okay even i admit that i go a bit over the top with tagging

Okay, so here’s a really long post in which I screenshot a bunch of reddie content from the novel, and I think I got most of it.

Sorry this took so long, but rereading IT had me super emotional, it was hard to get through. 

Also, @eddiekasp I would have added this onto your original post, but it’s super long, and you mentioned a lot of this, so I’m just gonna tag you!

Some of this is likely way over-analyzed, but enjoy anyway: 

So that’s immensely deep and quaintly romantic. 

What a fucking dork. Honestly, what a shameless flirt.

MOVING ON

Okay, so, hanging out above the garage, telling Eddie about his dreams, Eddie supporting him and admiring him even if Richie’s skills are clearly not developed yet, and Eddies sorta-pov using the words “enchanting” and “charm” to describe Richie. 

Shameless. 

More like “Oh my god, he’s gorgeous, oh, shit, Bill’s looking, what the fuck am I doing, it’s just Richie…” 

MOVING. ON. 

Not that Richie wouldn’t have stepped forward to admit that he helped with the dam, but I find it intriguing that he does this right after watching Eddie squirm, standing next to him and trying to think of a way to talk them out of trouble. It comes off as something protective, specifically toward Eddie to me.

Antsy over Eddie potentially getting in trouble and defensively blurting shit to take the attention off of him? Maybe.

Do I even have to say anything about this one? 

Richie suddenly remembering how he used to tease Eddie when they were kids.

Eddie suddenly remembering how Richie’s teasing made him super flustered when they were kids. Richie trying to comfort Eddie.

RIGHT after Eddie freaks out about Richie teasing him, he starts giggling over fucking beep-beeping Richie. 

Just. More flirting as adults, plus some throwback.

(kids again) Speaks for itself.

Eddie’s adorable, and I feel like it’s not coincidental that they all start gushing over how much they love each other after Richie and Eddie bicker a little bit.
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(Sorry, I had to switch to a different platform) Kid perspective again.
Wowzers. Pretty self evident. “Eddie my love.” Eddie’s fucking clapback. Damn.
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Eddie being uncomfortable over the shit his mom talks about his friends, Richie in particular.
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Richie comforting Eddie when the gang returns to face the leper. I don’t remember whose perspective this is but “shy, fragile, and quite beautiful,” then Richie touching him and attempting to reassure him by trying to be badass. 
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more like “Hey, help my boyfriend. Are you fucking tickling my boy? That’s my job”
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Okay, again, I might be over-analyzing, but there’s definitely some symbolism about love in Richie and Eddie sitting at the top step, Ben standing alone, at the bottom, pining after Bev, and Bill and Bev holding hands down the street a bit, about to cheat on their spouses with each other. 
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Right. So, there’s that. 

Not to mention, they immediately start talking about religion and how strange it is after this, and the things that are considered unacceptable, which also contains another of Eddie’s heavily gay-coded moments. 
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Or:
Richie -is protective of Eddie-
Bill -is protective of Eddie-
Eddie -man, Bill’s pretty and I would die for him.-
Richie -HEY-
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Cute. 
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Slap-ass. 
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After Eddie’s shouting and wailing on the giant eyeball gave Richie the courage to face his fear. It’s incredibly sweet.
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Like, they’re just so close in every sense of the word, and so… in love, tbh. How comfortable they become around each other again as adults, when they remember each other, seriously makes me livid over Eddie’s death. Like It already took one man from a happily out and gay couple at the beginning of the novel, wouldn’t it have brought this shit full-circle in a much better way if after killing It, Richie and Eddie could triumphantly live their truth together? I mean, I’m not usually one to complain about tragic themes, but boy am I devastated. 

(NOT TO MENTION, each of them is pretty queer-coded, but honestly, there’s a little something to suggest that probably none of the Losers are completely straight.
Eddie especially. (I’d maybe give examples of that on request, but it would include having to find every time Eddie’s terrified of his orientation and sexuality, and every time someone calls him a name, and I’d cry, so maybe not.)

I REFUSE to screenshot Eddie’s death, but Richie takes it the hardest, and it’s just about the most heartbreaking thing in the whole book.

Richie goes on about some of the misfortune he goes through as an adult, romantically speaking, Eddie’s in a pretty bad marriage, I’m so convinced that he and Eddie could have made each other so happy, and that’s what they deserve, dammit. 

Anyway, that’s all I got! I could have gushed over each of these for longer, but this is already such a long post I wanted to simplify it a bit.

Again, sorry this took so long! Thanks for waiting!

jet-playin  asked:

Hi! Do you know of any fics where Harry and Draco are both Aurors and have to work together? I've read quite a few but haven't come across one in a while. Either permanently partners or firced together for a single case, both work for me. (Note: I have read everything by l0vegl0wsinthedark so, much as I love reading and rereading What Real Thing, I figured it would better to warn you :D Thank you so much for all of your recs, they are so, unspeakably helpful! :)

(Thank you @celticrose1989​ and @awesomesauceuniverse​ for the requests!! I decided to combine these, since fics in which only Draco is an auror/cursebreaker are pretty rare. I was planning to also combine this with a request for just Auror!Harry (with miscellaneous Draco) to make a giant Auror Drarry list, but it ended up being ridiculously long, so that one will come later this weekend! This one is already super long as-is, so I’ve tried to limit my commentary to 2-3 lines. Let it be known that it was very difficult, hahaha.)

Auror/Cursebreaker Partner Drarry Recs

What Real Thing? by loveglowsinthedark / @l0vegl0wsinthedark (13K)- They don’t cuddle, they don’t talk about their relationship (or lack thereof) and they certainly never fall asleep in each other’s arms.
I know you’ve already read it, but you can’t expect me to just not include this amazing sexy pining fluffy piece of wonderfulness in my auror rec list!!! It includes the BEST AIRPORT SCENE (not at an airport) EVER.

Higher and Higher (Temptation) by birdsofshore (28.5K)- Only Harry Potter could manage to put on a magical collar on impulse and find himself unable to take it off again. Now following Draco’s direct orders gives him intense pleasure, and Draco has a whole heap of troubles to deal with, not least the way Potter looks when the collar has him gasping with bliss. The whole situation would test the morals of a saint… and Draco’s no saint.
THIS FIC!! EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED. I STILL REMEMBER CLICKING ON IT AND NEARLY ORGASMING RIGHT THERE and it totally does its description justice! Technically Draco is a cursebreaker here.

Two Weeks by shiftylinguini / @shiftylinguini (22K)- If Harry had to guess which out of he or his Auror Partner, and tentative new friend, Draco Malfoy, would turn out to have Veela ancestry, his answer would be: neither, because that is ridiculous. Finding out the answer is actually him, and that his Veela heritage is wreaking havoc on his ability to work, sleep, and above all be in the same room as Malfoy, is a surprise to say the least. But this is fine. Harry’s been through worse, and he can just sit this one out, regardless of how much his body is screaming for the one person he doesn’t want to ask for help. Can’t he?
WONDERFUL FABULOUS YES TIMES 96382!! Veela!Harry but like, read it even if that’s not usually your thing. GREAT pining!!! Phone sex. P H O N E S E X.

Lift Your Open Hand by firethesound / @firethesound (19K)- With Draco Malfoy as his assigned partner for the next six weeks of Auror training, Harry had been prepared for things to go poorly. But getting themselves accidentally bonded to each other in the first twenty minutes of their very first assignment seemed going above and beyond, even for them.
What could you possibly need that isn’t in this fic? Includes bonding, domesticity, bed sharing, and Nicolas Cage. Perfection <3

Sex on Legs in Six-Inch Heels by tessacrowley / @tessacrowley (10K)- Draco Malfoy is a brilliant freelance cursebreaker and the only one who can help the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with a very dangerous case, but more importantly, he’s wearing six-inch heels, and Harry cannot handle it, he really just can’t.
One of the first fics I read and STILL one of the hottest! The sex is amazing, as is the fact that Draco wears (surprisingly practical!) heels and women’s clothing in general I LOVE IT SO MUCH

Highlands by Seefin / @seefin (16K)- The tent was a joke, that was basically the only explanation he could come up with as to why the Aurors would send he and Draco on a several-month mission with only their most basic model. Once, when Harry had been on one of the big ones, the kind of mission where there was a little Auror camp out in the wilderness, twenty or so tents all pitched practically on top of each other, he had slept in one with two stories. Actually it was more of a mezzanine level, but still. Their current one didn’t even have a fucking toilet. And if Harry were allowed to communicate with anyone other than Draco then he would definitely be lodging an official complaint right about now.
This fic is so sweet and slow (despite being only 16K, idk how she does it!). I love the development of their relationship, and being forced into close quarters is especially w o n d e r f u l.

