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Everything Has Changed (Part Two)

Summary: In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Part One

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

The sound of something steadily beeping in your ear brings you back to the surface of consciousness. You wade through the murky waters of your mind, trying to keep your cool when the simple task of opening your eyes turns into a losing battle.

Why can’t you open your eyes? Why does your body feel so heavy?

You grow more frantic as your body fails to follow through on any of the commands you direct at it. It’s not until you realize that something is restraining your arms that an overwhelming tidal wave of memories wash over your body and send you back underwater.

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You can't have your cake & eat it too. (m)


;pairing—jeon jeongguk x reader 

;words—8k

;genre— angst, smut, friends w/ benefits

;a/n— one shot??? fic??? idk yet 



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You’ll Float Too [Bill Skarsgård/Pennywise x Fem!Reader]

A/n: Well guys, I’ve finally made the foray into the fold. Done are the days I simply reblog for this fandom– look out for some more Bill or Penny x readers coming. It’s the first day of Halloween today, so be prepared, I’m spoopily inspired :) 

Warnings: Hint of dub-con. Brief smut. Sexy clowns.


“Bill?”

Your feet barely make a sound against the floorboards as you carefully trek out of the bedroom. Your husband, Bill Skarsgård, had told you he would just be a moment– that the noise was probably just the broken furnace in the old house you two had just bought. This was, of course, after you had so abruptly been interrupted.

“Fuck, baby,” you had whispered, grinding against him and dipping down to slip your tongue back into his mouth.

“Look at how wet you are for me,” he had growled, fingers curling up inside of you mercilessly as his thumb rubbed your clit. You bounce on his fingers, one leg on either side of his own long ones.

“Bill, I-” you gasp, squealing as he readjusted his hand, shoving his fingers even deeper.

“Love feeling that pussy squeeze around me…” he tugged you down, licking his fingers off with a pop. “Love feeling it around my dick.”

“I’ve got something else in mind,” you grinned, moving the covers down to brush your lips against his clothed, hardened cock.

“Fuck,” he breathed in turn, breath hitching as you give a lick through his pyjama pants. That was when the noise had sounded.

Your head had popped up. “What was-”

“That?” he echoed at the same time.

“It’s probably the rain,” you murmur, “The thunderstorm is loud.”

“Sure… but rain or no rain, if that fucking piece of shit of a furnace is broken again, I’m gonna-” You envelop his lips again, but he groans, softly pushing you off. “Here, I’ve gotta fix the thing, I don’t wanna freeze all night. I’ll be back in a second, babe,” he had promised, kissing your forehead. You had smiled, and tugged at his loose pyjama pants from the bed.

“You’d better be. I want these off.”

A smirk your way, and he had dashed off downstairs.

Now, it had been a long while, and you hadn’t heard him answer any of your calls for him.

Coming to the door of the basement, you open it cautiously.

“Bill, where are you?” You tug his oversized “cast” T-shirt he had kept from Allegiant further down over your panties. It was cold down here, and– you gasp. The basement was flooded. Was the thunderstorm really that bad?

“Bill,” you hiss, “I hate it down here… did you fix the furnace?!”

You hear a ripple in the water, and swallow, taking another step down. “Hey… can you hear me? It’s still freezing, it must not be wor-” You stop, and gaze around. There’s no sign of your husband. You turn, and bite your lip. Maybe he’s upstairs in the kitchen, and he faked the furnace just to get a midnight snack…

No, but you were about to go down on him. The day Bill evaded a blow job for the last slice of carrot cake in your fridge was the day hell froze over.

Speaking of freezing over… You shiver again, and begin to take two stairs at a time up– until you hear another ripple, and a small splash.

“Bill?” you repeat for the billionth time, sighing as you turn back. “What are you– oh!” You find Bill standing by the far wall, up to his knees in water.

“What are you doing?” you ask incredulously, clutching your heart at the startle. He just stares at you. “What the fuck are you looking at?” you ask playfully, and smack your ass with a small smile. “Come up and get it.” You bite your lip and turn toward the door, but Bill doesn’t follow. You huff. “I’m getting a towel for you. No way I’m letting you in the bed with soaking legs.” He still makes no move. “Bill!! Come on!”

This time, he smiles.

“But (y/n),” he says quietly, “If you come with me… you’ll float too.”

“What?” you mutter, and then you roll your eyes so far back you’re sure they’ve hit the front of your brain. “Oh Christ. Your movie line? Really? My husband played a killer clown, I’m not scared of anything.” You let out a laugh that seems out of place in the eerie, dripping basement. “Stop being a dork and come with me, will you?” You hold out a hand, making a grabby motion.

He takes a step forward. “You’ll float too.”

“Only if you provide the finest duck floaties,” you tease, grinning, “AND poolside cocktails.”

