riding a bike on a sidewalk

Along The Boardwalk


Summary: They always said Kim Taehyung had a you-shaped hole in his heart.
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Fluff + light Smut, Skater Boy AU
Word Count: 12,819
Author’s Note: Inspired by those Taehyung left version concept photos and mainly sparked by a conversation I was having with @an-exotic-writer so naturally I drafted this as a token of my love and no I am definitely not writing this because talking to Missy certainly does not give me heart problems whatchu mean. I’m also tagging @kimvtae because we were screaming about the concept of a skater boy Tae together.


You’ve always had a very peculiar habit of being drawn towards the things you couldn’t even imagine yourself doing—although you could argue that’s exactly why you found yourself naturally gravitating towards them in the first place. Unlike most people, who might have been taken by an envious desire to take on certain challenges and obstacles that were most likely out of their league, you found a natural peace chasing after something you couldn’t quite obtain yourself.

Maybe it was your own self-awareness or the fact that you never felt confident enough to branch out towards something that was so clearly on the opposite end of the spectrum from what you were normally use to. You’ve always just been content watching other people take on their passions while you remained on the sidelines with your own hopes and dreams and aspirations. It always excited you to see people participating in their interests—so much so that friends would always humor you that it was always the people rather than the activity they were indulging in that drew you in towards them.

That’s probably why you accepted your best friend’s invitation to leave your apartment for once and drive down to the pier, taking refuge across one of the many skateparks that planted themselves across the oceanfront, beyond the cool sand and ocean breeze of spring. Jeon Jungkook always reprimanded you for rarely having the time to come out and see him perform his new spins and flips, which is probably why he seems much more animated than usual at the prospect of finally getting to show off these new skills to you.

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ferrari || shawn mendes

a/n: the longest imagine I’ve ever written - here ya go! [a re-upload, here’s why]
synopsis: bad boy shawn’s got a sport’s car based surprised for her
warnings: smut - nsfw, all that

Originally posted by shawnthecutest

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New Girl

Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: A lot of fluff.

Summary: You’ve moved to San Luis and now attend Liberty High. You meet Clay and develop a crush on him, but only start talking to him when he hurts himself badly in front of your house. It takes place the summer after Hannah’s death.

A/N: I wrote this right after I binged watch the show. I really fell in love with Clay’s character. This is a little something for all those who believe Clay deserves true happiness.:)

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play doh on hardwood floors, dark green carpeted staircase, boxes of soda by the door, floam slime, stickers on a coffee table, little fenced backyard, blue pool sparkling in the sunlight, summer cookouts, playstation 2, silly putty on newspaper, a navy blue couch, bike rides down the sidewalk, hoodsie cups, classic rock on the radio, 2003 car calendar on the basement door

does anyone else get nervous about things because there’s a small chance of dying even though you know it’s rare?? like i’m terrified of riding a bike on the street because what if a car just swerved and hit me?? and i live in the suburbs like it’s not crowded or anything here and i’m even nervous of doing it on the sidewalk. and sometimes i get nervous driving because what if someone hits me and it’s a really bad crash and ugh i just get nervous about these things

Two days after she finishes Potter’s snitch, August crashes down on Lily with a screech, a bang, and her blood-curdling scream.

She’s stopped at the corner, impatiently waiting for her signal to cross. And who pulls up but Potter and Black, looking smug and smarmy, straddling the motorbike?

Potter winks at her. Ought to be difficult, looking suave while riding pillion, but still manages well enough.

Black revs the engine, a bid for her attention. When he’s got it, he nods down the road.

She shakes her head. She’s good on her skates, better than anyone she knows, but against a motorbike? Against that motorbike? She’s not completely barking.

Sirius teases the throttle again. Teases her.

Potter, the prick, flaps his arms like a chicken.

Is she?

Lily flips him her own bird and crouches like she’s got an invisible starting block behind her.

Both boys lean forward on the bike, poised.

She cheats, tearing down the sidewalk before the light releases them. She can hear their shouts of protest, and she laughs. She skates faster, hair whipping around her face.

Then the motorbike roars, a beast released, and with a squelch of tires on pavement, they tear off down the street, outstripping her in three seconds. Black pops a wheelie as they ride past.

Even after they’ve turned the next corner, she doesn’t slow down.

The bike’s roar echoes deafeningly against the buildings as they loop around the block. Should’ve known, shouldn’t she, that they wouldn’t miss an opportunity to gloat? They pass her again, Potter waving jovially this time. She gives him the finger.

They’re waiting for her at the end of the block. Her legs are shaking, threatening to buckle, but refuses to give them the satisfaction of doubling over and bracing her hands on her knees, no matter how sharp the stitch in the side tugs.

“Fancy a ride?” Potter asks.

Before she can answer, Black chimes in with, “Wouldn’t normally give filthy cheats a ride, but you’re a bloody mess, Evans.”

“I’m good.”

“You sure?”

She eyes them. “Where would I sit?”

“We’ll make room,” Potter says, grinning like an idiot.

“Your laps?”

“Handlebars. Obviously.”

“Right, how could I have missed it.”

She’s sorely tempted, but she got two potions to brew tonight, so—

“No, thanks,” she says, throwing them a two fingered salute.

“Evans,” Potter says. “You’re skipping a chance to ride on the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.”

Sirius elbows his best mate in the gut. “Bike’s not bad, either.”

She hopes they write her flush off as exertion, not embarrassment. When James punches him back, Lily laughs.

She shouldn’t do it.


But the engine revs again—a blood siren call—and Potter’s smirk sharpens, pulls one of her own. The familiar thrum in her veins, adrenaline mixed with recklessness and something else she can’t place.

Old Lily would jump.

“Dammit,” she says, dropping to her arse and tugging at her laces, “give me a ‘mo.”

It takes an embarrassingly long time to pull them off. When she looks up, Potter’s driving, and Black is standing on the sidewalk. This shouldn’t surprise her—they probably planned this. Still, she straddles the bike. It hits her, that she’s fucking barefoot on a fucking motorbike with James-fucking-Potter.

Old Lily needs a healthy dose of common fucking sense.

She’s glad the still lingering smell of rubber on asphalt masks her stinky feet.

For her safety, Lily tucks her thighs against his hips, a pitiful attempt to keep her toes from the scorching exhaust pipes. For her pleasure, she wraps her arms around him.

“You know what you’re doing, Potter?” she breathes in his ear.

He shudders. She doesn’t have to see his face to know he’s grinning like a loon.

“Not a chance in hell, Evans.”

With that vote of confidence, he revs the engine and shoots forward like an arrow down the street.

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One Missed Call Part 2

A/N: Here it is, finally! Thank you guys for all the support and being so patient with me! Sorry again for the wait. Hope you all enjoy :)

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Forgotten Part 2 (Mike Wheeler x Reader)

Originally posted by strangerthingsedits

Request: Will you do a part 2 to forgotten? Please and Please do a part 2 to forgotten 

Authors note: Thank you everyone who enjoyed the first part!! I appreciate the feedback and the requests for part 2!! I hope you like it!!

You lay in your bed that night, staring blankly at the ceiling. Did they really forget about you? After everything you guys had been through together. You roll over on your side facing out into your dark room. You could see the outlines of the gifts you had bought for the party, you’d bought them early hoping to give them out to your friends during a game of D&D. You had even bought El a gift, not knowing when she was coming back but you didn’t want to leave her out.

