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Once Upon A Dream (Part One)

Fandom: Riverdale
Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader/OC
Rating: NSFW, Mature
Warnings: Language/Cursing, Adult Themes/Situations, Emotional Stress/Angst, Gang Activity, Underage Drinking/Drug Useage (Party responsibly!), Rivalry, Smut!
Format: Part One of Three

Note: So this is a little something that popped into my head, inspired by the song, Wildest Dreams. Silly, I know, but some of those lines just seem to fit Sweet Pea so well. I couldn’t resist. This has a slight AU!Quality, where there is a strong football rivalry between the Southside High and Riverdale High. Cliche, perhaps, but I lovee it. There’s some Archie!Angst in the beginning, so if any of you are a sucker for that! This will be a three part mini-series, and should wrap up after the third part!

Looking at him, she couldn’t help but think he was beautiful.

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anonymous asked:

Ok, so I just read a fic about soulmates and in it everyone has a tattoo with his platonic soulmate and one over the heart with his romantic soulmate and I just thought what if every ami is a platonic one to each other. They all feel like outsiders bc of that many tattoos but all knew there were that many people that love them in a platonic way and I think that would be so sweet

Dear Anon. Now. This might sound crazy but I’ve literally been thinking about this AU since like late 2016 or something, I just LOVE the concept of platonic soulmates and Les Amis as one great big, beautiful soulmate pile and I actually kind of have a whole concept for a fic in my mind for ages, I kid you not, but you know. Time and stuff.

See, this has been in my notebook for a while now:

So I know my writing is not the most perfect one and this is kind of an (aesthetic) mess but I just wanted to share with you my terrible drawings but you know, visuals.

Basically my thoughts in a nutshell:

  • A Soulmate AU where your soulmates mark appears somewhere on your body once an emotional bond is formed which can be platonic or romantic which then would be distinguished by the soul mark being right over the heart
  • So usually people have like two, three soul marks, three is already a lot
  •  Cue to Les Amis who all have like 8 and more
  • Enjolras, Ferre and Courfeyrac all have each others soul marks on their palms
  • Enjolras’s soul mark is a poppy, Courfeyrac’s is a sun and Ferre’s is the Earth
  • (Couf and Ferre were confused for ages because they’re already each other’s platonic soulmates but they also kind of have feelings for each other?? Butterflies-in-the-stomach kind of feelings?? So when one day Ferre’s soulmark appears right over Courf’s heart he panics because he thinks the other one disappeared but it didn’t, it’s still there, same happens to Ferre and they’re both kind of freaking out because things like this don’t happen but in the end they figure it out, they’re both romantic and platonic soulmates and live happily ever after)

So about the other marks that Enjolras has:

  • Joly’s mark is a little umbrella flying in the wind while Bossuet’s is a balloon, like one of those happy, colourful ones that kids have on their birthday parties
  • A quill on the outside of Enjolras’s right wrist belongs to Jehan
  • Bahorel’s soul mark are two fists right in the middle of Enjolras’s spine
  • Feuilly’s soul mark are cupped hands and it’s on Enjolras’s left pectoral, the closest he ever had to his heart
  • When Joly and Bossuet bring Grantaire to one of the meetings, his mark doesn’t appear anywhere on Enjolras’s skin and it’s confusing because Grantaire is confusing and he stays, and he fits into the whole group and Enjolras’s doesn’t know what to make of that feeling he fits somehow but different to the others
  • Lots of obliviousness happens, pining and soft, slow getting to know each other and one morning Enjolras wakes up with Grantaire’s vine curled over his heart and chest and knows
  • Grantaire’s vine over Enjolras’s heart has little blossoms everywhere
  • A petal of Enjolras’s poppy appeared over Grantaire’s heart the very first time they met and started to slowly grow into the whole flower


  • Cosette’s soulmark is a lark while Marius’ is a sparrow
  • Montparnasse’s mark is a knife, while Claquesous, Babet and Guelemer have an épée, bayonet and spiked mace respectively

So @potatoesareimportant and I were trying to design Star and Marco’s kids. Rodrigo, named after Marco’s chest hair but he doesn’t know that, definately takes after his mom in more than just looks and is the firstborn. He is very social and a bit of a troublemaker and likes to party and have fun. But even with him being a bit reckless at times, he always looks after his little sister putting her first before anything. He is very overprotective but tries not to hover over her the whole time cause she likes her space. He always cooks for her, he likes to cook and she likes his cooking.

Cielo, Marco calls her his Cielito Lindo, is very timid and shy, the complete opposite of her brother. Has crescent moons on her cheeks. Even though she is the second born she will be the one to inherit the throne. She keeps to herself and always plays it safe, Safe Kid 2.0. Loves books and studies a lot to prepare herself to be queen because she feels like she won’t be as good as the queens before her. Rodrigo makes sure she leaves her study and gets fresh air, and food.