“You’ll float too.”

“Yeah, okay, that’s nice, let’s g-”

“You’ll float too,” he begins to laugh, and you frown.

“Bill, st-”

“You’ll float too!” his voice takes on a giggly pitch, then his face changes. “You’ll float too, you’ll float too, you’ll float too-”

You back away, and your eyes widen as Bill’s face slowly begins to peel off, revealing flesh and teeth and bone. “You’ll float too! You’ll float too!” His voice is now low, demonic, and his eyes are clouding over as blood runs from them.

“Baby,” you breathe, a tear running down your cheek. He was decomposing right before your eyes, and you could do nothing about it– it was the most horrible thing you’d ever seen.

“You’ll float TOO! YOU’LL FLOAT TOO!” he begins to shout, eyes blazing as his mouth falls open.

“Stoppit!” you scream, and hide your eyes, clutching the railing. You suddenly hear silence, so you look up. There, in place of Bill, is Pennywise the fucking dancing clown, grinning over at you.

What the fuck?

“You smell lovely,” he titters, biting his lip with those sharp teeth you saw Bill take in and out during shooting. You could tell from the reflection of the water he was drooling, too. “So, so lovely, little girl.”

“Bill?” you ask softly, because really, it’s all you’ve remembered by way of words.

Bill? Bill?” Pennywise mocks, shaking himself violently, “Where are you?! It’s cold, and I’m such a slut that I can’t wait five minutes for you to fuck me!” He arches his back, mimicking your moans from upstairs, and you gasp.

“That’s right,” he giggles gleefully, “You don’t think I can smell i-t?” He takes a deep breath. “Mmmmm, I smelled it on him before I snapped his spine!”

“No,” you sob, and the clown glares.

“Yes! You smell good. Special. Like nothing I’ve ever taste-d… I want to taste you.”

You clench your jaw. Your legs are shaking, but… those eyes, boring down on you… they couldn’t… be doing things to you, could they? Suddenly, you’re disgusted with yourself.

“Are you scared?” he laughs, half to himself. “I do hope so. That will make it taste so much better.”

“Why?” you breathe shakily, “Why are you here?”

“Because,” Pennywise growled, “Just like your precious Bill said, before he died in agony…” The clown’s eyes lit up, glowing. “YOU’LL FLOAT TOO!” It came out as an otherworldly scream, and suddenly, Pennywise was lurching at you, slamming you onto the staircase and tossing open your legs–

“AH!” you shriek, and open your eyes. The room is dark, and the covers over you are strewn around. Bill turns over beside you, brow crinkling as he blinks open his own eyes.

“Hey… what’s going on?” He yawns. “You okay?”

“I,” you murmur, then start crying. He wakes himself fully up now, leaning over and cradling your head.

“Hey… hey, hey, you’re okay,” he’s frowning, concerned, as he pulls you into his arms, “You’re okay… whatever it was, it was just a dream, (y/n).”

“You were… but you were–” you try to articulate, sobbing uncontrollably. Bill, with all his facial features still perfectly intact, stares down at you earnestly.

“Hey. Just a dream. Okay? I’ve got you. I’m okay. See? I’m here.” His soft voice lulls you back into a calm state, and you clutch his arms and bury your face in his chest. Maybe his movie had gotten to you more than you thought… and the secret you had kept from him that you actually found him attractive in his costume.

He lays you back down, and strokes your hair back, whispering how much he loves you in your ear. You never want to let go… sleep begins to take you again.

Bill looks down at your sleeping form, and adjusts his head on the pillow, turning over. You make no move to wake up. He closes his eyes, then they open again slowly to reveal yellow orbs. As you fall asleep, you think you hear a gentle giggle, but it was just a dream… just a dream…

bellaandtheinfinitesadness  asked:

Like idk if you do request or ideas or whatever, but an au where 2017 dan is teaching the reader (or 2009 phil), how to fuck 2009 dan. Would actually be awesome.

Sorry for the long ass wait. If you have trouble reading om mobile, open in your phone browser y’all.

Dan Howell has always had a problem with finishing things. There’s a file on his computer with an endless list of unfinished video ideas, a half-completed photo board he started about a year ago pushed under his bed, and about five songs on piano that he’s only taught himself a quarter of the way through. He’s never been great at finishing things he’s started, so it’s no surprise that he’s the same when it comes to sex.

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The Morning After

Request: I would love a Bucky smut where him and reader have to go undercover as a married couple.

Summary: You were supposed to go on a undercover mission with Steve, not the man you despised- James Buchanan Barnes.

Warnings: smut, sexual tension, fluff

A/N: I have another draft of this written up but it was all over the place and I didn’t like it so I switched to this one.


