my parents were watching it on tv and i just went along

She Never Stopped Smiling

by reddit user Pippinacious

Fly was an odd kid, even by odd kid standards. I met her in sixth grade, when our alphabetically ordered last names landed us in adjacent seats, and she turned to look at me with a cheerful, gap toothed smile.

“Hi!” She said.

“Hi.” I replied quietly.

I was shy and intimidated by my first day in middle school, but she wasn’t the least bit nervous.

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All Our Secrets Laid Bare (Part One)

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: The reader’s nosy (and quite rude) relatives are coming over for an unexpected family dinner. Long story short, they expect the reader to have a boyfriend, which the reader most definitely does not have. Luckily, they do have a best friend by the name of Peter Parker. One small favor wouldn’t be too much to ask, right?

Warnings: Some angst towards the end.

Word Count: 3,524

A/N: The reader doesn’t know Peter is Spider-Man in this imagine.
Also, I’m sorry if there are any grammatical errors. My usual beta reader wasn’t available and I really wanted to get this imagine posted.
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Part Two / Part Three

Originally posted by hardyness

“You’re my boyfriend now.”

“I-I’m sorry, what?” Peter stammered back through the phone.

This was not how you planned this day to go.

“It’s a long story. Nosy relatives coming over for dinner, may have lied and said I had a boyfriend just to get them to shut up, don’t actually have a boyfriend, typical family stuff, you know?” you tried to explain.

There was a slight pause as Peter digested all of the information you just threw at him.

“Okay, so basically, you broke under pressure and lied about have a boyfriend, and now you need me to be your boyfriend to protect you from your nosy relatives?” repeated Peter.

You rolled your eyes, perfectly aware that Peter couldn’t see them through the phone call, but positive that he felt the frustration anyway, “I didn’t break under pressure, I just… improvised.”

“Oh yeah, totally,” said Peter, voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “So do you need me to be your boyfriend or not?”

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Crazy lady lit my buddy's land on fire, so he burned down her world.

Buckle up, this one’s long.

I was visiting a friend who owns and operates a trailer park- basically his house is the main office. A couple had just moved in to a lot with their mobile home. The dude seemed fine, and him and his girlfriend had just had their first kid. Well, at 3 AM just a few hours after I arrived, the boyfriend showed up at my friend’s house (the main office). Apparently, he had a DNA test done, and he found out the kid wasn’t his. So while the girlfriend was still in the hospital he started f*cking around on her to get back at her.

Well, earlier that day, she got released from the hospital, and he refused to go pick her up. So she walked from the hospital to the trailer park (easily 20 miles), and found him f*cking this girl. She went apeshit. She started trashing their tiny mobile home while he and his mistress quickly got their clothes on, and the boyfriend opted to drive the mistress back to her place.

When he got back, his soon to be ex-girlfriend locked him out of their mobile home. So, at 3 AM he showed up at the front office to call the police. My buddy woke me up, filled me in on the situation, and I went out to his living room to keep the dude company. I explained that if the kid isn’t his and he signed the birth certificate, he has 60 days to remove himself from the birth certificate- otherwise he’ll be on the hook for child support. I also explained that while calling the cops is a good idea, they likely won’t be able to remove her from the mobile home since she had established residency.

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The show made me do it....

Hi @tinkdw , @ibelieveinthelittletreetopper , @elizabethrobertajones I wanted to post this to a couple of meta writers / bloggers I follow here re my thoughts about Destiel. 

Firstly, just so you know where I’m coming from, I’m a writer of fantasy/crime/thriller/romance fiction. World building a subtle development of characters is part of what I do.

I watch crime dramas – I’m horrible to watch them with because I ALWAYS work them out – because I PAY ATTENTION to what is on screen, both textually and sub-textually. I also believe that TV is an expensive media and what screen time there is is short. So if something has made it to screen, no matter how small, it is of significance. Writers, directors, actors, editors all felt this was MEANT to be seen. I also believe that just because two characters have great chemistry doesn’t mean they have to be a canon couple. (Morgan and Garica from Criminal Minds is one of the best one screen platonic friendships on screen, I’m glad the writers were brave enough to keep them that way and not push them into a relationship.)

I’m a whoivan so I am no stranger to fandom and there is no way you can be in ANY fandom and not know of Destiel.

Now, until last year I had not seen Supernatural. It was one on my watch list but never got around to it. So I decided to start with series one DVD and see how I got on. And ok, some of series one was a bit shakey, some of the stories not great… but the premise, the backbone of Sam and Dean, their relationship – THAT was great from the start and kept me watching. It still keeps me watching.

As I got to season 4, I wondered if everything I’d heard about Destiel was real. It wasn’t why I was watching, it was the brother’s journey that kept me going. Shippers are passionate, GIFS can be created to emphasize a point, but when those GIFS are out of context of the episode – did they still stand up as “Destiel”? So I went into season 4 open minded. (PS I’ve also had no issue accepting that Dean is a repressed bisexual – hints have been made all along, character building)

Oh.Dear. Lord. It’s real.

But let me take a step back. When watching S4 most of the time I was watching Cas on screen, his intensity with Dean appears to be him trying to work out the man he saved. His orders were to pull him out of hell, put him back together again. He did that, and in doing so he knew EVERYTHING about Dean until that point. He returned him to Earth the same bright souled, flawed human that he was, along with all his loves, fears, hopes and dreams. Everything he was, and everything he hid. His self loathing. Castiel KNEW everything about Dean.

But knowing someone and understanding them are different things. What I see in most of S4 is Cas trying to understand Dean. Because the man he put back together is not the man he sees and knows is really there. (He sees performing Dean before the other important people in his life do.)

Dean for his part mostly looks like his every hidden fantasy walked into the barn that day. And because it’s not a door he’s even prepared to peek through, it’s all unsubtle looks at Cas, his body language screams attraction when his actions say otherwise. (And “The Rapture” was fantastic as showing that he is drawn to CAS not JIMMY.)

S5 was seemed to build more on above, but if their plan was to end at S5 then you could say that they are brothers-in-arms. Castiel the angel that can’t quite figure out the human he saved and Dean the human who never felt worthy of this new friendship/crush, which also left him bemused.