Tears filled your eyes again, you could feel them fall down the side of your face. You roll back over and face the wall. You try not to think about the party, but the thoughts keep coming into your mind. You think about all the fun times you had with them, all the late nights and sleepovers. Those thoughts make you smile and you fall asleep, happy.

Winter break was officially over and you had to go back to school, which meant seeing your friends. You missed them, more then you would like to admit.

Walking down the school hallway, you see Lucas and Dustin at Max’s locker and Mike at Will’s. You lock eyes with Mike for a split second before you turn to go to class. You can still feel his eyes on you as you maneuver your way around some kids, wanting to leave quickly.

You make it into Mr. Clarke’s room and sit in the back of class. Most of the students around you are talking about what they did over break or what they got for the holidays. You couldn’t help but to be envious of how much fun they had, wondering how much fun they party had.

You keep your head down as Lucas and the others walk into class, face flushing as Max sat a few seats to your left. As Mr. Clarke starts his lecture, you make sure to stare straight ahead, looking at the chalkboard. From your peripheral vision, you see Mike turn and look at you. You feel your face become hot and pray that he would stop staring at you.

The bell rings and everyone rushes out of the classroom. You hear Mr. Clarke say something about an upcoming test but you don’t care, you need to get out of that room, out of the school. Making your way to your locker, you hear someone call your name. You quickly start shoving your books into your backpack zipping it closed and throwing it over your shoulder.

“Y/N! Hey wait up!” you feel someone grab your hand, slowing you down. You turn your head. Its Mike.

“I have to go Mike.” you mumble angrily, turning and walking away from him, his hand still grasping yours.

“Let me walk with you. It’s cold and… and… you don’t have a hat, so take mine.” you turn back to him, letting him lead you out of the school.

You stare at him with, what you hoped, an emotionless gaze, head slightly tilted. His eyebrows are furrowed, freckled cheeks a slight shade of pink. His hand let go of yours as he takes the hat off his head and puts it on your own.

You stare at him, waiting for him to say something, anything. An apology, an invitation to this week’s movie night, hell you would even be happy if he asked you what day of the week it is. You eyes flickered between both of his, as if asking what he wants.

“I…. I-I’m sorry.” he whispers.

“Sorry. That’s all you’re going to say?” You cross your arms, trying to stay angry at him.

His eyes soften, as he looks at you. You know he can see the unshed tears in your eyes, you know he heard the crack in you voice.

“We’ve all…” he lets out a breath. “I’ve been a huge asshole to you. I just… I just i couldn’t believe we got her back and… and she was gone for so long, i thought maybe she really wasn’t going to coming back. But you were there, you were there for me when she was gone. And I haven’t been there for you.”

The tears are now cascading down your cheeks as you wipe at them furiously. You look at the boy in front of you, the boy who befriended you in first grade, the boy who taught you to ride a bike and play D&D, the boy who had your heart even though you know his is with someone else.

You nod your head, walking closer to him, wrapping your arms around him. He holds you as others pass the two of you.

You let go of Mike and turn to walk home. Mike doesn’t move, he watches you walk away, confusion written over his face. You look over your shoulder.

“I thought you were walking me home Wheeler.” you raise an eyebrow at him. A smile takes over his lips as he jogs over to you, bumping your shoulder as you walk down the sidewalk together.

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Criminal Minds Headcanons/Character Descriptions
  • Emily Prentiss: not-so-secretly a spy, pretends to be past her emo phase- is actually still really emo, speaks 458379803854 languages, lowkey ninja, super chill, the older sister, drives with the windows down, straight up eats ice cubes for no reason, listens to emo music in her room, quiet in a loud sort of way, her laugh is actual magic, wears too much black to be considered healthy, always just a little bit angry, really bad at being the designated driver (always ends up being the most drunk), always up for a good party, cats are her spirit animal, deepest desire is to be a crazy cat lady, knows how to hold her licquor freakishly well, turns 21 every year, cooler than everybody else
  • JJ: eats cheetos like oxygen, little sister/middle child, hair is always perfect, can eat all the junk food she wants without gaining any weight, can kill you with his ninja hands, smells really nice, somehow knows everybody's secrets, good listener, smiles a lot, just really wants to fall in love one day, the popular cheerleader that everybody actually likes, listens to indie music, never not fabulous, wants to have a ton of kids, brings home strays without telling anyone, always the first to volunteer to take care of the class pet
  • Penelope Garcia: that weird neighbor kid that's just always around, nicknamed "the baking grandma" because of the inexplicable way she has of always having baked goods on hand, "Garcia's the name, and witty comebacks are my game", perfect ray of sunshine, an actual human rainbow, everybody has to have at least one pefectly peculiar nickname, will kill you with her ninja-hugs, has a gigantically beautiful sparkling smile, bright pink lipstick, wears too many colors at once, really good at helping you through a breakup, butterscotches in her purse, might be a grandma, computer nerd, can beat anybody at video games, afraid of guns, tries to be tough but doesn't know how, would wear pure glitter if she could, doesn't have a favorite color because if she chose then she would feel bad for all the other colors (it's actually pink)
  • Hotch: the undeniable dad, loves everybody equally, shows people love without words, you know you're in trouble when he gives you one of his famous "hotch glares", only really laughs when he's with the people he loves, his smile will make your knees weak, likes to spoon, strong and silent type, always wears suits for no reason, works too much, secretly a sinnamon bun, will kill you if you mess with the people he loves, cares too much, the proud dad, shows up to ALL recitals and shows, equally passionate and compassionate, crazy good at his job, nobody knows his secrets, secretly amazing at throwing surprise parties, can not bake to save his life, his smile is like the moon and the stars combined, tries to make dad jokes and fails
  • Spencer Reid: king of the dorks, the precious little brother, must be protected at all costs, obsessed with Halloween, plans Halloween an actual year ahead of time, drinks coffee through an IV, book worm, facts, books make him feel safe, refuses to play video games, thinks he's tough but is actually a precious cinnamon bun, owns too many sweaters, purple is definitely his favorite color, apologizes too much, drinks a lot of water, lost count of the number of PhDs he has a long time ago, awkward, never knows what to say, bad social skills, social anxiety, chess tournaments make him happy, eats a lot of cake, owns a scooter
  • Derek Morgan: the amazing big brother, looks out for everyone else before himself, kicks the bullies in the nuts, burgers and fries all the time, captain of the football team but also organizes fundraisers for the needy, likes working out, shovels neighbors' sidewalks/ mows neighbors' lawns without asking, loves and appreciates dogs, lowkey believes that cats are the anti-christ, helps old people cross the street, grocery store runs are always his job, goes on long bike rides just to think
  • David Rossi: aka Captain Sass, the weird uncle, nosy but he's rich so it's okay, DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO STAY IN HIS LANE, always offers to babysit but he has no idea how children work, has so many stories that just can't be true but actually are, thinks he's cool and hip- might actually be but tbd still, somehow knows all, shows up at random times, can cook REALLY REALLY WELL, super Italian, thrives on pasta
  • Jason Gideon: crazy bird guy that lives across the street, makes pecan squares that he thinks are amazing but actually aren't, secretly paints in his basement (like Bob Ross-level paintings), people watches from his front window, awkward pats on the back, doesn't always understand social cues, throws A+ garage sales, yells at other people for not raking the leaves off their lawn in the fall, raises chickens without telling anyone
  • Elle Greenaway: can stab you with a knife, a gun, a chainsaw, and a machete all at the same time, mean older sister, WILL call you on your shit, thinks about death too much, everybody is afraid of her, skipped the emo phase, somehow came out of the womb a traumatized adult, 100% feminist, steals your food when you're not looking, doesn't like hugs, says it like it is, wears a lot of necklaces, confusing, has a thing for a guy in a uniform
  • Kate Callahan: has a lot of friends, seems really badass until she starts gushing about baby animals, volunteers at animal shelters, sorority sister, infinitely loyal, loves everybody until she hates them, knows how to appreciate the simple things, 5'2" of rage and fury and love, pure emotion, loves to cuddle, sometimes people confuse her, just wants to make the world a better place, hates vegetables but eats them anyway, drinks a lot of chocolate milk
  • Alex Blake: reads a lot, blue is her favorite color, went to college earlier than normal, a beautiful nerd, a rare species, deserves the world but gets a cup of coffee instead, underestimated, knows how and when to pull out the sass, ends up being the babysitter on all occasions, more mature than she should be, extremely level-headed, knows how to read between the lines really well, accepts everything thrown her way, underappreciated, needs to be told she's loved more often, breakfast is her favorite meal of the day, makes a lot of sandwiches for no reason at all
  • Tara Lewis: the cousin that everybody always forgets about, gets left behind on family outings and everybody has to go back to get her- she's strangely okay with it, just wants some kettle corn or cotton candy, puts ketchup on everything, shows up at colleges she's never been to just to party, okay with anything as long as she has a say, will talk to anybody, likes getting to know people, would totally speed-date, likes to watch old stand-up comedy and slam poetry videos on YouTube
  • Erin Strauss: won't admit that she's the mom, proud of all her children, owns 8 million sweatshirts from her alma mater that she constantly wears, kinda lonely but will never admit it, hates cooking with a passion, loves wine a little too much, seriously appreciates a good towel, would sell her soul for a massage
i never stopped loving you [bill denbrough x reader]

