look at ben what an idiot

After all this time.

((I have a feeling that this is total shit, but it was in my head. So I wrote it))

Eddie had just moved back to Derry & everything looked the same. He wondered if his old friends remembered him, he had only moved away 5 years ago. He was now 17 & 5’5, he hit a small growth spurt at 14 & been that height ever since.


When he moved to New York the losers kept in touch but after a year the calls stopped. Of course Eddie had never forgotten them. When he found out he was moving back all he wanted to do was call all of them, but he worried they had no memories of him, so he decided against it.


“Eddie we’re here.” His moms voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Eddie looked up, they were indeed home. New York never felt like home, not they way Derry did. Of course he had made friends, he also discovered things about himself.


Like the fact, he was indeed gay. New York shed a whole new light on him. He had a couple boyfriends, none of which he shared so much of a kiss with. He wanted to make sure he was gay. His first boyfriend he had at the age of 15. The boy, Trevor was 18. He brought Eddie to his first queer party. Which were apparently a thing? He had never seen people so free. That’s when he knew for sure.


After the Kaspbraks finished unpacking, Eddie decided to go for a walk. After the move to New York, Eddies mom didn’t care as much about what he did. She told him to at least shower & change seeing as he was still in his night clothes.


Once Eddie was changed, he walked out the door & into town. Everything looked the same. Was he surprised, not really.


Eddie was walking past The Aladdin when he heard the yelling.


“Holy fucking shit, is that Eddie Kaspbrak!?” He smiled & turned to see Beverly Marsh & Ben Hascom.


“Why yes it is, lady & gent” They had the biggest smile on their faces.


“We’ve missed you so much!” Beverly pulled him in to a tight hug.


“Dude, why didn’t you call?” Ben asked him giving him a hug also.


Eddie took a minute to take in their appearances. Beverly had grown up beautifully, she had curves & her hair was a little longer than her 12 year old self.


Now Ben, he had lost his belly that had gotten replaced by huge muscles. His face was still the same just less chubby.


That’s also when he noticed, they were holding hands.


“What holy shit are you guys to-“


“Yep!” Beverly said with the biggest smile “Have been since 14.”


“and Bill?” Eddie asked, it was no secret Bill had a crush on the girl back when they were 12.


Ben & Beverly looked at each other & laughed.


“Well if you want the truth, Billy boy is dating Stan” Ben said looking at Eddie.


“Wait Bill & Stan…….are gay?” Eddie asked look confused as hell.


“Well if that’s a shocker, wait until I tell you about Richie!”


Eddies breathe stopped short. Richie, the first boy he had a crush on. Richie, the boy who made him question his sexuality. Richie, the boy he loved & probably still did.


“He’s gay too?” Eddie said swallowing a lump in his throat.


“After all this time….you still love him?” Beverly said giving him a smirk.


“What no?” Ben looked past them.


“Here come the rest of ‘em, quick get behind me Eddie let’s surprise ‘em” Ben said & pushed him behind them.


“Well look here, Miss Beverly Marsh & Hamburger Helper” Eddie knew that voice, it was slightly deeper. But he knew it was Richie.


“Hey guys” That was Bill, for sure. He could see through Ben & Beverly that Stan was there.


He was holding Bills hand, so they weren’t lying.


“Who’s that behind you?” Stan spoke up.


“Well everyone, i’d like to present to you. The new & improved…….Eddie Kaspbrak!” Ben pushed him out.


“Eddie, what the…” Bill said smiling.


“It’s been so long” Stan said pulling him in a hug.


“Holy fucking shit” Eddie finally got a good look at Richie & he looked…..well, hot.


He had grown, he had to be at least 6’0. He still had those stupid glasses, but his face had matured. He noticed, he still had his Hawaiian shirt & well he looked damn amazing.


“No mom jokes?” Eddie finally said, his voice cracking.


“Well fuck Eddie, I don’t think I need your mom anymore.” Richie said looking him up & down.


“Well fuck Richie, your still an idiot.” Eddie said smiling at the taller boy.


Eddie hugged him, after all this time.


Yes, he still loves Richie.


((I might write a part 2 if anyone actually likes this lol))

Badass // Bill Denbrough

Word Count: 1319

Summary- After a long day of stress, Henry Bowers gets on your last nerve, and you surprise everyone with your method of handling him.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; Slowly but surely getting my requests done, I promise! Also I really need to stop writing Bill imagines and do others but like I’m trying to do my requests in order so.

Requested; Yes!

req; Hi! Can you do an imagine where the reader is sick of Bill being bullied by Henry for his stutter so when he’s bullying him she goes up to him and just flat out slaps him across the face and everyone in Bowers gang and the losers club just freezes like “holy shit she just did that” thank you! 😋

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It had been a long day. You’d failed your math test because you supposedly cheated off of one of the dumbest kids in the class (you didn’t by the way, they cheated off of you), Greta and her friends had called you names until tears sprung to your eyes, and to top it off, Bill was running late, and all you wanted to do was go home, unnoticed and quietly.


You should’ve known it wasn’t gonna happen.


After waiting for a solid 10 minutes for Bill by your locker, with no indication of him coming, you decided to look around and see if he’d messed up your meeting spot. You’d gone to his locker, only to find nothing. With a sigh, you left the school. When you exited the building, you saw your boyfriend standing face to face with the Bowers gang, the rest your friends behind him. “Oh, come on..” You muttered. As if things couldn’t get worse.


You spoke too soon.


As you walked up to them, you saw Vic look at you, and whisper something to Henry, making him turn your way. Henry turned, winking at you flirtatiously, and turned his attention back to the rest of the losers club. You rolled your eyes, holding back your gagging, and moving to stand with the rest of your friends, just beside Bill, crossing your arms in front of your chest, while Henry began to torment your boyfriend once again.


“W-w-what d-did y-you s-say t-t-there, b-b-Billie?” Henry tormented, cackling with his ‘friends’. You referred to them more so as his goons, but to all their own. Bill looked about ready to attack Bowers, so you gently grabbed his arm, gaining his attention. You shook your head no, indicating to him Henry wasn’t worth his time. Bill sighed, but followed your instructions and backed off. If it were anyone else, he would’ve fought Bowers (and likely lost), but you had an effect on him that calmed him even with the smallest of touches.


“Aww, does poor little Billie need his wittle girlfriend to come help him?” Henry laughed, and you clenched your fists, slowly turning around menacingly. You were fuming, and you were sure it was obvious from your expression. “Oh no, the wittle girl looks angry! I-I’m s-s-so s-s-scared!” He continued, earning a high five from the rest of his gang of idiots. You wouldn’t have it though, so you took it upon yourself to deal with it, the first way that came to your head. You walked straight up to Bowers, and without missing a beat, you straight up slapped him across the face.


Everyone fell silent, jaws dropping. “Did she..” Eddie whispered, and no one answered. You were in shock yourself, but you held your ground and a confident smirk. Inside, you were terrified.Henry could probably snap your arm in half with his bare hands, but by the looks of it, you hit a pretty good hit on him. “HOLY SHIT! Y/N L/N IS A BADASS!” Richie exclaimed, excitedly. The others laughed, and the Bowers gang just stood there, trying to hold their laughter while they waited for Henry’s command. A bunch of idiots is what they were, and without their leader, they were nothing.

“There’s more where that came from if you wanna keep teasing my boyfriend, Bowers.” You warned, earning a chorus of “oohs” among the losers. Henry glared st you, stepping forward. You had to look up to see him, and you weren’t going to lie, it was intimidating. He gestured for his friends to grab yours, each of them grabbing two, Belch easily grabbing Bill and Ben, Vic grabbing Beverly and Eddie, and Patrick grabbing Stan and Richie. All the losers began to fight against their restraints, but gave up when they realized there was no use. Besides Bill and Beverly, they ignored that fact and kept kicking and fighting.


While this was happening, Henry had grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, and slammed you back against the lockers. Your head smacked against the door, making you dizzy. Henry smirked, pulling something out of his pocket that made your breath hitch. His knife. The knife he used to cut into Ben’s flesh without hesitation; you feared you were next.


Henry, with a wild look in his eyes, lowered the knife to your skin, cutting deeply, making you scream. All the losers snapped their head in your direction. “Y/N!” They all called, worry evident in their voices. You bit your tongue. You had to hold your ground against Henry, and show him you weren’t afraid. Even if you were. “Is that all you got, Bowers?” You said through gritted teeth, masking your pain with anger.


Henry and his friends snickered. “I’ve barely got started, doll face.” Henry cackled, beginning to carve deeper into your arm. You blocked out your friends’ screams and protests, but as your

vision began to blur, you saw Vic look at Belch nervously, and him return the concerned glance. You began to see black spots, and you felt lightheaded.


You could faintly hear someone call out “Henry Bowers! What on .. do you .. doing?!” It was hard, but you managed to make out those few words. You felt Henry drop you, making you immediately to the floor, unable to hold yourself up. You began coughing, and blinking repeatedly, trying to stay conscious. The weight of Henry off of you was a blessing, and your vision slowly began to clear. Your arm was still bleeding, quite a lot, but the pain was maintainable, for now. You looked up to see your savior was none other than the teacher who’d failed you on your test.


“Henry Bowers, what is the meaning of this?” The teacher scolded, astounded. “I’ve heard rumours, but NEVER, should you be allowed weapons on school property-” Henry only rolled his eyes, clearly not listening. “I’m calling your father.” The teacher said, proudly. This caught Henry’s attention, and for once, he looked scared. “Oh, and Miss L/N, I’ll see you tomorrow for retaking that test.” He said, winking at you, and walked away.


“B-b-but” Henry stuttered, and you smirked. “Whose stuttering now, asshole?” You asked, boldly. Henry didn’t reply, only followed the teacher who walked away, begging him not to call his dad. You stood proudly in your place before looking at the other members of the Bowers gang. “Can we help you?” They all looked at each other and took off, running carelessly in the direction Henry had gone.


“Holy shit!” “I still can’t believe she did that!” “Just.. holy shit!” “Shut up, Richie!” “You shut up, Ed-” Your friends bantered as you walked out of the school, smirking proudly. “Be quiet!” You said seriously, scaring the losers. You laughed at their expressions, making them laugh nervously. “Oh come on guys, this doesn’t change anything. You’re acting like you don’t even know who I am anymore.” You rolled your eyes, playfully.


“We know who you are, we’re just surprised!” Eddie said, in wonder. “Why? You’ve seen how I act with Richie.” You shrugged, and they all agreed. (Let’s just say, Richie wasn’t the only trashmouth annoying one in the group.) Bill walked over to you, a frown on his face. “You could’ve got yourself hurt because of me.” He whispered, so only you could hear. “i can handle myself, Bill, you know that.” You told him, smiling reassuringly.


“I-I-I guess..” Bill said, unsure. He worried about you far too much, and it was unnecessary, but you still thought it was adorable that he cared so much about you. “And now everyone will know how badass your girlfriend is.” Richie said, clapping both you and Bill on the back. “Huh. I g-g-guess y-y-you’re right f-for once R-R-Richie.” Bill said, throwing an arm around your shoulder and smiling proudly. “Yes!” Richie exclaimed, making you all laugh. “Wait, Bill! You asshole!”

People before the movie comes out
  • "Critics": Heath Ledger is going to be the WORST Joker EVER! He looks like a member of Backstreet boys!
  • "Critics": Robert Downey Jr? Are you serious? That drunk? How are you even considering casting him as a superhero?
  • "Critics": Ben Affleck is WHAT now? You're joking right?
  • You're joking! He is the WORST!
  • "Critics": Who is playing Wonder Woman? Some Israeli chick? Idiots! You should cast Megan Fox!
  • "Critics": Jared Leto is going to be the BEST Joker EVER!
  • conclusion: People are dumb. Watch the movie first.

