look at her arms and shoulders

imagine if suddenly, people were running through the whole studio. on every camera, there they go. past the conference room, peeking into the makeup studio, whizzing down the corner hall.

and then they make it to the emergency exit. one gets to the door and tries to yank open, to no avail. it looks a bit like emma? a taller looking guy goes to help her. another one spots the camera and waves his arm. he walks up to it, shoving his face into it.

its jack.

he looks like he’s yelling. his movements are twitchy, and the dark circles under his eyes are apparent. did he stay up the whole night? perhaps. his hair is disheveled. next to him, tapping his shoulder is somebody else. maybe robin, or ethan.

jack’s eyes widen, and he speaks into the camera, but no sounds come out. but the theorists can read his lips.

“he’ll be here any second now! please, if you’re watching this, please, sa-”

and the screen glitches.

and it’s back to the charity stream.

“so,” jack says cheerfully. “what did you guys see last night? anything scary?”

december 15th

Mike looks up as he hears the chords of an all-too-familiar song play. His wife—his wonderful, beautiful, perfect wife of 20 years—is smiling at him, swaying towards him. “Wanna dance?”

He takes her hand, getting up from his chair and leaving behind his work. He puts his hands on her waist as she drapes her arms over his shoulders.

Every breath you take

Every move you make

Every bond you break

Every step you take

I’ll be watching you

“That’s today, you know.”

Mike looks up from where his head has been resting against hers. “What?”

“The Snow Ball,” she says, and her eyes seem just as wide now as they had been then. “December fifteenth, 1984.” She’s good with numbers, always has been, and that extends to dates. Of course she remembers.

Mike grins. “Shit, you’re right. That was…what, thirty-three years ago?

“We were so small,” she says, and then laughs. “Well, you weren’t, but I was.”

“I was shorter,” he points out.

“Yeah, but you still towered over me.”

“True.” He kisses her temple. “You know, I think that’s when I first realized I loved you.”


“Uh-huh.” He nods, his cheek brushing her curls. “I knew I cared about you and that I’d do anything to see you again, I just…I don’t know…it didn’t hit me until I saw you come in through those doors.”

She hums, moving just a little bit closer. “That was a good night,” she says softly.


Since you been gone I been lost without a trace

I dream at night I can only see your face

I look around but it’s you I can’t replace

I feel so cold and I long for your embrace

I keep crying baby, baby please

El tilts her head up to look at him and he doesn’t even think twice, just lowers his head to kiss her. And maybe it’s the song and the rush of nostalgia, but kissing his forty-six year old wife in the middle of their living room somehow feels just as special as kissing the girl of his thirteen-year-old dreams.

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Moira cuddling with her fem s/o after an exhausting work week. Also having a little fun afterwards,, nsfw maybe ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

She was practically asleep on her feet, just inches away from a new breakthrough the entire time. The second she did it she knew that she needed to sleep, even though she detested not working.

You fluffed up some blankets as soon as she sent a message your way, quickly making some popcorn for the pair of you to snack on. She opened the door as the last of it spluttered out, you drizzling some Irish butter that she had specially imported on the kernels.

You pulled her along, an arm slipped around the bowl as the two of you curled up on the couch. Your head rested on her shoulder as she leant over to eat some popcorn.

You both just watched whatever was on the screen, your hand moving over to stroke her hip. You got sucked into a documentary, eyes intently watching the screen before you looked over to see Moira asleep with her head slipped back.

You smiled before tucking her in and turning off the tv. putting the popcorn on the ground before curling up more around her and sleeping with her.

Moira O’Deorain / Angela “Mercy” Ziegler -  Hidden Affection
12 Days of Christmas Moicy Event - Day 4

Moira is dealing with a huge crush and she tries her best to only show it in secret. Tries.

It was one of these days again.

Too long in the lab, too late at night, too tired to properly think straight. Still, neither Moira or Angela made any calls to leave the lab any time soon, too focused on their current project together.

Moira crossed her arms as she looked at the holo video in front of her, the blue light engulfing the room in a dim glow. She tapped her finger on her forearm, patiently. But the thoughts didn’t come.

She sighed.

“Angela? Do you want to contribute anything?” She tilted her head slightly towards her shoulder, hoping to get Angela’s attention behind her.

But no reaction came.


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anonymous asked:

imagine celebrating new years eve with laura?? like that girl is so cute she would probably take you with her to celebrate with some of her friends but make sure the both of you are nicely dressed (bonus: if you are a girl she would definitely do your makeup and sneak some kisses in between) and just be the most adorable gf ever?? also a kiss at midnight - k

you can’t tell me that you wouldn’t have your arms wrapped around her waist and your head on her shoulder. the two of you are counting down until the new year and as everyone cheers for the new year she turns around and smiles a dazzling smile. you just admire the way she looks in the dim light and she kisses you softly, cupping your cheeks and you pull her in by the hips. and you’d both pull away and rest your forehead on one another and whisper “happy new year” ok bYE

festive friday!🎄🌟💞

tlj highlights

  • the entire sequence at the beginning
  • luke milking that space cow and just generally living his authentic gay farmboy life
  • when finn passes something to poe and their fingers brush for 0.01 seconds
  • leia pulling a superman to get back to the ship and poe screech-mouthing “GET HER” at the window
  • luke and r2’s reunion
  • rose on canto bight
  • finn’s fight with phasma
  • general hondo destroying that first order ship! the whole cinema gasped it was insane!
  • the look poe gave finn when he urged them all to take out the cannon
  • luke and leia joking about her hair
  • c3po gently asking “master luke?” and luke just winking at him
  • luke emerging from the haze of gun fire and vaguely brushing non-existent dust off his shoulder he’s so needlessly dramatic i love him
  • c3po firmly keeping his arm around r2 after they had been reunited
  • chewie giving c3po a hug
  • every time luke and poe were on screen! they’re gay and hilarious and i’m thankful for the 0.8 second scene where poe acknowledges that luke just walked past him

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Bonnie and Clyde's reaction to you being in a big movie?(like marvel or dc big)

“Look at her Bonnie! She like nice in the picture screen don’t she?” Clyde grins, wrapping an arm around Bonnie shoulders

Bonnie was near tears as she watched “she’s living in her dream Clyde… she’s making something out of herself”

[when you finally finish a fic after three months]


“Yo, grandma! Why does your yard look so nice?”