S6, Dean with Lisa. Well this was where I was wondering if Destiel would be ticked to the curb. But no. Dean needed to experience what he thought he had wanted. What he believed his parents had before that November night.  He tells Lisa in S5 that when he pictured himself happy, if was with her – but the reality wasn’t what he wanted. He cared about them, loved them. But when he walked away from them after Cas took their memories, he wasn’t broken.

Cas in this season is clearly falling for Dean. He goes from intrigue and mild jealousy (Anna) in S4/5 to full on heart eyes by the end (The Man Who Would Be King) is just epic.

S7 – despite the reduced role of Cas, it was great for setting up grieving Dean for later seasons. When Cas is lost to the Leviathans, Dean is equal parts upset and angry for Cas’ actions. But in the end he still carried that trenchcoat around for months, in various cars. But he did the same with Bobby and the flask, and there is no ambiguity as to his feelings towards Bobby. For me he grieved the loss of family in both cases and in similar ways – that was until they both return. Dean’s reactions are different to the return of Bobby and Cas. Subtly different, but different never-the-less. (Then you compare the loss of Cas and Bobby in this series to S13? There is NO comparison. He hasn’t lost a friend/crush or father figure, he’s lost the absolute love of his life).

And Cas/Meg? Well there is a great relationship. Two great actors and chemistry, with an obvious set up for a possible “impossible romance” (which could have been enthralling in its own right if Destiel wasn’t pushed in my face 😉 ) but their chemistry worked so much better in the platonic sense.

I’m only half way through S8, Cas is out of purgatory and this is for me when Destiel the ‘romance’ is going canon. Benny’s reaction alone when Dean and Cas reunite is telling. You can see his brain going ‘friend my ass!’.

For the most part, what I’ve seen is subtle acting by all parties, a slow progression from strangers to comrades, to friends and now friends who are clearly falling for each other - it could have stayed platonic with some odd but explainable behavior between Cas and Dean. It is all there, on screen if you look. Now, I may be a few seasons behind but I know what is happening currently and I’m highly encouraged they are showing a deeply complex, touching and enduring love story where the characters have gone on an epic journey to find that love. The genders of those characters means fuck all.

I know for many of you what I’m saying is old news. But I wanted you to know that someone who has only recently started watching Supernatural and went in with an open mind, I can clearly see what is in front of me.The show made me do it. I ship Destiel. They are one of the greatest OTP’s of all time. It isn’t imagined. It isn’t exaggerated by GIFS.

For those of you who have studied this series into the minutest of details (and not just for Destiel) and those of us who are observant and see these small things as we have watched – we are being rewarded. For those who choose not to see, or have their own petty reasons for not wanting see such a powerful love story, well they are the ones losing out on something spectacular.

Wow, this ended up being longer than expected (a theme in my writing, haha!) and it didn’t go into any real detail!

Keep on meta writing and being awesome in this fandom - your blogs make me smile.

dancing-thru-clouds  asked:

Okay, Tegs, I'm gonna have to ask you to explain the 'getting asked to leave preschool' thing

Preschool was a weird time for me. I was one of those horribly precocious children- I’d taught myself to read before I was three- and so while my classmates were learning their ABCs, I was reading chapter books I’d brought from home. It was honestly a total waste of time, and I acted out a lot because I was bored as hell. It was really more like day care, but understaffed- for the entire three and four year old class, there was only one teacher. Her name was Sister Ida and she would play us songs on the guitar and sing. But this wasn’t enough to mollify me; I had been SO EXCITED about school because that’s where you get to learn. The kids in books all went to school- my mom says that the summer before I started pre-school, I’d get out of bed and wake her up in the middle of the night asking if it was time to go to school. But then school turned out to be an utter disappointment. A lot of preschool is really about socialization; learning to share, learning to get along with other kids, learning not to be pushy- but I would shut down around other kids because I just wanted to read books. I’d throw a fit when my books were taken away, so Sister Ida just let me read. What else could she do? My parents didn’t want to move me up a grade because I was bad enough at talking to children my own age and they really didn’t think I’d thrive with kids older than me. I wasn’t more mature emotionally than my age cohort- I was just academically quicker, and that was a recipe for disaster if they’d bumped me up. 

My parents could never get stuff done with me around, because I was always asking a million questions, so they turned to that old standby, the electronic babysitter. If I was out of books to read, I could turn on the TV; my mom just left the one in the living room tuned to the Discovery Channel.  This was old school Discovery Channel, not the reality show network it is today, which meant that I was watching animal documentaries all the time

One day, I saw a documentary about sea turtles. Specifically it was a program about the miracle of sea turtle birth- how they have so many eggs and how they don’t all make it to the sea. There was a segment on how the sea turtles find mates and how the males hang onto the females for up to twenty-four hours and how mating is violent but then she has all those eggs… I thought it was amazing. It seemed like some kind of magic trick- insert magic wand, presto change-o, baby sea turtles. I decided that I would take this in for show and tell- I would demonstrate (drumroll, please) mating

I had these little plastic turtles that I put in my schoolbag. Show and tell came around and when it was my turn, I stood up in front of the class and said “I’m going to show you how sea turtles mate!” 

Sister Ida was not fast enough to stop me. I started talking about how the sea turtles entered a mating bond and stacked the plastic turtles on top of each other and then talked about how the eggs came out of the female’s cloaca. It was upsetting to the other children because I was using big words they didn’t know and it was upsetting to the nun because I was teaching three year olds about sex. When I started talking about how the male enters the cloaca and stays there for as long as a day and how the female sea turtle tries to bite him because his claws hurt, well… they’re just lucky I didn’t have visual aids beyond those two plastic turtles because male sea turtle genitals are enormous and horrifying. 

This all led to a conference with my parents where the principal explained that 1.) I wasn’t learning anything; 2.) that my boredom was actually diminishing my burgeoning social skills; 3.) and that I was introducing material that wasn’t grade appropriate to kids who didn’t understand. Really, it was the best thing for me- the principal thought that I’d be better off at the public school where they actually had resources beyond a singing nun with a guitar. So when it was time for kindergarten, that’s where I went. 

🐰 EASTER SENTENCE STARTERS.

Happy Easter to those who celebrate!