(banging pots and pans together) benverly on valentines day

  • ben uses some of his savings to buy her a small box of chocolates. he agonises over what to pick since he doesn’t know what she likes best (caramel? dark? coffee? white truffles with a cherry centre?) he gets them from the fancy store downtown where they ask if he wants a label writing. he declines, and puts them in the fridge when he gets home, taking care to not squash them in between the reat of the food.
  • valentine’s day rolls around and ben gets up extra early to pack. he remembers he forgot to buy a card, and quickly rummages through the emergency (because this is an emergency) box of cards to find one. it’s pink and red with glitter and a kitten on the front, and he practices his message on some paper before finally writing ‘dear valentine, save the best ones till last. love from, your secret admirer.’
  • he then slaps himself when he realises all the chocolates are the same.
  • he carefully makes sure the little bag of candy won’t get squished before setting off to school.
  • ben manages to avoid henry and his minions for the entire day and plans to put the chocolate and card on beverly’s locker. unfortunately, his science class is let out late and he misses his window. he realises he will have to give them to her in person.
  • this realisation fills him with equal parts joy and terror.
  • ben sets out down the steps and spots beverly sitting underneath a tree, alone. she’s stubbing a cigarette on the bark, which makes him wince a little, but he lets it go as fast as it came. he takes a big breath and starts walking over and when he’s stood over her she looks up.
  • he expects beverly to ignore him or make some sassy comment but her face lights up in a big genuine smile and she says, “hey, ben!”
  • he goes red to his ears when he hears her say his name and actually zones out for a second until she gently says, “you gonna stand there all day?”
  • ben did have a plan that involved being smooth but he blurts out “h-happy valentine’s day!” and practically throws the card and chocolate on her. he then cringes when he realises he’s probably ruined any future interaction with her forever.
  • there’s a silence as beverly slowly looks over the candy and the card, opening the envelope by running her finger under the flap and smoothing it out carefully so it doesn’t crease or tear, and she opens the card and reads it through, and she pulls open the bag of chocolates and rolls one of the little red foil-wrapped candies in her fingers.
  • and then after what seems like an age she stands up and ben gasps because her eyes are brimming with tears and he thinks she’s going to cuss him out for being a dumb idiot or something but then she kisses him and everything is perfect in that one singular moment
  • it’s a gentle sweet kiss but there’s genuine love and meaning and when she pulls away she giggles and goes “it wouldn’t be fair of me to not share this with a loved one on valentine’s day” and ben nearly whoops in joy
  • they walk home holding hands and when henry yells at them from the trans-am she roars back at him and he slides back through the window like “wtf” and ben is so heart-eyes
  • i love benverly
Crazy in Your Arms

Crazy in Your Arms by evansrogerskitten

Dean Winchester x Reader

Reader’s heart is broken and she turns to the one man in her life that she knows she can depend on.

Warnings: Infidelity related angst, fluff, feels, language, alcohol, making out. WC: 2071 On AO3

A/N: I needed some Dean fluff ♥ “Crazy” by Gnarls Barkley was my song with the fucker who broke my heart (symbolic, right?) So thank you @becs-bunker for the chance to give this song a new meaning for your 21st challenge! Also Gone with the Wind is my fav movie so it was fun to incorporate 2 quotes for @bulletcrossbowpie’s SPN Movies Challenge. And the quote “I constantly want to kiss you” is for @kas-not-cas 2.5K Follower Writing Challenge. Not my gif, thanks to that peep. 


I remember when

I remember, I remember when I lost my mind

There was something so pleasant about that place

Even your emotions have an echo in so much space

And when you’re out there, without care

Yeah I was out of touch

But it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough

I just knew too much

My body shook uncontrollably as I sat up in the driver’s seat of my black Mustang. I thought I was going to throw up as nausea built in my stomach, and a piercing shock radiated from my broken heart. Reality was sinking in with every mile that I drove as the image of my boyfriend fucking his ex-girlfriend repeated over and over in my mind like the recurring scarring memory of a horrible car crash.

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That’s No Way to Speak to Your Senator

Request: “Seeing that senator Ben arts made me think of a prompt… how about manwhore Senator!Ben seducing his jedi guard because he is in love with her since the very first time he’s seen her. Bonus points if there are rumors of him moaning her name whenever he has relations with other women. Jedi guard reader is of course, a shy sweet virgin. ByE.”

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: implied smut

Eyeing your red flashing arm commlink, you hastily made your way to the guard barracks to report to the head of security. Turning the corner, you almost bumped into him, his arms easily catching you at your shoulders before you toppled over.

“There you are!” He huffed, stiffening his jaw. “You have no idea how frantic this day has been.”

“What’s going on Rex?” You asked, stifling a yawn, as you normally worked night shifts and slept during the day.

“Everything. There’s a meeting for the New Galactic Republic being hosted today, Senator Organa-Solo’s personal assistant is stuck organising his- well, everything- and I’m busy getting together security, and there’s no one to escort the Senator to his dressing room this morning.” Rex let out a quick breath after relaying the information. “That’s where you come in. I need you to wake his lazy ass up and get him ready.”

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anonymous asked:

Henry Cavill's "I love my boyfriend!!" smile he gives every time he looks at Ben is what I live for.

ME TOO

HE’S JUST SO SMILEY NO MATTER WHAT BEN DOES OR SAYS

He has a smile literally glued to his face around Ben, it’s equally disgusting and cute, he’s so fond of him and I don’t know how to deal. What’s even better is that BEN IS EQUALLY AS GROSS

THEY’RE THE WORST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ink-stained memories // reggie mantle soulmate au pt4

Ink-Stained Memories (Part 4 to Ink-Stained Skin)

Ink-Stained Masterlist

Summary: Distance can sometimes be a good thing.

Words: 1.1k

Masterlist

“Dude, can you turn that down? It’s really not helping.” Reggie grumbled, lifting his head from against the car window.

The chords to ‘Only Love’ by Ben Howard rang through his ears as Chuck increased the volume with a smug grin on his face. In that instant, Reggie suddenly regret agreeing on going on the road trip with his idiot friend and his closeted friend.

“What was that? Start the song again? No worries, man. I got ‘chu.” Chuck smirked and as loudly as the duo possibly could, they began singing along to the lyrics. It was a sight Reggie never expected to see. His two best friends shouting the lyrics to a Ben Howard song at each other.

“Reggie, you’re with me, always around me. RE-JEC-TED.” Chuck sung, earning a few looks from the car next to them at the stoplight. With one swift motion, both Moose and Chuck turned around to face Reggie with smirks playing across their faces, lifting their fingers up and pointing it at him.

“RE-JEC-TED.”

The group sat around the breakfast bar in the Andrews kitchen, discussing the events that had lead to the distance between (Y/N) and Reggie. They had spent the entire night prior discussing what they had been currently discussing. Archie’s faced tugged into a smile as he noticed his best friend gazing out, stuck in her daydream.

“(L/N), what are you thinking about?” he asked, gaining her attention immediately.

“I’m pushing away my soulmate, for what reason?” she groaned, taking her friends by surprised. She had stayed silent for most of the time they had been at the Andrews household.

“You’re scared of getting hurt and we all understand and even Reggie will understand. Stop overthinking it, (Y/N), it’s not healthy to overthink.” Veronica sighed, approaching her friend slowly.

“Because I’m scared of getting hurt? But, he’s my soulmate, he can’t hurt me too badly and he possibly couldn’t break my heart because wether we like it or not, we’ve been bound together from birth and we’ll be bound together til death. Anyways, lemme at the food.”

Pushing herself up and leaning forward, (Y/N) grabbed the pancake from Archie’s plate. She looked around and saw her friends gawking at her with their eyebrows raised “What? Just because I’m sad doesn’t mean I can’t eat pancakes. It actually just gives me extra reason to steal your food.”

The trio sat atop of the hood of Moose’s car, watching the sunset from the distance. Reggie’s mind wandered back to Riverdale and to (Y/N). He wondered if she was seeing the same sunset the same colour that painted the sky her favourite shade of orange and the more he thought the more he longed to return home and see her. The further he was away from her, the stronger the pull towards her felt. He began to think whether the pull had always been there or if it began the moment he realised it was her.

“Dude, she literally calls you Reginald.”

“And?” His voice was laced with confusion.

“You’d punch me if I even attempted to call you Reginald.” Chuck frowned

The memory of his previous conversation with Chuck was enough to fill him with adrenaline. He pushed himself up and rushed towards the passenger’s side of his friends car and frantically searched through the glove box for a pen or a marker.

Before he even pressed the ink to his skin, he noticed the words scribbled on his arm in the tiniest writing he had ever seen.

'reginald, for years people have been searching for a cure for sadness, something that would cure the emptiness they felt on the inside. shamefully, i was one of those people. note the past tense, that’s important. it’s not present tense bcos ive found my own personal cure for the sadness i sometimes feel. everyone is allowed a down day once in awhile but once i looked into ur eyes, the eyes that glow my favourite shade of sunset orange when u smile, the sadness seemed to melt away and im sorry if i pushed u away, im scared, reginald. no im terrified bcos we’re too similar for our own good and im terrified that i’ll do something wrong and push you away and u wont be there anymore.’

Reggie gazed at his arm, rereading the words that she had written in an attempt of saving the words in his memory. His emotion ran high as he fought back the tears, as a way to save getting teased by his two best friends. Reggie knew that (Y/N)’s words was only the beginning of their ink-stained memories.

Moose and Chuck watched from the outside as Reggie ran his fingers through the ink that stained most of his forearm. Despite their tough exterior, the two could sense the sadness that pulsed through their friend and their captain, they had known Reggie for the longest time and he hadn’t truly shown emotion in front of them until he found out (Y/N) was his soulmate. Despite their need to tease, they realised that it wasn’t an appropriate time and looked at each other, in order to confirm their thoughts.

“Do you think our soulmates will affect us as bad as it has with Reg?” Moose asked, his lips pulling into a frown.

For the first time in his life, Chuck’s words seemed to make sense “Soulmates aren’t easy, Moose. It’s harder for Mantle, he can feel everything she feels, her bruises appear on his skin, they are basically one person, whereas with our soulmates, we are each other’s half, we form one whole once found but ever since birth they have always been one.”

“Dude, I didn’t need a deep answer, a yes or no would’ve been fine.”

Archie’s arm flung onto the back of the booth as he slid in, gaining the seat opposite from (Y/N). Her eyes lit up at the sight of  the flamed hair boy opposite her and the rest of her friends approaching. “What’ve you got there?” Kevin’s head nodded towards her right forearm.

“I took Ronnie’s advice and wrote down my thoughts to Reggie. It’s corny and I hate myself for writing it but it’s what I was thinking.” (Y/N) turned to face Veronica who was sat next to her blonde friend “If he teases me for being corny, I’ll forever hate you Veronica Lodge.”

“I’m guessing you two are on good terms now?” Archie raised an eyebrow.

“Mantle’s been whipped for (Y/N) since he first found out. Of course they’re okay.” Kevin rolled his eyes “So tell me, when’s the dick appointment?”

The entire booth burst out into laughter which soon came to a halt as Reggie stood in front of them, soaked through from the rain outside, his breathing hard and heavy. “Did you mean that? Did you mean those words?”

“Reggie, aren’t you meant to be with Moose and Chuck?” Archie raised his eyebrow.

“Did you run here?” (Y/N) asked, her eyes never leaving his.

“Did. You. Mean. Them?” he spoke slowly as he tried to regain his breathing.

“Of course, I did.”

“You’re unbelievably cheesy,” he grinned

“I hate you so, so much, Reginald Mantle.”

“I beg to differ.”

July 4th (Reddie)

Helloo! i wrote this in like one sitting so i’m sorry if its terrible?? but like i love soft Reddie with fireworks so

Summary: Eddie finds out that Richie’s alone for July 4th, and plans a surprise for him

Word count: 2,175

Please leave me requests, my ask is linked in my bioooo

Also just generally leave me asks, i love them sm??


Everyone in the losers club knew that Richie’s home life was pretty bad. They never exactly asked him about it, but they knew it was bad. They rarely stayed at Richie’s house, and when they did his parents weren’t there. Richie usually avoided discussions about parents. He had talked about them fondly maybe once in his entire 16 years of living.

Eddie often felt bad complaining about his mother to Richie. Mrs. K was mental, and Eddie often complained to the group about her, and the group often made jokes about about her. But Eddie rarely complained to Richie, about his mother, when they were alone.

Eddie never really asked questions, when Richie climbed through his bedroom window, either. He just accepted the boy into his bed, warning, every night, to be gone the next morning before Eddie’s mother woke up. Eddie hated the fact that Richie would have to go home so early the next morning. Back to his house, which he had ran from in fear the night before.

Richie didn’t mind though. He just thought it was amazing how his best friend was always there for him. All of his friends were, but Eddie especially. Richie was never fully sure of his feelings for Eddie, but they weren’t the same as his feelings for the other losers, that was for sure.

That was what Richie was thinking about, when Bill snapped his fingers in front of Richie’s eyes. They were all sat in a circle, beside the quarry. It was a warm July 3rd, and all of the losers seemed to be discussing their plans for Independence Day.