Little Talks by femmequixotic and noeon / @femmequixotic and @noeeon (11.5K)- Draco’s been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he’s sure it’s just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.
AAAH THE SEX. Also the adorableness! And the whatthefuckishappening a real DATE??? But THE SEX! And the fluff! Sorry I’m incoherent, just READ IT!

Something More by thusspakekate (9K)- After a night of heavy drinking, Harry Potter has a love bite the size of Wales on his neck and an unsigned note from the man who gave it to him in his pocket. The only problem? He can’t quite remember who he brought home with him the night before. And what’s got Draco Malfoy in such a strop?
OMG pining in this one like crazy. It’s obvious why from the summary, right?? Yeah? Just….you’re already feeling the angst, I know it, just read it and let it be resolved <3

One Big Misunderstanding by agentmoppet / @agentmoppet (7K)- Draco will be the first to admit that his choices aren’t particularly clever, especially when they involve Potter, but this has to be the worst one yet.
OH, DRACO. Poor baby sends Harry and Blaise off on a date together and then becomes a jealous wreck and it’s beautiful.

You Send Me (Honest You Do) by firethesound (37K)- As far as potion accidents go in general, and deaging incidents go in particular, Draco knew this could have been so much worse. Harry only lost about ten years, and all his memories are still intact. But the sight of him looking as if he’s stepped straight out of Draco’s Hogwarts memories has dredged up a whole mess of complicated feelings Draco thought he’d buried years ago, and Draco really doesn’t know what to do with any of it.
This is a GREAT use of the deaging trope (without being at all creepy btw, so don’t worry!), and Harry has tattoooooos!! Also more pining pining pining <3 And great writing as always from this amazing author.

Tales from the Special Branch Series by femmequixotic (304K so far)- When Gavin Robards asks him to form Special Branch seven-four-alpha, Harry Potter knows they’ll have to work outside the confines of the law–even though they are the law.
Are you tired of me reccing this series yet? TOO BAD I’LL NEVER STOP MUAHAHA. This list just wouldn’t be complete without it! Who could ever tire of Draco fucking Harry, his senior officer???? NOT ME!!

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound (150K)- Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.
Another fic I’ve recced over and over because IT’S THE QUINTESSENTIAL BEST EVER CLASSIC AUROR PARTNER FIC IN MY OPINION so it literally cannot be missing from this list.

It’s the Love of the Chase (That Created the Ride) by lumosed_quill (14K)- Draco and Harry are new Auror partners. It’s a bit dull. Until they finally see some spell action and things get a lot more interesting (in Draco’s pants).
Basically adrenalin rushes from cases make Harry and Draco crave sex and it’s amazing 

One Harry Potter Please (If Possible, Seduced and Ready) by faithwood (62K)- All Draco wants is Harry Potter’s friendship, just to make his new Auror job more bearable. However, after Harry stubbornly pays more attention to his secret admirer, Draco is forced to resort to drastic measures.
So nearly all long-term-auror-partner fics have flangst because how could they not?? But this one stands out to me as being the FLANGSTIEST (this is a word now) EVER. Like an adorable idiot, Draco impersonates Harry’s secret admirer.

The Kaleidoscope Charm, or 50 Shades of Rainbow Magic by Omi_Ohmy (27K)- Getting Draco Malfoy as a boss was not the worst thing that happened to Harry; getting a crush on him was.
Auror!Harry is assigned to work with Draco (of the Curse and Lock Breaking Dept). Also he owns a giant angel statue that looks just like him. ;D

Like Diamonds We Are Cut With Our Own Dust by raitala (11K)- Draco has borne the mark of the Dark Lord for over ten years. It is familiar to him, but he pays the price for it every day, and Harry has noticed.
This fic is just so cool. It’s based on “that picture” by alekina, which I coincidentally reblogged just yesterday and is amazing and HARRY REMOVES DRACO’S DARK MARK YEP

Whoo Knew? by oceaxe (19K)- Despite having had a crush on his Auror partner for years, Draco’s been biding his time and waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his case. But when Harry subscribes to a new wizarding personals service, Draco gets a wake-up call. With new each message that arrives for Harry from a hopeful suitor, it becomes more and more clear that the time to act has arrived.
MORE AUROR PARTNERS BEING RIDICULOUS PINING IDIOTS UNABLE TO COMMUNICATE, BUT THEY DO IT ALL SO CUTELY. And with owls this time!!

Different - Klaus Mikaelson // requested

Request - can you do a Klaus milkaelson x reader where the reader is new to mystic falls and he instantly takes an intrest in her and makes caroline jealous?? love your writing!

Pairing : Klaus Mikaelson x Fem Reader 

Requests are open. xx

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Originally posted by divine-trash


Mystic Falls. An unknown territory. Truth is, I never left New York. My parents sent me here to “better myself”. They tried to get me to stay with family friends but I shot that down quick. I’m 19. I can fend for myself. The only reason I came down here instead of bailing was because I might as well do something for them. Family is all you have in the end.

The apartment I bought was right in the town. As I looked from a window I saw town square and a bar across from my building. Smirking, I got dressed into a black tank top and ripped jeans. I grabbed my heels, purse, and leather jacket before stepping out into the cold hallway.


There weren’t a lot of people around as I across the street. And it was quiet.. Living in the city that never sleeps can be very loud. This was the exact opposite and it was kind of nice.

Walking into the grill or bar or whatever it is, I looked around. The door slammed behind me, catching some peoples attention. Music played softly in the background, and I arched an eyebrow. Is this really how people spend their time down here? I sighed and started to make my way to the bar.

“Rum and coke, please.” I asked kindly.

The man looked at me with a questioning look but made my drink anyway. Wow, they don’t even ID down here. I sipped my drink and scanned around the room. Not a lot of cute guys here. The man a few seats down wasn’t too bad, with raven hair and a leather jacket but I could tell that he’s spoken for. Him and brunette over there were speaking with their eyes.

The blonde one who made my drink was okay.. But he looked vulnerable. Reading people around me became a specialty of mine after years and years of boring family business parties. I let out a sigh before downing the rest of my drink. I turned my head and saw a man smirking at me. He was probably the best looking guy in the bar. From his smirk I could tell he was confident.

The blonde girl behind him didn’t look too happy, and stormed off. I smiled as he approached me.

“You don’t look like you’re from around here, love.” The man spoke with an accent. Accents have always been a weakness of mine, but I didn’t let it show.

“That’s because I’m not.” I grinned, looked back to the bartender. “Another rum and coke, please.”

“Put it on my tab, Matt. It’s rude to have a woman pay for her own drink.”

“Oh, so chivalry isn’t dead. That’s a relief.” I let out a light laugh as Matt handed me my drink.

“I like to think my mother raised me better than that.” His voice was smooth.

“Very well. What’s your name, stranger?” I asked, taking a sip, letting the burning liquid slide down my throat.

“Klaus.. And you are?”

“Y/N. Now that we’re acquainted, how about I beat your ass at a game of pool?”


Klaus ended up walking me back to my apartment around 11. I wasn’t drunk, but I wasn’t sober either. I could still walk on my own, but I had a giggly feeling.

“You can come in, if you’d like. It’ll probably be hours before I fall asleep.” I announced as I unlocked my door.

“No. It’s quite alright. Perhaps I’ll see you tomorrow.” Klaus smiled. He drank way more than me, yet he doesn’t even seem fazed.

I let out a giggle, “perhaps you will. Goodnight Klaus. You’re not that bad you know.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” He softly smiled before walking to the elevator.

Shutting the door, I stretched and started stripping. Making my way to the closet.


Waking up, it felt as if someone lightly traced their fingers on my bare back. Yet, when I opened my eyes I saw no one around. I stretched and probably let out the most sexual noise ever while I did it. That’s the beauty of living alone. You can make so many weird noises and no one will hear.

After showering and changing into my clothes for the day, I grabbed my keys and walked to the front door. I came to a stop when I saw a single envelope on the floor, as if someone slid it under the door. The writing on it was beautiful cursive. I opened it and saw that it was an invitation to a ball.

Holy shit, I didn’t think anyone threw those things anymore. Thinking it’d be fun I decided to go dress shopping. Flipping the card over I saw, written messily in the bottom corner, ‘Save me a dance. -Klaus.’.

Jesus, I don’t know who this man is… but he’s playing the cards right. I smirked to myself, and finally headed into the town. Walking from store to store I ran into the blonde girl from last night in a boutique.  