“I know you were expecting to go on this mission with Steve, but we have a job to do.” Bucky threw a towel over his shoulder, heading toward the door of the hotel room.

“Well, once you took Steve’s place this mission just got exponentially harder.” You stepped out of the bathroom, towel and sunscreen in your hand.

“How so?” He smiled, cocking an eyebrow at you.

You jutted your hip out, rolling your eyes at him. Your bikini was nothing special; it had a pushup top that accentuated your breasts perfectly, but that was about it. The top and the bottom matched with blue and white stripes. You topped the outfit off with red sunglasses; the suit was meant to get a chuckle from Steve, not Bucky.

“Because now I have to pretend I’m head over heels in love with you, not Steve.” You flipped the light off. “Let’s just go check out the damn pool.”

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Mute!Tony: Part Two

I know that SunnyStark wrote a thing to fix it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about this world, and well, no one ever argues with more fanfiction. 

Part One is Here. You kinda need to read it first. And yeah, it looks like I’m gonna need to write a third part bc no way are you going to be content with where this ends. 

Some folks that might want to see this are tagged at the bottom. 


Tony should have noticed it sooner.

He could have gone quiet sooner.

The team could have been happier sooner.

He was a genius, dammit, he should have seen within a few hours of meeting them that they didn’t want to hear him speak. Fine. With the Chitauri trying to level Manhattan and Loki leading the charge he had a justified distraction for the first day. For a week, tops. Then he should have noticed. What use was he if he didn’t notice what the team needed. His brain was the only thing they really needed from him. They didn’t need him talking. The team needed his input. Sometimes. If there was tech involved. They talked to him if there was a purpose, but no one came to him just to chat. They never did. Never had.

And hey, genius billionaires were supposed to be eccentric.

Tony was playing to type.

Taking after Howard Hughes.

It was part of a long and noble tradition.

And if he’d stopped making public appearances, well, the press was thrilled to have so much time to spend talking about the new Mysterious-Maybe-Avenger-Maybe-Not that had helped Captain America in his darkest hour.

Steve only came to Tony when the need outweighed the annoyance, which, Tony knew, was what everyone did. He didn’t blame them, it made sense. Everyone made choices like that, all the way down to whether they wanted to get up to reach the remote.

Tony thought the balance was a little different for Steve. He thought maybe Steve reached for him sooner. Thought maybe Steve didn’t mind him quite as much. He was wrong.

He watched the news coverage from his lab, not knowing where Steve had vanished to, not knowing if he was alive, and pushed away the thought. He stood rapt as he got reports of Captain America going rogue, of Nick Fury being killed, and he barely blinked while he watched footage of a battle over the Potomac as Steve, Natasha and some random civilian fought Hydra.

He almost climbed into his suit several times, but stopped himself.

They never contacted him. Tony tried not to think about why not.

It wasn’t until he’d checked the hospital records and confirmed that Captain America was still breathing that Tony went back to inspect what their silence meant.

Even with his life in danger, even with the world in danger, it hadn’t been worth it to Steve to contact Tony. They needed someone who could fly, who could work with tech, who they knew could fight, and they still hadn’t contacted Tony.

It was hard to deny that kind of evidence.

Tony liked evidence when it gave him clear information. He didn’t like the conclusion, but it was good to have clear data. This told him how high the bar of necessity had to be before Steve wanted to see him.

Steve and Nat limped back to the tower with their new friend.

And Tony stopped lying to himself.

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Little One

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Word count: 2114

Imagine: being Damon and Stefan’s little sister and having to tell them you are dating Kol Mikaelson.

Being a Salvatore had its perks and, mostly, it was great to have caring and loving siblings. Of course, as you were the younger one and a girl, Damon and Stefan felt like you were, somehow, weaker than them and needed their full protection on every decision you made. Those kind of thoughts annoyed you deeply and it was exactly what drove you to run away from them, disappearing for a few decades. It was for your own sake and you did not regret it for one minute.

“So, mind to tell us where the heck were you last night?” Damon asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Out with a friend.”

“Y/N, you know it’s dangerous out there, especially with the Originals in town.” Stefan reasoned with you.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine and I’m surely not scared of them.”

Your brothers did not know, but you had met the Mikaelsons years ago and grew very close to them, especially to the younger one: Kol Mikaelson. You and him dated for a while, enjoying the pleasures of being wild vampires in the twist of the millennium. It was a brief relationship, though. He disappeared without any explanation and left you heartbroken.

“You should.”

“Don’t worry about me, sweethearts.” You laughed. “Now I’ll go upstairs and shower. Do not disturb me, okay?”

“When did you become so bossy?”

“My brother taught me so when I was little girl.” You yelled, in the way to your room, hearing Stefan laugh downstairs.

