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Be My Hero

Summary: Being Deadpool’s daughter isn’t easy, especially when you have the Avengers and X-Men watching your every move.

Parings: Peter Parker x Reader, Wade Wilson!father x Reader!daughter

Other Characters: Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Gambit, Mentions of other Avengers and X-Men

Warnings: Mentions of Suicide, Blood, Violence, Angst, Teasing, Rejection


Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters

Real Name: (Y/N) Nessa Wilson

Current Alias: Mortál

Age: 17

Citizenship: Canadian

Relatives: Wade Wilson (Father)
Vanessa Carlysle (Mother)

Affiliations: X-Men, Avengers, S.H.E.I.L.D, Remy LeBeau, Rouge, Sebastain LeBeau, Logan Howlett, Laura Kinney, Peter Parker

Education: High Park Middle School, Richardson Square Secondary School

Identify: Known to Authorities

Abilities and Powers: Regenerative Healing Factor, Superhuman Reflexes and Agility, Hand-to-hand Combat Skills, Expert Knife Thrower


“When’s this shit gonna stop, (Y/N)?”

Wade gripped the handle of his apartment door, pulling the front door shut with a loud thud.

“The shit’s gonna stop when you stop pushing, Dad. That’s how it works.”

(Y/N) chewed on the piece of gum stuck in her mouth dramatically, making the chewing sound with her teeth as loud as possible.

Plopping down on the blood-stained couch in her living room, she grabbed her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and began looking over the notifications that started flooding her screen.

“Wow, holy fuck! Look! I’m a teenage girl!” Wade mocked, whipping his head back, pretending to flip his imaginary hair.

“Ugh - I know you’re a little girl trapped inside a man’s body, Dad, I get it. That’s why I just tell people you’re my mother.”

Wade hummed, gripping the back of his mask and letting the red and black material fall to the floor.

Singing How Far I’ll Go from Moana, Wade twirled around the living room like a princess, sticking out his arms and fingertips.

He hopped his way over to his daughter, imitating the look of boredom plastered on her face.

“Look at me …” He teased, gracefully kneeling in front of her with an innocent, puppy dog look. 

“I’m (Y/N)-” He swiftly grabbed her cell phone from her fingers, tossing it across the room without looking back. It smashed against the ground loudly, Wade not even blinking as the crashing sound filled the framed living space. 

DAD!”

I’m all about long, sullen silences-” Wade rolled his eyes, mimicking her usual attitude. “-followed by mean comments, followed by more awkward silences.”

(Y/N) grunted, letting her head drop back against the dirty couch as Wade placed his hands on her knees, keeping her from going anywhere. “Can I go? Are you gonna let me go?”

“Aw, what’s it gonna be my beautiful daughter?” He ignored her pleads for freedom.“Long sullen silence, or mean comment? C'mon, go on.”

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Stranger Things/Jim Hopper imagines - Behind closed doors

Originally posted by timmy-chalamet

AN: First of all, Season 2 is my life and my religion and Stranger Things is one of the best tv shows I’ve ever watched honestly how they topped season 1 is mind blowing. Also, me being me and you guys know me well, I was attracted to many characters on this show but Hopper is daddy (in more ways than one). I want to write more stranger things so stick around and send in requests for any character but let’s kick this off with some pure smut. You’re welcome. 

Summary: You get into some trouble and Hopper hides you away in the cabin until it blows over but isolation isn’t for you. (Basically this is what I figure would happen if Hopper had the argument with someone older.)

Pairing(s): Hopper x Reader

Word count: 1,593

Warnings: Reader is 18 so is of age. It’s cliche but you’ll like it, Mentions of dead parents. This is smut. So expect smut. Vaginal fingering, dry humping, rough sex, hair pulling, and strong language ahead. This takes place probably after season 2 as I need to use the cabin.  

You were such an idiot. You were always so careful and this is the time you get caught.

You went to the only person you knew that could help you and it was Jim Hopper. He was friends with your father when your father was alive and you figured your dad asked Hopper to look out for you if anything ever happened to him. 

Unfortunately for you, Hopper said there was nothing you could do except wait it out in hiding for it all to blow over and then took you out into the middle of nowhere to an old cabin and told you that this is where he hid Eleven. 

He told you that he didn’t know how long it would be until the storm passed but you’d be safe there. 

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anonymous asked:

How would the boys plus Jaehee react to MC being the kind of person who refuses to wear pants at home?

Author’s note: I ALMOST FORGOT TO POST THIS BEFORE I WENT TO BED

Yoosung

  • “It’s not like it’s anything you haven’t seen before!!”
  • You stood in front of your bright red boyfriend, pantless and proud
  • “I-I know, but…”
  • He trailed off, his eyes still focused on your bare legs
  • You tapped your foot, waiting for his response
  • “My eyes are up here,” you sighed
  • His head shot up, his face even more red than it was before if that’s even possible??
  • “S-Sorry… I just… you’re just…”
  • “Yoosung,” you crossed your arms, “if I’m not embarrassed, you shouldn’t be either.”
  • “But… YOU’RE HALF NAKED!!!”
  • You smirked
  • “Well, I guess you’re right-”
  • You took a couple steps forward until you stood right in front of him
  • “-so let’s make us even.”
  • In one quick motion, you pulled his shirt up
  • As if on autopilot, Yoosung raised his arms to allow you to take it completely off
  • You smiled and ran one hand down his bare chest
  • “Better?”
  • He nodded, shocked into silence
  • You planted a kiss on his lips and turned around
  • Yoosung stared at you as you walked away
  • He let out a breath and ran his hands through his hair
  • “You coming?” you called out behind you
  • “O-Of course!!”
  • He basically sprinted to catch up with you

