look at your face you adorable red head

- you’re cute when you’re sleepy

a/n : i’m back for the third day in a row!! i once again felt like writing so have some archie andrews drabble. i really enjoyed writing this and have tried to make it as fluffy as possible. thank you for all the support so far, i honesty love writing and it makes me so happy to see people enjoying them! anyway note over, enjoy the cute fluffy archie andrews drabble because he’s an adorable bean who needs to be protected :’-)

word count : 889

{archie andrews x reader}

Originally posted by riverdalegifsdaily

You slung your bag onto the kitchen table as you returned home from your shift at Riverdale book shop. It was a small job that you had after school for a few hours to earn some extra cash but you enjoyed it. Barely anyone came in from school so most of the customers were of the older generation and appreciated the art of literature. The only person who came in from school, with the exception of Archie Andrews visiting his beloved girlfriend, was Jughead Jones. You and Jughead were friends. You always smiled at him whenever you caught each other around school and he would always make an effort to talk to you when you were both in the shop.

“I’m back mom!” you called only to be met with silence. You walked over to the fridge, a pale pink sticky note catching your eye. ‘Emergency business trip, be back tomorrow! love you xox.’  “Typical” you huffed, crumpling up the note and putting it in the bin. Your mother seemed to be constantly swarmed with her work so this sudden trip wasn’t much of a surprise to you. You grabbed a water from the fridge and headed upstairs with your bag, throwing it on the floor and jumping onto your bed. You picked up your phone and started to scroll through your twitter feed when a text popped up.

archiekins : come over

 y/n : but i’m tiredddddd :(

archiekins : it’s literally down the street 

y/n : get your lazy ass up and walk it yourself then :’-)

You let out a giggle at your sass. A few seconds later you heard a knock at the door. You quickly plugged your phone and ran downstairs to answer the door. You pulled it open to reveal your boyfriend, a cheeky smile on his lips. You stepped out the way to let him in and shut the door behind him. “Hey-“ you started before you were engulfed in his arms. You didn’t hesitate to return, stretching on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his shoulder. You stood there for a few seconds before pulling away and pecking his lips quickly. “What was that for?” you smiled, a slight blush on your cheeks. 

“Can i not hug my girlfriend?” He asked cheekily, his head tipping to the side slightly like a confused puppy but that what Archie Andrews was; a literal puppy. You hit his chest lightly as your lips stretched into a toothy grin.

 “Hey, I’m not complaining,” you retorted, holding your hands up in defence and earning a chuckle from Archie. You smiled again, taking in your boyfriend’s features. “Come on let’s go upstairs” you smiled, grabbing his hand and making your way up the stairs. You reached your room and went to get your laptop to set up netflix. “So what shall we watch tonight?” You said aimlessly as you entered your password and hitting enter. When Archie didn’t answer you turned around swiftly. “Arch?” You questioned, startling him from a trance he appeared to be in. You met his dark eyes, sending him a confused look.

 “Can we just cuddle?” he pouted, holding his arms out. You felt your heart clench at how adorable he was; you nearly cooed out loud. You gave him a warm smile and walked over to the bed, flopping next to him on the bed. You both settled yourselves on your cream sheets, his head resting on your stomach as you ran your hands lightly through his red hair. A content smile crept onto your face as you stared down at your boyfriend who was staring back up at you with a sleepy gaze. He’d been throwing himself into school lately with his music, football, even his actual schoolwork; so you wasn’t surprised to see him so tired. He need a break. You continued to run your hand through his hair, noticing that it relaxed him. He held your stare for a few more seconds before readjusting his hand on your stomach and closing his eyes. He never failed to make you show how smitten you were over him. Another loving smile was adorned on your face. You tried your hardest to suppress a giggle at how much your boyfriend was currently resembling a puppy. You tried to hide it with a grin but it didn’t work, as you were once again met with his gaze, his drowsiness evident in his dark orbs.

 “What?” he mumbled, an embarrassed smile on his lips and a faint blush on his cheeks.You felt a rosy blush blossom onto your cheeks as you shook your head slightly. You placed your hand lightly on your cheek before running your hand through his hair once again; unmindfully realising that it was relaxing you as much as him. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy” you whispered lovingly. The flush on his cheeks deepened to a fiery crimson and he turned bashful. You took his hand, kissing it softly, and intertwining it with yours. “Go to sleep baby,” you whispered again. He smiled back at you, pulling your hands closer to his chest and cradling them like a teddy bear. You watched him as he drifted into a peaceful slumber and you soon followed; the pair of you falling asleep in the arms of your love.

Natural - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Natural

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine Bill seeing you interact with little Jackson on set and realizing he wants to have kids with you.

A/N: (Y/s/n) = Your Superhero Name, Y’all little Georgie is everything! And I’m not the one to easily find kids adorable or say I’d want a kid like that but oh dear!

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Bill asked with an adorable frown as he looked down at you and you chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“Bill you don’t have to worry about me, I already have an amazing company!” you grinned, turning to look at Jackson who was barely able to hold all of the comics in his small hands.

“You two will get along perfectly fine.” he breathed out with a small chuckle and you giggled after looking at your small fan and then back at your boyfriend.

“We already are.” you winked “Come on now, go be a big scary clown and don’t get all messy with the blood, children are not like eating chicken and you know it. Bones are bigger and there usually is a whole lot more blood, cause you practically eat them alive and yeah.” you leaned in and pecked his lips as he laughed at you.

“You’re so weird.” he made a funny face but still looked at you with adoration.

“But that’s why you love me.” you breathed out, your hands resting on his chest “And if you need any tips on red lipstick I am always here, baby.” you winked with a giggle and he chuckled.

“You are… amazing.” he breathed out, cupping your face before fully kissing you on the lips.

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Study Partner (Taeyong x Reader)

Rating: M, with a side of fluff

(A/N) How goes my fellow nut busters? I’m jumping right onto the request train by giving you some fluffy and a little smutty study partner Taeyong! While our resident being of perfection may have enough sex appeal to shut down a male stripper convention, I think Taeyong/s sweeter side needs a bit more loving too. So I hope y’all enjoy this one because it was really fun to write!!

Originally posted by teeuai

Staring out the window of your classroom like some angsty anime character was one of your favorite pastimes. You wished every waking hour you were in this hell hole of a school to be outside, riding your bike through the streets, picking flowers in the park, playing in the stream that ran through town, anything but this class.

It’s not like you were bad at writing and literature, in fact, you were exceptional, the brightest in your class. But you hated the teacher, hated what he made you write. You didn’t want to write about the characters in a Greek tragedy, you didn’t want to analyze Jane Austin, you wanted to write soaring stories about adventurers, magic, and romance. This class made you despise writing, and you loathed that, because writing was one of your secret passions.

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(Newt Scamander x Reader) Submissive Dominator [SMUT]

Title : Submissive Dominator

Request : Yes - by @radicalmeghan -  request: newt being asked to be more dom in bed and is lowkey rlly good at it

Smut/Warning : Yeah duh - eating out, blowjob, slight dom/sub, jealous fucking lmao

Word Count :1,875

A/N : aaah finally I finished a request! I don’t think this fits the request, but yo this is a dom Newt. It’s really a new territory for me because I’ve always portrayed Newt as a sub. Anyway! Enjoy this one and requests are open for fbawtft, hp, etc. Send me asks about it.


“You’re mine aren’t you?”

“You’re going to get f-fucked tonight,”

“T-Think you c-can- Oh Merlin, no, no, not like this…”

Newt has been talking to himself in the bathroom, the moment the two of you entered your shared apartment after attending a ball held by the MACUSA. The ball was held to celebrate the capture of Gellert Grindelwald. The MACUSA doesn’t usually do this kind of thing, but you suppose it’s a grand achievement and worth celebrating.

You try to eavesdrop the conversation he’s having with himself, but it seems that he has put a charm in the bathroom so that you can’t hear anything he says but some muffled sounds.

“Newt?” you knock the bathroom door. “Are you okay in there?”