“Because it’s been watered.” She answers, opening her arms and silently asking for the hug Stiles will never deny her. She always smells like cookies and coffee.

“That was supposed to be my job!” Ever since she dislocated her shoulder and Stiles’ dad gave her a lecture about being more careful, Stiles was entrusted on taking care of her garden for her. He isn’t particularly good at it, though. The last time he visited, two months ago she threatened to fire him, even though he’s, you know, her grandson.

“Well, I just got someone to help you.” She smiles and pats his cheek. “Since you’ve been so busy being away.”

“You need to work on your sarcasm, Mrs. Stilinski.” Stiles mutters, narrowing his eyes. His grandma smirks.

Please.Who do you think taught your father?” She turns to the fridge and begins pulling ingredients for a cake. “Chocolate cake, honey?”

Stiles only mutters a ‘yes, please’ and turns to look out the window. If she was, in fact, capable of firing her own grandson (even though he’s supposed to be working for free), Stiles should meet the person who replaced him and managed to make the roses look pretty again.

“He should be by the fence.” His grandmother says, joining him by the window. “He’s tending to the tulips today. I hope he’s shirtless again.” She adds.

What.” Stiles squeaks, turning to stare at her. “Grandma, tell me you didn’t hire him just because he’s hot?” It has happened before, many times. The last guy she hired to fix the sink almost gave Stiles’ dad a heart attack.

“Not just because.” She smirks again.

“Oh my God.” Stiles face palms. His grandmother is a menace.

Before she can retort, the back door swings open and Derek steps into his grandmother’s kitchen. “Cecilia, could you get me a glass of water?”

His grandmother’s smile gets bigger.

“Oh my God.” Stiles repeats.

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where will they live?

inspired by this post

a while ago i wrote this as a thank you to someone who was very kind, and helped me out when i was in a tough spot. they were nice enough to give me permission to share it with all of you, so -

a fish may love a bird, but where will they live?


when runhilda was just a hatchling, a little boy with big eyes fed her bread and called her pretty even before she was. he always had bruises on his face and arms, and his clothes hung off him, but he always had soft words for her, always gave her his bread crusts even though he needed them more than she did.

when runhilda is older, and goes by runa, she throws off her coat of feathers and steps from the river onto the land. she towers over the teenage boy, stretching past six feet with flowing white-blonde hair and her arms and thighs like tree trunks. “you need this more than i do,” she tells him generously.

he looks on in confusion as she takes her coat of feathers and wraps it around his shoulders. he transforms into graceful, powerful swan. he transforms into a something that can fly away from his miserable life.

“give it back to me one day,” she says, “when you don’t need it anymore.”

she pats him on the head, and he gently nips her hand before he opens his wings and takes to the sky.

runa watches him go wistfully. she’ll miss her wings, but she’s never had legs before and she’s eager to take them for a spin.


she tracks down the boy’s mother who’d been so cruel to him, and no one is ever ready for a giant naked woman to burst into their pub and start yelling at them, but runa still thinks she screamed too much. she’d threatened the woman with everything from a sound beating to dire legal action, and she and her husband leave town with nothing more than the clothes on their backs.

this has worked out for runa nicely. she thinks running a pub could be fun. she goes upstairs, and none of the tiny woman’s ridiculous clothes will fit her, obviously, so she goes through the husband’s closet. she thinks she looks rather dashing in trousers and suspenders and a crisp white button up. she puts a newsboy cap over her curly mass of hair for good measure, and winks at herself in the mirror. this being human thing is off to an excellent start.

then she goes downstairs and realizes she’s scared off the staff and patrons. the patrons she’s not too worried about this. this is dublin, and no one even died. as long as the alcohol keeps flowing, they’ll be back.

as for the staff ….

she goes to the river and recruits as many curious sisters as she can. she walks back to her pub with her arms laden with feather coats and a dozen gorgeous naked women all as tall as she is trailing behind her.



the seamstress adores them, since most of her sisters prefer the pretty, full bodied dresses that many of the human women wear, and they all have to be custom made to fit their large shoulders and thick waists. runa sticks to her trousers and shirts, and acquires a collection of newsboy hats.

her pub quickly gains a reputation, as it should. it’s staffed by beautiful women who have no problem with ending a bar fight personally, and physically throwing the offenders on to the street. there’s a strict look, but don’t touch policy that all of the patrons take advantage of, running their eyes over the beautiful barmaids. of course, quite a few human men and women catch her sisters’ eyes, and more than one dazed and pleased human has left their pub half dressed in the mornings.

no one catches runa’s attentions, until a slim woman with dark skin and dark eyes takes a corner table in the pub. she’s in an opulent grey dress, and her hair is carefully pinned into an elegant style, with a glittering necklace around her throat. no woman as wealthy as this one should be in runa’s establishment, or if she is she shouldn’t look miserable about it.

“here,” her sister pushes two mugs full to the brim into her hands. runa glares at her, but she’s already turned away. she resents the implication that she’s that transparent.

she still walks over to the woman and sits across from her, pressing the drink into her hands. she looks startled, but not upset, so runa leans her elbow halfway across the table and asks, “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

she smiles back, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. runa’s filled with a determination to have her smile like she means it.

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Sleepy Pleasures

Originally posted by niallhavelarrysextape

A lil blurb where Harry’s flustered by his girlfriend in the wee hours of the night

Right when Harry got home, he was in a mood.

