long fingers.
Some of the things that turned you on.

“True. I’ve got used to your bitchy attitude by now.” he said as he raised his look at you.

His eyes were pretty. And the little defeated smile he gave you every time you would beat him at something.
After six years of being best friends, it was almost impossible not to be attracted by a guy like Jin. Heck, not even after a day.

You will just never admit it, but Jin turned you on so much, and you seemed to like him in ways friends shouldn’t like each other more and more every day.

Maybe it was just you, but sometimes it seemed Jin is feeling the same way. But it was impossible to tell. A person like Jin would never admit that he likes someone.

You didn’t notice your little staring competition as you were thinking all these things. You blinked.

“I won.” he laughed with joy.

“But you would’ve liked it more if I won wouldn’t you? If I was on the top again?”

What on earth has made you say that? You realized the mistake too late, because Jin’s facial expression has changed.

For some reason you kept going. And it was getting worse.
“A person like you doesn’t like being in charge. You love it when someone is dominant don’t you?”
What the hell?

His mouth was now wide open. He didn’t seem to catch up on that, he could just keep repeating your words in his head.

“Like me.”

That was the final drop, and now the flooding came.
You couldn’t seem to stop because now you were on all fours, you crawled towards him and sat so close that it was impossible to breathe.

At this point, you’ve ruined everything. And you didn’t see a way for your friendship going back to normal. So you gave up, it was all or nothing.

You started to lean in slowly.
Jin was still at a loss of words.

“Jin…” you said softly as you bit your bottom lip, staring deeply into his eyes.

Until this moment, you weren’t aware of how much you were attracted to him. It was almost insane, and it was all surfacing out now.

Jin licked his lips briefly and took a breath in.

“(Y/N) I… What are you doing?”
You could see that he was shaking.

You had to be doing at least something right? No.

Jin rised up to his feet and looked down on you.

You were so insanely desperate for him that you proceeded.
You looked up in his eyes, bit your lip, very aware of how close you were to his crotch.

Then you took a short look at it, but long enough to signal to Jin what you want to do.
And looking back up you noticed his face was wearing a different expression now.

His eyes were darker, his eyebrows scrunched up and even his lips partly opened. You were now sure, that it was lust.

“Seokjin..” you touched his thigh softly and you licked your lips again.

He sighed. “(Y/N)…I dont kn-”

He was stopped by you. Because your hand was now getting closer to his bulge.
The bulge couldn’t be lying, Jin was turned on.

And before he could’ve said anything else you cupped it in your other hand.
He tried to push it back, but you heard a small grunt rolling off of his lips.

He bit his bottom lip hard, still staring in your eyes with that lustful expression.

Then, you brought your face toward, making a bolder move and you softly kissed his bulge.

“(Y/N) no..“he said with a soft moan.

You backed off, but you were definitely not done.
Suddenly you rised up on your feet, your body being really close to his.

You looked up, Jin’s face looked conflicted.
He opened his mouth to say something but you stopped him by putting your hand on the side of his face and putting your thumb over his lips.

“Please..“you said softly.

By the look on Jin’s face,
he gave into you.

You grabbed him by his broad shoulders as his hands found their place on your hips. He pulled you closer and you directed him towards the bed.

You pushed him down on it and you were now straddling him.
You grazed over his earlobe with your lips as you whispered.

“Do you want me to be in charge?”

“Yes.“he grunted softly, grazing your back and ass with his big hands.
He stopped at your hips and seemed to push you down onto him, making you feel how much he wants you.

Suddenly, words that you never tought you’d say, rolled off your lips.
“Do you want me to be your mommy Jin?”

You were shook at your own words, but even more at his quick response.

“Yes.“he breathed down your neck sending shivers down your spine and causing goosebumps.

You were satisfied with his answer so you asked another. “Will you be a good boy for me?”

This time, he chuckled lowly and repeated his answer.
“I’ll be your good boy.”

His voice was deeper, raspier and sexier than before.
You grinded on him earning a deep moan escape his lips.

His moans were making you moan as well and the room suddenly became filled with sounds of pleasure.

You realized, you still haven’t kissed him, that was one of the things you really wanted to do. To feel his big plump soft lips on yours.

And seeing an opportunity, you took it.

Jin had his eyes closed shut, and you slowly approached his lips with yours, breathing on them, telling him that way that you were about to kiss him.

And then you did.

Grasping his hair in your hands you kissed him passionately. Your lips connected with his like a perfect puzzle and with no hesitation he parted his lips, letting your tongue trough.

The kiss was making you confused, you wanted this to be passionate, but you also wanted to dominate Jin, make him your good boy and so you did.

You parted away forcefully, earning a groan from him.