Originally posted by wyattswolfs

summary: you and bill broke up, and months later you start dating stanley, but when bill saves you from IT in the neibolt house, he tells you he never stopped loving you.

pairings: bill denbrough x reader, some stanley uris x reader too

requested: nope

word count: 1999

a/n; sorry its kinda long, i kinda got carried away :p

“you’re really trying to blame me for what happened to georgie?!” you shouted, causing bill to glare at you. 

“you suh-suggested that he we-went out there!” bill yelled back accusingly, pointing out his window.

“and you’re the one who let him go out alone!” you practically screamed, jabbing a finger into his chest. his eyes grew cold as you said that, his usual loving gaze he would always stare at you with depleting.

“g-get out. i duh-don’t want you h-here again.” he whispered, pointing at the door. infuriated, you gladly stormed out of his room, slamming the door behind you.

you both leaned against opposite sides of the door, sliding down so your knees were curled into your chest. you softly began so sob, burying your head into your knees. little did you know on the other side, he was cursing himself over and over again, wishing he could take back what he had said. 

you had managed landed yourself in a bit of a predicament. your ex-boyfriend had been appearing to you—as you slept next to his best friend.

it seemed almost ritualistic how often he appeared, relating over and over again at how he never wanted to see you again. and then you would wake up in a fit of sweat, and so would stanley as he sat up to comfort you. he would run a hand down your back, telling you over and over again that everything was fine.

but everything wasn’t fine. in fact, nothing was fine and it hadn’t been since georgie went missing. you still helped bill try and find georgie, but managed to do it without even shooting him a glance. you wanted to be there for him and help him, for you still loved him of course. but every time you thought about the way things had ended between the two of you, you got mad again.

but then stan happened. stanley was the one you had been going to with bill problems from the beginning, back before everything went to shit. and after you and bill had broken up, stanley had grown to be your best friend. and then one day… it just become more than that. and you were totally convinced you were over bill–that is, of course, until he started appearing in your dreams and taunting you.

stanley had offered up to sleep over once the dreams had began, and that was what he was doing tonight when you woke up in a cold sweat. you gasped for air, clutching your chest as you inhaled as much of the dust ridden air as you could. stanley immediately sat up as well, placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you to face him.

“hey, [y/n], it’s okay, you’re alright, i’m right here….” he whispered soothingly as you sobbed. he cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him as he stared you straight in the eye. you took a deep breath, staring right back at him with your [e/c] eyes. it was then you noticed how tired and worn out he was, and you realized how much stress it must cause him to have to wake up every night and sooth you back to sleep. 

“when was the last time you slept?” you mumbled into his chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he laughed lightly, stroking your hair as he hugged you back.

“don’t worry about me…” he replied, and you felt him shake his head. 

soon, the two of you drifted off to sleep, and you felt much calmer.

but then again, everything was not okay.

“so, how did both you and bill manage to get laid by the same girl? i want some.” you heard richie ask stanley as you entered the room. stanley’s cheeks were flushed a bright shade of crimson as he dipped his spoon into his bowl. he gave you a look that read ‘sorry’ but you merely giggled.

“bill wants to go to neibolt.” eddie announced, holding his spoon up. richie snorted.

“there’s no way i’m going to that fucking crackhead house.” he said with a bit of a scoff, as if it were obvious.

“oh come on, richie, don’t tell me your afraid of a little bit of old architecture…” you said in a teasing voice as you pulled yourself some cereal into a bowl. he held up his hands defensively.

“that is not ‘old architecture’. it’s a-” richie was cut off by the sound of your telephone ringing–thank god. you quickly poured yourself some milk then walked across the tiled floor which felt cold on your bare feet. you pulled the phone off the hook and held it to your ear.

“h-hey, [y/n], i was wuh-wondering if y-you were guh-going to neibolt w-with the rest uh-of us.” you recognized the stutter, and glanced over at stanley who was rolling his eyes at some comment richie had made.

“i, um… yeah,  of course.” you smiled as you spoke. like i said, you wanted to be there for and help bill find georgie… you just didn’t know how stan would react to you going to neibolt.

gruh-great! i-is stanley cuh-coming too?” he asked a bit sadly–not that you would notice the sadness in his tone when he said stanley.

“i don’t know, i’ll have to ask him.” you said with a sigh, playing with the cord to the phone as you spoke.

“ah-alright, i-i’ll come muh-meet you at yuh-your h-house..” bill said, then the line turned to static. you turned to face stanley, bracing yourself.

“absolutely not!” stanley exclaimed, and you rolled your eyes.

“you’re not my dad, you can’t tell me what to do.” you said a bit angrily, folding your arms. the air felt heavy and warm as the two of you stood on your porch, the other boys waiting down on the sidewalk and taunting each other. bill was 

“you already have enough nightmares as is, there’s no way i’m letting you go there.” stanley snapped, and it was then you realized exactly just how exhausted he looked. he had dark circles under his eyes, which seemed like magnets he was fighting from pulling his top lids down. he didn’t stand as straight as he used to, and it looked like he was fighting a yawn at that very moment.

“stanley… i promised bill i would help him find georgie…” you whispered, looking down at your tattered white converse. stan scoffed, looking away from you.

“it always comes back to bill, doesn’t it…” he mumbled, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. “i should have seen this coming…”

“seen what coming? stanley, i-” you were cut off by richie yelling at you from the sidewalk.

“you comin’, lovebirds?” he asked, pushing his glasses up onto his nose. you looked at stanley, who was staring at his feet.