❛ What are your Easter plans? ❜
❛ You’re never too old to hunt some eggs! ❜
❛ I’m going to Church, mind joining me? ❜
❛ I hope you have a wonderful Easter my friend! ❜
❛ I can’t believe it’s supposed to snow on Easter! ❜
❛ We’re coloring some eggs for Easter, want to help? ❜
❛ I’m baking some goods for Easter, mind helping me? ❜
❛ Are you supposed to boil the eggs before coloring them? ❜
❛ Hey! I got a dollar in one of my plastic eggs! ❜
❛ I never really went egg hunting, ever in my whole life. ❜
❛ So, you walk around and find eggs? That’s it? ❜
❛ Are you going to go shopping with me later? ❜
❛ How does this outfit look? I’m going to wear it for Easter. ❜
❛ Who gets drunk on Easter? ❜
Oh, Easter! Another holiday to use as an excuse to drink! ❜
❛ I drink on all holidays, especially Easter. ❜
❛ I’ve got a surprise egg for you! ❜
❛ Help me fill these eggs with candy. ❜
❛ I can’t believe it’s already Easter. ❜
❛ I never really cared much for Easter, or any holiday. ❜
❛ You didn’t come to the Easter festival today? ❜
❛ Isn’t this like for kids more than anyone? ❜
❛ A holiday to play with eggs! Sounds delightful! ❜
❛ I’m taking my child to see the Easter bunny, want to tag along? ❜
❛ I always loved getting my picture taking with the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ This egg is my egg, I’m keeping it. ❜
❛ Please don’t say you’re wearing that? ❜
❛ I made you a Easter basket. ❜
❛ I got you a Easter basket anyway. ❜
❛ Easter candy is my favorite! ❜
❛ Don’t wait up for the Easter Bunny for that one. ❜
❛ Christmas and Easter are probably the two holiest days in the Christian calendar. ❜
❛ I enjoyed watching the Easter Parade. ❜
❛ The shops are closed on Easter. ❜
❛ Are you going to that Easter thing this weekend? ❜
❛ I’m decorating for Easter, want to help out? ❜
❛ Hey, check out this cool Easter banter I’m going to hang later. ❜
❛ I have a chocolate egg just for you. ❜
❛ I love Easter and all the pastel coloring! ❜
❛ Pastel colors are Easter’s aesthetic. ❜
❛ I just love all these pastel colors! ❜
❛ Tell me, what is Easter again? ❜
❛ Ahh, Easter! Another holiday with great candy! ❜
❛ I’m so not ready for Easter yet. ❜
❛ So, doing anything fun for Easter coming up? ❜
❛ I hope you have a wonderful Easter weekend! ❜
❛ I always loved Easter as a child! ❜
❛ Easter is like my favorite holiday! ❜
❛ I got you a Easter card, hope you like it. ❜
❛ What should I get my boy/girlfriend for Easter? ❜
❛ I really wanted to get you something for Easter. ❜
❛ We should totally sign up to be in this Easter parade. ❜
❛ They’re handing out free candy because it’s Easter this weekend. ❜
❛ They do have Easter baskets on sale, want to get check them out? ❜
❛ There is nothing in this basket but candy? ❜
❛ I’ve got some extra Easter supplies you can use to make a basket. ❜
❛ Easter is like a arts and crafts holiday. ❜
❛ I’ve never been so excited for Easter before! ❜
❛ Why are you so excited for Easter? ❜
❛ I think this Easter will be better than my last. ❜
❛ It just feels like another day to me. ❜
❛ I can’t believe you don’t want to have some fun! ❜
❛ Did you get the basket I mailed you? ❜
❛ I mailed you gift. ❜
❛ Happy Easter! ❜
❛ I don’t really want to participate in this event. ❜
❛ Aw, you’re such a downer! Cheer up! ❜
❛ I really need your help with sitting this up. ❜
❛ I will never be able to pull this Easter party off. ❜
❛ Hey, it’s a double holiday! My birthday is this Easter! ❜
❛ So, is Easter is always on a Sunday? ❜
❛ I can’t believe you’ve never went egg hunting before. ❜
❛ You have not lived until you’ve hunted for eggs like they were gold. ❜
❛ It’s a Easter costume contest, just do it with me! ❜
❛ Who wears a costume on Easter? Other than the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ Plot twist, I’m the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ What’s a good book to read to kids on Easter? ❜
❛ This is the best way to go about doing it I guess. ❜
❛ I really didn’t Easter was this weekend. ❜
❛ I thought Easter had already passed. ❜
❛ Is there going to be food at this event? ❜
❛ Aw, what a cute picture of you and the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ I’ve got so many baskets to make this year. ❜
❛ I’m going to church with my family, I told you already. ❜
❛ I love this Easter day sale. I’ve been here all day. ❜
❛ All the stores are having a sale for Easter and I’m not missing it. ❜
❛ I just bought so much Easter crap. ❜
❛ I collect Easter eggs, if you were wondering why I have so many. ❜
❛ Okay, we got everything we need, now let’s get to work. ❜
❛ The school is having a Easter thing in the gym, want to go with me? ❜
❛ I never understood Easter. ❜
❛ Does the Easter bunny have a name? ❜
❛ Let’s just go shopping, that’s always helpful. ❜
❛ I really must admit, I didn’t think you could pull this off. ❜
❛ Is that a Easter bunny I see? ❜
❛ Let’s go to the petting zoo for Easter! ❜
❛ I love Easter festivals, they’re so much fun! ❜
❛ Well, for what it’s worth you make the best Easter bunny. ❜
❛ Wow, you work as the Easter bunny at the mall? ❜
❛ I’m dressing up as the Easter bunny this year for all the kids. ❜
❛ I’m just here to take pictures for my scrapbook. ❜
❛ Let’s start a Easter scrapbook! ❜
❛ So, we’re heading out early tomorrow, set your alarm. ❜
❛ Man, coloring eggs is pretty messy. ❜
❛ You should have put newspaper down before. ❜
❛ I got you a pet rabbit for Easter. ❜
❛ What’s a good Easter gift for someone? ❜
❛ Is Easter this weekend? ❜
❛ Ever notice how Easter is always on a Sunday? ❜
❛ I’m ordering pizza for Easter, I don’t care! ❜
❛ Okay, so cute these papers into shapes of eggs or rabbits. ❜
❛ I’m send you a special someone for Easter. ❜
❛ Did you ever get that Easter basket I made for you? ❜
❛ I love making Easter baskets! It’s so much fun! ❜
❛ We’re setting up a Easter theme. ❜
❛ This is a beautiful Easter play idea. We should do it. ❜
❛ Are you auditioning for the Easter play? ❜
❛ The school is having a Easter day play, you want to come? ❜
❛ It’s perfect weather for a Easter Sunday! ❜
❛ Okay, help me hide these eggs for the kiddos. ❜
❛ We have to hide all these eggs. ❜
❛ Fill the rest of those plastic eggs. ❜
❛ The eggs you found you keep. ❜
❛ There is going to be a egg hunting contest later. ❜
❛ Don’t forget to watch for the Easter bunny on TV later. ❜
❛ I’m not that into Easter this year. ❜
❛ How are you not ready for Easter? ❜
❛ Is Easter always chaotic like this? ❜
❛ I’m going to take Easter pictures with my family. ❜
❛ Easter cards are an actual thing? ❜
❛ Wait, so you had no idea it was Easter? There are posters everywhere. ❜
❛ I auditioned to be in the Easter play at school so I could skip going to church with my parents. ❜