Soon enough, you arrived your destination, rushing to open the curtains and admire the gorgeous day outside. Bright sun, white clouds; the whole scene got you wishing to put on a bikini and go swimming. But, as you were at Mystic Falls, that would not be possible. A sigh came out of your lips as the realisation you missed your travels hit you. Shaking your head, you undressed quickly, leaving a small pile of clothes on the floor.

At the bathroom, you put together a great shower.

“Damn it, Damon.” You rolled your eyes, noticing one of your bath salts was gone.

Having no other choice, you shrugged and entered the tub. The water was so warm and cosy it made you close your eyes, smiling. After the long night you had, that was exactly what you needed to unwind.

The minute you closed your eyes, you could not help but think about Kol. It was funny how you thought you would never see him again and, somehow, he was undaggered by Niklaus the same time you got back to Mystic Falls. Sure it could not be a coincidence.


[Over 100 years ago]

“So, Mary, are you sure this party is safe?”

“Yes! I’ve told you that a million times. One of my friends, Elijah, invited me over, I asked if you could come and he said yes.”

“Why do I feel you’re not telling me everything?”

“Come on, Y/N! Let’s go! You get to meet handsome men and drink fresh blood, that ought be good.”

You bit your lower lip, analysing the situation and finally agreeing to go, nodding your head slightly. Mary smiled and let out a girlish shout, which made you giggle.

“By the way, you look stunning in that dress.”

“Don’t make me blush or I might regret going to this party thing.”

Mary only rolled her eyes, the smirk never leaving her lips, and grabbed your hand, pulling you inside the vehicle. For your best friend, life was an endless festivity, you just had to jump in it and enjoy. As for that evening, you decided to go along with her beliefs.


{later that night}

“This is such a bore, Mary. You never told me it was going to be ball.”

The family who owned that place was, surely, very rich. The room had a very unique decoration, featuring light coloured walls, expensive furniture and a bunch of stuff you did not care to pay attention to. Actually, the only thing that caught your eye was a very good-looking guy, who kept gazing at you all night long. However, he did not dare to come around and talk to you.

“Look, stay just a little bit longer and then you’re free to go, all right?”

“Okay.” You nodded. “I’ll go outside, to catch some air. It won’t take long.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll see you later.”

You went up, searching for some sort of balcony. Although it was a clear night with a bright moon shining, the wind kept howling. These moments reminded you so much of your brothers, how they would tuck you in bed and sing you a lullaby, so you would sleep peacefully. Especially Damon. You and him were immensely close siblings.

“Well, what are you doing all by yourself here, love?”

“I guess this is not my kind of party, so I snuck out.” You answered the stranger, without looking at him.

“I saw you with Mary. Are you friends with her?”

“Yeah, she has been my friend for a few years now.” You replied, staring firmly at the moon. “How do you know her?”

“She’s sort of a family friend.”

“Elijah is a relative of yours?”

“My brother.”

You glanced over your shoulder, curious of what that man would look like. For your surprise, you recognised the devilish smirk and the filled with mischief eyes. He walked towards you slowly, which lead you to assume he was huge teaser. His warm touch got your shoulders and you could not help but shudder under it.

“I believe I haven’t gotten your name.”

“Kol Mikaelson, at your service.” He kissed your hand, as a way to display courtesy. “Mind to tell me yours?”

“Y/N Salvatore.”

“Now, what do you say we ditch this party and go out to have some fun?”

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Unexpected [M] - Mark

Originally posted by got7wings

Paring: markXreader

Word Count: 9.4k

Summary: After a bad breakup, your best friend Mark is determined to show you that you are worth more than what you think and that you mean more to him than you could have imagined.

Notes: Smut, Angst, Fluff


The air in the club was thick with sweat and perfume and while you had been out clubbing more and more recently, you still couldn’t get used to the stench and the way it fogged your senses. It also didn’t help that there were random horny people grinding on each other left and right, but then again you could also be seen as one of those people.

You were caught up in another random guy just as you had been every time you went to a club. His large hands were locked onto your hips as he pressed his lips fiercely to yours. You weren’t interested in sharing your night with him even though he was tall and fairly attractive, but something in the way his fingers gripped your hips was too reminiscent on the one person you were trying to forget.

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Genius Lance Pt. 2

After a long, painful writing session, I bring you part two! I hope everyone enjoys as much as the first part! <3           


“Blue Paladin!” Kolivan called looking to each side when he left the bridge. Lance looked behind him with a slight wince, but at noticing that it was Kolivan relaxed a bit.

“Sorry about all of that big guy,” he said sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“We must talk Blue Paladin,” he stated, walking towards the boy.

“Oh, um, okay,” he started. “Is the lounge okay?” he asked.