“What?” Richie questioned, looking around the group. Everyone seemed to be looking at him, eyebrows raised, wondering what could have been more important than this conversation.

“We were asking what your plans were for tomorrow, idiot.” Stanley rolled his eyes, nudging Richie’s shoulder, with his own.

“Oh.” Richie nodded, slowly. He then shrugged, slightly, remembering his plans. “I’ll probably just watch movies or something.”

“But it’s July 4th! You can’t just stay home and watch movies!” Ben protested, shaking his head.

“What else am I gonna do?” Richie questioned. His voice was calm, and had a tone of disinterest. “My parents are out of town, and I’m hardly going to crash one of you guys’ family days.” He sounded like he didn’t care. But deep down he did.

All of the losers looked at each other, and Richie immediately felt awkward. He had put a downer on the mood. He stood up slowly, looking at the sky for a second, and then back at the losers. “It’s getting kind of dark. I’m gonna head home. I’ll see you guys on the 5th.” He grabbed his bag, and wandered away from the group, listening to their goodbyes.

Whilst Richie went home, Eddie formulated a plan in his head. He then told the others. “We gotta do something about Richie!” His voice came out more desperate than he had expected.

“Ok, calm down, Lover Boy.” Stanley teased. “What do you have in mind, to impress your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“You wish he was, though.” Mike smirked, pointing an accusing finger at Eddie. Eddie’s face grew red, as he shook his head.

“Getting back to the point!” Eddie snapped. “I think we should surprise him with a party.”

“A p-party?” Bill rose an eyebrow.

“Yes!” Eddie nodded, quickly. “All of your plans are during the day! My moms plans are for us to visit my grandmother, but I can get out of it. I’ll go to Richie’s and watch movies with him. And you guys can set stuff up in the back yard, after your families celebrate. Mike, can you get us some extra food?” Mike nodded. “And Beverly, can you get some fireworks?” Beverly nodded.

“You’re a smart man, Edward.” Stanley nodded, “Richie’s gonna love it.”

“I hope so.” Eddie shrugged.


Richie was groggy, and annoyed, when his doorbell rang the next morning. He had been having a peaceful sleep, and now some idiot had ruined it, by waking him up. At 11am, as well. He opened the door, almost slamming it into the wall. Richie was working up a speech in his head, to snap at whoever was on the other side of the door. But once he saw who was on the other side of the door, all of his anger melted away. “Eddie?”

“Hey, Richie.” Eddie chirped, grinning up at Richie. He was holding a backpack in front of him, and he was in shorts and a t-shirt.

“What are you doing here, Eds?” Richie questioned, scratching the back of his neck. “Thought you were visiting your family today?”

“I passed on it. Thought I’d spend the day with you instead.” Eddie shrugged, pushing past Richie, to get into his house. Richie closed the door slowly, turning to follow Eddie through to his kitchen. “You have breakfast yet?”

“No, I just woke up.” Richie explained, and Eddie nodded, dropping his bag onto Richie’s table.

“I brought over food. Go get dressed, and I’ll make it.” Eddie ordered, rooting around in his bag for a second. Richie nodded, slowly, and walked back upstairs. He took the quickest shower of his life, and changed into his black jeans, and white t-shirt.

He walked back downstairs, and into the kitchen, quietly. He stood in the door step watching Eddie sway in front the stove, holding a pan in one hand. He had put on the radio, and some disco song, from years ago, was flooding the kitchen. Richie couldn’t help but smile, as he walked further into the kitchen. “So what are you making, Eddie Spaghetti?” Richie questioned, leaning against the counter.

“Pancakes. I even brought over toppings for you.” Eddie smiled, concentrating on the pan in front of him.

“Thoughtful.” Richie muttered, feeling his heart swell in his chest. He bit his lip, watching Eddie put some pancakes on one of the plates beside him. There was already some on it, and the plate next to it was full as well.

“There’s maple syrup, and whipped cream in my bag. Grab it.” Eddie ordered, turning the stove off. Richie nodded, letting his feet carry him towards Eddie’s bag. He reached in, grabbing the ‘toppings’, putting them on the table, and pulling a chair out for Eddie. Eddie walked over, placing the plates on the table, and slid into the seat Richie had pulled out for him.

“You know you don’t have to babysit me today, Eds.” Richie said, pouring maple syrup onto his pancakes.

“I’m not. I’m spending time with my best friend. Now stop being an ass hat, and eat your fucking pancakes.” Eddie snapped.


They had finished their pancakes by twelve o’clock, and had made their way into Richie’s living room. They had been watching movies since. Eddie had told the losers to be over by 5, organising Richie’s back garden. He told them he would take Richie out at 6. All the losers had agreed that it would look great, but on one condition.

“You gotta tell Richie you like him.” Beverly had told him, over the phone. “This is the perfect time to tell him! The losers all promise to make sure everything looks perfect, and we’ll gladly party with you two, but tell him. Tomorrow. Some stage. Otherwise we’ll never help you again.”

“What if he doesn’t like me back?” Eddie had asked. Beverly had then proceeded to tell him that she was pretty sure Richie Tozier was head over heels for him. So Eddie agreed.

Although, when Eddie’s watch beeped, telling him it was 6 o’clock, he felt sick. He didn’t want to tell Richie anymore. Fear was bubbling inside of him. His stomach felt as though it could explode.

“Can you stop that thing from beeping, Eds?” Richie questioned, looking at Eddie, who was right beside him. The couch was large, but they were still sat practically on top of each other. Eddie got up slowly.

“Cmon.” Eddie said quickly, after turning his watch off. Richie rose an eyebrow. Eddie rolled his eyes, grabbing Richie’s arm, and pulling him off the couch. Eddie ignored Richie’s protests to continue watching the movie, and Eddie dragged him through the kitchen.

“Where are we going? We still have half of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off left!” Richie argued.

“Shut up, and close your eyes.” Eddie ordered. Richie opened his mouth, to protest again, but Eddie was already interrupting. “Do it, Tozier!” He snapped.

Richie sighed, covering his eyes with one of his hands. Eddie opened Richie’s back door, looking around. The losers were scattered around the garden. There were four large blankets laid out, a table with food on it, fireworks set up in a line, a few beers and sodas in a cooler, and a few random banners.

Eddie closed the door slowly, and nudged Richie. “You can look now.” Richie slowly pulled his hand away from his eyes, and looked around.

“Oh my god!” His eyes were wide, as he took in the scene in front of him. “You guys are the best, what the fuck?!”

“It was Eddie’s idea!” Beverly said quickly. Eddie blushed, ever so slightly, when Richie looked at him. His eyes looked huge, under his glasses, and his face was practically glowing with happiness.

“Thanks Eds.” Richie grinned, throwing an arm over Eddie’s shoulder. “Lets get this party started, then!” Richie shouted, and everyone laughed at his enthusiasm.

A few hours later, the darkness had fallen on Derry. All of the losers had had a few beers, that Bev had managed to get from somewhere. Mike had decided to only have one beer, because he was in charge of the fireworks. They had all their food, just as the sun was setting, and now most of the losers were lying on blankets.

Richie was sat, beside Eddie, on one of the blankets. Beverly was sat beside Stan and Bill, talking quietly. Ben was helping Mike fix the fireworks, because it was finally dark enough to set them off.

“This is perfect.” Richie said, quietly, breaking the silence between him and Eddie. Eddie looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. “Did you really plan this all? For me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Richie shrugged slightly, blushing. “It’s a holiday, Rich. I couldn’t bare the thought of you being alone on a holiday.” Eddie explained, smiling slightly at Richie’s blush.

“I just didn’t expect it.. I would’ve been fine spending the day alone.” Richie shrugged again. Eddie rolled his eyes, slightly.

“I got it!” Mike called. “Get ready to be amazed!” He seemed excited, as Beverly tossed her lighter at him. Mike caught it, and lit one of the strings quickly, and moved back, with Ben. Everyone in the group watched, as the firework flew into the sky, and exploded. Everyone let out a soft ‘ohhh’, as they watched it. Mike began lighting the other fireworks, moving away again.

“They’re beautiful.” Eddie stated, staring in amazement up at the sky.

“So are you.” Richie blurted. Eddie turned his head quickly, staring at Richie. Richie blushed, instantly, feeling embarrassed about what he had said. Eddie stared at him for a second, processing exactly what he had said.

‘So are you’ was running around his head. Richie thought he was beautiful. He had just admitted it. And Eddie could feel adrenaline coursing through his veins. Was Beverly right? Did Richie like him back? Did Eddie have a chance here? There was only one way to find out.

Eddie leaned forward, quickly, and pressed his lips to Richie’s. He pulled away almost instantly, but Richie still felt it. The soft, light kiss that Eddie had placed on his lips.

Richie’s mind was scattered, as he grabbed Eddie, pulling him onto his lap. Eddie was practically straddling him. And Richie’s hands were holding Eddie in his place. Eddie opened his mouth, to say something, but Richie cut him off by smashing his lips against Eddie’s, just as another firework went off. Eddie’s arms slowly snaked around Richie’s neck, pulling them closer together.

Eddie’s lips were soft against Richie’s chapped ones. Richie’s tongue swiped against Eddie’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. Eddie’s lips immediately parted, giving Richie access. Their tongues seemed to dance around each others mouths. Richie squeezed Eddie’s hips, which made the smaller boy jump slightly, and Richie smirk.

Richie pulled away slowly, looking up at Eddie, who’s face was lit up by the fireworks, still exploding. Eddie was panting slightly, and his eyes were sparkling. Richie kissed him again, quickly. Barely a peck.

They had been in there own little world, but were brought out of it by cheers. Richie peered over Eddie’s shoulder to see their friends, clapping and cheering, and staring at them. Eddie turned his head, looking at them and laughing quietly, before turning back to Richie, gazing down at him. They both stared at each other for a second.

“Happy 4th of July..” Eddie mumbled, kissing Richie again.

King-Napped~(Harry x Ben x Gil - Smut)

A/N: This is my 1st time writing fanfiction so be a little easy on meh. Also, depending on what time you’re viewing this fic this might not be too canonically accurate. This fic is just playing on the scenario of Ben being captured by Uma’s crew and that’s all that I went with. And lastly, enjoy!! :D

Words: A lot. O_o

Warnings: Smut, Smut, & more Smut.

“Ugh, where are they?” Ben thought to himself. He wondered down the dark and wretched area of the isle. Being a citizen of Auradon, it only made sense for him to be lost. Every turn seemed to be scarier and terrifying than the last. He was alone on the hunk of villainous rock, thankfully his bad boy-ish current wardrobe given to him by Evie made him out to be quite isle-like which made it easier to blend in with the others. Though, even with the new look, he felt alone. Like a black sheep in a pack of white. And his loneliness was all his fault. His curiosity of the place got the best of him and drove him to abandon his friends that came along with him, the other VKs. Ben kept walking down the paths hoping he’d run into his friends. Each path was extremely dark, it being night at that current time. Though, to him, it was probably the darkest of nights he’d ever seen. The streets of the isle had hardly any lights on the streets when nights had strike, which was completely different from the happy, joyful ambiance of Auradon. His eyes never knew darkness like this, which made it extremely hard to see. Ben’s optimism still kept him going.

 He kept walking quietly begging to run into one of the VKs, though instead he ran into something else. A hunk of wood hit him in the face and fell to the ground off of what seemed to be a pole when he wasn’t paying attention. It seemed to have something written on it. He couldn’t quite make it out. After some good fixations he finally found a way to read what it said. In the very dim moonlight, the sign had read, ‘Low Tide Lane’. He then looked forward from where he encountered the sign only to find humps of what seemed to be carts. His curiosity got the best of him again and he went to look at them. Inside with the very little light he had, he saw a few items. He saw barrels, pieces of wood, chunks of crabgrass. pond scum, and so on. For a normal person something like this can be seen as boring or peculiar, but Ben couldn’t help but find it rather interesting to see the kind of lives the villains lived. As he kept looking, he stumbled upon an object. A rather round looking object. After further investigation it seemed to had resemble a lantern. 