 Zen

  • you were curled up on the couch trying to catch up on your favorite show when he came home from work
  • “Zen, welcome back!!”`
  • He set his bag down and gave you his an award winning smile
  • “You too comfy to come and give me a hug?”
  • “Of course not!!”
  • You stood up, letting the blanket fall off your lap
  • Zen’s eyes widened
  • “W-Where-I mean, your-you don’t-“
  • You crossed your arms, “Just spit it out!”
  • “WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?!?!” He gestured to your lower half
  • You shrugged, “I hate wearing pants around the house.”
  • He stare at you as if you just committed some sort of felony
  • “You hate pants?”
  • “…I’m pretty sure that’s what I said.”
  • He sighed dramatically and shook his head back and forth
  • “MC,” he held both his arms behind his back and began pacing, “let me tell you a little bit about pants.”
  • Oh god…
  • “Pants are a form of self-expression. Say that one day -and by one day, I mean everyday- I’m feeling good about myself. How would I express that? By wearing tight pants, of course! Or when I feel a little risqué? Pants with holes in them. Bad ass? Leather pants. It’s so simple! That’s what makes it art.”
  • “Did you just say… pants are art?”
  • “I’m pretty sure that’s what I said,” he smirked, mimicking your earlier remark
  • “Interesting,” you walked toward him, smiling innocently
  • Zen took a step back
  • “W-What are you doing?”
  • “Oh, nothing-” you quickened your pace
  • You stood in front of him and gave him a peck on the lips
  • “-just this.”
  • You grabbed the loops of his belt and pulled down
  • “M-MC, WHAT THE HELL?”
  • “Wha-ZEN, WHY ARE’T YOU WEARING UNDERWEAR????”
  • He stumbled backwards, covering his mouth
  • His once pale completion was BRIGHT RED it was actually the reddest it had ever been
  • Zen reached down and fumbled around, trying to pull up his pants
  • Your face was twisted into a cheeky grin
  • “Now that,” you looked down, “is what I call art.”
  • After that Zen had a nosebleed that lasted for DAYS

Jaehee

  • “Isn’t it the same as wearing a skirt?”
  • You shook your head at your naïve girlfriend
  • “Oh nonono, it’s much more,” you dramatically looked off into the distant, “…free.”
  • Jaehee rolled her eyes and began unbuttoning her own skirt
  • You watched as the fabric hit the floor
  • You looked back up at and waited for her to say something
  • “…Jaehee?”
  • Her eyes sparkled and her lips formed into a goofy grin
  • “I…I am a changed woman.”
  • She closed her eyes, spread her arms out wide, and took a big breath in
  • This was probably the first time she’s let loose IN HER LIFE
  • “I’m glad I converted you to team no pa-”
  • You were interrupted by the sound of your front doorknob turning
  • “You two should really lock your front door!”
  • Jumin walked into the room with a stack of papers, kicking the door shut behind him
  • “Jaehee, you left these at…”
  • He trailed off when he saw Jaehee’s skirt on the floor
  • almost IMMEDIATELY, his face turned bright red 
  • The three stood, petrified, Jumin staring at Jaehee’s legs, Jaehee covering her burning face, and MC gaping at Jumin
  • After a couple of seconds, each of them opened their mouths
  • “I think I should go-”
  • “I’m never leaving the house again-”
  • “Betrayed by the pants-”
  • They looked around, all of them making eye contact
  • Jumin cleared his throat
  • “I, uh… bye.”
  • He turned around and opened the door basically sprinting out of it
  • Jaehee stood in the middle of her living room mortified
  • “I am never doing that again.”

Jumin

  • He’s just really confused by the “no pants” concept
  • “Are you too poor for pants?”
  • “No.”
  • “Did you run out of clean ones?”
  • “No.”
  • “Do you want to have sex?”
  • “…Not right now.”
  • “Then why are you standing in the middle of my living room without pants?”
  • You sighed and flopped down on the couch
  • “Because it’s comfy!!! You should try it.”
  • He gave you a strange look and walked back into the bedroom
  • When he came out, he was wearing a casual shirt and his favorite set of cat boxers
  • “This is… interesting.”
  • He sat down next to you and put his arm around your shoulder
  • “I guess I can see the appeal, it’s much less restricting.”
  • “Exactly!”
  • “…You know what would make this even better?”
  • “Hmm?”
  • “If my lovely wife would go and pour me a glass of wine, so I can truly relax.”
  • You glared at him before standing up
  • “Fine.” 
  • he better hope you don’t spit in his glass… again

707

  • Well then you’ll fit right in his favorite saying is “Home is where the pants aren’t!” 
  • 9 out of 10 video chat meetings, he doesn’t wear pants
  • “But, Seven, that’s yourboss!!!”
  • “I know, but I won’t be able to concentrate with those… leg prisons on!!”
  • He huffed and turned around, walking into his computer room
  • Giving his shirt a quick dust, he plopped down in front of the monitor
  • He turned the camera on and smiled
  • “How you doing today, boss man?”
  • You shook your head as you watched your pantless husband carry on a conversation with his superior
  • “…And I wanted to congratulate you on this myself, Agent 707.”
  • “Congratulate me on what?”
  • “You got the promotion.”
  • Seven shot up out of his seat and waved his arms in the air
  • “YOU WON’T REGRET THIS!!!”
  • His smile soon turned into a frown when he saw his bosses face
  • “What’s wrong?”
  • His boss sighed
  • “Where are your pants?”
  • Seven’s eyes widened and he tried to sit down
  • buT HE WENT TOO FAST AND MISSED HIS SEAT
  • He reached his arm up and felt around for the mouse
  • “I-I’m gonna have to let you go, I’m having some technical difficulties.”
  • “…Interesting word choice for one of the nation’s best hackers… Goodbye, Agent 707.”
  • As soon as the monitor clicked off, you burst out laughing
  • “MC?? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE???”
  • “Long…enough… no pants… told you so,” you said between laugh
  • The only thing that made the situation funnier is that he was wearing his “property of MC” boxers

anonymous asked:

Heeey! Can you do a reaction about jealous BTS?