“Wherever you are comfortable,” Kolivan replied putting his hand on Lance’s back. Lance nodded his head and started leading him to the room. They sat down on the couch and Lance looked down at the ground waiting for Kolivan to start. He expected the leader of the Blade to berate him for storming out of the room and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt his hand settle on his upper arm. He turned to look at the galra, unlike usual, he had a soft open expression on his face.

“Please explain to me Blue Paladin, why does this upset you so much?” he asked calmly.

“You can call me Lance you know,” Lance muttered moving his gaze to the other side of the room.

“Lance then; I’m afraid I don’t understand much of what happened on the bridge, would you please explain to me? If you don’t mind,” Kolivan asked. Lance took a deep breath and nodded his head in understanding.

“Basically they were making fun of me, calling me stupid, saying that I didn’t understand anything they were talking about,” he said bitterly. He clenched his fists up on top of his knees glaring at the floor.

“But that isn’t true,” Kolivan finished for him. He nodded and closed his eyes against the rage that was building in him again. Just as quickly as it built, it fell and sadness grasped him instead.

“No it isn’t, in fact, it’s the exact opposite,” he said looking into Kolivan’s eyes. “Where I’m from, I’m considered a genius,”

“Is that so?” Kolivan drawled giving the young man a calm smile. Lance gave a small nod and looked forward.

“Yup,” he said popping the p at the end. “In Varadero, I was top of the class and ready to join the military there just like the rest of my family, but then the Galaxy Garrison found out about me and my skills as a tactician and programmer. They offered me a full ride scholarship and me and my family citizenship if I accepted, I mean how could I even think about refusing? I mean I don’t know how citizenship works in space, but I must have been somewhat important if they offered it to me,”
He couldn’t stay still anymore and leaped off the couch to pace in front of Kolivan who sat quietly to listen to the upset paladin. His face scrunched up a bit in confusion when Lance mentioned citizenship, but decided not to ask questions yet.

“So that’s what we did, I accepted the offer and started learning English which isn’t fucking easy. But that’s okay because we made it, and I had my family with me too which is something a lot of people can’t say,” he paused to take in a shaky breath and pushed his fingers into the bridge of his nose. He stood stiffly, letting himself take a few breaths before he continued.

“So the Garrison!” He cheered trying to perk himself up. “They offered to give me all of these things and in exchange, all I had to do was get a spaceship to Kerberos,” Kolivan quirked his eyebrow at the statement. “I know, easy right,” he said sarcastically.

“I thought the Green Paladin said that the mission that brought the Black Paladin here was the most advanced your planet has been with space exploration,” he said. Lance puffed up his chest and gave a smug little smile at the statement.

“Of course it was, that was why I was so important,” he started only to slump a moment after. “Well, I didn’t do it alone, of course, so I guess I’m not that important; never mind, we’re getting off topic,” he shook his head as if trying to dislodge the distracting thought.

“It is correct to assume that this Kerberos mission is important though?” Kolivan asked. Lance’s head whipped around to look at him with his mouth gaping.

“Yes! Its basically the only reason why I was at the Garrison in the first place, as I said before I was just going to join the military in Cuba with my family but this opportunity was to die for,” he stated, squeezing his eyes shut. He thought of the opportunities that opened up to them when they moved and sighed.

“Anyways, we went to America and next thing I know I’m at orientation for classes and I was going to just join the generic fields engineering, computer science, meteorology you know; but that morning before I went to go, my mamá sat me down and told me to find something that I would grow to love and I would never grow tired of. I was kind of confused because at this point I was so sure of my path, that I already had my class sheet filled up and ready to hand in at the end of the tour,” he thought of his mamá and the smile she gave him before he walked out that door. Looking like she already knew that he was going to have a great day.

“She was so adamant about it and I didn’t know why, I already knew what I liked and I was going to gain the key to my future as well, I thought she was crazy,” he admitted shaking his head and dropping to sit next to Kolivan again. He was about to open his mouth to comment but stopped when he saw the easy smile stretched across his face as he got lost in memory.

“That is until we visited the flight simulators; they walked us in and it was just the pod and blank space and suddenly it just got pitch black, we were all freaking out. But then, there was this big flash and there were stars everywhere and planets, galaxies and meteorites, just everything and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life,” he gave a breathless chuckle as he looked at Kolivan. “Then the sim started and I was just mesmerized; whoever was in that booth was dominating the front lines, no one could get close to them and I must have stood there for twenty doboshes with my mouth hanging open, watching them. But then, they turned off the sim so we could meet the pilot and ask questions about the classes and stuff; and after a few minutes out pops Shiro,”

“I didn’t realize that you met the Black Paladin so soon,” Kolivan commented. Instantly Lance shook his head and waved his hands around frantically.

“Met is a loose term! A very very loose term, I didn’t even speak to Shiro until we saved him in the desert before coming to space,” he said flustered. Kolivan only nodded his head and looked forward.