Lingering Effects: Arrow 6x01 Review (Fallout)

Hello friends!!! Missed you guys! Man it has been a long writing break for me. I hope I remember how to do this!

Another hellatus survived! Another season premiere! Six seasons - wow. We’ve put in a chunk of time with this show. What I admire about Arrow is they really pay attention to what worked and what didn’t in the previous season and try incorporate those lessons into the next. Arrow has five years of lessons informing their sixth season premiere and the episode reflected it.  

There is a seamless fluidity and confidence to “Fallout.” Arrow knows what it does best and what it doesn’t. The captain of the Arrowverse, the original DC TV show, “the veteran” is owning their experience. The cast feels incredibly well integrated, it’s fast paced, funny and emotional. Most importantly it answers the long awaited “cliffhanger” while still leaving some unanswered questions and launching new mysteries.

The term “Fallout” is an interesting choice for the episode title. It stuck with me as I watched because of the open endedness to the term. The definition of fallout is:

1 a :the often radioactive particles stirred up by or resulting from a nuclear explosion and descending through the atmosphere; also :other polluting particles (such as volcanic ash) descending likewise

b :descent (as of fallout) through the atmosphere

2 :a secondary and often lingering effect, result, or set of consequences

There is no conclusion or end to what happened on Lian Yu and what Adrian Chase did.  The characters are still falling through the consequences. Some are grappling more than others with the, but the lingering effects are shifting them all in new directions. For some, these new directions are wonderful. For others, it is like a radioactive particle slowly descending all around them… like a cancer taking hold.

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Airports

Masterlist

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (mentions of platonic!Harrison x reader)

Summary: You pick Harrison and Tom up from the airport and sleepy boys give sleepy cuddles.

Warnings: mentions of sex, fluff

You weren’t having a particularly busy day. You were trying to do some cleaning done before the boys came home this evening but you had gotten side-tracked scrolling through Instagram so you hadn’t got time to do the vacuuming before Harrison rang.

“Afternoon, ugly.” Harrison’s voice filled your ear and you heard the unmistakable sound of Tom laughing in the background.

“Now is that any way to talk to your best friend?” You berated him, “I take it you’ve landed?”

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What I Can’t Give You

Request: I was wondering if you could do a Bucky x reader where Bucky notices that she gets upset whenever anyone mentions babies when she used to love the topic before and he finds out that she was recently diagnosed with infertility? If it’s too complicated or you don’t feel comfortable writing it, I understand! Thank you either way! ❤ - @blazeshira

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1492

Warnings: Talk of infertility, brief mention of sexual activity, it’s angsty and fluffy? 

A/N: Hello! I know this isn’t exactly the exact same as the request, but it was what I was able to create, so I hope it’s alright!! xo

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to love someone broken [2]

Summary: Everyone finds out how you know the metal-armed assassain. || alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader || multi-chapter

Warnings: Angst (?)

Notes: Thank god for @retroasgardian, I’m sorry this is late!!! 1.3k words

MASTERLIST || PART ONE || PART THREE

Originally posted by pinkywinky44

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Headspace

MASTERLIST

Word count: 2,981

From y/n: Shits going down again…

From Shawn: How bad is it?

From y/n: It’s ‘I’m in my room crying again’ kinda bad…

From Shawn: Just hang on, I’m coming to get you

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Pack Mom pt.2 - Derek Hale x Reader

Originally posted by secretgif-s

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Prompt: Request! – Liam starts getting jealous when Isaac gets more attention than him, soon it becomes a competition between them that you decide to indulge in. (Also inspired by Woman – Honne.)

Warning: None! Just FLUFFFFF!

ENJOY!!

*****

“Isaac honey can you pass me the butter.” You muttered as you grabbed the bread from the cupboard.

“Okay Mama!” He smiled as he grabbed the butter from the fridge bouncing over to you as you grabbed a knife out the draw.

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When I Met A Girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’re My First - Clay Jensen Smut

Clay Jensen x reader

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader gives her first blowjob to Clay who is also receiving his first? And/or leading to loosing their virginity

WARNINGS: Smut, swearing


“What do you want to watch princess?”

“I don’t care, you can pick whatever.” I’m laid up with Clay in his room as he surfs the guide. It’s a Saturday night and I rather be with my boyfriend than home alone. Granted we are alone right now, being that his parents are out at some function, but at least we are alone together. I trace circle on his clothed chest as his eyes are focused on the TV, finding something to watch. I can tell that he is pretending to be into the TV so that he doesn’t need to focus on my hand against him. I snuggle more into him as he sucks his teeth.

“There are no good movies on babe” he says, throwing the remote down as the TV stopped on Full House. 

“Then we don’t watch TV, we can do something else anyway” I say, as I slide my hand under his shirt. He looks a little nervous as he looks down at my hand. 

“Like what?” He sounded a little nervous, but flirty at the same time. I move my leg across his torso and put my lips up to his ear. 

“Anything.” I pur. He looks down at me, his eyes on mine. His eyes flicker down to my lips and I know he wants nothing more than to feel my lips on his. As if he read my mind, he pulled my face up to his, pressing his lips onto mine. The kiss was nice and slow. It’s like our lips were made for each other. His tongue grazed my bottom lip as he asked for an entrance. I didn’t allow him in to tease him and he squeezed my thigh making me yelp. When I opened my mouth he stuck his tongue in, softly wrestling with mine. I rolled on top of him and sat on his lap, never breaking our kiss. The kiss suddenly went from slow and sweet to more rougher and needy. Clay’s hands were on my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. When I started to slowly move my hips against his, Clay suddenly withdrew from me.