“Y-Yes [Name], I’m fine,” he replies.

You didn’t know what you did wrong, but he also seems to be more nervous than usual after the ball. He keeps squeezing your hand, he stuttered, and he bumped into several people. Newt kept saying he was alright after you asked though.

You decide to change from your formal dress to your nightgown. You walk to your bedroom as you think, ‘I suppose I can calm him down a little bit by doing something…’ You pick his favorite nightgown of yours, and put it on. Twirling in front of the closet mirror, you smile to yourself. ‘Newt is going to love this.’

As if on cue, the bathroom door creaks open, revealing Newt already undressed except for his trousers. Newt’s hair is messy, and his face is blushing red with beads of sweat on his face. The sweat also trickles down his bare chest, making you want to run your hands up his body.

He pauses when he looks at you, mouth slightly open. You giggle and say, “I think we’re thinking the same thing, love.”

He gulps, before throwing the bundle of his shirt on the side. Newt takes a few strides towards you, chin up, looking down at you. He then takes your chin in his hand, and kisses you roughly.

You squeal at the sudden touch, before melting into his arms. You grip his biceps, constantly squeezing it lightly, while he holds your waist, holding you firmly. The kisses aren’t like his usual kisses; it’s more demanding and needing. He’s about to push his tongue inside your mouth before you gently push him back, looking into his eyes, a little bit worried.

“Newt, darling? What’s wrong? What’s with the sudden-“

“You’re going to get fucked tonight,” he cuts you sternly.

You feel the heat in your core getting hotter as he says that sentence. But still, you’re wondering what’s with his sudden change of demeanor.

“I- W-Well, I will, but I want you to explain yourself first,” you challenge him.

He sighs and takes your hand, guiding you to lie down on your bed. You lie on your back, and he immediately goes on top of you, his hands on each side of your head, trapping you from escaping.

Newt looks at you with adoration, yet also with something he lacks before. Confidence.

“Do you think… That Abernathy can please you more? Hm?” he asks.

At the ball, even though you’re hand in hand with Newt all the time, you did drag him to socialize with other people. One of them being Abernathy. He teased the two of you by talking about some sensitive subject, which is about how Newt does it in bed. Newt’s face went beet red, and you replied with a laugh, saying that he satisfies you. “Although not the most dominant in bed,” you also added.

You didn’t realize that Newt listened intently when you flirted with Abernathy. “Oh really? I bet you prefer dominant men, no?” Abernathy asked. “Well, probably. Want to show me?” you reply. Abernathy just laughed, and you excused yourself, to talk to other people.

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, so this is what this is all about? About me flirting with Abernathy? You know it’s all a joke, Newt.”

“Yes, but you did say that- um, you prefer dominant men,” he says, almost losing his confident composure.

“Well… I don’t mind with submissive men, but I prefer dominant men better,” you say. He looks hurt for a second, before quickly going back with his act again.

“Then I’ll show you that I can be dominant too.”

Before you can say anything, he kisses you again, this time biting down your lower lip, then pushing his tongue inside your mouth. Your hands go to the back of his head, trying to deepen the kiss. But he objects. One by one, he removes your hands from his head, and pins them to the side of your head.

He breaks the kiss and whisper to your ear huskily, “You are going to stay in bed and do as I say.”

You shudder as his hot breath hits your ear, and you nod in understanding. He smirks, and proceeds to leave butterfly kisses from your earlobe down to your neck, and your collarbone. He sucks and bites a one spot on your neck, over and over until leaves a red mark. You moan and whimper at his touch, and you’re sure it’ll be purple tomorrow.

“[Name],” he says onto your skin.

You reply with a moan. “If you want to come, try not to make any sounds.”

He slides the nightgown from your shoulder, before tearing it into two and tossing it aside. You gasp; not expecting Newt to rip your nightgown, or even has the strength to do that. “We can use magic to patch it up,” Newts says quickly.

He swiftly leaves a wet trail, continuing from your neck, to your chest, barely brushing the nipple, down lower to your core, his hands freeing your wrists. He gives an experimental lick, and you arch your back, bucking up to his mouth. You’re about to moan before your own hand flies to your mouth, shutting yourself.

“Good girl.”

He trails a finger down your clit, his fingers brushing against the wet, sensitive folds. You desperately pants, holding in the sounds you’re making.

“So wet [Name]… All for me?” He presses a finger inside you, and you breathily answer, “Y-Yes! For you only…”

“Not for Abernathy?”

“N-No… All for you- Ah!” you scream out when he adds another finger.

“I’ll forgive you this time. But for this, I don’t want to hear any sounds, got it?”

You only nod as he starts pumping in and out of you, and with each thrust, his fingers goes deeper, to another angle, until it hits your g-spot. You gasp when his finger does, and he quickens the pace until you come onto his hands.

He brings his fingers to his lips, greedily licking them off clean. The sight turns you on again, even though your heat is still throbbing from the sensation. He gets out of bed, and hastily takes his trousers off, along with his boxers. His manhood stands in its glory, with precum leaking on top of it.

“Come,” he says, extending his hands towards you.

You stand and take his hand and he presses yours and his naked body together. His member is pushed up onto your stomach, and you can feel it twitch when it comes to contact with your skin.

“Feel it [Name]?”

He trails his fingers from your upper back, slowly down to your lower back.

“Feel it what you do to me?”

He squeezes your bum and you hum in response.

“I want you to pleasure me, but without your hands.”

He gives you a slap on your butt and says, “Now kneel.”

You kneel in front of him, and take his member in your mouth, your hands behind your back. You start to suck his head gently, slowly moving your head so it enters deeper. He lets out a long moan, continued by his hand going to the back of your head.


You suck him hard, and he cries out your name, not expecting the sudden movement. As you suck, you bob your head, and lick the tip of his member. It twitches in your mouth, and with one last long suck, he comes inside your mouth. You swallow everything, making sure none of them spills out of your mouth.

“Such a good girl. I should reward you for that, now. Should I?”

“I’d love you to, darling.”

“Alright. Lie down.”

You do as he says, and he goes on top of you, immediately positioning himself on your entrance.

“Newt! Stop!”

His eyes flashes worry, and he stops. “W-What? D-Did I do something w-wrong? Did- Did I hurt you?”

His confidence is fading, and you giggle, before kissing his nose.

“No, silly. Don’t forget the condom.”

“O-Oh, right.”

He takes out a condom out of the dresser, before ripping it with his teeth and putting it on his slightly raised cock. You notice, and give his manhood a slight stroke, making it fully erect again. Newt’s confidence comes back again, and he seems more assured now.

“Scream my name, love.”

He slams into you without a warning, and you gasp, and let out a throaty moan. He begins moving, slow at first, before escalating the pace faster. The headboard makes a sound every time he slams into you, banging with the wall. You’ll be sure to receive complaints from your neighbor, but you can care less.

He thrusts like there’s no tomorrow, all the while holding in his cum, making sure you savor the feeling fully. He wants to make sure that you see him and him only.

You on the other hand, feel so close to coming, as you see Newt pounding your insides, sucking the energy out of you.

“Newt!! Ah!! I- I-“

“That’s it love, let it all out. Come onto me.”

With a scream of his name, you come for the second time, coating his condom covered cock with your juices. He gives a few more thrusts before coming himself, filling the condom. He collapses on top of you, the sweat covered skin meeting yours.

The two of you breathe peacefully, until he lifts himself off you, to discard the condom. You scoot a little, making space for him to cuddle with you. He joins you under the bedcover.

“S-So, do tell me… How did I do…?”

“Hmmm, well… Newton… I’d have to say… It’s a secret!” you exclaim as you turn your body, your back facing him.

“W-What? [Name], tell me!”

“Oh shut up and cuddle me, Newt,” you say as you pull his hands to hug you.

He pouts and you peck him on the lips, whispering a brief goodnight, before drifting to sleep.

Before drifting to sleep though, you think to yourself that you do enjoy a dominant Newt. Very much so, despite his true nature. But you’re not going to tell him that. It would certainly stroke his ego even more. And you’ve been enjoying your role as the dominant one in bed.