“Hi,” she simply spoke, standing in front of me with her hands clasped. I gave her an odd look.

“Hi.”

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“…Y/N. Yours?” I responded. I felt awkward talking to her, so I continued to browse isles. Looking at different price tags on beautiful gowns.

“Caroline.” She smiled. I will admit, she is beautiful.

“Nice to meet you Caroline. Can I help you with something?”

She looked around the room, “this might sound weird, but I’m trying to help you.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah, just stay away from Klaus… He’s trouble. I should know.”

I smirked and looked over to her, “everyone likes a bit of trouble. Thanks, honestly. But I can take care of myself. It was nice to meet you, Caroline.” I smiled before grabbing a beautiful dress and going to the register.


The ball was at 7, however considering I knew nothing about this town I decided to leave a bit early so I could avoid getting lost. The gown I was wearing was black lace. It was straight and flowed to the floor. I had my hair styled up, with loose curls falling out. My makeup was natural, with a bit of dark eyeshadow to make my eyes pop.

I ended up pulling into the mansion around 8:30. Try to get somewhere early, only to be late. Story of my life. Walking inside, I saw so many people in gorgeous dresses and suits. There were waiters walking about with champagne.

I snagged myself a glass and wandered around. I tried my hardest to look for Klaus - or hell, even Caroline, but no luck. I’m never good at events like this unless I had someone with me.

A few glasses later, I stood by the staircase. Contemplating leaving or not.

“Save me a dance, love?” I heard a voice from behind me. I smirked and turned around.

“Surprisingly, I haven’t danced with anyone. Just drinking your free champagne. If you’re lucky, you might get more than one dance.”

“How come you haven’t danced with anyone? As far as I can tell, most of the men can’t keep their eyes off you. Including my brother, over there.” Klaus smirked, pulling me to the dance floor.

“Believe it or not, most guys are intimidated by me. It was like that even in New York. Which one is your brother?” I responded, placing one hand behind his neck and the other in his hand.

“He’s over there, by the bar. He’s the one staring and trying to find out a way to win your heart.”

I glanced behind me and saw him smirking. I let out a laugh.

“He’s cute. But I’m not really into the whole Peter Pan look he has going.. And plus, I’m not that easy to win over.”

Klaus laughed, “I’ll be sure to let him know that.”

I laughed with him before he changed the subject.

“So, Y/N.. What do you like?”

“What do I like?” I laughed softly, “depends. Are we talking about in general or what I like in men?” I arched an eyebrow.

He smirked, “either one.”

I sighed, “well, I try to like everything. As cliché as this might sound, I like clothing. I’ve been thinking about designing some. I love art. But not that stupid modern art, where someone draws a line and calls it art. I like classic art. Like the Mona Lisa or Creation of Adam.. And as for men, I like them to be brilliant. Sophisticated.. But still dangerous. Every girl has a weak spot for a bad boy.” I laughed.

Klaus lightly chuckled, and looked into my eyes. He stepped away, mid dance, and held out his hand.

“Come with me.”

I narrowed my eyes at him but took his hand anyway. He led me up the staircase and I grabbed another glass of champagne on the way.

Klaus opened up the doors to a room and I walked inside. As soon as I stepped one foot inside, I gasped. Paintings were lined around the room and a desk and easel was placed in the middle.

“Oh my god.” I whispered, walking to one of the paintings.

“What are you? Like a collector or something?” I asked, lightly trailing my fingers down a canvas. I heard Klaus chuckle from behind me.

“No, actually I’m an artist. Or so I like to think.”

“Are you kidding me? These are gorgeous. The way you blended the paints together.. It’s amazing.” I smiled, and turned to face him. “You have talent.”

“Thank you. That actually means more than it seems.” He smiled back.

Suddenly the door opened and Caroline stood there, looking angry.

“Klaus. May I have a word?” Her voice was cold.

I saw Klaus roll his eyes before turning to me.

“Please excuse me, I’ll just be a moment.”

I smiled at him and nodded, turning back to the masterpieces in front of me.


For some reason, the party ended early and Klaus never returned. I was walking into my sad, cold apartment when I noticed something lying on my bed. I threw down my clutch and picked up the piece of paper.

It was a drawing, of me. My hair was down and it looked like I was smiling. I remember that moment, it was the night before when I was kicking Klaus’ ass at pool. The bottom corner had writing and it said, ‘Hope you forgive me for leaving you. I’d love to see you again. You’re different from the rest. - Klaus.’

I smiled like a drunk idiot before falling onto my bed. I think I might like it here.


Hope you like it!! Sorry it’s so late!! xx

a pretty good bad idea (1/?)

pairing: Trini/Kimberly (Power Rangers

words: 2097

summary: With great power comes unexpected and awkward side effects. Also: kissing lessons. (Isn’t that how the saying goes?)

a/n: Guess who saw Power Rangers and is predictable trash? Guess who loves all that trope-y cheesiness? Guess who doesn’t remember how to write, but is doing it anyways? Me me me. Anyways, I tried to bring the cheese, my friends, but I’m just not capable of writing poetry like ‘Are we Power Rangers or are we friends?’. Alas.

AO3 Link here!

WARNING for @smallandsundry : there is KISSING in this fic. (Also, no bear rangers.) Please avert your eyes.

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Harsh Words Pt. 2

Requested By: A lot of people

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You and Peter were what you would call “frenemies,” you despised him, but he wanted to win you back, that is until he found out you were the new villain in Queens, the one he’s been fighting.

Warnings: Swearing, could still possibly be triggering for some people, beware ending, pls don’t hate me oh no

Word Count: 2,995

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@kaylaleslie1120 @sweetbadheart @valecerron @randisnotonfire @looking-for-my-pixie-dust @timmers18 @hocotom @multifics

@davros2004 @fragilefrances @everythinguncharted @j-k-aesthetics @5foot2butdontmesswither @yoyococo18 @freyyia

I hope I tagged everyone omg, sorry if I missed you!

A/N: AHHHH SO MANY PEOPLE LOVED HARSH WORDS PART ONE!! I’m mind blown how much you all enjoyed it, I really wasn’t expecting it to blow up as much as it did, so I’m truly honored and appreciative that you all took the time to read what I wrote and left amazing comments that made my day, therefore, I love you all. Also, I left it on a really intense cliff hanger, that way if people liked it enough again, I’d do a part three if requested enough. :)

Part one

Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

There was never a moment where Peter would have thought you two would stop being best friends, but what topped that was seeing you that night, holding those people hostage.

You were the most down to earth, kind hearted person Peter had ever known, and to see you being this dark, dangerous, well, villain, broke him inside.

“Peter, I brought you some ice, now would you like to tell me what happened?” Aunt may questioned, handing him ice wrapped in a cloth for his black eye that was forming.

“It was nothing really, I’m just really clumsy May, you know this.” Peter mumbled, thanking her for the ice, before placing it on his throbbing eye, which he had you to thank for.

May didn’t look convinced but she let it go, not wanting to stress Peter out anymore than he already was.

It had been almost a full month since the hostage incident, Peter remembered it perfectly, his Spidey senses were tingling, he swung to where he sensed the issue, finding the villain he had been fighting against for weeks.

There was a moment where he thought something felt off, but he pushed it to the back of his head, he should have listened.

He knew the second he heard your voice, but he didn’t want to believe it, he didn’t want to believe it was you, so he did the only thing that could prove him wrong, to prove to himself that it wasn’t you, so he asked the most simple question.

Who are you?

What happened after that was a bit of a blur, he remembers hearing the laugh, your laugh, and then getting hit a few times.

He remembers holding his stomach in pain, glancing up to see you backing away into the darkness, hearing his name fall off your lips, and it was then that he had to face reality, it really was you.

After that was more than a blur, it was disbelief, he remembers his heart pounding erratically in his chest, before flying through his window, scaring the shit out of Ned who looked just as panicked once he saw Peter’s face.

But it was the moment that Peter told Ned everything that happened, that it hit him that this was all really happening, that it was you, his ex-best friend that was now his enemy.

The only difference was, he wasn’t going down without a fight, he said he’d win you back, and he meant every word.

Three months had passed since the incident between you and Peter, you’d give him glares in the hallways, as he gladly returned them, Ned would awkwardly look between the both of you, while Liz and Michelle would help boost your ego even more.

Liz and Michelle had become your all time best friends, you all did every thing together, whether it was going shopping, eating, even movie nights, you all did it all.

However, there were moments where you missed the old times, where it would be Peter, Ned and you, doing all those things together.

But, things happen, people change.

You were in your first period, of course, the class with Peter and Ned, you made sure to sit as far away from the two of them as possible, as they did the same.