“What’s wrong, why’d you stop” I pant as he avoided my eyes. When he didn’t say anything, I got worried.

“Did I do something?” I ask. His eyes found mine again and quickly shook his head.

“No no no, god no. It’s just I’m getting a little um..a little-”

“Horny” I smirk, looking down between us and seeing him semi-hard. He looked embarrassed and nodded his head. A giggle at his nervous state.

“So what babe.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m rushing you.” He said looking down.

“Last time I checked, we are both virgins. And what if I’m ready.” His eyes widen and he swallowed hard. 

“A-are you sure, cause I’m not rushing at all trust me, I can wa-” I stop him from rambling on by crushing my lips on his. 

“Clay, I love you and I’m ready. I mean if your not that’s fi-”

“No! I am, it’s just we don’t have to. It won’t make me love you any less if we don’t.” I smile at his cuteness and press my forehead against his. 

“I’m ready Clay.” I pull on his shirt so that our lips collide again. Feeling his body against mine made me loose the fear in the moment and only made me want him more. I pull away to take my shirt off as he took off his. He stared at my bra and looked away when he noticed I saw. I pulled his faced back towards me and smiled.

“I’m all yours Clay.” With that, his mood lightened up as his hands cup both of my breast squeezing. I threw my head back as I felt his lips on my neck, sucking lightly. 

“Your so beautiful y/n.” He unclasped my bra and I suddenly felt so exposed and nervous. He can tell I felt weird by my face.

“Don’t be shy about your body, you look amazing.” I smiled and loosened up as his lips went to my breast. His lips attacked one of my nipples, while softly massaging the other. I bit my lip to keep me from moaning as his sucking got more harsh, making my core wet. I started to hump back and forth on his now rock hard member, making him groan against my breast making me moan. The friction beneath us was killing me and I want nothing more than to take everything off. I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down as far as I could without moving off his lap. 

“Clay can I try something?” I pant as his sucking went from my breast to my neck, surely leaving like 10 bruises. 

“What is it babe?” He said, not breaking his series of kisses. 

“I-I um want to please you..” I felt his kissing stop as he stayed there, probably waiting for me to finish, or just not knowing what to say. Probably both. 

“You know..please you down there.” I felt so shy asking him, but I really wanted to make him feel good like he does to me. I just want to do it in a more intimate way. 

“U-um I don’t know y/n, you don’t need t-”

“I want to.” He looks at a lost for words, debating on what to say. When we takes to long, I just take matters into my own hands. I slide off of him, sliding his pants all the way down, along with his underwear. When I did, his dick sprung all the way up, smacking again his stomach. I positioned myself so that I was in between his legs with my butt in the air, looking up at him. 

“Y/n stop you don’t hav-” I quiet him by slowly taking his entire member into my mouth, almost gagging. I come back up, licking his tip while pumping him with my hand. 

“Oh my-” Clay’s eyes were shut tight as he threw his body back. I flattened my tongue against the side of his shaft before taking him in my mouth again, pumping in and out faster. 

“Fuck babe, that feels good” He’s a moaning mess above me as he looks down at me sucking him. His eyes are glued to mine as I look up at him through my eyelashes, pumping my hand faster. He’s a groaning mess as he continues to do a string of curses. Unaware of what he’s doing, Clay starts thrusting into my mouth, making me even more wet. He grabs my ponytail and that was my motivation to go faster. I take all of him in my mouth, not caring that I was gagging, as I started picking up my speed. I start to moan with him still inside me and that threw him over the edge. 

“Fuck! y/n I’m about t-” He doesn’t know what to do with his hands as he releases inside of my mouth. I swallow what’s left as he pulls me up to him, kissing me passionately, still panting.

“Sorry that I did that, I should have told you I was…you know.” I smirk at what he was trying to say, “That’s okay, I liked it.”

Clay turns us over and starts peppering kisses down my neck. He kisses all the way to my stomach as he pulls my underwear off. He comes back to my lips, smashing his with mine, his hands roaming all over my naked body. He stops and looks at me.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked genuinely. 

“More sure than anything.” I smiled. He pulled off of me and got something from his desk draw. When he came back, he hovered back over me, pulling on a condom. When he started having trouble pushing it on, I held in my giggle, stopping his hands. 

“Let me help.” I unraveled it, slowly pushing it on his member, making sure to lightly squeeze him in the process, making him groan. I wanted this, his body on mine.

“I’ll be gentle” he breathed, his voice soft, “Just tell me if it hurts.” I pulled his face closer to me, making that as a sign for him to go. He starts to slowly push into me, giving me this stretching and ripping feeling throughout my body. I try to adjust to him as he continues pushing in slowly. I squeeze my eyes shut, gasping into his mouth as I grabbed his arms tightly. I whimpered as I just waited for the pain to go away. He pulled away from my lips as he looked at me.

“Is this okay?” he pants, looking at my face for any bad reaction. I nod my head, wanting him to keep going. 

“Yes baby, keep going.” I try to focus on the pleasure, even though I can still very much feel the pain. I was slightly tense and as if Clay sensed that, he started dropping kisses against my jawline, making me more relaxed. I started grinding my hips up against his and wrapped my legs around his back. He started thrusting a little faster, his eyes shut as he started groaning. I moan, tilting my head back into the pillows. As his speed picked up, the pain slowly subsided, giving me nothing but pleasure. I felt his weight on me, his body against mine and I realized just how much he meant to me. 

“Fuck princess, you feel amazing” he moans into my neck. I tighten my grip around my neck, moaning into his ear. 

“Baby f-faster please” I whimper. He did just that, his thrust getting deeper and deeper. His body slap against mine and all I can hear are our loud moans and the headboard against the wall. He picked up his speed even more making me dig my nails into his back, surely leaving a mark. 

“Fuck baby!” He screams, drilling into me. My breast are jumping up and down as I scream louder, the pleasure becoming overpowering.

“Clay! oh my god!” The faster his thrust got, the more I felt my stomach clench up. My body started to stiffen as he kept pushing in and out of me, on and on. 

