look at him he's so confused and turned on

Batman AU where everything is the same, except Kirk Langstrom doesn’t have the villain ball and experiments with fruit bat DNA instead of vampire bat. So he essentially looks like a ten-foot tall version of this.

He’s the scourge of farmer’s markets and juice bars around Gotham every time he transforms. The Bat-kids fight over who gets to go wrangle him each time, and then they ride him back to the Bat-cave where Bruce works on synthesizing an antidote. Cass and Steph pet him and put bows in his fur. Damian tries to turn him into a battle-bat, but it doesn’t go well and he always just winds up flying away and eating Alfred’s imported pears.

When he’s de-transformed, he’s always very confused and wonders why he always winds up with strange colorful things in his hair.

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“Yoongi,” I whine from his couch in his studio, “when are we going home?”

He turns around and looks at me, “Baby, I don’t know, and don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?,” He tells me, walking to the couch and cupping my cheeks, “we will go home soon, I promise, okay?”

“Okay,” I tell him, and he smiles at me, and he goes to walk back to his desk, I grab his wrist, and he looks at me with a confused expression.

“Can I kiss you?,” I ask, shyly, feeling my face heat up. Despite dating for so long, I still get shy when I ask to kiss.

I saw a slight smile on his face before he answered me, “of course baby,” and with that, his lips were on mine.

Inevitable

An Alpha!Bucky One-Shot

Character Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 5,109 (oops!)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT Smut! A/B/O Dynamics, fingering, sexual penetration, slight(?) impregnation kink, unprotected sex, a NSFW gif, some angst (blink and you miss it), language, dirty talk…

A/N: I make my own rules. 

 You smelt him before you saw him.

Your senses came alive when you saw him walk through the main entrance.

Alpha.

He exuded the title perfectly.

This isn’t the first time you had seen him at the museum but this was the closest you had ever gotten to him. He was at the ticket counter, smiling at Mandy as he presented his membership card. The leather jacket he had on moved like soft butter as he put the card in his wallet before it went back into the side pocket.  

Catching a whiff of his scent in the air, you wanted to melt to the floor. Sandalwood. It was earthy and it warmed your whole body.

You could make out his voice from where you were hiding in the gift shop. It was deep and raspy as he talked to Mandy. He took off his baseball hat and ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. He stuffed the hat into the back pocket of his jeans as he laughed at something Mandy had said.

Damn her. You were jealous.

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Leather Jacket

Note: I had this in my drafts for a while, then Sebastian decides to grace us with his leather jacket?? fucc me. I don’t even write about the leather jacket - it’s a slight mention, lawl. oh and since I’m sick, I don’t feel up to finishing requests. hopefully this ties you guys over! not really sure what it is, just go along with it. gif credit to owner! feedback is always welcome, I love reading your comments!! .c

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, I’M 20 AND WILL NOT BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR WHAT YOU UNDERAGE KIDS DECIDE TO READ. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. 


The heavy sound of boots with chains hanging from the shoelace loops caught your attention behind you. Your ears perked as you listened closely. Great. He’s here. You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw as the sound got closer.

Bucky Barnes was a regular in the local library, just like you were. He was cocky, he rode a black motorcycle, he was way too flirty, and he got on your nerves. He didn’t waste a single second to piss you off and make you equally as flustered at the same time. You hated him. Also, you liked him. You’d never admit that there was any sexual tension between you two. The last thing that man needs is a bigger head. No, not that one. But if you could feel that tension, you knew he could.

“Pornographic books again, Doll?” His breath fanned across your cheek as he leaned down, his arms either side of you, his large hands resting on the table. You scoffed and ignored the shiver that ran down your spine when he not-so-subtly sniffed your hair. 

“A friend recommended this one, Barnes. Now get away, you smell like burnt rubber.” You nudged your elbow against his chest and he chuckled, moving to sit across from you at the table.

Taking off his leather jacket and setting it on the table, he slumped back in his seat, trailing his hand through his hair as he grinned at you.

“Is that so? They wanna get you all hot and bothered with a book? I can do that with my words.” He challenged, his blue eyes boring right into yours. You inhaled deeply - not missing the way his eyes fell to your cleavage in your low-cut top as it rose with your air intake - and ignored him.

Your eyes fell back onto your book that rest on the table. It was silent for a few moments and you actually got lost in the fantasy, subconsciously biting your bottom lip. Your thighs squeezed together and you let your tongue slowly lick your bottom lip before turning the page.

This caught Bucky’s attention. He watched as your eyes skimmed across the pages, the way you slightly squirmed in your seat. Bucky leaned forward and rest his elbows on the table as he smirked at you.

“You’re wet.” Bucky stated lowly, his eyes focused on your lips. Your head shot up and your mouth was agape. Bucky bit his lip this time, seeing as you made the perfect ‘o’ shape. His mind raced with thoughts of what your mouth would feel like against his, and full of his-

“What are you even doing here? Go bother someone else!” You slammed your book closed and sighed heavily, bringing him out of his thoughts. A loud shush came from the little old lady that came around a bookshelf. You gave her an apologetic smile before she rolled her eyes and left the space.

Bucky chuckled and leaned back in his chair again, linking his fingers behind his head. His biceps looked as if they were ready to rip through the material of his shirt. And fuck, if that didn’t do things to you. “Come on, you know I love teasing you, Doll.” He licked his lips and you cursed yourself for feeling your panties get even more wet at the sight of his tongue.

You felt blood rush to your face and you creased your eyebrows. Okay, it’s time he gets a taste of his own medicine. You crossed your arms to purposefully push your breasts together. Bucky’s biceps flexed as his eyes took in the sight of your cleavage once again. That got a reaction you were hoping for.

“Instead of teasing me all the time, why don’t you do something about it?” You countered innocently, tilting your head slightly. You lifted your foot underneath the table and trailed it up along the inside of Bucky’s leg. He let out a harsh breath, letting his eyes travel up to your face. His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

You bit your lip again and raised your eyebrows, looking at him with such innocence, he felt his jeans tighten completely. He sat there completely still and utterly shocked. You let your foot drop back down. Got him

Seeing as he wasn’t going to respond anymore, you picked your book up again, only now you held it up in front of your face and continued to read. If you weren’t in the library right now, you would laugh so hard you’d be crying. The reaction on Bucky’s face was award winning.

After finishing another paragraph, it was finally quiet again. So quiet, that you couldn’t hear Bucky’s heavy breathing anymore. You were able to finish a whole page without any interruptions from him. You were lucky to get through that much before. 

You slowly brought your book down from your face and looked at the empty seat in front of you. Bucky wasn’t there, but his leather jacket was still on the table where he left it.

You turned your head, looking all around you and didn’t spot Bucky anywhere, or rather anyone. Your eyebrows creased with confusion as you looked at his empty seat again. He was just here and you didn’t even hear him leave or see him get up. Where did he even go?

Suddenly, you felt something stubbly - much like a face - sliding in between your legs, slowly moving closer to your soaking panties. A gasp fell from your lips as you felt two hands rest on the outsides of your thighs, gently pulling them apart.

Your chest rose and fell quickly as his fingers dug into your flesh. You knew it was Bucky just by the feel of him smirking and his long hair tickling your skin. His warm breath fanned out across your clothed pussy, and you immediately regretted wearing a skirt today. Actually, you regretted waking up and coming to the library today.

Bucky’s tongue licked a stripe up your panties and you felt his warm breath huff out against you. There’s no fucking way he’s doing this right now. His hands made their way towards the hem of your panties and he slid them down to your ankles, trailing his lips down your inner thigh. He sat still and you knew he was resting a moment to take in the sight of you, spread out and wet.

Your eyes shut as you felt him slide his face between your thighs again. You swallowed harshly and felt his tongue lick another stripe up your pussy, circling around your clit. A moan almost made its way out of your mouth but you bit down on your lip.

Bucky’s mouth closed around your clit and he started to suck, using his tongue to lightly nudge against it. Your hand shot down to grip onto his hair, your fingers tangling into his long locks. This seemed to get him going; he groaned against you, but stopped once he remembered he had to stay quiet.

Your thighs shook around Bucky’s head and you inhaled deeply when you felt his finger circling around your entrance. He gently slid his finger inside of you, curling perfectly to hit your g-spot. A soft whimper fell from your lips and he smirked against you. He shook his head back and forth and pulled you closer with his left hand.

You slapped your other hand over your mouth as felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Bucky inserted a second finger, speedily sliding his fingers in and out of your tight, wet pussy. You tugged on his hair harshly as your eyes momentarily rolled into the back of your head and he pulled his mouth away, planting a kiss to your thigh before attaching his mouth to you again.

His tongue was long and felt so amazing, you were nearly in tears from holding in your moans. Bucky’s fingers nudged your g-spot one last time before you became a quivering mess in your chair. He kept going, pleasuring you through your orgasm as you came on his face.

Your eyes were hooded and your mouth was slightly open but nothing came out as you finished, your hips jerking a little as Bucky licked you clean. You slumped in your chair, breathing heavily, and felt him pull your panties back up. His lips planted a kiss to your clothed, sensitive clit before you felt him move away from you.

Bucky appeared out from under the table with a proud smirk, disheveled hair, and red cheeks. Then he smiled - an actual genuine smile - as he took in your wrecked appearance. He made a show of wiping his chin and sucking his finger and you sat up, feeling your thighs shake a little.

You cleared your throat, avoiding his playful stare. “What-what was that?” You whispered, bravely looking up at Bucky now. He licked his lips and chuckled deeply, running his hand through his hair again.

“I did something about it.”

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Damien doesn’t really know the groundskeeper at Mark’s mansion as he tends to keep to himself. But anytime Damien would stumble upon him as he takes strolls through the garden George will offer him a flower or two, for being the most courteous guest. And everytime, Damien will go up to William and say “Look Will! I’ve got new flowers!”. And every time William will respond with a fond “that’s nice Damien”

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Wilford’s mind is elsewhere, too buzzed with ideas for his show so he almost doesn’t notice the figure trotting up to him. A soft, deep voice says “look Wil! I’ve got new flowes!” And Wilford turns, sees only the dark, slicked back hair, wide, happy brown eyes, and pristine black suit. “That’s nice, Damien”, he says without thinking, and freezes when the words register. Bim looks at him in confusion, brows furrowing, hands lowering his flowers. “Who’s Damien?” he asks. Wilford, for the life of him, can’t answer.

Imagine Jack spilling to you what Dean thinks, and practically feels, of you when he reads his mind.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait.” Dean raised a hand, stopping Jack from drinking his beer “How old do you think you are?” he asked, mouth half full as you and Sam shared a look.

“Uh 3 days, 17 hours and 42 minutes.” Jack replied precisely to the question and seeing the look on Dean’s face almost made you choke on your own drink. It was priceless to say the least. Barely at four days old and the young man had already outsassed the older Winchester, well this was going to be fun. Dean just shook his head and took a sip of his beer, Jack watching closely and doing the same at the exact almost moment.

“So-” Jack cleared his throat, looking at you “You are my aunt, right?”

“Uh well-” you smiled “Was, actually. I’m no longer an angel, I fell and after building a vessel things happened and… there is no angel mojo in me anymore. So I am practically human.”

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Don’t Freak

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Steve Harrington x Reader

Requests are OPEN

PART II | PART III | PART IV | PART V

PART I


“You’re really trying to tell me that Low is David Bowie’s best album to date?” Jonathan nodded, opening the brown paper bag that held his lunch.

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Y/N’s eyes widened, then shoved her lunch tray to the side. She leaned on her elbows, her hands in front of her.

“I could name five other Bowie albums, easily, that blow Low out of the water,” Jonathan took a bite of his sandwich, then motioned to Y/N.

“Go on then,”

Station to Station,” Y/N’s right index finger began to point to the fingers on her left hand to count. “Aladdin Sane, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars -obviously-, Diamond Dogs, and my number one favorite Bowie album of all time,” Jonathan mimed exactly what Y/N was saying with her, “Hunky Dory.” Y/N took a deep breath as she finished, then shoved a french fry in her mouth. “It’s like I don’t even know you sometimes,” She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders jokingly, “But, I mean, Low is still a great album,” That made Jonathan chuckle. A body suddenly appeared on the bench next to Y/N, scaring the life out of her. She had one hand on her mouth and the other over her heart to stop herself from screaming. Y/N turned her head and saw Steve Harrington with a dumb grin on his face.

“Tonight?” He looked at Y/N expectantly.

“What?” Her pupils were still wide from the shock, and the word sounded pretty dumb coming from her.

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His Pet-names For You|T.Holland

Baby cakes:

  • This would be one of his favorites
  • Calling you baby cakes when he wants your attention
  • You’d be reading a book and he’d be staring at you with a pout
  • “Baby cakes come snuggle in cold.”
  • So much whinnying
  • “Baby cakes won’t come give us attention Tessa..”
  • making the give me more hand motions as you walk by
  • Calling you baby cakes when he finally sees you after a long time
  • Finally giving in because he looks so cute and snuggly

Angel:

  • Would be reserved for when you were upset
  • He’d always call you an angel because angels don’t deserve to be upset
  • “Oh angel.”
  • Lots of forehead kisses and tight hugs
  • “Everything will be okay angel, I’m not leaving you.”
  • “Oh sweet angel of mine.”
  • Soft kisses to you lips as he softly whispered ‘my angel’ between kisses

DARLIN’:

  • Would be an everyday thing
  • He’d never call you by your actual name
  • “Darlin’ you ready?”
  • Always waking up to soft kisses and a ‘good morning DARLin’”
  • “Darlin’ have you seen my shoes”
  • Him loving how your cheeks would turn the loveliest shade of scarlet when he called you darlin’ in public
  • He’d simply calling you darlin’ because you were in deed his darlin’ and he loved you to pieces

FLOR:

  • Is what he called you when he wanted you to feel special
  • “You’re my FlOr..”
  • You looking at him confused making him have to explain
  • “Flor means flower in Portuguese and I wanted to call you something unique because you are so special.”
  • Secretly loving this pet name the most because it wasn’t used often so when he did call you Flor you’d be a stuttering mess
  • “Flor you ready to you.”
  • “Bloody hell Flor, you look breathe taken.”

Peaches:

  • This nickname came about after you got your wisdom tooth removed
  • Your cheeks were all swollen and his heart was swelling up at the sight of you
  • “Oh peaches!”
  • “Harrison, peaches needs me!”
  • Having to fly home to take care of peaches
  • This becoming your nickname for whenever you got sick
  • “My peaches is sick, I need to go tend to her every need.”

SuNShINE:

  • Would be your nickname when talking to others about you
  • “My sunshine is coming to see me!”
  • “Who the fuck is sunshine?!”
  • “It’s y/n..”
  •  Screaming out SuNShINE when he sees you walk on set
  •  Running up to you and spinning you around before pressing a soft kiss to your lips
  •  Screaming around saying that sunshine is here to see him
  • Explain to everyone why you’re his sunshine
  • “Simply my sky’s are always grey when she’s away cause she’s my sunshine.”

BAbyGIrl:

  • Would be reserved for bedroom actives
  • “Fuck Baby girl right there”
  • Knowing he wanted some sexy time when he would hum out “Baby girl come here..”
  • Calling you baby girl softly when out just wanting to get you alone
  • Whispering dirty things in your ear
  • Cause BAbyGIrl did things to him
  • BUT LIKE WHERE DO I GET MYSELF A TOM
nochu unsolved (m)

Pairing:  Jungkook x Reader
Genre: boyfriend!jungkook , smut, comedy, fluff
Warnings: thigh riding, dry humping, panty fetish, creampie, graveyard sex, mention of past emo Jungkook lmao
Word Count:  8k+
Summary:  cryptid hunting with your boyfriend doesn’t go quite as planned…

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Mixtapes (Richie/Eddie)

Summary: Both Richie and Eddie are very fond of each other and often tease each other affectionately, especially Richie to Eddie. So Bill and Stan both play cupid, which results in swapping mixtapes for eachother.

Warning(s): Bad language, 13 year olds kissing (don’t read if you think its fucking weird?? bc its not), if you think this is me sexualising these cuties-don’t bother

Richie’s Mixtape to Eddie

Eddie’s Mixtape to Richie

A/N: Look at my children in love, PLEASE I highly recc listening to either of the mixtapes that are linked above^^? They are both very 70/80′s. btw I do requests? If anyone wants to hit me up an x reader or a ship in IT 2017 (or IT in general) I’ll be glad to do so?? don’t be shy

“Awe, Eds. Look at you.” Richie cooed teasingly, pinching Eddie’s slowly flushing cheek.

Eddie quickly began swatting at Richie’s hand, his eyebrows furrowed heavily and a frown on his lips, “Don’t touch me with your rotten hands, asshole!”

Richie ignored his protests and flinched away from his swats, moving his hand to now over his shoulders and pulling the smaller boys frame into his own side, a grin on his lips.  “You’re such a cutie, Eds.”

“No, No I’m fucking-”

“Both of you, shut up.” Stanley grumbles after rolling his eyes several times at the two.

Richie snapped his eyes at Stan, glaring through his coke bottle glasses, which only enhanced his eye size even more. He held Eddie closer, even with Eddie’s flushed cheeks he still squirmed lightly.

Stan sighs in relief and folds his arms as the group goes back to its usual discussion about the new random comic book of the week. Eddie couldn’t help but allow his heart to beat faster at Richie’s touch against his form, making him feel protected in his stronger grip. He couldn’t help but zone out as Richie begun to bicker that his comic book that he found was better than Stan’s.

Bill tilted his head, analysing Eddie as his eyes would flicker all over the place with his mouth gaping before closing every now and then and gulping. He knew that how he was acting wasn’t the norm for Eddie whenever Richie was like this, something was different. Not to mention that he had stopped struggling against Richie who wasn’t even holding Eddie tightly or forcing him in place.

Bill smiled a bit, as something clicked inside of his head- a plan. But he was going to need Stanley to help out.


That night, on the way home from their adventurous summer day- Bill was walking Eddie home as Stanley had taken Richie to a different route. Bill hummed a tune as he walked alongside his friend, grinning as he turned to look at him.

“So…”

Eddie looked at Bill, tilting his head, “So?”

“So, y-..you and Richie?”

“Yeah?” Eddie was confused, almost disgust in his voice- but Bill could see past the faux disgust.

“I saw how you were t-today, Eddie. Y-you were blushing.”

This again, only caused Eddie to heat up as his form became a flustered mess and he glared at Bill. “You would blush too if someone touched your arm!”

“N-no, I’d only b-blush if Bev touched my arm there.” Bill pointed out, “but in this instance, you blushed when Richie had his arm around you- as well when he pinched your cheek and called you a ‘cutie’, it’s quite obvious.”

Eddie snapped his head away, patting his fanny pack for reassurance for himself. “Whats your point?”

“My point? M=my point is that he’s flirting with you; y-you like him.”

“I don’t like him! And he isn’t flirting with me! He acts like that with everyone-”

Bill cuts Eddie off quickly, “E-Eddie, do you see him pinching any of our cheeks and calling us a ‘cutie’? He doesn’t put his arms a-around us or any of the shit he does for you, not to mention he calls you E-Eds and doesn’t have a nickname for any of us.”

“Okay Bill-”

“N-n..not to mention, he carries an extra i-inhaler around just incase you lose yours.”

Thats when Eddie’s breath hitches, feeling butterflies go crazy in his abdomen, adoration swirling and tugging at his heart strings. He could practically hear his heart in his ears loud and clear.

“He… he does?” Eddie whispers, his voice quivering a bit.

“Yeah, even though he knows that you don’t even need it anymore, because you know, gazebos and your Mom making your illness up and shit but- yeah.” Bill smiles, watching how the young boy was falling more and more in love.

Eddie then quickly holds his wrist, feeling his pulse; resulting his fingertips quivering from feelings how his heart was beating with happiness.

“Oh… I-I never knew that. He’s never told me…”

“That’s b-because you’ve never needed it, but he always has.”

Eddie bites his lip, “What a fucking, what- he’s a fucking dick.” Eddie protests, blushing bright as ever.

“Sure he is,” Bill chuckled, “But l-look, I wanna help you. I know when someone is in love when I see it.”

“How?” Eddie asked, neither denying his feelings or admitting.

“Well.. It i-involves music.”


Meanwhile, Stanley was grumbling to himself in annoyance and cursing Bill’s name for getting him into this situation with Richie Tozier. He didn’t want to do this, but Bill had promised to give him some candy as a reward if it goes well.

“So, Richie. I’m gonna make this quick as possible so I can just go home.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Richie asked with pure confusion, a single eyebrow furrowing and one raising.

“You like Eddie, Eddie likes you.” Stan started, his face full of boredom, “Can you just hurry up and tell him?”

Richie was shocked by his friend’s words at first, before smirking. “Hell yeah I like him, I tell him all the time.”

“I mean genuinely, you asshole.” Stan sighed, “Not as a joke or some shit, literally confess your fucking feelings to him or something.”

Richie rolls his eyes, not being fazed by the situation, “What makes you think I like him seriously? I’m not fucking gay-”

“It’s pretty fucking clear you like girls, after you telling us for the full day about the first time you ‘tickled your pickle’ to a random magazine that had huge boobs all over it. But you like guys too, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Stan spoke with a monotone voice, managing to not let any voice cracks slip.

Richie scoffed, “I don’t like him, he’s a friend and I like to tease him.”

“You tease him by calling him ‘cute’ and you give him a nickname, you don’t do it to anyone else. You like him, just admit it- no one is judging you.” 

Richie frowned, huffing a bit and rolling his eyes. “Well, what if I did? Whats your point and where are you going with this?”

Stan smirked, patting Richie’s back forcefully, causing him to stumble forward.

“What’s your taste in music like?”


The next day, both Richie and Eddie were walking to school together in perfect unison, both of them holding a tape in their pocket that held a variety of songs that the one had imagined for the other.

Richie gulped, for once actually nervous around Eddie. What would Eddie think of him? It was a fucking mixtape, it was Richie’s music taste. Would he even like it? Would he-

“Richie, here. I want you to have this.” Eddie cut off Richie’s thoughts, holding up a tape alike to Richie’s.

Richie blinked twice, stopping in his steps. The tape was all black and what seemed to be painted on with nail polish ‘Sucks to Suck’ on top of the tape. 

“I-it’s a mixtape.” Eddie mumbled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he felt flustered.

Richie stayed silent, slowly taking the tape, analysing it with soft eyes before looking up with confusion. He turned over the  mix tape to see ‘to Richie’ painted with the same shade of white but in smaller writing.

“You made one too?” He spoke quietly, his head tilted to the side which caused his dark brown hair to tilt too.

“What?”

“Look…” Richie dug into his pocket and pulled out his own black tape which had a sticker on it, saying ‘Gimmie head til’ I’m dead!’ on it, with writing scribbled onto the back saying ‘to Eds’ with a cheeky smiley face, “I made one too, here.” He handed it over.

Eddie’s eyes widened, blushing a bit as he took it from the glasses wearing boy and read over it- mentally scoffing at the sticker but he was in awe of the idea that both of them had somehow made a mixtape for the other.

“You too?” Eddie whispered in shock.

“Well, yeah- but it wasn’t my idea.”

“It wasn’t mine either.” 

Richie quickly smirked, rolling his eyes, “They fucking set us up.”

“Who? Bill? Because it was Bill’s idea for me-” Eddie began to ramble on.

“It was Stan’s idea for me.”

Eddie then stopped, sighing with a grin- poking his tongue in his cheek. “Fuck, that makes sense.”

Both look at each other with grins slowly spreading over their chapped lips, soon the two boys were in a fit of giggles due to the realisation of the sweet situation. Both never taking eyes off one another, blushes spreading to their ears and down their necks.

“I, I guess I’ll listen to this tonight?” Richie’s voice broke, still calming down from his fit of giggles.

“Yeah, me too… I-i uh, I picked out the songs carefully and put them in order a certain way, so..” Eddie trailed off, becoming a little ashamed incase Richie would tease him for his effort.

But Richie only felt love swell inside of him at those words, he grabbed Eddie’s hand with his free one and leant forward, bending down slightly, whilst pressing their lips together for the first time. Eddie’s eyes widened in shock, before melting and wrapping his free arm around Richie’s neck with the mixtape in his firm grip. Both merged together in sync and harmony, with their lips swelling and becoming saturated in colour. Richie wrapped his other arm around Eddie’s waist and too held his mix tape tightly as they both kissed in the middle of the street, hand in hand, with no shame at all.


Eddie sat down at his desk, placing his headphones over his head, pressing play as quickly the flood of Richie vibes swirled into his eardrums. Finally, after many aching hours at school he had time to listen to this mixtape.

I don’t want to know your name

Cause’ you don’t look the same

The way you did before

Okay, you think you got a pretty face

But the rest of you is out of place

You looked alright before…

Eddie chuckled at the familiar song, it often played in arcades that the Losers club all went too. It went under the title ‘Fox on the Run’ and it was by ‘The Sweets’.

Fox on the run!

You scream and everybody comes a running!

Take a run and hide yourself away…

Foxy on the run!

F-foxy!

Fox on the run…

And hide away!

Eddie listened to every song intensely, capturing the vibe of Richie Tozier perfectly. He had even picked out songs that they both loved and favoured. Eddie really adored Richie’s music taste and everything about it, it perfectly described him as a person and he loved that.

Soon, the last song came on. By the instrumental, Eddie recognised it to be ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love With You’ by Elvis Presley. HIs heart hammered quickly.

Wise men say,

Only fools rush in

But I, cant help, falling in love with you…

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin?

If I can’t help, falling in love with you…

Eddie’s breath hitched in his throat, feeling his pulse echo throughout his system. This was not part of Richie’s vibe at all, but part of Eddie’s. Eddie loved Elvis Presley whilst Richie wasn’t a big fan of him. 

But this song was magical and made for someone special, so Eddie was shocked and swooned. Very much so captivated.

Eddie Kaspbrak was falling in love with Richie Tozier.


Later that night, Richie laid down in bed with his cheap headphones, before plugging them into the mixtape and pressing the button to get the songs going.

The first song started; it was of course one of Richie’s favoured artists as well as Eddie’s. From what he knew, this was one of Eddie’s favourite songs from David Bowie, it was called Heroes and it was a truly beautiful song.

I, I will be king.

And you, you will be queen.

Though nothing, will drive them away

We can beat them, just for one day.

Oh we can be heroes!

Just for one day.

And you, you can be mean.

And I, I drink all the time.

Because we’re lovers, and that is a fact.

Yes we’re lovers, and that is that.

Though nothing, will keep us together

We could steal time, just for one day.

We could be heroes, forever and ever.

What’d you say?

Richie felt his heart pump faster and swell as the mixtape carried on, each song having Eddie’s vibe to it. But Richie could tell that they matched him in a way that made Eddie pick it for him to listen to. Everything was intentional.

After a good 50 minutes, the final song was starting to play. Yet Richie wasn’t prepared for what he was about to hear.

Hey Jude…

Don’t make it bad,

Take a sad song, then make it better.

Remember, to let her into your heart.

Then you can start to make it better.

Richie’s eyes widened as his thoughts wandered back to Eddie’s simple words. ‘I picked out the songs carefully and put them in order a certain way.’ This meant that Eddie had intentionally wanted Richie to hear this song last.

Hey Jude…

Don’t be afraid.

You were made to go out and get her.

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better.

Richie felt the tears prick at his waterline as this was the first time of him being emotional at a song. Eddie was the only person that knew about Richie’s home life, how he was neglected by his parents constantly and was alone. He knew that the reason why Richie was so loud and out there was because he didn’t receive the attention he deserved at home, so he wanted it from friends. He wanted to make people laugh, Eddie knew this.

Eddie’s key words lingered in his brain, as it stuck out to him that this single song revealed that Eddie’s whole mixtape was set up in a way to help Richie throughout dark times or whenever he felt alone, so he could remember that Eddie had cared enough to set up this mixtape in perfect order to make Richie stronger in that given moment.

And anytime you feel the pain,

Hey Jude, refrain

Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders.

For well you know that it’s a fool,

Who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder.

Richie’s tears finally fell, making him take his glasses off to refrain any of the tears staining the lenses. Eddie had purposely picked this song as if to say that Richie was in fact his Jude, he wanted Richie to get better and hopefully have a better mindset besides his life at home.

Nah, nah nah, nah nah, nah nah, nah nah…

His breaths shook, as he held the mixtape to his chest with the headphones still placed perfectly on his head. He was thankful to have someone like Eddie who would even bother to do this, as something as simple as this with so much thought put into it only made him fall in love with the small boy even more.

It’s something he was planning on saying all night but had been trying to hold in simultaneously. Now he says it, like breeze.

“Stay here tonight.”

Castiel turns around and looks at him. Dean thought he’d never see him again, but he’s back. Alive and real and Cas. Dean feels like he’s been constantly out of breath ever since Cas returned that morning, suddenly on the doorstep of Dean’s motel room.

Dean can’t quite seem to settle, unable to keep his eyes from Castiel. One moment, and he could fade.

“Why?” Castiel asks, curious more so than confused.

“Because,” Dean manages, “…because you’ve been gone, alright? You were dead, and we…. I thought we would never see you again. And I-” Dean’s voice falters. He walks over to Castiel and stands in front of him, his eyes gliding over his face. Every inch of him is real, solid, not like the dreams he’d been having. 

Sam and Dean had been getting separate rooms ever since Dean was awake for hours every night and just paced around the room aimlessly. When Dean slept, he’d been having dreams of Castiel being alive and he’d wake up and realize it wasn’t real. He’d rather not sleep than go through that every single night. But this, he wasn’t going to let this be a dream as well.

“Take off your coat, come on.” When Cas just frowns again, Dean does it himself. He slides the beige coat from Castiel’s shoulders and drapes it over the back of a chair.

“Dean, I’m fine with sleeping in the other motel room.”

“I’m not.” Dean rasps. “Please, Cas, don’t go.” Having Castiel around is worth sharing his emotions for. “Not again.”

Cas looks down. He looks different without his trench coat, more human. Maybe he is, in fact, a little more human. Castiel said he isn’t sure, and it’s how he’s been acting all day. Insecure. Dean can feel it whenever he looks at him, and that’s also what scares him.

“I’m sorry.” Castiel looks up to him. “I tried so hard, Dean, I tried so hard to live. For you, for Sam. I tried to stay with you and I failed.  I didn’t come back with a win for you.”

“Cas-” Dean grabs his shoulder, solid and real and warm. He looks in Castiel’s blue eyes and realizes how much he’d actually missed him. “Listen.” He begins unsteadily. “You coming back is a win for us, you hear me? You being here is enough.” Dean’s hand slides from Cas’ shoulder. “It’s all I wanted. And that’s why I want you to stay here tonight.”

“I don’t think I’m following.”

“Come on, Cas! What if you leave tonight and I come into your room tomorrow and you’re gone? What if something happens and you- you are gone for good? What if you die? What if- what if I can’t…” Dean curls his fingers into a fist. “What if I can’t let you go again?”

There’s something in Castiel’s eyes that change. It’s surprise, mostly, surprise and confusion and something Dean only recognizes from very few people in his life.

“The last thing I want is to leave another time,” Cas says. “And I- I understand now.”

Dean nods, suddenly empty where words should be, and swallows.

“Then stay. Come on, bed’s big enough.”

As Dean undresses in the darkness, with Castiel on the other side of the bed, Castiel suddenly speaks.

“Dean?”

Dean turns around, with his shirt almost off but still hanging on his neck and arm. He can’t see Cas’ face, but he can hear his breathing.   

“Yeah?”

“I love you, too.”

Ballerina!Eddie meets Richie Tozier Headcanon

- Richie legitimately laughed his ass off when he found out Stan did ballet

- It was around 5:37 when Bill said he had to go pick up Stan

- At first Richie assumed that it was from a bird watching club meeting

- He didn’t really want to go back to his dorm because he had nothing to do plus Mike was out so it was empty

- Bill offered him to come along and he said yes

- The drive wasn’t too far from campus so he definitely knew it wasn’t an emergency bird watch meeting. They pulled up in front of a dance studio

- ‘A dance studio? Stan the Man actually dances?’

- ‘S-s-shut up Richie.’

- Richie could hear soft music as they walked down the halls of the building

- When they stepped into a room, richie couldn’t help but die from laughter

- Stan ‘The Man’ Uris was standing across the room wearing tights and a t-shirt

- As Stan approached the two of them he rolled his eyes knowing he’d get shit from Richie. He greeted Bill with a kiss and ignored Richie

- Richie stayed kinda quiet at first, still snickering to himself while he looked around the room

- The first words to come out of his mouth a few seconds later were ‘And here I thought you couldn’t get any more –‘

- He kinda trailed off when something caught his eye

- Across the room to the left was a boy. A pretty boy in fact

- He had his leg lifted in what Stan would later tell him was a ‘leg extension’

- ‘– gay…’

- The short boy across the room was talking to two girls

- One a red head that Richie knew to be Beverly Marsh and a brunette that Richie knew as Beverley’s roommate, Olivia whatshername

- When the boy put his leg back down and slid into a split Richie practically passed out

- This boy was tiny, flexible, and seemed so fucking cute already

- He couldn’t stop staring

- Stan nudged Bill when he saw drool start coming out of Richie’s mouth

- ‘St-stop staring at E-eddie, Rich’

- ‘Staring? What? I’m not staring, I’m admiring the view’

- On Eddie’s side of the room Liv and Bev were laughing

- ‘Don’t look now Eddie but it seems like you have an admirer’

- ‘Liv what the hell are you talking about?’

- Eddie tried to look behind him but got a smack to the head from Bev

- ‘She just said not to look oh my God’

- So he didn’t look but he wanted to

- Turns out he didn’t have to wait for long

- Richie practically dragged Stan over pestering him into introducing the two

- Eddie was confused but the looks he got from his two friends said it all

- The boy in front of Eddie had glasses that were taped with black electrical tape in the middle

- His hair was a mess, he had so many freckles and his glasses were huge

- The boy in front of Richie was short

- Of course that was the first thing he noticed

- He also noticed that he had freckles dusting his cheeks and nose

- His eyes were brown almost like his fluffy looking hair

- He glanced at Stan to say something and when he didn’t, he shoved his elbow into Stan’s side. Which in return, he got one from Stan and a sigh

- ‘Bev, Liv, Eddie meet Richie. Richie meet Bev, Liv and Eddie’

- Richie waved to the girls he already knew

- He stuck out his hand to Eddie with a smile

- Eddie of course was hesitant, this was a stranger…who knew where his hands had been!

- He timidly shook Richie’s hand though

- It was a surprise that the two got to talking quickly

- Richie seemed to ask Eddie questions that were basically challenges in his eyes

- ‘I bet you can’t lift your leg OVER your head’

- He almost tripped over himself when Eddie did it. And he almost died when he tried to do it

- The two exchanged numbers when Eddie had to leave as Bev’s boyfriend Ben showed up (he was Eddie’s ride)

- ‘I’ll text you soon Eds!’

- ‘Never call me that ever again’

- From then on Richie started showing up at or after practices on Mondays and Fridays

- He claimed it was to make fun of how ridiculously gay Stan looked

- But Stan called him ridiculously gay whenever he caught Richie staring at Eddie

- Which was like all the time

- Richie started showing up to recitals too

- He sat next to Ben Hanscom who came to support his girlfriend

- Surprisingly, he actually enjoyed watching everyone dance

- Eddie was constantly teased over the fact that Richie came to practically every practice and recital

- His face was always red from his friends’ pestering

- Richie always had flowers with him for each recital. He’d give Eddie a bouquet of flowers that Eddie wasn’t allergic too

- And that was tough shit to find

- ‘You did great up there Eddie Spaghetti! And you did okay Stan’

- He’d give Stan and the girls a flower every once in a while to be try and be nice

- One thing Richie liked about Ben was that Ben could listen to his gay ranting over Eddie

- Mainly because he was the same about Bev

- Mike eventually went to a recital too. He wanted to see if this ‘Eddie’ person was as good as Richie made him out to be

- Long story short, he was

- The whole group was great, not a surprise

- Mike made quick friendships with everyone because he was so nice and actually interested in what they did

- He and Ben became pretty close since they’re history nerds and Ben could tell him about the history of Ballet

- It’s completely obvious that Eddie and Richie like each other

- There’s an ongoing bet about who will make the first move

- Bill started it with Liv, Liv said Eddie but Bill said Richie

- Stan said Eddie because, ‘Richie’s too much an idiot to do something right’

- Bev said Richie and got Mike & Ben to join in too because why not. Literally everyone except Stan and Liv said Richie would

- Eddie had been practicing so hard for a month straight on the one move he had to do during that dance

- He was completely dedicated but so worried he couldn’t do it

- He practiced for what seemed for ever. He got encouragement from everyone though

- Richie would take him to the studio on weekends for extra practices

- He’d sit to the side and just watch how graceful his crush friend was

- The night of the recital, Richie sat in the front row watching. The other Losers, who weren’t dancing, sat next to him supporting

- Eddie nailed the move he was worried over

- The Losers cheered for him because ‘HELL YEAH THAT’S MY FRIEND UP THERE’

- Richie cheered the loudest duh

- When the recital was over, Bill gave Stan a kiss, Ben held Beverly close and sweetly

- Liv stood alone because she’s a loser. Mike talked with everyone while Richie stood with Eddie

- Richie gave Eddie his flowers and congratulated him

- ‘See? There was nothing to worry about, you did great Eds’

- Eddie didn’t acknowledge the nickname he loved hated

- He took the flowers with a smile and took Richie by surprise when he raised up on his toes for a kiss

- It was a little awkward as Richie wasn’t expecting it, but it was cute at the same time

- Of course you had their friends in the background shouting

- ‘I told you bitches that he’d do it now pay me my fucking money’

- ‘Shut up Liv, but I want my money too guys’

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Dustin misses part of history class and needs to copy some notes and Will being the amazing friend he is hands over his notebook without a thought. Its only a few minutes later, Dustin is long gone and Will freezes, flashing back to the entire page of Mike's names covered in hearts and doodles of them kissing and holding hands and little Byers charges through the halls like a bull and practically tackles Dustin, the poor boys books sliding across the hall Dusting is cursing.

skfks OKAY I LOVED THIS SO MUCH I ACCIDENTALLY WROTE 1.9K WORDS ABOUT IT SORRY

Will doesn’t even think twice about handing over his notebook to Dustin when he asks. He’d missed the first thirty minutes of history class that morning for a dentist appointment, and he’s been waiting until the lunch hour to be able to borrow Will’s notes on westward expansion.

“You could have borrowed my notes,” Mike points out from where he’s sitting beside Will on the creaky bench of the cafeteria table.

Dustin makes a scoffing noise and raises his eyebrows skeptically.

“Mike, I’ve seen your chicken scratch. Will’s notes are like, fifty million times better than yours. He color codes them.”

Mike scrunches up his nose in distaste.

“My notes aren’t chicken scratch,” he protests half-heartedly, but he doesn’t bother disputing the fact that Will’s are objectively better. He knows he has no argument there.

“Anyway,” Dustin brushes Mike’s words off with a dismissive hand wave. “Thanks for this, Will. I owe you one.”

He places Will’s notebook carefully atop his own stack of books as Will shrugs easily and gives Dustin a small smile.

“No problem. But I definitely need it back before the end of the day. I’m sure Mrs. Hill is going to give us a pop quiz on all that stuff tomorrow.”

Dustin nods and finishes the sandwich he’s got in front of him in two huge bites, standing up from the bench before he’s even swallowed the last of it.

“I’m gonna go -,” he starts, but from across the table, Lucas cuts him off with an annoyed look.

“Stop talking with your mouth full!” he says, eyes narrowed and upper lip curled in disgust.

Will stifles a laugh as Dustin sticks his tongue out in Lucas’s direction - half-chewed sandwich and all - until Lucas throws a grape at him and tells him he’s revolting. Dustin just smiles with smug satisfaction and slowly, deliberately chews his last bite of food before opening his mouth to speak again.

“As I was saying,” he pauses to give a deliberate look in Lucas’s direction before turning back toward Will. “I’m gonna go to the library and copy down your notes now so you can have this baby back by the end of the day.”

He pats Will’s notebook like it’s some kind of precious goldmine and Will laughs.

“All right, Dustin. See you next period.”

All the boys say their goodbyes as Dustin gathers his books in his arms and makes his way out of the lunchroom. In the back of Will’s mind, something vague is picking at him - a persistent, nagging feeling that he’s forgotten something, but after briefly thinking on it, he still can’t figure out what.

He shrugs it off, distracted by the squeak-squish of tennis shoes on the scuffed linoleum and the snippets of too-loud conversations overlapping one another and echoing off the bare walls of the cafeteria. Across the table, Lucas is complaining about something Erica did last night and Will tunes himself into the story instead, laughing as Lucas regales them with the tale of his ridiculous little sister.

It’s not until a moment later - when Mike’s arm presses against his own in an accidental move (though he makes no motion to correct it), and Will’s heart does the same embarrassing, familiar fluttering dance in his chest that it always does when he’s near Mike, a pink flush creeping up over the tips of his ears - that Will remembers exactly what it is that he’s forgotten with sudden, sickening panic.

“Oh no.”

He doesn’t mean to speak the words out loud but they come out anyway, quiet and panicked, because he’s just made the kind of mistake that fills the pit of his stomach with a deep sense of horrifying dread: Will Byers has just handed Dustin a veritable confession of every feeling he’s ever had for Mike Wheeler, all conveniently placed in one spiral-bound notebook whose front page is filled with sketches and doodles and drawings composed secretly in crisp black ink.

And these are decidedly not the artistic endeavors that Will cares to share with his friends. No, these are furtive little pieces of his stupid, traitorous heart that his hand has spilled across the neat blue lines of college-ruled paper - drawings of Mike’s face with bubbly hearts all around it, doodles of Mike holding his hand, and, perhaps most embarrassingly, one tiny heart at the bottom of the page with the words Will Wheeler written in neat cursive inside it.

“Oh no,” Will repeats, louder this time, and Mike’s head immediately snaps up from where he’s poking at the food on his tray. Lucas also looks over at him curiously, eyebrows raised just the slightest.

They both ask, “what’s wrong?” in twin voices of concern, but Will’s already mumbled out some half-sentence about needing to go, hopping up from the table before they can question him again. Will rushes carelessly toward the cafeteria doors, running as fast as he can manage through the maze of tables and idling students around him.

In his periphery he can see Lucas and Mike clambering hurriedly up from the table as well, but Will keeps his eyes ahead.

“Mr. Byers, what do you think you’re -,”

A teacher tries to stop him with a hand on his shoulder but Will only moves faster, slipping easily out of her grip.

“Sorry,” he manages to blurt out as he rushes away from her.

He’ll be concerned about the ramifications of that later. Right now the only thing he can focus on is finding Dustin before he opens that stupid notebook. He hopes he hasn’t already made it to the library and looked at the damned thing. Will’s face burns hot with humiliation just thinking about it.

As he turns down the hall toward the library, his heart lifts as he spots Dustin just outside the library doors, Will’s notebook still balanced - unopened - in his arms.

“Dustin!” he calls out, voice echoing off the lockers lining the walls.

Dustin turns and looks up, surprised as Will comes barreling down the hallway toward him. Will realizes the second before it happens that he’s not going to be able to stop himself in time, the tread on his shoes wearing low, slip-sliding against the recently polished floor. He tries to slow himself down but his momentum propels him forward beyond his control.

“Dude, what -?”

The rest of Dustin’s sentence is stopped short as Will yells out, “I’m so sorry!” before he crashes directly, painfully, into him and both of them go tumbling to the floor in a tangled heap.

Dustin’s books slide haphazardly in every direction, spreading throughout the hallway. When he’s able to get his bearings enough to try to sit upright, Will thinks he’s definitely split his lip on the zipper of Dustin’s jacket, the tang of blood sitting sharp on his tongue as he slowly sits up.

“Jesus, Will!” Dustin groans out, disentangling their legs with a wince. “What was that all about?”

Before Will can find the words to respond, Lucas and Mike come rushing up behind them.

“Will!” Mike calls out, leaning down to place an arm around Will’s shoulders as he helps him up from the floor with careful, warm hands.

“Are you okay?”

He holds Will at arm’s length and looks him over for any visible injuries. His brow furrows harshly when he spots Will’s bleeding lip and he reaches out to press his thumb against it, gently wiping the blood away.

Will pulls back like he’s been burned, ducking his head as his heart does its best to climb out from behind the cage of his ribs.

“Mike, I’m fine,” he says.

From the floor, Dustin makes a grumpy noise in the back of his throat.

“Gee, I wonder if anyone’s going to ask how I’m doing, seeing how I was the one who was viciously attacked by the world’s smallest human battering ram over here.”

Will goes red as Lucas sighs long-sufferingly and says, “get up, you’re fine.”

Dustin makes a face in Lucas’s direction as Will extends his hand to help him up off the ground. He stutters out an apology in the process and he’s fairly certain Dustin tells him it’s okay, but Will is more than slightly distracted by the fact that he hasn’t been able to spot where the notebook went during their collision. He starts surveying the area around where they fell, hoping to find the thing so he can grab it and go already. He’s just about to check beneath the trophy display case across the hall when he’s hears Mike say, “Dustin, I got your - oh.”

Will turns quickly, something about the way Mike’s voice has gone strangely soft and confused setting off a fresh swell of panic in his chest. Across from him, Mike is standing with a couple of Dustin’s books in his hands. And right at the top of the stack, teetering just slightly off balance, is Will’s notebook looking slightly smashed, a little bent at the corners, and - opened to the very first page.

If it weren’t for the fact that his breath has gone too ragged and heavy to ignore, Will would swear his heart has stopped beating entirely in his chest. Mike catches Will’s eye without meaning to, face going pink beneath the smattering of freckles over his cheeks, and any hope Will has that Mike miraculously hasn’t seen the contents of that page flies right out the window.

He can feel the hot pricking of tears at the corners of his eyes as he marches forward to snatch the notebook from the top of the pile, immediately closing it with too much force. He can’t bring himself to look at Mike’s face as he does it, keeping his head down until he turns back around and begins the return trip to the lunch room.

“What the hell?” Dustin calls out and Will doesn’t bother to look back at his friends.

“I need it back,” is all he says, voice coming out hard and tinged with just a bit of sorrow.

Dustin’s protests are quickly quieted by Lucas telling him he can just borrow his notes instead, and they let Will walk away without stopping him again.

It takes all of Will’s effort to ignore the crushing wave of humiliation that’s seized his body, especially when Mike wanders into their fifth period class and sits down right next to Will like he always does, like nothing’s different. Will can tell that Mike is looking at him, is probably waiting for Will to look his way so he can make sad, soft eyes at him and tell Will in the nicest possible way that pining after him is pathetic because he’ll never feel the same. In Will’s mind, there’s no good way for this situation to end, so he keeps his head turned the other direction, watching as students file in and fill up their seats.

A moment later, just before the bell rings to signify the start of their geometry lesson, Mike leans over toward Will’s desk with a pencil in hand, working quickly to scribble something in the corner of Will’s notebook before Will can ask what’s happening or tell him to stop.

When he looks down at the page in front of him, Will sees a messy, slightly crooked heart sitting just in the top margin of the paper, Will’s name scrawled sloppily in the very middle of it. His breath stops in his throat, like suddenly his rib cage is pressed too tightly around his lungs.

Will spends the entire lesson distracted by the drawing at the top of the page, reaching up to touch it with disbelieving fingers, his pulse singing through his veins and something pleasant unfolding itself in his chest as he traces the lines until they’ve smudged against the skin of his fingers and marked him with their meaning.

Don’t Freak V

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Steve Harrington x Reader

PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV

PART V

AN: I AM COMPLETE TRASH. NO SURPRISE THERE.


Jonathan sat like stone, emotion vacant from his face while Y/N paced the living room.

Please say something,” She begged. Jonathan shrugged.

“I don’t know what to say,” Y/N sighed and nodded. A few moments passed before Y/N spoke again.

“He came by today,”

“What did he say?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t let him in,” Jonathan took a good look at her face, then laughed. “He tried talking to me through the mail slot in the door,” This had Jonathan full belly laughing. “Why are you laughing?” He had a grin on his face and shook his head in disbelief.

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regularghostly  asked:

Okay I know the popular scenario is "embarrassed mutual pining" (and trust me I love that) but what about this: soon after lance realizes his feelings for Keith he just fully embraces them and starts flirting with Keith almost 24/7 the way he does with random alien chick only more specific/flattering? And Keith's like "what did my gay ass do to deserve this" not knowing Lance is actually fully serious. Then Lance finally stops playing games and just asks him out and Keith's like U WERE SERIOUS?

NSDJFKHJGDNKSFHBKSMFJNGH HOW ABOUT THIS:


The time Lance realized that he was undeniably attracted to boys was directly correlated to Keith. It was weird because he could have sworn that he didn’t like Keith - that dense, unwillingly condescending and hotheaded idiot - until. Well. Until they were out after a mission mingling with the locals and Keith was just standing there, a drink in his hand, smiling softly while he talked to a young alien girl. 

It was a huge thing. Lance’s breath caught, his heart skipped a beat and all the blood in his body rushed to his cheeks. Keith hadn’t even done anything special, he really just stood there, a soft and attentive look on his stupidly perfect face while the sun drew patterns on his mullet. It should have been an everyday thing except it wasn’t because Lance really could count on one hand all the incidences where he wouldn’t have changed a thing about Keith (including his awful hairstyle).

So back then Lance did the most sensible thing he could have done: down his drink, cough like mad because wrong pipe and hightail the quiznak out of this situation before it could go completely wrong.

Also, a private freakout that lasted for like five minutes. And maybe some stress eating and extra face care but honestly, that wasn’t a bad thing. He was a paladin of Voltron, they were fighting pretty much 24/7, he was allowed to eat more of Hunk’s cookies if he wanted to. And his face certainly wouldn’t complain about testing out new products to help it stay smooth and soft.

Honestly, Lance thought he had handled it pretty well. No excessive drama and no insults hurled Keith’s way. He’d like to think that he matured through his time as a defender of the universe and could now totally deal with being attracted to boys and Keith. No problemo for Loverboy Lance. 

Except, of course, it was Keith. How did one woo Keith? He was pretty sure that Keith was gay, that wasn’t the problem, the problem was that Keith was dense as quiznak. 

Luckily, the response had been right in front of his eyes: Keith might have been dense but Keith has also spent nearly 2 years with him in space and knew what Lance’s flirting looked like. It was ideal, he just had to act like he always did, not even Keith could be stupid enough to misunderstand that. 

So when the opportunity arose, Lance didn’t hesitate to take it.

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Sangwoo got everything he wanted…. and everyone else paid the price

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Bum keeping quite about Sangwoo upsets Seungbae so much he just starts whoopin Sangwoo’s ass in the parking lot. Sangwoo knows better than to retaliate. Officer Kwak sees this and gives Seungbae a smack across the face, him in front of everyone.

Inside the station tending to Sangwoo’s wounds the police knowing they’re in hot water for police brutality. Sangwoo makes the situation even worse claiming it was a hate crime for his sexuality. He demands 30 million won which is around 2,6182 in US dollars oooooh bitch we rich! Right?…


Nope! Sangwoo gave that outrageous demand so his real demand of Seungbae to be fired seemed more reasonable.

Bonus points too since he drops the money deal just so he could go home with Bum and Seungbae never harass them again making everyone in that room believe that he is an innocent loving person. (Even Bum believes it)

As they arrive home Bum still believes he will have a happy ending with Sangwoo living in his house that this is where he’s meant to be…

But where is Sangwoo looking? This sumbitch is looking to see if the cop is far enough gone so he could “punish” Bum for putting him through that whole experience. That whole time Sangwoo was masking his annoyance, he felt no fear of going to prison just anger if he would be betrayed…. to lose!

He gets Bum to turn using endearing words like “Honey” then just smacks him. Bum is confused, he did everything right he keep Sangwoo from being convicted. Sangwoo was affectionate to him at the station. But as I said before that’s why Sangwoo was a tape recorder in that special chapter. His affections are lies that lead to dead ends. His beautiful words are meaningless.

Blames Bum for Seungbae hitting him. A tactic narcissistic people or abusers use where they blame their victim for things they had no control over so feel guilty and whatever punishment follows after they feel they deserve it.

Bum doesn’t even try to stop Sangwoo from hurting him anymore he instead wants to help him hide his abuse to protect Sangwoo.

Seriously dude…. SERIOUSLY?! I’m not shocked I swear but I fucking swear man, this mofo.

As he makes Bum endure his “treat” Bum expressing to Sangwoo he’s in pain Sangwoo always makes Bum feel like he’s ungrateful. He uses Bum’s words against him, “you said we were dating” the same words Sangwoo wanted Bum to say to they could leave the station. But when the cops felt Bum sounded too robotic and not real Sangwoo was the one who caused a scene and kissed him.

So so all in all it was a pretty good chapter for Sangwoo, I didn’t for one second think neither was going to prison. Season 2 was great. I can’t wait for the next season. How the dynamic will change.

Sangwoo is free range now with the police off his back, and Bum no longer looking for freedom will all this go to Sangwoo’s head and be his downfall? Bum doesn’t fear Sangwoo’s abuse, he would take a sock to the stomach as long as 10 or so minutes later he’s met with affection… that’s just sad 😦.

Will Sangwoo continue killing women like Jieun or is his next target Seungbae?

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Harry accidentally wears a slytherin tie ??

Harry and Draco were quickly getting dressed after having a bit of… fun in one of the empty classrooms while everyone was at dinner. “Ron and Hermione will be wondering where I am by now.” Harry stated.

Draco snorted. “Oh please, they’re too busy snogging nowadays to notice what’s going on.” Harry chuckled and kissed him deeply once more before leaving the dark room. He walked through the empty halls rapidly to join his friends at dinner. When he got there, he was too focused on Ron and Hermione to notice any of the gasps that came from the rest of the Great Hall.

Harry sat down across from Ron and Hermione; Ron as captivated by his food as Hermione was with her book. It wasn’t until he greeted them that they looked up and gasped. Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What?”

“Harry, why-” As Hermione began to speak someone pulled him up from the seat. Harry turned and he was face to face with his boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. He looked a bit frightened, but annoyed at the same time, so Harry didn’t stop him when he began to pull him out of the Great Hall.

Once outside, Draco didn’t speak, but merely held up a Gryffindor tie; his Gryffindor tie. Harry looked down at the one he was wearing and realized he was wearing a Slytherin tie. He must have grabbed the wrong one when they were getting dressed. The gasps and strange looks from Ron and Hermione suddenly made sense now. He didn’t know how he didn’t see all the confused glances when he first walked into the hall.

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Tears for Fears

Castiel takes the kids out for trick-or-treating. Dean has the scariest house on the block.

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It’s not that Castiel doesn’t like holidays, it’s just that holidays stress him out to a tremendous degree.

When it was just him and Claire, at least he wasn’t outnumbered. On days like Halloween when kids swarmed, he could hold her hand the entire time they were out trick-or-treating. He would never have to lose sight of her because there was no one else to watch. He could inspect all of her candy by the end of the night to make sure it was safe to eat.

But now that Jack is in the picture, Castiel has to divide his attention. Claire’s getting older, but not too old for Halloween, mind you. He doesn’t feel comfortable letting go of her for very long, much to her frustration, but he also doesn’t want to neglect Jack.

Particularly because this is the boy’s first Halloween without his mother.

And how unfair it is that he has to spend it with Castiel of all people, his boring new legal guardian in his boring suburban neighborhood with his boring Constantine costume, the least festive person ever to walk the face of the earth.

The two children are extraordinarily different from one another, which makes family coordination difficult. Claire is loud, boisterous, adventurous, and squirmy. She wants to work her way through the cul-de-sac as quickly and efficiently as possible as to maximize her candy yield for the year, Batman cape flying behind her as she speeds from one house to the next. The younger and smaller Jack, on the other hand, is more content to hold Castiel’s hand and take his time, less interested in the candy than he is in the people watching. He’s quiet and never fusses – the plastic devil horns perched over his ears stay in their proper place for the entire evening, a feat that even Claire has never managed to accomplish in all her eleven years.

Apart from the tightly wound ball of anxiety that manifests itself in Castiel’s chest – and which he is sure also manifests on his face – the night goes relatively well. Claire and Jack both have impressive stamina for such young people, and they manage to venture far further outside their comfort zone than Castiel would have liked for a first Halloween together. But Amelia isn’t with them this year since the custody decision came through and Kelly has just died, and Castiel is unwilling to deny these children anything. So he reluctantly trails after Claire while also giving her space, trying his best to keep his eyes on her while holding as tightly as he can to Jack.

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Imagine one day Ernest and Lucien are playing video games. And it’s a Friday night, so they don’t have school the next day.

Damien and MC are upstairs in Damien’s library doing something or other.

When suddenly, they hear MC’s voice from the entrance to the living room.

“Hey, Lucien?”

Lucien and Ernest are in the middle of a match.

Lucien doesn’t even look away from the screen.

“Yeah, dad?”

MC doesn’t answer for a moment. Ernest’s character falters on the screen, and Lucien immediately takes the chance to attack him.

Finally, after a few moments of silence MC says that, “Damien and I are heading out to the movies. You guys wanna come with us?”

“Nah, Ernest and I will just hang out here,” Lucien replies, still focused on his game.

“Alright. I’ll leave some money on the counter, so you guys can order yourself some pizza okay?”

“Thanks, love you!”

There’s another moment of silence.

And then a suspiciously squeaky, “Love you too!”

MC and Damien leave for their date.

There’s a few minutes of relative quiet, the only noises coming from the fighting characters in the tv.

“So…” ventures Ernest eventually. “How long’s that been going on?”

“What?” asks Lucien, completely confused.

“You know, the thing with MC,” Ernest replies. Then, when Lucien still doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, “Not that there’s anything wrong with it. I mean, I know more than anyone what an ass your other biological father was to you and Damien, so I guess I’m happy for you that you seem to get along with him so well, but-”

Finally, Lucien pauses the game and turns to look at his friend in utter confusion.

“Ernest. What the ever-loving fuck are you on about???”

“You know,” Ernest says, waving his hand towards the doorway where MC had been just a moment ago. “How you just called MC dad?”

“I did WHAT!?” demands Lucien, eyes going wide as he replays the conversation in his mind, before his cheeks flush a bright red as he realizes that, yeah, he did just do that.

“You also told him you loved him,” Ernest supplies helpfully. “Before he said it to you.”

Lucien sinks to hide his face in the sofa cushions, and lets out a mortified scream.

“It was an accident!” he grinds out, voice muffled.

Ernest snorts in amusement.

“Well, yeah, kinda figured, after all the screaming and shit,” Ernest snorts. “Well either way, it’s not like you can back out now.”

“Why not?” asks Lucien sullenly.

“Dude. Did you not hear how happy he was? I think if you went back to calling him by name now, he might actually cry.”

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So I was playing through chapter thee again and after level 14 I come up the elevator, Bendy is waiting on floor 9 for me. He was blocking my way to Alice, and for a minute I thought he was stuck in the animation for spotting you.

No, after staring for a minute I realize he was looking around. He was standing in my way, looking for me. I thought maybe he was broken and I could slip past him. As soon as I step around the stairs, he turns around and grabs me. 

Baffled, but believing it to be over, I try again. He seems to be gone. As soon as I step on the exact same spot, he pops out of thin air and grabs me again.

Now I’m going “what the fuck though” repeatedly as I wander back and stand at the stairs at the empty space and wonder what just happened. And after a moment, I watch him spawn again, out of thin air and blocking my way. 

It took wandering off and finding a searcher to kill me to stop him from spawning again.

As far as I know, he never spawns on level 9. He also doesn’t spawn out of thin air and stay in one place. This was very strange, and I’m wondering if anyone else has seen this kind of behavior from Bendy before. I am BAFFLED. 

What the fuck Bendy.