Ben’s face grew happy with excitement over the fact that he finally had a source of light through this darkness he was in. He went to grab it but quickly hesitated. There was no seller at the cart for him to buy from. Being a king he felt it would be rather not kingly to steal. Though, after a while of thought, he came to the conclusion of taking a lantern. Sure it wasn’t a very integrity-filled idea, but the night was long and dark, and he needed a light source. Ben strode off with the lantern in his hands feeling rather content and slightly devious at the same time. When he finally had the lantern lit, the area around him lit up with it. Everything was illuminated with the glow of the lantern, even the carts and path ahead of him. All except a certain object in his path. Though, it didn’t look to be an object, it looked like a figure, that of which belonged to a person. Ben stared at it for a while. “Um, hello..” said Ben nervously. After a moment, the figure finally moved and replied to Ben with a sinister Scottish sounding, “ello.” The figure had something in his hand. It seemed round.  “Um, what’s that you got there, b-buddy?” asked Ben nervously. “Oh, this, why I’m sure ye would know, wouldn’t ye, lad?” he replied. Before Ben could reply, the figure lit up the object revealing it out to be a lantern. “It’s a lantern, like the one ye stole.” The figure brought the lantern to his face, revealing a rather young looking brunette pirate with blazing clear grey/blue eyes surrounded in eyeliner, followed by a chilling grin. Ben saw the face and got nervous, “Oh, well, okay then, I-I should be going now,” he said slowly backing up trying to make an escape. “Oh, I’m not so sure that’s a very good idea, ” the guy said before running at Ben full force with a clenched fist. Ben attempted to make a run for it, but the guy’s speed was much faster. Then the last thing Ben saw was the fist the guy had clashing against his face. Then it was all black.

Moments past and Ben finally awoken, his vision was very blurry, but he still tried to make out where he was. All around him he saw an area that seemed to be constructed of wood. The place stunk of rotten wood, and fish. He tried to his  to gather his thoughts as to what the place was, but couldn’t because his head still was throbbing from the punch that made him blackout. he tried to rub his head with hands only time to fall flat on his face. A wave of shock hit as he fell. He then looked down at hands only to realize they were tied tight to his ankles which was the reason behind his fall. “Where am I?” thought Ben. He tried to look around some more to come up with an answer, but couldn’t wrap his mind around his whereabouts. Eventually, he gave up looking, and used his very little optimism he had in him at that moment to somehow hope the others would find him, wherever he was. While he waited lying down he felt something, a bobbing. As if his body was sinking and rising. He found himself questioning the bobbing up until he heard a sudden crash of water the area which made it bob up higher and sink down again. Then it all made sense. The wooden interior, the foul smell of rotten wood and fish, and the bobbing, he was on a pirate’s ship! Ben’s eyes shot open with realization. “I’ve been captured on a pirate’s ship!” Ben shouted. The shout echoed and footsteps were heard following it. 

“Dammit,” Ben mumbled to himself. “Right ye are, ma friend.” said a familiar voice getting closer. Ben looked up to see the same face he had seen before he blackout. “This is ma pirate’s ship.” he said in his sinister tone. “Uh, Harry, don’t you mean it’s Uma’s ship,I mean, she is the captain, after all.” said another voice. Ben looked up at him to see a rather brawny looking blonde boy decked in pirate wear. “Ugh, shut up, Gil.” Harry replied with a scowl. “W-Who are you two?!” Ben asked slightly trembling. The two pirates looked down at him. The brunette grin evilly. “Why, I am the great Harry Hook, lad, son of Captain Hook.” Ben’s heart sunk at that thought, and nervously look at the other. “A-And you?” Ben asked. “What?” replied Gil. “He’s askin’ who ye are, idiot.” Harry scolded. “Oh! I’m Gil, son of Gaston.” He chuckled. Ben’s heart sunk deeper in his chest. Gaston and his parents had some rough history together, so now that   their children have met in person, Ben’s last hope of optimism was gone. He knew he was going to killed, he knew this was the end. Ben’s face filled with sorrow at thought of his coming fate. 

The two boys saw this. “Aw, why so sad, huh,” asked Harry. “You two..are going to kill me, aren’t you?” Ben asked in sadness. “Oh, why of course not..” Harry replied with a level of sass in his voice. “Like we’re really not,” Gil followed, with a sincere tone in his voice. Harry gave Gil another scowl. “What, we aren’t, you heard Uma we’re only using him to blackmail Mal and the other traitors.” Ben’s face lit up with the information given. “Yeah, I know that, but yer not s’pose to say it around ‘em, now he’s not gonna be scared since he has a chance of possibly living, ye idiot!” Gil raised his arms and grinned at Harry who was frowning hard at him. Ben sighed. “Oh, thank fairy god mother.” Ben said relieved at his chance of living. “I thought you two would just kill me because of my parents.” “What’s wrong with your parents?” Gil asked grinning curiously. “Oh, I figured you’d know, considering since..they’re..y’know..Belle and the beast.” Gil’s eyes shot open, and he stared at Ben with an intensity. Moments of silence past, Gil and Ben were locked in a stare down. Harry looked at Gil’s face. “Uh, ye okay there, lad?” He asked Gil. Finally Gil snapped out of his trance. “Harry, let’s kill him.” Gil finally spoke. “But I thought ye sai-” Harry started. “I know what I said, but I’m sure Uma wouldn’t care if this guy was dead, I know I don’t, his folks killed my dad.” Harry looked at Gil for a bit and smiled deviously. “Well, well, well, I think yer right, gilly-boy.” He said grabbing his sharp hook. Gil had drawn his sword. They both walked towards the King, ready to go for the kill. 

Ben tried to wiggle away, but couldn’t, he finally looked at the two at shouted a loud, “WAIT!” The shout threw the pirates off, from the expected graceful kingly tone Ben had possessed beforehand. Ben looked at both of them surprised that his shout worked. “U-Uh, look, I know you want to kill me, and I can see why, but please..release me and we’ll put this all in the past, I’ll do anything you want..” The pirates looked at him. “Anything?” asked Harry with a slight smirk. “Y-Yeah, anything, p-please don’t kill me!” replied Ben. Harry looked at Ben. “Ye thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?” Gil looked at him clueless, “No, we don’t have the same brains, dude.”Gil said jokingly. “Argh..clearly,” Harry replied rolling his eyes. Harry then cupped his hands around Gil’s ears and whispered. Harry stopped whispering and they both looked at each other and grinned. 

They looked at Ben. “Very well,” said Harry. He then slashed his hook on Ben’s ropes letting him free. Ben sighed in relief and got up to leave. “Hold it there, lad,” Harry said stopping Ben. “Before ye can leave, we want our part of deal first.” “Oh, okay then, what do you guys want, then?” Ben asked. They both looked at each other then at Ben. They both then said at the time, “You.” Ben eyes shot open and sweat dripped down his face. “M-Me, but why?” “Why, not?” Harry added. “Uma put us both through the trouble of having to guard ye fer a good while now, and when she gets back and sees yer gone, we’re gonna get our asses handed to us by her, so why not give us yers as a reward, huh?”  Ben thought long and hard. This was right thing to do and Ben really didn’t want to face the consequences if he were to deny the request. “Okay, I accept.” Ben replied.

“Good choice, matey.” Harry replied. Harry then grab a hold of his hook and used the end to grope Ben’s collar. He ever so slowly pulled Ben to him, eventually locking lips with him. A shade of red immediately appeared on Ben’s face. To Ben, it felt really weird to be kissing a boy. He was always raised to go after a princess and seek a kiss from a princess, that breaking said rule felt weird. Though, to be honest, he liked that feeling of weirdness. He liked that feel of rebellion. He liked the feeling of kissing a boy. While their lips we’re locked, Ben took a good look at Harry. He eye’d Harry’s attractive features. He looked at his perfect facial structures, perfect physique, and everything that fell in between. He could feel himself slowly stiffen, as he eye’d Harry some more, eventually his hormonal adrenaline got the best of him, and made Ben grab Harry’s face and pull him into a more passionate kiss. Harry was a bit taken back at the change, but got used to it fast and enjoyed his kiss. Both Harry and Ben’s tongue were battling for dominance, but no one won. While the two boys were going at it, Gil sat bat behind them watching their heated make out session. One hand was down his pants grasping his erecting penis. His body wanted the both of them, wanting them bad. He then took notice the tightening of both of the boys tight leather pants. He knew what he had to do, what we wanted to do. Without hesitation, Gil got up an walked towards them both. 