Both are trained in martial arts and battle strategies and can kick butt when needed. Marco makes sure to teach them about their Latin heritage and both speak Spanish.

I’ll add on more once we figure more things out. Might change her dress and we still have to figure out a wand design so if y’all have any suggestions my ask box is always open :3

The wedge between us ~ Part two

Moodboard made by @fantasyworldbb

A/N ~ Here is part two already for my babe @tabis-eyebrows, it’s still her birthday, so here is a surprise second present xoxo. On another note, I contemplated long and hard about something I put in here. But seeing as I wrote it before it became a reality and I sort of only brush over it and he fact it is essential to the story line, I decided to leave it in. Please don’t come at me for it, as i said, I WROTE IT BEFORE IT HAPPENED.

Theme ~ Friends AU

Pairing ~ Choi Seung hyun x Reader

Featuring ~ Bigbang

Rated ~ Angst

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You let out a sigh, leaning your back against your front door after closing it. You wished you could turn back time, even just a little bit. Go back thirty minutes ago when you ripped out Seung hyun’s heart and left him to clean up the pieces, you didn’t want to be so vicious but it was a defence mechanism you had acquired from your upbringing and life since.

The downfall of being taught to be tough was that you were never really taught to deal with your emotions, instead they should be pushed so far down that no one could find them, not even yourself. Especially when someone had hurt you, dealing with the aftermath of being hurt always made you feel lost, a feeling you never had any regard for or became accustomed to.

Shaking your head, you pushed yourself off the door, going straight to the kitchen to put the groceries away. You didn’t feel much like cooking after your encounter, instead opting for an easy, less nutritious meal. A microwave dinner.

You sat at the table, taking the first mouthful, you winced. The overuse of salt making you think back to the night the trouble began, the first move she made to drive that wedge between you and the person that was once your best friend.

You descended the stairs, everyone sitting at the table, already waiting for you to join. You took the empty seat between Jiyong and Seungri, the meal sitting in front of the empty chair indicating that was your designated seat.

“Shall we eat?” Seungri asked from beside you but looking at Seung hyun, the other man giving him a nod of approval. Seungri quickly picked up his cutlery, digging in straight away, you giggled as you thought about the whining he must have done before you got there.

“Doesn’t it look great?” Seung hyun asked excitedly, giving Jungmi a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for going to the trouble” you said softly.

“I hope you all enjoy it” she said to the room with a smirk but her eyes stayed on you, your brows knotted as you looked back at her. Something about the way she spoke and the look in her eyes was bringing back your distrust of her, a voice inside telling you to be weary, to tread carefully.

You placed the first bite in your mouth, a strong bitter taste enveloping it, making it water, along with your eyes. You placed your hand over your mouth, trying to hide your expression of absolute repulsion. You tried to swallow but your throat wouldn’t let you, it was as if it had closed over from the horrible taste.

“Are you ok Noona?” a concerned Jiyong asked from beside you, making the whole table stop eating and look in your direction. You nodded in response, trying to swallow again but your reflexes caused you to choke.

“I’m sorry” you managed to mumble before jumping out of your seat and running to the kitchen, rushing to get the paper towel so you could rid your mouth of the disgusting food.

“_____?” Seung hyun called just as you were spitting out the food, his brow furrowing at your actions. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, the food is just too salty for me” you replied before grabbing the orange juice out of the refrigerator, closely followed by a glass to drink it out of, the sweet taste wiping the saltiness from your taste buds.

“What? You don’t like my cooking” Jangmi’s voice asked from behind you, you turned to see her standing behind Seung hyun, out of his view as she smirked wickedly at you. You wanted to wipe that smirk right off her smug face, to put her in her place but you had promised Seung hyun you would be nice and to be honest, you didn’t want to allow yourself to be brought down to her level of pettiness.

“I’m sorry but some people just have different tastes is all” you replied politely.

“Bullshit” she suddenly shouted, as soon as she did, you knew this was going to be another one of her shows. “You just want to make a fool of me in front of everyone”

“Jagi, I’m sure that is not what _____ is trying to do” Seung hyun replied, jumping to your defence. You couldn’t stop the smile that spread on your face, it always pissed her off when he stuck up for you and not her.

“Then why is no one else reacting the same way huh? You always stick up for her and not me, I’m your girlfriend”

“Jagi, please calm down, it’s not a big deal” Seung hyun said, attempting to calm her.

“It is a big deal Seung hyun, she is acting like I tampered with her food, as if I were some petty little girl”

Before you could stop it, a giggle burst from your mouth at her words, she was a petty little girl. Always chucking tantrums until she got what she wanted and Seung hyun was always playing the fool to her games, giving into her, every goddamn time. Seung hyun gave you a stern look over his shoulder, warning you to stop before turning his attention back to Jangmi.

“See” she said with a croak in her voice as she pointed at you, her eyes filling with liquid at her command. You had to give it to her, her acting was on point. “She is always coming between us and I can’t take it any more” she yelled, her feet giving a little stomp before running out of the room.