“I see,” he said coaxing Lance to continue his story.

“Well, anyways, Shiro got out to do a little talk about the classes, what a pilot in the Garrison does, and all about the missions he had already been on; and when he talked about piloting I could see in his eyes how much he loved it, and that’s when I knew that I wanted to fly and when I decided that Takashi Shirogane was my hero,” he admitted quietly rubbing the back of his neck. “I was right, I did love it, it was the one thing in my life so far that was actually difficult for me to learn, and I wasn’t good at it. I-I knew that I wasn’t but it didn’t matter because I loved it so much, it made me feel human sometimes,” His face was glowing with happiness, but as soon as it appeared it was gone again and the boy was looking dejectedly at the ground.

“I don’t know when Pidge and Hunk started thinking that I was stupid,” he said curling into himself. “I wasn’t around much during the first while of the Garrison, whatever free time I had I spent it with the other scientists working on the Kerberos mission. I guess it started when I used sneaking off into town as an excuse when they asked why I was gone for so long,” he let out a humourless laugh and felt his throat tighten. “Now that I think of it, it does sound like something an idiot would say,” Kolivan could see the paladin slowly breaking down beside him and scooted closer to offer some sort of comfort to the boy.

“Keith I understand, he hates me,” he muttered trying to blink away the tears that were forming in his eyes. “All he’s seen from me so far has been an empty-headed flirting mess,” He clenched his jaw tightly, he didn’t want to cry about this, and it was a dumb reason to. He curled his arms around himself and lifted his legs onto the couch.

“But Shiro, I thought he saw more to me than the others did, and it hurts but I guess I deserve it after getting him and his crew stuck in space,” he choked finally letting himself sink into the pain. Kolivan let out a quiet rumble and pulled the boy to his chest to rest underneath his chin. After a moment’s hesitation, Lance gripped onto Kolivan’s suit tightly and let out a sad wail. The galra continued to rub his back and let out comforting noises.

“It was okay at the Garrison because I had my family to talk to and they knew, but out here they all thought I was some clueless idiot,” he whispered to Kolivan listlessly. “I’m nothing without my brain, so what was I even worth to them?” Kolivan closed his eyes and cupped the back of Lance’s head to cuddle him closer.

“Lance, you are worth much more than you realize,” he said softly. “You are an exceptional pilot, a glorious marksman, and now we realize you are a genius. Your teammates are the ones that assumed you to be something you’re not, now they have to face the consequences of their actions, not you,”

Lance didn’t answer and only nodded his head from where it rested on Kolivan’s chest.


The team turned to the doors when they heard them hiss open. Kolivan’s face was blank but he had his hand on Lance’s shoulder. Lance smiled up at the galra and walked to his friends who immediately started apologizing.

“I’m so sorry Lance!” Hunk cried grabbing him by the shoulders and sniffing as tears poured down his face.

“I’m sorry too!” Pidge joined latching onto Lance’s legs when Hunk lifted him in a hug. Lance gave them a weak smile and patted Hunk gently on the arm when he started sobbing into his shirt.

“It’s okay guys, I forgive you,” he replied. “Can you please let me down now?” he asked kicking his feet around.

“Sorry!” Hunk wailed as he placed his feet on the floor. He wiped his eyes and nose and looked guilty down at the ground as Keith walked up to Lance.

“I’m sorry Lance,” he said sincerely. “You’re right, I’m a condescending jerk sometimes and I let it get out of hand,” he shifted from foot to foot and avoid looking at him. Lance let out a huff of laughter that made Keith’s head shoot up.

“I forgive you,” he said punching him lightly in the shoulder. Keith gave him a hesitant smile and stepped back when Shiro came forward. He had a sad frown on his face and his eyebrows were wrinkled in guilt.

“I failed you as a leader and as a friend Lance, I should have paid more attention to my teammates, I am so so sorry,” he said weakly, guilt evident in his voice. He tried to keep his eyes on Lance’s face but slowly found himself looking to the floor instead. He looked back up when he felt a hand on his shoulder and found Lance giving him a soft smile.

“We all have something we could work on, that doesn’t mean you failed us as a leader Shiro, I forgive you,” Shiro let out a breath of relief and put his hands on his knees.

“Shiro?” Lance’s voice asked hesitantly. He stood up and looked at the paladin.

“Yeah?”

“I know it wasn’t really my fault but I need to get it out, so I’m sorry I got you captured on Kerberos,” he announced. Shiro’s face scrunched up in confusion as he looked at Lance.

“Huh? But you didn’t have anything to do with Kerberos,” he said cocking his head. Lance twiddled his thumbs absentmindedly and scuffed his shoe on the ground.