“Come for me baby” he whispers and I let go.

“Fuck Clay!” My body went limp as I exploded. He kept pumping through my orgasm as I squeeze around him and in the same second, he screamed out my name, releasing himself. With both of us still panting and breathing heavily, I open my eyes to see Clay staring back at me. He slides off of me, laying his head on my bare chest. I run my hands threw his hair, kissing it after.

“That was amazing babe” I breath out, earning a nod from him.

“If that was amazing, wait till next time.”


A/N - This was my first Clay smut!!! Hope you liked it, I did!! 

She’s My Girl

Request: “Your imagines are great. Keep up the fantastic work. Can you make a stan uris or richie tozier imagine where he and the reader are dating and it’s the scene where they are jumping off the cliff and he gets all protective. And the guys know this so they make it their mission to make him jealous. -Anonymous”

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“Richie or Stan imagine where they’re swimming with the losers and they all start complementing the reader about her body they’re like ‘why date a loser like them when you can”

Pairing: Stan Uris x Reader

Warnings: None

You and your amazing boyfriend Stan Uris started dating a month after Freshman year started. Even though you knew each other a couple of years before that you decided to wait and see if things worked out by themselves. Luckily they did and it was so obvious that you and Stan were just meant to be. Your friends Bill, Richie and Eddie were the first ones to see it and point it out to the both of you. 

You were at home celebrating that you were now on summer break which meant no more school. Why celebrate that in your house locked up in your room? You were planning to just watch TV, read books and anything that involved staying indoors unless someone invited you to go outside with them then that would be the only exception. 

It’s like someone read your mind because your mom came and knocked on your door.

“Y/N Stan is downstairs with the rest of your friends waiting for you to go swimming with them in the lake.” Your mom smiled as she popped her head into your room.

“Tell them I’m going to get changed and I’ll be right down in 5 minutes.” You said enthusiastically. 

First you put on your swimsuit and then over it you put on your regular clothes. Once you were done you slipped on your sneakers and went downstairs.

“Bye mom I’ll see you later.” You said kissing her cheek.

“Okay have fun honey!” She said kissing you as well.

You went through the back into your porch to grab your bike. Once you had it you walked through the side of your house, finally making it to the front where all the boys were standing.

“Y/N!” Eddie exclaimed.

“Hello boys.” You smiled as you walked over to Stan and placed a kiss on his cheek causing him to blush and give you one too.

“Gross.” Richie said jokingly. 

“Oh be quiet you’re just jealous.” Stan said.

“Yeah and don’t disrespect them they’re my parents.” Eddie stated.

“They’re not your parents.” 

“They are my fake parents if I was their real child hell I would be lucky to have them as parents.” Eddie defended.

“Same.” Ben continued.

“Agreed.” Bill finished off.

“Yeah you’re right.” Richie admitted.

“Thank you guys.” You smiled as all the boys just nodded.

“Someday?” Stan asked referring to if someday you and him could have kids of your own if you were still together. “Someday.” You smiled.

“Alright alright let’s go.” Richie said.

You all hopped onto your bicycles and sped off towards the lake.


Once you got there all the boys were standing at the edge of the large cliff/rock looking at the water below them.

“So who’s first?” Richie asked.

“You guys are seriously too scared to jump off?” You asked unimpressed.

“If it doesn’t look scary to you why don’t you do it?” Richie asked.

“Is that a challenge Tozier?” You asked.

“Hell yeah it is.” He replied.

“No Y/N you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” Stan defended.

“Actually don’t worry about it Stan. I got this babe.” You stated.

You stepped back and took off your shoes along with your shirt and finally your shorts. The boys didn’t get to say anything because you ran and then jumped off the cliff diving into the water perfectly.

“Your turn Losers!” You shouted as you smirked once you reached the surface.

“Holy shit.” Eddie spoke up.

“That was hot! Her body is WOW.” Richie exclaimed.

“Amazing.” Bill complimented.

“Hey that’s my woman get your own.” Stan said as he nudged Richie.

“Come get her if you can before I get to her.” Richie smirked as he jumped off the cliff.

Immediately Stan followed after him then Eddie, Bill and finally Ben. All of the boys were now in the lake as well as Beverly who the boys had invited after you all met each other when Henry Bowers cut Ben’s stomach.

You were about to swim over to Stan when Richie wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you away from him.

“Stan!” You exclaimed as you giggled.

“Why date a loser like Stan when you can date me?” Richie asked as he continued to pull you away from Stan.

The next thing you know Stan swam over to you so damn quick it was unbelievable. He went in between you and Richie causing him to let go. Stan dunked Richie underwater only for a couple of seconds.

Then he cupped your face with his hands and kissed you passionately. You melted into the kiss as you heard the boys and Beverly cheering and saying many things.

“Ohhh.”

“Damn.”

“Get it Stan!”

“Wowzers.”

“Cuties.”

When you and Stan broke out of the kiss you covered your face as you blushed madly. 

“That looked like a fairytale kiss.” Beverly chuckled as she noticed your starstruck face.

“It was.” You giggled.

“Definitely.” Stan said as he kissed you again.

“Okay okay calm down we don’t need you both having babies at just 14 years of age wait 10 more years I promise you can do it.” Richie said causing you all to burst out in laughter. 

Only the future could tell that. But you knew for a fact that you and Stan’s love would last forever, you didn’t doubt it.

Can’t Help Falling in Love - Peter Parker

Request: I was wondering if you could write a peter parker x reader and have the reader being able to play the Ukulele? And maybe have peter not know she plays and he catching he playing/singing? Lots of Fluff? I hope you notice this! Ps love your writing sweetheart💚 (requested by @nevaehsuga)

Summary: As an avid music lover, the ukulele was just another instrument you had learned to play. However when Peter catches you playing, he can’t help but be amazed.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Words: 1,522

Warnings: major fluff like i was squealing while i was writing

A/N: first request guys! this was super fun to write, so i hope y’all enjoy. i’m working on a part 2 to Forgiveness in Time, so that’ll be up tomorrow. remember that requests are open and im honestly so happy when i get them! ALSO ITALICS ARE FLASHBACKS!


There were three constants in you life; your love for your family, space, and music.

Growing up, the relationship between you, your parents, and your sibling was tight. No matter the situation, the love shared between yourselves was constant.