“Jagiya, wait” Seung hyun yelled as he ran out after her, you sighed and rolled your eyes, leaning back on the bench. She had him wrapped around her little finger, using her powers of persuasion to get him to do whatever she wanted.

You couldn’t understand how he couldn’t see it, how he could put up with someone so childish and immature but then again, you could. Jangmi was what guys would call gorgeous, she was good looking, even without makeup. Her skin and hair perfectly flawless at all times, her figure wasn’t anything special but she had legs for days and guys seemed to love that. She would get attention wherever she went, double takes and sideways glances from strangers on the street.

Jiyong entered, his lips pursed to the point they were almost non existent, he was carrying two plates. One empty, one full, obviously yours.

“She just loves a good show that girl” Jiyong stated as he scraped the plate into the bin, glancing up at you for a moment to see you nodding in response. He smirked as he approached the sink, rinsing off the dishes, he said “Your meal did seem overly salty” he put the plates in the dishwasher before leaning against the bench beside you. “Especially considering mine had zero salt”

You picked up the microwave meal and threw it straight in the bin, the whole night and the memories they brought making you not feel much like eating any more.

Distraction, that was what you needed and you knew the best thing. You let your body fall on the couch before picking up the remote, you clicked through the channels, trying to find something to watch that would satisfy your needs for a distraction. To stop thinking about him and what happened, about how easily he threw you away after all the years you had known one another just for a girl. That’s all she was, a mere girl.

Something caught your eye, something familiar. You skipped back to the channel, your body going rigid and sitting upright on it’s own as you realised what it was, it was Seung hyun’s house. Although your friendship was over by the time he built it, you still knew it was his, it was always plastered through magazines.

Reporters were set up outside his house, cameras catching every second of what happened. The text floating across the bottom of the screen filling you in on what happened, it was her, it was Jangmi.

She had thrown a shit storm at him, releasing a tell all about dating T.O.P of Bigbang. Letting the whole world know his secrets and the things he got up to in his private life. His struggles with depression, the real amount of wine he drank, the things he said about people, what kind of person he was in the sack and how good he was or wasn’t, even down to the size of his manhood. She had given them everything, nothing was left untouched and she seemed to have made it out as if she were a victim.

You slumped back, your fingers running through your hair as you let out a sigh. That was why he looked the way he did, that was why he looked weak and broken, why he was so desperate to talk to you and why he felt the need to tell you he missed you.

A pang of guilt hit you, your chest constricting as you relived the last words you said to him. “I don’t miss you”

It’s Thanksgiving week, and allow me to be a little bit sentimental. One of the things I’m most thankful for are the amazing people who follow me, support me, and generally keep my head over water even though things are tough. Love to you all and I hope you enjoy your holiday.

anonymous asked:

Your ex’s ex is talking shit about you on tumblr. You don’t have to post this or anything, just thought you should know dude

Wow, I find it hard to think about what she’d post considering I’ve never even spoken to her… a little bit concerning how she is still thinking about me 👀🤔
I guess my ex was right about her after all… I appreciate the heads up my dude, I hope she gets over her little obsession soon.


Happy 9th anniversary, SHINee!! ♡ ♡ ♡   #9yearswithSHINee

BTS replaced you. - pt.2

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.END]

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After the conversation we shared I muted the conversation, there was nothing I wanted to hear anymore and nothing I wanted to do but sleep. I was curious of what they had to say, if anything at all but at the same time I didn’t want to know because they probably don’t think it’s a big deal they’ve missed my birthday three years in a row. I sat at my dining room table, staring at the candlelit cake in front of me. It was their favourite, strawberry flavour and just looking at it reminded me of them and how they won’t be here again to share this too large cake for one with me.

For so long I believed that we were best friends, that we were inseparable and nothing or no one could come between the friendship we shared because we had been through so much with one another. But I was wrong. They let her get between us. I don’t want to be a selfish brat that I’m seeming to be, but they just forgot me so easily after spending a week with her, wouldn’t that hurt you? They used to be the first people to say happy birthday to me, even if they were away they’d never forget to FaceTime me at 12am - but this year, even though we were supposed to celebrate, they didn’t call at 12, they didn’t send me a text. Because they forgot, and they left me waiting for them like a fool standing outside the restaurant in the winter cold holding my own birthday cake. They promised. They promised that they were going to celebrate with me this year for sure, they even made sure they had no schedule clashes today so that we could celebrate, but just like that they forgot and I was replaced with someone new, someone better.

People looked at me funny, people who walked into the restaurant, had their meal and came back out to see me still standing there alone - they all looked at me with pity in their eyes. ‘That girl must’ve got stood up’ must be what they were all thinking. Yeah I was stood up by my seven best friends. The entire week they’ve been hanging out, the entire week they’ve dismissed me. ‘If it was important we would have remembered’ ‘Clearly wasn’t all that important’, that hurt to say the least, it only told me how much I didn’t mean to them, making it clear to me that they don’t need me in their lives anymore because they have someone new, someone that let’s them have the personal space that they needed and I understood now. I was only ever thinking of myself and what I wanted. Maybe they didn’t forget, maybe this was their way to tell me that our friendship is over. 