It seems that it will take a few more practices to explore your interests even more.

Just a game pt. 2

When a college reunion takes an unusual turn, the reader finds herself amidst a game of truth or dare not knowing that at the declaration of dare would change her life into a spiral of trouble with the mysterious clown that lives in the sewers. But now her mind and dreams are haunted by him and she knows he loves to play…

…Now that she knows what her dare is, the reader makes her way to the easiest entrance to the sewers the following morning with bitterness in her stride. She doesn’t even believe there would be a clown in the sewers. It was completely ridiculous. Wasn’t it?

Hey everyone and welcome to part two of this story! I wanna say thank you so much for the support I’ve gotten starting out, it really means a lot to me ❤. I hope people like this story and I hope that this chapter will be longer haha I just got fed up of restarting the first part.

Again, if you aren’t a fan of this sort of this content then please scroll away, it’s not worth hating on. I’m trying to keep out the main It movie tags.

“Stupid fuckin dare. There’s no fuckin clown in the sewers, surely.” You muttered in your head as you walked across the kissing bridge to a worn down area of the sides of the road where many other children had run up and down over the years to reach the brook below. You weren’t alone, all your friends were following on behind you, your best friend the most smug. She was so proud of her dare that she reminded you when she woke you up ever so early that morning. You were just about ready to have this over with so you could move on with your life.

The small trek down to the brook was easy but now you headed up stream for that was where the mouth of the sewer system was. You exhaled as you saw the opening in the near distance. There were several rocks of various sizes scattered around in the shallow water, some big enough to even sit on. Greenery hung over the entrance like a small curtain that had been torn in several places. You stopped when you were close enough to smell the putrid air from within.

“Alright, I’m here. You’re all coming with me, right?” You asked as you turned to the group. Your best friend smirked.

“I’ll come with you to see if you actually do it.” She said. You frowned slightly but turned your attention to the others.

“Anyone else?” You asked shortly. In the end, four of you entered the sewers whilst the rest were to be on watch and to come if there was trouble.

The water inside the sewers was a murky grey colour with old leaves and branches amongst various other strange things that you didn’t want to know about floated on or poked out from the surface. Your eyes had begun to water from the intensity of the smell so you grabbed your phone out of your pocket and switched on the flashlight. Now you could see the true horror of the tunnels. The walls were moist and grimy but the grey water wasn’t so deep surprisingly. As you walked round a bend, noting on the sound of the splashing of water of your friends behind you, you paused at the sight of a crossroad. You sighed.

“Where do you think we should turn?”

(Bf/n) shrugged.

“I don’t know, try calling for the clown or something.”

Your brow furrowed in slight irritation because she was the reason you were down there in a stinking sewer at a crossroad. But there was no other choice except being lost down there so you cleared your throat and huffed.

“What’s his name?” You asked

“Pennywise I think. Pennywise the dancing clown.” You heard. With a slight nod you stepped forward, closer to the different links.

“Pennywise, oh Pennywise the dancing clown!” You chimed feeling slightly stupid. There was a snicker behind you when there wasn’t a response. You turned to your friends angrily.

“Shut the fuck up! You’re the reason I’m here!” You growled. They seemed to pause their laughter and it was replaced with silent horror. You shined the light at them. “What’s wrong?” You asked. (Bf/n)’s mouth fell open.

“B-b-” She stuttered. And then you could sense someone stood behind you. You slowly slosh the water as you turn and your eyes stared frightfully as they settled upon a single red balloon slowly floating towards you all.

It was exactly the same as the one from the day before; the same shade of red, even in the dim light. You step backwards, slightly bumping into one of the others behind you.

“S-so someone lost the balloon down here, huh?” You tried to make light of the situation but the others said nothing. The balloon was very close now, blocking your view of the tunnel behind it. And then it suddenly stopped abruptly directly in front of you. You dared breathe and it wasn’t because of the air this time. You could see your reflection on the surface of the red latex but then it was gone with an obscenely loud pop which caused one of the others behind you cry out in surprise. But the popped balloon was the least of your problems because now stood in the tunnel exactly opposite you was a looming figure with hunched shoulders standing and most likely staring. Even though you had never known anything of the clown, you knew instantly that this was the well talked about clown Pennywise. You drew in a shaky breath.

“Are you P-Pennywise?” You already knew the answer. However, he didn’t answer you right away. Instead, a chilling over excited giggle came from his direction and then he was dashing forward, an animalistic screech coming from his lips. The water sloshed violently both in front of you from where he was coming from and behind you where you guessed your friends were retreating judging from their screams of utter terror. But you stayed still and your scrunched shut. You felt a gloved hand grasp your neck tightly and you were suddenly airborne, startling you. Immediately, you clawed at the clown’s hand and heaved in a feeble attempt to get him to let you go. You were able to see his face now and oh how you wished you had said truth last night. The first thing you noticed was a large forehead that was white like the rest of the face except the paint was cracking. And then were the red lines that slashed through the centre of his eyes and looped round to connect with the corners of his full, red painted lips. To finish off the face makeup was a painted red button nose which otherwise would have been adorable if it hadn’t had been for the way his eyes were cast in a shadow under an exaggerated frowning brow. But those eyes…something about them wasn’t right. Something about the way one was always looking the wrong way and the fact that they were an alarming amber tinged with red. You barely noted on the flaming orange hair that curled upwards on the sides of his head and a curl at the top, you could only stare at his face. You tried not to panic though despite your situation.

“A-are you P-Pennywise?” You tried again through struggling breathes. His full lips pulled upwards into a grin, exposing two large and slightly pointed bucked teeth.

“Yeeesss. How may I help you seeing as your friends just bailed on you?” His voice is so strange, pitching in odd places as well as being deep and rough. You continue to struggle slightly and curse under your breath.

“I-I was dared to do something that involved y-you and I don’t wanna back out.” You choke out. This amused the clown very much so as he let out a giggle.

“Well! What would this include, hm?” He asked, his face drawing near to yours. You close your eyes for a split second and exhale. There was no going back now.


Your hands stop gripping onto his that was choking you and instead you took fistfulls of his ruffled collar and pull him forward, your eyes scrunched shut. Pennywise let’s out a grunt of confusion but it was cut off when your lips press against his painted ones. It lasted only for a moment because the clown all but shoved you away sending you tumbling into the murky water below with a loud splash. You gasp and stare up at the tall figure. He was snarling and you noticed saliva was dripping down his chin. He hissed and then he was rushing away down the narrow passageways until you could see nothing more of the silver suit he wore. You took this as an opportunity to get to your feet quickly and all but sprint back to the entrance. At this point you were cold and wet and smelly and all you wanted in the world was a hot shower and the bed in the motel you were staying in. You didn’t pause as you rushed past your friends, even when they called out to you. This had gone too far for you.


It was a few hours and at least five showers later, you were snuggled on the motel room bed on your laptop for you had no phone at that point. Somewhere along the panic you had dropped your phone into the sewage water and you knew there was no hope in getting it back now.

You were so pissed off. Pissed off that you had gone along with the dare, pissed off that your friends had left you behind with a crazy clown, pissed off that your phone was missing and probably destroyed and pissed off that one set of clothes and shoes was now un-wearable and in the dumpster. You had music playing in an attempt to calm your mood and for a while it had begun to work but the knock on the motel door instantly turned the mood sour. With a huff, you pushed off the bed and stomped to the door and pulled it open, stopping it with security chain. Outside were your supposed friends, people you really didn’t want to see at that moment. You scowled.

“What?” You snapped. Your supposed best friend stepped forward.

“Hey, I’m sorry about all that happened in the sewer- I just wondered if you wanted to, you know, come out for a drink maybe? I’ll pay of course.” She suggested timidly. You scoffed.

“Oh sureee! I absolutely wanna go get a fucking drink with the one who dared me to do the most fucking dumb thing ever and then bail on me. You know what fucking happened, huh? I lost my fucking phone somewhere down there and my clothes were fucking ruined! But of course it doesn’t matter because I did the dare so I fucking win! But in answer to your question, no! No I don’t want to get a stupid fucking drink with any of you, I’m planning my trip home so kindly fuck off and good riddance!”