Sure thing! I’m gonna make it a “reaction to BTS’s girlfriends getting hit on” I’m so excited about these requests I’m getting from y’all  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I hope you like it!!

BTS: Reaction to their girlfriends getting hit on~Jealousy

♥ Jin: He thought today was the perfect day. No practice, no performing, just a beautiful day with his girlfriend whom he loved so much. You were all dressed up for him. He adored how beautiful you were, and he thought that he’d want to show you off to the world! That is, until people started looking. He heard the talking and he wasn’t gonna stand for that.

“(Y/n), let’s just go home. We’ll order to go.” Jin was clenching his fists and frowning. You looked in his eyes and giggled. 

“Jinnie, I didn’t get ready for nothing. Plus, I haven’t been on an actual date with you in forever.” You gave him a pout he couldn’t resist. He took in a deep breath and sighed heavily.

“Whatever you say, beautiful girlfriend of mine.” He said loudly, causing the whole crowd to look at you.

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♥ Yoongi: You needed to go shopping today, and your boyfriend who preferred sleep over shopping, decided to go with you. Why? Because he knew just how beautiful you were. He knew damn well other guys looked at you and tried to talk to you. He wouldn’t stand for it. 

 “Yoongi, I need underwear.” You stopped in front of Victoria’s Secret. 

“No way, I’m not going in there.” He said while crossing his arms. He loved to see what you buy and what you wear for him, but he felt embarrassed about going in such a place.

“Fine, wait here.” You were a little gloomy about him not coming in with you. You walked in, and Yoongi heard boys talking next to him.

“Wow what a hottie. Let’s go get her.” 

Yoongi quickly walked in after you. No wAy was he letting some other boy come close to you. He hugged you from behind, watching as your hands shifted through lingerie.

“Yoongi?” You tilted your head back to look at him. “You ok?”

“You’re never leaving the house again, that’s final.”

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♥ Namjoon: You recently posted a picture of yourself on Instagram. It was a picture that made you feel confident. Not revealing, but Namjoon saw the end of the world when he thought of the comments that you would receive for being so cute. And shit was he right. He stalked that picture of yours (screen shotting it and setting it as his lock screen, of course). Suddenly, a comment popped up, saying “DM me.” He got heated and yelled at you in the kitchen from the living room.

“(Y/N)!!” He set his phone down and huffed heavily. You ran in, thinking something was wrong. Spatula in hand, and cute frilly apron on. His eyes grew soft when he saw you, and his voice got gentle. “Don’t listen to him. Don’t listen to boys. Look at me and only me. Delete your Instagram!” He pouted the cutest pout in the world. You loved his jealousy, it made you feel secure.

“Who are you talking about Namjoon?” You wondered what got him all started up.

“That boy… He commented on your picture…” He mumbled.

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♥ Hoseok: His girlfriend was a model. (Y/n) was stunning, and she was the most beautiful girl in his eyes. He never thought he’d have an issue with jealousy, until he saw other male models and singers go after her. He kept quiet about it for a while, because he trusted you. And he did the right thing to trust you. You turned down any man that tried to talk to you because you were loyal to Hobi, and he was grateful for that.

But when you got the lead part of a drama, and you were told you had a kiss scene, he lost his shit. He stood in front of the guy you’d be kissing, giving all the attitude he contained.

“That’s my princess. If your filthy lips touch hers I’ll make sure you’re never able to kiss anyone again.” He said with no hesitation. 

Originally posted by nnochu

♥ Jimin: He angrily watched as his best friends hands touched all over his girls body. Why was this happening? It was all for show. For the MV they were working on. The producers thought it would be fun if (Y/n) ended up with someone that wasn’t her actual boyfriend, and oh boy did Jimin hate it. He’s never wanted to strangle Taehyung so badly. He knew it wasn’t his fault but he couldn’t help the way he felt. 

When the scene was over, you walked over to Jimin with a smile. “Are you ok? You look really mad…” You couldn’t stop smiling because you knew he was jealous, and it was super cute to you.

“Ok? Ok?!” He spoke in his accent, a turn on for you. “I don’t like this. (Y/n), you’re not gonna be in the MV anymore. We’ll get another girl to play the part.” He watched for your reaction with intense, dangerous eyes that wouldn’t allow you to reject.

Originally posted by chimcheroo

♥ Taehyung: He knew it was just work. Taehyung has been dealing with this crap for over 2 years now and he reached his peek. He came to meetings with you even if he was busy, because he knew there was a man with hungry eyes, watching your every move. 

Taehyung was very calm when it came to his jealousy. He was very afraid to lose you though. As he sat with you in your meeting, he eyed the man shamelessly, embarrassing you a little. You asked him to stop but he’d just brush you off. When the meeting was over, you grabbed Tae’s cheeks and kissed him gently. 

“Do you think I’d go for a jerk like that. Look at me, I love YOU TaeTae.” You smiled gently. He licked his lips nervously and looked down, biting his lip gently after. 

“I hope so…”

Originally posted by toughchim

♥ Jungkook: Jungkook knew his jealousy was getting the best of him, but he couldn’t help but take it out on you. Your ex from many years back decided to text you to ask you out on a coffee date to catch up. “How does he have your number?”

“Jungkookie, I haven’t changed my number since I was 14, of course he still has it.” You whined softly. You were on the brink of tears. “He texted me Kookie, don’t be mad at me. I didn’t even text him back…”

Jungkook heavily sighed and clenched his fists. He held his hand out. “Phone.” He demanded, and you gave it to him. He started furiously typing away, telling that boy off. He handed it back to you and tried to stay calm. “If he replies, block him.”

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starmanaresiii  asked:

Okay... you know the elevator scene from CA: The Winter Soldier? Imagine Steve waking in on Natasha showing Bucky security footage of the fight in the elevator, then the jump out of it.

“Hey guys, what’s going on?” Steve asks, pulling his jacket off and toeing off his shoes. “What are you watching?”