Space was also consistent. To anyone else, space is just something out of their reach; a beautiful sight to behold, but no one bothers to look because they are busy sleeping. Not you, though. Although space had always fascinated you (let’s be real; NASA was the goal), space was just a way to show that there was so much you didn’t know, and that you curiosity was always overpowering.

Music, however, was not an art. To you, it was a religion. From as long as you could remember, music had been incorporated into your life. In the fourth grade, you joined an Honours Choir, signing in competitions all across New York City. In the seventh grade, you joined the middle school band. You picked up the clarinet and played well enough to have been invited to join the New York City Honour Band less than a year after you started to play.

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World’s Best Dad (Part 8)

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Summary: The reader spends the day with Gracie before having an important conversation with Dean regarding their relationship…

World’s Best Dad Masterlist

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 4,400ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I want a cuddly Dean…

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Just a game pt 6

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. Now her thoughts and dreams are haunted by him and she knows he loves to play…

…the reader knows she’s well and truly fucked after her steamy dream about Pennywise. It was so naughty and messed up but her body desires him probably more than life at that point. But was one night, maybe two worth it with the clown before he devoured her? Or was the will to live even stronger?


Warning: s m u t

Hey guys we are here with part 6 of this series. I think I see the end on the horizon as much as I hate to say, but what do you think? I don’t want this to end but everything does. Thanks for the support since I started this, I say this every time but I honestly appreciate you all. I’m literally gaining nearly a hundred a day which is insane! I will open requests when this story is over cuz it’ll be fun. One thing though, send me direct dms if you wanna talk cuz I can’t answer asks and I can only reply to comments via my main but people will be confused haha. Also, let me know if you wanna be tagged in this and future works. Anyway, let’s get to the story this is too long.

If you do not like this kind of content then just scroll on, it’s not worth reading and saying shit about. I am trying to keep out the main It movie tags.


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You knew they suspected something. It was the day following your erotic dream and you were in the diner from the first day getting breakfast. You were on edge constantly, your hands gripping onto your returned phone. For some miracle, it was working still which was good because now you wouldn’t have to take to replace it or lose all your files. The problem you had though was it just reminded you of Pennywise which spurred on your internal desires.

“(Y/n)?”

You heard your voice being called. You blinked and your head slightly turned to your friend who’d spoken.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked. They gave you an odd look, brows furrowed slightly and eyes wide.

“We were all talking for ages about what we were all gonna go back to after this trip but you haven’t even been listening.” They shot at you. Damn. You felt ashamed with yourself that you’d become so easily distracted that you were neglecting the time with your friends. You pushed your hair behind your ear and cleared your throat.

“Sorry, just tired.” You lied carefully. (Bf/n) scoffed.

“You can’t be, we weren’t out for very long and you went straight to bed.”

You cursed under your breath and scowled.

“Yeah well I woke up and I couldnt get back to sleep so easily.” You shot back agitatedly. Your best friend’s eyes narrowed slightly and she opened her mouth to argue back but luckily for all of you one of the others cut in.

“Hey! Both of you need to stop this! Ever since we came back here you’ve been at each other’s throats nearly the whole time! It’s like you’re not even the closest anymore.”

You bit your lip at you gazed at the woman of whom you’d nearly grown up with and you saw desperation in her eyes. Desperation to know what was happening to you and if she could help. You sighed gently, releasing your lip from your teeth.

“I’m sorry… I just- there’s a lot happening right now, stuff that is because of the return to this town. It’s really messing with me and in return for it I’m being a real bitch.” You mutter. You half expected to be waved off and for your friends to laugh but instead there was a wave of sympathy that surprised you. The friend next to you took your hand and rubbed her thumb over your knuckles.

“Hey, we noticed this too. Maybe coming back here really was a bad idea, and then with those child disappearances is really not helping the situation. Maybe we should bring this vacation to an end or something.” She suggested. Your eyes briefly met (bf/n)’s.

“I…I’m already leaving at the end of the week.”

Silence followed your words and you felt your heart jolt fearfully. Were they unhappy that you had decided this alone? But then the male in the group nodded.

“That’s fair. We can all just regroup somewhere else some day anyway. Let’s just cherish the rest of the week.”

You smiled in appreciation. You could do this.


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After breakfast you all had decided to go to the friend that lived in Derry’s house for a bit of quiet time. No one wanted to watch the television because the only thing being shown were broadcasts about the missing children and propaganda of the parents sobbing and begging everyone to come fourth with any news on their children. It was too upsetting and you knew the others suspected you would have a breakdown if you were to hear anymore on the children.

You knew it was on you, Pennywise wanted you to know that you couldn’t possibly win when it came to his game so he was trying to lead you to him and let him have his way with you. At times you were so tempted to just give up and take yourself down to the sewers and seek him out, let him destroy your mind and your body, but a more fearful part of you, one that wished to live pulled you from these thoughts because the possibility of dying was terrifying. You would tell yourself that it was only a few days until you’d leave Derry and never return and you would be set on that path instead.

You realised that once again you were deep in your thoughts which were a dangerous place to be in that moment. You groaned a little and ran your hands through your hair. You hadn’t noticed that two of the others were playing video games whilst the others watched because you were so lost in your head. You pushed off the sofa you were sat on, your head spinning. It caught the attention of the others for the game was paused and heads turned in your direction.

“(Y/n)? Where you going?”

“I’ll be right back. Just going to the bathroom.” Your voice was hoarse and weak, you doubted that anyone had caught wind of what you’d said. You didn’t hang around long enough to find out though. The climb up the staircase was unusually sluggish and slow as you dragged your feet up each step. The floorboards creaked when you stumbled along the landing to the bathroom. You shoved the door open and slammed it shut behind you and let your composure slip. You were exhausted, your heart pounding as it would if you’d run a marathon and your skin felt clammy. You propped yourself up against the sink with your hands and stared down at the faucet until you reached and turned one of the nobs and listened to the water hit the sink bowl.

You’d absolutely no idea what was wrong with you, why you were feeling so sickly all of a sudden. The only explanation for your state was lack of sleep but you were used to being up late anyway and not being affected like this. It hurt your head trying to find an explanation so you resorted to cupping your hands and allowing the water to pool in them before splashing your face in attempt to reawaken. And then you felt it. Someone was right behind you.