I blew out the candle without making a wish, wishes don’t come true. I’ve wished for the same thing the last two years and each following year I end up getting disappointed. I crawled into bed and went to sleep, eyes slightly wet from crying. But a few hours later, I heard my phone ring; I picked up without even checking the caller ID. 

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“We’re gonna escape from this world!”

ok what the FUCK is Harry Hart



“International intelligence agency operating at the highest level of discretion” UNLESS SOMEONE CALLS EGGSY A RENTBOY AND THEN I WILL BEAT UP A GROUP OF MEN IN A BAR AND NOT WIPE THEIR MEMORIES SO THEY DON’T DO IT AGAIN

“Galahad, late again sir.” “Galahad, the others were beginning to wonder if we were going to have a double toast.” HE IS ALWAYS LATE?? WHY HARRY

“Manners maketh man” MORE LIKE ‘DON’T BE FUCKING RUDE’

1937 Chateaux D’Yquim and Twinkies for pudding YOU SNARKY SHIT






I'm Not Your Toy: Part Two

A/N: Welp this is seven thousand words of pretty much pure smut. Like literally. Enjoy.

Word Count: 7k+

Warnings: NSFW. Ooey Gooey smut. Vaginal fingering, tit worship, rough/loving sex.

Summary: You’d supported Steve and his decision to not kill Bucky. Fuck, you even supported Steve when he’d literally started a war over Bucky. Done jail time for him. But you what you couldn’t manage to do for the life of you, for the love of Steve, was get along with Bucky. Especially when he managed to make you blush every time you were in the same room as the man


Everythings a little bit of a…blur.

The strong dose Percocet had kicked in and turned your mind into slow moving mush. You clearly remember inviting Bucky to bed with you, and him crawling in next to you, but leaving enough space between the two of you so that your bodies didn’t touch. He was being so careful, so aware of you. So good to you. Even though you knew he was just as exhausted- mentally and physically, as you were from the mission.

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every road leads to an end

this is for everyone in my inbox who asked for a mike coming out story.


Mike’s hands are shaking as he reaches for the phone on the corner of his desk - a hand-me-down he’d nabbed from Nancy’s room when she’d packed all of her things and headed off to college two summers ago. He nearly knocks the entire thing to the floor in his haste to grab it.

“Get a grip, Wheeler,” he mumbles out loud to himself, but he can’t quite stop the tremor from coursing through him - it’s the adrenaline, maybe. Probably not fear. Definitely anger.

Mike shakes his head and pulls out a piece of crumpled paper from his desk drawer, taking his time to punch the neatly-written numbers into the keypad on the phone. It rings once, twice, three times.

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Everlark scenes I always put on repeat. Part 1/?

Time After Time

Summary: The five times the universe appeared to be against you when you wanted to ask Steve out.

Word Count: 4,447. (yikes, might want to grab a bowl of popcorn or feed your cat while reading this)

A/N: This is basically a remake of an old Peter Parker fic I wrote a while back, but of course I switched things up and improved it. Thanks to my pals @heaventide & @theassetseyeliner for being my betas. Hope you like! 

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

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Safeguard | Grand Admiral Thrawn | Star Wars

I’ve been wanting to do a non-chibi version of Thrawn and a ysalamir for a while now.  I’m glad I finally got around to it!  :)

(more Thrawn fanart | more Star Wars fanart)

Getting Jealous

Summary: The reader was supposed to be Steve’s tutor, but Steve walks into the library to see her helping Billy. Does he really get the right to be jealous if they’re just friends?

Word Count: 3519 

Authors note: I cannot believe how smutty this is guys…holy shit…get ready for smutty angsty Steve!! Lmk what you think:)

You were chewing on a pen, focusing on the paper you were currently reading. Your concentration was broken, however, when you felt someone staring.

Bringing your head up you saw Billy looking down at you, to be fair you were grading his paper, but to also be fair he was giving you the most sinful look ever.

Normally you’d be helping Steve with his papers, but he’d become weirdly distant lately. So you distracted yourself, and how much you missed him, by helping Billy. 

Billy licked his lips, “What’s the damage sweetheart?”. You tried not to blush from all the attention. Looking away you said, “Well I can’t exactly read when you’re staring at me like that”.

You laughed lightly, trying to ease the situation. His smirk only grew, “Sorry, I just badly want-”. Billy paused briefly, wanting to see how you’d react. Letting out a breath he finished, “To do good you know?”.