“Okay, good morning class! Today we will be doing a fun little experiment, but to do it, you need a partner,” Mr. Scott started, but waved his hands seeing everyone automatically trying to pair up, “But I will be assigning partners, I know how you all get when you’re with your friends.” He eyed everyone, pointing his fingers, making some of your classmates laugh.

“Alright, lets start with Ned and Amy,” He trailed off, Ned giving Peter a wide eyed look, and then your name was called, “Y/N and… Ah! Yes, Peter!” He smiled cheerfully, as you looked across the room at Peter.

He could have paired you up with anyone, LITERALLY ANYONE and he chose Peter, just your luck.

Mr. Scott soon dismissed everyone once they had a partner, but you and Peter just sat at your desks, refusing to move first.

“Y/N, Peter, get to work.” Mr. Scott scolded, making you roll your eyes, as you gave Peter a look, basically implying ’get your ass over here before I throw a chair at you.

Peter let out a huff, before grabbing his belongings and moving to your desk, the feeling of satisfaction running through your body as he slumped into the seat next to you.

You glanced at him, observing his features, something you hadn’t done in a while, you hated to admit it, but he looked good, like really good.

“Alright so um.. Lets just get this over with.” Peter muttered, making you nod and start the experiment.

You two didn’t talk the entire time, actually getting the experiment done for once, unlike last time, that is until halfway through.

“You want to tell me what you’re up to?” Peter muttered, his eyes never leaving the bubbling liquid in front of them.

“In you dreams Parker.” You muttered back, putting another chemical into the liquid in front of you.

“How’d you know I dream about you?” Peter whispered jokingly, making you freeze for a moment, making Peter smirk slightly.

“You know what I meant you dumbass.” You grumbled, placing another chemical into the beaker.

You both then went back to silence, until Peter broke it, again.

“You’re so much better than this you know.” Peter pressed on, making you roll your eyes, something he caught out of the corner of his.

“Like you’re one to talk.” You huffed, making his head turn slightly, looking at you in bewilderment.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Peter fired back, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“A few months ago, you ruined my life, and now that it’s happening to you, you don’t like it, ironic isn’t it?” You smiled, looking at the brunette haired boy, watching as his face scrunched up in anger.

“I won’t let you hurt anyone Y/N, no matter what.” Peter spoke lowly, making you smirk and let out a laugh.

“What makes you so sure Peter?” You raised your eyebrows, moving closer to him, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, his breathing becoming heavier.

“Because I know you, and I know somewhere deep down in there,” His hands motioned all around you, “That my best friend is still in there, and she’s hurt, because I hurt her, when all she did was care about me.” Peter declared, and for a split second he saw something change in your eyes, but quickly disappeared.

You blinked a few times, turning your focus back to the experiment, this time, satisfaction was going through Peter’s body, not yours.

The school day ended quicker than you anticipated, Peter’s words still swarming your head, you couldn’t get them out, no matter how hard you tried.

Everywhere you walked, Peter was there, watching you, making sure you didn’t harm anyone, which made you anxious.

Until you arrived home, and you put your outfit on, your mask hiding your face, and the confidence and darkness returned to you.

You weren’t sure how this happened really, after Peter broke your heart you needed an outlet, and what better way than to cause a ton more issues for the one and only Spider-Man?

You went out your window, and before you knew it, you were causing so much commotion, and you were positive Spider-Man was on your trail, which only made it even more of a thrill.

The thing was though, you didn’t actually harm anyone, you never laid a finger on one person, you just did enough to cause an issue to trigger his Spider-Man senses.

You were now running, mainly from Spider-Man himself, you knew he was around, it was late, making it the perfect time for Mr. crime fighting spider to appear.

You ran to a familiar place crowded with people, making them all get on the ground, your threats coming out harsher than you intended, and sure enough, Spider-Man appeared.

“I thought I told you, I wouldn’t let you hurt anyone, therefore, you need to step back before this gets ugly.” Spider-Man threatened, making you laugh darkly, sending chills down his spine.

What was happening to you?

“I guess you don’t pay attention much do you?” You crossed your arms, looking at the masked figure in front of you, before motioning around you.

You were on the boating dock, people on the ground, shaking in fear, unsure of what you would do.

Spider-Man took a look around, his eyes widening on the mask, it was the dock where he cut the boat in half, guilt instantly hitting him, and you knew it did.

“P-Please don’t h-hurt us..” One of the hostages choked out, making your heart break the slightest bit, before you went back to your alter ego.

“This needs to end, now.” Spider-Man growled out, he knew exactly what you were up to now, the dock, the people, everything clicked.

You were using his own fear against him.

“Everyone get out of here now!” Spider-Man shouted as he shot a web at you, but you dodged it swiftly, as everyone started running, getting out of there as quick as they could.

“Did you really think this would work? Huh!” Spider-Man shouted, clearly angry, making you grin through your mask.

“Didn’t it?” You shot back, making him freeze for a moment, which you took as your opportunity to attack him.

You caught him off guard, hitting him in the stomach and face, as he groaned in pain, holding his stomach.

“This can either go two ways..” He groaned out, webbing your arm and yanking you down to the ground.

“Either we fight until one of us can’t anymore, or we settle this the way we should of months ago.” Spider-Man shouted through his mask, and for a moment you wanted to take the second option, but you held a grudge, and you weren’t giving up that easy.

You stood back up, a few feet away from him, before charging at him, he shot webs at you, some hitting you and some not, and you made sure to hit him a few times before he hit you back, knocking you to the ground.

“Please, d-don’t do this..” He groaned out, as you slowly stood back up, you knew you were going to be severely bruised in the morning.

“Don’t you get it!” You shouted, ripping your mask off, revealing cuts and bruises already forming, as your eyes started watering.

“I want to forgive you so bad.” You choked out, a tear slipping down your cheek, as you watched him slowly slip his mask off also.

“Then why don’t you?” He pressed on, watching you sadly, he hadn’t seen you this vulnerable since that day in the cafeteria where he humiliated you in front of everyone.

“Because you broke my heart Peter.” You whispered, tears now falling down your cheeks, your lip trembling.

Peter stood there shocked, were you implying you liked him? Or more so, loved him?

“Y/N.. I didn’t.. I-I didn’t know..” Peter stammered, trying to find the right words as you laughed bitterly.

“Maybe once you cared about me, but after you shut me out, all of that went to hell, I was alone Peter, I had nobody.” You looked at him angrily, more tears falling down your face.

“I-I told you, I-I thought I was p-protecting you!” Peter tried to defend himself, stepping forward slightly, but you stepped back, raising a finger at him.

“No, Peter,” You took a deep breath, “You chose that day what you wanted, and it was clear, you didn’t want me.” You gave a sad smile, shrugging your shoulders as Peter shook his head frantically.

“No, Y/N, that’s not true at all!” He shouted, running his fingers through his hair, pacing back and forth.

“How am I supposed to believe you Peter?” You choked out, watching the brunette haired boy in front of you.

“Because, if you give me another chance, I can prove it to you, I-I can be a better person, your person.” Peter’s spoke softly, his own eyes starting to tear up as he observed you carefully, his heart beating so hard you could hear it.

“Promise me.” You whispered, shutting your eyes tightly, and for a second you heard nothing, until he breathed out the words you’ve wanted to hear.

“I promise Y/N.” Peter whispered back, and for a moment the old you was back, and Peter recognized his best friend again.

But then a loud sound filled the air, something, or someone flew through the air, shooting into a building, making it catch on fire.

You flinched, watching in horror as the building started to become more and more dangerous.

“Peter.” You whispered, looking at him wide eyed, you were right in the path for the building.

His eyes widened, realizing what was going to happen, you stood there, your body trembling in fear, you screamed at your legs to move, but they didn’t.

And then it happened, a loud explosion erupted, echoing throughout the dark sky.

Peter started sprinting to you, the sound of the building falling getting louder, metal and dust starting to cloud the air.

“Y/N!” Peter shouted, his eyes searching frantically for you, his legs burning from running so hard.

You tried to run, the best you could, before making eye contact with Peter, your eyes filled with fear, as was Peter’s.

“Peter!” You screamed, as he ran to you, pushing everything he had left in him to get to you, he had to get to you.

The air was getting worse, and before he knew it, the building fell completely, and so did his heart.

His eyes searched for you, his mind moving at warp speed, this couldn’t happen, not now, not after everything that’s happened.

And then there was silence, Peter’s heart breaking at the scene, he was too late.

