so my sister and i have been watching this for like a hour

I am a freshman at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Fla. In the days since the attack that killed 17 people here, I have continued replaying those terrifying moments in my head.

It began when a fire alarm went off just before school was supposed to end. We thought nothing of it. People in my finance class had already left, and I grabbed my backpack to evacuate. The next thing I knew I heard people running and shouting, and my teacher yelling at us to get back in the class.

I sprinted to her closet and crammed myself against shelves filled with papers and binders. The rest of the closet filled up with the other students. We thought it was an active shooter drill. It wasn’t.

My phone flooded with messages from friends and family, from other states and other countries, asking if I was O.K. The world knew what was happening even before we did. I texted my sister to make sure everything was all right with her. I checked in with my friends, and most of them were safe, or had evacuated. I texted my family and told them that I loved them.

My classmates scoured the internet, searching for news about what was happening. We found out the shooter was in the freshman building, 50 feet away from our classroom. I was busy shaking in the corner of my little bunker, trying to calm my panic, while rumors about the shooter and the victims arrived by text and Snapchat. We could hear loud noises outside. Were they gunshots? We weren’t sure.

After over an hour of confusion and heat, the police SWAT team finally came to get us.

We ran out with our phones in our pockets, and our hands over our heads. I have never run so fast. I met up with my friends and sat with them, still in shock. I saw kids crying, traumatized. At home it still didn’t feel real. We tried to watch some TV to distract ourselves. We saw celebrities and politicians talking about our school. But it didn’t feel like our school, it seemed like a movie, a dream, a nightmare.

My parents worked hard to leave war-torn Lebanon so that their children would never have to experience the violence and loss that they did. My dad was a first-aid volunteer with the Lebanese Red Cross. He continued his engineering education, worked for General Electric in France and was transferred to the United States. My family lived in Utah; Colorado, where I was born; Minnesota; and finally Florida. My parents chose Parkland to settle in because of Marjory Stoneman Douglas’s stellar reputation, and because we thought that it was a safe place to live. But that isn’t true anymore. The promise of safety and security failed us.

…We can’t let innocent people’s deaths be in vain. We need to work together beyond political parties to make sure this never happens again. We need tougher gun laws.

If a person is not old enough to be able to rent a car or buy a beer, then he should not be able to legally purchase a weapon of mass destruction. This could have been prevented. If the killer had been properly treated for his mental illness, maybe this would not have happened. If there were proper background checks, then those who should not have guns would not have them.

We need to vote for those who are for stricter laws and kick out those who won’t take action. We need to expose the truth about gun violence and the corruption around guns. Please.

It’s devastating that this happened on Valentine’s Day, a day that’s supposed to be about love. Take this as a sign to hug your loved ones and be sure to tell them you love them every day because you never know when it will be their last.

If you have any heart, or care about anyone or anything, you need to be an advocate for change. Don’t let any more children suffer like we have. Don’t continue this cycle. This may not seem relevant to you. But next time it could be your family, your friends, your neighbors. Next time, it could be you.


CHRISTINE YARED, writing in the New York Times“Don’t Let My Classmates’ Deaths Be In Vain.”

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Peter having a little sister

  • she wasn’t actually his little sister
  • well not biologically at least
  • lemme explain
  • Tony and Pepper finally got around to having that baby they’ve been talking about 
  • and Peter was the most excited upon hearing about Pepper’s pregnancy
  • he was suggesting baby names left and right 
  • “if it’s a boy name him Peter!”
  • “no i’m not naming my child Peter. one of u is enough”
  • They settled on the name Morgan like it was mentioned 
  • After Pepper’s crazy uncle
  • Plus, it’s a gender-neutral name
  • Which is convenient since they wanted to keep the gender of the baby a surprise until the actual birth

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Tales from the Cave

M’gann: “what is an XBox”

  • Wally, trying not to laugh: “Oh it’s just a treasure chest where we hide all the money”
  • M’gann, later: “smash it Conner sMASH SMASH IT CONNER SMASH IT—“

• Dick watches nineteen hours’ worth of the Twilight Zone one night and cries and calls Wally for help when he’s too afraid to leave his room

Artemis: “My parents are criminals and my sister married an asshole”

  • Dick, upside down on the couch as he eats twelve fruit by the foots he glued together into one continuous rope: “wow that sucks almost as bad as having your parents fall to their deaths right before your very eyes isn’t that funny”

• Kaldur has a fish tank in his room with like fifty fish in there and at first everyone assumed he just really really liked his pet fish until one day Conner walked into his room and watched Kaldur just. stick his hand in. and grab a handful of fish and swallow them whole

Wally, laying on the couch and staring up at the ceiling: “So yeah, I think that’s why I have such confidence issues and why I let my insecurities cloud my judgement, all because of my childhood traumas and high expectations I set for myself what do you think”

  • Dinah, on her phone, whispers quietly: “fucking crush that candy”

• Conner and Kaldur have these weird instances in which someone will walk in on them sitting on opposite sides of the table just. staring at each other unblinking for hours

Wally: “Hey M’gann what am I thinking right now ;)”

  • M’gann, without looking up from her magazine: “Harambe”
  • Wally: “hOLY SH—“

Conner: “Hey Robin what are you doing”

  • Dick, squawking like a parrot: “Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!!”
  • Conner: “Cool thanks!!”

Zatanna, to the tune of All Star with Dick beatboxing in the background: “Hey, now. You’re a woof-woof. Gotta woof-woof, woof, woof.”

  • Wolf: “!!!!!”

• Red Tornado has “Halsey sux” spray-painted on his back and it has been there for four years and he still?? Doesn’t know??

Dick, looking out the window of the bioship: “Wow, I feel so high up here”

  • Roy, eyes bloodshot and staring into another dimension: “Yeah me too”

Wally: “Hey are you a lamp?”

  • Artemis: “If this is something dumb like ‘because you light up my world’ I’m gonna smack you
  • Wally: “Fine then I won’t say it”
  • Artemis: “Like hELL you won’t say it, tell me how lovely I am bitch”

Kaldur as he’s walking down the street: *whispers* “Run me over you coward do it run me over right now hit me you weakling hIT ME DO IT HIT ME RIGHT N—“

Raquel, to the office camera: “I’ve only been on this team for two days but I can already tell you that M’gann is blackmailing the Walmart chain in exchange for free Oreos, Conner sleeps with a stuffed toy shaped like Hotch from Criminal Minds, Artemis can’t pronounce the word ‘serendipity,’ Red Arrow is a secret psychopath and I’m just waiting for him to snap, Kaldur keeps Monsters University merch in his bedroom, and I’m pretty sure Robin was involved in the death of Vine” *sips tea*

Zatanna: “M’gann shapeshift into the scariest thing I can imagine”

  • M’gann: *turns invisible*
  • Zatanna: “Why’d you do that?”
  • M’gann’s disembodied voice: “Because the scariest thing you should be able to imagine is a world without me in it, I’m fucking delightful”
Are You Going To Be An Overprotective Baby Brother?

Pairing: Steve x Henderson!reader 

Request:  Could you do a Steve Harrington imagine of being Dustin’s older sister and prior to the monsters you ignored Steve even though he always tried to flirt because you’re pretty and smart but you’re also snarky and friends with Nancy and Jonathan and BFFs with Dustin and all his friends love you and post monsters with Dustin and Steve’s bromance you start to be friends with him and Dustin notices he likes you and gives Steve a overprotective baby brother speech? You can decide if he makes a move  

Warnings: fluff, a few swear words

A/N: Omg I love this prompt so much! Also, I have a requested El x reader coming out sometime in the next few days :)

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well i got mad every time a dancer had ballet slippers that weren’t pointe shoes but still had ribbons, or the ribbons went all the way up the calf muscle, or worse she obviously didn’t have the ankle flexibility for pointe but doing it anyway, or the foot was turned in, or the fingers were touching incorrectly, or her hair was - why! - not slicked back and she was wearing jewelry. and people patted my hand and understood my anger because i wasn’t a professional but come on, twenty long years of this. i simmered and sighed loudly and said “youtube is free and dancers are all over it.”

nobody blames my brother for getting heated every time the big bang theory is on. he and my sister both bow their engineer heads and go through the stages of grief en repeat. we pat their hands. “we aren’t like that,” sighed, frequently. they mourn a show that features scientists, supposedly written by “nerds”.

i sit down at a coffee where for two hours us five friends all loudly discuss the science that goes wrong in popular media. we allow each thing to have five loopholes, one for each of us. my friend goes red in the face talking about the bbc sherlock series. she has been dealing with “sociopath” following her in her footsteps since her first spectrum diagnosis. we let her yell about it. we all feel like yelling about it. “i’m not like that,” she says, even hours later, and i look at her while she is shaking, her hands in fists. “we aren’t like that.” and i want to tell her, yes, i know, i know - but it isn’t about me. it’s that some people who watch that show never figured out it’s badly written fiction.


“Actors should play whatever they want to play it’s fiction.” 

when you’re mad that your new hero isn’t cast white, your anger is justified. when rey is a girl, your anger is justified. but when i ask “don’t take the space that belongs to me we already have very little,” i’m reminded: it’s just fiction. it doesn’t matter who represents it.

does it. in a better world, we could say that the writers always do the research. always try to make something true, honest, and intricate. good writers do. they listen and listen and listen. in a better world, we can complain about the little things like untucked ribbons and no rosin, about how she’s clearly not in Freeds even though that’s the company branding. we can pick apart these small parts that don’t deny us our identity, that only annoy us, that don’t ruin the movie or promote an idea about People Like Me.

instead, i am watching another bi girl written by a straight man. her hair is dyed, because obviously it is. she makes a homophobic comment. says it with a repressed shudder. when she talks about her experiences, it is not untucked ribbon. it is watching the ballet from a distance, with the music only echoing. it is a kaleidoscope of that’s-not-the-fuck-what-it-is. it is a farce. it is a funhouse mirror. a parody of representation; taunting me with the reminder: but you are like that, aren’t you, because we see you like that, don’t we.

a straight cis woman, i’m told gently, is basically the same thing as a trans man. there’s no trouble in who plays him, because, like, what’s the difference? why are we so triggered? it’s just fiction, even when it’s about a real man. it’s not transphobic, they’re finally representing us, right, why are we always asking so much from people, can’t we just get a life?

i’ve heard, now, about six hundred different canonical problems with actor choices and writing choices from Infinity Wars. About what is Right and what is Wrong, how fictional characters wouldn’t do/say/think a certain way, how the writers Really Fucked It Up. don’t even talk to me about how many people told me “i’m not sexist but the ghostbusters can’t be played by women.” 

but we say “this is wrong and bigoted” and we’re told “calm down. close your eyes. this isn’t about you, it’s about us.”

waking up the wolf inside

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Derek Hale is two hours late. At each passing minute, Stiles feels angrier and the only reason he hasn’t left is because Derek needs to come home at some point and when he does, Stiles is going to yell at him so hard he’s going to give him this interview just to send Stiles away.

Stiles can be pretty annoying when he wants to, that’s how he gets most of his job done.

Derek Hale though, he’s been fucking infuriating. For starters he lives in the middle of nowhere, Stiles got lost twice before he found someone who actually knew where Derek’s freaking cabin is. And there’s also the fact that he’s a nobody - Stiles’ only picture of him is from his High School graduation, like, fifteen years ago.

And that’s the most fascinating thing – not many people know about him but the ones who do can’t stop praising his work. The guy is an angel, but instead of protecting people he protects wolves. According to Scott’s boss – who’s like, the one person who has seen Derek in person and can attest he’s real – Derek has a vet degree, doesn’t like people and built his own cabin in the woods. To live amongst the wolves.

Stiles needs to interview this guy. At first because he got curious about a thirty-one year old guy living alone and now it’s about pride. He doesn’t just spend two hours outside someone’s house, especially when it’s snowing.

“Come on.” He groans. It’s freaking Alaska. Angel or not – Derek Hale is also a huge dick.

Stiles is beginning to think about breaking into the guy’s house (he can’t feel his toes) when he hears a car and a minute later a battered truck is parking next to Stiles’ rental car.

The man who steps out looks nothing like the High School picture Stiles found. For starters he look like a mountain man with a beard that does nothing but make him look hotter, the jeans doesn’t leave much to imagination either when it comes to his ass and the huge winter coat only accentuates his broad shoulders.

Stiles swallows. “Hey!” He yells, watching as Derek opens the back door. “Derek Hale?” He can’t hide his groan when Derek barely spares him a glance. “Hey, it’s freaking freezing here, you know?”

Derek lets out a groan of his own as he lifts something in his arms and steps away from the car. “I know.” He walks towards the house and as he gets closer, Stiles notices Derek is carrying a wolf. “Now, help me out here, yeah?”

Stiles doesn’t even think twice before dropping his bag and stepping closer. “What can I do?”

“Grab the key,” Derek instructs, “it’s in my back pocket.”

Later, Stiles will want to hide his face in embarrassment but now he can only think about the poor wolf whining in Derek’s arms as he touches Derek’s ass to find the key to open Derek’s house.

Once inside, Derek deposits the wolf on the floor, wrapping him further with blankets and asks Stiles to light up the fire as he goes around the house collecting things. “Is he going to be okay?” Stiles asks as Derek kneels in front of the wolf and runs a soothing hand over his head.

“Hopefully.” Derek answers. “And it’s a girl.” He tells Stiles. “She’s in labor.”

What.” Stiles squeaks. “Really? But –”

“In the kitchen,” Derek interrupts him, “get some hot water, and close the fucking door.”

Stiles blinks, watches as Derek tells her everything is going to be okay. She’s obviously uncomfortable, but stops squirming when Derek smiles and runs his hands over her belly.

Water.” Derek growls.

“Right.” Stiles gets on his feet. He so didn’t sign up for this.

“So,” he collapses on the floor, “does this happen a lot?”

Derek collapses next to him, eyes on the mother wolf and her six pups. “Is this part of your interview?”

Stiles snorts and rolls his eyes. “No, this is just me trying not to freak out.” He turns to look at Derek – his eyes are green, he realizes, and beautiful, he adds mentally.

“No, this doesn’t happen often.” Derek answers, finally. “Thankfully.”

Stiles nods and smiles when Derek turn to him. “You’re amazing.” He blurts out and Derek blinks, surprised. “Anyway,” Stiles shakes his head, tries to pretend the butterflies in his stomach are just from the adrenaline rush, “we’ll have to postpone the interview, but I think that’s justifiable.” He gets up, looks at his hands and realizes they are covered in blood. Ew. “Uh, can I use your bathroom before I go?”

“Go?” Derek asks, standing up too.

“I’m gonna get a hotel in town.” The nearest town is two hours away, but what can you do? He glances at the sleeping wolves. It’s not like this was Derek’s fault. “I think.”

“Don’t be stupid.” Derek says, bluntly. Stiles snorts – yeah, Derek really doesn’t have a way with people. “I have a spare bedroom.”

Stiles smiles. “Thank you.” He says. “I don’t really like driving in the snow.”

“Who does.” Derek says, asks maybe. Stiles still doesn’t know him, but as he follows Derek up the stairs, he realizes he really wants to.

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No eyes, No tongue, No fingertips

By David Feuling

A few years back, I worked as a nurse in the geriatric unit of the hospital in my hometown. There was one old woman there with pale blue eyes whose mind was still fantastically sharp, and her desire to socialize and make new friends set her apart from most others living in that wing of the facility. That woman and I soon became close for this reason. Her name was Yana, and I still miss her every day since she passed.

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A tragedy

This morning, I was woken up an hour before my alarm to the sound of a messenger app on my phone ringing. I reached over and my friend was calling.

She never calls.

Must be an accident.

I hit ignore, but there were 3 messages from her.


Was the first one, typo and all.



It’s weird when you hear that someone has died. This is the second time I have been woken up like this in this past year alone, and it’s odd how denial is so quick to put you in a state of confusion.

Jonghyun, a guy you know?

Or an actor?

Jonghyun from… I don’t know… anywhere else?

Not SHINee Jonghyun. Not our Jonghyun. Not kindhearted, caring, softspoken, talented, beautiful Jonghyun. Not Jonghyun who made us laugh and cry and love. Who made us feel.

This may sound stupid to some, especially to those who don’t/won’t understand, but SHINee and it’s members saved my life. They saved my life. Minho, Taemin, Jinki, Kibum… Jonghyun.

They kept me here, and I couldn’t even return the favor.

I have the posters on my wall that I can’t bring myself to take down, but I can’t even look at them without feeling a sick and swallowed up in a black hole. Friends are actually telling me that they don’t know how to comfort me or what to say, but that they’re sorry that someone that was important to me passed away.

I’m sorry, too. I’m so, so, so sorry that he was in so much pain. I’m so, so, so sorry that it wouldn’t go away. That he only lived 27 years and felt like that was enough. I don’t know how much he was hurting, I don’t think we get to know that or the why.

The only thing I can really say is rest in peace, Jonghyun. Whatever tormented you, can’t anymore. I wish things were different, I do - I wish whatever you felt you couldn’t get through didn’t weigh down on you, that you lived a long, loving life of happiness. That you smiled with your heart and not just your face. That the world was more kind and cradled you like the precious person you are. Were.

I’ll never forget the joy you brought me, or the lessons I’ve learned through you.

If there is a place where you can watch out for your family, please do. I know your sister was especially precious to you. And please cheer the members of SHINee on, no matter what happens after this.

From the bottom of my heart:

Rest in peace, Kim Jonghyun.

Operation Henderson and Harrington Pt. 1 ~ Mini-Series

Summary: The kids take it upon themselves to test their matchmaking skills. With a little help, they form a plot to get you and Steve together by Halloween.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x (Henderson!You) Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Language! Mostly from Dustin.

A/N: It is almost 1 am over here but I had to post this and get it out of my system. This is going to be a mini-series! Part one is posted below and I will update over the next few days :) Give me some feedback! xoxo

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five ~ Part Six ~ Part Seven FINALE

There would never be a normal Halloween in Hawkins, Indiana. The kids would always be doing something whether it be fighting off some monsters, or saving their best friend, or getting their two favorite teens to finally date.

“We can’t tell them that we came up with this,” Dustin insisted as he looked at the group.

He sat around a table with Mike, El, Will, Lucas and Max. The group was gathered in Mike’s basement as they tried to come up with a foolproof plan on getting you, Y/N Henderson, and Steve Harrington to finally date. Halloween was coming up and that was the deadline.

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New Lady | 01

Main Pairing: You x Yoongi

Genre: Smut, contract AU

Tags: Dom/Daddy Yoongi, Sub/Babygirl Reader, anal, thigh kink/riding, oral, dirty talk, degrading/humiliation, squirting, orgasm control, over stimulation, begging

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hey tay! so my name’s emily. i don’t really know where to start besides saying thank you. you’ve practically been an older sister as well as a best friend to me for the past 9ish years now i think? i’ve loved you and your music since i was 7 or 8 and well now i’m 16 so we’ve practically grown up together, haven’t we?

i just wanted to thank you for always being there for me. i could always turn to your music no matter how life was and it has always been kinda like a comfort blanket if that makes sense? you give me a feeling of home and safety and your music can always calm me down. you and your music have gotten me through the toughest of times and i could never thank you enough. you bring happiness into my darkest days. things are pretty bad right now, my anxiety is getting worse and things are really bad at home, i just feel like i can’t escape. but when i’m dancing with you, everything feels alright. even if it’s just for a few hours, i’m happiest when i’m with you. so i’m super glad that i get to feel that happiness four times this summer. thank you for giving me a reason to hold on.

i drove 5 hours to see you at chicago n1 and it was so amazing, i cant believe how far you’ve come. from seeing you at fearless tour to seeing rep tour…just wow!!! i’m beyond proud of you. i was dancing and screaming all night, everyone was staring but i didn’t care because i was having the time of my life. when the show was over the woman next to me said “you were so much fun to watch, your enthusiasm and energy was so entertaining” so i guess i went pretty hard lol. i cant wait to do it all again in louisville nashville and indy!!

you have also introduced me to some of my closest friends online as well as some of my favorite bands!! i began listening to fall out boy once you brought patrick out on red tour and they led me to paramore, both of which now mean the world to me, so thank you!!

well thank you for being my best friend, it has been an absolute honor growing up with you. i love you forever and i hope you’re doing great. thank you for being my constant source of happiness and always calming me down. i love you, always.

sending you the BIGGEST hug from kentucky!!!
love, emily💛💛

ill be in
ROW 12
in louisville if you wanna say hi! it would be a dream come true.
{also if you wanna play haunted or starlight on the bstage i would actually die}

Take My Jacket (Take My Whole Heart Too)

Summary: After being stood up on a date, Spider-Man drops by on your way home and manages to put a smile on your face.

Based on the prompt: “It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

Warnings: This is mostly fluffy, but there’s the odd curse word here and there.

A/N: I really, really, really loved writing this. I got a little carried away as I wrote it, so I’m sorry if this is a tad long (I believe it’s a little over 2k - whoops!). I hope you enjoy reading! I’d love to know if you have any thoughts :)


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It’s late, it’s cold, and you’re annoyed.

As you work your way down the darkened streets of Queens, you can’t help but kick sourly at some of the rocks on the pavement, frowning bitterly as you watch them fly across the road. The small cracking noises they make as they bounce off the tarmac isn’t enough to make you feel completely better, but it does feel a touch cathartic to put some of your energy into furiously kicking the small stones, and the longer it goes on for, the looser you feel.

It’s been a rough night. You were supposed to be meeting up with a guy for your third date, but he’d never shown. It was a shame; you’d really liked him, and you were getting to that point where he’d constantly be on your mind. For him to stand you up - not even reply to your messages, and leave you sat in that measly Italian restaurant alone for two hours - was heartbreaking.

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Not This Time Pt. 2

Summary: After a blowout fight, Billy has to find a way to make things right with his girl.

Authors Note: This is long. Very long… Like… five pages long. I was listening to The Last Time by Taylor Swift when I wrote this… Now that I’m reading it back, I don’t really see how much the song actually influenced the way I wrote it, but it’s a good song period. So listen to it. Even if you don’t like Taylor Swift, you’ll like this song. 

I have decided that I’m going to take requests! I really have a hard time writing them, though! Maybe I’ll reblog some prompts and you can send them in. 

Thanks for the love on the first part of this! I love you guys! All feedback is appreciated (even if you hated it)


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    “Hey, are you guys okay!?” I gasped, sprinting to the front door and embracing the kids as they filed in. 

Dustin, Lucas, and Max instantly wrapped their arms around my torso, nearly bowling me over.

     “Are you okay?” They questioned, their eyes flitting up to meet mine.

     “Fine, why?” 

     “We saw Billy walking home… He was a wreck.” Lucas explained. 

I let out a sigh, a twinge of pain striking me in the heart. Of course, he looked a mess. Not only had I gone off on him, he was presumably going home to a drunk father who would beat the shit out of him if he didn’t bring his little sister home.

 “Yeah. That was nothing.” I fibbed, glancing up to meet Steve standing in the doorway, his face looking worse than it had when the kids kidnapped him and threw him in Billy’s car.  

  “Jesus!” I exclaimed. He had a split above his eyebrow and another on his lower lip as well as a blackened eye that was turning an eerie green color. I couldn’t help but smirk at the multicolored bandaids the kids had slapped on his scrapes, though.

 “Yeah. This is nothing.” He mocked my tone from earlier, seeing right through my lie.

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everybody wants to love you!

anonymous requested: for the soulmate prompt thing at first i was like aww for number 18 but then i just imagined modern reddie and eddie has fucking all star by smashmouth stuck in his head who the fuck is singing all start oh it’s richie (also on ao3)

Everyone knew that if a song was stuck in your head, it was because your soulmate was singing it. Eddie had always thought it was cute until it began happening to him. Now the main reason he wanted to meet his soulmate was to strangle them for singing such annoying songs.

Eddie struggled to concentrate on the textbook in front of him. He groaned and closed the book, resting his face in his hands. Bill gave him a concerned look over his laptop.

“Something wrong, Eddie?” he asked.

The brunet looked at him in exasperation. “They’re singing again. Why do they always have to start singing whenever I’m doing something important!?”

Bill smiled sympathetically. “What is it this time?”

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me / I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed / She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb / In the shape of an “L” on her forehead

“Fucking ‘All Star’ by Smash Mouth. I hate my life, Bill.”

His friend laughed. “You say that now but you’ll change your mind when you meet your soulmate.”

The hypochondriac rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Bill. You’re not the one with a soulmate that sings meme songs and weird indie shit. I wish my soulmate sang pretty songs like yours,” he grumbled.

Hey now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play / Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid / And all that glitters is gold / Only shooting stars break the mold

Eddie whined again and buried his face in his arms.

“I want to die.”

He shot Bill a glare when he laughed.


“Are we rehearsing tonight?” Bill asked the lead singer and founder of their band.

Richie groaned. “I don’t want to but we have to keep practicing that song we’re gonna cover for the show on Friday, which is two days from now. So yeah, we’re rehearsing.”

Bill snorted. “Alright, I’ll let Bev know then.”

He left to call their bassist and Richie leaned back in the lounge chair in the Student Union. He began to hum the tune of their new song. The trashmouth pulled out his notebook and scribbled down some notes and lyric ideas.

I come home in the morning light / My mother says when you gonna live your life right / Oh mother dear we’re not the fortunate ones / And girls they wanna have fun / Oh girls just want to have fun

Richie smiled wide as he stilled his hand. He really wanted to meet his soulmate. From what he could gather by their taste in music, they’d be fun to be around.

“What are you smiling about?”

He looked up. Bill sat down across from him, eyebrow raised knowingly. Richie’s cheeks reddened as he looked back to his notebook.

When the working / When the working day is done / Oh when the working day is done oh girl / Girls, they wanna have fun

“My soulmate’s singing.”

Bill nodded, a smirk forming. “Beverly’s on her way,” he told him. “She’s bringing dinner, also.”

“God bless her fucking soul.”


Eddie watched as Stan threw himself dramatically on the couch in his apartment. He groaned loudly before regaining his composure and sitting up.

“Everything okay, Stan?” Eddie asked, genuinely concerned for his friend.

The curly haired teen looked up at him. “Yes and no.”

The brunet raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yes, I’m fine as in there isn’t anything actually wrong with me. No, I’m not fine because my soulmate won’t stop singing love songs.”

Eddie gave him a jealous look. “I’d take that over getting ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ stuck in my head every hour.”

Stan snorted. “I really want to meet them but it’s unlikely. I just hope the chances are good enough that we go to the same university.”

“I get what you mean. I want to meet my soulmate and beat the crap out of them for getting all those shitty songs stuck in my head, but yeah, I also want to meet them for the obvious reasons.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Eddie, but your soulmate sounds like a fucking nightmare,” his friend said. “Anyway, ready to start this dumbass history project?”

Eddie groaned and went over to the TV and turned it on.

“By the way, my roommate might be back, like, halfway through this documentary,” he explained as he inserted the DVD.

“I’m warning you now but history is honestly the most boring subject so don’t get mad at me if I fall asleep, which is very likely. Just pay extra attention,” Stan told him, pulling his feet up on the couch.

Eddie rolled his eyes and sat with him on the couch, pressing the play button. He tried to focus but the dull voice of the narrator explaining the French Revolution was making it hard. That and the new song stuck in his head.

Your sister thinks that I’m a freak / She’s been ignoring my calls, we haven’t spoken in a week / I get so drunk that I can’t speak / Yeah, nothing’s working and the future’s looking bleak and I say

“Really? Now of all times?”

“Song stuck in your head?” Stan asked as he repositioned himself to lie down.

Eddie nodded miserably. “Yeah, and it sounds loud. You know what I mean.”

“No, not really.”

Three beers and I’m so messed up, get drunk and I can’t shut up / She says that I drink too much / I fucked up and she hates my guts / She says that I need to grow up

“It always happens when I really need to focus. I feel like they know,” Eddie explained.

“Well, block it out and pay attention. I can feel my soul dying as this documentary progresses.”

The hypochondriac laughed at his friend and drew his legs up on the couch so he was sitting crisscross.

I’ll drink ‘til I’m staring at the ceiling / I’ll be just fine I’m numb and losing feeling / I can’t tell lies anymore

“What are we even supposed to do for this assignment?” Stan asked, looking over at Eddie.

He shrugged. “I think we’re supposed to watch the documentary and then write some questions? Our professor said he’d pick the best ones and use them as essay questions for the next test.”


I just don’t know what to do, I’m still fucked up over you / She says that I drink too much / Hawaiian red fruit punch / She says I need to grow up

“It shouldn’t be too bad considering the French Revolution is pretty straightforward,” said Eddie.

His friend groaned again, leaning his head back against the couch. “Kill me.”

True to his word, Stan fell asleep about ten minutes in. Eddie tried his best to pay attention, scribbling down possible ideas for questions, but four more songs came and went. The documentary had just ended when he heard the apartment door open. He looked up from the TV where he was removing the disc.

“Hey,” Eddie waved. “How was practice?”

Bill dropped his bookbag on the ground and headed into the kitchen.

“It was good,” he told Eddie as he poured himself a bowl of cereal before draping himself over the armchair. “We got a lot of stuff done and perfected the two covers we’re doing for Fridays show. Which you better still be going to.”

Eddie rolled his eyes when Bill gave him a pointed look. “I’m going.”

He grinned. “Good. Anyway, what the hell were you watching?”

“It was for a stupid assignment for my history class. Speaking of, Stanley, wake up! It’s over.”

He shoved Stan with his foot, jerking him awake.

“Okay, first off? Rude. Secondly, your couch is very uncomfortable, please tell me you don’t make guest sleep here.”

Eddie shrugged at him. “Do you wanna, like, stay and get take out or something?”

Stan stood up, stretching his arms over his head, causing his shirt to ride up a bit. “No, I should probably get back to my apartment and hope my roommate hasn’t burned it down,” he replied.

He seemed to just now notice Bill. “Oh, you must be Eddie’s roommate. I’m Stanley.”

Bill smiled at him and Eddie noticed Stan’s cheeks flush. “Bill.”

“Nice to meet you. Anyway, I should head out. I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.”

Eddie said his goodbyes as he walked out of the apartment. He noticed how his roommate’s eyes lingered on the doorway.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, is he single?” Bill asked, looking back at Eddie.

“Unbelievable,” he shook his head as he walked back to his room.

“What, Eddie? Are you going to answer my question or not?” his roommate shouted after him.

He ignored him in favor of his phone vibrating. He checked to see that it was a text from Stan.

[ from: bird boy ] Okay so uhh

[ from: bird boy ] Your roommate is hot as fuck

[ from: bird boy ] Like,, raw me please

[ to: bird boy ] never ever ever make me read those words ever again in my life

[ from: bird boy ] Pass the word on to him I’m begging you

[ to: bird boy ] im blocking you


“Is it okay if my roommate joins us for lunch? I promised I’d go with him last week but obviously forgot and then made plans with you. He just texted me asking where we’re meeting.”

Richie looked up and Bill and laughed. “Fine with me, Big Bill. You talk a lot about your roommate. I’m excited to meet him.”

Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you / Back up, they don’t love you like I love you / Step down, they don’t love you like I love you / Can’t you see there’s no other man above you? / What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you / Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Oh, down, they don’t love you like I love you

He cracked a smile. “I really want to meet my soulmate.”

Bill raised an eyebrow.


His friend snorted and rolled his eyes before returning to texting his roommate about his whereabouts.

How did it come down to this? / Scrolling through your call list / I don’t wanna lose my pride, but I’m a fuck me up a bitch / Know that I kept it sexy, and know I kept it fun / There’s something that I’m missing, maybe my head for one

“Okay, he’s on his way. I told him I’d order for him so let’s get going.”

Richie nodded and followed Bill into the restaurant. They ordered their food, with Bill ordering also for his roommate, before diving deep into conversation.

“Bill, I swear to god, if you ask about him again I’m going to kill you.”

A short brunet stopped abruptly behind Bill, unaware of Richie’s presence. He took this time to admire him. He was cute. Really cute. Richie grinned.

“Hiya,” he said with a grin, taking the newcomer’s eyes off his friend.

“This is my friend Richie. Richie, this is my roommate Eddie,” Bill explained. “He’ll be having lunch with us if that’s okay with you.”

Eddie gave Richie a quick once over and a small smile before sitting down next to Bill. Their food arrived shortly after and they began to eat.

“So, Eddie,” the trashmouth began. “Are you coming to our show on Friday?”

Eddie looked up, his look a bit skeptical. “Our show?” he repeated.

“I’m sure you’ve heard all about the band from Bill.”

“You’re in that band?”

Richie laughed. “Eds, I formed that band!”

He grimaced. “Don’t call me Eds.”

The dark-haired teen reached over and pinched his new friend’s cheek. “But its cute, like you!”

Eddie slapped his hand away, only looking mildly embarrassed. He glanced at Bill.

“Is he always like this?” he asked.

Bill looked at his friend and sighed. “Sadly.”

Richie placed his hand on his chest in mock offense. “You hurt me, Bill. This isn’t how you were treating me last night. Why do you always have to act so different when we’re in public?” he whined as he began to pretend to cry dramatically.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

Richie grinned wide and pushed his chair back. “I have to go. You’d better be at that show tomorrow, Eddie, or I will be very sad!”

He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed toward the exit.

“He didn’t pay,” he heard Eddie say to Bill.

“This isn’t the first time.”

Richie waved over his shoulder and blew Bill a kiss. He winked at Eddie, his grin widening when he saw him blush.


Friday finally rolled around and Eddie decided to invite Stan to Bill’s band’s show. He made sure to specifically mention that his roommate was in this said band because he knew Stanley would never go otherwise.

“Can you please stop talking about you and my roommate fucking,” Eddie pleaded, pressing his fingers to his temples. “And are you sure you still want to go? You weren’t looking too good earlier.”

“It’s the depression,” Stan replied, giving him a look. “But I’m okay now.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay. Let me know if you want to leave at any time and we will.”

Can I get your number? / Can I get you into bed? / When we wake up in the morning / Will you give me lots of head?

“Oh, that’s nice,” Eddie sighed as they got closer to their destination.

“Another song?”

Eddie nodded.

“Me too. Or at least parts of a song.”

Everybody wants to love you / Everybody wants to love you! / Everybody wants to love you

They approached the venue, easily identifiable by music and cheering. They paid the entry fee and walked inside. Eddie was immediately greeted by sweaty, dancing bodies and loud music. He saw Richie up on stage, strumming a guitar. He spotted Bill in the back on the drums, and two other individuals: a girl on bass and a dark-skinned guy on another guitar. He couldn’t help but stare at Richie, who caught his gaze. The dark-haired boy grinned and winked at him before continuing with the song.

Will you lend me your toothbrush? Will you make me breakfast in bed? Ask me to get married And then make me breakfast again!

Eddie watched as the rest of the band joined in for the chorus.

Everybody wants to love you.”

He froze. The Richie sang the next part alone.

Everybody wants to love you!

Eddie felt as if his skin was on fire. His hands started shaking and checked his pockets, cursing internally because of course he didn’t bring his inhaler.

“Eddie!” Stan snapped him out of his daze. Distantly he heard the band sing another line. “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to throw up. Do you need me to take you to the bathroom?”

He could only nod. He didn’t think that he would react this way to meeting his soulmate. Stan grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd. He was dimly aware of the song ending and people cheering. He didn’t notice the look on Richie’s face when Stan pulled him into the bathroom. He turned the sink on and wet a paper towel, dabbing it on his face to cool himself down.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“The lead singer of that band? The one on the guitar?”

“Richie? Yeah, he’s my roommate and best friend. He’s also terrible. What about him?” Stan asked, genuinely concerned for his wellbeing.

Eddie stared at him. “He’s your roommate? You live with him?”

“Unfortunate, I know. Wait, how do you know him?”

“Bill introduced me.”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Oh, god. You’re the guy he’s been gushing on about for the past twenty-four hours. It’s disgusting.”

“Says the guy who won’t shut up about my roommate,” Eddie accused.

“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, what does you almost having an asthma attack have to do with Richie?” Stanley questioned, crossing his arms.

“Well he’s, uh, he’s my soulmate,” Eddie confessed.

The curly haired boy’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. How do you know? God, he’s going to be ecstatic when he finds out.”

Eddie reddened. “That song. It was stuck in my head on the walk over here. It sounded like it got so much louder when we came inside.”

Stan nodded. “Well, you have to tell him because he looked hurt when I had to drag you in here.”

“I literally only met him yesterday,” Eddie whined.

Stanley rolled his eyes. “Yet you like him! Man up and tell him that he’s your soulmate.” He gave Eddie a quick hug before exiting the bathroom.

Eddie took a deep breath. He moved to open the bathroom door but it was pushed open. Richie grabbed his hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

He short-circuited for a second. “I have to tell you something.”

Richie rubbed his thumb over the palm, making Eddie shiver. “Okay.”

Eddie looked away, cheeks red. “You’re my soulmate.”


“On the walk here, I had that song you just played stuck in my head and I’d never heard it before,” Eddie admitted.

“What did you listen to before meeting Bill for lunch yesterday?” Richie asked him.

“Um, I listened to Beyoncé. Lemonade specifically, but I don’t know what this has to do with anything.”

Richie pushed him back against the bathroom wall and grabbed the sides of his face. He kissed him hard, hands moving from his cheeks to his waist. Eddie was thrown off guard but immediately regained his composure, kissing him back earnestly, his fingers curling in his shirt. Richie coaxed his mouth open, the wet sounds of mouths and tongues pressing together filled the small room.

“I can’t believe you just made out with me in a fucking bathroom. Do you know how germy and disgusting these places are?” Eddie panted as they broke apart.

“Relax, babe. It’s not like I’m fucking you in a stall,” he grinned and pressed his forehead to Eddie’s. “Unless you want me to.”

Eddie pushed him away. “Beep beep, Richie,” he used the phrase he heard Bill say yesterday to get him to shut up. “Absolutely disgusting.”

Richie laughed and kissed him again, this time gentler. He pulled back and placed a kiss on his temple, intertwining their fingers together.

“I gotta get back out there,” he said, pulling him toward the exit. “I’ll dedicate the next song to you, darlin’.”

Eddie smiled wide as his soulmate led him back out into the crowd. He’d strangle him for singing all those annoying songs another night. Tonight was all about them.

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Hi can I have an billy Hargrove imagine where the reader is sweet and shy and the only one that can calm him down when he goes crazy pretty please !! Thank you!!

Summary: You’re the last person anyone would ever expect to be able to calm down Billy Hargrove when he’s in a mood, but you’re also the only person capable of doing it.
Pairing: Reader x Billy Hargrove.
Fandom: Stranger Things.
Warnings: Fighting.
Word Count: 1034

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a favor & a kiss

Originally posted by 1guanlins

member: lai guanlin 
genre: very fluffy
summary: you’ve always had a crush on guanlin but you never thought he would like you back, what happens when he asks you to wear his varsity jacket to be his lucky charm at his final basketball game?

  • you and guanlin were friends because you sat in maths class together
  • which mostly consisted of you and him complaining about the class and not doing the assigned work
  • “guanlin it’s been exactly 23 minutes and 16 seconds that we’ve been in this class but why does it feel like two weeks” you’d groan
  • he would smirk at you, and reply “we have 67 minutes and 44 seconds to go” you’d huff and puff but then you’d finally do you work
  • by work you mean copying off the answers from guanlin 
  • the thing is for you it was weird to be his friend 
  • well you didn’t want to be only his friend but you pushed your feelings in the deepest place in you mind
  • why?
  • because he was probably the most popular guy of your grade and you were just one of those people who blended into the background 
  • he was the star player of the basketball team, nice, funny, smart and not to mention his ridiculously good looks
  • because of this he had A HUGE FAN CLUB like no joke even like girls three years older than him wanted to date him
  • Guanlin also had very popular friends across the grades even some in university 
  • he was exciting and fun and you were plain and boring 
  • you had absolutely no chance with him
  • you happily settled with just being his friend but you couldn’t sometimes help but wish that maybe one day something would happen
  • one maths class guanlin asked you to go to the final of his basketball game 
  • you agreed cause you had nothing planned for that night other than binge watching netflix
  • the day of the game guanlin came to you when you were eating lunch  which was a very unusual occurence
  • you could feel the glares and whispers of other girls
  • feeling awkward and uncomfortable you asked him “whats up?”
  • unexpectedly he looked even more nervous than you and said
  • “uhhhh i have a favour to ask? i always have someone who’s important to me wear my varsity jacket at my final games. Is it okay if you could wear it tomorrow?”
  • he said looking at the ground and rubbing his neck which you knew was nervous habit of his from the hours of staring at him
  • your heart was beating SO FAST you think that everyone could hear it
  • you tried to muster a normal (not too excited so i seem chill) smile without squealing 
  • guess what, you failed, you literally squeaked in response
  • but after freaking out you finally beamed a smile and replied “i’d love to”
  • he gave you his most heart melting gummy smile which you literally thought could melt you
  • he started to ramble after you said yes “like i didn’t mean to be weird it’s just my sister always wore my varsity jacket at my final games but she’s still in taipei and i don’t have any other important girls in my life other than you”
  • your heart then was torn in two parts 
  • complete devastation because HE SAW YOU LIKE A SISTER not just a friend A SISTER
  • but also just pure bliss because you’re the only important girl in his life other than his family 
  • you just ended up smiling and saying “it’s not weird at all, i’d love to be your good luck charm” you said with a joking wink
  • then of course guanlin proceeds TO BLUSH 
  • you freaked out because 
  • 1. you are NEVER that flirty (but it’s probably because of the panic that he looks at you like a sister which of course causes you to awkwardly flirt)
  • 2. HE BLUSHED this cool gorgeous guy BLUSHED because of you
  • he mumbled a few incoherent words something along the lines of “see you at the game” and handed you his varsity jacket
  • before you know it your one and only close best friend looked at you with her jaw open and simply said like the dirty minded hoe she is 
  • “he totally wants to get in your pants, GO FOR IT HONEY!”
  • you whacked her in the arm and said disappointedly “he only likes me as a friend even a sister”
  • “keep on telling yourself that” she smirked
  • because of your friend teasing you you didn’t notice guanlin getting teased by ALL of his friends
  • “yah! guanlin giving her your jacket is not good enough bloody confess to her already!” jihoon said 
  • “aw you and y/n would be sooo cute” daehwi cooed who else would it be
  • “not as cute as us though” jinyoung said while wrapping his arm around daehwi jokingly totally not joking
  • “hmm guanlin-ah after we win because we’re totally gonna win, KISS HER” seongwoo cockily remarked
  • “do that confess, ask her out and boom you’re a couple” added daniel
  • “you’ll be fine” woojin said reassuringly while patting his shoulder
  • he just basically groaned the whole time his hyungs were talking and just wanted it to be at the game already 
  • *the game*
  • you were wearing a plain white tshirt dress which was a bit short for your comfort with Guanlin’s varsity jacket and your hair in a loose kinda messy bun with minimal makeup
  • you gotta admit you looked pre cute
  • especially because at school you wear baggy sweatpants and worn out t shirts, you hair is a mess and you’re sure sometimes you have some dried drool on your cheek
  • you were on the bleacher closest to the court so you could see guanlin play and cheer for him
  • unbeknownest to you guanlin had checked if you were there and once seeing you his heart was beating so rapidly
  • more than if he sprinted for like 30 minutes
  • because you looked so beautiful
  • he literally screamed in the locker room to jihoon
  • jihoon was like woah dude calm down and like damn you’re really in love with this chick aren’t ya you little giant baby
  • and guanlin just blushes and nods 
  • *okay time skip to the actual game*
  • you couldn’t help but appreciate how hot guanlin looked in his basketball tank top which showed off his lean but muscular arms 
  • and his uniform just made him look taller than usual
  • but first half the team played really well thrashing the other team 
  • guanlin was shooting most of the goals and you were like 
  • that’s my man but like lol no he’ll never be intersted in me 
  • in the break between the halves he gave you a wave and a warm smile
  • you smiled back, showing off your jacket and giving him a hwaiting gesture
  • he gave you a thumbs up back
  • in the second second half the other team catched up because one of the best players (seongwoo) injured his ankle and couldn’t play
  • he totally swore so loudly when he got injured for like 10 minutes straight 
  • with only 2 minutes to go it was a tie and the ball was on the opposite side of the court of the boys goal
  • you were so anxious you were screaming encouragements hoping that the guys would win
  • suddenly guanlin blocks the ball from going into the goal and then grabs and dribbles it super fast to the middle of the court
  • with only a few seconds left he shoots a three pointer
  • you tried to fight your way to Guanlin but he was being so crowded you waited for everyone to calm down
  • before you know it Guanlin was right in front of you
  • and whispers in your ear 
  • “i deserve a reward for shooting the winning goal don’t ya think? my sister would always give me a peck on the cheek if we won?” 
  • he said cheekily and suggestively
  • you were blushing so hard not just because of his request but also because his face was only centimetres away from yours
  • and you just blushed and tried to be hard to get but totally failed
  • “just because you scored the winning goal” you replied
  • you stood on you tip toes to kiss his cheek cause you were short af
  • as you were leaning in to kiss his cheek you closed your eyes
  • you didn’t realise he twisted his head to face yours for your lips to reach his
  • he didn’t even know what he was doing because he never kissed anyone
  • cause like even him the swaggiest of rappers can have zero experience
  • his mind was freaking out and he knew it was because of the adreanaline of the game which made him so daring
  • and before you both knew it
  • you felt a pair of lips warm and soft on yours
  • YOU FREAKED OUT INTERNALLY but honey you weren’t gonna stop
  • you felt one of guanlin’s hands cupping your cheek and one on your lower back 
  • you could hear the wolf whistles and cheers and shouts of “YEAH FINALLY!!!” from literally all the wanna one boys and basketball team
  • you slowly parted away from your first but probably the best kiss you’ll ever experience
  • and guanlin just looks down on you he’s a giant and you see his gummiest smile and his eyes are just shining of happiness
  • you mirrored basically the same expression but also like confusion 
  • cause thoughts being like what the fuck just happened does this mean he likes me WHAT??!!!
  • before you could express any of these thoughts
  • Guanlin tells you super shyly and sweetly
  • “um well first of all i like you a lot LIKE A LOT i have since our first conversation, i kinda really fell for your smile and personality and looks and just everything i guess” he continues by saying
  • “i thought you’d never like me cause you’re basically perfect but like i think you do?? cause like yeah”
  • he awkwardly ended it with an adorable smile and you burst out laughing
  • “you thought i’d never like you, boi you so swaggy” you said with wiggly eyebrows trying to diffuse the kinda awkward but not really but also super endearing situation
  • guanlin laughed and whispered under his breath which you only just heard 
  • “this is why i love you”
  • “wait shit i said that out loud, ugh shit well whatever at least it’s true”
  • he said looking sooooo embarassed
  • you laughed softly and said “i love you too guanlin-ah”
  • he smiled broadly and without hesitation he asked 
  • “since you love me so much, will you be my girlfriend?” he said with a teasing tone
  • “hmmm i’m not sure cause jihoon’s pretty cute, don’t ya think?” you said jokingly
  • “HEY! i’m so much better than jihoon hyung” guanlin pouted
  • “guanlin trust me you’re not” jihoon commented butting into your moment
  • guanlin just sulked before you giggled and cupped his cheeks 
  • “of course guanlin, I’d love to be your girlfriend.” you said kissing his cheek for real this time
  • he smiles and says in awe “y/n is actually my girlfriend i don’t believe it”
  • you just smile and the crowd errupts into cheers 
  • seongwoo taps guanlin on the shoulder and tells him
  • “guanlin as much as i enjoy young love and you actually having some guts to ask a girl out, coach wants us in the lockeroom” he said smirking and winking at you
  • you laugh cause seongwoo is always funny 
  • “yeah i’m coming hyung” guanlin replied
  • “but before i leave” he says to you
  • he kisses you on the forehead and whispers to you sweetly
  • “wait for me princess, i’ll be back soon”
  • and wow you just became an absolute puddle of goo
  • you just nod and say “of course i’ll be waiting aren’t i your lucky charm?” you say with a wink
  • he laughs and sends you a gummy smile as he runs towards the locker room
  • you hug his jacket around yourself and just process everything that happened 
  • you’re wearing the jacket of your crush-wait no boyfriend-and you’re so glad guanlin asked you to wear it
  • and you end up wearing it to every single game after that one

lol i’m sorry i went so overboard i did not expect this to be this long especially a bullet point scenario. but i hope you enjoyed it anyways! also please send requests in! or just send me a message for a chat because i’d love to talk to anyone about kpop tbh lmao. But thank you for reading!

American Names for Apple-Derived Liquids and How To Use Them: A Guide

So there’s been some confusion about the “Cider” i reccomend using in the Jesus Tea Recipe, so here’s a clarification post about which apple-based liquids I am and am not referring to

Apple Juice


clear yellow juice, sweet-smelling, non-Alcoholic.  Tends to have either a pissingly sad amount of Vitamin C, or TONS of it becuase the juice people add it back in after processing it.  Check the label.

Uses: If you can find the 120% DV Vitamin C version, this is great for alleviating cold symptoms (vitamin C doesn’t cure colds but it DOES make you feel better.  You’re still contagious. And sick.)  Check the sugar but can also a good substitute for soda when you’re craving something sweet to drink.  If you don’t have the Cider listed immediately below, you can put this in the Jesus Tea too.

Apple Cider


CLOUDY yellow-brown juice, NON-ALCOHOLIC. It’s apple juice, but made with the skins left in and not strained as much.  Tends to have better (50-100% DV) vitamin C content, along with important trace minerals, but Always Check the Label.

Description The Second:

Same as above, but with cinnamon, cloves and other spices steeped in it and served hot, especially at your grandma’s christmas party right after you and your cousins have all been playing sled-based Game Of Thrones out in the chest-deep Iowa snow and developing hypothermia before one of the more responisble adults demands you all stop walling Jimmy into an ice cave and come inside. Tastes like something stolen from the gods.

Uses: PUT THIS ONE IN THE JESUS TEA. In the Abscence of POG juice on the mainland, this is the closest thing we have to unicorn blood in terms of curing what feels like death.  Buy three gallons, chug one imediately, pass out for eight hours and sip the next two over the next 24 hours.  If not on death’s door but still cold outside, mull with spices and drink hot and thank whoever stole the recipe form Odin, probably.

Hard Cider


THE BOOZY ONE.  Apparently sweet for an alcoholic beverage, smells like diabetic skunk piss to me. Typically sold in brown beer-like bottles, and in the US, carbonated.  

Uses: Getting Extremely Fuckt Up, according to Irish Folk Band Gaelic Storm, who definitely know more about getting drunk than I do.

NON-USES:  DO NOT PUT THIS ONE IN THE JESUS TEA. Do not drink alcohol while on cold medications, or any medication really as not only will it prevent the medicine from doing it’s job, it could also potenticall kill you.  Also, Cold medications can interfere with a lot of meds, double-check to see if any medication you might be on is OK to take with cold meds before consuming.

Apple Cider Vinegar


fermented apple Juice or Cider, depending on manufacturer.  Looks similar to Apple Cider in that it’s brownish and cloudy but smells Bitter and slightly rotted upon opening the bottle.  Because it’s vinegar.

Uses:  Sauces, salad dressings, marinades, mouthwash, spot-cleaning stains, dab it on things you want your pet to leave alone, wipe your houseplants with it to get rid of pests. Hell, my sister uses this instead of shampoo and has flawless Disney Princess Hair so she might be onto something.  You can also add SMALL amounts to the tea if you need the acidity to break up phlegm in your throat or suchlike. but add like, a half teaspoon per cup, MAX.

NON-USES: ACV can be used to clean many thing but due to it’s high sugar content it can’t be used to sterilize things.  So don’t use it to clean cuts or countertops, use regualr antiseptic cleaners for that stuff.  Also don’t drink a whole bunch of it straight? that’s a lot of acid and it’ll give you a hell fo a stomach ache at best.


HEY TAY, it’s your girl Marina! AND I CANT BELIEVE @taylorsrobber   (Frances) AND I GET TO SEE TAY AGAIN! <3

It only took 5 cans of spray paint, 3 weeks of planning, and 10 hours spent ironing on patches, but we finally have our tour costumes ready for Toronto August 4th (**NEW SEATS**Section A9, Row 9, Seats 27-30)  (and hopefully the 3rd!)

I remember the first time my sister came home from Brad Paisley’s tour in 2007 with Taylor’s first CD. I was already mad that I didn’t get to see Brad Paisley, so I foolishly didn’t listen to Taylor Swift right away. It wasn’t until Fearless came out that I became a true Swiftie. Since then Taylor, you have been a huge part of my life. Through all the ups and the downs, the long days, and the fun road trips.  I just want to thank you for always being there for us, for  letting us be a big part of your life and being so generously open through your music. I love that you share your personal stories with us and post lots of pictures of your cats! Please never stop posting pictures of your cats, because I honestly love them as much as I love my own cat. (Ironically she is named after Callie from Grey’s Anatomy, even though I didn’t watch the show at the time, but I am obsessed with it now and extremely glad my roommates picked the name!) Also THANK YOU SO MUCH for liking my instagram picture where I dressed up as Junior Jewels for Halloween! It is a huge highlight in my life, and honestly the most comfortable costume I ever wore!

(Also I hope you like our costumes! Mine is after Tays REP jacket, with my becky shirt and Frances’ is a mix between the jacket and “deep blue, but you painted me golden.” And our Delicate signs! )

I can’t wait to spend both of these days rocking out with my best friends, screaming from the top of my lungs and having the time of my life with you. Thank you for already giving me one of the best nights of my life in Chicago, so heres to the real friends who want to do it all again. Ohh and @taylorswift please, please, please sing I Almost Do!!!!! and maybe give me a hug? <3

Can’t wait to see all of you Toronto Swifties Again!

Forbidden Love - Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Reader

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Request by @secrets-rain: Could you do an imagine of Tony Stark as your sugar daddy??

Summary: (Y/N) hates her life, she is on her last year of college and spending all of her time just to take classes. One day her friend invites her to go to a party at the Stark Tower. She kindly accepts hoping she can dance the night away intoxicated but meets a roadblock when Tony Stark takes a strong liking to her.

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Reader


Warning: talks about sex, doesn’t describe it. Lots and lots of fluff and shows how caring tony is. (So glad this was requested bc recently lots of tony hate blogs have been appearing like what??)

A/N: I know most of you don’t like tony x reader but give this a try, it’s actually really good (if I say so myself) and I really like it



It wasn’t at all planned from the start. 6 months ago you were invited to a party by your friend who happened to be the sister of one of the top elite members of S.H.I.E.L.D. You came as a simple guest with no real objective other than live the long night but it soon turned into some type of mission. Sure it wasn’t the typical mission that the avengers went on like saving the world, but it was a mission of your own. You didn’t tell anyone, you knew what people would think of you. You didn’t come to this party with your eyes set on the rich man; it only came to mind after he suggested it to you. As much as you hated the idea of hooking up with someone wealthy only for their money, you didn’t really have any other choice. You were running out of ways to keep your life stable and healthy. Not only that but you both really enjoyed what you had, and overall he wanted to help you.

Weeks would go by with you only consuming left over cracker packets and water from the faucet of a public bathroom. You hated living that life; you hated not being able to do what you wanted. All of your money from your jobs went to the bills of the dorm, the bills of your school and the gas and electric. There was more you needed to pay off, like your water bill, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. You had no spare money, you had no help. Loans were out of the question too, so much debt was in your name that you didn’t want to add onto it. The possibility of quitting college was an option but if you did, you would never get where you wanted to in life.

3 years were under the belt, only 1 more to go. You needed a plan and you needed it fast, and god answered your prayers. If Ali’s sister wasn’t as amazing as she is, you wouldn’t have been there to accept the sweet and sexual opportunity that would change your life forever.

The hour before the party started, you were with Ali at her place doing your makeup and dressing up. Ali let you borrow a few dresses to try on and pick which one to wear. Apologizing over and over for asking her for too much, you hated borrowing really expensive things. You didn’t have the option to get a beautiful, pricey dress, and she knew that so she didn’t mind. The dress you chose was absolutely beautiful. It was tight in the right places, loose in the right places. It was long and there was a cut from your right ankle to your hip that showed your whole leg. It was sexy and seductive, it was enough for you to fit in.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you noticed how different you looked. You looked happy, stylish and well, wealthy. Both of you finished quickly before heading out to her car and driving to the well known Stark Tower.

When you arrived a man offered to take your car to a safe parking place so you both could enter the tower and head to the ball room. It was amazingly fancy, you felt so out of place, but nobody knew that. Your looks made you look like you knew what you were doing. A man led you both to the elevator and accompanied you on your way up to the ballroom.

The music was loud but quiet, new and soothing. Ali took the lead and led you to the table with your names on it. Your eyes wandered around the huge room and observed everything.

‘Don’t move out of place. One broken glass and you’ll owe more than you’re worth.‘

“Excuse me everyone, if I may have your attention.”

Every soul in the room stopped what they were doing to focus their gaze to the man speaking into the microphone. He was wearing a suit, yellow tie and matching glasses with yellow frames.

“Before the night starts I’d love to give my gratitude to the amazing S.H.I.E.L.D. members and their guests who are joining us today. When I please say your name, stand up. You deserve the thanks from all of us, if it weren’t for you, the process of any duty would be 10x harder. You guys are truly an asset to us.” He began to name off names starting off with Coulson and his guest, as they sat down he named off Johnson and her guest. It went on for a few moments before he called out the name that belonged to Ali’s older sister. As everyone at your table began to raise, Ali grabbed your arm and forced you to awkwardly stand up beside her.

“Here we have the Edwards, correct? Why don’t you all introduce yourself?”

Everyone went on to greet him before explaining who they are and how they know each other. The whole time you watched how he was so invested into what everyone said, he was smiling and being extremely thoughtful, and for a split second it felt like he looked at you and smiled. You thought it was your mind playing tricks, so you looked over to the person speaking. The last two to speak were you and Ali, she took the mic and began to introduce not only herself but you as well.

“Hello, I’m Ali Edwards, I’m the younger sister. This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s my best friend and my special guest.” She gave you a toothy smile before looking back up to the wealthy man. He didn’t even bother looking at her, his gaze was clearly steadied on the cut in your dress. After a moment of staring he smiled and looked back up to your best friend.

“I’m sure Miss (Y/L/N) can speak for herself, yes?”

The microphone slide into your hands. You, a poor student and practically a college dropout at this point, were going to speak to the Tony Stark. You were to speak to the whole ball room full of avengers and just important people in general, so you tried to get it over with as soon as possible.

“Hello, I’m (Y/N). Like she said, I’m just a friend.” Your fingers twiddled together on the microphone before giving the handsome man up front a smile.

“Well you were given an amazing opportunity to come here, be grateful for the friend you have.” His eyebrow raised, he was teasing but you both knew he wasn’t wrong.

“Grateful I am.”

“Thank you (Y/N), and the Edwards. That was the last group I’d like to thank, please everyone enjoy yourselves as the food is served.” Everyone sat down before talking amongst themselves again, Ali turned to you with a humongous smile.

“Care to tell me why the Tony Stark was so interested in talking to you?”

“What? We spoke two sentences to each other.”

“Yes but he was so intrigued by your answers, more than anyone else.”

“Trust me, I’ve been watching. He’s intrigued by everyone’s answers.”

The night went on and everyone enjoyed their meal, it was the first full meal you’ve had in a while. When you both finished, Ali took you up to the bar to grab a few drinks and talk to random strangers. She insisted that you’d help her find a ‘new friend’. So, being a good friend, you both sat at the bar stools and eyed down every guest that walked past the bar.

“No fucking way. Look! It’s Captain America! How much would you pay just to have a night with him?” Ali’s finger was pointing to the muscular figure across the room. He didn’t look like what you saw in the papers, he looked like a normal human being. You probably wouldn’t be able to recognize him unless he had the whole suit and shield.

“I hate to burst your bubble, Ali, but he’s not my type. Sure he’s tall, buff and extremely handsome but I don’t know… I think I’m more into the dark hair, dark eyes and facial hair type. He’s the complete opposite.” Her eyes widen in shock.

“Oh my god, you’re a special one (Y/N).”

“Indeed she is, I must say though… Dark hair, dark eyes and facial hair are also my type. By that meaning I’m way more attractive than Steve Rogers.” The voice beamed from the left of both of you, you both were too busy staring at the face of America to even see the man slide in next to you both.

“Oh my god, Tony Stark! Pleasure to meet you face to face.” Ali immediately stood up and held her hand out to the man, he kindly accepted it before holding his towards you for a shake.

“Ali, (Y/N). Nice to meet you both.” You hesitated before shaking his hand and giving him a small smile.

“I must say, I’m quite surprised you remembered our names.” You spoke up to the man in front of you to make the awkward standing less painful.

“And why is that?” His eyebrow raised as he tilted his head to the side.

“There’s a small chance we’ll ever meet again after tonight.” He scoffed before holding up a finger to the bartender, silently ordering a drink.

“Would you like to change that?” He grabbed his now ready drink before taking a sip and sending you a wink.

Your cheeks became a light pink color, was he hitting on you? Before you could respond the blonde man from earlier had walked up beside Tony and whispered something into his ear. Tony nodded his head before giving Steve a thanks.

You could feel the lust radiate off of Ali’s skin as she eyeballed the super soldier. He flashed her a smile before offering her to a dance as a kind gesture. As she kindly accepted, Tony gave you a look before asking if you’d want anything to drink. You both talked amongst yourself, nothing deep but nothing too harmful. It was just a normal conversation with a genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist.

“So you’re on your last year of college?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“How’s that going? With the money and everything? I know sometimes it’s hard for college students to get through school when they’re constantly busy trying to earn cash.”

You paused for a moment. You debated on whether to tell him about your daily problems or not, you knew it wouldn’t hurt to let him know a bit but you were sure you’d beat around the bush.

“It’s hard, obviously it’s not made to be easy. Working 3 jobs just to make sure you have a place to stay and classes to take shouldn’t be a piece of cake; but I have to do what I have to do, to succeed.” You took a sip of a drink you ordered a while back before setting it down and staring into the mans eyes. His eyebrows wrinkled in the middle as if he was deeply concentrated.

“Sure you have a place to stay and classes to take but what about food to eat?” His words hit you like a brick. It’s like he figured out everything just over the few words you spoke to him. There was no point in lying, so you didn’t.

“It’s not always that simple.” You took another sip of your drink to avoid as much eye contact as he could. This guy was a genius, he knew what to do to get the answers he wanted.

“Let me help.” His hand set down his drink before it found its way to your bare shoulder. You looked up from your drink, denying any help he was trying to give you.

“Oh no, I could never let you do that.”

“No, seriously. I have tons of money to spare. The least I could do it help you, it’s not that I need to but I want to. But being the man I am, I’d like something in return.” A smirk appeared on his lips before he downed his drink.

“And what is that?”

That’s where it all started. You knew it was technically prostitution, and you knew how people would look at you if they realized you were hooking up with a man twice your age just to go to school. But the thing is, you could have been dead by starvation if you hadn’t been doing this. It wasn’t necessary legal, but what else could you do? The moment his hands were on your body, you earned more money than your 3 jobs did in a month. Being with the infamous Iron Man had many, many perks.

Perks of being with him included only working one job, being able to have 3 meals a day, slowly crawling out of your debt and the option to be affectionate with someone. There was no way in hell you wouldn’t admit it, Tony was seriously attractive. Like you said on the night of the party, men that have his features automatically attracted you. Even if it was an act of sexual tendencies and sexual tendencies only, you still truly liked Tony and you both shared multiple common interests.

He soon caught onto that, so one night he asked to see you. Obviously up to any night with your handsome sugar daddy, you accepted his invitation. Lately you’ve been telling him to not pay you for some night; that he just deserved it overall for what he has done for you, but he always finds a way to pay you for your services. That night he didn’t have a thought of undressing you in his bed like normal nights, instead he set up a really nice private dinner. Sure, most of the time he’s having a massive orgasm inside of you but, that doesn’t mean you both don’t talk. You knew a lot of his life and he knew a lot of yourself.

That night you both just talked about your daily life. You told him how you were doing good in school and how you’ve managed to gain the weight you lost when you weren’t eating. He told you about his new ideas for his suits and how his friendly avengers were. He was so passionate about his friends and it really made you admire him. He could tell a silly story and you’d know he would relive the moment if he could, even if it was under 60 seconds. Hell, he was even thankful for being friends with Bucky, the man who killed his parents.

You knew about his mom and dad, it took him a while to tell you about it though. It was the first night he opened up to you. He called you over and you both had your usual fun. Afterwards you laid in his bed and just talked about your past. He brought up to you about how you said once that you had no support besides him and he asked about your family. Explaining to him how you have family but they don’t consider you family back, how you still love them because you all are blood related but how they believe you’re less than scum.

He was so interested in your past and comforted you when he realized they disowned you because you didn’t want to do the business that every (Y/L/N) dedicated their life to. He told you about his parents, how he loved them even though they hurt him emotionally and physically and the day he lost them. How it broke him entirely and then he realized his best friends pal was the one who killed them, and his best friend knew the whole time.

Most people wouldn’t believe that Tony Stark had emotions, he was once the weapon for America in war. He was once the reason why innocent people died, so why would he have emotions? Nobody knew it was unintentional, because nobody cared enough to actually get to know him. But you did, and that’s one reason why he never let you go.

When Ali found out that you had been sleeping with Tony for money she lost most respect for you, she believed that you only accepted her offer to get a wealthy man head over heels for you. She believed you chose the most skimpy dress just for that reason. When you tried to tell her how it went down and what life you were living before that, she completely ignored it. She told her sister, who told her team, which eventually lead to all of S.H.I.E.L.D. knowing. Just thinking back to what she said that night makes tears dwell in your eyes.

“18 months! 18 months you’ve been with that old man and you never told me? Is that why you chose that dress? Is that why you accepted my offer? Just to get money and live a lazy life?” She was drunk and in hysterics. You didn’t want to argue with her, especially when she was intoxicated.

“Ali, you don’t understand! When you left with Steve we actually talked! I didn’t go just so I could catch Tony’s eye and steal his money! I’d never do that to you and for you to think that is upsetting! Yes, I did do some things with him for money but you have to realize the life I was living before he helped me, nobody else would help me and I was on my breaking point!”

“I could have helped, but instead you chose to go for Iron Man for help. Whatever, (Y/N). If he’s that important to you then left him fill in the empty spot in your life because I’m no longer going to be apart of that.”

As much as you wanted to point out that she originally told you to spend time with Tony, you didn’t want to piss her off and ruin your relationship any more. You didn’t know why she cared so much, you didn’t know why she wasn’t happy for you. You truly liked Tony. You loved Tony. It may have started off as a way to get cash but the more you guys spent time together, the more you treasured the conversations over the sex. That was your breaking point, you were at your apartment after the fight with Ali and dialed Tony’s number.

Click. “Hey, baby!”

“Tony we need to talk as soon as possible.” A sob broke out in the middle of your sentence, to try to control your sadness, you raised your hand to cover your mouth.

“Of course, I needed to talk to you as well, anyways. Want me to send you a ride? Or would you like me to pick you up? I miss your face every second.” His voice turned from playful to serious in a matter of seconds after hearing your cracked voice.

“No, no. I’ll be there soon.” As your body calmed down you responded to him in a more calm manner.

“Okay, baby. I’ll be here waiting, love you. Bye.”

Your heart felt like it was breaking and at the same time fluttering. ‘Love you. Bye.’ His words repeated in your head the whole way to his tower. Once you arrived, you entered from the front and headed up to his floor. Normally you wouldn’t take this way but you had enough disguise on that you wouldn’t be noticed. Well, you may be noticed now that your secret has been made public. The moment you walk on the floor you spotted the rest of the team, they all knew you and your relationship with tony so there was no issue with them. You avoided all eye contact and continued to walk towards Tony’s room, feeling everyone’s stares on your back.

The moment you opened the door, the amazing smell of flowers hit your nose. Walking in you saw roses sitting everywhere and leading a trail to the bathroom. He was sitting on the sink, a bubble bath was set up with random petals surrounding a few candles. Before you could say anything, he began to speak.

“I know what the public is saying. I know you probably didn’t want it to get out there considering you’re a little over half my age and you were probably upset and frustrated that it got out so I made you a warm bath because you said once that they helped you relax your muscles. If you don’t want me here while you take it I’ll leave but that wouldn’t make sense unless you’re mad at me or want some privacy because-” By the way he was rambling, you could tell he was nervous.

“Tony, I get it. Thank you.”

You set your bag on the counter before walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He stood up but continued to lean on the counter before pulling you towards him, leaving no space between your bodies. You turned your head to rest it on his chest as he kissed the top of your head.

“I know. I’m willing to risk anything for you, because you’re more than just a friend with benefits. I came here to tell you that I may have just lost my best friend and anything other relationship in my life because now they know what’s happening between us. I don’t care what they think because I realized that I want something more with you, I want to have more late night conversations about our past or stupid things like what way you pronounce caramel. I want to prove them wrong, I want to show them that I’m not only here because I need money, but because I…” You closed your eyes before pausing and taking a deep breath.

His lips parted before lifting up his head. You did as well and saw his intense but caring stare. “Because what, (Y/N)?”

“Because I love you.“ He laid his head back before giving a loud sigh of relief. It was a serious moment but you let out a giggle anyways, cocking your head to the side in confusion.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page then because I love you too.”

You smiled brightly in his face as a single tear rolled down your cheek. You weren’t upset, that was the opposite. Even if the day had been absolutely horrible, he could make you happy in any second. You would have never thought you’d be this happy in your life. If some were to approach you before the party happened 18 months ago and said you would have lived a happy life with Tony Stark, you would have laughed right in their face.

His lips gently pushed against yours before pulling away and wiping the falling tear on your cheek. The look in his eyes was your ultimate answer, it was reassurance that he felt the same way as you and wanted to continue what you guys were having in an official way.

“Now, I know this moment is really hard to top but I feel like it would be a lot better if you invited me to the tub with you.”

“Only if you bring alcohol.”

“Yes, baby. Lots of alcohol.”

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