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I knew you were trouble

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Sweet pea x reader

Summary; You’re a northsider on southside territory and get yourself in ‘trouble’

Warnings; choking, anal, spanking, dirty talk, slightly dub-con, very dominant Sweet Pea

A/N; an anon requested some rough Sweet Pea and that’s exactly what you got so say your prayers and prepare for this unholiness 😏 (honestly, this could’ve been more rough but I’m happy with this so maybe a second part that’s even filthier?) PART 2

Going to a bar alone at night on the southside of Riverdale was not such a good idea. Especially when you’re a northsider.

Everything happening in Riverdale right now was just too much to handle so a moment alone with a drink sounded perfect. Even if the only place you could get a drink was the Whyte Wyrm.

The bar was kinda crowded but fortunately, you had found a table in a secluded corner and no one paid attention to you. Or so you thought.

After your second drink, you weren’t drunk but the strong alcohol was starting to create a small buzz so you didn’t notice the tall boy approaching you.

“Now is not the best time for a northsider to be in the southside, Y/N, is it?”, a deep voice came from behind you and you turned in surprise to see Jughead’s friend, Sweet Pea and a couple of his minion friends. You had met him a few times and he was good looking but that was about it.

“And why is that?”, you asked, trying to keep your voice steady under the boys intense stare.

“Just because your boy declared war between us”, he explained with an emotionless face.

“The mayor’s not a boy and I wouldn’t call this situation a war”, you told him, trying to focus back on your drink.

“Oh, so you don’t know?”, Sweet pea chuckled a little and your face twisted in confusion.

“I’m not talking about the mayor. I’m talking about the red headed football player who just pulled a gun on us”, he said and your mouth fell a little open.

“Archie did what?”, you asked in total confusion. That didn’t sound like the boy you had known for years but there’s wasn’t another red haired boy in the football team.

“Believe it or not, I don’t care, but I do think it’s best for you to leave”, he said and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Why should I? I didn’t pull a gun on anyone and I don’t have anything against the southside”, you told him, trying to seem as confident as you could but paranoia hit you and you felt like everyone in the bar was after you. Maybe it was his words or maybe the alcohol, or both?

“The southside doesn’t care. Cmon now, we’ll escort you out”, Sweet Pea offered a hand to you.

“Thanks but no thanks. I came here to get drinks and I’m not finished with this one yet”, you said and refused his hand with a small smirk. This made him smirk also as he leaned towards you, his other hand on the table and the other on the chairs back, trapping you in your spot.

“I’d come with us now, the others here aren’t so understanding. Besides, I bet your ginger boy is missing you so you better run back to him before someone else decides to have a little fun with you”, he told you in a low voice and you shuddered. His closeness and voice were intimidating but at the same time arousing and he was sexy as hell. You had to take a few deep breaths before speaking.

“I just told you that I’m not leaving. And if you’re referring to yourself with this fun, I’d rather go with my ginger”, you said with smirk of your own. You didn’t have anything going on with Archie but he didn’t have to know that. The two minions behind Sweet Pea were trying to hold back their laughter and you waited for Sweet Pea to make you leave instantly but he only smirked at you with a devilish glint his eyes.

“Oh baby, you have no idea what fun is before you experience it with me”, he whispered into your ear and you felt a chill go down your spine and the wetness between your legs was undeniable.

“Im sure the fun you have with yourself in your dark bedroom is the highlight of your day but now that I think of it, I think I will leave to go have some fun with an actual person”, you said and stood up. At this point, the boys behind Sweet Pea were holding their stomachs for laughing so hard. You didn’t know where all of this was coming from and it might have been stupid to throw some shade on a gang member but you couldn’t stop yourself as you felt horny about his dominant attitude. A little flirting wouldn’t hurt, right?

You couldn’t even take a step from the chair as Sweet Pea hadn’t moved and he was roughly pushing you against the wall behind you with his body, bringing his face so close to your face that you could feel his breath against your lips and you wanted so bad to kiss him. The boys behind him had stopped laughing and it caused a tiny fear in you as they knew he wasn’t playing anymore.

“You just made a big mistake”, he said, looking down at your lips as you dragged your lower lip between your teeth, masking your fear as you felt the wetness between your legs growing.

“I was hoping you’d be my next big mistake”, you flirted and a huge smirk spread on his face. He didn’t say anything, just stared at you with lust in his eyes and after a long moment, he finally spoke.

“Come with me”, he simply said after touching the exposed skin on your chest, dragging down to slightly brush over you nipple, making it instantly harden as you weren’t wearing a bra and then he started to walk up a near staircase. You didn’t even hesitate to follow as the two boys cleared a path for you.

Sweet Pea lead you to a door that he opened and waited for you to step in before he did too and closed the door behind you. You eyed the room and it was simple, just a bed, an old cabinet and a table, aside from some led lights here and there on the walls, making the room glow in red and purple colors.

“So this is where you play with yourself?”, you said and couldn’t hold back the smirk.