That night in Queens, it was as if time stopped, and all that was heard was Spider-Man’s strangled sobs and screams.

into my arms

length: 1.2k

genre(s): fluff

warnings: none

simon gets his sandwiches and snowbaz goes stargazing

a/n: thank you to @bazwearsjeans for the beta!! and to @andonewillbringhisfall for organizing the leavers ball!! (sorry this is late lol) from now until july 31st i will be posting every wednesday so track the tag #egfics to see new fics ^__^



Simon

Baz finally got us some sandwiches. Well, he got me some sandwiches. He’d sat and talked with Cook Pritchard while I’d scarfed down about four. I suspect he didn’t want to eat in front of her; I understand all of that now. I understand Baz now. Well, as much as he’ll let me. Which is more than he used to, really. It helps that I pay attention; that I think about him. Not that I didn’t think about him before, I just think differently now. About him. About us.

Once Baz had decided I’d eaten enough, he’d bid Cook Pritchard good night and all but dragged me out the door and onto the Great Lawn. Which is where we are now. The Great Lawn. Stretched out under the stars, lying side by side. I can feel my wings digging into my back, but I barely notice as Baz takes my hand and rests it over his heart. I can feel it thumping steadily under my hand, a familiar feeling. Whenever we’ve shared a bed–which isn’t often–I like to sleep with my ear to his chest. He laughs at me for it, but it’s soothing. He’s soothing. It’s strange to think that.

My hand is rising and falling as with every breath Baz takes, and I feel it hitch when I start to move my hand. Just slowly–down and up–barely reaching his stomach. When my fingers finally brush across his ab muscles, they’re tense, like he’s preparing for an attack. “Someone could walk out,” he whispers, and I laugh.

“Haven’t I established that I don’t care?”

Baz just shakes his head and smiles indulgently. His smile grows wider when I roll over until I’ve nearly got him pinned underneath me. Baz’s hair is slicked back, but a piece has fallen out. It makes me want to free all the strands, so I do. He grunts in surprise as I slide my fingers through his silky hair, loving the way it feels in my hands. I tug gently, and Baz’s eyes widen. I do it, and grin when he groans.

Baz

“Snow,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, “what are you doing?” Instead of answering, he ducks his head down and slams his mouth into mine. It’s just as much of an assault as before, but I’m used to it by now. I’m not used to this side of Snow, though. Tonight he’s clingy, all roving hands and cheeky smiles. I’m not sure what’s changed, but I’m bloody well not going to question it, now am I?

Snow lets go of my hair and brushes his fingers past my neck. They’re warm, as usual, and the difference in temperature makes me gasp. He takes advantage of my open mouth, shoving his tongue into my mouth and catching me by surprise. (Good surprise. Always a good surprise.) He tastes a bit like roast beef, and instead of being a turn off, it just makes my mouth water. I’m so hungry.

I put my hands on Snow’s chest and shove, hard. Instead of rolling off me, he just sits up on his knees, towering above me with a knee on either side of my thighs. I can barely see him in the moonlight, but his hair is tousled and his lips look kiss-swollen. He’s panting heavily and I want nothing more than to grab him by the collar and pull him back down to me, except I’m afraid.

“What the hell, Baz?” Simon asks, trying to catch his breath. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. I don’t want to admit I’m afraid of hurting him. I try to subtly run my tongue along my teeth, hoping Simon won’t notice. That would be even more of a buzzkill. I don’t feel my fangs, I don’t even feel them beginning to pop out, and now I feel a bit silly. How Simon notices my faint flush in the dark, I have no idea, but he reaches out and strokes my cheek softly.

“You aren’t going to hurt me.” He sounds so certain that I almost want to believe him. Maybe I do believe him.

“Snow…” I say. “Simon…” But I don’t get to finish, because his lips are on mine and somehow his hands have made it to the collar of my shirt. His fingers linger at the top button.

“Is this okay?” I nod. Normally I would chastise him for getting my suit dirty, but it’s like something strange has come over me. Simon revealing his insecurities broke open something inside of me, something soft and delicate that I don’t recognise. Something that apparently wants my boyfriend to undress me right here on the Great Lawn.

As if reading my mind, Simon snorts. “I don’t want to get you starkers. Just–” He unbuttons the top two buttons and drops his head, kissing, and sucking at my neck until it feels like I’m melting. One of his hands slips back into my hair, and the other one starts to sneak down my chest until his fingers begin to creep under the hem of my shirt.

Crowley, is this what dying feels like? Every nerve in my body is on fire; Snow is attacking from all sides and I’m completely helpless under him. I’m convinced this is all I can bear when he starts grinding against my thigh. My hips jolt, nearly throwing him off of me, and then everything stops. The hands. The kissing. The grinding.

I groan. “Why did you stop?”

“Do you want to keep going?” he asks, sounding nervous.

“Merlin, yes,” I exhale. Simon still looks nervous, and his eyes keep darting in the direction of the ball. The one that’ll be ending soon. Oh. Oh. “We don’t have to keep going,” I say, trying to hide the regret in my words. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“Don’t be daft. Of course I want to keep going…just…shouldn’t we be getting back? Won’t people be wondering where we are?”

“No,” I say, thinking of my bed back in our old room; of all my old fantasies. Of pressing Simon into the mattress. “No, I have a better Idea.”

Simon

Baz’s voice promises something exciting, and the hand on my waist keeps dipping lower and lower. It brushes my arse, and I stiffen, but he’s only reaching for my tail. “So you don’t trip,” he murmurs, smooth as silk. Bullshit, I want to say back, but I’m too intrigued to argue. I let him guide me across the lawn, trying to hide how nervous I am. Where is he taking me? I must seem worried, because he stops walking.

Or maybe it’s because we’re here. In front of Mummer’s House. “Baz?” I ask, and he smirks at me. It starts to falter when I don’t answer back, and his hand drops from my back.

“We don’t have to,” he says apologetically, “I just thought…”

“I know,” I say, reaching for him, grabbing his upper arms and stroking them soothingly. “I know,” I repeat, “and it’s okay. I want to.”

He looks up at this, squints as he studies my face to gauge whether I’m serious. I am. I hadn’t thought I’d want to go back to our old room, but now that I’m here, it sounds perfect. I let my arms drop as I wait for his answer.

“Okay,” Baz says, sounding relieved. “Okay, yeah. Let’s go then.” He smiles as I take his outstretched hand, and we climb the stairs. Together, for the first time ever.

Side by side.

Morning Coffee: Love & Lust.

read part one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | epilogue

warning! smut in this chapter. this is pretty vanilla and cliché for a few reasons: i imagine that’s how it’d be between these two particular characters their first time, and also this is my first time posting smut. may seem as though it’s moving slow but that’s the point, please don’t judge me too hard for this as i tried my best! also if you asked to be tagged and weren’t, i apologize and please send me an ask. and sorry this took forever, i had exams.

↳ Part Eight.

Originally posted by babyspencerreid

You had wondered many times within the past couple months if and when you and Spencer would sleep together. He had only mentioned sex once before to you and it was an innocent comment about his experience– with heated cheeks he admitted that he had nearly none, he had only slept with one person one time. You assured him it was nothing to be ashamed of because it truly wasn’t, plus it was none of your business who he had chosen to share his intimate moments with before he had been with you.

You had more experience than him in bed but had only had a few partners since you preferred to have a strong emotional connection with the person you were sleeping with. Save for the few one night stands here and there, which always contributed to your loneliness rather than getting rid of it.

You were currently on the couch in your apartment, Spencer’s body was pressed up against you as his lips feverishly moved with yours. The music that you’d turned on earlier was long forgotten but it still echoed in the back of your head as you heard the meaningful lyrics of the sweet song.

Spencer’s hands were cupping your cheeks as his tongue poked out of his mouth and touched against your bottom lip. He’d always adored your lips, the shape and color of them along with the way they moved when you kissed him or when you spoke. 

He was sat upright with his back pressed against the couch but his head was turned to the left side where you were. In an attempt to get closer you pulled your knee to the other side of him, straddling his lap without breaking the kiss. You ground your hips down on his for some friction without it even being intentional but he didn’t seem to mind, and the moan that escaped his mouth and fell between your lips proved your assumption correct.

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14,16 for tom???💖💖💖💖🍗

Pairing: Reader x Tom

14 - “You can’t solve all your problems by hiding in bed all day.”

16 - “I know when you’re lying.”  “Yeah, how’s that?”

Originally posted by spiderholland

You heard the door creak, as you were tucked under the blankets that were currently hiding the sun from your face. It was well past nine in the morning, to some that’s normal. But to you, it felt like wasting a whole day sleeping anytime past nine. Your boyfriend had opened the windows, revealing the sun that already was heating up the duvet as it casted down into your apartment.