“just go…” he mumbled, shaking his head. you opened your mouth to reply but it was too late, for the curly haired boy was walking down the steps towards his bike. you watched him ride down the opposite way, your heart shattering. you looked down at the boys to see bill riding up to join everyone. you suddenly felt queasy as you hugged your jacket around your waist and walking down the stairs.

“that was fucking intense…” richie whispered to eddie, who elbowed him harshly in the ribs.

the abandoned house on neibolt street seemed to taunt you as you all parked your bikes. the terrible fiasco with stanley was soon forgotten as you realized you were actually going to do this. you were going to risk your life to help bill find his little brother.

“yuh-you sure you wuh-want to cuh-cuh-come, [y/n]?” bill asked, turning to face you. you nodded, sucking in a breath.

“yeah, i’m sure.” you said, your eyes grazing over the spooky architecture. 

“no way i’m fucking going in there.” richie said from behind you, shaking his head. you rolled your eyes.

“whatever, what about you, eddie?” you asked, turning to face the small boy who was clinging onto richie.

“i-i don’t want to go in either…” mike said, rubbing his arm nervously. ben was the only one left, who was staring at you and bill with wide eyes.

“i’ll go…” he said with a sigh, walking over so he stood next to you and bill by the entrance. 

bill stepped up to the porch, and rested his hand on the doorknob. you stood closely behind him, and watched as he slowly opened the door.

and thats when it all went to hell.

“you’re nothing to me, and you’ll always be nothing.” bill sneered, towering over you as you sat on the floor. you shook you head, biting your lip.

“you’re not real. you’re not real. you’re not real.” you repeated the words softly like a mantra, moving backwards on your hands to get away from him.

“then why are you scared?” bill asked, bending down on his knees so he was at eye level with you as you backed up into the wall. it was true, you were terrified.

“[y/n]? oh-oh-open the duh-door!” the real bill shouted, banging on the door. the other bill looking over his shoulder and chuckled.

“he’s not going to save you. he doesn’t love you. he doesn’t even want to look at you.” he said, grabbing your chin with his hand and squeezing hard which made you scream out in pain.

“hurry bill!” you screamed as the other bill’s nails started to dig into your skin.

“he’s not going to help you. why would he help the girl who killed his brother?” he asked, tilting his head. you gasped for air, trying to push him off but failing tremendously.

“duh-don’t worry, [y/n], we-we almost guh-got it…” the real bill shouted through the door, which seemed to make the other bill angry. he threw you onto the floor with such a force that made you slam your head into the wooden floorboards. you screamed out in agony, regretting every decision that had led up to this point.

suddenly the door burst open, and both the bills looked at each other. the other bill began to morph into pennywise as the real bill’s eyes darted to you, as he realized what the other bill meant.

you were afraid of him.

“cuh-come on, [y/n], we nuh-nuh-need to run!” he exclaimed, rushing over and grabbing your hand. he pulled you up off the ground and ran for the door with you. 

what felt like an eternity, you finally reached the exit of the house, picking up ben along the way. when you ran out, bill immediately grabbed your wrist and pulled you aside. 

“yuh-yuh-you’re sc-scared of m-me?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. you bit your lip and looked down at your feet, feeling sheepish.

“not… not of you, but… afraid of what you said to me. afraid of how you really feel about me, i guess…” you said the last part with a bitter laugh, feeling your eyes brim with tears. bill grabbed your hands, which startled you as you looked up at him.

“i ne-ne-never stopped luh-loving you, [y/n]…” he said softly, raising one of his hands to wipe the tears that were beginning to form on your eyelashes. in that moment you forgot about it, you forgot about stan, you forgot about all the shitty things that had happened between you and bill, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you gently pressed your lips to his.

the kiss was magic. it reminded you of your first one, when he kissed you on top of the ferris wheel at the derry carnival. it reminded you of all the sweet, innocent kisses that were shared in between giggles. it reminded you of how it felt for the one person you loved most in the world to love you back.

“holy shit, bill is gonna get some!”

“shut up, richie.”

Imagine Bucky racing to get to you

Bucky had gotten the call he had anticipated for weeks now. He was across the city far from where he was suppose to be. He quickly purchased the few items he had in his basket and threw them in his backpack, raced outside to his motorcycle and jumped started it. The bike took off in no time, speeding through traffic. He prayed that he wouldn’t get stopped by any cops as he made his way to the Avenger’s Tower. A car honked at him, but he paid no attention. His mind was running a marathon of different scenarios. Were you okay? Were you in pain? Would he make it in time?

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One-shot Fic: The Chase

PG-13 | Humor | Romance | Skank!Kurt | College AU

Based on the prompt: “I drive to school and you walk and I drive past you everyday and it’s below freezing and you’re still walking please just get in the damn car I’ll drive you” AU

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Birthday gift for @notthetoothfairy! Yes, bish, I wrote you something smooshing together 3 things I knew you’d like - that prompt, college AU and skank Kurt. And i fucking studied your gorgeous blog for it! Love ya, bish. I’m sorry for the typos, but i couldn’t have my beta look at this one before posting ;)

I hope you like!!!!(I’d put a hugging gif or smtg but that would make the post fucking ginormous)

Kurt likes to think he keeps it classy. Despite the leather, and the ripped jeans, and the dyed hair, and the motorcycle – he keeps it classy. He doesn’t holler at people as he drives by, he disposes of his cigarettes butts properly; he makes sure his bike makes the normal and indispensible amount of sound when speeding up, and he just generally minds his own business. He may be… badass, but he’s kept his class. And, I mean, he’s a college freshman showing up to campus on a sweet ass ride. He doesn’t care what others think (hasn’t since he was a sophomore and discovered the wonders of steel tip boots and detachment), but if he did, he knows they’d think he looks equal parts intimidating and cool. Badass with class.

And that, right up there on the sidewalk walking towards campus, is a great ass he has class with.

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Cold Wash

*Pynch Laundry Mat AU (notes at the end)

Ronan Lynch – mysterious boy, obnoxious owner of brilliantly colored briefs – was not an easy a person to forget and yet, Adam forgot about him. Not completely, but enough that Ronan’s number got lost in his papers, his vicious smile shuffled to the recesses of Adam’s thoughts.

Between working and studying Adam’s summer is full. He occasionally texts some college friends and actively avoids anyone from high school. Except for one person, his ex, Blue Sargent. She’s been pestering him to hang out since he returned near the beginning of May but Adam keeps putting it off. As much as he likes Blue he’s not ready to hear about how her life is changing, what with dating two rich boys from Aglionby and traveling the world with them. He admires her open-mindedness but listening to her adventures only makes him feel more lonely. He’s been shit out of luck in the romance department because he’s been too focused on academics to go to the mixers and parties on campus; he would rather have a study buddy than a fuck buddy.

Adam clocks out of work and walks around the building to retrieve his bike. It’s after seven but still baking. He can feel the heat rising up from the asphalt, radiating off the side of the shop; it’s like being in an oven. The seat of his bike is scalding because he keeps forgetting to put it in the shade. Tomorrow, he’ll do that tomorrow.

Adam is so preoccupied that it takes him several seconds to realize that someone is yelling his name.

“Adam Parrish! Boy, you better not be ignoring me after I came all the way down here to see you!” Adam winces at the harsh tone but when he turns he sees that Blue is smiling, her dark hair pulled back, her skin tanned almost as dark as his. She looks good.

“Hey, Blue,” Adam replies, clutching the handlebars of his bike to keep from going in for a hug.

“Hay is for horses,” Blue teases. “Are you just going to stand there? It’s been over a year, Adam. I deserve a hug or a high five or something.”

Adam ducks his head. “Yeah, you do. But I’m all sweaty and gross.” He holds out his palm, up high, making Blue jump for it.

“Asshole,” Blue mutters as her feet touch down. “Come on, we’re getting dinner. And don’t even start with the ‘I need a shower.’ This is Nino’s, no one will be able to smell you over the oregano.”

Adam wants to argue but he’s avoided Blue for long enough and he’s hungry. Plus, he really is happy to see Blue again. And it’ll be nice to eat with someone else for a change.

“Fine, you win,” Adam relents. “Climb up on the handle bars.”

Adam holds the bike steady while Blue positions herself on the bars. It’s precarious but they’re not going too far, just far enough that riding is preferable to walking. Staring at Blue’s back and the strong lines of her arms and legs brings back a lot of good memories. Adam feels a bit wistful as he pedals them towards downtown. Blue cheerfully laughs and hollers as they bump over the cracked sidewalks, picking up speed as they zoom down hills. One of the last times they did this they crashed and Adam still has the scars on his elbows to prove it.

They get to Nino’s in one piece and Adam’s sides hurt from laughing so much. He can’t remember the last time he laughed so hard. Blue chats up the hostess, one of her former coworkers, and gets them seated in a prime booth by the window. Since it’s summer the pizzeria is less full than usual and the majority of the customers are townies: couples out on dates, families with small children scribbling on coloring pages, and a few summering Aglionby boys who look stoned. Blue orders the pizza (mushroom lovers) and Adam adds a side of garlic knots.

“Fancy,” Blue jokes when the appetizer arrives along with their waters.

“Hungry,” Adam replies, tearing into the food. Blue copies him and within minutes the garlic knots are gone. Blue sucks melted butter off her fingers while Adam fastidiously wipes his off on a napkin; he’s keenly aware that up until half an hour ago his fingers were coated with grime and grease.

“So…” Blue starts, her voice pitched inquisitively. Adam’s stomach clenches. He knows what she’s about to ask, can hear it in the teasing lilt. “Got a girlfriend yet?”

Adam shakes his head and stares out the window. He thought he saw someone duck around the side of a car…


“No, Blue,” Adam sighs, turning to look at her. “I’m in college to learn, not date.”

“Hmm.” Blue traces patterns in the condensation on the side of her glass.

“What about your boyfriends? Are y’all still a thing?”

Blue perks up and then she won’t shut up. Not that Adam minds, as long as she’s not asking about his love life he can be content listening to hers. Gansey and Henry both sound like great guys and they certainly make Blue happy. Their pizza arrives and that puts the conversation on hold for a bit. Adam wolfs down the first two pieces before slowing and savoring the last two. Blue asks about college and then he’s the one who won’t shut up. He worked so hard to get there – saving money from three jobs, taking classes at the local college, studying above and beyond what he was learning in the classroom, volunteering (which is how he managed to get in the good graces of St. Agnes), interning – it’s like his entire life has been about getting into college.

Blue nods along, asks good questions. They talk about her plans now that her year of traveling is done. They talk about old classmates, Henrietta, Blue’s family; Blue doesn’t ask after Adam’s folks and he’s grateful.

“Gelato?” Blue asks. “My treat.”

Adam doesn’t think he can eat another bite but gelato does sound good so he follows her out of Nino’s and down the street. It’s gotten dark, the streetlights casting a soft golden glow. They get to the shop near closing time but the kid working behind the counter welcomes them in before casting a harried look at the tall guy looming over the counter; he’s there with a smudgy looking boy in an Aglionby uniform.

The tall guy turns and Adam instantly recognizes him and blushes, taking a step back.

“Fuck You?” Ronan asks, his voice sounding both surprised and angry. “And, god damn me, Sargent?” The gelato guy makes a strangled sound each time that Ronan swears and Adam feels the irrational need to apologize for Ronan’s behavior.

“Ronan! Noah!” Blue rushes forward and playfully jabs at Ronan’s face before yanking him into the world’s most awkward side hug. The other boy laughs happily when Blue gives him a full hug and a kiss on the cheek. “What’s going on?”

“Noah wanted gelato and I had nothing else to do so here we are,” Ronan explains. He’s ignoring Adam and shoveling spoonfuls of mint chocolate chip gelato into his mouth.

Blue orders dark chocolate gelato and Adam gets peaches and cream, sneaking glances at Ronan’s handsome and haughty face.

“How do y’all know each other?” Adam asks the group but only Blue answers.

“Ronan and Noah lived with Gansey. They’re all raven boys. Oh, don’t make that face, Ronan.”

Adam thinks about that as they leave the shop and wander over to one of the sidewalk benches. He had guessed that Ronan was rich, and finding out that Ronan is Aglionby is the only confirmation he needs. It makes him wonder why Ronan was hanging out at the laundry mat in the first place, and why he had given Adam his number.

“So,” Ronan says, after Blue has updated him on the current whereabouts of Gansey and Henry, “who’s your pal? Boyfriend number three?”

Adam glowers at Ronan, determined to not say a word to him if he can help it.

“This is Adam Parrish,” Blue says, “and no, he’s not my boyfriend. But we did date for a little while in high school. About a month, right Adam?” Adam nods, staring into his gelato bowl.

Ronan snorts and steals a spoonful of Adam’s gelato. “Adam Parrish.” Ronan says his name like it’s a challenge. “Better than Fuck You, I guess.”

“Huh?” Blue gives Adam a bemused look.

“Private joke,” Adam mutters, glaring at Ronan.

The other guy, Noah, watches everything with an all-knowing look, his mouth set in a perpetual grin, his eyes sparkling like he knows all of their secrets, like he thinks they’re all hilarious.

“Dude, Noah, you look creepy as fuck,” Ronan growls, scuffing his hand through Noah’s messy hair. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Oh, just thinking that it’s wonderful how you and Blue have the same taste in men.”

Ronan and Blue choke at the same time. Adam bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

“I don’t like Henry!” Ronan protests.

“Oh, please,” Blue huffs. “You pick on him mercilessly. Which is basically the asshole equivalent of pulling on pigtails.”

“What—no. No. I do that because… because… he’s just so annoying!” Ronan flounders for words. Adam’s getting very curious about these mysterious boys, Henry and Gansey, especially if they managed to captivate Blue and Ronan. “And we’ve already discussed Gansey!”

“Uh-huh. ‘He’s like my brother!’ Well, you never look at your actual brothers like that, thank God.” Noah howls with laughter and Ronan throws his gelato bowl at Blue but she neatly dodges it. Ronan goes in for a tackle and Blue takes off down the street, Ronan hot on her heels. Noah and Adam stand together and watch the chase unfold.

“You didn’t call him,” Noah says, so quiet that Adam almost misses it.

“I forgot,” Adam admits. Noah looks skeptical so Adam continues, “Look, I’ve been busy. I didn’t forget about Ronan—how could I? I just kept forgetting to call or text and… anyways what would be the point? I’m going back to school in a couple months.”

Noah shrugs. “You should tell him that. He really thought you would call.”

Adam feels weirdly guilty; it’s like hot coals in his stomach. “Just because a guy gives me his number doesn’t mean I’m obligated to contact him.”

Ronan stalks towards them with Blue draped over one shoulder like a sack. She kicks and flails and laughs and threatens to call Gansey. Adam feels wonderstruck by the sight of them, Blue looking so uninhibited and boisterous, Ronan looking like… like the type of guy he should call. Ronan sets Blue down and gives Adam an indecipherable look.

“You okay?” he asks.

“What?” Adam’s voice sounds weird in his own ears, almost breathless. He swallows around the tight feeling in his throat. “Oh, yeah, I’m good.”

Ronan shrugs and starts talking to Noah about something but Adam can’t get past the flush on Ronan’s pale skin, the way his chest is still rising and falling hard with his labored breaths from running around. The scars on his arms stand out even more, white against faint pink. And Ronan’s arms… Adam had noticed at the laundry mat that Ronan had amazing arms but standing this close to him, able to observe all the little details of him, is bringing it home in a big way that Ronan Lynch is undeniably gorgeous.

Adam looks away and catches Noah smirking at him. Noah makes the “call me” gesture, wriggling his pale eyebrows dramatically. Adam rolls his eyes in response. Blue and Ronan continue to carry on like rowdy siblings until Adam announces that he has to go home. He offers to walk Blue home but Ronan insists on driving her. He also extends the offer to Adam but Adam declines; he has his bike and he’s not quite ready to trust his life to Ronan’s driving.

Back at St. Agnes Adam digs through his papers until he finds the flyer with Ronan’s number. He carefully adds the ten digits to his list of contacts. Hitting save has never felt like this before. He feels like he’s making a promise, like he’s making a Big Decision. He gazes at Ronan’s name until his screen goes black. Adam hugs his pillow to his chest, smelling the soft scent of detergent, and dreams of a beautiful boy with a killer smile and a laugh as warm and wild as a summer night.

…to be continued…

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[I think some people may have been expecting a date or at least a phone call but I don’t think that’s Adam’s style. Anyways, I hope y’all don’t mind waiting for the date, for the relationship to build from physical attraction to something more substantial.]

Your Brothers - Jamie & Jordie Benn #3/#1

Originally posted by brosillustrated

about/request: hey, i was wondering if you could do an imagine where your adopted by the benn family and the benn brothers finally decide to introduce you to the team after years of hiding you from the team because they don’t want the single guys to hit on you. AND you’re requests are open so i was hoping that you could write a cute, fluffy family oriented imagine about how you grew up around the benn brothers, how they treated you like another sister, how heartbreaking it was for you when they both went off to play hockey and how when you went to college in texas to be closer to them? thanks a million 💕

warnings: mentions of child abuse

authors note: decided to combine these because they were super similar. idk what my tagging system is gonna be for this one but whatever we’ll see. i hope you liked it, it tried to incorporate everything!! also obviously set a few years back so jordie was still in dallas.

word count: 1951

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  • major: architecture 
  • minor: urban studies 
  • sports: bikes to school since he lives in an off campus dorm, that’s the only sports he’s willing to do
  • clubs: neighborhood cleanup volunteer, part-time travel guide on the weekends 
  • jeonghan’s interest in architecture comes from the fact that he likes to draw but he can’t draw people for anything??? like he wanted to do fine arts but the best portrait he can do is a circle with two dots for eyes??? but when it comes to fine line work and detail WELL THEN 
  • and like he spent most of high school biking to and from school and he still does so in college and whenever he would pass through the streets he’d always admire the buildings and the houses and the array of colors and shapes 
  • his favorite places are churches and museums because there architecture is always the most beautiful and he’ll literally spend hours sitting on the steps outside of them sketching different parts of the structure from different angles and like once he was like “mingyu lets go to the museum!” and mingyu was like yeah sure but then ??? jeonghan just sat himself down in front of the museum and took out this sketchpad and mingyu’s like ??? hyung the arts inside ?? and jeonghan was like NO u fool the art is the building duh 
  • mingyu: ????????????
  • is famous on campus for (his good look obviously) always being on the roof of the art building and sketching up there. people always know that if there’s a figure up there then it’s probably jeonghan
  • is organized and has all his notes color-coded and his pens are organized by like size?? his folders aren’t bent ?? he actually uses his planner ??
  • the only messy thing about him is his bike because it’s old and covered in peeling stickers and sharpie pen like seungcheol scribbled ‘prince jeonghan’ onto the side of the handlebar and jeonghan has tried tirelessly to clean it off but it has been only failure 
  • and although jeonghan is pretty well kept together midterms have a way of making everyone Lose It and although he’s studied and done his best like he’s got a paper on gentrification due for his urban studies minor and then he’s got a presentation in design IV and then blueprints he needs to go over with his professor in landscapes and like
  • he doesn’t notice but he leaves said blueprints beside his bike after he’s done parking it because he’s late to his first period class and like he doesn’t notice at all until he’s having lunch w/seungcheol and josh and he’s like WAIT 
  • oh my god
  • the blueprints
  • seungcheol laughs his butt off because this is the first time he’s ever heard of jeonghan losing anything while joshua tries to calm jeonghan down
  • and tbh this is all a mess but these missing blueprints is how you meet jeonghan
  • see you’re also biking to and from school and as you’re chaining your bike up you notice this really big bundle of sketches just laying on the floor and you’re like “one of those frenzied art students must of left that here.” so you go and pick it up with the intention of dropping it off at the art department when you notice that like the drawings aren’t like portraits or contemporary art 
  • they’re plans for a building including the drawings and measurements of the structure and you’re like ??? this is too much math and numbers for this to be an art students
  • so you’re like ok this is probably an architecture majors project but since you don’t even know where the department for that is you turn to the one person you trust will have answers: lee seokmin. because he knows everything and everyone
  • and so you find him outside lab and you’re like “seokmin!!! i found these out in the parking lot near the bike racks, do you know whose it is??” and you unroll the sketches and seokmins like hmmm bikes + blueprints hmmmmmm and then he snaps his fingers like “it probably belongs to jeonghan!!!! he’s a really handsome hyung of mine, shoulder length hair, nice voice you can find him on the roof of the art building!!” and you’re like ok that’s…..more info than necessary but thank u seokmin ur the best
  • and so you get to the art building and climb up like 15 flights of stairs and when you open the door to the roof you’re surprised but happy to see that there is a person there
  • and he’s like sitting near the ledge and he’s got his bag next to him and his side profile against the backdrop of the sky looks like it’s shining??? and like he’s just standing there looking over at the campus below but for some reason you find yourself just frozen??? because it looks like a scene out of a movie like seokmin had said he was handsome but the person in front of you is like ????? a real life angel
  • you try to clear your throat to get his attention, but instead you end up dropping the blueprints and they like scatter around you and you’re like goOD JOB embaRRASSING yourself my dude
  • and jeonghan turns around and sees you there and you’re like trying to pick up the sketches and the wind gets one and you’re chasing it and jeonghan is like ?????? and you’re like “heY Hi you don’t know me bUT i think these belong to you??” and you manage to get them all back together and you hand them to jeonghan
  • and like he looks them over and you can see his eyes widen and a smile appear on his face and wow did cupid just shoot you with his bow and arrow because that’s what looking at this boys smile feels like
  • and he looks at you like “you don’t know how much this means to me that you found these!! there’s over 45 hours of work in them!!” and like his eyes are this warm brown and you’re like oH it’s no BIG DEAL haha HAHa 
  • but then he puts the sketches down and asks how he can repay you and you’re like no no no it’s fine!!!! and you try to look around and you’re like “by the way, i hear you’re always up here, why?” and jeonghan shrugs and he’s like “because the view is nice, i see all the details.”
  • he like walks over to the ledge and waves for you to come over and he like points to the buildings and he’s like “from this angle i can see how the building looks from different points of view. it’s easier to sketch something and understand it if you see every side.”
  • and you’re like ok that’s somehow so inspiring and deep and jeonghan starts talking about the history of the campus’s architecture and like you’ve never been interested but his voice and his passion comes through so you can’t help but be entranced 
  • at some point you’re like ‘wow seokmin was right, you are handsome” and jeonghans like hmm??? and you’re like nOThing no  th i ng …..
  • but your conversation comes to an end when jeonghan’s like “i gotta go hand in these blueprints, again i don’t know how to repay you.” and you’re like seriously!! it’s ok, this was fun - i learned a lot from you!!
  • and jeonghan stands there for a moment with his bag over his shoulder and the blueprints in his hand looking at you and you get all nervous because the sun is setting and u two are on a roof this is like romantic but like u just met and jeonghan seems to realized that as well because he takes a step back and is like a little stuttery as he says goodbye
  • and he disappears down the stairs and you’re on the roof by yourself and like this feeling of butterflies fluttering is in your stomach and you’re just like ,,,,,, what is this
  • you and jeonghan don’t cross paths for a week and like you kind of expected this like all you did was help him out that doesn’t entitle him to want to be your friend or whatever and like you go on w ur life 
  • and one day your bike gets a flat tire and so u can’t use it to get to ur job and so u have to work when you get off your shift and it’s pretty dark since it’s past 9 but like you just clutch your books and keep walking
  • until suddenly there’s someone ringing their bike bell at you and you’re like ???? and you turn to see jeonghan coming to a stop on his bike near the sidewalk and he’s like “hey, what are you doing out so late?” and you’re like “just came from work!! my bikes useless with a flat so i have to walk to the dorms.” and jeonghan frowns and checks his watch like “it’s super late, let me give you a ride.” and you like look at him and then at his bike and you’re like “……..where would i sit?”
  • jeonghan just grins and motions for you to pass him your books and he puts them into his backpack and then is like “on my handlebars.”
  • and you’re like ahfiowhofwo jeOnghan how will you see?? what if i break the bike??? this is dang-
  • but jeonghan reaches out and gently takes your hand to pull you closer and he’s like “don’t worry, just take a seat and ill take care of you!”
  • and you’re still a little anxious but you do your best to hop on and you hear jeonghan ask against your ear if you’re comfortable and you nod and he starts peddling and you’re like oh my god Oh My God OH MY-
  • and surprisingly he’s going along smoothly and the wind is blowing through your hair and at some point your nervousness melts and you’re smiling and giggling and jeonghan is like “is it fun??” and you’re like “yeah!!”
  • the ride isn’t a long one, it’s about fifteen minutes to the dorms and when you get there you don’t want to get off because it was so nice and peaceful having him bike you through the cool night air and whenever he’d speak it was warm against your ear but all good things come to an end and you hop off and jeonghan passes you your books and you’re like !!! thank you and he’s like consider this repayment for you helping me out w/ my blueprints (-:
  • and once again you and jeonghan find yourself silently looking at one and other and it’s like,,,,,,,,,,,,just do it. just kiss each other
  • bUT once again jeonghan looks away and chuckles a bit awkwardly and is like “hey, if you ever want to hangout or something - you know where to find me.” and you’re like aHH yes!! and before he leaves he’s like “it’s chilly tonight and you know the dorms never turn the heat on so take this-” 
  • and he gets off his bike and shrugs off the cardigan he’s wearing and like drapes it over your shoulders and you’re like “i can’t take th-” and he’s like “don’t worry. stay warm.” and he smiles and oh god you’re literally going to turn into jelly right here 
  • you watch as he rides off and you wrap the cardigan tighter around you and try not to smile like an idiot while jeonghan turns the block and almost yells out into the wind because as calm and collected as he can come off he’s just as nervous around you as you are around him because god you’re cute and he just needs to muster up the courage and kiss you liKE
  • you think about how jeonghan said you know where to find him so a couple of days later you buy some sandwiches and fresh fruit and climb the stairs of the art building and as expected jeonghan is there but ??? he’s laying down on this blanket and he looks like he’s asleep and you quietly make your way over
  • and he literally looks so angelic and pure laying there, hair splayed out under him, lips slightly parted and you sit down beside him and like you don’t want to wake him up that’d be rude so you just think you’ll sit here for a bit and watch the sky but then like you end up laying down and soon enough,,,,,,,,,,,,you’re asleep too
  • waking up you feel your head pressed against someone warm and when you sit up you feel jeonghan’s hand drop from around your waist and he smiles at you but you can see the pink tint on his cheeks and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my did i ??? fall asleep too??? and he chuckles like yeah you did!! and automatically you bow your head like im sorry!! but jeonghan lifts your chin and is like “you’re cute when you’re sleeping.”
  • and this time the silence between you is ended with him leaning in and placing his hand on the back of your neck to pull you softly toward him and the kiss is……….just as sweet and soft as this whole situation and it’s perfect
  • and jeonghan pulls back but his hand lingers on your neck before his fingers tread down to from your neck to your back and you just
  • lean down and kiss him again, but this time with a bit more passion and jeonghan just laughs as he pulls you ontop of him
  • and it’s cute your first kiss and first date is up on the rooftop and you guys share the food you brought and jeonghan spends the time listening to you talk about your interests and he shows you his sketch book of different buildings around seoul and his studies on the architecture of churches in italy and france
  • and it’s just beautiful being there with him 
  • once seokmin finds out you’re dating jeonghan he’s like “the reason you two lovebirds found each other is because of me you know!! you should repay me with buying me lunch” and you and jeonghan are like rolling your eyes but agree because why not
  • seungcheol finds out and he literally grabs you and jeonghan together at the same time and spins you two around and you’re both like sEungchEOl and he’s like YOU GUYS IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU BOTH ,,,,, like he gets more emotionally than necessary but that’s because jeonghan is his best bud and he’s so happy to see jeonghan has found someone as nice and as good to him as you
  • you and jeonghan bike together to school like you meet up outside the dorms and jeonghan leans over to kiss you good morning and you help each other fasten your helmets and it’s the cutest thing ever
  • sometimes you’ll race to see who gets to campus first but jeonghan always lets you win and you’re like sTop doing that let’s do it fairly and jeonghan’s like “i would, but you look so cute when you win and get all giddy???” and you’re like shU S H……..
  • aside from the top of the art building you find jeonghan napping in the library, the campus cafe, the common room of his dorm, the common room of your dorm, study hall and you’re always like how can he sleep so much
  • but then you settle in beside him and like at first you’re reading your notes or studying but then he’s so warm and he’s cuddling his head into your neck that you also knock out and joshua or minghao finds you guys and has to shake you two awake
  • there’s a freshman named dino who jeonghan is really protective over and dino’s always like @ you like pls help me jeonghan texts me 500 times a day to ask how i am and it’s sweet but ,,,,,,,,,why and you’re like sorry dino you’re like his son now and dino sighs and he’s like “does that mean im your son too?” and you’re like asifdhw and jeonghan is like yes that’s exactly what it means - exchange numbers this is a family now LMAO
  • jeonghan isn’t a big party person but seungcheol goes to a lot of them so you two get invited and once there was a karaoke machine and that was the night you learned that jeonghan knows all the lyrics to every beyonce song ever released and wow he can SING 
  • jeonghan: seungcheol you didn’t record me singing right?
  • seungcheol: nah bro u know i would don’t that
  • you: it’s ok i recorded it
  • jeonghan: HOW COULD YOU
  • but then you learn jeonghan can hold a grudge till the end of eternity so you delete the video LOL 
  • watching him draw out plans is one of your favorite things because his determined face is so handsome and he’s so hardworking and you just think he really fits that artist look and like he looks so good with his glasses on and his hair up in a lil ponytail
  • you love tying the ponytails for him and fixing the strands that fall out
  • but when you do, jeonghan just wraps his arms around your waist and moves you toward his bed like “let’s sleep……….well kiss and stuff first and then sleep…….”
  • does this thing where he’ll hold you from behind and kiss your neck and then wander off like he just didn’t do that and you’re like jeonghan come back here and he’s like hmmmmmmm
  • soft long romantic kisses that’s jeonghan’s game my dude RIP YOU
  • you’ll go with him to volunteer in the neighborhood clean up and the adults that run it love you two they think you’re the cutest and they’re like “you two just need to get married!!!!” and jeonghan is like woAH and you’re like We’re IN COLLEGe but the adults are like “imagine what a cute family they’d be aWWWW” and you and jeonghan are basically two embarrassed messes
  • jeonghan knows so much about the neighborhood and about korea in general that he’s always telling you things you don’t know and like it’s never because he’s trying to come of sounding smarter than you he’s just genuinely interested in telling you and you love hearing it and you’re always just like “you should become a teacher, you’re so intelligent” and jeonghan’s like “i couldn’t be a teacher, school starts too early and i love sleep”
  • jeonghan’s dorm walls used be covered with blueprints and photos of the massive churches of europe but now he’s got photos of the two of you hanging up and like when he’s pulling an all nighter to get his drawings done he’ll look at the photo of you smiling and it just gives him strength
  • you and jeonghan spend countless hours talking about all the places in the world you want to see and he’s just laying in your lap as you run your fingers through his hair and he’s like “i want to see all of these places, but seeing them with you would make it even better.”
  • as a gift for your first anniversary you save up enough money to buy jeonghan a new bike that doesn’t say “prince jeonghan” on it and jeonghan nearly gets on his hands and knees to thank you but seungcheol is like jUST wait ill write something else
  • he does. he writes your name + a heart + jeonghans name under the seat and jeonghan’s like you know what,,,,im not mad,,,,,,i think it’s cute
  • instead of just jeonghan being known for hanging up on the art buildings roof, now everyone knows that that’s where they can find you. you guys are the ‘art building roof’ couple LOL
  • ok but biking with jeonghan by the han river or by the beach and then stopping to admire the view but when you turn around jeonghans looking at you and leans in to kiss you and it’s SOFT 