You were breathless after your rant and halfway through you’d noticed that (bf/n) had begun to cry, her eyes becoming puffy and pink around the edges as tears welled up in the corners. This didn’t phase you though for your blind rage had taken over. You didn’t even give anyone a chance to speak before you slammed the door shut and locked it. You closed the curtains roughly and stomped back to the bed, curling up into a ball within a nest of the bed sheets and pillows. And then you felt the tightness in your throat that burned a little and your nostrils flared. You wiped your nose aggressively as you felt your eyes begin to water.

“Stupid fuckin’ tears. Stupid friends. Stupid dare.” You muttered under your breath. You were a mess. The crying session lasted for at least an hour before you collapsed back, exhausted with a throbbing headache. You realised at some point that perhaps you had been irrational, cruel even and now you were feeling the after effects of your freak out. You were too tired to think logically at that point and so you decided that sleep would be the bed solution at that moment.

You sorted the pillows out and stumbled over to the light switch to turn it off, plunging the room into darkness. You hadn’t realised it was so late, a thought that made your head throb a little more. You settled down on the bed, the blankets wrapped around you and your head nestled in the pillows and your eyes closed. It wasn’t long before sleep took you and you were drifting.


Amber eyes, flaming hair. He was there, Pennywise. He was tall, 6"3 at least, and he towered over you, staring down. His red painted lips were open and drool was leaking out and collecting on his chin. He was grinning down at you.

“(Y/n)…. (y/n), wake up. Wake up little one.” He taunted in an eerily soft voice. You frowned and sat up in bed.

“How are you…” You couldn’t finish your sentence for he had pounced onto your chest, his body pinning you in place. You wanted to scream but you were frozen in fear. He smirked.

“Such fragrant fear…you smell delicious.” He groaned. His face was inches from yours and you watched in horror as his mouth opened and dislocated, hundreds of teeth being exposed to you. And then he was leaning forward, closer and closer. You could see lights in the back of his throat and hear the cries of hundreds of voices in pain. You just couldn’t scream…


You awoke abruptly, sitting up and chest heaving. Your body was covered in a layer of sweat as you guessed you had been tossing and turning throughout the nightmare. Nightmare. It was just a nightmare. There was no clown, you weren’t going to die. He wasn’t in the room with you. Your breathing slowed after a while and you were able to relax, laying back against the pillows with an exhale. It was a surreal feeling after a nightmare when you realised you were safe. An adrenaline rush. You smiled and chuckled breathlessly to yourself as you listened to the low hum of the overhead fan in the room. Then there was a creak. Your breathing paused and your body felt numb with fear. You dared make any sound. And then you heard him.

“(Y/n)…” He chimed. You feel panic settle in your whole body. He was there.

Wow it’s done. Much longer than the first part I think. This was a lot of fun to write, I love this story haha. I hope I wrote Pennywise realistically enough. Thanks for reading!

Put Some Pants On! Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: Anonymous

Prompt: Hi! I was wondering whether I could request for a Bill Skarsgård x reader fic where the reader is kind of a workaholic and is super serious on the surface perhaps his publicist or something.

She doesn’t acknowledge her feelings but then like I watched an Alex Skarsgård interview on Team coco where he mentions that their family is comfortable with nudity or something and I was wondering whether the fic can have lots of teasing and blushing and feels in the end ahhhh I’m such a sucker for that.

WARNING:: Nudity of Bill Skarsgård 

Note: There is no smut just playful teasing. I DO NOT DO NSFW!!! Enjoy! :D!

Originally posted by sarahaddison

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

Originally posted by a-n-i-m-e-r-e-a-c-t-i-o-n-s

You huffed as you looked at the stack of paperwork you had to do. You were a publicist for Bill Skarsgård so your job was to let him be well known to the public. But you weren’t just his publicist you were also his girlfriend.

Well you were but at the same time you weren’t.

You were such a workaholic trying to make him famous to keep making a living. When he was unemployed he relied on you to help get him a job and if you didn’t get him a job you both are broke.

Probably why you were so stressed nearly 24/7.

You heard the slapping of bare feet against a marble floor and knew it was your boyfriend. You rolled your eyes and coldly said, “I’m not going to get away from this desk.”

“Geesh (Name), if you keep this up your going to have wrinkles.” Bill teased.

“Shut up. I’m just making sure we have enough money to continue to live.” You spat scribbling don your signature before moving onto the next packet.

You felt his hands move to your shoulder and gently massage them. You rolled your eyes but let him continue.

“Your stressing your eyes doing that. How about we go cuddle instead?” He asked.

“I’m busy.” You said rolling your eyes.

“Will you stop being such a workaholic?” He said cutely resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Bill I don’t have time for your games.” You said your will slowly faltering as he began to lightly kiss your neck.


You looked over and rolled your eyes noticing he had cutely stuck out his bottom lip in a pout making puppy eyes. When you looked lower your face turned bright red and you quickly snapped your head towards your desk using your hands on the side of your face block him.

“BILL!” You shrieked.

“What?” He asked laughing well standing up.

You made the mistake of peeking and your face turned an even darker shade.

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Reader x Klaus Mikaelson



Imagine: You are Rebekah Mikaelson’s best friend and, ah, a mermaid. She brough you home in a gesture act. What she did not expect was that her brother, Klaus, would fall for you and, whilst doing so, he win your heart over.

Warnings: swearing, kissing, some violent descriptions (not that big of a deal), mentions of sex, fluff

Word Count: 4250 (i think i broke my record with this one)

Patiently waiting for Rebekah Mikaelson, who happened to be your best friend for quite some time now, at a bar, you thought of how much your life had changed in the past year. All because you were forced to abandon your mermaid nature after one reckless night you spend at a forbidden cave; sure, your mother had warned you what would happen if you went there during a full moon, but you always thought she was just being an overprotective mum. Ultimately, she was not, for the next morning you woke up entirely naked. Oh, and with freaking legs instead of your blueish tail as well.

A gentle chuckle left your lips when you remembered the stunned looks the humans gave you once you managed to get out of the cave. Nudity can get them incredibly nervous.

“I presume you’re waiting for my sister, love.” A masculine voice, soaked in a marvellous British accent, said. “May I keep you company?”

“Suit yourself, Niklaus.” Your reply was short, straight to the point. “But I warn you she’ll be mad if she finds you here.”

“I know how to deal with Rebekah.” He smirked, sitting on one of the chairs and facing you with those deep blue eyes. “You know that.”

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yours (robb stark au)

Plot: AU where Reader and Robb are betrothed to one another. Reader is soon to be Queen of France and Robb is next in line to be King of Scotland. They’ve known each other since they were young and have been preparing for this day all their life. Unfortunately, Jaime Lannister, Lord and soon to be King of Wales, also had his eye on you. (Basically, this is a Reign!AU)

Pairing: Robb Stark x Reader

Warnings: making out, Jaime being a dick, language maybe? vulnerable!robb

A/N: hello hi sorry for being MIA! this is my first GoT fic and I really hope you like it! I love Robbie sm and I love Richard Madden even more. (!!!!GIFS AREN’T MINE!!!!)

It’s been a cold and brutal winter this time around, but you’ve always dreamed of getting married in the snow. A smile makes its way onto your face as you look out the window and watch the pretty little snowflakes make their way to the ground, a sense of serenity taking over you as you think of your future with Prince Stark. The Starks should be on their way over to your castle by now, they should–

“Y/N!” Sansa sings and makes her way over to you.

“Sansa!” The smile on your face widens as you see your betrothed’s younger sister. She wraps her arms around you in a comforting hug which you so gladly return.

“I’ve missed you so much!” She pulls away and you kiss her cheek, happily leading her to you  set of chairs by the larger window.

“I’m so glad you guys are here! I’ve missed you all, too! How is my precious little Arya?” You lean back, still holding on to your dear friend’s hand as the smirk on her face grows.