“You said you were gonna be a good boy Seokjin.” you said smirking at him.

He licked his lips and then let you continue to do your thing.

You started to lift the hem of his hoodie, revealing a great set of abs. You bit your lips at the sight as you pulled the hoodie off him completely leaving his bare chest for you to admire.

“Wow, Jin, I had no idea…"you moaned as you traced your fingers over his string chest.

He just kept looking at you do things to him seeming to be at a loss of words.

The idea of what was happening turned you on even more. Innocent Jin, putty in your hands, hands that liked to grab at everything, make everything theirs.

You leaned down, and kissed his abdomen. Slowly backing up off of him you started to kiss down all the way to the hem of his boxers.

Your hands quickly fiddled with the zipper of his jeans and he helped you pull them down.
He was so eager for you.

Leaning down again, and looking in his eyes, you pulled his boxers down too and you let his cock slap against his lower stomach.

Without hesitating or teasing you took it in your hand and put it in your warm mouth.
You wanted him now.

His head flew back on the bed and his hands found their way to your hair pulling it back and out of the way of him seeing what was going on.

He propped himself up on his elbows and watched you please him.

You kissed the tip of him and then licked a bold strip up his shaft, making sure you were looking into his eyes at all times.

He was biting his lips so hard, trying to keep the groans inside but you wanted to hear him enjoy it.

You stopped what you were doing and said, “c'mon Jin, be a good boy, let me hear you moan.”

And like it was on your signal, he let out a loud, deep moan. And you continued.

You bobbed your head up and down, sucking in your cheeks, licking him up and down and swirling your tongue around the tip.

It was not long until you felt his cock throb in your mouth. You stopped.

Jin let out a breath followed with another groan. He didn’t like the teasing, but he wanted to be a good boy so he didn’t complain.

You let go of his still hard cock and you started pulling of your shirt.

He licked his lips looking at you stripping in front of him. His hand went to his cock, he wanted to please himself.
But you didn’t allow that, so you grabbed him by the wrist and smirked.

“I’d rather you help me strip down.” you said lowly.
He sat up immediately and his hand found your bra clasp so quickly and in a second you were half naked in front of him.

“You’re being a very good boy Seokjin.” you purred in his ear as he laid down again.

Quickly then, you hopped off of him and took of your shorts and panties.
You stood there naked in front of him for a few moments letting him admire your whole body.

“Come here.“he groaned as his hand found it’s way back to his cock.

When you noticed that you quickly got on top of him again, not letting him please himself. “No, I’m pleasing you. Be a good boy for me.”

He nodded.

“Now fill me up.” you purred into his neck and immediately, you felt his tip on your entrance.

His hands were on your hips again and then, he pushed you down.

He didn’t give you time to adjust, he just kept going and you loved every second of it.
His cock was so big, and so perfect for you. He filled you up completely and hit all the spots most pleasurable.

You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning out loud.
You had your hands on his chest as he pounded into you like you’d never imagine.

Because really, no one would ever imagine Jin pounding so hard.

“Oh god…"your legs started to shake. You were about to cum all over his cock.

“Jin I-I….!”
And before you even finished the sentence, he flipped you over, down on the bed so he was on top now, and his thrusts got even faster and harder than before.

You left scratch marks all over his back and strong arms and hickeys on his neck.

His grunts were the thing that got you in the end. Jin moaning and groaning in pleasure was the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Jin! Oh my god!”

Jin came at the same time. You were in perfect sync.

Moments later, both sweaty and breathing heavily you were laying next to each other.

You didn’t know what to say.
“Jin…"you said his name, hoping be woud say something.

“You know…"he started, turning on his side, facing you, “I’m glad I won’t have to keep my feeling all bottled up for six more years.”

You were confused, but you felt happiness, and a small smile creeped on your lips.
“What? You have had feelings for me before?”

He licked his lips and smiled. He tucked a strand of your hair behid your ear.
“I’ve always loved you more than you thought.”

“I’m glad im hearing that. Because I’ve wanted to do this since the day I saw you at the swimmimg pools shirtless.”

You both laughed and then he leaned in and kissed your forehead.

It was all good now.


that was my first imagine, it was a bit long i think lol, but i hope ya like it.

UPDATE: this is re-uploaded


A/N: If you guys want another part, it’s going to be virgin Shawn smut, but we’ll see if you like this. 

Word count: 4,431

You laughed as you and your friends made your way through the crowd of slightly drunk people. Okay, more than just slightly. Just before you were about to reach the doors to the club, your friend Laurel stopped walking, making you and your other friend, Julia, stop as well.

“Alrighty girls-“ she started, raising her left eyebrow at you.

Oh no, you knew that look.

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