You turned sharply, face still dripping water down your shirt and you were ready scream the house down. However, an all too familiar cotton gloved hand speedily smothered your mouth for they knew you would react like so. Pennywise smirked as he towered over you.

“Hi there, little one. Fancy meeting you here in a bathroom.” His voice was the same chilling mix of gruff and squeaky, exactly as it had been in your dream. “I hope you slept well last night, it would be a shame for you to lose out on sleep.”

You could hear the utter tease and sarcasm in his voice and it had you lean away from him, his hand still over your mouth to prevent you from making noise. It was him who was responsible for that dream. You should have known it was. What else should you have expected? It was ways going to be him. He knew you were thinking this for a chuckle rumbled through his chest, so much so that you could feel the vibrations in your body and it sent a tingle through your nervous system. You pried his hand away from your mouth but he only moved it to cup your chin, his thumb stroking you.

“Fuck you. Just leave me alone.” You said quietly. His head leaned down towards you until he was inches away.

“I know you plan on leaving here and never coming back,” he began, and then he moved closer still until his lips brushed against your ear, “but I won’t let you.” He whispered.

Your whole body was trembling again at this point as his breaths tickled your skin. He can smell your fear as it radiates off of you. But it was mixed with another scent; something primal and sweet. He leaned away from your ear to your face and you could see drool beginning to slowly dribble down his chin.

“I can smell more than fear… You know what I smell, little one.”

You whimpered pathetically and pressed your ass against the sink harshly, anything to get away from him and his words. He knew you were both terrified aroused by him and knew he could use it to his advantage. He closed the small space between you both, now chest to chest with you (more like your head to his chest) and you could only smell him. Of all the times you’d encountered him, you expected him to stink of the sewers but that wasn’t the case at all. He smelt oddly like candy floss or popcorn, but then again, he was trying to portray a clown.

You stare up at him fearfully, biting your lip. He licked his own plump lips, smearing saliva around. His buck teeth were exposed to you as he did so. You hated that you had dreamt of him sinking those teeth into you and you hated yourself more that you were thinking of him doing it in reality. Right now.

Pennywise slowly leaned his face down close to yours and his lips barely brushed against your lips like a feather and your head moved to follow them. The clown chuckled deeply at your reaction.

“You tell me to leave you alone but then you’re craving me so much… Just submit, little one, it’ll be worth your while.”

You’re conflicted. If only you’d stayed downstairs. You wouldn’t be in this position now, a monster clown seducing you whilst scaring the fuck out of you at the same time. You’re unable to decide not to play his game for the hand that wasn’t gripping onto your chin was now cupping your warm sex through your pants. A sharp gasp filtered through your lips at the sudden touch and he giggled. You gulped a moan away as his long fingers teased.

“P-please!” You whined. He tutted and pressed his fingers on his other hand on your mouth.

“Shh…You’re gonna attract the attention of the others downstairs and we don’t want that, do we?” He reminded you. You’d forgotten that you were in your friend’s home and everyone was only a floor down. But it was difficult to keep quiet for the clown had now slid his gloved hand into your pants, your thighs parting for him, and was brushing his fingers against your sensitive cunt. The fabric of his glove was so soft and thin that you could feel the heat of his fingertips still.

He massaged your tingling clit with his thumb whilst his longest finger slid into your slick, burning entrance. A moan was definitely about to escape your mouth so you did the only thing you could think of; your mouth closed around his fingers and you bit down slightly, sucking on them. Pennywise grunted in utter surprise and his eyes were wide in fascination.

“What’s this?” He questioned rhetorically as your eyes fluttered shut. A second finger had joined the mix in your hole and your hips had begun to buck slightly. You had an idea, one that you’d never considered before. Whilst his fingers moved quickly in and out of you and his thumb circled faster and faster, you reached one of your hands out and continued forward until you could feel his crotchular area. Pennywise hissed sharply and sure enough, you could feel a cock there because it twitched under your touch. The hand in your mouth was ripped away with a string of your saliva connecting to it and he grabbed your hand, pulling it away from his cock.

“What are you doing?” He growled. Your body had tensed but his hand in your pants still moved.

“I-” you couldn’t answer as his fingers curled up into your g-spot, stars filling your vision like a hazy filter. You moaned loudly, your head thrown back. Your friends downstairs were definitely able to hear that, you thought to yourself. Pennywise realised this too and so he slammed his lips to yours for a kiss to silence you. His fingers worked faster as his mission to make you cum became the only thing that mattered. You loved his lips on yours, even if it meant he had to keep you quiet for in reality you didn’t care if they could hear you anymore.

The sound of your cunt squelching wetly around his fingers filled the room and you could feel yourself drawing near to your orgasm. It was too good, your mouth opening and it being invaded by the clown’s tongue. He also tasted sweet, something you really didn’t expect at all but you loved it.

With one last thrust of his fingers against your g-spot and a pinch of your clit your hips were jolting and your whole body trembled violently, your moans being swallowed by the clown’s mouth. This was the most powerful orgasm you’d ever experienced and you knew no human could ever top this for as long as you lived. You felt so wet and dirty when Pennywise eventually slipped his hand out of your pants and when he pulled away from the kiss you watched as he brought his soaked hand to his lips and suck on them, tasting your juices. Your were breathless as you slumped against Pennywise, much to his surprise. Your body would occasionally twitch with the aftershocks of the orgasm but you did not move until your heart rate had slowed and Pennywise did not push you away. You chuckled softly.

“I’m so fucked.” You breathed. Pennywise smirked and pushed your hair behind your ear from where it had fallen forward.

“You are. It’s…interesting.”

You said no more, you couldn’t. The sound of knocking on the otherwise of the bathroom door made you freeze.

“(Y/n)? Are you doing alright in there, you’ve been a long time.” One of your friends called. Pennywise winked and before your eyes he was gone, leaving you on your own. You cleared your throat and attempted not to sound like you’d been in an intimate situation.

“I’m fine. I just needed to take some time.” You replied clearly. You turned back to the sink and your eyes catch the mirror. Your skin was flushed and there was red paint around your lips. In your post orgasmic high you chuckled at the mess before you began to wash it off. This trip to Derry had been a rollercoaster.

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Yoooo it’s super late whenever I upload, Like rn it’s nearly 12:40am. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and here are the tags,

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