“Hey now, don’t forget about me,” he said with a cheeky smile. Harry and Ben broke apart from their kiss to look at Gil. “Eh, we don’t need any ‘elp up here, but how 'bout ye help us down there,” Harry said pointing to both his and Ben’s pants. Gil smiled back in reply and got on his knees between the two boys. Gil took both of the boys’ pants off and their boxers leaving them bottomless. Gil grabbed the boys’ members and started sucking take turns between both of them. Harry and Ben kept kissing taking quick breaks to moan from the blowjob. Ben especially took quite a number of breaks, however. For not many know this, but despite being well known in Auradon, and being a major heart throb, he was always a virgin. His parents never wanted him to lose his virginity until he had married to a queen. This was another kingly rule he broken, the third after, stealing, and be attracted to a boy. The rebelliousness of all these actions fueled his sexual adrenaline. With each disgraceful rebel thought the adrenaline rose. Higher, higher, and more higher it rose. Up until it had finally reached its peak. And once it did, Ben couldn’t help but let out a loud lustful moan, while letting something else out at the same time. Gil’s mouth was firmly wrapped around Ben’s phallus. Gil’s face scrunched up and he let out a groan mouth still on the phallus. Ben looked down in curiousity to see what had happened to Gil. Gil then slowly removed the member to reveal thick white semen dripping from Gil’s mouth. When Ben saw this, his face went crimson. Harry looked down at the occurrence. “My, my, my, cummin’ already, huh?” Harry asked with a smirk, “Looks like we got our selves an 'orny one, huh Gilly-boy?” Gil looked up and nodded wiping the semen from his mouth. “I-I’m sorry..” Ben said with an embarrassed tone. “No need, dude” Gil said getting up, “I just have that effect on people.” he said with a chuckle. Ben and Harry chuckled back. “Okay, my turn!” Gil shouted excitedly dropping his pants and boxers. “Wha-” Ben was about to ask before having his head shoved down and Gil’s fully erected cock shoved in his mouth. Ben was taken a back by the abrupt sex position change, but alas, he got used to it. “Ohh, fuck yeah,” Gil said in pleasure. Ben kept sucking, and Harry watched from a far. While Harry watched he noticed Ben’s ass being perfectly out and seen, Harry then went for the kill. “Don’t mind if I do,” Harry said getting on the ground closer to Ben. Harry then inserted his member using the saliva on it from Gil as lube. Ben immediately stopped sucking and gasped from the insertion. “What’s the matter, lad, am I too big for ye?” Harry asked grinning. Ben’s widely gaping mouth came close and he then shook his head and went back to his blowjob on Gil. Harry went on to thrust fiercingly into Ben, making Ben have to stop sucking and let out a moan or two in both pain and pleasure. This went on for a bit, until Gil found himself getting a little frustrated. “Ugh, Harry, stop, everytime you fuck you him hard like that he stops blowing me!” Gil requested angrily. “Well, what can I say I’m just that good,” Harry replied. “Puh-lease, I’m a way better fucker than you, Hook.” Gil said. “Is this a challenge I am hearin’? Harry asked with his signature evil grin. "You know it,” Gil added. Harry and Gil always loved a challenge or competition, and this particular one they were definitely not passing up. Harry nodded signifying he’d accepted the challenge, and Gil slipped his cock out of Ben’s mouth. Ben looked up at Gil at confusion as to why he ended the blowjob, only to feel himself being lifted by the thighs by Harry. Gil then brought himself closer to Ben face to face and latched on to Ben by the thighs. “Wait, what’s going on?” Ben asked in panic confusion. “Eh, Ben, ye ever had two cocks in ye at one time?” Harry asked. “N-No! I never had one in me in general, at least not until I got here, I used to be virgin back at Auradon.” Ben answered. “Virgin, huh, well this should be fun for ye.” Harry said grinning in anticipation. Harry then reached below Ben and grabbed a cheek of his ass and moved it to expose Ben’s hole and then he went on to insert himself again. Ben moaned once again upon the penetration, and Harry started pumping as he was earlier. “Yeah, yeah, okay, so you can make him moan a bit, I’ll make him scream.” Gil said grabbing a cheek and doing the same as Harry. This time Gil had to use a finger to stretch Ben’s hole, since it was so tight, but after some stretching and tugging, Gil got himself inside of Ben. Gil’s prediction came true as Ben let out a rather lustful shriek upon having him inside of him, that of which made Gil laugh. The two boys went at it. They both pumping hard, as if they were trying to win a race. Ben just sat there in the strong grasp of the two be fucked mid-air by both. His innocent kingly moans became angry shrieks of passion and pleasure. There was some “fuck yeahs” there, and some, “harders” there. Ben’s innocence was gone and was taken by the two, and Ben couldn’t be anymore prouder. Eventually the the pumping soon cause the very feeling to rush in Ben again. The “adrenaline"was rising again. It felt larger, though, like once it peaked Ben was going to explode. It soon started rose. Higher, higher, more higher, then it peaked. Waves of lust struck Ben and he came buckets, of which sprayed all over Gil’s face giving the perfect sexual facial. Ben moaned and panted hard as if he was dying. The two pirates stopped thrusting and tried to catch their breaths. "T-Told you I have that effect on people,” Gil said between breaths, wiping his face of the mask of cum off. The two pirates then set Ben down who was still slightly panting. “I’m sure yer legs are sore as fuck, huh?” Harry asked. Ben just nodded and kept panting. Harry stopped to watch Ben and admire his work. He helped in turning this good boy bad, that turned him every way, shape, and form of on. Harry groped his cock and started to pump on it watching Ben. Very soon Harry felt his orgasm rising. He then got by Ben’s face and gently opened his mouth using his hook. A stream of cum shot into Ben’s mouth and Harry moaned hard at his climax. Gil watched this event and not much later his orgasm had came up as well. When he was ready to to peak, Gil pushed Harry away and came in Ben’s mouth, moaning seconds after. After both of the boys’ semen were in Ben’s mouth. Harry looked at him and smiled. “Well?” Harry asked. “Well, what?” Ben replied words mumbled with semen in his mouth “Drink down ye slut,” Harry said crossing his arms. “Oh, right,” Ben said, he forgot to do swallow for his body and his brain had been filled by great ecstasy from the sex. Ben then closed his mouth and swallowed both boys’ juices all at once. “Holy shit, that’s hot” Gil said putting his boxers and pants back on. Harry did the same, and once Ben came to, he did the same as well. “Well, lad, yer free to go.” Harry said with a smile, “thanks for that wonderful reward.” “Yeah, see you later, dude” Gil said, and the two pirates started to walk off leaving the exit open for Ben to leave. Ben looked at them both, he didn’t really want to leave, despite be stretched out and sore as hell by them, he still felt a little connection. “Wait!” he shouted again. The two pirates turned around. “I don’t really want to go right now,” Ben said, “can I just, chill out here for a while?” Harry and Gil looked at each other, then at him. “Sure, man” Gil said with a smile. The three boys talked for what seemed like hours and started to bond. Harry told Ben stories of the isle since it interested him, and Gil and Ben amended their fences from their parents’ past and soon all of them became close and really good friends. As some moments passed, both Harry and Gil were going on about how controlling Uma can be as captain; and how annoying it can sometimes be as her crew, until they all heard distant voices. These voices sounded familiar to Ben, they were the VKs! It sounded like all four of them. Ben brought his ears to the boat, he could them talking. “You mean to tell me we have to steal the won in order to get Ben back?” Jay asked. “Apparently, atleast that’s what Uma wants. Ugh, if I knew this would happen I would stayed on Auradon.” “Well, you’ll be going back with us in the limo if we find him,” said Evie trying to lighten the situation. Ben heard this and his face lit up and he ran fast out of the boat to greet his friends. “Guys, I’m here!” Ben said with a big smile. The four ran and hugged him. “Dude, we were so worried after you left us last night!” said Carlos. “Last night?” thought Ben. He then looked up to see the sun shining bright in the sky. Harry, Gil, and Ben must’ve been fucking all night for it already have been morning. “Are you okay, what were you doing, did they hurt you?” Mal said worried cupping Ben’s face. “Most importantly, is that gorgeous outfit of yours hurt?” Evie followed. The other VKs looked at her with frowns. “Oops, wrong timing, my bad.” Evie said blushing. “I’m good, more than good, actually.” The four looked at him in confusion. Just then, Harry and Gil walked out of the ship. Ben saw them, and pointed to them, “They’ve taken good care of me.” Ben said with a suggestive tone. Harry and Gil smirked. The other four were still stun in confusion. Right after a limo pulled up. “Uhh, anyways there’s our ride home,” Mal said, “Let’s get going, guys.” Jay hopped in, then Carlos, then Evie. Mal stayed behind to wait for Ben. Ben looked at the pirate boys. “Hold on Mal,” Ben said walking to the pirates. “So, I gotta get going now,” Ben said. “Yeah, we know,” Harry said in a rather sentimental tone. “Bye, Ben” Gil said with a sad expression. Ben saw their faces. He saw their body language. A feeling came back to him that he never felt ever since he met the rotten four. Ben then went to both of them asking, “You two want to come back with us?” The boys’ faces lit up. “What?” they both asked in unison. “Come back to Auradon with us. You said it yourselves that Uma was a controlling captain, and I don’t want you two facing her wrath when she finds out I’m gone.” Ben said. The boys’ faces of sadness grew to happiness. “Yes, we would love to!” Harry said happily. The three boys hugged each other and even pecked each other on the lips when no one was looking. All three were celebrating. Mal walked over to Ben as the pirates went into the limo. “Ben you sure about this, those two work for for Uma, they’re bad news.” Mal said. “You were bad news too, though I kept you didn’t I?” Ben replied smiling. “Touché” Mal said getting into the limo. They then rode off into early dawn of Auradon. The rotten four and Ben, plus two new friends. And to think none of this would’ve happen if Ben had not been king-napped.

we need to talk about the book

1. richie saving bill’s ass from the werewolf in 29 neibolt st

2. ??? BILL FUCKING DRAGGING HIM INTO THE HOUSE ON NEIBOLT ST IN THE FIRST PLACE

3. just because richie made him look into the photo album again i mean theres a significant difference here

4. bill with a fucking pistol

5. BEVERLY, RICHIE AND BEN BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF HENRY, VIC, BELCH AND 2 OTHER GUYS???? 

6. seriously they literally took on 5 dudes in an alleyway and laughed about it afterwards

7. stan getting in heaps of trouble for breaking a window with a pie dish or plate or some shit

8. what a fucking idiot dork

Date Ditcher

Summary: tom can’t make it to your date because filming went on later then he expected but he hadn’t told the reader so she waited for him. They have a massive argument which ends in fluff

T e x t s b e t w e e n t o m a n d y/n

Tom: want to go to that fancy restaurant by the London eye tomorrow?😘

Y/n: oh my gosh yes!!!

Tom: ok I’ll meet you there at 8:30 Xx


That day you and y/b/f/n went out shopping for something to wear. You found it, you found the perfect dress. It was an off the shoulder black fitted short dress.

Y/b/f/n helped you get ready she straighten your hair whilst you did your makeup. The rest of the time was you and her trying to get the perfect selfie lighting to please your 2m+ fans. Y/b/f/n drove you to the restaurant and you arrived a little later then you were supposed to buy you wanted to see toms face when he saw you in your dress.

“Hello miss, have you made a reservation?” The server said as you came through the door. “Yes I believe it’s under the name of holland, do you know if my dates here yet?” You said looking around the restaurant. “Umm no he has not arrived, please do follow me,” you willing followed the waiter.

You took your seat and waited.

You had been there for ten minutes, you were being patient as you were going through the list of things that could’ve happened to make him late.

Y/n: hey tom! I was wondering when abouts you were going to arrive? But I understand if you are going to be a little late don’t worry! Xxx

There was no reply

You checked your phone it was 9:03, just then the waiter came back. “ can I get you anything whilst your waiting some food, something to drink, a different date…” he said smirking. You just laughed it off and said, “a vodka lemonade would be great my boyfriend should be here any minute.” His smirk faded as he left to get you your drink. He quickly bought you your drink and apologetically smiled.

You checked your phone 10:14. 2 fucking hours. 2fucking hours you had been waiting

Y/n: TOM! YOU MADE ME SIT IN A RESTAURANT ALL BY MYSELF FOR 2FUCKING HOURS! DONT BOTHER COMING BACK JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!

You then downed the remainder off your drink and payed the bill.

Y/n: hay can you come pick me up, feel like shit I’ll tell you in the car

You then walked outside and waited. People soon realised who you were and the press soon swarmed you .“ Y/n over here!” “Y/n where’s tom! Did he leave already!” “Y/n did you have a nice date!” You didn’t answer any of there questions and just kept looking for your friend to arrive. She arrived and loudly beeped the horn making everyone jump. You laughed and ran in to the car.

“So… what happened where’s tom?” Y/b/f/n said as you sat beside her. “H-he never showed up…” you said fighting back tears. “WHAT! He’s so stupid y/n don’t worry though I’ll sort him out” she said nudging you playfully. You laughed and turned on some music.

When you arrived home you fell into a fit of tears in your bed. You took a shower and changed into your pyjamas. You found the Ben & jerrys in the fridge and put a movie on. As soon as you got up to put the empty pot in the bin tom opened the door.

“Hey love, why are you awake?” Tom said as he slowly closed the door behind him. You stood completely still. “W-why have you been crying w-what happened?” He said looking worried “oh nothing, just some complete idiot made me wait in a restaurant all dressed up and he didn’t even answer his phone!” You snapped. He looked at you, then it hit “shit! Look y/n my phone died and I thought I told you that I couldn’t make it but it obviously never sent!” He said trying to reach for your hand. You pulled your hand away and stepped back. You shook your head and ran upstairs.

Tom was left standing there. He got some ice for his broken nose and set out his Spider-Man blanket on the couch. He could hear your sniffles and guilt filled him. He picked up your phone that you left and made his way upstairs. Slowly, he creeked open the door. “Go away!” You shouted but he ignored you and walked to the end of your bed. “You left your phone.” He said tossing you you phone. You mumbled thank you “why do you have an ice pack on your nose? I didn’t think I actually hit you.” You said looking at him. “Oh I broke it on set today, Haz took me to the hospital and brung me home.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry tom I didn’t know! I was too busy being selfish I’m sorry!” You said crawling forward to inspect his nose. “Don’t worry about it love, I should’ve got Haz to text you it’s not your fault you deserve to be selfish because you always think about others. Can I get in my bed now?” He said resting his forehead on yours. You kissed him and he winced “sorry!” You said pulling away. You climbed back in the bed and Tom followed. You snuggled into him and he kissed your head and held you tightly.

Open Your Eyes - Stiles (part 4)

-(Y/N) is the new student at Beacon Hills High School and she has a secret. Being born blind, she was never able to see a thing, until she was attacked by a wild animal. To this day she has never told anyone about it. So will she do it now? 

word count: 2768

other parts: part 1 - -part 2 - part 3 - part 5

Originally posted by itsbecauseteenwolf

“Are you like Daredevil or something?”

“Who?”

“Nevermind.”

“No, no. Tell me.”

“Oh, you’re Daredevil, he’s Batman. You’re both Ben Affleck.”  Lydia walked up to us. I hadn’t even noticed it, until she had said that and sat down next to me. Stiles looked extremely confused.

“How do you know Daredevil?”

“I’m not an idiot, Stiles. I know about things.” As soon as she said it, she looked a bit nervous at me. “That’s not what I meant. I meant that…”

“It’s okay,” I smiled, “It’s not your fault that my parents raised me like some kind of amish.” Lydia let herself  laugh a bit. I realised how awkward it was for them.

Obviously I had to tell them my secret. It would make everything so much easier for me,but for them too. And then I could at least act like a normal person around them.

But what if they would be angry at me for not telling them immediately. What if they could think I was just using them all this time. They would probably hate me for the rest of my life.

“(Y/N)!” Stiles got me out of my deep and dark thoughts.

“Huh? What?”

“You kind a zoned out there for a second?” Lydia looked concerned.

“Did you have a vision?” Stiles looked at me?

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh yeah. Eh, nevermind. It was kind of a stupid joke anyway.” he rubbed the back of his neck. I couldn’t help, but feel extremely sad. I wanted to say something but got interrupted by Lydia:”I think we should get you home. Remember, I promised your dad to bring you home after school.”

“I completely forgot. I guess you’ll have to teach me about Lacrosse some other time.” I said to Stiles. He just smiled weakly/

I said a quick bye to everybody and followed Lydia to her car. I ticked my cane on the ground, aimlessly, but still in the same direction.

“Wait!” a shrill voice stopped us in our footsteps. “You two, get over here!” Coach Finstock waved around. Hesitantly I walked to him, trying to stay a few steps behind Lydia the whole time. To be honest, he did scare me a bit. Not as much as he scared Stiles, but enough not to want to be close to him. Did anyone actually want to stand next to him? From the short time I’ve been here, I don’t think anyone was really eager to have a conversation with the coach.