“Good morning, love.” You heard him speak softly from somewhere in the room. You made no motive to say anything back. Though, you weren’t upset with him, or anything. You were just simply not in a good mood. Everyone is allowed to have a bad day.

“Babe,” he cooed, closer to you now. “I brought you some tea.” He said. His loving voice persuaded you from under the covers. You poked your head out, the bright sun making you squint up at him. Your messy hair fell over your face, making him snort.

“Don’t laugh at me.” You said, pouting up at him as he came to sit on the edge of the bed beside you.

“Sorry, you look adorable.” Tom soothed, placing the tea cup on the bedside table. You watched him curiously for a moment before laying your head back down on the pillow.

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I’M GONNA DO A QUICK LIL INTRODUCTION HERE SISTERS! bc i’m lame and new!!! well i’m not new to the fandom etc but this is a fresh blog and this is the first time i’ve ever posted my writings anywhere for the general public (who happens to be searching for harry styles smut) can read it and I’M GEEKIN TBQH!! anyway, hi hello – i have a name, but im gonna let u guys call me T, even tho my name starts w H. H would get too confusing should this work out the way i’m hoping it will! so i’m T. and i like writing and harry styles and so i thought i, along with everyone i scream about H to in the wee hours of the night, would probably find it beneficial if i had blog where i could do that and ppl who actually want to read about how i want him to spit in my mouth! i’ve been a silent lurker of the tags for awhile now (shoutout to @stylesunchained, @permanentcross, @jawllines, @canistay-haz for the inspo behind me finally making this godforsaken blog) (please be my friend) (i’m very intimidated by all of u). so yeah i hope this works out, and if not then it was fun to share this little bit of a something with all of u! and if it does then i’ll likely post a pt 2 to this!  if u like it like/reblog if ur into the kinda thing ig :) also my praise kink is jsut as alive as harrys and my ask box is always open to discuss either one <3

“Pet,” he starts, and you smile, because after a long moment of just standing there and listening to each other breathe, you hear the familiar nickname and know you’ve got him back. “You are the meanest, most stubborn, woman ’ve ever met. Got a bloke full on puttin’ himself out there in front ‘f thousands, ‘nd you run away. Same bloke tells ya’ exactly what he means even after that, 'nd ya’ tell me I don’t mean it?” He murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear it. “Tell me how I can prove it to ya’,” he adds before you can get another word in, and he seems to already have a good idea, because his nose is brushing against yours already, but you quickly figure out that it’s going to take you asking for it before he does it, because Harry’s humble, but he has his pride, and you doubt he needs you fucking with it anymore tonight.

“’M going to start screaming if you don’t kiss me in the next three seconds,” you state, and he’s laughing as he presses his lips to yours, his hand cupping your cheek, and it’s gentle and soft and everything you ever imagined kissing Harry for the first time would be like.

And that’s how you die.

or

Harry’s your best friend and then you realize a lot of things, mostly that you’re an idiot

7k+, smut, overuse of the word ‘because’

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boy entrancers

Min Yoongi / Suga / Agust D | BTS
6k words | COMEDY / FLUFF
ROOMMATE/BEAUTY GURU AU
warnings for language
(named OC)

Originally posted by taesscripts

this is purely for my own entertainment, but I hope you all laugh and find it cute, too. reblogs with commentary in the tags is amazing.

Something black and spider-like on the kitchen counter catches his eye as he pours himself a glass of water, and he pauses to look at it, half to see if he needs to get something heavy to squash it, or if he needs to heave in a breath and shout–

“Goddamnit, Luna, can you please stop leaving your eyelashes everywhere?”

“Don’t throw my boy entrancers away!” he hears her shout back, and Yoongi slams his glass down onto the counter and scoops the lashes up into his hand, bristling.

He finds her sitting on the floor in the office–or, her beauty room, rather–looking through shadow palettes. Luna wordlessly holds her hand out for them without looking up, and he all but smacks them into her palm, causing her to look up, startled.

“Uh, can you be a bit more gentle, please, these cost thirty dollars.”

He gapes.

Thirty dollars? You pay thirty dollars for eyelashes?”

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Fool Me Once

read on ao3

I’m back from my brief hiatus with a fic that absolutely no one asked for! I hope you enjoy it!


Andrew had lived in Baltimore back when he lived with the Stevensons. Baltimore was an ugly city, full of run-down factories and towns that had bigger gangs than budgets, side by side with stadiums and news stations and hotels.

Gentrification, Andrew’s word of the week, was terribly appropriate here.

Gillian Stevenson was a teacher who thought strongly about everything. She was either with you or against you. Unfortunately for the school board, she wasn’t with them.

Andrew would head to her classroom once the dismissal bell rang, listen to her complain as he helped her clean up after her students, and hopefully be given a slice of whatever cake she was pairing with her wine to dull the agony of the impending parent-teacher conferences.

He liked Gill.

Markus Stevenson was a gym teacher Gill had met at one of her old teaching jobs. Markus had been a football player in college and seeing a borderline malnourished child on his doorstep made him want to encourage Andrew to find a passion in sports.

He supposed Markus could be worse.

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Special Instructions (2/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3)
Rating: M (lots of unnecessary cursing, sexy times in later chapters)
Word Count: ~3300
Chapters: One

i’m shocked by the feedback on this ridiculous fic haha, thanks all. for the fans of hot mess emma, ch3 is the chapter for you lol

reader requested tags: @lenfaz @ilovemesomekillianjones  (and @stubble-sandwich because lbr you pretty much are the reason i didn’t abandon this idea when i was playing around a couple months ago)

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Special instructions: would u buy us more beer? like a lot. i will pay u

“Oh my god, Ems, I think Robin and Regina are getting it on in your room.”

She jumped at the sound of Ruby’s voice yelling in her ear over the sound of the music, then let out a whiny groan.

“Gross, on my bed?” she asked, disgusted at the thought of having to wash her linens before sleeping in them. She was buzzed enough to enjoy the atmosphere but not enough to let her friends fuck in her apartment. “Ugh, let me go stop them before I have to light my mattress on fire.”

Her movements were stilted and she stumbled a little as she walked down her hall. Sure enough, her door was shut and a sock hung from the knob. Her fist banged on the wood.

“Don’t you guys fucking dare! Go to your own apartments for this shit or I’m never inviting you over again. This isn’t college,” she shouted. A muffled grunt that sounded sort of like an apology came from the other side and she figured she’d leave and at least give them a few minutes to collect themselves.

“Emma! Where’s the beer?”

The question came from her brother who was currently losing (horrendously) at beer pong to Elsa, who had surprising accuracy for someone who was drunker than most people in the room.

“Uh, we’re out. I was about to go walk to the convenience store around the corner to get some more.”

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Persona 5 Headcanon: Studying w/ The Phantom Thieves

Originally posted by kutout

A lack of P5 imagines here… And so, to begin finals week, I’m gonna take advantage of it. :P :3 I got you fam. [I haven’t finished playing through the game, so some characters might be shorter than others… I literally only just finished changing Madarame’s heart]

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Ultimate Fangirl

Summary: My Marvel, inner fangirl gets exposed during my DC press tour, and now that’s all I talk about during my interviews. When going onto Ellen DeGeneres’ show, she not only has questions in store for me but a surprise as well. 

Author’s Note: THROWBACK THURSDAY! I wrote this a long time ago and decided to share it with you guys. I wrote this in first-person, because it’s a bit personalized. It’s based off of my interaction with Sebastian Stan during WWC Sacramento with @pleasecallmecaptain. AND based on Graham Norton’s Spice Girls Prank on Emma Stone.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan x Anthony Mackie x Reader (Platonic)

Words: 1,648

Originally posted by food-oriented

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61 poly sanders

61. “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

warnings: none, i think? but if there’s absolutely anything you need tagged please let me know!

“Oh my goodness, look how cool it is!” Patton says, clapping enthusiastically—and flinging bits of dough onto Logan’s shirt.

“Go and wash your hands off,” Logan says, grimacing and brushing himself off. “You too, Prince.”

Roman, who has been fastidiously picking dough out from underneath his nails for the last two minutes, says, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

As the two of them wash their hands in the sink, Virgil nudges Logan’s back with the toe of his sneaker—he’s sitting up on one of the kitchen counters, the recipe clutched in one hand and an (adorable, although Logan will never admit it) furrow between his brows. “You’re sure this is safe?” he asks, his voice pitched low so that the other two won’t hear.

“Positively,” Logan says. “It’s done in science fairs all over the world by children in elementary grades, so I doubt that any of us, as mature adults, could possibly be injured.”

“What if we did it wrong?”

“Well, the dough is already done, so the only mistake we could make now would be to put the ingredients into the bottle in the wrong order.”

“And what happens then?”

“Not much. It might explode earlier than we had planned, but—”

“Explode?”

“Yes, explode. Like in the Youtube videos? That wasn’t scary, was it?”

Virgil shakes his head.

“Well, then, there’s nothing to worry about. Besides, you aren’t the one who’s—well, you know.” Logan pats Virgil on the knee, then turns back to Patton and Roman. “Are you two almost done?”

“I can’t get it out from under my nails,” Roman whines.

Logan nods. “I’ll help you later. Let’s finish this first.”

“Oooh, can I put the stuff in? Can I, can I, can I?” Patton asks, bouncing on his toes.

“Certainly.” Logan hands Patton the ingredients—warm water, red food coloring, baking soda, vinegar, and dish soap. “Water first, then the coloring, then the soap.”

Patton hums cheerfully as he works, pouring the water into the bottle that they’ve molded their volcano around. He drops in a generous amount of the coloring and soap, then reaches for the baking soda and measures it out.

“Can I pour the vinegar in?” Roman asks.

“I thought you wanted to hold your hand over the top?” Logan asks. “That’s the most important part, after all. You can’t let any air in or out, or—”

“Yeah, yeah, it won’t work. Okay, fine. I’ll do that. Patton, are you—”

“Vinegar!” Patton says, beaming and grabbing the bottle. “Ready, you guys?”

“Remember to move quickly, Roman,” Logan says. “As soon as the reaction begins, your hand needs to be in place.”

“Got it.”

“Alright. On three, Patton. One, two, thr—”

Patton tips the vinegar bottle up, and the vinegar sloshes down into their volcano. Then he quickly moves away, allowing Prince to slap his hand over the hole on top. One, two seconds pass, and then—

Red liquid bubbles up between Roman’s fingers and he shrieks, drawing his hand back to himself. “Oh no, gross, gross, gross, it touched me, it smells like vinegar—”

Virgil, after a brief moment in which Logan is sure he’s checking that Roman isn’t actually injured, throws his head back and laughs. “Oh, god, Princey—”

“We must have done something wrong,” Logan says, although it’s difficult for even him to keep a straight face when Roman is whining and ranting and wiping his dripping hand off on his sash. “Although I can’t fathom what.”

Patton picks up the recipe, which Virgil had set on top of the microwave, and looks at it. “Oh, well—it doesn’t say anything here about cutting off the air from the mixture. Are you sure he was supposed to put his hand on top of it?”

“You’re so gullible,” Virgil says, still laughing. “You don’t put your hand on top of it. We just made that up.”

Roman pauses in his flailing to offer Virgil a poisonous glance. “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

“Mm-hm, and you—”

Roman lunges at Virgil, rubbing some of their volcano’s fake lava into his hair. Virgil yelps and bats him away, but the damage has been done—there’s a damp spot near the front of his head, and foamy red liquid is trickling between his eyebrows.

“So that’s how you want to play,” Virgil says, his voice low and dangerous. He slides off of the counter and grabs the bottle of vinegar, unscrewing the lid—

Roman is gone before he can do anything, pelting through the house with Virgil close on his heels. Logan waits until their shouting has faded some before he glances back at Patton. “I believe that is what you would define as ‘fun,’” he says.

Patton beams at him. “You had fun?”

“Perhaps.”

“Oh, I’m so glad.” Patton pulls him into a tight hug. “You deserve to have fun. But, uh, you and Virgil are going to clean this up.”

Logan chuckles. “Certainly, love.”

*Tease* (Chapter Two)(1000 Follower Fic!)

Welcome back! Thanks so much for all the love on Chapter One, this is so much fun to write!
This Chapter is more of Nat/Tony because them as besties is the CUTEST!!!
I tagged everyone who liked/commented yesterday, sorry if I missed anyone! If you want to be added to the list just let me know!

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“This.” Natasha handed Tony something in a dark red, and something else in pale blue. “Wear this.” She took another sip of her champagne, which was really half the reason she even shopped at this store. A glass of champagne as you browse the lace and silk and satin lingerie in the intimate little shop.

“Um, Nat.” Tony held up the two hangars, raising his eyebrows. “I will admit to being new to this whole, lingerie thing? But baby girl there’s literally nothing here.”

“Nonsense.” Natasha pushed her hair off her shoulder and grinned a little wickedly. “This is the top.” she slid her fingers through the lace. “And this is the bottom.”

“No.” Tony shook his head. “This is a string.”

“It’s a thong, Tony.”

“It’s a string, Natasha!” Tony retorted and she giggled–legitimately giggled at him.

“Tony. Just– okay, you obviously can’t try on the bottom, but please just try on the top. I think the red will be so pretty on you and Bucky wears red all the damn time. And that pale blue will make Steve’s perfectly shaped head explode.” She giggled again, tipping her glass up to empty it and taking the mostly full glass from Tony’s hand. “I’ll take this. You go try things on.”

“Okay. So red for Bucky, blue for Steve. So what do I wear if I want them both drooling over me at the same time?”

“Ah.” Tasha rifled through the lingerie rack in front of them. “This.” She held up something black and skimpy with a triumphant smile.

“I don’t even know what that is.” Tony said, his eyes a little wide and Natasha sighed.

“So you know when I wear those little dresses you boys all like so much?”

“Oh my god, like the leopard one you wore at my birthday?” Tony groaned a little. “Nat that killed me. Killed me. I’m dating two super soldiers, and I would still just–” he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Anyway. Leopard dress.”

“It’s alright, Tony.” She winked. “I wear those dresses for a reason. And I wear stockings under all those dresses, remember?”

“No.” Tony shook his head. “No, honey, my eyes stop moving when they land on that ass of yours.” He took the champagne from her and drank it quickly. “Explain this little…this little thing. Keep going.”

“Alright, well I always wear stockings. And this—” she held up the little black item. “is holding my stockings up.”

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bf!haechan
  • lmao so originally i was supposed to post some svt requested fics that are long overdue but its donghyuck’s birthday so
  • i’ll post the svt requests laturrrr im so sorry for those who requested it
  • HAPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYYY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY LEE DONGHYUCK
  • so how would it be to date this savage meme boi?
  • lee donghyuck is vvv playful, he likes teasing people 
  • mark, jaehyun, taeyong, mark, let’s just say all nct members
  • and mark especially 
  • and you aren’t an exception my dear reader
  • bc lee donghyuck is a relentless little shit, so expect to be hit with savageness
  • with no amount of mercy whatsoever
  • your relationship is based on slander tbh jUST KIDDING
  • he teases the crap out of you, and sometimes he may go over the line between playful and hurtful, 
  • but this boy still loves you
  • but he really doesn’t show it when you’re around other people
  • he feels like the hyungs would think he’s going soft when they see him with you being lovey dovey 
  • so when you’re with mark or the others, he keeps the loving to a minimum and just roasts you or anyone
  • sometimes it doesn’t seem like you guys are a couple, because he doesn’t show much skinship in public and he always roasts you HARD
  • you’re not a pushover tho reader don’t worry
  • you’ll give this lil shit a run for his money
  • “babe, jagiya, baby, sweetie, baobei, tianxin, mi amor, my love, my life, Y/N. why are you so stupid?”
  • “stop making fun of me for falling down the stairs, hyuck. you should speak for yourself. you’re the reason the sm building had to have double doors”
  • “i am not.”
  • “you may as well be”
  • you guys sometimes team up to roast mark instead when you’re tired of roasting each other poor mark
  • donghyuck is a lil bit of a cocky shit sometimes
  • does “im cute and all of you are ugly” ring a bell?
  • no?
  • like he’s cute and he knows it, i know it, the fans know it, everyone knows it
  • but he likes hearing it from you
  • he likes-no loves hearing you compliment him
  • even tho compliments are very very rare in your relationship
  • but that’s what makes it more special
  • like we all have insecurities buried in the backs of our minds and well, sometimes his resurfaces and it makes him feel bad about himself
  • and it affects him so much
  • when that happens he’s quiet and he’s emotionless and doesn’t reply 
  • and his insecurities make him feel like he’s not good enough to do what he wants to do, to be who he wants to be
  • that’s why he keeps to himself, because he feels unworthy of the things he has
  • but you always reassure him that he’s worth it
  • that he’s so special, so talented, so handsome, and he deserves everything coming his way
  • and he shouldn’t feel apologetic about that
  • and that he shouldn’t listen to anyone who thinks otherwise
  • soooooo i mentioned before that he really doesn’t show much skinship in public
  • and i think that’s because he’s a lil shyyyyy
  • because for sure, his members would make fun him
  • and well, because strangers can see
  • when it’s just the two of you though
  • he’s very cuddly
  • like, sometimes y’all are on the couch with your legs on top of his and both of you sitting on each ends, and he never lets you move your legs because he likes the feeling of them against his
  • sometimes you’re lying down on his chest, with his left arm around your waist and his right one holding the phone up to his face
  • lets just say that everytime y’all are together a part of him has to be attached to any part of you 
  • imagine cuddling with him tho
  • doing those things i said ^^
  • huhuhuhuhuhu be my boyfriend donghyuck pls 
  • what about kisses tho
  • omg
  • i imagine your first kiss with donghyuck to be a light peck
  • and it was so so sudden 
  • like you were just so cute and your face was so close he couldn’t help himself
  • and you’re both a blushing mess after you realize what just happened 0_0
  • anddd it’s cute because he likes pecking you 
  • he just does it impulsively
  • not that it’s a bad thing
  • but it’s a bad thing for your health because everytime he does it you swear you lose at least 5 years of your life
  • and it honestly happens during moments when you least expect him to do it
  • like you’re in the middle of a daily roasting session and he suddenly leans in and pecks your lips and goes back to insulting you like it never happened
  • or when you’re trying to take the frying pan from him because he should rest and you really want to cook
  • or that time when you were putting on blush and was asking him if it was even on both sides
  • its not always on the lips though
  • like you were studying once and he walked by and suddenly pecked you on the cheek and went out without saying anything
  • only to return with pizza
  • or that time when you were carrying your groceries inside your apartment and you didn’t know he came over and he says hello by pecking your nose when you’re trying to put your keys on the table beside the door
  • moving on
  • dates with donghyuck vary 
  • you have your fair share of fancy restaurant dates, amusement park dates, movie dates, cafe dates, shopping dates, pokemon go dates, ice skating dates, laser tag dates, picnic dates, study dates
  • you know what i mean
  • but you’re favorite kind of date when you’re at home with him and pigging out and ranting about how the character is an idiot and just wearing your pjs smelling like utter crap bc none of you care 
  • because it’s laid back and you both don’t have to worry about being seen and don’t need to worry about how you look because you couldn’t care less if he looks like he doesn’t know what the hell a shower is
  • and he doesn’t give two shits if you smell like you don’t know what a shower is or maybe he does. he loves you, just pls, stop being stinky
  • another thing is i can see that he’s thoughtful but not that often
  • and it makes it more endearing
  • and his way is a bit unconventional, but still sweet if you think about it
  • like, he borrowed your phone and set an alarm 
  • but the alarm was him pterodactyl screaming
  • so, all in all, it was sweet of him to help you wake up for your 8am exam but you still want to have functioning ear drums
  • “did you make it in time?”
  • “yes i did. thank you, but next time, don’t scream at me pls”
  • “you’re welcome”
  • and you don’t notice it a lot, but he really listens to what you have to say he just makes it seem like he doesn’t know 
  • but on the inside he’s listing everything that comes out of your mouth
  • ‘so she hates pineapples on her pizza’
  • ‘oh okay her science teacher is giving her a hard time. i’ll ask jaemin if he can help her with science’
  • ‘she likes yeri noona’s hair color imma ask where she had it dyed’
  • ‘she likes taeyong hyung’s highlighter, imma ask the stylist what shade it is’
  • and then you’ll be surprised the next day or week after, he’s gonna bring up what you said 
  • and it’s honestly so sweet
  • he’s caring too
  • like he makes sure you eat well and on time
  • he even texts you to make sure because he’s killing himself with worry
  • and when you’re sick he brings soup over and tries to take care of you without catching whatever you have
  • and when he’s away he always texts you goodnight and tells you to text him if you’re on your way to school or if you’re heading home
  • or if you’re going out
  • actually even if he’s in korea or not, he always hast to be notified that you’re safe and sound in whatever place you went to
  • he even has your friends’ numbers saved on his phone so he can check on you when he’s far away
  • he even makes them promise to take care of you for him
  • you shouldn’t know that tho, so keep it a secret
  • and he always brings you stuff from abroad
  • sometimes its cute sometimes its random and just plain weird 
  • sometimes its weird but very useful
  • and he won’t admit that he got them because he thought of you when he saw it
  • how can something so evil be so fluffy
  • so all in all, he may be an evil, cocky, thoughtful, talented,caring, lowkey clingy guy
  • he’s still a wonderful boyfriend
  • and dating him?
  • it’s a damn wonderful long ass ride
Glowing Connections

Fandom: Voltron
Pairing: A sprinkle of Klance, a mention of Lancelot
Characters: Lance, Pidge, Allura, Coran, Hunk, Keith
Summary: The bond between Paladin and Lion is sacred and unimaginable. It is a connection between two souls completely attuned to each other and it is a bond that grows even stronger with time an care. It is a bond that can grow so strong it can leave a physical trace on a Paladin’s body. A mark that proves how connected a Palain and Lion truly is.

So why does Lance, of all people, seem to hate the markings so?

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AN - A terribly named fanfic based on the amazing glowing tattoos art by @jen-iii


Pidge let out a shout as sharp claws dug into the spot her green shoulder pad met her white chest plate, a crack in the armour that the creature she was fighting used to tear the chuck of metal off.  She cried out again as the harsh treatment damaged her shoulder and a growl followed her shout.  Lance held his weapon firmly, aim focused on the aliens own weak spot, in only a moment the creature would move its own shoulder just so, causing the protective scales to lift and give Lance enough time for him bullet to hit its mark.  

All he had to do was focus.

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Always Right Here

Highly requested! Part 3 in A Modern Love Story. Part 1, Millennial Love and Part 2, A Week in Montreal.  

Summary: After Tom’s unexpected (but appreciated) kiss, you and him have to figure out what the next best thing to do is. 


“Excuse me? Ma’am?… Ma’am?” the flight attendant said, taking you out of your daze. “Please put on your seat belt. We’re about to take off.” 

“R-right. I’m sorry,” you stuttered, as your seat belt clicked. Your eyes unfocused, the plane ambiance diminished, you placed your fingers on your lips.. Tom Holland just kissed me. Me. Tom Holland. Kiss. You sighed, placing your head back on the head rest. 

“Wow,” you whispered, still in shock.  

“Sorry?” the person next to you asked. 

“Oh, sorry. Just thinking out loud,” you chuckled nervously. 

Throughout the flight, all you could think about was Tom’s soft lips against yours. The urgency. The passion behind it. The longing for more. There was no denying that, as a fan, you had fantasized about Tom being your boyfriend. But, could he really want that? Like… it could have just been in the moment. Maybe he was just being.. friendly? You drove yourself deeper into denial, talking yourself out of the possibility that Tom might want to be with you, as not to get your hopes up. 


Once you got off the plane and put your phone off Airplane Mode, a missed call and voicemail came in from Tom. 

“Oh gosh,” you muttered, pressing play and putting the phone up to your ear. 

“Hi Y/N… So… well I hope you landed safely, first off.. Second off.. I’m sorry,” he started. “That was awful timing. I’m sorry. But, I really, really like you and seeing you leave… I was afraid that I wouldn’t see you in a while. I was thinking about how important you are to me, and how you’re always right there for me. Something came over me…” he momentarily paused, as Harrison shouted in the background: “HEY Y/N! I’M HERE, TOO! THIS IS ALL A LITTLE STRANGE NOW THAT I’LL BE THIRD WHEELING!” 

“Shut up, Haz,” Tom scolded. “So.. yes. I’m sorry again, and I hope you can ring me when you have time. We should talk… Okay.. Thank you, talk to you later, love you— Fuck.” The voicemail abruptly ended. 

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She Gets It From You

Summary: Becca and Bucky search for the perfect costume for her ballet class’s Prince and Princess Dance. What she finds is quite unexpected…

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader, OFC Becca Barnes

Warnings: fluff overload

Word count: 1388

A/N: Requests and tags open! As always, thanks for reading :)

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Bucky stared at the rows and rows of princess costumes in the costume store. There were so many choices, and so much glitter. Bucky shuddered involuntarily at the thought of having to clean up after the trails of glitter his daughter would certainly leave behind as she danced around the apartment. He was convinced glitter was the STD of craft supplies.

Becca stood in front of him, hands tucked under her tiny chin in fierce concentration as she decided on the perfect costume for Prince and Princess Day.

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