“I think it’s time for us to put that smart mouth of yours to better use”, he said, ignoring your little comment. You started to walk towards him and when you reached him, you dragged your fingers lightly from his wrist up to his neck and then to his lips. Sweet Pea was starting to breath heavily as your lips started to near his but you stopped right before they could make contact and then turned around with a light giggle. But he stopped you from walking away by grabbing your wrist tightly.

“Oh no, babygirl, I think you’ve got it wrong. It’s actually cute that you think you’re in charge”, he told chuckled lightly, making you even more excited. He then lifted you up by your ass and you wrapped your legs around his body and he pushed your back against the wall and brought his face close to your again, but still not making contact.

“You sure you wanna do this? Betray your northside friends by being with a southsider and a Serpent?”, he asked, but it wasn’t really a question, more of a tease.

“I said I wanted you to be my next mistake. I’m still hoping for the big part to be true”, you told him with a smirk as you finally connected your lips and he instantly kissed you back. His tongue battled with yours for dominance but you knew he’d win so you gave up and he hummed in satisfaction. Then he bit your lip, not hard but hard enough for you to gasp silently as he drew it back before releasing. After your little make out, he stepped back from the wall, turned around and threw you on the bed. Another gasp escaped from you at his roughness but it was just making you even more turned on.

“Ready for the fun to start?”, he asked with a smirk after removing his shirt. You couldn’t keep your eyes from his gorgeous upper body.

“Oh, it’s not over? I thought that was the best you got”, you said referring to the heated kissing as couldn’t help yourself with your comments, they were clearly getting to him and you wanted some rough sex and your words were your way of getting just that.

“You’re just making this worse for yourself, baby”, he told you and you knew he was doing exactly what you wanted, a little provoking was doing the trick. But you didn’t know that your words were unnecessary as you had no idea what kind of a person you were actually dealing with.

“Hit me with your best shot”, you provoked him just a little more and he lost it.

“Just remember, you chose this mistake”, he said with an evil glint in his eyes and there was a small flash of fear in you. Maybe this really was a mistake? But you didn’t have any time to think about it as Sweet Pea was pulling his pants down along with his boxers, revealing his already hard cock to you. And you had gotten exact what you wished for. He wasn’t big, he was huge. You weren’t new to big dicks but this was the next level. It was thick but not too thick but the length was amazing.

“That’s not gonna fit”, the words slipped from your mouth before your brains registered them.

“Scared? I thought you wanted something big, but don’t worry, I’ll make it fit”, he smirked and stood next to the bed, forcing you to lay on your stomach on the edge.

“Open wide”, he commanded and you gulped before doing so. You flattened you tongue as he pushed his cock in your mouth as deep as he could and it wasn’t even halfway in before you gagged.

“Cmon babe, you can take it”, he cooed and gripped your hair to push in deeper as you started to choke, tears starting to roll from your eyes. You were trying to balance yourself on the edge of the bed and trying to focus on pleasing him but you were struggling.

“You like choking on my cock? This is what you get for not controlling what comes out of your mouth”, he laughed darkly as he slapped your cheek not-so-lightly, making his cock twitch. There was no possibility to answer him and drool was starting to drip from your mouth as he thrusted into your throat. It started to get to the point where you had to push him away so you wouldn’t vomit and luckily, he let you. You had to take a moment to breathe.

“I like it rough but I’m not gonna hurt you”, Sweet Pea said.

“What if I want it to hurt?”, you questioned silently but he heard you as he had a sinister smirk on his face.

“Damn, you’re my kinda girl, I can’t believe we haven’t met before”, he replied and you smiled at his small talk in this situation.

“Don’t be gentle”, you encouraged him as you pulled your shirt off to reveal your naked chest.

“Trust me, I won’t be”, he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he started to pull your pants off.

“Come lay on my lap”, he ordered as he sat at the edge of the bed. You did as told and your hands were resting against his thighs and your knees almost touching the floor as you were positioned like a child about to get spanked for misbehaving, and you were, but not in a childish way. He caressed your ass with his big hand a few times before spanking it, hard.

“Bad girls get spanked”, he simply said and repeated his actions again and again and again until your ass was definitely gonna have a bruise on it. He slapped you one last time before pressing his fingers at you covered entrance.

“God, you’re soaking through your panties”, he chuckled as he pulled the fabric aside and pushed his thumb in, pressing your g-spot and his index and middle finger went to rub on your clit as you moaned in pleasure. He fingered you for a moment and you were starting to feel your orgasm forming but he pulled out.

“Oh no, you’re not cumming before me”, he said and pushed you up and back to lay on the bed on you back. He then removed your panties and spread your legs and lowered himself between them. He licked your clit a few times before getting up and positioning himself with your entrance. You huffed out in annoyance at his little tease.

“Patience”, he smirked before starting to push in. His hands were on either side of your torso and you gripped his biceps to brace for his huge cock. He kept pushing and you started to feel a little pain, but not enough to hurt, just to make things exciting. As he still kept pushing, you started to move around, trying to adjust to his length.