“Why were you leaving?” He looked at me. I had no idea what to answer.

“We were going to my car. I have to bring her home, coach,” Lydia told the crazy man.

“Aren’t you trying out?”

“Trying out for what?” I asked him puzzled.

“For the team of course! We need someone that can actually shoot and aim.” I couldn’t help but notice that he glanced over to Stiles as he said that.

“I don’t think I-”  

“What? Because you’re a girl? Kira is a girl.”

“It’s not that. I just don’t-”

“Is it you’re grades?  I can give you a better one for the next Econ quiz.”

“No, I just -”

“You’re parents?”

“NO!” I was fed up. I understand that he was trying to be nice and was doing his best to get me on the team. But the coach could at least listen to me for a second. So, I did what had to be done. What was probably the only way to get him quiet. I took of my glasses and tried to hit him with my cane. Obviously I swung a few inches above his head. (As much as I would love to hit him, he is still a teacher and I do not need any of that on my record.)  

Coach duck his head quickly and almost fell on the ground. It was very clear that he was trying his best not to say every curse word he could.

Once he was back on his feet, he looked at me. But that was also only very quick. As soon as he looked at my face, he cringed and turned away from me. I couldn’t help but laugh. When Lydia noticed that I wasn’t mad, she laughed too.

“It’s you.” Coach simply said, “What are you doing here if you can’t see?”

“The fact that I can’t see, does not mean I can not support my friends.” I had put on my glasses back and I couldn’t help, but glance at Stiles as I said that.  

“That was definitely something,” Lydia said as she started her car. I was sitting next to her in the passenger’s seat.  We hadn’t said a word to each other until we had reached the vehicle in the parking lot.

“Yeah,” I said. It was silent for a few seconds and then we both burst out in laughter. I haven’t had a laugh like that in a long time. Once we calmed down a bit, Lydia took off. She drove out of the parking lot of the school and we made our way to my house.

“Is Stiles really that bad at Lacrosse as everyone makes it sound like,” I asked as Lydia took a sharp turn to the left.

“He is actually really good,” Lydia sighed, “He’s just really insecure. But once he has the confidence, he can be amazing. Last year he scored the winning points in the finale. But then…” Lydia suddenly stopped talking. As if it wasn’t her place to talk about it. “Then, that summer, he started to train like crazy. He thought he would be co-captain, together with Scott. But then, Liam showed up.”

“Liam?” I laughed, thinking about the little boy I met yesterday at lunch.

“He may look like a shrimp, but that guy is an absolute beast on the field,” she had to pause for a second as there was someone in front of us who didn’t know how to drive, “Anyway, it completely devastated Stiles.”

“That’s…”

“Yeah. but please don’t tell him that you know. It would kill him.”  

“I understand.” but I actually didn’t. Lydia made it sound like it was the worst thing in the world for Stiles to know that I knew about that. What was so special about me? I barely knew him… or anyone in Beacon Hills. And probably I won’t get too know anyone as long as my mother won’t let me make actual friends. When I started to think about my mom, and everything that happened last night and this morning, I suddenly didn’t feel like going home. Not that I ever want to go home.

“This is probably a bit on short notice,” I said to Lydia as we were only a few streets away from my house. “But could I eat at your place tonight? If my parents let me, that is.”

“Of course,” Lydia said happily, “I’m home alone tonight anyway.”

“Thanks.”

Only seconds later, Lydia drove up to my house.

“Here we are.” Lydia unbuckled her seatbelt. I did the same and opened my door. The cold wind suddenly hit me in the face, giving me goosebumps.

“Is it me, or did it get really cold suddenly.”

“Yeah, it did.” I agreed with her. We walked together to my front door and she rang the doorbell. After a few seconds we heard footsteps and my mom opened the door for us. She looked a bit angry, but faked a smile as soon as she saw Lydia.

“Uhm, hello.” she mumbled. Lydia smiled at my mother: “Nice to meet you mrs. (Y/L/N). My name is Lydia Martin.”  she held out her hand and my mom, to my surprise, actually shook it.

“Nice to meet you Lydia. Thank you for bringing (Y/N) home. C’mon inside.”

“Actually…” I stopped my mom, “I was wondering if I could eat at Lydia’s tonight.” my mom stared at me for a few good seconds. She then laughed in relief. “Oh thank god. I thought that Lydia would stay and I would have to cook. I’m so tired from cleaning this place. Of course you can go.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, just make sure you make your homework.”

“Thank you. I’ll just go get my books then.”

“I’ll come with you.” Lydia suggested. I stopped in my footsteps. There was no way that Lydia will see my depressive excuse for a room. “No, that’s okay, I will be back in a minute.”

Once in my room, I walked to the book case. I took the two books that I would need to make my homework and walked back to the living room. My cane ticked on the floor.

“I’m ready.”

“Good.” Lydia put down the glass of water on the counter. “It was nice to meet you mrs. (Y/L/N).” Lydia waved to my mom as we walked out of the house. My mom shouted a quick goodbye too from the couch, before I closed the door.

“You know what, your mom is actually really nice.”

“Believe me, that’s only because you were there. She literally has a split personality when it comes to talking to guests or to me.” We got into the car and drove off.

The drive to Lydia’s house was surprisingly short. Once we had arrived there, I had to take a second to look at the big building.

“Home, sweet home.” she stepped out, so I did the same. The cold air hit us again, and this time the sun had also hidden behind dark clouds, making it almost look like it was night time. It also started to smell like it was about to rain.

“We should get inside quickly,” Lydia suggested. I agreed as she took my arm and guided me to the stairs that lead to the door. Lydia opened the door and it revealed a big corridor that lead to the living room and open kitchen.

“Welcome to my humble home.”

“Thanks.”  

Lydia lead me to the couch where we sat down.

“Okay, as much as I want to tell you that I am a 5 star - chef, I am terrible in the kitchen,

so let’s just order something. How about pizza?”

“Yes please.”

“Anything in particular.”

“Salame.”

“Okay, let me order it quickly.” She took her phone out of her bag and left the room quickly. I took that time to look around. The room was big and filled with, probably, very expensive things. But at the same time it looked very cozy.  

“Alright. The pizza is on it’s way.”

The next hour or so, we spend doing our homework and then later on also eating pizza with it. Meanwhile we were enjoying our greasy dinner inside, it had started to rain cats and dogs. The wind had also started to even harder than before.

Lydia and I talked a lot about ourselves. We were actually much more alike than I thought.

“I think we are going to be great friends.” she said and it made me blush a bit. This was the first thing that I actually had made a friend. But it did made me wonder a bit….

“I’m curious,” I said as I finished my last piece of pizza. “How is it possible that you are all so cool with me looking like… this?”  

“Were we supposed to ignore such a cool girl as you?”

“No, that’s not what I mean.” I laughed. “It’s just that, normally when I show my face to people, it normally ends up like with coach. They just scream or try to run away,” we both giggled at the thought of that, “but not you guys. You all act so casual about it. As if this is normal.” I had pointed to my face.

“I suppose we just saw much more worse things than a few scars,” she said casually.

“You want to tell me, that you sw worse things than this.” I pulled of my glasses. Lydia didn’t even flinch. She just smiled sheepishly.

“Okay, you want to know what it is.” I just nodded. “We met you before you had showed us those scars. Stiles had a whole walk to a classroom before he saw them. I didn’t seem them until this afternoon and I don’t even think that the rest had seen them. If you know a person, it shouldn’t matter how they look like, right? You should know that.”

“Can I hug you?” I felt my eyes sting again. However, I knew very well that these would have been happy tears.

“Of course.” she hugged me tightly and I hugged her back. When she let me go, Lydia looked behind me and her eyes widened.

“O wow, it got late. I should probably get you home.”

“I guess so.” We got up and headed to the door. Lydia opened it and it only took me one step outside to almost fall down on the ground. Fortunately, Lydia had caught me just in time.

“I don’t think it’s the best thing to drive in this weather. We would sooner slip and die than get to your house.”

“You should call my dad.” She did as I suggested and my dad picked up after a couple of seconds.

“Hello. Mr (Y/L/N)? Yes this is Lydia Martin. As you know, (Y/N) was at my home and just wanted to bring her back home, but with this weather, I don’t think it’s possible to drive. Could she maybe… Oh, OK. Thank you. Goodbye,” and she hung up.

“You can stay.” she said a bit confused.

We decided to get back inside. Lydia had given me something to wear as a pyjama and our conversation continued. It was almost midnight, when I decided to do something that I had never done and never thought I would do.

“I have to tell you something.”

“Sure.” she put down her drink.  “What’s wrong?”

“I’m saying this, because I trust you and please don’t be mad.”

“You’re scaring me. Just tell me already.” Lydia started to look a bit worried.

“And swear that you won’t tell anyone else. This has to stay a secret. At some point, I will tell the rest, but I think that you are the best person to start with.”

Lydia didn’t say anything for some time. Then, her eyes almost lit up from excitement. She squealed: “Oh my God. Are you in love with Stiles?!”

“What?”

“C’mon, you are totally falling for him.”

“No,” I shook my head, “that wasn’t even what I wanted to say.”

“So you do like him?”

“Can we please not talk about this now,” I begged her, “I actually wanted to tell you something really important.”

“Yeah, being in love is a pretty big deal. Hahaha, I’m joking. What is it?”

I had to take a deep breath. I was going to do it. There was no going back now. Not anymore.

“You know that I was born blind, not because of the attack that got me these scars.”

“Yeah,” the redhead looked at me with full confusion showing on her face.

“Well, that’s not everything that happened. After the attack, I woke up in the hospital, days after, I could see.”

“What!” I flinched at the loud, high pitched sound she had just made. I slowly pulled of my glasses for what felt like the hundredth time that day. I looked up at Lydia as I folded the glasses up. She was staring at me with wide eyes.

“I don’t know how it is possible, but I can see. I am really sorry if you feel like I have been using you. You have to understand that I’m only doing this, because I don’t want to be a scientific experiment.”

Lydia still didn’t say a word. She brushed her hand through her hair, looking extremely confused.

If I could cry, I would have by that moment. What had I done? I just told her my biggest secret and now she probably hates me.

But I was wrong. Lydia suddenly made another shrieking noise and hugged me. I felt all the air being pressed out of my lungs. WHo would have thought that a petite girl like her had so much power in her.

“That is amazing! Now I can go shopping with you and watch cheesy chick-flicks and…”

“Calm down.” I got her of off me and she apologised for almost choking me.

“I have to call them!” Lydia stood up.

“Wait? Who are you going to call?”

“Stiles, Scott, the rest.”

“No, please don’t.”

“Don’t worry. We also have to tell you something.”

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Is This The End? [Part 3]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,547

Warnings: Guys, this is really bad.  Swearing. Very painful injury. Heights. Kidnapping. A bit of torture. Just… Pain, lots of pain. (That is a reference. If you get, high five!)

Summary: After getting kidnapped, you wake up and find yourself on top of a tall building in excruciating pain. You try your best to stall what you feel is your final day while going through a series of unfortunate events [hehe].

A/N: It’s finally fucking here! God, I am so sorry for the damn wait, I’ve been really busy lately and haven’t really had the time to just sit down and write. I hope you enjoy this part. there might be another part to this, I’m not sure though. Thank you @ilovetardisblue for helping me with this chapter!!!

[Part 1] [Part 2]


The the last thing you remember before passing out is his hand covering your mouth with a cloth.


When you groggily come to, the first thing that grabs your attention, is the excruciating pain in your shoulder that you’re laying on. You try to get up, crying out as you do so because the top of it feels like it’s being dipped in lava. You squeeze your eyes in pain as you slowly sit up.

After taking a minute to catch your breath, you open your eyes, tears blurring your vision, as you try to look at what’s wrong with your shoulder. You blink rapidly, eyes clearing of tears as you look at it. Your eyes widen at the sight of your extremely bruised and swollen shoulder surrounding an odd bump on the top of it.

Goddamn. What the hell happened?

You look up to take a look at your surroundings, but get distracted by the fact that you’re only a couple feet from the ledge of the building you’re on. With a quick glance around you, you realize it’s a very tall building.

“Oh FUCK!” You screech, awkwardly scrambling away from the ledge as much as you can, squeezing your eyes shut while trying to catch your breath. Your shoulder flaring up in pain from moving as you focus on staying calm, taking deep breaths as you go through everything you can remember.