Y/N had come with him to a party right after one of his tour shows. She was showing off her legs in a skirt that just made Harry wanna rip all her clothes off and just fuck her into oblivion. Of course she wasn’t doing it intentionally, she was just being her innocent self. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she smiled, eyes that sparkled all day.. She was just so beautiful, he could not believe she was all his. Her innocence had proved to be Harry’s weakness as well. Y/N and Harry still hadn’t made love. They had taken small steps through the course of being together to have Y/N warm up to the idea of being with him. Of course Harry wasn’t going to push anything until Y/N was 100% committed.

That didn’t stop Harry from thinking about what he would want with Y/N. Right when they got to their room, he could feel all the blood rush to his cock. Of course Y/N has changed in front of Harry plenty of times, but he could feel himself slowly losing control, deciding to slip out of his clothes down to his boxers and slipping under the covers. Y/N giggled looking over at him running her hands through her hair.

“What’s up with you? You’ve been quiet the whole ride to the hotel.” Harry glanced over at her biting on his lip subtly glancing up and down her body.

“‘M just a bit tired baby… come cuddle I just wanna sleep.” Harry scrunched his nose making grabby hands towards her. Y/N climbed into bed lying her head on his chest, pulling the blanket up. Harry wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pecking her forehead and a loving exchange of ‘I love you’s’ which resulted in a lazy make out session which wasn’t helping Harry’s problem one bit. Her lips were slightly chapped against his smooth ones.

He can thank Y/N for making sure to slather his lips with some lip balm now that it’s that time of year.

After one more longing kiss, they shut their eyes and drifted into peaceful slumber. Harry tried to sleep, but his cock felt as if it was ready to burst. He planned out to wait about an hour or so, just until Y/N was fully settled in her position for the night. Harry wanted nothing more than to slip his hands into his boxers and let him rub one out while looking at her body, but his brain was telling him to try and go to sleep. Main thing being was he tried.

The whole image was so vivid to me. Like it was so real. Her legs were wrapped around my waist as I thrusted into her deep and slow. Her moans and whimpers were so clear and sexy, I clutched her to my chest. She felt so warm and wet around my cock as she bit down on the skin of shoulder holding onto my back like it was her life source. I pulled back to look into her big eyes, just falling in love with her over and over again. My lips laid down on hers as I held her cheeks between my hands thrusting into her deeper than ever. I swallowed all her moans, making my heart race more as she dragged down my back. I could feel her whispering against my lips to cum with her. Her hands tangled into my hair making my eyes squeeze shut swallowing thickly gasping out as I came.

Harry shot up gasping out panting for air looking around. He was still in the bed, Y/N was still in deep slumber while Harry felt a warmth in his red Calvin Klein’s. He sighed holding his head in his hands, taking deep breaths to compose himself. Harry was still semi hard. He obviously has pulled on out while on tour missing her.

But he had never done it while she was in the same room as him.

Harry was aching for another release. As long as he was quiet, he wouldn’t wake Y/N up, no harm, no foul. He looked back at her and she was lying on her side, with her back facing towards him. His hand slipping the boxers down to his knees with his painful, aware, cock sprung fully erect. Harry bit down on the corner of his mouth, swallowing thickly as his hand slowly wrapped around the base. He shut his eyes slowly moving his hand up and down making his breath get caught in his throat. The thoughts Harry was having about Y/N were the most filthiest.

He imagined her on her hands and knees begging for his cock. That innocent mouth begging him to do the worst to her. Harry was halfway from letting out a whimper, biting the skin of my biceps to stifle the sound. He glanced over at Y/N’s figure with the blanket pushed down her lower body. Her shirt rid up to show off the skin of her hips making the butterfly on his tummy come to life with the shivers that came through his spine, wanting nothing more than to just leave a harsh love bite in the spot. He whimpered out again squeezing his eyes shut when his thumb swiped over the slit to gather to some of the pre cum there. Harry stroked himself, teasing with short fast strokes to long and dragged out stroked making his bones rattle in his body, shuddering in pleasure. A small drop of sweat started to drip from his temple. Harry squeezed his eyes shut whimpering into his bicep imagining how good Y/N’s body must look without a single piece of clothing on. Harry moved his hand faster and faster whimpering and panting against his arm as he dug his head back into the pillows. 4 spurts of cum shot onto Harry’s stomach and chest, shorting his breath as he tried to regain his normal breathing. Harry shut his eyes rubbing over his face before hearing a familiar, sleepy voice call out to him. “Harry?” Oh shit.

The sight in front of Y/N was just…. Wow.

Harry’s cheeks were flushed red, some strands of his hair draped over his forehead, and his cock was lying limp against his thigh with a few streams of cum spread across the butterfly of his tummy and chest.

“Y/N I-I can explain…” Harry stuttered out quickly making her look at him. His bottom lip was puffy from the constant chewing and biting, bursting with a deep raspberry color. His green eyes were staring at Y/N, glossy, filled with embarrassment. Y/N didn’t know why, this whole thing made her body get all fuzzy and warm. Y/N leaned down to shut his babbling up with a deep kiss holding the side of his face.

Harry kissed back slowly, his hands itching by his side. She pulled back softly tugging on his lip lightly with her teeth, making him let out a breathless whine. Y/N looked down at the creamy white substance adorning his chest, moving down and slowly licking every inch of his chest and abdomen. Harry gasped propping himself on his elbows looking down at her with his mouth parted open. She looked up at him as she licked up the last few drops on lower abdomen, tracing her tongue over each of the ferns on his hips. Harry’s hand brushed the hair out of Y/N’s face, caressing the side of her head as she kissed further down to his semi hard prick. He took a sharp intake of breath as she grasped it putting his hand over hers. “Petal…. ‘s really sensitive…” He whimpers out sinking his teeth into his pillowy bottom lip. Y/N looked up at him softly kissing over his tip and laying soft, open mouthed kisses up and down his shaft. Harry kept himself propped on his elbows letting his head fall back on his shoulders moaning out softly. One of Harry’s hands moved Y/N’s hair to the side, resting his fingertips at the hair behind her ears. Y/N let the tip slip into her mouth slowly as she looked up at him suckling softly, feeling tongue. Harry gasped looking down at her with his mouth agape and sputtery breaths coming out of his mouth. His high was coming quick, Y/N let her hand slide up and down his shaft opening her mouth looking straight at him.

He was about to go fucking insane.

Harry panted and gasped for air gripping, tightening his grip on Y/N’s hair with one hand, the other clenched onto the cream colored sheets the bedsheets.

“Y-Y/N oh god.. oh fuck I’m cumming s-sHIT” Harry cried out letting his release slip into her mouth.

Some had dribbled onto her cheek and as far as getting close to the corner of her right eye. He looked down pulling Y/N up softly, using his thumb to wipe the cum off her cheek. She took it into her mouth sucking softly on his thumb giggling around it. He pulled back carefully wiping it from the corner of her eye frowning. “‘s your eye okay? I didn’t know it would.. you know.. go everywhere like tha’..” Y/N nodded, giggling again as she cupped over his cheeks.

“I’m fine Harry it’s okay..” He blushed softly smiling pressing his lips to hers. She kissed back humming into his mouth as his fingers lightly brushed over her jaw to cup her cheeks. Y/N pulled back looking at him with her arms draped over his shoulders grinning.

“So…. What were you dreaming about that made you cum in your boxers..”

Harry blushed heavily hiding his face in her neck, both of them breaking out into giggles.

play pretend || sebastian stan

Summary: What’s more humiliating than bumping into an old frenemy from the past at a grocery store, looking your worst? Luckily, someone comes to your rescue.
Warnings: None.
A/N: I found this laying around in my computer so I added some more to it and decided to post it. Hope you like it! Don’t forget to give me some feedback, much love xoxo

You weren’t pathetic. You were just like any normal adult, going grocery shopping on a Saturday night. It wasn’t like you were going back there just to get a glimpse of the hot guy that you saw roaming around occasionally. Really, if you just happened to see him then that would be a bonus.

That’s what you were trying to tell yourself as you were walking down the deserted cereal aisle. You couldn’t decide what kind of cereal you wanted, currently walking back and forth at a slow pace with a box of Captain Crunch in one hand while running a finger along the Cheerios box. You sighed, wondering why the hell it was so hard in the first place, to just pick a brand and move on with getting the ice cream that you’d been looking forward to all day.

You reached up to pick out the Cheerios, humming while contemplating what your pick would be.

“I’d pick the Captain Crunch if I was you.” An amused voice spoke up from behind, and you whirled around in fright.

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Extra Credit (Part 1)

So here is the Teacher AU that I’ve been meaning to do for a while. Before I get any hate for this, it is a COLLEGE setting and the ages are 21 and 28. That out of the way I plan on making this a decently long Fic, so let me know if you have any prompts or anything you want to see in the future. 


Richie parked his old truck in his parking spot and flicked the ash off of the end of his cigarette out the window. He brought it back to his lips and leaned back against the headrest of his seat. Looking down at the clock he inhaled the smoke.

9:20 AM

He still had ten minutes before the start of class, he thought as he reached into the back seat to grab his messenger bag. Stan had tried to convince him to get a briefcase to look somewhat professional. Richie and Bev had both laughed at the thought of Richie parading around campus looking like one of the stuck up professors.

Richie definitely wasn’t one of those. He was the teacher that walked into class on the first day and could blend in with the students if he really wanted to.

Getting a teaching position right out of school was rare but thanks to the glowing recommendation letters that his advisors and Dean had written for him, it hadn’t been too hard.

Say what you want about Richie’s personality but he was a fantastic teacher.

The school board had watched him closely during his first year and were blown away by how well he took to the environment. His class had quickly became one of the more signed up for classes and he made sure that all of his students excelled.

The school didn’t hesitate to sign him on permanently after that first year.

Richie grabbed his coffee from the console and swung his door open, bumping it shut with his side once he was out.

His walk to the Fine Arts building was full of smiles and “Morning Mr Tozier.” He waved to each of them, occasionally calling something back to the students he knew.

Right as he was pulling the door to the building open a slender arm wrapped around his waist from behind him while another hand held a bagel in front of his face.

His eyes dropped down to the nails of the offender as he bit into the bagel and pulled it out of their hand. They were painted with every colour of the rainbow with bright neon paint. He only knew one person who pulled off something that matched his taste so exactly.

“Well, Ms Marsh, I really hope you didn’t just want to show me your breakfast because this bagel now belongs to me.” He stated as he bit out a large chunk and turned his head to look down at her.

“I’m all for sharing.” Bev said grabbing his wrist and pulling the bagel down to her mouth to take a bite. Keeping her arm around his waist she moved to walk beside him.

Beverly Marsh was one of Richie’s favourite parts of the school. She was a couple years older than him and one of the best artist he had ever met, as well as being one of the best people he had ever met. The two instantly clicked at the first department meeting during his first year and had basically been inseparable ever since.

“Are we still on for tonight.” She asked as they approached the door to Richie’s class, snatching Richie’s coffee and taking a sip.

“I’m never the one you have to convince to go out on Friday nights, Bev.” He replied, taking another large bite of bagel and grabbing his coffee back from her mouth.

She nodded as she turned to walk away.

“I’ll work on him. you need to add milk or something to that. It’s disgusting.” She called over her shoulder.

“It’s dark like my soul.” He yelled back as he watched her turn the corner laughing. He smiled after her and used his arm to pull open the door to his classroom.

The class was already full, most students talking among themselves. A few closer to the door had turned to listen to him and Beverly talking just outside.

Richie nodded and waved as he crossed the front of the room towards his desk. A few of the students responded with small smiles. He turned to look forward at his desk before he got halfway across the room, avoiding a certain set of eye’s that followed him as he walked.

As he sat at his desk he made the mistake of looking back into the crowd of students. As soon as he did his eyes were drawn to the front row, specifically to the student that sat directly in the center.

His name of Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie was pretty sure he had only taken the class to torture him.

As their eye’s met Richie saw the corner of Eddie’s lip rise into a smirk, his head tilting to the side as his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip.

Student crushes were nothing new to Richie. In fact, he started making a bet with Bev that a least one student in every one of his classes would develop one. So yeah he was pretty used to them.

Something about Eddie was completely different.

Most of the time they were wide-eyed freshmen who would turn away blushing as soon as Richie would look their way. Or they would say hi to him in the hallways and turn away giggling when he returned the greeting. Or stare at him dreamily while he taught at the front of the room.

Eddie did none of those things.

He would deliberately make eye contact whenever he could, and as soon as they would he would raise his eyebrow, almost like he was challenging Richie not to look away.

And most of the time, Richie didn’t want to.

Something about Eddie drew Richie to him. He had the deepest brown eyes and matching hair that was always perfectly in place. Honestly, that was a pretty good word to describe Eddie as a whole. Perfect. Everything from how he was always on time to class, to his basically perfect grades, to the soft sweaters he always wore and the shorts that most would consider too short but Richie couldn’t help but appreciate. Especially the way they showed off his-

No Richie. Bad. A voice that sounded uncannily like Stan’s rang through his head.

Richie shook his head, breaking the spell that always overtook him whenever he found himself staring at the younger boy and cleared his throat, standing as he addressed the class.

“Mornin’. Everyone get into your groups; you all know the drill.” He turned towards the computer on his desk and powered it on, while the students shuffled around and rearranged desks.

Friday’s were Richie’s favourite day for a few reasons.

Number one – weekends were awesome, duh.

Number two – Fridays were basically the only day that there was a chance that Stan would come out with him and Bev. Richie and Stan had been best friends since they were young, despite the three-year age difference and Richie loved him like a brother but he could be a pretty big stick in the mud sometimes.

And thirdly – he only taught three classes on Friday and all three of those were discussions classes where the students would get into groups and discuss the short film that they would watch the class before.

Not that Richie minded talking at the front of the class for nearly two hours. 

His mom had always said he had a gift for talking for long periods of time without shutting up. but with the discussion class, he found that that was when the students, as well as himself, learned the most. Students that would normally never talk bouncing idea’s and thoughts off of each other was one of Richie’s favourite things about teaching Film Studies.

He turned on the projector that was connected to his computer and walked to the front of the class as the sounds of moving students started to settle.

He reached up to pull the cord attached to the projector screen down as the projector blinked on. Turning to face the class he pointedly avoided looking at the front row as the discussion questions appeared behind him.

“For today, I want each of you to individually take notes on what your group talks about and hand them in at the end of class.” Richie shifted his eye’s around the room at the general look of displeasure that erupted on the faces of his students.

“I know it sucks, you can’t just rely on one person to do all the work today.” Richie pouted his lip exaggeratedly and saw some of the looks turn to half smiles.

“I just wanna try something different today. hell, I might not even like all the extra reading I just gave myself and scrap the idea after today.” Richie knew that wasn’t true. He loved reading the opinions of his students. it was amazing how many different versions of a main idea the students could come up with from a short film that one of Bev’s friends made about Apples.

“Now, let the discussions begin.” He threw his arms out exaggeratedly and yell like he was at some kind of car race. A couple of students let out small laughs and the majority had lost the displeased look in favour of smiles or the occasional eye roll.

As the groups started their discussions, Richie walked back to his desk and grabbed his half drank coffee and headed towards the back of the class to listen in on one of the groups.

He slowly moved from group to group, aware of the gaze that followed him as he made his way to the front.

He took a deep breath before heading towards the group closest to the front. He stood behind one of the students, something Denbrough, he thought as he listened to what one of the girls in the group as saying about plot points, trying his hardest to ignore the look currently being burned into the side of his face.

He made a few comments and the group turned to listen to him and a few scribbled down some notes. He went to leave the group as another one of the students took the lead and the rest shifted to look at them, all but one.

He stopped just past Eddie’s seat and dropped the volume of his voice.

“Shouldn’t you be paying attention Mr Kaspbrak.” He raised his eyebrow as he looked down and the two meet eyes for the first time since the begin on class.

“Sorry Professor Tozier, something just caught my eye.” He smiled up at him and pushed his paper more into Richie’s view. “Don’t worry, I still have plenty of notes for you.”

Richie’s eyes moved from Eddie’s to look at the page and it was full of impressively neat handwriting, which Richie honestly had no clue when he had found the time to write them through all the staring that he had been doing all class.

Richie nodded slowly without saying anything else and walked towards his desk, his mouth pressed into a thin line. He looked up at the clock above the door when he reached his desk. There were five minutes until the end of class and Richie decided to call it.

“Okay, so I want everyone to drop off their papers on my desk and then you can get out here. Have a good weekend.” He smiled and sat down, shifting around some of the papers already on the desk to make room.

By the time the clock read 11 Richie had a small stack of paper on the corner of his desk and only two students remained in the class. the Denbrough kid and of course, Eddie.

They were talking as they approached Richie’s desk. Bill, Richie was pretty sure that was his name, put his page down and continued talking, briefly smiling and waving at Richie as he turned towards the door.

Eddie stood in front of the desk for a few seconds more than strictly necessary. He smiled down at Richie as he carefully placed his page on top of Bill’s.

“Have a good weekend Professor.”  Eddie said in a low voice, his eyes dropping down from Richie’s eyes to his lips before turning and running after Bill, who hadn’t noticed Eddie wasn’t still right beside him.

Richie sighed and rubbed the side of his face, shifting in his seat and looking down at the pages.

Eddie’s writing really was something. He grabbed the paper and glanced over some of the things he had written. His eyes fell to the bottom of the page where a little note was written inside of a box.

‘Sorry about being distracted Sir. If you want me to come back after hours to make up for it, I’d be happy to.’

“Good lord.” Richie muttered to himself and swallowing a lump in his throat as he grabbed the rest of the papers, stuffed them into his bag and stood. He headed out of the room and down the hall towards the Visual Arts section of the building. He needed someone to remind him why sleeping with students was a bad idea because he was starting to forget.

And he knew exactly who to go to.

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“Con Simón hacen una pareja increíble”

dominqueweasley  asked:

sharing clothes prompt + andreil? good luck on exams!!

It’s not a thing.

It’s just - convenient. Or a natural result of living in each other’s pockets. The point is, there’s no reason for Matt to take one look at Neil when they’re moving back into Fox Tower and laugh.

“What?” Neil asks, though he’s mostly drowned out by Nicky’s explosive, “Thank you!”

Nicky attempts to high-five Matt, but Dan hip-checks him out of the way so hard he staggers. “Ignore them, Neil. You’re fine.”

“That’s usually his line,” Allison says. Her mouth is curled up in a smirk, her gaze coolly evaluating. She has an arm slung over Renee’s shoulders, and Renee herself is wearing a much more earnest smile. “I’m curious though, is it all And-”

She’s interrupted by Coach’s voice booming down the hall from behind them. “What are you idiots all doing in the hallway? We’re not delaying practice just because you’re all too busy yapping to unpack.”

“We’re admiring Neil’s outfit,” Nicky says, and then squeaks a little.

Andrew appears from behind Coach’s broad body, a bag over each shoulder. He looks at them all as coolly as ever before walking straight past into their room where Kevin is presumably already unpacking.

Coach looks Neil over and then snorts. “I don’t care. Get your asses into gear or you’ll be running laps till you puke tomorrow.”

That makes the Foxes scatter. Neil follows Andrew into their suite, closing the door behind him.

It’s only then that he looks down at what he’s wearing. It’s a t-shirt and jeans, both black. The shirt is a part of the Fox uniform, but it’s not like he was the only one wearing one. Renee was wearing her team hoodie, as was Matt. Anyway, he knows his outfits have been a source of contention and amusement for the Foxes in the past, but he’s hardly the only one to have ever worn something considered unusual. Allison has turned up to the Tower in both a ballgown and a giraffe onesie for a start, and that’s without even mentioning Nicky’s clothes.

Andrew is unpacking food out of one of the bags into the kitchenette. Neil says, mostly to himself, “I don’t get it.”

Andrew doesn’t look up as he says, “You’re wearing my shirt.”

“This is my shirt,” Neil replies, grabbing the hem of said shirt and pulling it away from his body to examine it. It’s definitely his shirt. He remembers washing it. It’s particularly soft, and fits him a little loosely in the way he prefers.

“You stole my shirt,” Andrew tells him, “Number 10.”

Everything the Foxes have is branded, from their training gear to the stuff they’re given to wear on campus or for media events. When Neil looks at the breast of his shirt, he notices the number three on it next to the fox print logo.

“Oh,” Neil says. “…do you want it back?”

“No,” Andrew replies.

“…okay?” It comes out like a question even though it isn’t meant to.

This time Andrew looks up, if only to give him a flat look. The effect is lessened a little by the way the look drifts, tracing over Neil’s shoulders.

“Do you like it?” Neil asks, because that kind of aimless watching tends to mean one thing. His tone is dubious, but after a moment of silence on Andrew’s part the feeling of guessing right starts to solidify in his gut. 

It’s not as though he hasn’t got used to the idea that Andrew likes things by now, and not just in terms of the things Neil does to him. It’s things about Neil himself - the shape of his legs, the sounds he makes - and Andrew might not always tell Neil those things outright, but Neil reads him very well. 

But it’s…clothes. Neil just doesn’t really get it. 

While he’s been considering it, Andrew has returned to shoving a bag of corn chips and several bottles of spirits into a cupboard. Then he stands, kicking the cupboard door shut, and walks around the little bench towards Neil.

Neil stays still, even when Andrew gets within arm’s length, even when he curls his fingers into Neil’s - his? Neil’s? - shirt and holds on, even…especially when he pulls Neil down and kisses him.

Maybe it’s kind of thing, then.

Max runs up to Lucas and jumps on his back.

El is confused and thinks Max is trying to hurt Lucas. “Mike? She’s tackling him? Is he ok?”

Mike laughs and shakes his head. “No, she’s not hurting him. It’s called a piggy back.”

“Piggy back?”

“Yeah, you put your arms around my neck,” he turns around and crouches down. She hesitantly wraps her arms around his neck. “And then you jump on.”

Her eyes go wide. “You won’t let me fall?”

“I promise.”

She hops on his back and he supports her legs. El begins laughing. She likes it up there, it’s fun being tall for a change.

“You ok?” He looks over his shoulder.

El rests her head on top of his and hugs him tighter. He runs to catch up with Lucas and Max, El screaming and laughing as they go.

Not Northside Material - Part 5

Originally posted by stilinskikissme

A/N: BUCKLE URSELF IN BC I HATE MYSELF FOR THIS! I have so much love and respect for anyone who is still here and reading this, y’all are the real bros and I Love You All. As always hmu with that good good feedback, I live for anything you guys have to say (i check all my reblogs for tags, people put the best shit in tags I swear)

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Summary: Sweet Pea manages to piss off Toni, have an important epiphany, and ruin his own happiness all in the span of a day. Talented boy.

Words: 2,549

Warnings: Serpents, Swears, Pain (if u listen close u can hear me break my own heart)

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Lena catches Supergirl crying, and they have a much deserved talk.

“Supergirl?” Lena’s brows furrow as she sees the hero on the balcony of Cat Grant’s old office – well, her new office. Even though Lena is confused, her tone is still bright when she asks, “What are you doing here?” But the smile she has on her lips disappears as she walks closer and sees the hero quickly wiping her tears away. “Supergirl…is everything okay?”

“Y-Yeah…” Kara laughs a little awkwardly, wondering why she didn’t hear Lena approaching her. “It’s nothing, Ms. Luthor… I-I’ll get out of your way–”

But before she can move, Kara feels Lena’s hand on her shoulder, “Hey,” Lena says softly, “It’s okay, you can stay here… And I’m here if you need to talk.”

It is strange for Lena to see the girl of steel crying, but it is a good reminder that even the strongest beings in the world have a softer side; that they too feel the weight of the world, and sometimes they crumble under it.

Kara stares out over the city, unmoving. Tears stream down her cheeks as she tries to organize her thoughts, as she tries to make sense over the past few weeks. “I love this balcony…” she starts, her voice barely above a whisper. “I got some of the best advice from Ms. Grant standing right here while we looked over the city…”

Lena lets go of Supergirl’s shoulder, and silently leans against the railing to admire the view as well; maybe she would be able to see the city through Supergirl’s eyes.

“I miss her, you know? Miss Grant… But she had to leave… They all do…” Kara shakes her head; anger bubbling up inside her chest, and she does her best to push it down.

They?” Lena asks softly. “Who are they?”

“My parents, Krypton, my aunt, Kal-El, Miss Grant, Mon-El! They all left! And I'm… And I’m still here…alone.”

Lena doesn’t flinch when Kara’s voice rises through the sentence, but her heart breaks when the hero finishes voicing her thoughts in a broken whisper. If it were Kara, if it were her best friend saying such things to her, Lena would hug her without hesitation; but this isn’t Kara, this is Supergirl, so Lena tentatively places a hand on her arm. “I’m sorry.” It’s all she can muster, because what can Lena say to someone who’s lost her entire planet? “I…We, humans, will never understand how big of a loss you suffered… I might be saying too much, but I have a feeling not even Superman understands it, right? Since he came to Earth as a baby?”

Kara cries quietly, placing one hand on top of Lena’s, and she nods at her friend’s question. “I was supposed to raise him, you know? We were supposed to arrive on Earth at the same time, and I was supposed to raise him, teaching him everything about our planet, about our family… But my pod, it got knocked out off course, and I got stuck in the Phantom Zone for twenty-four years… While I was asleep in that cold nothingness, he was here learning how to be more of a human than Kryptonian… And when I finally arrived, he didn’t need me anymore, he was already Earth’s hero and he couldn’t look after me…”

“Wait.” Lena raises her eyebrow, and Kara notices how the grip on her arm tightens. “You’re telling me he abandoned you?”

“It’s not–” Kara sighs, she doesn’t want to have this argument with Lena too, Alex already gives her enough of a hard time over it. “He didn’t know me, I was a stranger to him, and he has two lives he needs to juggle. I understand why he did what he did… Sometimes– Sometimes I think it was a blessing, honestly, because I don’t know if I would have been able to take it trying to teach my only living relative about our culture, and seeing him not being interested in it. At least my foster family wanted to learn everything about me…”

Lena feels Supergirl’s reluctance on the subject, so Lena files that bit of information for the next time Superman tries to act like he has the moral high ground over her.

“You’ve never told me anything about your foster family.” Lena says instead, smiling softly at Supergirl. “Do you have foster siblings?”

That makes Kara smile; she can’t help herself, Alex always brings out the best in her. “Yes, I do.”

Raising her eyebrow again, Lena decides to try her luck, “How many?? One, two, three??”

Chuckling, Kara shakes her head. “I can’t tell you that, Miss Luthor.”

“Lena, please. I thought after the airplane incident you’d keep calling me by my first name.” She says, grinning.

“Lena.” Kara nods. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” With a little smirk, Lena teases, “One day you’ll trust me enough to tell me more about yourself.”

Kara frowns and turns to Lena. “It’s not about trust, Lena.” There’s such sincerity in those blue eyes that it steals Lena’s breath away. “Because I already trust you, more than you’ll ever know, to be honest…”

“Then…why?” Lena manages to speak even though she seems to be getting lost in Kara’s eyes.

“Because…” Kara feels a wave of guilt washing over her, and she forces herself to look back at the city. “Because I’m selfish.”

Lena blinks a few times, thoroughly confused as to why Supergirl would say something like that. “W-What do you mean?” She asks, going back to leaning against the railing; only this time her shoulder is brushing against Supergirl’s as they stand closer than before.

“I… I need to keep my two lives apart…” Kara starts, trying to figure out how she can explain this to Lena without defeating the purpose of keeping her identity a secret. “You… you mean so much to me, Lena… You’ve helped me more than you realize… and I need to keep things the way they are…or…or…” The idea of not having Lena as a friend to just Kara Danvers fills Kara with anxiety. “Or I fear something inside me will break.”

Lena looks at Supergirl with confusion clear in her eyes, and Kara braces herself for the obvious questions Lena surely is thinking about, but they never come. Slowly, the furrow of her brows disappears, and instead of looking confused, Lena smiles softly at Kara, and nods. “You mean a lot to me too.” Lena says, gently bumping her shoulder to Kara’s. “And I understand… I mean, I don’t, not really, but this has been working for us and if it means that much to you, then I’m okay keeping things as they are.”

Before Lena knows what hit her, she finds herself enveloped in strong arms. “Thank you, Lena.” The words are whispered against her neck, making Lena shiver.

“You’re welcome.” Lena sighs the words, bringing her arms up to hug Supergirl back. Something about the hug feels oddly familiar, which goes along with Lena’s theory that she knows Supergirl’s secret identity, but now that she knows for a fact that Supergirl needs her two personas to be apart, Lena will make a conscious effort not to think about it too much.

The hug goes on for longer than either of them intended to, and to Lena’s surprise, when Supergirl pulls back, she’s crying again.

“I…” Lena trails off, fidgeting with her fingers. “I’m sorry for being responsible for sending Mon-El away. I didn’t mean to make one more person leave you.”

Kara shakes her head, “You were only helping me. And it was my decision to push the button, Lena, not yours. I’m sorry Edge used that to make you believe you had hurt those kids.”

Lena gives Supergirl an appreciative little smile. “It’s okay. I’m just glad I have Kara and Sam as my friends… they wouldn’t give up on me even when I had already given up on myself.”

“Remind me to send them a gift basket then.” Kara chuckles, drying her tears.

Lena shakes her head good-naturedly. “Can I ask you a question?” She asks; her features turning more serious. At Supergirl’s nod, Lena continues, “Who is Mon-El to you? He was important enough to be on your list earlier, but he’s Kara’s boyfriend…”

“Oh…um…” Kara swallows hard.

“Because I really like you, but Kara comes first, and if he was cheating on her with you…”

“Oh, no! No! Nothing like that!” Kara rushes to appease Lena, although her heart melts a little at the way Lena stands up for Kara Danvers. “He-He’s just a friend… A good friend…a friend who knows my planet…who knows about my customs and traditions… He’s the closest thing to a Kryptonian friend I have…”

“Oh…” Lena nods, worrying her bottom lip. “I promise one day L-Corp will find a way to clean the lead off the air so he can come back, Supergirl.“

Smiling even though there’s a knot in her throat, Kara says, "About that… Four hundred years from now, L-Corp will find the cure for it.” At Lena’s inquisitive look, Kara explains, “Mon-El… He traveled back in time… He’s back, and thanks to your company he can breathe our air again.”

Lena is speechless. There’s so much going on in her mind, that she can’t help but laugh in disbelief. “Y-You’re telling me that I did it?? Th-That I managed to keep on the right path??? That L-Corp will continue to do good long after I’m gone?!?!”

Kara smiles softly at Lena’s enthusiasm, and nods. “I had no doubt about that.”

“This is crazy!” Lena laughs again, shaking her head. “But wait, you said her traveled back in time? How long has it been for him?”

Kara turns her gaze to the city bellow them once more. “Seven years… He’s married now… I’m sure he’ll try to go back to his timeline soon…”

“Wow… Um…” Lena frowns. “I think I should call Kara.”

“No!” Supergirl rushes to say. “Sh-She’s okay. I mean, she’s dealing with it. Her sister is there for her.”

Worrying her lip again, Lena nods, and silence sets between them.

“I know I’ll never understand what you’ve been through,” Lena starts without looking at Supergirl. “As I said before, no human truly can, but…in a way, I understand. When I lost my mom…I lost everything; I lost her, my house, my friends… Everything I knew…gone, and suddenly I was with this knew family who might as well have been from a different planet.”

Kara turns her head just slightly so she can discreetly watch Lena as she speaks. It’s during moments like this that Kara remembers how young Lena actually is, and how much she’s been through.

“I don’t remember much about my mom, and I never knew anything about my father, well, at least not until Lillian decided to tell me Lionel was my real dad to try and get something from me.” Lena scoffs, shaking her head. “My dad is now gone, Lillian has tried to kill me many times, and I watched the only person who truly loved me turn into a monster.” Suddenly Lena has an urge to drink something strong, but she forces herself to stay still. “And once again, the life I knew was taken from me. No one wanted to be associated with me anymore… the friends I thought I had, left me; the man I loved couldn’t understand why I needed to move here.” Sighing, Lena rubs her temples and a practiced smile appears on her lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to turn this into a Lena Luthor pity party. All I’m trying to say is, even though no one on Earth can understand the scale of what you’ve lost, some of us can still understand what it feels like to lose everything and having to start over.” Placing her hand on Supergirl’s arm once more, Lena says, “Just know that you’re not alone. I’m here for you, and if you ever want to teach me anything from your culture, I’d be more than willing to learn.”

Kara can’t stop her tears, but she’s smiling brightly again. “Thank you, Lena.” And as a word crosses her mind, Kara’s smile turns into a full-on grin. “How about we start with the word ‘mbysh’?”

Lena returns the smile, glad that she was seemingly able to comfort the hero. She tentatively repeats the word, making Kara giggle. “Hey! Don’t laugh at me!” Lena laughs along with Supergirl.

“I’m not laughing at you! I promise!” Kara snorts out a laugh. “You just sound very cute! Come on, try again.” She says, repeating the word for Lena.

Lena can feel her cheeks burning at the compliment, but she repeats the word after Supergirl, earning an excited squeak. “Better?” She asks.

“Yes! It was perfect!” Kara beams.

“Good!” Lena says proudly. “But what does it mean?”

Kara tilts her head to the side for a moment, smiling softly at Lena, before leaning in and kissing Lena’s cheek. “Friend. It means friend.”


Little Imagine
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God she’s so beautiful. 

That’s all he can think about as he watches his girlfriend stare out the window of his tour bus. 

She’s been on tour with him for a few weeks now, and he loves it. Loves having her with him to discover new places. Her by his side before he goes on stage. Her holding his hand as they walk from place to place. Her cuddling into him when he passes out after a show. Just loves her.

“It’s starting to snow.” She says looking over her shoulder at him. 

He swears his heart stops every time she looks at him. There is no other way to put it other than that she’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

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In The Middle

Richie Tozier liked Eddie Kaspbrak. Richie Tozier also liked Stanley Uris. And it just so happens that they liked him too, as well as each other.

Too bad Stan has a girlfriend.

An IT College AU where Stan pretends he’s straight, Richie is way too into the idea of a threesome, and Eddie just wants to survive College unscathed. 

Pairings: Streddie (Richie/Stan/Eddie), Benverly (Bev/Ben) and brotp Hanbrough who try to be each other’s wing men.

Warnings: Explicit language, underage drinking, mild drug use, violence, homophobia, smut, cheating, also lots, and lots of fluff and angst.

Disclaimer: All characters are 19 and over, no minors are included in this story, nor will any NSFW situations include minors. 

Ch1 - Ch2 coming soon

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Wanted (1)

Steve Harrington x Reader, Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: She just wants to be wanted. More specifically, she wants to be wanted by Steve… Until Billy Hargrove weasels his way into her heart.  

Warnings: language, angst, billy’s an ass

Word Count: 1.3k+


Originally posted by joekeerys

She resents Nancy.

She resents her because she can break Steve’s heart without so much of a tear. She resents her because she had another awaiting customer in her line, Jonathan Byers, while her own was covered in cobwebs and dust bunnies.

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