“It’s not even in and you’re already squirming like the devil is in you”, Sweet Pea laughed at you and you hoped the color didn’t drain from your face.

“It’s not even in?!”, you almost yelled.

“No, but now it is”, he smirked evilly as he pushed himself in fully and a small scream escaped your mouth.

“Good girl, take my cock”, he said lowly and you enjoyed his roughness and dirty talk. He didn’t give you any time to adjust as he started to fuck you with force, pushing deep with every thrust. Moans filled the room and you were again starting to reach your peak and that’s when a hand snaked around your throat and squeezed.

“Remember, don’t cum before me”, he reminded and started to pound into you without mercy as he kept his grip around your throat.

In the middle of the relentless pounding, he suddenly pulled out and flipped you over on your knees and hands and without a word, continued to push into your already used pussy. He gripped your hair and pulled your head back as lowered himself a little to speak into your ear.

“I’m gonna ruin you”, he said and got back up, deepening his thrusts even more and slapped your already sore ass.

Once again, you were close to cumming but remembered his words and tried to control yourself but failed. Sweet Pea chuckled after you finished and pulled out.

“You got only yourself to blame for this”, he said and you frowned at him in confusion. But you knew what he meant when you felt his cock at your asshole.

“No, don’t, I’ll break”, you said with a little panic in your voice.

“Scream for me”, he whispered as he pushed in. And you screamed.

Your pussy juices on his cock made it easier to slide in but the stretch was causing pain and you tried to take it but you could only scream as he kept pushing and pushing until he was finally in and he didn’t give you any time to adjust with your ass either as he started to thrust into you.

Your screams slowly turned into moans and another orgasm was forming when he bent to pinch your nipples.

“Cum”, Sweet Pea demanded right before you did exactly that and he released himself inside your ass. You hissed a little when he pulled himself out of you and you both fell onto the bed.

“Was that fun enough for you?”, he questioned with a smile, the first actual smile you had seen on him.

“Well, I think Archie could’ve done better”, you lied, wanting to tease him.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire”, he chuckled as he pulled you into his side and kissed your temple. You were slightly surprised about his affections but in a positive way.

“You’re not a big mistake, I mean, big, yes but, mistake, no”, you said, feeling extremely drawn to the boy.

“So you’ll switch your Weasley to me?”, he asked and now you were really surprised. You didn’t get to answer when you heard your phone ringing. You quickly picked it up from your pants pocket from the floor and saw Archie’s name on the screen. Hesitating a little before answering, you saw Sweet Pea glance at your phone but he didn’t say anything.

“Hey, Arch, what’s up?”, you said, trying to sound casual. Archie asked you where you were but you didn’t wanna tell him, he was just gonna yell at you. But you didn’t have to say anything as Sweet Pea took the phone from you.

“Hey, Arch”, he mimicked your words but ended them with a chuckle.

“Listen, we just had the most amazing sex with Y/N here, so she’s gonna have to call you back later ‘cause you’re kinda ruining the moment”, he said and hung up the phone and your mouth fell open at his bluntness.

“You did not just…”, you started but couldn’t finish as Sweet Pea started to laugh.

“I definitely did”, he laughed and soon, you joined him. After a long laugh, you finally decided to reveal Sweet Pea your little secret.

“By the way, I never had anything with Archie so I’m all yours”, you said and waited for him to say something but he only kissed you.

“I know”, he whispered.

Glasses — Part One

Title: Glasses [1/3]

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Type: Platonic | Romantic | Familial | Other

Summary: Richie sees you, a fresh face in Derry, and thinks maybe you’re cute. He talks to you, and thinks maybe you’re cool too. He sees you put on your huge, dorky glasses, and thinks maybe he’s a little in love.

New school, new life. That was the deal.

One you hadn’t been too happy to accept initially. You’d had a perfectly good life back home, with friends and grades and, you know, a social life. And it probably would have panned out into a slightly-boring but happy lifetime if your parents didn’t decide to up and haul ass to this dust-speck of a town in the good old US of A, but they did and here you are.

Friendless, sullen and vaguely intimidated as you stand on the outskirts of the grounds of your new middle school in Derry.

Admittedly, the town wasn’t too bad. It yielded loads of forests and even a quarry which you were eager to explore. A downside was the open plan of sewers, and openings cropped up everywhere - in sidestreets, beside lakes, in the middle of the road. The middle school you were standing outside now was rustic-looking, a little bit of an eyesore, somehow grand and shabby at the same time, and crawling with people.

You shouldered your bag and went ahead through the doors.

Inside was a slightly less-busy hallway. Your schedule was in your palm, folded eight times over in a mini nervous breakdown over cereal that morning. You’d only moved schools once, and you’d been too young to remember it, so being the new girl was an entirely new experience for you. A gradually-rising sense of diluted dread began to rise slowly inside you as you unfolded your schedule, checking out your first lesson.

Design Tech. Of course.