“Actually, I planned the entire voyage and programmed the ship,” he admitted not looking up from where he was looking. There was a beat of silence before they let out various sounds of disbelief, Pidge grabbed him by the shoulders and madly shook him screaming.

“I never noticed your name in the reports,” Shiro said thinking back, trying to pick out names from the papers.

“Oh, I had the codename Cub,” he said. At that Pidge’s arms and mouth dropped in shock.

“You’re Cub?” She asked, he nodded and gave her a smile. “Oh my god, you’re the best hacker I’ve ever seen, I based all of my codes off of yours,” she admitted, still in shock.

“Wow, thanks!” He said scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“How the hell do you manage to pull this off?” Keith asked astonished. Lance looked around at his amazed teammate. They may not be the most perfect people in the world, but they were family to him. He put his hands on his hips and gave them a grin.

“Would you like to hear the whole story?”


Part 1

Carnations

By: CloudyGyeom

Prompt: “This isn’t going to be a thing—right?”

Summary: In the end, it came down to the fact, that you couldn’t live without him. Hybrid!Yugyeom ; Shifter!Yugyeom ; Cat!Yugyeom —smut.

I. II. III. IV. V

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Happenstance

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: “We don’t meet people by accident. They’re meant to cross our path for a reason” but sometimes it’s a little awkward. 

Word Count:2,565 (wtf?!)

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Implied Sex, The Fluffiest Fluff that ever Fluffed

A/N: Written for Bee’s writing challenge. I’m so sorry… it took me forever to write this. I hope it’s okay. 

Originally posted by cheekychappychris

The bar was empty except for another patron and the bartender who was cleaning mugs with a rag. It was late and you should have been in bed, sleeping soundlessly, but you were too nervous to sleep. So you got dressed in the first clothes that came to hand, grabbed your keys and decided to take a stroll around the neighbourhood.

Of course, that didn’t do a thing to calm your nerves so you settled for the next best thing: a bar not too far from your apartment. You only had a ten dollar bill and some change in your pocket, but it was enough to order their cheapest drink -a vodka cranberry.

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Eros

[Summary: A married Negan takes an interest in his neighbors young daughter]

Pre-Apocalypse Negan x Anastasia 

A/N: *OC is of legal age/23* (Her name is pronounced like Ana-stah-seya not ana-stay-sia). I was inspired by a lot of the themed one shots and wanted to try doing one based on the Types of Love! It’s not the literal definition of each type of love, but more based on their broad meaning. Eros: is an erotic or sexual type of love –  SOO I know said I’d post my Jason chapter before this, but I am having such a struggle trying to finish it up & this was already done – will get Jason posted soon promise! The first few parts are super smutty, enjoy :D

Warnings: 18+, cheating, uhh swearing? the fact that it’s Negan smut? lol please respect the age tag **


(gif by @mypapawinchester)


The clear, blue sky enticed the people living in this small town. They all desired to dip into the cool atmosphere just as long as they were away from under the ruthless fist of the unforgiving sun. It’s been like this for a week now. Children ran around, jumping through sprinklers while their laughs echoed across the neighborhood. Women walked around in their sun hats covering their delicate skin with porcelain cream to shield their beauty from the heat’s grasp. The men hid away safely inside, lazily relaxing on their leather recliners while they sat in the comfort of their cool living room caves.

To be indoors was all Negan could think about as he sat outside replacing old parts of his motorcycle. He didn’t know that the weather would open up the ninth circle of hell when he decided to fix up his Harley. “Sweetie” he looked up to find Lucille walking over to him, holding a silver tray in her hands, wearing her favorite pale blue sundress which emphasized her glowing face. “I brought you some lemonade” she said, planting a kiss on his cheek.

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Move, Made.

Muse: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Lots of fluff and the usual pinch of angst!
Word: 3.5k
Type: A friends with benefits AU ─In which one of you falls in love with the other and confesses without saying the three little words. + College AU

Parts: I, II & III

Originally posted by leojuseyo

+You’re in love with your fuck buddy, Yoongi’s best friend, Hoseok. And Yoongi recently made it known that he more than likes you in his bed, naked.

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anonymous asked:

Baby anx trying to sit anywhere but the couch/chairs. He makes it a game for the to find him in the oddest and cutest spots. Until he tries sitting on the window ledge and panics Poor Logan who was watching him.

this is adorable bless you?????

also apparently this little series has a tag list now so that’s cool

tag list: @softbludemon @justanotherpurplebutterfly @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @bubblycricket @i-just-punched-malfoy @the-laarmy (sorry if i missed anyone. there’s like 200 notes on the first part 😅)

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It’s been a few days since Virgil has been turned into a child, and he was definitely proving to be a difficult one. Especially considering he still had some of his normal habits. Like sitting on things that are definitely not chairs, or couches. At first it was alarming as the sides had trouble finding him at times, but now he’s turned it into some sort of game. It was basically an unofficial hide & seek, and whatever side finds him finds him first gets cuddles for as long as they want. Normal, adult Virgil would hate himself for that, at least that’s what he’d tell himself, but child Virgil’s innocence had fully taken over. Of course he still had anxiety, as he was still Thomas’ anxiety, but again his innocence has started to dominate his mindset.