You remember answering the door to an old man standing in front of you, and him knocking you out, but you have no idea what happened after. That must’ve been one hell of a drug, goddamn.

You sigh, looking around at your surroundings, searching for anything that could help you. Your heart drops when you realize there’s nothing there. You’re on some hellish building that doesn’t have the usual barrier around the perimeter of the building. It just drops down straight into the underworld. It takes you a minute to take in the fact that something with wings is walking towards you. You flinch, reprimanding yourself for moving as your shoulder protests. It’s not until the thing is only a couple feet away from you that you recognize its face and realize it’s the old man that kidnapped you.

You scowl up at him, not wanting to look even more vulnerable then you already are. You lean away as he glances at you before looking back at the phone- your phone- in his hands. “What do you want with me? I’m literally no use to you.” You ask, surprised that your voice doesn’t falter.

“Oh, you’ll see. You’re Spider-Man’s friend; you’re all the use in the world.” Giving you a condescending smile, he adds, “Now, why don’t you give your little friend, Spider-Man, a call so we can talk business.”

You let out a bark of laughter, “And how would I do that? I don’t even know the guy, let alone have his number.” The adrenaline pumping through your veins giving you the courage to be brave and lie to keep Peter safe, because you know the guy does not just want to have a little chat.

“Okay, then you’re going to give your little friend, Peter, a call for me.” He orders, the breath whooshing out of you in shock. He knows Peter. How does he know Peter?

Your eyes widen slightly as you realize that based off of the fact that this guy is wearing a costume and has kidnapped you, that this asshole must know that Peter is Spider-Man. Shit.

“W-what?”

He leans down and growls out, “Unless you want to know what it’s like to know what it’s like to watch a loved one…your mother perhaps…die in front of you while you do nothing, I suggest you help me out and call your precious Spider-Man.” Your heart stops at the thought your mom getting hurt, and you start to feel nauseous. You take a deep breath and glare at the guy, rage clouding your vision as you growl out, “Don’t you dare lay a fucking finger on my mom.”

He chuckles and says, “Then do what I asked, and we’ll get along famously.”

“How do you even know about Peter?” you bite out, trying to stall as much as possible, hoping that someone will help you.

“Well, Y/N, seeing that I’ve been keeping tabs on the amazing Spider-Man ever since he screwed up one of my deals, and kept ruining my week, I’m gonna notice when he suddenly takes his mask off for someone.” He says with a pointed glance. “And after hearing you blubbering his name for the world to hear, I did some digging on you, saw you had a friend named Peter that was very close in resemblance to the Spider-Man that was on your fire escape and realized I could use you to get to him.”

Your heart stops. He knows where I live. He’s looked me up. Looked Peter up. He wants him dead. You close your eyes as tears threaten to fall.

Face white as a sheet, from both blood loss and fear, you shakily get to your feet, wincing at the pain, and stare down the man before you.

“What do you want with him?” You ask quietly, glaring at the man in disgust.

“Just want to have a little talk with him. Get him to understand where I’m coming from. And if he disagrees with me…” His lips curving into a malicious smile, he adds, “Well, that’s when the real fun will begin.” With that, he reaches out to grip your injured shoulder painfully. The action makes you let out a piercing scream, tears streaming down your face.

“STOP! LET GO!!” You sob, weakly pushing at his arm, black spots in your vision.

“Call your precious boyfriend or I push you off the building and you die.” He threatens, letting go and shoving the phone into your hand.

You slowly sink to the ground, whimpering at the pain that’s lighting your nerves on fire. With shaky fingers, you unlock your phone one handed and dial Peter’s number. It only takes a couple of rings before he answers.

“Y/N? You’re calling me? I thought-“

“Peter…” You breathe, too delirious to get much out before Winged Asshole snatches the phone out of your hand. You give him a death glare as he brings the phone to his ear.

Peter sits up with a frown, an uneasy feeling washing over him, your weak voice freaking him out. “Y/N, is everything okay? What’s wrong?”

Pedro!” A man’s voice suddenly answers, making Peter yank the phone away from his ear, that uneasy feeling intensifying. That voice sounds familiar.

“Who is this? Where is Y/N?” Peter demands. Starting to pace on top of the building he was on, he starts to think of why that voice sounds familiar.

“Oh come on, Peter, you don’t recognize my voice?” The man asks, making Peter furrow his eyebrows. Who are you? It takes him a minute before he realizes why it’s familiar. He stops pacing and his face grows deathly pale.

“Where are you, you asshole? What did you do to her?!” Peters roars, rage and panic battling for attention as he grips his hair, mask forgotten on the ground.

“Listen, I didn’t wanna have to do this, but you’ve given me no choice. If you want to see your beloved little friend again, and breathing; I suggest you get up to the top of 432 Park Avenue within five minutes so we can talk like gentlemen or I push Y/N off of the building.”

Peter sucks in a breath of air, the thought of not being there to protect you tearing him apart.

“I’ll be there. Don’t hurt her!”

All Peter hears in response is an ominous laugh before the villain hangs up. Peter shoves his phone in his pocket and shoots a web, flinging himself towards Manhattan trying to get there as fast as possible, millions of different scenarios racing through his mind.

This is why Spider-Man and Peter have to be separate. Now the love of my life is in danger because of me. Thoughts like this plague Peter’s mind as he flew towards your location.

After racing to get there before those five minutes where up, Peter makes it to Park Avenue. Launching himself as high as he can, he starts to climb up the side of the building, going as fast as he can. He gets to the top in record time, only slightly winded, and looks up, afraid he’s too late. His eyes widen, the sight before him making him freeze.

You are on the other side, dangerously close to the edge, laying down, with tears flowing into your hair. He barely even registers that the Vulture is over by the door leading into the building as he shouts, “Y/N!!”

He watches you flinch, the sudden noise startling you.

Sprinting over to you, he quickly makes it across the roof, sliding on his knees when he gets a few feet away from you. Tears spring to his eyes as he takes in the sight of you crying and in pain. He stares at your swollen and bruised shoulder in anger. I wasn’t there to protect you. I failed.

“Y/N, oh my God… I am so sorry. I am so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” He says with tears running down his face.

You look up at him, fear in your eyes.

“Peter, no! What are you doing? He’s going to kill you! You have to get out of here!” you yell, panic and anxiety coursing through your veins. You try sitting up to show him how serious you are, but he pushes you down the second you wince.

“No, Y/N. I don’t care if I get hurt; I had to come save you. I couldn’t live with myself if you died and I didn’t try to save you. Not after Uncle Ben.”

Fresh tears make their way down your cheeks, this idiot is gonna die because of me. You don’t have time to say anything before the man suddenly appears behind Peter only giving you time for you to widen your eyes in warning before the man abruptly reaches out and grabs onto him, dragging him away from you, making Peter grunt in surprise.

“Peter! Nice of you to join us!”

Peter quickly gets out of Vulture’s grasp getting into a protective stance in front of you.

“Yeah, I’m here. What do you want?” Peter asks, eyes narrowing as he looks for a way to take him down so he can get you to a hospital; that shoulder worrying him.

“To talk. You see, for the past week, you haven’t seemed to have gotten with the program. You leave me to my business, and I don’t kill you. But since you haven’t understood that little deal, I decided to take matters into my own hands and use the glorious opportunity you gave me last night when you decided to take your mask off for your friend.  It gave me the opportunity to start making you pay.”

As he talked, Peter slowly started walking around him, while trying to take him further across the roof and away from you.

“Well, I don’t know what you expected. You’re a criminal, a villain. I’m not just going to turn away from what you’re doing like everything is good.”

You’re in the middle of trying to get to the door as quick as possible, hoping that can block you from most of the fight when you hear the man say, “Well, that’s too bad. I was hoping we could work something out.”

Knowing nothing good will come out of that, you hurry it up, biting your lip to contain groans of pain. You’re so focused on getting to the door, you don’t notice the man flying towards you until you hear Peter’s panicked voice yelling, “Y/N! Look out!”

You look up, startled, and realize he’s too close for you to do anything. So you stand there, accepting fate, when he jerks back, Peter’s web attached to his back. The wings flap forward, the force of the wind making you stumble back closer to the ledge. You hear the man growl in frustration as he spins around cutting the webbing with his wings and going after Peter instead, and you watch as they fight around the roof, getting more and more violent as the fight goes on.

You watch in horror as Winged Asshole goes to grab Peter by the chest to beat him into the ground. I’ve got to do something.

“HEY, ASSHOLE!” You scream, making him pause as he looks at you, Peter hanging in his grip like a ragdoll. You march over to them, adrenaline racing through your body as you stare the man down.

“Put him down, right now! If you’re gonna fucking kill someone, go for me. I’m not important.” You say, ignoring Peter’s protesting as you continue to stare Captain Asshole down. It’s hard to get a read on him with his creepy mask on but after what feels like a couple minutes of silence he throws Peter to the ground with a little more power than needed and drops to the floor, stalking towards you.

With your heart beating in your throat, you stand your ground. You quickly hold your hand up when he gets close, “I have one request before you take your ridiculous anger out on me.” You wait for his nod, “Take your mask off, I want to look you in the face as you kill me.” You hold back a smirk as he fulfills your request, seeing Peter get up, you pray he can do something to save you, because after what you were about to do, Captain Asshole is definitely going to want to murder you.

The second you see that his mask is out of the way, you ball your right hand into a fist, pull back, and punch him in the nose as hard you can.  You smile victoriously as he shouts in surprise, stumbling back as he covers his nose with his hand. You see Peter’s eyes widen as he sneaks up behind the asshole.

You’re prepared to step out of the way to let Peter do his thing, but get distracted by Captain Dick snarling a very creative insult, “You fucker!” while rushing towards you. Startled, you take a couple steps back. You have just enough awareness to see Peter start to fight him again before your heel slips off the edge of the building.

With the feeling of time slowing down, as you try to gain your balance, your breath catching as fear overwhelms you. Which causes you to lose your balance even more, your head becoming dizzy with lack of oxygen, you try your hardest to catch your balance, but your fear of heights makes everything in you freeze up.

Fear crushing you, you slip even more, now falling backwards off the roof and to a painful death. Your stomach jumps to your throat, heart racing bloodcurdling screams tearing their way out of you as you plummet to your death.  Tears blur your vision as you try to grab on to anything to stop your fall. The last thing you see before your heart stops is the red and blue blur of Peter flying towards you.


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The Danvers Sisters (the youngest sibling)

Request: could you write some headcannons on being alex and kara’s little sister? 

a/n: HECK YEAH I CAN. These are always so fun to do lol, bring it on!! These are more dumb than emotional, I think… I live for the trash and the crack, y’all LOL

Also a little sidenote, headcanon requests (for now, anyway, in my absence) are something I’d be more likely to do since they’re much quicker than coming up with actual prose - those are the ones I really want the most time to focus on. These are just quicker as little flashes of inspiration, and they even help in creating some backstory for the other requests. So that’s just the reason why I’m getting to them before the other prompts, in case anyone was wondering. Have an awesome day y’all :D

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  • it wasn’t always that you were close to your sister, Alex. Life seems to have a different way of handling things than you expect, and you’ve come to learn that things fall into place exactly as they’re meant to; when they’re meant to

  • you were much younger than Alex, and you figured you had a relationship as ordinary as any other siblings would have. She wouldn’t annoy or pester you, but she would tease you quite often whenever she had the chance - for the most part, you took it in stride, never having seen your sister get close to anything that could be described as malicious

  • she was always so cool and even at a young age, she just seemed to know what she was about

  • you, on the other hand, were both parts rambunctious as you were delightful. You spent as much time feeding your untamed imagination as you did swimming the depths of the deep ocean or chartering the vast distances of outer space

  • Alex never failed to mention how lame you were, but nonetheless joined in whenever the two of you were outside and parkouring on nearly every single thing you could find in your wild savannah adventure

  • your parents eventually put you into sports to expend your impressive abundance of energy - needless to say you thrived at it, albeit a little too eagerly, if the bruises you got and the fiery competition in your eyes were any indication

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Imagine Ben Helping You Through Your Eating Disorder

A/N: I personally have never struggled with an eating disorder so please forgive me if this seems inaccurate or seems to broach the struggle lightly. Eating disorders are very serious and this is meant as comfort not mockery to those with this struggle.

Pairings: Swan Princess’ Daughter Reader x Prince Bens

Warnings: Triggers for anorexia and bulimia

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Ben watched you as you sat in the court yard with Evie and Mal.

His brown eyes always so kind and full of happiness were now filled with sadness when they watched you.