When he turns to the living room, Bucky is glaring at him. “Uh?” Steve says. “You okay, Buck?”

“Oh, hey, Steve,” Nat calls. “We were just watching the footage from when you jumped out of the elevator.”

“Oh.” Steve swallows, and considers his exits. “I’m…I forgot to – uh, I forgot to get. A new. Pair of shoes. I’ll be – ”

Bucky’s beside him in half a second, slamming the door Steve’s just opened. “You jumped out of an elevator on the sixtieth floor.”

Steve blinks at him. “I…tripped?”

“You are never leaving this house again,” Bucky snaps.

cancer sticks - a reddie oneshot

summary: Richie Tozier is in love with two things: smoking and a certain Eddie Kaspbrak, a voice of reason in his life.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: uhhhhhh making out(?), cigarettes, death.

a/n: huuuuuge thank you to @wyattsnoodles and @polaroidreddie (who also helped me with the proposal part i am in DEBT to you el) for beta reading i owe you guys !


Richie Tozier shared his first cigarette with Beverly Marsh, sitting late at night on the edge of the quarry, bitching like friends do. He was sixteen, young, scared and sad. And Beverly shared some empathy with him by pulling out her pack of Marlboro’s, letting him use the lighter first.

It had tasted so disgusting. It felt like he was choking but once the initial shock had passed, he laughed drowsily. “We are so fucked up.”

It became their “thing”. Beverly would suck up all her pride and somehow manage to sneak two packs from the pharmacy by complementing the clerk. They would sneak out when Richie’s father was having a bad drunken episode, or when Beverly suffered from nightmares and they’d meet at the quarry and smoke a cigarette each.


Beverly kept her habit under control, worried her aunt would sniff something from her thrift store clothes and she’d never leave the house again. Richie had a harder time. He often stole a pack or two himself, playing the pharmacist’s daughter like a fiddle with his curly hair and soft freckles. Richie started smoking even when he wasn’t at the quarry.

On his seventeenth birthday, Richie had his first kiss in a drunken haze. Eddie Kaspbrak’s soft lips crashing against his as somebody cheered in the background. 

As soon as he pulled away, Eddie frowned. “God, you taste like a fucking cancer stick.” He said, alcohol affecting his ability to filter insults. Richie pouted.

“Eddie, Eddie. You know you love it.” He grinned lopsidedly, but somewhere deep inside of him, he started to swear off his bad habit. Slowly.

The night went smoothly after that, Richie earning more kisses and a boyfriend after it was over. Happiness filled the void it had left a long time ago.

During his last year of high-school, Richie’s father smashed a beer bottle against his son’s head. Richie was out cold for eighteen hours, Eddie holding his hand at the hospital the entire time.

When he finally came to consciousness, Eddie started crying. “Oh my fucking god you asshole,” He sniffled.

Richie had never been more confused as he was enveloped into the biggest, most loving hug of his life. Richie wept into Eddie’s shirt, his head starting to pound with pain.


“I’m sorry,” He whispered. Eddie pulled away from the hug and cupped his face in his hands.

“It wasn’t your fucking fault. Your dad’s an asshole.” He kissed the freckled boy passionately, despite the hospital nurse watching. Despite there being a chance they’d get kicked out for kissing.

“Fuck, Richie, how much did you smoke before you got knocked out?” Eddie said, looking into the melancholic eyes before going back into making out. Richie’s promise to stop smoking started yelling somewhere deep within him. What else have you got in your dumbass life besides this idiot? He thought to himself, hand feeling at Eddie’s soft curls.

When Richie had turned twenty-one, the Losers Club disbanded and they all went their separate ways promising to stay in touch. Only Ben and Beverly, and Eddie and Richie stayed together.

On the final night before they all said their goodbyes, Beverly invited Richie to the quarry to smoke again.

She offered him the first cigarette: “Tradition.” she said, smiling sadly. But Richie declined, surprisingly.

“Fuck, Bev, I love him so much. He’s everything to me. W-when It was rampaging everywhere? I was so fucking worried every single night. I barely slept. That’s what threw me off the whole operation anyway.” Richie wiped his nose hurriedly on his oversized flannel sleeve. “Eddie got hurt.”


Beverly nodded understandingly. “And he told you to quit it?” She asked, lighting her own.

“I can’t disappoint him. He’s all I have.” Richie cried for the first time in a while. The clown’s scars had cut deep. Seeing his missing posters. Being scared every day. But Eddie had been there for him. He couldn’t let his love down.

Little did he know, Kaspbrak had followed the two, worried Richie would start up his habit again with Beverly. Eddie was so pleasantly surprised to hear Richie say he loved him that he almost ran out and kissed him but didn’t want to blow his cover.


Richie looked down at the water below and spat in it. “To the fucking horrifying world.” Bev cheered along with him.

When the millennium changed, he cheered along with Eddie Kaspbrak cuddling to him, and Richie laughed and smiled, seemingly having left the horrors of Derry behind. Eddie grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a long kiss as they heard fireworks blasting in their neighbor’s yards.

“I’m so fucking glad I got you.” Eddie smiled. No comment about Richie’s cancerous tasting kisses. He hid it so well, but he felt guilty all the time. But if he didn’t, the nightmares returned and his hands shook and he saw… things.

But Eddie knew. He loved his boyfriend so much, he wouldn’t be oblivious to the reek of tobacco in the bathroom.

When February rolled around, they had a big fight. “I fucking know, Edward.” Richie fought tears. “I fucking know they’ll kill me!”

“Then stop! Please!” Eddie was crying.

“Y-you think I don’t want to? Eddie, Eddie…” Richie paused for breath. “I see It. Everywhere. It’s making me insane it’s making me shake and dream bad things and,” He broke down. “I’m so afraid.”

Richie collapsed into Eddie’s arms and shivered.

“Sixteen more years.” An apathetic joy set into Richie’s voice. He laughed lifelessly.

“What do you mean?” Eddie looked down at him questioningly.

“Times up.” Richie laughed and was silent for the rest of the night. Eddie saw him throw away all his packs the next day though, and when Richie kissed, there wasn’t an overbearing flavor of mint but more chocolate milk which he still liked to drink every morning, and more fresh wind which made his hair flow so smoothly.

There was more happiness in his kisses.

2015. Richie started smoking again. It had been fifteen years since the fateful argument. And only one more year till:

“Time’s up!” He repeated every morning to the mirror after Eddie left for work.

Something changed when he realised he could marry Eddie. They’d spent twenty-three long years together hoping, wishing, they’d get to make it more official than holding hands walking down the street. And now they had a chance.

Richie Tozier wasn’t much of a planner really. He had zero impulse control but he knew he had to make this perfect. Eddie was probably getting impatient. Twenty-three years was a long time to wait for marriage. He bought a ring with money they’d saved over the years. He was proud he could afford one with a wonderful, shimmering emerald.

He picked the perfect date. A calm weekend when he knew nothing would be happening. When he knew Eddie was least expecting it. And then he waited.

On the evening of the day before though, Eddie brought a bottle of red wine home and they drunk it till the last drops had disappeared from the bottom. Richie’s head was spinning as he put on some music and drunkenly asked Eddie to dance with him.

Their big grandfather clock, something Eddie had bought because: “We need to look sophisticated, Richie!” chimed three in the morning. They were both too drunk to dance properly. Richie was just leaning his head on Eddie’s shoulder and swaying offbeat.

“Eddie,” He breathed and took in the scent of his fiance-to-be. “I love you.” His voice was slurred but Eddie still understood and buried his head into Richie’s shoulder, being flustered being one of his key drunken traits.

“I love you too, Richard.” He had once tried to get them.to use formal names but with fail. He still occasionally called Richie Richard which annoyed him endlessly, but tonight was special.

“W-will you fucking marry me Edward Kaspbrak?” Richie asked. Eddie breathed in sharply and then started crying.

“I thought you’d never ask,” He sniffled. Richie fumbled for the ring in his jacket pocket and then got down shakily on one knee and put the ring on Eddie’s finger.

“Fuck, I’m in love with you,” Eddie laughed.

October 17th, 2015. 

The bachelor party was just one big gathering of the former Loser’s Club, successful adults were chattering away excitedly, trying not to touch the minibar, nobody wanting a hangover the next day. When everybody was talking to Eddie and congratulating him, and Richie had a moment of time on his own, he went out into the balcony.

Beverly followed him and they sat on the edge of the rail, talking like old times, imagining there was a lake which reflected the beautiful sky back at them. There was only a parking lot and dumpsters where they were looking, but the moment was there.


“Cig?” Beverly asked. Richie reached out and took the cancer stick and threw it into the night.

“I’m too fucked over and too IN LOVE to fuck with those again.” Beverly laughed and then looked at him for a long time.
In the darkness of the night, Richie couldn’t see her face clearly and started seeing things.

He thought he saw her smile stretch so big it ripped at her flesh and made her eyes bulge out of her head but when he blinked, the vision was gone. He tried to shake it off as an alcohol influenced vision but felt odd for the rest of the conversation (mostly about how brave he was to ask first and how awesome it was that they were finally getting married) and excused himself quickly. He didn’t stay alone with either of the Losers at the party anymore. He was afraid of it happening again.

October 18th, 2015. Beverly tied up his bow tie neatly and patted his shoulder. “It’s going to be fine.”

Richie nodded his head, trying to swallow his nervousness. His mind was going fuckfuckfuckilovehimfuckfuckfuck.

Eddie looked gorgeous as he held his hands and stared into his brown eyes as the pastor made a speech about love and yadda, yadda, let me kiss him.

There was no ceremonious “You may now kiss the groom!”, because as soon as the pastor finished speaking, Richie grabbed Eddie by his tie and kissed him hard.

Eddie looked into his eyes and smiled so that the skin around his eyes wrinkled and creases formed on his forehead. God, they were getting old. Richie thought about the days he’d get to spend with his now-husband, the way the years seemed to stretch out forever in front of them as he had finally been able to quit his addiction for good.

He had it all planned out. They’d die together, holding hands and saying some great last words before passing away, always to be missed.

2016.

Richie couldn’t hold his tears but he was glad the rain was making them invisible.

He started his wobbly speech.

“Isn’t it ironic?” He fumbled for something in his pocket.

“Stop smoking, Richie,” He mimicked his husband’s squeaky voice. “It’ll kill you soon!”
“You always told me that.” He contemplated a moment before continuing. “And then-

A loud sob racked his entire body. “Here you are, dying before me!” He let out a loud wail, crying into the night.

“I fucking loved you. Every second ever spent with you. Every moment I held your hand, every moment you kissed me.”

“I fucking love you, Edward Kaspbrak.” He breathed shakily. “Eddie Spaghetti.” He pulled out the first pack of Marlboro’s he’d bought in a year and brought a cigarette to his lips.

“To a fucked up life.” He reached out and stroked the letters on the gravestone.

Eddie Kaspbrak
Gone too soon.
Fuck you all.
1976-2016

The fuck you all was his addition. Richie chortled with sad laughter as he brought the lighter to his cancer stick.

“Time’s up!” He mumbled as he lit it.

the heir - pt.4

Group : BTS

Member : Park Jimin

Word Count :  3,423

Genre : fluff, angst, mention of mature content

Description : It has been eight years, long enough for you to forget about him. But seeing your son everyday, who is almost a duplication of him, always brings back the painful memories of how the only one you had ever loved had died eight years ago. Killed by the police for being a criminal who had broken into a bank and kidnapped a hostage.  

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the signs as shitty horoscopes
  • Aries: The look on your face will be priceless when you find that forty pound watermelon in your colon. Trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf, then give a hickey to Meryl Streep.
  • Taurus: You will never find true happiness - what you gonna do, cry about it? The stars predict tomorrow you'll wake up, do a bunch of stuff, and then go back to sleep.
  • Gemini: Your birthday party will be ruined once again by your explosive flatulence. Your love life will run into trouble when your fiance hurls a javelin through your chest.
  • Cancer: The position of Jupiter says you should spend the rest of the week face down in the mud. Try not to shove a roll of duct tape up your nose while taking your driver's test.
  • Leo: Now is not a good time to photocopy your butt and staple it to your boss's face. Eat a bucket of tuna-flavored pudding, then wash it down with a gallon of strawberry Quik.
  • Virgo: All Virgos are extremely friendly and intelligent - except for you. Expect a big surprise today when you wind up with your head impaled upon a stick.
  • Libra: A big promotion is just around the corner for someone much more talented that you. Laughter is the very best medicine, remember that when your appendix bursts next week.
  • Scorpio: Get ready for an unexpected trip when you fall screaming from an open window. Work a little harder on improving your low self-esteem, you stupid freak
  • Sagittarius: All your friends are laughing behind your back (kill them). Take down all those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine you've got hanging in your den.
  • Capricorn: The stars say that you're an exciting and wonderful person, but you know they're lying. If I were you, I'd lock my doors and windows and never never never never never leave my house again.
  • Aquarius: There's travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus. Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-A-Mole seventeen hours a day.
  • Pisces: Try to avoid any Virgos or Leos with the Ebola virus. You are the true Lord of the Dance, no matter what those idiots at work say.
Things you can do while laying by the toilet during migraine:
  • -Wonder where that mark on the side of the tub came from
  • -count tiles until you can't take the light anymore
  • -groan aggressively at the cat who is confused
  • -design projects that you will literally never do
  • -vow never to leave the house again
  • -cry
  • -realize the wallpaper in here is disgusting
  • -turn lights off again
  • -decide you're probably mediocre-looking at best
  • -roll around
  • -think of all the shit you could be doing
  • -turn the lights back on and panic because you almost barf
  • -can't barf, curse the gods
  • -turn the light back off
  • -become suddenly religious and try praying
  • -ask the cat to kill you
  • -realize there is no God and space is huge and you're already almost one-third dead.
  • -be very still
  • -hate the guy mowing outside i mean who the hell mows this late that motherf
lightning under your skin

Yoongi scenario

genre: angst, fluff

word count: ~ 9700

a/n: Technically, in quantity, there’s probably more fluff than angst. But Yoongi’s character is quite heartbreaking in general, so I’m leaning towards it being angst. Also, I guess, it’s kind of “People have random magical powers!AU”.

mini-playlist for the story

1. Sixx A.M. - Skin. || 2. MIIA - Dynasty. || 3. Billie Eilish - Ocean Eyes. || 4. Troye Sivan - BLUE (feat. Alex Hope). || 5. TroyBoi - On My Own (feat. Nefera). || 6. Agust D - So Far Away (ft. Suran). 

“That’s just how your world worked. People were used to trying different things and hanging on to every opportunity to participate in a new activity; all in hopes to reveal the power they were born with. You wouldn’t know what it is until you found yourself in a situation, where your own magic could be used. The hardest part of the search - most powers were so random and specific, that you’d have to be pretty damn lucky to stumble upon it.”


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Are You Constantly Worried Your Whole Life Could Fall Apart At Any Minute?

Well
It will
You’ll be half asleep
In gym shorts and a t-shirt with the armpits ripped out
Wrapped in a blanket with one eye open

You could be sober
You could be the biggest drunk the world has ever seen
You could literally be a crow hanging on a sloping wire
It doesn’t matter
One day some serious shit will happen

Are you gonna cry?
Are you gonna kick yourself for not having serious shit insurance?
Are you gonna beg for help?
Are you going to become a hermit and never leave your house again?
Are you gonna bottle it all up and passively take it out on the people who love you most?

Are you gonna write weird poetry?
Are you gonna buy a Harley Davidson and then yell at your wife when she says she’s worried about you?
Are you going to stumble into the desert high on peyote and wait for a rattlesnake to tell you what to do?
Are you going to look for love to save you?
Would that make you whole?

Dead leaves scatter across the ground
Sad men eat cheeseburgers and drink weird beers you’ve never heard of
Children play outside with remote control cars and laugh hysterically when they hit each other
A middle aged woman watches murder mysteries on cable for twelve hour straight
Crows scavenge through trash and go ‘caw caw’ and whatnot
The bathroom smells like bleach
The family room smells like smoke
Time drools along

Who do you want to be?
Where do you want to go?
Would it be better to just close your eyes and wait for the whole thing to be over?
Would it be better to endlessly talk about your problems to whoever will listen?

Learn to play a piano
Write the saddest song ever written
Get a good nights sleep
And tell me specifically what you plan on doing tomorrow

the Worst Thing happened

i was taking out the trash and one of my neighbors was getting out of their car as i went by

“hey” said Neighbor. “that’s a cool logo on the back of your hoodie. what sports team is it?”

i freeze because 1. unexpected social interaction and 2. it’s not a sports team logo, it’s two mabari rampant on a shield. it’s the fereldan coat of arms. it’s this:

“uh. a soccer team,” i say. “in england. my cousin likes them”

“cool!” they smile. they know nothing. ignorance is bliss. they don’t know that the person who lives above them is a total goddamn dork. they think i know fancy sports shit

they can never know the truth

You Already Do

Originally posted by eddiekaspbraks

Anonymous Requested: For Eddie Kaspbrak: can you do an imagine where he is in his late teens/early adult years where it’s kind of a look into how he handled the events of 1989 and having to face IT from the perspective of the reader seeing how he acts and reacts to things. How he has haunting nightmares and certain things trigger a reaction out of him and he tries to cover it up despite the fear that eats at him?

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

Warnings: im not sure how good this is… hopefully it’s okay!


You found ever since you’d started dating Eddie, things were a lot more difficult than you’d originally expected. Of course, you didn’t mind. You’d wanted to date Eddie for a long time and when things finally fell into action, you were more than happy.

But… shortly after you two started dating and Eddie found he could trust you, he decided to tell you about what had happened to him when he was a kid. You both were only seventeen and while other would’ve scoffed and laughed at his story, you’d been in shock. You’d never heard anything of the like, you didn’t even know such a thing could exist in this world but you were aware of the cases of missing children that had happened in 1989. So once Eddie finished explaining it, you put two and two together.

You couldn’t understand why anything would go after Eddie, who was only sweet and gentle, like that. Let alone any other kids. 

And while Eddie had what little left of his friends he had, which really only included Richie and Bill, but even then he didn’t see them very often. Eddie’s mom wasn’t much help because there was no way she’d believe him and if she by chance did, he’d never be able to leave the house again. Basically, you became Eddie’s support and you’d have it no other way.

So when Eddie suddenly became quiet when on a walk around the neighbourhood, you immediately knew something was wrong. Little things seemed to set it off, and it was always different every time. You paused, immediately catching Eddie’s attention despite his distant expression. “Y/N?” He called, stopping just a bit ahead of you to gaze back.

You loved being able to be there for Eddie, you loved the fact that he came to you for help. But you were so frustrated that every time you never seemed to help. You knew a situation like that, so gruesome and violent, didn’t just disappear in a month, it took time and you were willing to give it time. You just wish you could do more.

So of course Eddie was confused when you’d stopped in the middle of the street, your hands clenched beside you and your head dipped down. “I wanna help you…” You whispered, already knowing he could hear.

“Y/N?” You heard the soft patter of his footsteps growing closer until you could see his shoes just before you. “What are you talking about?”

“I wanna help you.” You repeated, looking up at him. “I see you, your face fall and your eyes grow distant every time you’re reminded of that time. I want to be able to make that stop. I wanna help it stop.” The second you finished your words you saw Eddie flinch, and your face grew in concern. Had you said something?

“Eddie?” He shook his head, trying to tell you it was okay. Quickly you thought over what you said and then it dawned on you. IT.

Stepping forward you didn’t give him time to try and shrug you away. Instead you wrapped your arms around his lithe arms and pressed you against him. Eddie did not cry only fell against you, his breathing frantic. “I want to help you.”

“You already do.”

Getting to Know You

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Read the first part here! http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/158759668792/unexpected-stranger

Gaston slowly walked through the town, his arms crossed behind his back and he smiled st the villagers who greeted him a good morning.

After awhile, he managed to find himself standing at the enterance of the public gardens, it was a small space, but was filled with all sorts of lovely flowers and fauna.

Gaston walked inside, taking small glances at the plants he passed, greatly appreciating the peace and quiet the gardens offered.

Just then, as he was turning a corner. He saw someone kneeling on the ground, the embroidered fabric of their cloak pooled around them. He took one look at the swirling patterns and instantly recognized it as the one you wore around town.

Gaston’s face broke out into a grin and he went to call out to you when he heard a distressed whimper come from where you were sitting, and he moved closer to you.

Your shoulders shook violently as you sobbed, the cries muffled by the presence of your hands overlapping your mouth as you tried to silence the noise, not wanting anyone to find you in such a helpless state.

Gaston didn’t understand the way his heart seemed to drop at the sight of you, or how it appeared to cause him physical pain everytime the sound of your cries crossed his ears. He couldn’t help but feel a strong desire to hold you close and protect you from all the world’s evils.

He came to stand beside you crouching down and gently placing his hand on your shoulder.

Your entire form immediately tensed as you let out a horrified scream. “Please leave me alone! Leave me alone!” You cried desperately as you tried to hit at your attacker.

Gaston wrapped his arms around you and he tried to silence you. “Hush now, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise,” He said in a gentle voice as he attempted to soothe you. “Don’t be afriad, it’s alright.”

Your brows knitted together as you tried to remember the voice, but all the emotions and fear coursing through you was enough to make you lean your head into their chest and begin to sob.

Gaston stroked your hair and let you have a few moments to collect yourself before he gazed down at you, your hands had latched themselves tightly onto the lapels oh his coat, holding on as if your life depended on it. “Easy now, It’s Gaston.” He informed you, sighing in relief when you became less tense. “Now, tell me what’s happened.” He cooed as he carefully brushed the hair out of your eyes.

You nodded, cloudy eyes brimming with fresh tears. “I-I don’t really know, Magnus, my seeing dog, was spooked by something and ran off…” Your voice cracked painfully as you tried to contain yourself. “I…I was so surprised that I didn’t have time to tighten my grasp on his leash and I was knocked to the ground. I don’t know where I am without him, I’ve been trying to feel around for something to grab onto but,” You let out another sob as you retreated further into Gaston’s embrace. “There wasn’t anything…I’ve been lying on the ground since,” Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to recall your memory. “I don’t even know how much time as passed.”

Gaston nodded, that explained your vice-like grip on him and the harsh grit to your voice, god knows how long you’d been out here by yourself, it was like being lost out at sea without knowing which way the land was, and his heart immediately broke for you.

“We’re going to stand up now, together, don’t worry, I’ve got you, I promise.” Gaston spoke in fragments as he steadily rose the both of you from the ground. His one arm wrapped around you while the other was holding onto your hand, letting you know he was right beside you.

“Forgive me for being so pathetic,” You said, cheeks aflamed after intense tears and embarrassment you now felt. “It’s just I was so frightened, it was like the first time all over again.”

Gaston wanted to ask what you meant, but he saw the state you were in and decided it best to get you home before he started pouring into your past. “I’m going to lead you to the center of the village, right in front of the fountain, do you think you can guide me to your home from there?”

You gave him a small nod, taking slow and steady breaths as you realized you’d look quite the mess. “Yes, I can manage that.”

“We’re going to start walking now,” He said, taking a couple of practice steps, noticing how you almost tripped on yourself as you tried to mentally graph out your surroundings. “You don’t have to worry about where you’re going from here, just let me lead the way for now.”

From there on, you simply moved your feet, Gaston still had his hands wrapped around you, but one now rested over your shoulders to allow him more mobility.

He managed to lead you out of the gardens and into the path that entered the village, glancing over at you every so often to make sure you were holding up.

Apart from a few sniffles and the sound of small stones crunching under your shoes, your journey back was spent in silence.

The instant you both entered the main gates, all eyes were locked onto you and Gaston.

But mostly, people looked at the disheveled state of your hair and how puffed your eyes had become, some of them turning to whisper among their peers.

Gaston noticed a small group not so discreetly point at you before giving looks of disapproval to one another.

However, one cold glare from Gaston was more than enough for the whole square to return to their normal activities.

He would have preferred to verbally tell them off, but wished to spare you the further embarrassment that everyone had been staring at you.

“We’re here.” Gaston whispered into your ear, his breath on your neck caused you to jump slightly before nodding.

You lead him all the way to the gates of the estate you, your father, and a few maids resided close to the edge of the village. It was tucked away enough for you to enjoy a little peace, but so far out that one had to endure isolation.

Gaston looked on through the gaps in the bars impressed at the house he saw sitting at the end of a long pathway lined by rows of thick trees on either side. It was two stories tall and had windows with blue panes all over the white walls. Flowers of various sorts bordered the entire home, giving it a more lively appearance.

He went to ask how you managed to afford such a grand place, then recalled Lefou mentioning your father was a famous musician who played in Paris, and he didn’t doubt the pay would more than cover it.

“We don’t lock the gates during the day, just push.” You said simply, noticing whenever you had stalled your movements long enough.

Gaston did as told, keeping his hold on you as you walked the path, watching closely as you ascended up the small set of stairs that were infront of your door.

You shakily raised your dominant hand and rapped on the doors a few times before a kind, elderly looking woman answered, her large brown eyes widening even further once she saw you and quickly ushered the pair of you inside.

“Where have you been? It’s been hours when you left to go into the village, worried sick about you we all were!” Her thick accent and alarmed tone made it hard for Gaston to follow, but you seemed to understand every word.

“I’m so sorry, Mathilde,” You said bashfully, slowly removing your hand from Gaston’s grasp to hold it out infront of you for her to take.

Mathilde smiled and pecked the back of your hand. “Don’t worry, my dear. You’re here now and…” She looked around for a moment. “Where’s Magnus?”

Gaston took this as a prime opportunity to make his presence known. “(Y/n) was just explaining to me how she was taking a stroll in the public gardens in town when Magnus saw something that made him take off and run,” He said, keeping his hand on the upper part of your back. “I was walking by and saw the whole thing happen, but I was able to see where the dog went and thought it best to get (Y/n) somewhere she felt more comfortable before taking any further actions.”

Mathilde suddenly took notice of the tall and handsome stranger in scarlet before her, her plump cheeks flushed and she smiled at him. “Well then I’m most grateful for your quick thinking, monseuir?”

“Gaston.” He answered with a dashing smile as he kissed the old lady hand, causing her to burst in a fit of girlish giggles.

“What a charming young man you are!” Mathilde mused, and she went to wink at you her face dropped into one of concern. “My darling! What’s the matter, you look awful.”

Your eyebrows shot up and you immediately forged a convincing sneeze. “Forgive me, I’m so foreign to the french countryside air that it’s causing my allergies to act up.”

Mathilde gathered the skirts of her uniform and with a look of determination she nodded at you both. “Just you wait right here, I have some tonic in my bag upstairs.”

You held your hand out once you heard her footsteps become distant. Gaston realized you were looking for him and immediately placed his hands in yours.

“Thank you for that,” You told him, giving his hand an affectionate squeezed. “Mathilde is my oldest companion, she was my nurse and was always by my side when my eyesight began to go. She would never let me leave the house alone again if she knew what happened.”

Gaston remained silent, pleased he was getting to know you and your past a little better, then he remembered a question that had been lurking his mind all through your walk. “You weren’t always blind?”

You smiled somberly and shook your head. “No, I was born with perfect eyesight. But then when I was around nine everything started getting blurry. My father took me to a doctor and he gave me a pair of glasses that helped at first. Turns out my father knew I was going blind, but wanted me to avoid the heartbreak for as long as possible,” Your hands began to fondle the strings of your cloak as you went on. “It was fine for a while, then I would knock things over without realizing it, the colors around me grew more dull. And then…,” You took a pause, and Gaston pressed your hand, letting you know he was there.

“And then when I was around thirteen, I woke up one morning and I couldn’t see a thing.”

“I’m sorry,” He replied, the overwhelming sense of wanting to protect you only grew with the story you had shared with him, he never wished for you to experience such an event as today ever again. “Truly I am.”

You smiled thoughtfully, giving the back of his hand a small press with your free one. “Forget I even mentioned it, I don’t wish to disrupt your peace with my troubles.”

Gaston frowned, even in such a state you never wished to be a burden.

Mathilde came rushing down the hall, a packed medical case ready in hand. She took your hands and slowly sat you down on a nearby chair.

Once Gaston saw you were in capable hands, he tipped his hat at the older woman. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Madame. But if I’m to ever catch up with Magnus I must leave now.”

Mathilde gave him a puzzled expression and walked him to the front door. “You know you don’t have to bother, he’s a clever dog and when the Master gets home he will search for him.”

“Please, it’s the least I can do considering the eventful day our dear (Y/n) has had, and I’m sure she’s eager to have her companion returned to her side.”

Mathilde’s kind smile returned to her face, and her eyes glistened. “What a handsome and charming man!” She exclaimed with a laugh. “Goodluck with your search, Monsieur Gaston!” And she waved him out.