“Arya is good, she’s excited because now we’ll be seeing more of you! Bran is also very excited. He wants you and Robb to make little Stark babies,” Sansa laughs and you grow red at the mere thought of being so intimate with Robb. “Oh come on, Y/N it’s bound to happen!”

“Well, sure, but I’m still scared!” You huff and lay your head back, looking up at the ceiling. “Besides, you’re too young for me to talk about this stuff with.”

“Oh, please!” Sansa scoffs and playfully slaps your wrist. “I’m nearly 18!”

“Nearly 18 means you’re still not there yet,” you chuckle as she makes a face at you, further proving her adorable childishness.

You hear a knock on your door and before you’re able to look up, you hear his velvet-like voice.

“May I come in, my lady?” His blue eyes pierce your brown ones as you stand quickly, curtsying.

“Of course, my prince. Please,” you blush deeply as Sansa nudges you before slowly making her way out.

“Don’t go around making babies just yet! You won’t be married for another three days,” she laughs and runs out, before either you or Robb could scold her.

“I-erm-sorry about her,” Robb blushes as well as he lets his eyes study you. “Is-is everything alright, my lady?”

“Y-yes, my prince. Everything is alright,” you clear your throat and Robb closes the door before making his way over to you, a soft smile on his face.

“How many times have I told you to call me Robb?” He lifts your chin up to look at him, a concerned look on his face as you sigh and bite your lip. “And are you really going to lie to your future husband, hm?”

“It’s just–I’ve been thinking about our future, especially with the constant mention of our future children and I’m just scared,” you shrug and look up at your beautiful husband-to-be. “What if I do something wrong? What if you don’t like me? What if–?”

“Princess, princess, listen to me,” he whispers and a shiver runs down your back as he calls you by your title. “You won’t do anything wrong, I will always be there to guide you. You’ll raise our kids wonderfully, I can’t think of anyone else I’d want as the mother of my children. I can’t think of–”

“Robb, I meant,” your cheeks turn darker than before as your gaze travels back to the floor. “I meant what if I do something wrong when we’re, when we’re intimate?” The last part comes out in a small squeak and Robb’s eyes soften further, his hands rubbing your back endearingly.

“I will be right there to guide you in every step of the way, my princess. I promise. Every question or concern you have, I will be right there to help you. If I don’t know the answer, and I’m sure I don’t, we’ll ask some hand-maidens, some women who might know more. I will do everything in my power to ensure your comfort and your safety, never worry about doing something wrong,” he smiles and brings his hands up to cup your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as you feel your breathing shallow.

You both lean forward and your nerves skyrocket, both in fear and in excitement, in wonder. Your nose brushes against his and you can feel his breath against your lips as his thumbs now gently flick your earlobes. Before you can move closer and finally feel his lips against yours, you hear a knock. You both pull away from each other, but Robb’s hand moves to your waist protectively as he lays eyes on the man.

“Your grace,” you look over to none other than Jaime Lannister, the troublemaker Lord of Wales.

“No, no, please call me Jaime,” he smirks and Robb’s grip on you tightens, pulling you closer to him.

“How can we help you, Jaime?” Robb all but growls out as the smirk widens on Jaime’s face.

“It’s still Lord to you, boy,” he walks over, completely ignoring Robb’s glare. “I just came to see the princess, I was wondering if I could have a word with you my lady?”

“I’ll be right down, my lord. We can talk then,” you nod as he takes your hand and lays a kiss on it.

“I can hardly wait,” he smirks at Robb and walks out the room, barely closing the door as he leaves.

You turn back to look at Robb and you notice his hardened features, his hands that are now fists at his sides as he struggles to reign in his anger. He breathes heavily until you gently place your hands against his face.

“Look at me, my prince,” you whisper and Robb’s eyes immediately find yours, softening at the sight of you. “I am betrothed to you. I want to be married to you. Nothing Jaime does or says will ever make me see him as anything other than the bratty, troublemaking Lord of Wales. I promise.”

“I know, my princess. I apologize for reacting the way I did. The Lannisters have just always given us trouble, Jaime especially. I don’t want him to ever even think of taking the single most important person from me,” he whispers and leans down to press his forehead against yours, eyes closing in the process. “I don’t want him to take you away from me.”

“No one will ever be able to take me away from you, Robb. I swear it on my soul,” you whisper and brush your nose against his as you continue to speak. “I am yours, I will always be yours. I will love you to the very end, I will bear our children with a smile on my face, and I will be yours in every sense of the word for as long as you’ll have me. I’ll-”

Robb cuts you off with a desperate, passionate, tender kiss. His hands wrap around your waist as his lips capture yours and your hands move to the back of his neck. Your lips move in sync, his tongue slowly making its way into your mouth as you gasp. He growls against your lips before forcefully moving himself back, panting heavily and resting his forehead against yours.

“If we don’t stop now, love, we might have to push our wedding to right now,” Robb whispers and you chuckle breathlessly, still reeling from the kiss.

“Can’t say I’d complain,” you wrapped your arms around his back as his rested on your waist, his chin atop your head.

“Neither would I, but I think it’s best we stop you two right here,” you turn around to the voice of Catelyn Stark, a blush rising in both your cheeks as she chuckles at the two of you.

“My Queen,” you curtsy and look up at her, slightly embarrassed and slightly shy in front of your future mother-in-law.

“Oh, no need for the formalities. Mother will be just fine,” she smiles and walks over to you, slipping her arm through yours as you smile back. “I’m going to have to separate you two now. You, Y/N need to try on your dress. And you, Robb, need to meet with your father for some arrangements.”

“Yes, Mother,” he kisses her cheek and then moves to lay a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I can’t wait to marry you, my queen.”

Originally posted by winterfellskingdom

“And I, you,” you whisper as he smiles and walks out your door. The next time you’d see him, you two would be getting married. You couldn’t wait.

Manspreading (Part 3)

Word Count: 9k

  “Don’t bring the dog into this. He’s young and he doesn’t need this kind of stuff pushed on him. He’ll grow up to have issues.” 

“Very funny, Tae. You’re a real funny guy. You know what else is funny? Your chances of sleeping in the same bed as me this month.”

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It wasn’t at all unusual for you to wake up smothered by the sixty-two kilograms of pure heat and clinginess that was Kim Taehyung. What was unusual however was how inappropriately naked the both of you were at the moment, and the suspiciously hard thing pressing against your side.

You’ve been awake for a good while now having an internal breakdown and devising increasingly elaborate plans to get yourself out of Taehyung’s loving death-grip. You wonder if you could slip out of his arms for a quick reprieve in the shower before you have to really face him, because right now you couldn’t think very clearly when he was so close to you and his addicting scent was bombarding your brain. He was always a heavy sleeper, and you figured you had a fairly good chance of slipping away without waking him up. When your eyes opened up and met his entirely too awake ones, you nearly jumped out of your skin.

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Loner - Veronica Lodge

Originally posted by kulo-ren

hi i was wondering if you could do a riverdale imagine where the (girl) reader is best friends with jughead and she has a huge crush on veronica? i know it’s kind of vague, but you can take it anywhere!! oh and maybe tag me in it? pretty please? ok love you bye💕

I’m sorry if it’s not what you’re looking for @ffremontt , if you want a different one feel free to message me.

Being associated with Jughead Jones had it’s ups and downs. While you were able to connect with a fellow intellectual, you never imagined the whispers that would come about. You dealt with it because, Jughead was a good friend and you couldn’t imagine your life without him; but there came a time when you wished you and your loner friend would get noticed.

That time was the first day of school after an eventful summer. You and Jughead had stayed close over summer, especially after the disappearance of Jason Blossom. Neither of you really cared for the Blossom twins, but the mystery of his disappearance, or death, interested  both of you. You found Jughead organizing his locker in the morning and rushed over.