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wanna one reacting to you not knowing how to ride a bike

-so i decided that it would be better to imagine this as wanna one as dads teaching 5-year-old you how to ride a bike

lai guanlin:  “ok so i think it’ll be easier if we start by taking the training wheels off only one at a time. you know, just to ease into things” *pushes you down the driveway* “wait, oh shi-” 

lee daehwi: “sweetie, dad will just hang onto your seat while you try to maintain balance, alright? don’t worry, i wont let you go” *you go down the hill* *daehwi struggles to slow u down* *is dragged across the ground* “DONT WORRY SWEETIE, DAD’S STILL HANGING ON, YOU JUST GET. THAT. BALANCE.” *forgets reason for living as his clothes get torn on the sidewalk*

bae jinyoung: “dad’s just gonna push you, and you’re gonna ride by yourself ok??” *shoves you as hard as he can* “woah wtf you’RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE” *realizes he didn’t take the training wheels off*

park woojin: “ok, we’ll learn at the park. let’s go!” *finally arrive at park* *forgets bike at home*

park jihoon: *would wrap you in bubble wrap over your helmet, your elbow/knee/shin/shoulder pads* *never lets go* *goes about .02 miles/hour in the grass*

kang daniel: *would be so excited about teaching you* *attaches streamers, pompoms, bells, whistles* *sets you off onto the road* *stares in sheer horror as the streamers get tangled in your pedals and wheels*

kim jaehwan: *refuses to teach you* “we’re tandem biking all day EVERYDAY hunty”

ong seongwoo: “biking is so easy. here, let me show you how it’s done” *rides gracefully down the sidewalk* *turns around to say* “you see? THE KEY IS BALAN-” *plows into a rose bush* 

hwang minhyun: *would carry a loudspeaker with him and forces you to wear a light-up vest because safety is #1 for dad minhyun* *screeches at every living thing that is within 2 feet radius* *doesn’t realize he’d been screaming at a leaf to get out of the way for 5 mins*

 ha sungwoon: “ok, we’ll learn at the park. let’s go!” *finally arrive at park* *forgets you at home*

yoon jisung: *at 3;04 am* “ok the moon should be at a 52º angle in thirty-six seconds, giving you the perfect lighting that will not blind you if you head in a NW direction at 5.3 mph. account the wind at a 3.1 mph, from- *licks finger and holds it out* “-a NNW direction, you’ll go the perfect speed” *bloodcurdling scream when a drop of rain hits him* 

Two Birds

Fandom: IT (novel and 2017 movie) (a mishmash of canons but mostly book-canon)
Pairing: Richiard Tozier/Stanley Uris (Stozier)
Rating: T+
Warnings: Antisemetic and homophobic bullying; canon-compliant suicide
Wordcount:  5,485
Summary: It’s not easy growing up in a town like Derry with the weight of a destiny strung ‘round your neck. (Or: Snapshots of Richie and Stan’s life together and how they realized they’d been in love this whole time.) ((Bittersweet; fluff and angst; friends to lovers))
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They had to walk to kindergarten together by simple virtue of being neighbors. (“Hold hands at crosswalks and always look both ways before crossing the street!”)

The dark-haired boy, with his wild laugh and his perpetually-scraped knees, always forgot those simple rules. It was the solemn-faced boy with his hazel eyes everbright, noticing all, who dove for him, day after day, to snatch his wrist and haul him back to sidewalk-safety.

“We’re s'posed to wait,” he’d insist, glaring, as the other boy smiled good-naturedly.

“Oh yeah; I forgot.”

Richie’s mind worked a thousand miles a minute; his ever-chattering mouth could hardly keep up with it. He tripped his words up and sounded a lot like Yoda from Star Wars.

“He’s an imaginative boy,” Mrs. Tozier would dismiss when he got in trouble at school. “He has so much energy. We’re hoping Stanley will be a good influence on him.”

“Stanley,” Mrs. Uris said, time and time again with a knowing little smile. “Is a good influence on everyone.”

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Finn / Rey AU: Renegades 

Fourth grader Finnley Storm (Finn), becomes best friends with his neighbor’s orphaned niece Rey after he finds her catching fireflies in his backyard. If the two friends aren’t playing marbles in the middle of the sidewalk or riding their bikes, they can usually be found reading comic books in the tree house her Uncle Han built for them. 

Someone please write a fanfic of this.

Eleven Minutes || Allurance

For Allurance Week Day 1: AU

Summary: A Soumate AU where a timer on your wrist counts down until the moment you meet your soulmate. 

Lance doesn’t even notice that his hit zero, until eleven minutes later.

A/N: Okay, I feel like this might be a little rushed or something, but I’m honestly proud of it. I just really wanted to get something posted before I went to bed, so here you go.

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