Now you swallowed, panic setting in. The hallway was growing swollen with passing students with only ten minutes until first bell, none of whom gave you a second glance after the first curious one. You could spot no teachers you could ask about the location of the DT classroom. The school was large, and you saw at least three separate blocks from the courtyard. Anyone of them could hold your class. You swallowed, nervously toying with the hem of your sleeves, entirely unbeknownst to the several pairs of curious eyes fixated on you from across the hallway.

The Losers Club looked on, each taking in your expression, a pitying hybrid of bemusement and panic as you dithered on the spot, turning one way and turning the next, looking for a class that wasn’t there.

“She looks lost,” was what Stan chose to break the silence with, startling his friends from their reverie. He glanced at the three of them. “Should we…?”

Eddie shrugged, dropping his gaze. Bill made to go forward but was stopped in his tracks by a hand flying to meet his chest. He looked in surprise to where Richie had halted him, as the skinny boy squared his shoulders in a mockery of slick confidence.

“I got this one boys,” he said, before readjusting his glasses and sauntering off. The illusion of confidence was slightly shattered by him stumbling over a sticking-out foot on his way over, and Stan groaned, turning around to lean his face against a locker.

“I can’t even look,” he said in a muffled voice, but Bill and Eddie certainly could.

Meanwhile, you were panicking so much you figured you were on the edge of an anxiety attack, and the tentative touch of a hand on your arm made you jump so violently your schedule slipped from your grasp, floating down to graze the floor.


You watched, startled, as a boy around your age with a head of curly, dark hair, a Hawaiian-style flannel, bright eyes and huge, red glasses too big for his snubbed nose ducked swiftly to retrieve your schedule.

“Um - sorry about that. Didn’t mean to like, scare you.”

“No!” You took the schedule from his proffering grasp, so swiftly you almost gave him a paper cut. “No, no no no, that’s okay. I just…” you trailed off awkwardly, absently folding the paper again. “First day, y’know.”

“Right,” he laughed it off nervously. “It’s just, uh… my friends and me, we saw you looked kind of…”

“Like I wanted to be literally anywhere else but here?” you supplied. “Huh. I thought I’d hidden that pretty well.”

His chuckle came more naturally this time. “I could help you find your class, if you-” he broke off quite suddenly, shifting his feet. “Y’know. If you want. Or I could just tell you where to find it.”

“Actually, I’d love it if you would show me.” You smiled gratefully, unfolding your paper, and squinting at the small print. “I have Design Tech first with… Ms Greene?”

He frowned. “Which classroom?”

You squinted again. You could only make out two blobs of black ink, fuzzy to the eye. And as the seconds ticked on with you trying to decipher the two dark digits, and the silence stretched on, growing more awkward by the second, you reluctantly caved.

He has them too, you told yourself as you fished into your right pocket. It’s not like he can judge.

Reluctantly, you drew out your glasses - thickly-framed and slightly too large for your head - and slid them on. The blobs took sharp form immediately. DT5.

You looked up. The boy was watching you with a slightly open-mouthed expression, eyes glazed in an almost comical way. You fidgeted, cleared your throat, and he jumped out of the daze. A tide of red flooded his pale cheeks.

“It’s uh, DT5,” you supplied gently, and he smiled in relief from the awkward moment.

“Cool,” he said faintly. “That’s upstairs. I’ll take you, if you still want me to.”

“Please,” you answered, tucking the timetable away. You began to walk, and you glanced at him. You still didn’t know his name. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

“Richie Tozier,” he replied in a surer voice. “But you can call me your future husband.”

You scoffed, reaching up to remove your glasses as you walk, but your hand stayed when Richie blurted out, “I think they look great.”

Too startled to even move your hand, all you could muster up was, “Huh?”

The blush returned. It was painfully dark, from the tips of his ears to the contours of his thin face. “The glasses. You shouldn’t be ashamed of them. They’re kinda hot,” he added almost as an afterthought, and though you burst out laughing, you felt your hand drop back to your side, your glasses still firmly on your face as you resumed the trail to DT5.

Eventually you found it, and as you reached the door, you turned to Richie. “Thanks, Richie.” And not just for helping me find a classroom, either. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“You could have lunch with us!” he offered slightly too eagerly. “Me and my friends, we always eat on the wall outside the Art block. You can meet us there, if you want.”

You considered briefly, then smiled. “Sure. I’ll be there.”

“Cool.” He kicked the tiled floor semi-awkwardly. “See you around then.”

“Yeah.” You grinned, turned and walked into your first class, confidence raging like a fire in your gut. You didn’t see Richie hover outside the door just to watch you for the next three minutes. You didn’t see how he was late to his first lesson, or the looks of open-mouthed shock his friends gave him as he sauntered in with a smirk on his face and a blush on his cheeks.

You didn’t see the doodles of a pair of large, thickly-framed glass dotted all over his exercise books that draw, carved in ink covering a whole page with the memory of you burned bright into his brain.