“Hey Jug! Any updates?” He turned his head and gave you a grin. “The novel is coming along fine. I’m caught up so far, now we wait for whatever comes next.” You nodded at our friend, “Hopefully it’ll come soon,” you leaned closer to him, “I heard we have a new student.” His eyebrows quirked up in interest. You gaze was caught by the door at the end of the hall opening and a girl, who you had never seen before, walked in. Your jaw dropped as she strutted her way past where you and your friend were standing. Her dark hair rested perfectly on her shoulders and framed her face beautifully as she gave you a smile. You turned to watch her walk away and your face felt hot as she walked into the Dean’s Office. You heard Jug laugh and say, “And so the plot thickens.”

Jughead made sure that you didn’t forget about the morning and the beauty known as Veronica Lodge. “Skipping class with you isn’t going to worth it anymore if you’re just going to be annoying.” You said as you settled on the bleachers next to your friend. He just laughed, “Me, annoying?” You rolled your eyes and opened a bag of chips. You ate one and held the bag out to Jug who took one as well. You helped him polish up the draft of his novel, or what he had so far and you started on your homework.

“You have Journalism homework?” Asked Jughead as he ate another chip/. You groaned and nodded. “I didn’t do too well on my last assignment, so to keep up my grade, I have to go to the dance and write up an article about it.” He nodded, “Will it be published in the school newspaper?” You looked at the note your teacher gave you as a rubric for the article. “Yeah, it’ll be in next week’s copy.”

“Sounds cool,” he said taking another chip, “I won’t read it.”  You grabbed one of your folders and hit him the shoulder with it jokingly. “Jerk.” You muttered and his smiled dumbly. “Wait, did school end?” You asked upon seeing the football practice and some cheerleaders walking along the track. Jughead nodded and got back to typing away, but suddenly lifted his head and laughed. “What?!” You asked, leaning towards him. “Look who’s a cheerleader already!” You squinted and saw that it was Betty Cooper and Veronica walking the track. You almost fell off your seat in embarrassment. She looked adorable in the cheerleading uniform and it was just too much. “You should ask her to the dance, Y/N.”

You turned to face Jughead, your face beet red. “Why!?” You yelled, drawing the attention of the people below. You blushed harder when you saw Veronica looking up into the bleacher to where you were sitting. She gave you a wave, which you shyly return. “You’re going to the dance so you might as well go with someone.” You nodded at his words but turned back to him. “She’s hanging out with Archie though, and I don’t want that to-”

Jughead lifted a finger to silence you. “That doesn’t change anything. Just because I’m a reject doesn’t mean you have to be one too.” He gave to a happy look, “We will still be friends.” You smiled at him, which he tried to return. “Now go get the girl Y/N L/N.”

You made your way down the bleachers and to the track. You ran after the two girls who were still walking. When you finally made it to them, you felt the blush on your face deepen and the butterflies in your stomach start to storm. What if she didn’t even like girls? Maybe this was a mistake, but it was too late now. “Hi.” You said, you sounded so dumb.

“Hello there. You’re Y/N right?” Veronica asked, giving you the brightest smile you had ever seen. You nodded, “Yeah, and I was wondering if you would like to attend the back to school dance with me.” Betty looked at you then at Veronica, and slowly made her way towards one of the football players. “Oh?” Veronica asked, her eyebrows raised. Your heart sank, “Sorry if I weirded you out, I’ll just-” You were cut off by a warm pair of lips on your cheek. “You’ll see me at seven.” She said with a flirty tone, that her large brown eyes seemed to mimic. “I’ll see you at seven.” You repeated and with a sweet smile, she walked away.

You ran back up the bleachers to Jughead, with a stupid grin on your face. The moment you sat down, you let out a large breath you didn’t know you had been holding in. “She said yes!” You squealed excitedly. Jughead let out a laugh, “You have a little something right there.” He pointed at your cheek and you opened your front camera and saw the lipstick stain. You just smiled at your loner friend who, for the first time in a while, felt like maybe people weren’t so bad after all.

3 Way Race To Destiny (Yondu x Reader x Kraglin)

-Female Reader-

A/N: I hope you’ll enjoy this little threesome smut fic. It’s the first time I write Kraglin, so I hope it didn’t turn out to much OOC.

Warnings: SMUT! Smutfest, Dom!Yondu, Dom!Kraglin, Sub!Reader, Threesome (and all the smutty smut that goes with it), Explicit Language and Swearing, Probably NSFW.


The two of you were tangled up together on the bed after an evening of passionate sex. You leg was flung over his thigh as you slowly traced the scars on the right side of his chest.


Yondu were almost half asleep already, his eyes closed and his breathing heavy while he drew circles on your hip with his fingertips.

“I want to have a threesome.”

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Bts reaction s/o kissing them to get their attention

A/N- Aww this is such a cute request. I would absolutely love to do this reaction for you anon 😀Hope you like it. Happy Reading!



Jin would be embarrassed and awkward about for sure. He doesn’t seem like the type to show affection in front of everyone so when you did exactly that he would feel a bit awkward.

You had been trying to get his attention all night long.Nothing worked. But as you watched him laugh and have fun with the boys you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. So you walked over to the couch where he was sitting. You lifted up his chin and turned his face towards yourself and gave him a little peck. That got his attention pretty good. “J-jagi..” He mumbled with a stunned expression on his face. You shrugged in response. You could see his ears getting red which meant he was embarrassed. He thought it was really adorable what you did, but that didn’t stop him from feeling awkward.


Yoongi wouldnt care a whole lot if just kissed him to get his attention. I think he would be smug about it because he would be reassured that you really did care if he paid attention to you or not. 

Yoongi had been ignoring you all day for some reason. You finally had enough and asked him why he was ignoring you. You grabbed him by his wrist pulled him towards yourself and gave him a kiss. You tried to pour all your frustration in that kiss and he felt it. He smiled against your lips. “Stop being a jerk” you told him. He chuckled and looked in your eyes. “I am not ignoring you y/n, I am just stressed” At those words you kissed him again. “Better?” You smiled up at him. “If I get kisses like this every time I get stressed and not pay attention to you, then I shall do this everyday” he would smile his specially gummy smile at you.


I think he would be taken aback initially because it would be so sudden but he wouldnt be too embarrassed about it like Jin. I can see him erupting into giggles at your behaviour because he would find it very adorable. 

Namjoon had been busy the whole day. He was getting phone calls from here , there and everywhere. As a result the plan to spend the day with with you had been sabotaged. You stood on your tippy toes in front of him and pouted. You pointed to your lips and he immediately understood. He chuckled and bent down to give you what you wanted. “Any specific reason for trying to kill me with your cuteness today y/n?” he smiled warmly. You shook your head and walked away happy that your boyfriend paid a lil bit of attention to you.


Hoseok would be really happy if you did it spontaneously I think. He would be into cute displays of affection like this so he would love it that you tried to get his attention with a kiss, and he would oblige right away. 

He was busy texting his sister, which was okay with you, but you wanted him to pay attention to you too. You moved closer to him and looped your arm around his neck. “Hopie” you whispered and kissed his neck. He chuckled lightly, however he was still texting. You sighed. You took the phone from his hand and put it on your side of the bed. You cupped his face and kissed him. “ Did my jagi want my attention?” He asked in a cute voice. You nodded. “You are way too adorable for me to ignore you” he would lightly tap your nose, and give you a bear squeezy hug, and leave kisses all over your face making you giggle.


He would be surprised when you kissed him out of nowhere, and he would laugh. But he would just die internally at how cute you were being and get all shy and blushy (cue fluffy chimchim)

You were very hyper for some reason and Jimin had his hands full with you. He went to take a breather, but again you followed him out. “Chimchim..” you tapped his shoulder. When he turned to look at you, you hid behind him and tapped his other shoulder. When he turned around you placed a kiss on his lips. “Jagi!! Stop it. Why are you doing this to me?” he would whine and hide his face in his hands making you laugh. “Because I love you” you would kiss the hands that were placed on his face and run away. He would sigh and just give up with you but he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling.


I think he would be a lot like Hoseok. He would be just be all giddy, giggly, and smiley. He wouldn’t get enough of your kiss so he would ask for more and then you would have trouble on your hands. 

He was busy playing overwatch (haha no surprise). He wasn’t paying attention to you and also broke his promise of cuddling. You went up to him and hugged him from behind and tightened your arms around his torso. You kissed his shoulder, and made your way upto his neck. “Y/n that tickles” he warned you and laughed. You changed your mind and sat on his lap. You kissed his cheek lightly and his cheeks tinted a shade of pink. “My lips are pretty too. They deserve a kiss as well” and he would pout. When you kissed him softly he would kiss your nose softly in return. “For distracting me your punishment is… A tickle attack!!” and then he would proceed to tickle you filling the house with sounds of laughter.


Kookie would get shy as soon as you kissed him. He would smile and he wouldn’t be able to contain the butterflies that were erupting in his stomach because of it. He would just giggle and blush because it was the most adorable thing ever.

He was completely immersed in the movie that you guys were watching. He didn’t respond when you asked him what he wanted for dinner. You snaked your arms around his neck from the back of the couch and started leaving kisses on his jaw. That didn’t do anything, so as a last resort you popped your head in front of him which scared him a little. While laughing you pecked his lips. “Are we back to reality yet?” You asked while smiling. His face flushed red, and he looked down trying to avoid eye contact with you. He nodded his head. “So what do you want for dinner?” You asked as you finally had his attention. “Anything” he replied, but he didn’t care what you gave him because his heart was reeling with happiness.

Hope you liked this one. It was a really cute and adorable request. I loved writing it, so thank you for requesting anon. Send in other requests if you got some. Dont be shy 😊❤️

Reasons To Date You (Brett Talbot)

Brett x Reader

Summary: Brett overhears you in school when you’re talking with your friends about how no one never wants to date you, and he’s eager to read a list about ‘reasons to date you’ out loud.

A/N: Thank you @bonniebird for providing me with this idea, I love this so much. Also, thank you for the help. ♥

Teen Wolf Masterlist

Brett Talbot Masterlist

Your extremely bad mood couldn’t be mistaken.

It was your second year of high school and all of your friends got themselves a significant other during their freshmen year. 

Well, everyone except you, it seemed like.

“Why are you pouting Y/N?” one of your closest friend sat down next to you and you wrinkled your nose once you saw her partner sit down next to her, knowing that his would be a lunch with a cuddle-party.’

And you would be third-wheeling.

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|| meaningful silence ||

[request prompt: A Peter x reader one shot where the reader is mute and is always writing down what she wants to say to Peter? Then one day she signs something to him and it keeps happening over and over at random times when they hang out?? he realized later on that she keeps signing “I love you”???]

now it’s time for something sweet ♡

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @lovelybaka , @animexchocolate, @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry , @aenna-4 , @mcheung0314 , @samanthasmileys , @melconnor2007 , @wingsanddarkness , @tiny-friggin-human

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Wasn’t Quite Expected

Word count:2,151

Discaimer: I’m broke, don’t own IT or any of Stephen King’s novels, don’t sue me!

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, death and blood.

A/N: This is an AU Pennywise fic based off of @my-gunpowder AU so yeah! I hope you enjoy, be sure to like, reblog and comment what you think!


The dancing clown, also known as the freak of freaks in Wyatt’s Amazing Wonders of the World. Born with many disfigurements, his mother had been blamed for giving birth to Satan himself and his father willingly sold his newborn son to Wyatt for less than a bag of wheat.

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The Five Times You Caught Bucky Blushing (5/5)

Pairing - Bucky x Reader

Prompt - Gigil (Filipino) - A physical response - like trembling, or blushing - to a situation that overwhelms your self-control. For @howlingbarnes Languages of Love challenge.

Summary - Bucky was never the type to let his emotions show but when it comes to you he just can’t help himself.

Warnings - n/a, just lots of adorable fluff

Word Count - 722

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     My Masterlist

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

The fifth time you saw it you never wanted it to stop.

You woke to the strangest sensation. It took you a minute to realize that Bucky was gently kissing your stomach but then also… ”James Buchanan Barnes, are you pinching me?”

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not a dancer

request: request??? shawn comes home late one night to find y/n dancing around & singing in his tshirt to tnhmb & he really thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen so he just stands back and watches her for a while :-) I’m hurt

— word count: 840
— warnings: none

You push yourself off the bed, stripping of your clothes before moving to the closet and grabbing one of Shawn’s t-shirts. You slip his shirt over your head and pull your hair out. You bite your lip before grabbing your phone and heading into the living room. You hook your phone up to some speakers and tilt you head a bit as you scroll through your music. Shawn’s working late, so he won’t mind. Of course you decide on Shawn’s music. After you get the music going you set your phone down and move to the middle of the room so you would have some space.

“Staring out my hotel window…”

You start dancing around and singing along. Once the song really gets going you start dancing more, making up silly movements to go along. Once the song ends you wait for the next song to start and instantly start singing along loudly.

“She got a bad reputation, she takes the long way home.” You say bending back.

It’s already after midnight, but you’ve got a burst of energy and feel as though you could do this for hours. The next song starts and you jerk your body around, singing way louder than before. You start dancing around like an idiot, trying to make your movements match the lyrics.

“Maybe I should stop and start confessing…confessing, yeah. OH I BEEN SHAKING…” you shake your body around…”I LOVE IT WHEN YOU GO CRAZY YOU TAKE ALL MY INHIBITIONS BABY, THERE’S NOTHIN‘ HOLDIN‘ ME BACK!” You scream all in one breath as you jump on the couch.

You don’t even notice Shawn walk in and lean against the doorway because you’re so caught up in what you’re doing.

“Pulls me in enough to keep me guessing…” you continue, clutching your chest.

Shawn leans against the door as he watches you, a huge grin spread across his lips.


You jump slightly, but soon the room is filled with your laughter, along with Shawn’s.

“You’re insane.” He smiles.

“But you like it.” You smile.

He nods, “You got me there…”

“Besides, what can I say? It’s a good song.”

You place your hands on your hips as you try to get your breathing back to normal. Shawn grabs your hands and pulls you back to the middle of the room. He spins you around before letting go of your hands and dancing like you were just a minute.

“Look, (y/n), I dance just like you!”

“That’s not how I dance! I’m much better!”

“Yeah….okay…” he says rolling his eyes.

“Shawn!” you protest.

“What? You’re not a dancer. That’s okay. I still love you.” He grins.

“You can’t talk!” You laugh in defense.

He nods and grabs your hands again, continuing to dance with you. Shawn looks down at you, his eyes full of admiration and joy. All of a sudden he stops moving and keeps his eyes on yours.

“Wait… is that my shirt?” He questions, gently talking the fabric between his fingers.

“Uh…yeah…” You say looking down at the shirt and then back to Shawn.

“Oh, okay.” His smile reappears and he moves away a bit to keep dancing.

“You doof.” You laugh.

Shawn starts doing his ‘salsa’ dance that his fans love oh so much and you can’t control your laughter.

“What do your fans see in that dance?”

He shrugs, “Maybe it’s my long legs…maybe it’s my hips…or maybe it’s my hands. It’ll all just a big salsa dance of hotness.”

You look at Shawn before bursting into laughter.

“Yeah, okay.” You say through your laughter.

Shawn continues to dance like that, a huge grin on his face. He moves in front of you every time you look away, his grin spreading larger each time.

You and Shawn spend who knows how long dancing in the living room. Both of you are red-faced and full of laughter by the time you’re done. Shawn pulls you to him and collapses onto the couch, pulling you on top of him.

“You are adorable.” He whispers quietly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You tilt your head and scrunch your nose, a smile painted across your lips, “I know.”

Shawn laughs and sings along to the music that’s still playing. After a while of not speaking, just Shawn singing and the music playing, Shawn looks at you.

“Hmm?” You hum as you look at him.

“How often do you do this?”

“How often are you late getting home?” You smile.

Shawn laughs and rests his forehead against yours. His hands are resting on your hips and your legs are tangled together.

“You have to start saving a few songs for me.” A small smile is worn on his face and his eyes are still filled with admiration and joy.

“Yes, sir.” You smile.

Drunk in Love

Originally posted by crankgameplaysreactions

Request: If you can, can you whip up a lil headcanon or blurb of drunk Ethan and hes being really cuddly and lovey dovey with fem reader

Summary: Drunk!Ethan is v affectionate, Fem!Reader is just trying to get her best friend home

A/N: helloooooooo my friends! Idk how to do headcanons, so here is a smol thingy. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 250, smol am srry

Request some more my beautiful friends!

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other needs (robb stark au)

i know this is rlly short and i swear i will write a robb smut soon but pls enjoy this for now! (tw: creepy guy that you can imagine as ramsay)

(no gifs are mine!!!!!!!!!)

“I kept getting harassed by some creepy person as I was trying to study and they’re picking up on my ‘fuck off vibes’ and I started to actually get scared and then you put a coffee in front of my face and called me babe and scared them away thank you please let me buy you a new on one oh you have a really cute smile when you’re shy” ft Robb Stark (@papalogia)

You’ve been in the library for about two hours, and so has this creep. This shaggy brown-haired creep who’s sitting two tables away and can’t seem to stop looking you up and down. He’s been whistling at you every now and again, winking when you turn to glare at him. He’s making your skin crawl and yet you’re still sitting here because you desperately need to study.

“Come on, don’t be like that, love,” he whispers to you, a large smirk on his lips as he watches you grow more and more uncomfortable. “That’s only making me hotter.”

“You’re fucking disgusting,” you glare at him, gritting your teeth as he laughs wildly.

“Come on, don’t tell me you’re not into that. You look like someone who’s into the kinky–”

“Hey, babe,” you hear a gentle voice next to you. You turn your head and are met with a soft, gently smile and a cup of coffee next to your books. You’re about to tell him he’s got the wrong person when he places an arm around your shoulder. “Sorry I got here so late. I got caught up with my Chem study group. Is everything alright?”

Oh bless his pure soul… and his adorable accent. You almost sigh in relief as a genuine smile makes its way onto your face.

“It’s okay,” you chuckle, enjoying the red tints of his cheeks. “I was a little worried about you, but I’m fine now. I’ve just got a lot to study.”

“I know, love, I know. I’m not here to distract you, so get to your studying. I’ll do the same on my end,” he smiles and looks up, only to see the creep storming off in another direction. “And the coast is clear. Phew!”

“Holy shit, thank you so much,” you smile widely at him, letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. “I was so scared.”

“I walked into the library about 20 minutes ago and I saw him here, that son of a bitch. I have a class with him and he’s absolutely terrible,” he shakes his head, muttering some curses under his breath.

“Yeah, not the classiest guy I’ve ever come across,” a shudder runs through you as you think of what else that character would’ve said… or done.

“Hey, he’s gone now. And if you’re ever walking to class or to your apartment or anywhere really and you come across him, please,” he pulls out a sheet of paper and scribbles something on it before handing it to you. “Please feel free to call or text me any time.”

“Thank you, this is so sweet of you,” you smile widely at him and he blushes, telling you how he’s happy to help. “And am I allowed to know your name?”

“My name? Oh god,” he laughs, embarrassed that he’s forgotten. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mention it yet. My name’s Robb.”

“Well, to be fair, you were busy saving me from that monster so I guess you’re forgiven,” you smile and hold out your hand to him. “Nice to meet you, Robb. My name is Y/N.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” he smiles and takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles before slowly letting go.

“Your adorable charm mixed with that accent and those eyes and that hair… are you trying to kill me?” You raise a brow at him and he blushes, earning a playful groan from you. “How can I forget the blushing?”

“Come on,” he laughs and covers his cheeks with his hands, trying to calm himself down. “With a beauty like yourself, how am I not supposed to turn red?”

“You are so cute oh my god,” you whisper and grab a hold of his arm. “Come on, let my buy you a coffee.”

Originally posted by robbstarkmademedoit

“Oh but I thought you needed to study?” He raises a brow at you as you start putting your books away.

“Oh, I do need to study. But I have other needs as well,” you smirk and stand up, brushing your hips against his shoulder as you squeeze out of your seat. “And I promised myself I wouldn’t sleep without a guy before going on a date with him.”

You turned around and walked away but you didn’t need to look back to know that Robb scrambled out of his seat to walk after you… well he tripped but you could look past that. 

A/N: I don’t know if you all know this, but it is actually pretty difficult to find a newt gif haha so if any of you have some and would like to share???? maybe haha anyways this is all just fluff and cuteness.

Request: 'hello love’ can you do a reader (girl) x newt. pretty much, he has a really late meeting, and he leaves his sweatshirt at his bunk. once he comes back its gone, and he freaks out, and is looking around in everyone’s hammocks. he runs into y/n and sees shes wearing it. you can decide the reast.

Newt x Reader

Word Count: 657

A gust of wind blew about the glade making the branches on the trees sway back and forth and the fallen leaves to dance around you. I should have worn a hoodie, you thought to yourself as a shiver ran through you, producing goosebumps over your body.

Rummaging through your hammock, you stopped and sighed, remembering that you had sent yours to the wash. Tapping your foot, you scanned the other hammocks surrounding you, looking for a sweatshirt to take. Apparently, everyone else was prepared for the wind.

Not giving up, you wandered over to Newt’s bunk. He was in a meeting so there was a high chance he didn’t have his hoodie. You smiled, noticing the (y/f/c) piece of clothing laying there.

You were enveloped with warmth as you shrugged it on, making you sigh with relief. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you smiled as the scent of the gardens mixed with Newt entered your nose. You didn’t know why but you loved Newt’s scent.

Wrapping your arms around your body, you prepared yourself for the wind that waited for you outside.

Newt stretched, relieving the tension in his muscles from sitting still so long. The meeting had gone longer than expected, well, way longer and he just wanted to get out of there. Walking outside, a blast of wind made his step off balance. 

Rubbing his hands over his arms to get warm, he started walking towards his the homestead, remembering that he left his sweater on his bunk.

Ready to get warm, he reached his bunk only to see that his hoodie was gone. He scrunched his eyebrows together and tipped his head to the side, as he tried to recall the last place he had it and after thinking hard he distinctly remembered leaving it here.

After trashing his bunk, he started foraging through everyones hammocks, trashing them as well but still not finding anything. Letting out a low huff, he marched out, keeping his eyes out for the culprit. 

Spotting Thomas, he walked up to him, “Hey Tommy, have you seen my…” he stopped mid sentence when he noticed you. You were standing there in his hoodie which was way too big for you. It went down to about the middle of your thighs and the sleeves were too long, covering up your hands. 

You shuffled uncomfortably under his gaze, looking down and biting your lip. “Uh..I think I’ve seen it.” he watched you as you became flustered, your cheeks turning a light shade of red. He couldn’t help but think you looked adorable wearing his sweatshirt. 

“You think? (Y/n), you’re bloody wearing it.” he gestured at your body, a grin making its way onto his face. You giggled and looked down at yourself. “I couldn’t help it, mine was dirty and everyone else was smart enough to take theirs…” you stopped when you saw Newt’s eyebrow playfully raise. “So, you’re saying I’m not smart? Okay, give it here.” he reached his hand towards you, his palm facing up.

Biting your lip to restrain your smile, you shook your head. “(Y/n)…” he warned, but he couldn’t control his smile any longer. Taking a step forward, you automatically took a step back. 

Thomas couldn’t help but smile either as he watched you go to run but Newt quickly grabbed you making you squeal with laughter. You squirmed as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. “Newt! Let me down!” you yelled but you were only answered by Newt’s laughter. 

Newt turned to Thomas, who was enjoying the amusement that was happening in front of him. “This should teach the slinthead to stop stealing people bloody hoodies, don’t you think?” Thomas belted out in laughter and nodded. He watched as Newt made his way to the homestead, laughing as he pretended to almost drop you so you’d scream and clutch onto his shirt.