You were smiling at something Mal had said but your smile was tired and didn’t reach your eyes. Your hands methodically tore at the jelly sandwich in your lap. Ripping off small pieces that you tried to subtly throw down to Dude curled up at your feet loyally. It seemed even he was worried about you.

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And That’s All She Wrote- Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Requested by my Love, @cute-mirei 

I imagine the reader always wanted to be an author, but isn’t good enough. So she starts to write/learning how to write screenplay and after years she got to be one of the authors for a screenplay where Tom Hiddleston is the main actor. And the reader has a crush on him, of course ^^“ Yeah and they met a set and maybe she helps him learning his lines etc. Well I’d like you to make a cameo appearance. The last time I really liked that! :) Yeah and maybe … Tom is bad on purpose so he’s getting to see the reader more often XD

I hope i gave what you expected Jo! Enjoy~

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As a kid growing up, writing had always been Y/n’s passion. When times got tough, she found her safe haven in pen and paper. Too bad she was never good at it, she adored the idea of being able to bring her imagination to life. But, of course to any writer, it’s easy to feel insecure about what you write. It’s easy to feel as if people will see it and go, ”Ugh. Another pile of cliché crap.
Thank God she had the support of her family, else she wouldn’t be here now. She has a lot to thank them for, if it wasn’t for the guiding hands of her parents, she’d probably be stuck in some underpaid job that she’s over qualified for. But her Dad once said, ” ‘Aim for the stars, do what you love. 'Cause in the end, it’ll all be worth it.’
So, when she was in high school, she made it her duty to top her English classes, she got into script writing. When she got out of highschool, she went to collage and worked hard to make her parents proud and make a name for herself. She got out with her bachelor’s degree and a shit ton of confidence. She was hired by Hollywood to write scrips for up coming movies, but it wasn’t just her there, there’s other people who were fine with competing against her for the spot. Basically, the director just gathered a few newbie screen writers and told them what to write on, and they’d pick the best from it. It has Y/n on the end of her nerves for the past five weeks.
And after all that, here she is, nervously biting her fingernails as she tapped her feet. They were getting their results today, she was called and she had been slowly counting down the hours.

"Oh would you calm down?” Danielle, who had become a very close friend of hers since she was hired by Hollywood says.
She was an actress, and a very good one at that. She had worked in the movie industry since she was nine, she had acted in really big movies, having minor rolls in the Harry Potter franchise, and then working with Marvel studios and BBC’s Doctor Who.
They were both in her apartment, a place where Y/n had spent most of her time. Danielle was doing her best to calm her nerves, seeing that every minute she’d check her email or pace around.

“What if they don’t like it?” Y/n wonders aloud, plopping down on the red couch behind her, sitting on the edge, rocking a bit out of nervous habit. “They would love it, they’d be crazy and stupid if they didn’t take yours. I swear, if I lose that bet to Ben, I’ll die.” Danielle mutters the last part, but Y/n catches it, turning her head so fast she could’ve gotten whiplash. “You and Ben made a bet on me?” she asks incredulously, her eyes widening as she stares at the mocha skinned girl.
Who just gives an apologetic smile, taking a sip from her smoothie. Y/n sighs, rubbing her temples, an old, familiar feeling of doubt settling in her stomach. The girl almost jumps out of her skin when her phone lets out a ping, her eyes trails down to her phone on the coffee table. “Well, go on. I’m right here with you Y/n,” Danielle smiles kindly, the hand she puts on Y/n’s shoulder was reassuring.

Deep breath now, Y/n.

The girl cautiously picks up the device, unlocking it, she sees the little G-mail notification at the top of her screen. She clicks on it, and was surprised to see that it was the director himself.
“Shit… Dani. It’s from Gabe.” Y/n says, and Danielle squeals, clapping her hands together, nudging her arm with her shoulder. “Go onn.”
With her heart pounding a mile a minute, she reads the email aloud for Danielle to hear as well.

'Hey, Y/n. Before I begin, I want to let you know that I am so impressed with your work. The first draft alone was just fantastic and exactly what I was looking for–’

“Well that’s good news,” Danielle mumbles, smiling like an idiot.

'I have to let you know that my screenwriters would get absolutely nowhere without you. So how about you come in on Saturday morning so I could introduce you to the crew?’

Oh.. my GOD! Holy Flaming fish sticks!

Through her shock of finding out that she actually got to where she wanted, Danielle scrambles for her phone. And she quickly calls her boyfriend, “Hey Ben. Yeah, you owe me fifty bucks.”
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“The the rest of the cast would be there, I think you should meet them.” Danielle smirks knowingly at Y/n who sat across from her in the back seat of a cab. It was month into filming, and Gabe had called her in because he wanted to see her for something or another.
Y/n was nervous, only because the one celebrity she was crushing on is going to be there. Danielle told her when the auditions came around, that a certain British actor would be working with her as the main character and she knew the girl had a crush on her now co-star Tom Hiddleston.
When the girls got to the set; a large green field, it was more country side than anything. There was a barn far off to the right edge of the field, and a horse stable not far from it. White tents were set up already, the makeup area and the food tents.
People were moving around busily, clearly putting things into order. It was a fairly sunny day, so they were doing a few of the outdoor shoots today.
“I’m gonna go get changed and head off to make up, you find Greg yeah?” Danielle says, turning Y/n in the direction that Greg would likely be before strutting away. She found Greg standing under a tent where the technical equipment was set up under, he was very easy to find, since he was in a black tee with DIRECTOR splayed on the back. As Y/n made her way over, a few of the crew members acknowledging her as she passed them.
“Y/n, Love, c'mere,” Greg says once she sees her, waving her over. Greg, was a really big director, he was a very flamboyant man with red hair and eyes like the night sky. He more acted like a kid high on caffeine than an adult, which made him very fun and easy to work with.
She didn’t see the other person standing there with him though, who he was chatting comically with. Greg wraps an arm around her shoulders when she steps up next to him, “Tom here, wanted to say a few things to you,” he smiles, motioning to a very calm looking Tom Hiddleston.

Oh God.

Y/n completely freezes up, this man is her idol, and to actually be meeting him now…a few are that privileged. Danielle comes skipping over, pulling to a halt next to the stunned Y/n and Tom who was beginning to look a lot more awkward.
“So Tommy, I see you’ve met my partner in crime,” She smiles, she had changed out of her dark jeans and white tee for horse riding gear. A white long sleeved blouse and high waisted  brown pants accompanied with black riding boots.
Tom smiles at them, running a hand through his hair that was dyed blond for his character. “Ah, yes. I just wanted to say that your work with the script was just….beautiful–perfect. It was amazing.” Tom stutters to find the right word to use, so he just goes with the ones that pop to mind. He didn’t expect the girl to be so pretty, dressed in a simple dark blue sun dress with high top converse sneakers, her hair tossed up into a mess of a bun.
When he read the script, he immediately knew why Gabe took hers at first glance. It was absolutely perfect, the way she wrote her characters – Wow.
Danielle, noticing the girl hasn’t said a word back to Tom yet, she nudges her with an elbow.
“Oh–yes. Uh, thank you. It was my pleasure,” Y/n says professionally, taking his hand in hers when he puts it out for her to shake.
“Tom, you’re up,” Greg calls, standing near the barn, his hands cupped around his mouth. Tom looks back the girls, smiling again, his eyes lingering on Y/n. “We’ll catch up later yeah?”
When Tom jogs over to where Gabe was standing, Danielle whistles lowly. Her brown eyes glued to Tom’s backside, “Girl, you are so damn lucky. If a guy that hot was hitting on me, I’d die.”

“I’m telling,” Y/n quickly replies, and Danielle snorts a laugh, “You’re hitting on Ben’s best friend,”
Y/n smiles when Danielle playfully pushes her shoulder, wiggling her eyebrows at her, “Scared I’ll take your man?”
With flushed cheeks, Y/n grumbles, “No. He’s not mine… Shut up.”

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For the past three weeks, Y/n was  on set more often. She and Tom had gotten a lot closer, only of course with Danielle’s prompting and she and Greg playing matchmaker for the past week. The three of them had been up to nothing but trouble. Currently the Y/n was in the bathroom on the set site, trying to get a coffee stain out of her white blouse. Tom had spilled it on her when they were talking and Greg had accidentally bumped unto the man.
Which just flared up a stream of swears from Greg, a lifetime worth in apologies from Tom and Y/n telling them it was alright. When she goes back outside, Tom was sitting against the wall. A script book with all his lines highlighted in his hand. He gets up and they both walk back down the hall, it was lunch time, so they could do whatever.
“Hey love birds,” Danielle shouts, getting both Tom’s and Y/n’s attention. She was standing at the snacks table, munching on a pretzel. Tom shakes his head and chuckles while Y/n’s cheeks flush pink, Dani had make it her duty to call them that since the sock incident.
They were sock sliding this one time and Tom sort of fell on Y/n, but before he could get up, they got lost in each other’s eyes. And Danielle never let that ’chick flick’ moment go.
Tom’s eyes were still stuck in in the book when they walked over, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. In honesty, he was trying to distract himself, because he noticed that for the past few days he had been feeling something that was more than just friendship to the young screenwriter. But, he was afraid to say anything, he didn’t want their friendship to be ruined and she hate him forever.
Later that day, they were once again getting ready to do more outdoor shots, Danielle was busy with that, and Y/n took that time to go see the horses in the barn. She’s been in there a few times to just pet the animals, there were only three horses, a stallion with a sleek black coat, a mare whose coat is very deep shade of brown with white socks. And a young one which is only five months old that’s brown as well.
Y/n walks quietly into the barn, she was a bit startled to see Tom there, petting the stallion. “Hey,” She says, announcing her presence to the British man. He looks over his shoulder briefly, smiling at her, “Hey.”
“I guess we had the same idea,” Tom chuckles, nodding at her. She smiles, walking over to pet the horse’s neck.
As Tom watches her he feels his heart skip a beat, how could someone be so beautiful just doing nothing at all? He must admit, he’s never felt this way about anyone in such a long time, and it scares him. All his past relations ended badly one way or another, and then to put his heart out again…..
“Y/n?” Tom calls softly, watching as she took her e/c eyes off the stallion to look at him. “hmm?”
“There’s something I need to tell you. And, I may regret this in the long run…” Tom swallows uncomfortably, chuckling nervously. Y/n gives him a confused smiles, wondering why he was suddenly acting nervous.
“This may seem forward. But the past few weeks I’ve known you has been nothing short of amazing. You are beautiful in every aspect of the word, a-and you make me feel so happy, just being yourself. An–”
Tom’s words were cut short when Y/n wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “I–I didn’t finish… ”
Y/n giggles, “Shut up,”
Tom wraps his arms around her waist, letting himself get lost in her embrace. She pulls away, smiling up at him, “I thought I would’ve said it first.” She laughs softly, she could just stand there forever and drown in the blue of his irises.
“C-can I kiss you?” Tom asks, his voice barely a whisper. Y/n smiles, “I’d like that,”
The kiss was soft, and sweet, as one of Tom’s hand cups her cheek and her fingers tangle in his soft blond locks.
A loud shout of, “YES!” breaks the kiss, at the entrance of the barn was Danielle, dressed in a red flannel shirt and white jeans. She had a shit-eating grin on her face. Embarrassed,  Y/n hides her face in Tom’s shirt while he chuckles and Dani does a victory dance.
“Greg! You so owe me. Pay Up!”

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Imagine : Ben being jealous

This was requested earlier this week :Could you maybe do a jealous Ben imagine? You can make up the story cuz I like your imagination, but just Ben being jealous!’

So here we go! I hope you like this, dear anon. Thank you again for your request.

I really can’t imagine Ben as a jealous man though, so I reckon that if he was indeed jealous, it wouldn’t be without any reason, it wouldn’t be over nothing. At least that’s how I imagine it so, I hope you feel the same and you won’t be disappointed.

And did I write 7 pages instead of 3 or 4 again? Yep, I did…

Gif’s not mine

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Guess who is an idiot and accidentally made all the toursies high school students? To deal with this issue I’d like to introduce honorary dad, Jeremy Jordan

(again I try but I suck so this doesn’t look like him)

So far all goes well….Except his kids all suck at school.

As you can see they’re a happy family so far. Ben is reading (what an educated man), Josh is sleeping and Jeremy is enjoying a nice meal.  But where is Sky, you may ask?

SLEEPING ON THE FREAKIN’ PARK BENCH OUTSIDE FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME.