or if he just went to the parties afterwards

kisses all around

summary: Richie’s kissed all of the Losers at one point in time. Whether it be for a dare or figuring out his sexuality or because he’s dating one of them. Although, the Losers think Richie hasn’t kissed Eddie - it makes sense. They’re in a secret relationship. But, of course, Richie forgets that small detail. 
warnings: boys kissing, swearing.
pairings: reddie (richie/eddie) with a side of stenbrough (stan/bill), bichie (bill/richie) & platonic beverie (richie/beverly).
a/n: Honestly, I hope you guys like this bc idk what I’m doing tbh. I’m basically winging this. Also I’ve never done a boyxboy fic so bare with me, pals. Oh & sorry if any of them are out of character, I’m need to get used to writing their personalities. (also please give this some attention if you like it).

Richie Tozier liked boys and girls.

He figured that out when he had to kiss Stan Uris in a game of spin the bottle at a party during their freshman year in high school. Of course, he was very much confused afterwards and went up to Beverly Marsh the weekend she decided to visit Derry, Maine. After smoking a cigarette or two with the redhead, he asked to kiss her. Although, Beverly wanted a reason why. She pushed and prodded at Richie until she got the answer.

He was just confused, simple as that.  She agreed right then and there, and proudly kissed Richie.  But somehow that made him even more confused, because what the fuck, I like both? Beverly came out to Richie then to make him feel better.  She liked both, too. Over the years they started talking about cute boys and girls together whenever they could.

A year later during their sophomore year, Richie was a proud bisexual but only out to a few people: Stan, Beverly, and somehow Mike Hanlon figured it out. Richie exactly wasn’t sure how, but he did. During their fall break, the Losers were playing a game of truth or dare at the Quarry. Bev had once again visited Derry, Maine, and they were all extremely happy.  It wasn’t the same without their redheaded girl.

The game was fun - it was there when Richie was dared to kiss Ben. He simply laughed and walked up to the boy. He grabbed Ben’s face and planted one right on his lips before walking away. The Losers who didn’t know of Richie’s sexuality didn’t really think anything of it. It was Richie, why would they?

A year down the road, in their junior year, the trashmouth ended up getting drunk at a party with Bill Denbrough and they made out in a closet until Ben found them. Ben just stared at them for a moment before walking away; though, Ben questioned them both the next day when they were all hungover, but sober. Neither boy talked about it much, surprisingly. They had tried dating but eventually figured out they worked better as best friends than anything. (Kind of because Richie liked someone else who was shorter than him, feisty, and a hypochondriac; and Bill liked a curly headed Jewish boy).

The day when Richie kissed Mike was a completely blank of mind and mostly an accident. It was out excitement.  Mike had gotten Richie a vinyl of his favorite band at the moment for his birthday, and Richie got so happy that he just smashed his lips on Mike’s before continuing his excited shouting. Mike wasn’t grossed out, though. He didn’t mind it; he had to reassure Richie that a couple days later when the glasses wearing boy realized what had happened.

Now, onto Eddie Kaspbrak. Richie Tozier first kissed the smaller boy not too soon after he and Bill tried to do the dating thing. Richie had gotten so fed up with pining after Eddie that on Valentine’s Day, he kissed him in an empty hallway, blurted that he had feelings for him, and walked off. But, then, Eddie ran to him and pulled the taller boy down by the collar of his shirt.  Eddie quickly kissed Richie, again, and stated that he liked him back.

That was a full year ago. Maybe a few days added. Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak have been dating an entire year, completely unknown to the other five Losers.  Well, mostly.  Bev had her suspicions and Bill caught on pretty quickly. The others just chimed it up to be Richie and Eddie hanging out or being the weirdos they are every once in a while.

That is, until Ben brought up Richie having kissed everyone. They were stuck inside Bill’s living room because of the pouring rain outside.  An abandoned game of Go Fish sat on the coffee table and another forgotten game of Monopoly sat near the TV. Bill was sat beside Stan on the two seated couch; Bev sat on the arm of the recliner where Ben sat; Mike was sprawled out on the couch while Richie was by the wall; Eddie had disappeared to grab a snack from the kitchen.

“So, Richie, you’ve kissed almost all of us. Why haven’t you kissed Eddie yet?” He asked, genuinely curious. Bill rolled his eyes, obviously knowing the truth, and Bev covered her growing smile and laughter.

Richie scoffed and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.  “Well, fuck, Benny Boy, why the hell wouldn’t I kiss Eds? It’s not like he’s my boyfriend or anything,” he sarcastically retaliated.  But he quickly realized his mistake and his half closed eyes widened behind the glasses, which caused his eyes to look even bigger.

“You and Eddie are dating?” Ben asked.

Eddie, who was walking in from the kitchen, dropped the family sized Doritos bag and stared equally wide-eyed at their group of friends. They were all staring back. Except Bev, she was trying not to laugh. And Bill, he was grabbing a couple of dollars from Stan, who was actually glaring at them.

Richie!” Eddie yelled, voice high pitched as he turned to look at his now not so secret boyfriend.

Richie laughed, albeit nervously, and slung an arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “Obviously I’m joking, I haven’t kissed Eds ever! We’re not dating, why the fuck would-?”

“Cut it, Richie, you can’t fool us anymore,” Mike interrupted with a sly grin.

Eddie groaned and Richie rolled his eyes. Though, no one hated on them like Eddie thought would happen. It was why they kept it a secret. Richie didn’t want to push him into coming out and so he went along with keeping the relationship on the down low. At seeing none of them with disgusted expressions, Richie just grinned at Eddie. Eddie flipped his boyfriend off as he picked up the bag of chips.

“For outing us, I’m not kissing you for a whole day.”


Everyone laugh at Richie’s response. Eddie smirked and sat down by Mike’s feet on the couch. Richie grumbled under his breath and crossed his arms again as he leaned against the wall.

“Oh, cheer up, Richie,” Beverly laughed, “An entire day won’t be that bad.”

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck off, Marsh.”

a/n: okAY I hope you guys liked this, I thought of it half asleep this morning & decided “fuck it, I’m writing this” so here ya go, pals!! sorry for any spelling mistakes btw, I’ll fix it up later.

The Evans Taking Your Virginity [Preference]

Request: “Can I have the Evans handling taking your virginity?” - @ahstatejames

Count: N/A

A/N: Sort of tried something new with this. Probably won’t do it again unless you guys really love it, though, as I got a little carried away with it.

The formatting might be a little weird towards the end, sorry! My laptop charger broke and I haven’t gotten a new one yet, so I’m using my phone.

Tate Langdon (POST-Death)

  • Tate would be so ecstatic to be your first. Totally in love with the idea of “deflowering” his first real love. 
  • He’d definitely have to restrain himself when he got in the mood, probably acting very cold and distant until his “problem” goes away. 
  • He’d never much hesitate on initiating sexual favors, though. 
  • And he wouldn’t be nervous at all during each one.
  • Cocky little shit
  • But when the actual event comes up… His nerves would be a wreck.
  • He probably gave himself a little pep talk in his head before even considering doing anything. 
  • After things get started, though, it slowly melts away and he’s fine. He’s a good lay and he damn well knows it.
  • He’d go easy on you the first couple of times, but after that… Be prepared.
  • Definitely left marks. Small ones, but still.
  • But no matter what, he’d make sure you were comfortable afterwards. Even if it ended up just being a quickie in the kitchen pantry, he’d take care of you.

Kit Walker (PRE-Asylum)

  • Kit would always put your feelings first. Always. 
  • Total gentleman.
  • If things got too heavy and you were uncomfortable, he’d back off instantly.
  • He wouldn’t put any pressure on you, even if he was particularly in the mood that night. He’d just go in the bathroom and… Well, you know.
  • When you told him you were finally ready, he’d insist on taking you on a date before the two of you did anything.
  • And if the date was even the slightest bit awkward or sour, he’d drop everything. Wasn’t happening that night. 
  • But if it went good, he’d make sure everything at home was absolutely perfect.
  • Then, it’s just uphill from there.
  • He’s nervous, of course, but he would mainly just focus on making it great for you. 

Kyle Spencer (PRE-Death)

  • Kyle would get nervous even thinking about it. He’s probably been told way too many horror stories about taking a girl’s virginity by his frat brothers to know what’s real or not.
  • He’d probably bring it up every so often in casual conversation.
  • “Last week at that party, Will screwed, like, three girls. Found out that one was a virgin afterwards, too. Isn’t that crazy?” 
  • “Just wild, innit? Couldn’t imagine…”
  • And he’s always prepared. If it’s one of the rare moments he’s not, just look in the nightstand drawer. Condoms are never too far away in the frat house.
  • But much like the others, he wouldn’t pressure you into doing anything.
  • He’s just casually ask about it, going as far as eating you out (often) to help persuade you. 
  • 100% is only capable of saying “oh God.”
  • Or swearing. Lots of swearing.
  • Definitely a lot of gibberish, too. He wouldn’t say too many real words. At all.
  • He’d most likely end up with a lot of nail scratches by the end of the night by his choice. Souvenirs.

Jimmy Darling

  • Jimmy is honestly pretty unpredictable when it comes to this kind of stuff. I can see him going either way, really. 
  • I feel like he’d talk up a storm about how great he is in bed and how amazing it’d be to be with him.
  • Jokingly, for the most part. He could be serious about it, though.
  • But when the two of you get into things, he wouldn’t be nervous. More scared, if anything. 
  • You’d probably have to ask him to touch you a few times before he’d bother going the distance.
  • He’d probably be so scared of hurting you that you’d have to be on top.
  • You’d probably tease him a lot about that afterwards.

James March

  • Much like Kit, he’d give you your space and make sure you’re absolutely sure.
  • It’d be a long time before he would even talk with you about taking your virginity.
  • Then, when he finally agrees, his nicer side comes out. The non-serial killer-ish one.
  • It wouldn’t be planned in either side, that’s for sure.
  • It would be very sudden. Something along the lines of James getting angry and not remembering.
  • He’d realize it a few seconds later, though.
  • He’d probably still go through with it. He’s horny and he’s sure you’re finally ready.
  • James would be uneasy, but not nervous. He had thought about this moment for a very, very long time.
  • It would honestly be the most gentle, loving sex you’d ever get from him. Totally out of his typical character.
Something Different || Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader 

Warnings: Underage drinking and like one swear word. 

Summary: Peter decides he wants to attend Liz’s party but gets a little carried away. 

 Word count: 1.3k 

 A/N: So this is my first ever fic I’m posting so I just hope people like it but constructive criticism would also be accepted with open arms. Btw when I was writing this over half of it got deleted just after I had finished so I had to try remember what I could and rewrite. I was stressed to say the least lmao. 

I’m tagging my two loves who persuaded me to post this @tomsh0lland and @tomhhollands :-)

Peter Parker was the schools model student. He was quiet and awkward but he knew every answer to every question ever asked in the classes you shared.

You became good friends with the so called “genius” through academic decathlon. Quickly developing some interesting feelings which you prefered to try and ignore.
But Parker wasn’t exactly the social type. His idea of fun was staying in and building lego models with Ned, which you enjoyed too but sometimes you just wished that he’d actually do something a little more exciting. So when he brought up the idea of going to a party you were surprised to say the least.

You were in his room helping him design a poster for one of his classes when he mentioned it.

“Um so I heard Liz is having this party and I-I was sort of maybe thinking of going.” Peter mumbled avoiding any eye contact.
You laughed not thinking much of his comment but the silence that fell afterward made you rethink his sincerity.
“Oh you weren’t kidding.” You spoke feeling bad for not believing him.
“Yeah I just, I know it’s probably dumb but I thought maybe if I went I would get a chance to talk to Liz about something other than equations and formulas.”
Cue the feeling of your heart sinking at the mention of Peter’s huge crush on Liz Allan, the worlds most perfect girl.
You sat up on Peter’s bed trying to distract yourself from the feelings rushing through your body and focused on his proposal.
“Peter I think this is a great idea! We can finally branch out, maybe meet some new people!” You exclaimed already getting excited.
“Really? You want to do this ? Are you sure because I don’t want to force you into anything” He was already starting to regret his idea.
“Peter did you not here me ? I want to go, it’ll be fun !!” You smiled uncontrollably.

You stood outside Liz’s lavish suburban house along side Ned and Peter, who looked like he was going to be sick.
“Look you guys, I don’t think this is a good idea, I can call May. She can come pick us up, we can go get Thai food instead?” He rambled nervously, probably second guessing every life decision he had ever made.
“No Peter we are doing this, if it’s really bad we can leave but you at least have to walk through the front door.” You persisted, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the loud music and flashing lights.

You guys were standing in the living room chatting amongst yourselves when you noticed Peters eyes widen and his expression soften. You knew exactly what that meant, you turned your head and just as you expected, you saw Liz standing across the room.
Immediately Ned grabbed Peters shoulders and attempted to give him some sort of pep talk “Okay there she is, we all know she’s way out of your league but there’s no harm in trying. You can do this buddy”
Peter shot him a confused look but shook his arms and rolled his neck anyway. “You can do this. You totally got this.” He repeated, trying to hype himself up.
You groaned, sick of their stalling, and pushed him forward “Just go talk to her loser.” As much as you would have prefered him not to, you knew you had to support your friend one way or another.

Peter had made it half way across the room when he froze. You and Ned shared a knowing glance and it didn’t surprise you when Peter turned around and marched back to where you stood. “Nope nope I definitely cannot do this.” He didn’t stop walking and as he passed he grabbed your hand leading you towards the kitchen. “I think I need a drink.” He muttered.
This seemed to be Peters motto for the rest of the night.

A few hours had past, they had been somewhat eventful and Peter was now stumbling and slurring his words. The boy drank whatever he could get his hands on in hopes of it giving him some confidence. But let’s just say he got a little carried away.
By now he had reached the sleepy, needy stage of his drunkenness and lay with his head in your lap as you lazily ran your fingers through his now unruly curls.
“You know Peter, I think you’re too good for Liz.” You mumbled softly.
“Thanks but I know Liz is waaaaay to cool for me plus it’s just a silly high school crush.” He gave you a sweet yet drunken smile.

“Guess what though” He whispered “I liiiike you” He slurred.
“I like you too pete” You chuckled, glancing at your watch. “Actually I think it’s about time we left.”
Peter sat up and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks. “Nooooo you don’t understand.” He whined “I really really like you, like more than Liz Allan like you. She’s nice and all but you’re just so …. woooow.”
You could feel your heart beat quicken and heat starting to rise to your cheeks. “Peter honey, you’re drunk.” You replied not wanting to get your hopes up.
“Just because I’ve had a little to drink doesn’t mean I can’t be honest sweetheart.” He pouted.
“Okay okay how about we talk about this in the morning when you’ve sobered up?” You suggested pulling him up off the couch
“You’re too good to me.” He grinned throwing his arm around your shoulder.

The morning arrived and you stood outside Peter’s apartment awaiting an answer. When May opened the door she welcomed you in with a warm smile. You had always loved May, she was like the cool aunt you never had.
“He’s in his room and judging by the state he’s in you guys had a good time.” She grinned, sipping her coffee.

You slowly opened the door to Peters room, softly whispering his name to make sure he was awake. A soft grunt came from the figure curled up in bed. You took this as permission to enter.
“How are you feeling?” You gave peter a sympathetic smile.
“Like shit” He stated bluntly. “I can hardly remember anything. How drunk was I?” He questioned, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you.
“Well let’s see …” You sat down onto his desk chair “You did climb on to a table, announce to the whole room that you’re Spider-Man and then attempted to shoot webs, sounds and all, and you were utterly confused as to why it’s wasn’t working” You laughed at the memory.
Peter groaned and buried his head in his pillow.
“But don’t worry no one believed you” You tried reassuring him.

Peter sat at the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.
“Oh and before I forget, there was one other thing.” You stood up and tried to suppress the grin creeping onto your face. “Something about liking me more than you like Liz ?” You raised an eyebrow at Peter. His head shot up and his eyes grew wide.
“I uhhhh” He fumbled not knowing what to say.
“Look it’s fine, I get it. You were super drunk and probably didn’t mean it. We’re chill” You chuckled and sat down next to him.
“But that’s the thing … I defiantly meant it, I just didn’t plan on your finding out like that” He spoke softly, staring at floor beneath his feet as his hand slowly made his way into yours.
You could hear your heart thumping louder than ever before and you let out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god because I was afraid I was going to have to ignore these feelings forever” You beamed.

“I like you too Peter Parker” You whispered in his ear before kissing him sweetly, the taste of alcohol still lingering on his lips.

Jonathan Byers x Reader: Lifetime Opportunity

A/N: You’re the daughter of Silk Spectre and Dr. Manhattan and you slowly start to make a new friend and crush in Jonathan Byers. Another person also has their eyes out for you as well.

Originally posted by that-thing-that-feeling

Originally posted by cxhragrove

Your mother sent you to Hawkins when you were very little to live with one of her friends, Mr. Clark. He basically raised you from when you were nine years old to seventeen years old. He didn’t have to take care of you anymore because you were almost an adult. 

You can take care of yourself, he just gave you a home. But with the promise he kept with your mother to give you a home until you’ve reached that age where you could live on your own. Mr. Clark was like a dad with the occasional women he dated. They didn’t stick around very long and you tried to console him by listing the names of the flaws they had.

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Title: Newest Attention To The Family

Summary: the family throws a birthday party for baby reader

Chapter 4

A/n: the text version of this would load

Warning: mentions of Volturi
Today was the day that the Cullen/Hale family would celebrate the birthday of (Y/n) Grace Cullen/Hale, since Carlisle confirmed that she was but a few weeks old they decided on having that they would celebrate her being well just a few weeks old. Even though it was odd to most for celebrating a baby being only a few weeks old the Cullen/Hale family didn’t seem to mind at all.

Sending two teams out to get the stuff ready for the party they sent Jasper with Alice and the new parents out, Rosalie and Emmett, but Rosalie already being attached didn’t wanna leave (y/n) home if she wasn’t there but after some convincing from Esme and Bella she knew her daughter was in safe hands.

Still having a nagging feeling in her gut Bella assured Rosalie it was just her being worried for her child as any new mother would be for their kid, nodding the four Cullen/Hale’s drove off in their cars/jeeps and hit town to go get some things.

It was a rainy day today so it was easier for the Cullen/Hale’s to be out today, dividing up Alice and Jasper hit the party store to get some decorations while Rosalie went off to the baker to put in a order for a cake and Emmett went off to get presents.

Renesmee had been skyping with Jacob when she decided to show off her cousin, holding the camera straight Jacob watched as Renesmee walked over to Esme, who was currently holding the baby, and faced the camera towards her.

“Look (n/n), look at your big cousin. I want you to meet someone.” Renesmee said gaining the child’s attention, Jacob watched as the baby faced him her red eyes starting into his brown ones and she bobbed her head up and down as Esme bounced her on her lap. 

(Y/n) have Jacob a gummy smile before she exploded into a giggling fit as he smiled back at her. “Well aren’t you just adorable.” Jacob smiled towards the child before Renesmee the turnt the camera back over to face her, “Today’s her birthday!”, Jacob could tell Renessmee was excited. 

“Oh really how old is she turning?” He asked curious on how old the child was going to be, “She just a few weeks old.” Renesmee stated remembering what Carlisle said not to long ago, “Will you come attend her party, please Jacob?!” Jacob smiled in adoration, while Renesmee continued to beg he finally gave in to his mates whining and told her he would bring the pack to see if it was okay with them, she could hear arguing in background before she heard Sam say, “Fine but  Paul and Jared coming too.”, Renesmee squealed in delight before she said her goodbyes followed by her family saying bye afterwards, soon Jacob hung up up and went to go get Paul and Jared.

Alice and Jasper had returned a bit earlier then Roslie and Emmett so they decided to get everything ready, with it raining outside they had to have the party inside, not that anyone minded. Jasper and Edward would hang up the banner while Bella and Carlise would blow up the balloons or hang up the already floated ones. Renesmee kept (y/n) occupied by putting on a hand puppet show which amused the baby to no ending and Esme got started on making a couple of dishes. Sure they didn’t have to eat, but with Paul, Jared and Jacob coming over which Rosalie was not happy about until Edward assured her that was only coming over to say happy birthday and then give (y/n) presents before leaving Rosalie gave in.

Emmett placed the presents he bought for his daughter onto a table that was off to the side of the room, one by one each family member would leave and return a few hours later with presents. Rosalie picked her child up from the floor and decided to give her a bath and get her dressed in a outfit before the party started.

A truck pulled up in front of the house and out exited Jacob followed by Paul and Jared who each held a present for the newest Cullen/Hale child, Esme opened up the door greeting the three boys and lead them upstairs to the almost ready party. Renesmee ran over and hugged Jacob greeting him and his friends before she ran off to join her mom and dad who were in the kitchen helping Esme place the dishes down on the table.

“Hello Jacob, Jared. Paul.” Carlisle greeted showing them over to the gift table where they placed their presents for (y/n) down, going to sit on the couch Jared decided to break the awkward silence, “So where’s this mysterious birthday girl?” Bella smiled and replied “She’s getting ready.”

Emmett got the cam recorder ready as his wife stepping out with his daughter, a smiled tugged on his lips. (Y/n) wore a blue and white dress that had lace at the bottom of it, she wore black mary-jane’s on her feet white white socks that came up to her calf. A plastic crown was on her head which was clearly to big for her but she didn’t seem to mind as she just smiled and giggled at everyone.

“Come on time for pictures!” Esme smiled, Emmett placed the camera down and Alice took the camera that they had on the couch and waited for Rosalie and Emmett to stand in front of the white background paper they hung up, after snapping pictures of both parents with (y/n) or just (y/n) by herself they decided to cut the cake.

While Alice was bringing the cake she suddenly stopped and dropped the cake onto the floor, her eyes wide and mouth opened in shock, Jasper rushed over to her, “What’s wrong? What did you see?”, he asked.

“The Volturi, they know about (y/n). And their coming.”

anonymous asked:

meow there! maybe something like... the rfa and mc meeting briefly when they were children? And maybe now they recognize each other at the RFA after not meeting for a long time, or they were childhood friends, or they hated each other, etc? (Depending on who it is lol) not sure how you'd write this ^~^"

( ᐛ )و Meow there! (So cute!) I have an idea. If it’s not what you meant feel free to tell me!


-You were one of the few childhood friends he actually had

-Besides his brother, you were the only one who supported him and told him he wasn’t ugly

-You two only were able to see each other at school, but he had such a cute little kid crush on you

-But you moved suddenly- No explanation or warning

-As he grew up, he occasionally wondered about you, especially as he got more lonely.

-When he finally sees you in person, he can’t believe it’s actually you!

-He instantly hugs you so tightly, almost doesn’t even let go for a while

-Just constantly he’s hugging you or holding your hand

-”Maybe we were meant to be?”


-When the two of you were kids, you hated each other

-You thought he was such a jerk, and he thought your taste was bad. The two of you constantly fought each time you saw each other

-But one day you weren’t in the neighborhood? Weird.

-Turns out you moved, and your family lost a large amount of money.

-You weren’t poor, just not as well off

-When the two of you finally meet, you laugh as soon as you realize. It explained why he was being called a robot in the RFA chat. 

-He’s slightly surprised. Do you still hate him? Do you still have bad taste?

-”I remember you being….Very temperamental.”

-”I thought that’s how you were supposed to flirt as a kid!”

-Oh…My god. You even liked him then?? He’s very flustered.


-When the two of you were younger, you two were neighbors.

-He remembered you being very shy and hiding behind your parents- He remembered you the most for your pokemon shoes

-He wasn’t into games back then, but when your families met up for dinner every now and then, you were too shy to talk- Always playing a handheld or reading a book

-He developed a kid crush on you about the time you moved.

-When he sees you at the party he just can’t stop smiling. 

-”You’re not so shy anymore, are you?”

-”Oh my god, Yoosung!”

-After a tight hug, the two of you spend a lot of the time at the party and afterwards catching up

-He’s so happy you’re doing well, and that the two of you found each other again


-When he went to church, you were one of the people who always managed to sit beside him.

-He never talked about himself much, but you liked sitting next to him and brought him apples from your family’s apple tree.

-You were very nice, one of the few people that actually tried to talk to him

-After he left, he always wondered about you. Were you okay? Did you help others as a kid?

-He recognized you when doing the background check, but he didn’t want to admit it was you. He played stupid. Acted completely different. Did you know who he was? Did you forget?

-But when he found you in person….

-He gave you such a tight hug. You softly hugged him too, admitting how worried you had been about him ever since he left.

-He thanked you for everything, even though you never did much, but it helped him so much as a kid.

-Wants to keep you as safe as possible, you were so precious to him


–The two of you were friends as kids. You’d play pretend, and the two of you were pretty close

-But one day…Jaehee just left. Without any warning.

-Your parents tried to explained what happened, but it was still hard for you to deal with it.

-When the two of you met at the party, she was so shocked

-She even had tears in her eyes. You were her first friend! She was wondering what had happened to you!

-She’s so happy someone even remembers her from so long ago

-After a tight hug, the two of you make a night of going to the local cafe to catch up after the RFA party.

-She. Just couldn’t be happier. She’s so glad to have a friend again, she cries so much when the two of you are alone

-”Thank you so much for remembering me.”

( ´ ▽ ` )ノ So cute!

Past Life

A Shawn Mendes one shot.

Request from @alone-in-madness : Shawn and you are in a party and end up talking, you were instantly atrackted to each other and probably falling in love and you kiss, the kiss is steamy, passionate like they were waiting an entire life to kiss each other. You can continue 💕🙌🤗😘 **

The music was loud enough for me to feel the rumble of the bass in my feet as I walked through the party in search of my friend, weaving through all the drunk neighbourhood kids that had come out that night. I was fairly drunk myself, feeling the fog clouding over my brain. Eventually I found my friend Laurel by the fireplace talking to someone who had their back turned to me.

“Have you been drinking enough water?” I said, interrupting whatever Laurel was saying to drunkenly make sure she was okay. Laurel turned to me and laughed in disbelief.

“Yeah, Y/N. Have you?” She asked. I engulfed her in a hug of relief.

“That’s so good to hear, Laurel. Also, um, probably not. I’m very drunk.” I replied. Laurel laughed, making me shrug nonchalantly.

“I can see that. Y/N, this is Shawn.” Laurel said, gesturing to the stranger she was talking to. I turned to him and had to blink a few times to register that the guy in front of me wasn’t just attractive because I was drunk, but because he was genuinely attractive. He half smiled and let out a small laugh.

“Hi, Y/N.” he said. My brows furrowed for a moment as I continued looking at him.

“You’re that singer guy, right? I knew you lived in town and everybody always talks about you but to be honest I don’t really listen to your music.” I said. Laurel and Shawn both laughed, and my eyes widened. “That sounded mean! I’m so sorry!” I cried, putting my hands on Shawn’s firm shoulders. He was warm and solid, and his laugh was light as he shook his head.

“You don’t have to listen to my music, it’s alright. Do you want some water, Y/N? Let’s go get you some, alright?” He said, ducking to look me in the eyes, glancing at Laurel for approval. He was so much taller than me, and his eyes were kind. Laurel laughed again and put her hand lightly on my shoulder.

“Thanks, Shawn. Let me know if she’s too much trouble. It was nice talking to you.” She said, brushing by into the crowd. Shawn raised his big hand in a wave, then guided me towards the kitchen with that hand expanded over the small of my back.

“You alright?” He asked as we got into the kitchen. It was significantly quieter, with only a few people. I nodded and smiled at Shawn, who returned the gesture, holding eye contact for a moment before moving to the fridge to grab a bottle of water and handing it to me. I thanked him and took a big sip of it, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand afterward and hiccuping. Shawn’s smile grew at the sound of my hiccups.

“What!” I protested, my laughter being interrupted by more hiccups. Shawn just laughed and leaned on the counter beside me, shaking his head.

“Your hiccups are really cute.” He said, grinning at me. His cheeks were flushed red, making me smile wider.

“You’re really cute.” I replied. The tips of his ears went red this time, and he looked away. I hoisted myself up on the countertop and took another sip of water. “What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn’t you be partying with Miley Cyrus or someone instead of us?” I asked. Shawn leaned on his side to face me, laughing.

“I’m friends with the guy who lives here. Also, I have yet to party with Miley Cyrus, for the record.” He replied. I hummed, unsatisfied with his answer.

“Pickering isn’t that big. Weird that I never met you before.” I said. Shawn smiled still.

“We’re meeting now. I guess it was bound to happen, right?” I returned the smile.

“Is it nice to be back?” I asked. Shawn laughed lightly at how my brain was switching topics so quickly.

“It is. I wish I could be back more often.” He admitted.

“You must miss it. You’re my age, aren’t you? 18?” I asked. Shawn nodded in response. “I couldn’t imagine being away all the time at 18. I’m still a kid.” I sighed, leaning my head back against the cupboard. Shawn laughed.

“So am I. I mean, I love everything about what I’m doing, but a lot of people forget that I’m only 18. I like being home and being able to act my age.” He replied. I smiled wider.

“Getting drunk at a house party and wooing some girl with the whole rockstar thing?” I laughed. Shawn blushed.

“I’m not trying to woo you with the whole rockstar thing.” He defended.

“I never said you were trying to, but you are anyway. Come on, regular teenager, let’s go dance.” I said, hopping off the counter and grabbing his hand. I could hear Shawn laughing over my shoulder as I lead him to the living room where people were dancing. His laugh was airy, boyish, child-like, and it made me feel fuzzy for a reason that wasn’t the alcohol in me.

Shawn and I danced for what could’ve been forever, but I don’t think Shawn nor I were aware of the passing of time. We were just having pure, unadulterated fun. His dance moves were hilarious and awful, so I tried to teach him a few but he failed miserably. It just made it more endearing. We seemed to keep getting closer and closer, like the reeling in of a tether, until his fingers dug into my waist and my body pressed against his. He smelled warm yet fresh, and enticing. I could feel his breath on my neck. I wanted to get closer.

Eventually, needing room to breathe, Shawn led me out the back door to the patio. With the door closed behind us and nobody in the backyard because of the cool April night, things were quiet. The music was muffled behind us. The sky stretched above us. Our lungs filled with fresh, cold air that left in plumes floating to the dark.

“It’s so peaceful.” I whispered, feeling the need to break the quiet as little as I could. Shawn smiled at me, and I returned it before closing my eyes, focusing on the breeze against my cheeks. I only opened them again when I felt Shawn’s hand interlace my own timidly. He smiled shyly when I caught his eye, and held his gaze. “Did we really just meet a few hours ago?”

Shawn smiled. “I think so. It feels differently though.” He replied just as quietly.

“Maybe we knew each other in a past life.” I mused, making Shawn laugh lightly.

“That would make sense.” He said, pausing. “I’ve always thought I was a deer in my past life.”

I smiled. “I always thought I was a doe.” Shawn laughed airily, close enough for my to feel it. His hand played delicately with mine.

“That would make sense too.” He whispered, his nose brushing mine. My senses were overwhelmed by him, my only focus being on his lips and his breathing.

I was the one to close the distance and meet his lips. His lips pressed to mine in one long kiss before he pulled away and moved his hands to my waist and pulled me against him, my hands instinctively resting on his chest as we kissed again, our mouths open. My hands roamed up to the back of his neck where I threaded my fingers in his hair. I tugged gently and got a breathy moan from Shawn, making me smile into the kiss. My smile made Shawn smile, and he turned us so I was pressed against the bannister of the porch. His lips moved to behind my ear and then down, sucking hickies above my collar bone and raising small noises from me. He smiled against my neck and moved back to my lips, hand sliding down to cup my bottom.

“Y/N?” He breathed against my lips. I hummed in response, too engulfed in his taste to focus on the fact that he was trying to say something to me. “I- have a- confession.” He said between kisses. I pulled away in confusion and searched his eyes.

“What is it?” I asked. Shawn’s swollen lips spread into a grin.

“I may have been trying to woo you with the whole rockstar thing. Just a little bit.” He admitted. I laughed and kissed him again.

“Don’t worry. It worked.”

Daddy’s Girl - 25 (Steve McGarrett/Reader Daughter) Finale(?)

Imagine being Steve McGarrett’s daughter and showing up out of the blue in his office…Steve has a hard time adjusting…

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part SeventeenPart Eighteen Part Nineteen Part Twenty Part Twenty-One Twenty-Two Part Twenty-Three  Part Twenty-Five

Note: The end guys! Thanks for joining me on a fun filled wild ride, you might still get a few snidbits here and there of Steve/Daughter stories….or their might be a sequel…who knows! Love you!

Originally posted by sierragolfoneniner

Weeks…it took weeks for you to open up to him again about everything that happened at the warehouse.  You had nightmares thru the new year…since then they’d seem to get better.

He came home late one night after finally catching up on the mounds of paper work he’d put off for a while. He threw his keys in the blow and paused hearing people talking. He stretched his neck out looking out the back door seeing you and Catherine.

“I just keep seeing it happen over and over…” You told her frowning.

“I did too…” Catherine took your hand, “It will never go away. It’ll just fade.”

You shut your eyes pressing your palm against them trying not to cry, “I just…I don’t know what to do…shouldn’t I be over it by now? I mean…I…”

“It’s different for everyone.” She took your other hand looking at you seriously, “I have known good soldiers who have taken their first shot…and they never came back…”

“What…did they do?” You asked a tinge of fear in your voice.

“Well one came home and killed himself…” Catherine looked down, “He…refused to get help, refused to admit that it all bothered him…the other came back and became a doctor, but it took him a long time to get there. He went through hell and fought to make sure that it didn’t control him.”

“I don’t know if I’m strong enough…” You sniffed looking toward the ocean.

“You are…” Catherine smiled, “You asked me for help…”

You smiled a little, “Thanks Catherine…”

“Anytime…” She glanced over seeing Steve, “Your pops is home…”

You looked over quickly, “Dad…”

“Hey…did I miss a memo?” He looked at Catherine.

“Just girl talk.” Catherine stood up kissing his cheek, “Pizza? I’m buying.”

“I don’t know…” Steve looked to you for approval.

“Sure…no pineapple.” You told her as she walked inside.

“Roger roger!” She called back.

“Everything alright?” Steve looked at you, you nodded slowly, “Alright…I’ll be right back.”

Catherine pulled out her phone in the kitchen seeing Steve walk in, “I’m thinking breadsticks too.”

“Sure…whatever…is everything okay?” He knocked his knuckles on the counter.

She took a deep breath in, “Yeah, she called me a couple weeks ago…we’ve been meeting a couple days a week since…you know, when you work late.”

“Why?” Steve frowned as she stepped closer to him.

“She’s having a hard time adjusting still.” Catherine frowned, “Steve, you’re lucky she’s talking at all, kids her age don’t always come out to the end after this stuff…”

“But why come to you…why not…me?” He crossed his arms slightly hurt.

“I think she’s afraid of disappointing you.” She looked up into his eyes as his mouth dropped open. She held up a hand before he spoke, “I know…I know she never could, but she sees you go through all of these things and walk away. Something she can’t do right now. For crying out loud Steve last week you were kidnapped by a convict and were unphased.”

Steve shut his eyes taking a moment to collect his thoughts, “Is…talking to you helping?”

“I think so. Each time she’s been less focused on what she did in the moment and more that she just sees him die…” Catherine put her hands on his arms, “She’s not pulling the trigger anymore.”

“Good.” He let out a soft sigh, “As long as it’s helping…then I don’t care.”

“Yes you do…” Catherine smirked at him, “You’ll always care…you two have such a good relationship. An honest one…finding out she’s doing things without your help…it’s gotta suck…”

He sighed pulling her into a hug, “It does suck…but she’s doing it with you…so it’s okay…ish.”

Catherine smiled giving him a kiss, “I’ll order food…then you have to tell me if you still have the plan ready…”

He waited while she ordered thinking about what she mentioned. He didn’t know if he could go through with it anymore. Well most of it…he could still give you everything just…minus the surprise party.

“Sooo…” She turned back to him, “Did you get it?”

“I did.” He smiled, “Though she won’t be able to use it for a bit still…I think she’ll like it.”

“She’s gonna love it…what about the rest?” She hugged him around the waist.

He shrugged looking at her, “I don’t know…what do you think? Can she handle it?”

“Personally…probably not, but regardless,” She looked at him seriously, “I think having a birthday party will help show her all the support she has in one place at one time. Most likely you’ll be taking her home early.”

“That’s all I want her to know is that she has a family here.” Steve smiled before letting her go.

Catherine smiled at him, “I will continue all the planning on my side then. You just get her there. I’m gonna get cleaned up.”

“Alright.” He smiled following her out of the kitchen pausing as she headed upstairs. Finally, he turned walking back outside. He saw you working your way out to the beach chairs. He jogged a little catching up to you, “Need help, Shortie?”

You paused a little looking at him, “Actually I have something for you…I left it over here when Catherine showed up.”

“For me?” He pointed to his chest his eyes lighting up.

“Yeah.” You smiled a little moving around the chairs taking a seat before picking up a box offering it up to him, “Something I’ve been working on for a while…just finished it today.”

“What is it?” He took it feeling a little weight to it.

“Open it and find out.” You watched him sit down in the other chair.

He side-eyed you for a moment as he opened the flaps, “Do I need to be worried?”

“Just open it.” You leaned back in the chair watching him carefully.

“Fine…” He smirked a little looking into the box seeing large photo album. He pulled it out looking at the little picture of an ultrasound on the cover. The emotions running through him were evident as his fingers ran over the edges of it, “Y/N, what is this?”

You smiled a little as he opened it up seeing pictures of you as a baby, “You never got to see me as a kid, you know? So…I thought maybe you’d like to have something from the time you missed. I asked mom and grandma for photos of me growing up for a while now…”

He put a hand to his forehead looking at your first steps labeled, you second birthday, visits to Santa. He smiled at a photo of you glaring at the camera. You look like you were trying to study, you couldn’t have been more than eight.

Finally, he flipped the page to a selfie he took of the two of you from when you first arrived. You still had your cast on your arm from hanging off the cliff. You flashed a peace sign up smiling your head planted against his. He smiled at the pictures of you and the entire team, of you and Grace, and so many more.

“Y/N…” He looked at you, sniffing a little, “I don’t know what to say…”

“Do you like it?” You stared at him for a moment as his hands rested on the album.

He beamed at you, “I love it…this is an amazing gift. I expect to hear something about each picture.”

“Of course.” You perked up a little, “Maybe over dinner…with Catherine.”

“That sounds perfect.” He opened the book up again to flip through it making you smile.

After a moment you sighed, “Dad…”

“Yeah, baby?” He looked up to you seeing something on your mind, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…is wrong…” You glanced at him, “But…I know about the party.”

He sat up surprised, “It was Kamekona wasn’t it…I knew I should’ve just invited him day of.”

“No…it wasn’t him…though you are right you should always invite him day of usually.” You smiled a little before looking at him, “You actually tagged me in the email sent out…”

He shut his eyes sighing, “Let me guess…you don’t wanna go.”

“We don’t need to do something big like that…” You told him softly, “I’m not really feeling it.”

“Everyone wants to see you. They’re worried.” He tried to be reassuring.

“I know…I still just…I don’t know.” You looked out to the ocean, “Don’t feel like…peopling…”

Steve put the album down on the table between them, “I get that…”

“I just want to feel normal again.” You told him licking your lips.

“You will…” He watched you shake your head, “It’s not easy, Y/N. Taking a life never is…”

You heard his sigh hanging his head, “…you still remember…”

“Every detail.” Steve looked at you a sadness falling over his features, “It wasn’t anything I could stop…I knew what I signed up for…but when you are in the midst of fire fight and you just pull the trigger you don’t think…it’s taking stock afterwards…seeing no lights in their eyes…”

He’d never been so candid with you before as he went on, “I still his face every once in a while. I’ll wake up in a cold sweat and see him…usually after a bad case or…when I’m stressed, but I don’t let him keep me inside.”

You looked away and sat with him in silence. After a long moment, “Can…we at least have the ‘surprise’ party here?”

A smile grew on his face as he nodded, “Yeah we can do that, Shortie.”

You smiled looking at him, “Thanks dad.”

“You’re welcome…you’re friend Billy will be there too, if that makes you feel better.” He looked out at the ocean again when you looked surprised, “Among other things…”

“…yeah I got that email too…” You smiled a little watching the ocean with him, “It’s a nice truck.”

“I really got to watch who I’m tagging.” He hung his head.

“You’re a man of action…not of technology.” You laughed a little.

“You are not wrong.” He smiled picking up the book again opening it up to the first page pointing at a picture of sauce all over your face, “So tell me…is this the reason why you don’t like spaghetti?”

He smiled as you leaned forward looking at the picture. He didn’t know what to expect in the future, but in this moment listening to how your used to paint yourself with anything sauce related, was all he needed. You were definitely a daddy’s girl.

anonymous asked:

23f I hit puberty at an early age & always had sex on my mind. I gave my first blow job at 13 and willingly gave up my virginity at 15 in a hot tub in my back yard to a bunch of seniors my brothers friends during a party when our parents went away. He didn't see anything and it went smoothly just as I planned it. Afterwards I even took two of the guys back up to my bedroom with me for some more fun. I discovered that I really liked anal that night lol.


I really don't think the fight story is unrealistic!

I don’t quite understand why so many thinks the fight story about Isak is totally unrealistic. I mean, I would love it, if there is more to the story, and maybe there will be. But let’s get real… Why do so many of you think it is totally out of character for Isak to act this way? I thought the story was bogus too, when all we knew was, “I got jealous.”… Like over what? Now we know Even and Mikael was talking, which was what presumably sparked Isak’s rage. Vilde also wrote that Isak was drunk, which made him act stupidly. But people totally dismiss this story.

First off. Isak is known to be jealous! Season 1 Isak was the most jealous little shit ever. And yes, he did develop a lot, but having jealous tendencies is not something you just throw away over night. And keep in mind, he knows Mikael and Even have a past. They have history, and Isak doesn’t know what that history is. It has clearly filled up Isak’s mind quite a lot. And it is so easy for a story to get out of proportion inside your head… Especially if both your boyfriend and Best Bud™ know stuff they deliberately don’t want you to know about. It would drive me crazy too, tbh.

People also shuts down the drunk part pretty easily. We do know Isak was drinking, but no he wasn’t Eva-drunk. We have never seen Isak being shitfaced drunk, but he definitely had alcohol in his system, which can make you more sensitive, emotional and act more irrational. I could see him being drunk on the same level as he was drunk the night they went to Emma’s party… Where he acted irrational too, when he started to fight Mahdi over literally nothing! We know from this, that Isak can react physically if he gets upset when drinking… Especially if it involves Even.

And just like after the Mahdi incident, he knew afterwards it was stupid and embarrassing, that he acted like he did.

I really don’t find it unrealistic for Isak to react towards Mikael, the same way he did towards Mahdi. No, I don’t think he started to beat up Mikael, but that wasn’t  insinuated either. Aggressive pushing can easily be translated to hitting. (And his punching technics aren’t really anything to write fairytales about… Remember him hitting his locker? Hah).

I just hope he apologizes to Mikael at some point… But maybe not tonight. Because this is not eps. 9. This is eps. 8, and things will be WILD!!


Pairing: Pete Dunne x Reader
Prompt: “I’m not jealous.”
Word count: 2,227
 Smut (Even if it is short)
 Knowing me Pete is more than likely out of character as fuck right along with Trent and Tyler.

“She’s talking to that fucking asshole again,” Pete grumbled, folding his arms. Trent chuckled at his words, not seeing anything wrong with it “She’s just having a friendly conversation. Where’s the harm in that?” The harm? Every conversation you had with someone who wasn’t Pete, your husband, was harmful in his eyes.

Who were you speaking with? Seth Rollins. Pete didn’t trust him, he thought that he was too attractive and that he could get any girl he wanted. It irritated him, almost to the point that he wanted to drag you away and fuck you hard enough so you know that you can’t leave him. Was he a bit crazy? Probably. He’s only crazy about you though.

You two are spouses and seeing you talk to anyone else besides him made him think that whoever you were paying attention to was threatening your relationship. Pete stood there, scowling, trying to see if Seth would notice him and back off. Trent placed a hand on his shoulder “Relax, besides, they’re married to you. Not him. Remember that.” Trent slipped his hands into his pockets and walked away. Seth turned his head a little and saw Pete staring and looked back at you.

“He’s staring pretty hard.”
“We’ll he’s my husband and he also gets jealous easily.”
“So….should you even be talking to me now?”
“In his eyes, I shouldn’t talk to anyone….but that doesn’t stop me.”

You two began laughing and that was the last straw for Pete, he walked over there and snatched you up without saying a word to Seth. You just waved “bye” to Seth while being dragged away “You look like you were enjoying yourself.” “And you look like a jealous asshole right now.” It was always the same argument between you two.

Would Pete ever stop being jealous? Probably not. You knew how he was when you two began dating. Why marry him if this is a probably? Who knows. Maybe you’ve learned to block him out just a bit. Sighing, he crossed his arms, the frustration and irritation not leaving his face. You couldn’t help but laugh “If I wanted anyone else I wouldn’t be with you.”

Pete’s face softened just a bit, but still kept his stern look “Even if we weren’t together I’d go out of my way to make sure that you were in my arms.” He grabbed your chin with his index finger and thumb and raised your head, giving you a passionate kiss. You brought your hands up to his chest and pushed him back a bit “You do realize that we’re still at work right?”

You could read Pete like a book, most of his movements were a bit repetitive as well. He would always kiss you, then it would lead to him trying to get your clothes off, then you two would disappear for an undisclosed amount of time, and by the time you two came back you’re covered in passion marks. It never stopped you before but this time you stopped him.

Pete hated it when you pushed him away, so he just grunted and walked away. You sighed, walking off to the women’s locker room. Trent touched Pete’s shoulder when he saw his friend give off a rather scary scowl “Are you alright?” Pete stopped and looked at Trent “I think she’s cheating on me….or she’s hiding something.” Uh oh. Jealousy. It’s beginning to consume Pete and he wasn’t sure if he could shake his fear.

For weeks you reserved yourself, you didn’t touch Pete, you rarely showed affection towards him, you kept coming home late at night and you always spend your quality time with multiple different guys….mainly Seth and Tyler. It ate away at Pete at the thought of you cheating on him. Every time he confronted you about it, it was the same old thing “Why would I entertain that option? You know I don’t love anyone else but you.”

“How long until you think he finds out?” Tyler asked, turning his attention to you. All you could do is shrug “He’s getting highly suspicious though.” you shifted your place on the bed to where you were facing Tyler with your legs crossed. This is one secret you couldn’t tell Pete, at least not right away. When you heard your phone vibrate you could only guess who it was.

“Where are you? It’s 3 in the morning.” Your eyes scanned over the text and you tossed it on the bed. Tyler picked up your phone and saw the text “He’s gonna want a divorce.” You exhaled slowly through your nose, a feeling of anxiety going through you. Would Pete divorce you if he found out? You stretched and rested your face in your hand “If he does it will be his mistake.”

“You’re the one keeping secrets.”
“So are you, you’re his friend and you’re hanging out with his wife a little too much.”
“Seth’s involved too.”
“Everyone’s involved.”

You two got quiet and your phone vibrated again, only this time it was Trent. Tyler looked at the phone and his eyes got wide “I think you might wanna see this.” handing the phone back you saw Trent’s long text about Pete’s behavior getting worse and worse. How Pete is losing his mind over the thought of you cheating…..and how he’s gonna fucking kill someone.

You set the phone on the nightstand after turning it off “You’re not concerned?” you shook your head at Tyler’s question “Pete’s a lot of things….but he’s not a killer.” You kept looking at your phone and decided to call it a night.

When you arrived at work the next morning the atmosphere was incredibly dark. You didn’t see Pete or Trent and that wasn’t a good sign in your eyes. You looked over at Tyler and he was also confused. Scratching the back of your head you walked around the backstage area with Tyler. Soon enough you saw Pete and Trent “There they are.” When Pete turned it looked as if he was about to go on a killing spree.

You froze in place, grabbing Tyler’s arm to stop him as well “He doesn’t look happy….” Pete began to walk in your direction “Pete don’t!” Trent called after him. Uh oh. That wasn’t a good sign. In fact, that was a really bad sign. You tugged on Tyler’s shirt “You should go. Right now.” Your heart began to race and Pete began to power walk. You tugged harder on his shirt “Tyler!” When Pete began to run it was too late.

You couldn’t push Tyler out-of-the-way and Pete gave him a right hook. Tyler went down pretty fast and you didn’t know what to do. You turned to Trent who was quickly making his way over. Grabbing Pete’s arm, you attempted to pull him off Tyler but he wouldn’t budge “Get the fuck off him, Pete!” you were easily pushed off, which made you stumble back a bit.

Before Pete could do some real damage Seth and Trent pulled him off. You helped Tyler up and he staggered a bit trying to regain his balance. His nose is bloody and he looked as if he wanted to cry. You tried to compose yourself but you hated seeing this type of stuff happen, especially for all the wrong reasons. You looked at Pete and his face is beet red and he’s breathing heavy. Your eyes shifted to Seth, he gave a simple nod and began to pull Pete away.

“Are you alright, Tyler?” Trent sighed touching his friend’s shoulder “I told you, but you didn’t listen to me.” he told you. You flailed your arms a bit, in a rather childish way “I-I didn’t know you were serious! I’ve never seen that kind of side of Pete before!” you rubbed your temples and hugged Tyler “I’m sorry…..I didn’t want this to happen.” Tyler held his nose, slowly shaking his head “If he can learn the truth through all of this….then I suppose it’s fine. This is the only time it’s fine though, I don’t wanna get punched just to prove a point.”

“Get the fuck off me, Seth!” Pete sharply pulled away from Seth, still seething with anger. Seth rubbed the bridge of his nose in irritation “Look, buddy, whatever you think is going on between your spouse and Tyler, it ain’t happening.” Pete wasn’t hearing it, he didn’t believe Seth. Not for one second. All he could do is chuckle at Seth’s words “Then what do you call being with another man more than your own husband? Or how about the fact that they don’t even wanna be touched by me? Or being alone with my best friend last at night?”

Seth remained quiet, crossing his arms and looking at the ground. He brought his face back up and simply said “Follow me.” and proceeded to walk away. When Pete asked where he was going Seth just continued to walk and Pete had no other choice then to follow if he wanted to know what was going on.

The duo walked all the way to catering and then all you heard was a loud “SURPRISE!” from multiple voices. Confetti flew everywhere, there was cheering, and Pete could see the entire men’s and women’s locker room in the room. He looked over at Seth, still confused about what was going on. Seth had a devilish smirk on his face and pointed to you with his head.

Pete met your eyes and he sighed “Did you forget?” you asked walking towards him, taking his hands, “It’s your birthday, stupid.” you said with a ‘feel stupid now?’ tone. Pete held his head back and laughed to himself. This is why you’ve acted strange? Just to throw a birthday party? Pete wasn’t the type to admit he was wrong or to apologize….but he did punch his friend in the face.

Pete looked over to Tyler and when he opened his mouth, Tyler stopped him “Don’t apologize. You reacted exactly how I expected you to react.” Afterward, you explained to Pete how your actions were all leading up to this, but you apologized for making him think you were being unfaithful. The party went on for a few hours and in the midst of it, Pete pulled you into a secluded area.

It was dark outside and the stars were out “It’s beautiful.” you said quietly. Pete didn’t say a word, he just walked behind you and began to raise your shirt. Quickly grabbing his hand you turned with a light blush on your face “Whoa! Pete….you wanna do it out here? What if someone sees us?” he pulled you in closer “Then I suppose we have to give them a show.”

Back in the building, everyone was having fun, no one really noticed you two had left. Tyler was sitting next to Trent, drinking some water “You think we were wrong for keeping this from Pete?” Trent shrugged at the question “Maybe. Maybe not. It sucks that you got injured because of it, but at least he didn’t kill you.”

Trent turned in his seat and looked around, turning back “Speaking of which: Where is Pete? And where’s (Y/N)?” Tyler also turned and examined the room, but returned to his former place when he couldn’t spot them “Knowing Pete he probably pulled her off somewhere to fuck, he’s a horny bastard after all.” Trent couldn’t help but laugh.

That was true, Pete has a rather high sex drive and it only increases when you’ve done something to piss him off. He had you gripping the wall for dear life as if it would save you from the hard fucking he was giving you. It was hard for you to keep your voice down, especially since you two aren’t home. Whenever you were getting too loud Pete would kiss you deeply, and thrust deeper.

Pete then had you lifted up, pressed against the wall. You wouldn’t admit this to him but this was one of your favorite positions. He would firmly grip your ass just to give you the best strokes he possibly could. Pete could always tell when you’re at your limit. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Taking this opportunity you always got asked the same question: “Are you cumming babe?” he already knew the answer to that. You grabbed his collar and pulled him into a kiss while cumming. You both panted and slid to the ground.

Weeks later you got hit with some shocking and exciting news, but you weren’t sure how Pete would react. You grabbed your phone in a hurry and called Seth. After a few rings, he picked up “Hello?” “I’m pregnant.”

so i just heard a story about jonathan toews

So my coworker grew up in Grand Forks, and went to UND, and she shared a fun little tidbit with me today

So back in 2006 when her brother turned 13 he got to have a party where he and his friends skated with some guys from the UND hockey team

(Which is somehow a thing? Idk)

Anyway so he and his buddies were skating with Jonathan Toews, TJ Oshie, etc, and afterwards her dad had pizza for everybody. So 18 year old Toews comes up my coworkers dad with a full pizza box in his hands and asks “Can I have this?” To which her dad replies “Uh…ok?”

Jonny boy proceeds to take himself and his pizza to the other side of the room, sits alone with it in his lap, and slowly eat the entire pizza slice by slice while hyper active 13 year olds scramble around the room.

…I just thought people might want to hear that story, because quite frankly I am delighted to know that was a thing that happened

People will reach for anything

To hate on Iris West. Oh, she has no agency. The show gives her agency and now the show is “all about her.” Yeah, you’re not fooling anyone with your obvious bias but the thing is…why isn’t more people actually judging Barry on his bullshit. And let’s be CLEAR, Barry be on some Bull and shit and if it wasnt for the people around him, especially Iris, then he would be nothing but a failure. The man has LITERALLY went back in time again and again… saying I love you then up and disappearing. He pity parties himself and prostrates constantly from HIS mistakes without any consideration of the heartbreak he’s left in his wake with his friends and Iris. Then he zooms in and expects everything to just be better because he wills it so. I love Barry Allen, but I don’t ignore the fact that he is unconsciously selfish and oblivious to other people’s feelings. One is allowed to call him out on his bullshit, especially the person who has to pick everyone up afterwards. Just because someone had a reason for their actions doesn’t mean they’re right or should be easily forgiven. If Barry hadn’t tried to play God with time in the first place he never would have had to save the city by going into the Speed force. HE created Flashpoint and played with peoples lives. Cisco had his beef with Barry for his actions, Caitlin half turned into KF and called Barry out on his actions, but God forbid Iris does because that’s just her being “Bitchy”.

Yet Caitlin can try to kill the entire team and people fall backwards over themselves trying to defend her actions.

Come on, really? If you’re not going to call everyone else out then stfu and stop watching the show because The Flash IS Westallen and has been since the days of the comics so why anyone is shocked is beyond me. She is the other half of his coin the same way Spiderman and Mary Jane dominate each others arcs.

It’s just ridiculous at this point. I guess that’s the caveat of watching a CW show, you gotta deal with so many children acting childish. Mad because a woman is responsible, taking ownership of her emotions, acknowledging when she’s wrong, leading and teaching herself what it means to lead while cultivating the team to help people as well as forgiving those who’ve hurt her…yeah she’s so the worst kinda person. 😑😑😑

And stop tagging that shit Westallen and pretending like you don’t know why your comments end up in the happy tag. Just tag anti Westallen and stay in your. lane

Musical Shades of Purple

Congratulations again @littlebird12j on being one of our giveaway winners! Here’s the klance HSM AU you requested. It’s the karaoke scene and came out to 950 words. I hope it lives up to your expectations!

- sleapy 😴

Keith shuffled his way into the ski resort holiday party. He couldn’t believe he was missing out on a good few hours of basketball practice for this. He leaned against a wall and crossed his arms, looking moodily out at the mingling guests. Just because he was here didn’t mean he had to be happy about it. He scanned the crowd lazily, wondering if anyone else was as bored as he was. His eyes lingered on a brown-haired boy, about his age, seated on the couch, absorbed in reading something on his phone. Keith found himself wishing he could bring basketball with him anywhere, the way a reader could bring a book. Keith’s eyes were still on the boy when a woman—probably his mother—came up and snatched the phone out of his hands. Keith couldn’t hear the conversation, but it looked like an argument—a negotiation?—that ended with the boy grudgingly getting up to mingle with the party.

Deciding he felt the boy’s pain, Keith sighed and started making his way outside. At least there might be some peace and quiet out there instead of the grating sounds of karaoke that bombarded him here. He was just about to squeeze past two particularly buff dudes when a spotlight landed on him. What? He looked around in confusion, until he realized the spotlight was meant to pick the next karaoke participant. Well, victim was more like it.

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Life lessons, chapter 7 (the end!)

Fluffy fluffy fluff. I can’t write smut, I admire anyone who can. You’ll just have to use your imaginations. ;) Or feel free to write the smut yourselves!

I’m not happy with this :( (I never am). The fact I could write a complete miserable fic two days ago in an afternoon but I’ve agonised over this for ages says a lot about the state of my life… So, sorry it’s rubbish. I’m going to stick to writing angst after this I think. Sorry.

Life Lessons masterlist

Imagine finding this, drunk, on your doorstep <3

So that was it of course, you got your happy ending and sailed off into the sun on a sea of sex and happiness. The end.

Or, not.

Sebastian stayed for dinner, and you didn’t even try to pretend that fish fingers and beans was a culinary masterpiece, but that was what Isabel wanted. He sat and read the paper downstairs while you put Isabel to bed and it all felt enticingly, terrifyingly, domestic.

When you came back down, you poured two glasses of wine and sat down together on the sofa.  You both started talking at once, then both stopped, laughing.  You sipped your wine, feeling self-conscious now you were alone and not separated by a text message.

Sebastian leaned closer and kissed you, gently, on the lips.

“So there’s a problem, I think.” Oh god. He was married. Had kids? Two months to live? Was gay? Or just didn’t like you? You gulped down another mouthful of wine then coughed as it went down the wrong way.

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Nate’s a Cheat // Colby Imagine

sanderssides-fics:: If you’re cool with it maybe you’re a now-ex of nate’s because he’s ‘accidentally’ cheated on you 6 times. Colby has to comfort you and maybe like goes and gets in a fight with nate and it’s just sweet afterwards like watching Netflix with hot chocolate?

“Why?” you screamed down the phone to Nate. He’d gone to a party and got so drunk that you had to go pick him up. You went to go grab Nate’s car keys, since he left in an Uber, as you hung up the phone.You typed the address in your GPS before driving to the house.

You arrived to find Nate sat on the grass next to Colby, he was the one who made Nate call you and who had been looking after him. You got out the car and walked up to the two of them.

“Nate, what the fuck,” you sighed. “I told you not to go overboard.” He looked up to you and just shurgged, not really caring about your opinion. You rolled your eyes. “Thanks, Colby, I don’t know what he would’ve done without you.”

“No big deal,” he waved off. “Just know what he can be like,” he said, looking at him and almost seeming like he was hinting something. You shook off the thought as you and Colby helped get Nate in the back of the car.

“Why are you driving my car?” He yelled.

You just ignored him, “Good thing Colby was there, otherwise you’d be pretty much dying alone, right now,” you were annoyed that you had to come and collect him, especially when the two of you discussed that he wouldn’t get this bad again.

You dropped Colby off as a thank you but you could tell something was bothering him, but you didn’t want to pester him.


It was now morning and Colby was with Brennen, going out for dinner before they headed off to do a video. They were shown to a booth, about 5 booths away from Nate and an unknown girl. Brennen was the first to notice after a while, him being the one that was facing towards them.

“Colby,” he said. “You seeing this?” Nate hadn’t noticed them.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Colby being pissed was an understatement, he decided to go over and confront them but Brennen stopped him.

“Don’t make it so easy for him,” Brennen laughed.

Colby eventually went over after discussing with Brennen and pretended to be a waiter, it took Nate a while to notice because his head was down. He looked up to order and the two stare each other in the eyes uncomfortably. The girl was oblivious and just looked at the two.

“Do you know each other?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Colby said at the exact same time as Nate said no. “We do.”

Nate and Colby never lost eye contact s the girl sighed annoyed. “I’ll order for myself then.”

“Gimme a second,” Nate said after they ordered, following Colby. “Colby,” he kept walking. “Colby wait,” he turned to him and nodded for him to sit in their booth, Nate realising he had been purposefully trapped. Nate sat in and Colby sat on the other side of him, Brennen opposite.

“You wanna explain to us why you’re with someone who isn’t (Y/N)?” Brennen said sternly, leaning over the table to be intimidating.

“Look, things have just been really rocky at the moment with us-” Nate lied.

“Because you keep cheating on her,” Colby practically screamed. “And she only knows about 2.”

Nate struggled to find an explanation. “Yeah, I know-”

“I’m telling her,” Colby stated. “About all of them, I’m sorry but I have to. I’m not keeping it from her.”

Nate just sighed and nodded. 

Colby texted you: “We need to talk”

(If you want me to carry on with a part 2 then pleaseeeee request it, I’m really busy with college work so this is all I had time to write Xx)

// Requests are still open for Colby imagines, just head over to my Ask Box request as many times as you want with whatever story line. And if you want to read my fanfic on Wattpad, click the link at the bottom of any of my previous imagines!! Xx

anonymous asked:

Hey there!! Since it's Tsukishima's birthday today.. can you please do some Karasuno celebrating his birthday head canons?!! I know you do ships mostly but you are my favorite hc person on Tumblr so please?

Honey, I do all kinds of headcanons - platonic, ships, anything - so you can always request whatever you would like. Anyway, yes, birthday headcanons!

I wrote these pretty quickly, but I hope they’re still good!


- Kei usually doesn’t really celebrate his birthday. He doesn’t really care about it, just sees it as another day.

- But Tadashi always tries to make sure that Kei has the best birthday ever. He meets him in the morning with a gift, sends him sweet little messages throughout the day, they go see a movie together, etc.

- This year, Tadashi wanted to throw a party with the team.

- He started planning the little party weeks in advance. He wanted it to be nothing but perfect for Kei.

- He was very serious about it too. Reminding everyone each day before to make sure that they didn’t forget (because if they did forget, then he would find a way to make them regret it).

- The party was held after practice.

- After everyone washed up, Shouyou distracted Kei in the locker room while the others got the cake ready.

- When Shouyou finally let Kei leave, everyone shouted “surprise!” at him

- Kei would never admit it but he was blushing a deep red, a bit embarrassed.

- Kiyoko brought out the cake with the lit candles. Kei quickly blew them out, unable to make eye-contact.

- As the cake was being passed around, everyone went over and wished him happy birthday at different times. So not to overwhelm him.

- Tadashi gave Kei a big hug, holding him close and whispering happy birthday against his shoulder. Kei hugged him back, briefly, before he remembered that the whole team was around and let go.

- The party was really nice. They just leisurely sat around and talked.

- Afterwards Kei, Tadashi, Tobio, Shouyou, and Hitoka went to a movie together.