So, now Virgil was sitting inside one of the kitchen counter’s cabinets. It was a little cramped, and probably filled with dangerous things, but strangely kind of cozy. If one of the sides didn’t find him soon he’d probably doze off. Which is what he normally did when sitting somewhere strange so hey he wasn’t really complaining.

A few minutes later he started to do just that, but jolted awake when he heard his name being called.

“Ohh, Viiiirrrgggiiilll! Come out come out wherever you are, little prince!”

That was definitely Princey. Virgil tried to stifle his giggles so he wouldn’t give away his spot, but to no avail. He heard Roman suddenly stop in front of the cabinet he was in, and froze. He was definitely caught.

After a moment Roman walked away, and Virgil sighed in relief.

Apparently he was too loud because now the door was open, and Roman was smirking at him.

“Aha! There you are. This is an interesting spot to sit I must admit. Is it comfortable?”

Virgil giggled, and nodded. Roman chuckled, and held his arms out.

“Well, sorry to say Verge, but you should probably get out. Comfortable doesn’t always mean safe.”

Virgil pouted, but allowed Roman to take him out.

“Besides a certain little prince owes me some cuddles!”

Roman tickled Virgil as he said this earning him some adorable, and loud giggles.

Once Roman relinquished his torture Virgil pouted, and glared at him.

“You’re the worst, Pwincey.”

Roman laughed, and carried him into the common room where the others were.

Patton pouted as soon as he saw them.

“Oh, no fair! Did you find him in one of his weird sitting spots?!”

Roman smirked, and nodded as he sat on the recliner placing Virgil into his lap.

“I’m gonna find him next time! You’ll see!”

Roman chuckled as he switched on a Disney movie.

“Sure, Patt. You do that.”

Next time Patton did not do that. This time it was Logan that found him.

Thomas had summoned the sides to confront an issue he’s been having, but Virgil didn’t show up. The three elder sides exchanged worried glances, and Thomas was now more confused than ever.

“Okay, something’s definitely going on with Virgil. I-I’ve been scared of the most childish things lately! I mean I know some of my fears were childish already, but I mean monsters under my bed? My parents being mad at me? Getting in trouble??? What is happening to me? Where is Anxiety??”

Logan sighed, and nodded to the other two sides before turning to Thomas.

“I.. will go get him. It was my turn to watch him anyway.”

Without another word Logan sunk back down to the mindscape leaving Thomas, if possible, even more confused.

“W-Watch him??? What does that mean? Why would you guys need to watch him?”

Patton bit his lip nervously, and turned to Roman hoping he would take over. Roman sighed, and started to explain everything that had happened.

Meanwhile in the mindscape Logan could not for the life of him find Virgil.

“Anxiety now is not the time to play this game! Get off of wherever you are sitting, and come with me! Thomas needs to see you!”

Logan searched all the usual places Virgil sat, but he wasn’t anywhere to be found. So, Logan decided to check their rooms. He started with Patton’s. Nothing. Then Roman’s. Nope. He moved on to his own room, deciding to check Virgil’s last.

Once he got to his room he noticed a figure behind his window curtains. Panicking he rushed over, and opened the curtains to reveal an equally panicked Virgil sitting on the ledge of the slightly opened window. Logan quickly grabbed Virgil, and pulled him off. Virgil clung to him for dear life, and cried into his chest.

“Virgil Sanders! We told you that window ledges are off limits!”

Why Roman insisted on creating an actual outside world, and height to their “house” was beyond him. He knew it would prove to be an incredibly stupid decision at some point. This potential danger was not worth the realism.

“Virgil, the window was open, and that stupid prince made it so that falling would actually have consequences whereas normally it wouldn’t for us. Oh what am I saying? Your child brain isn’t going to understand all of that nonsense. Just.. don’t do that again. Please. I nearly had a heart attack.”

Virgil pulled away from Logan’s embrace just enough to look at him, and pouted.

“I’m sowwy, Lo.”

Logan’s heart, and anger, melted. He sighed, and held onto Virgil a little tighter.

“It’s.. quite alright, Virgil. Just please don’t do it again. Also do not go into our rooms if we are not with you.”

Virgil nodded, and nuzzled his face into Logan’s neck.

“Now, come on. We need to go see Thomas.”

Logan started to sink down, but stopped when he heard Virgil whimper.

“What, Virgil?”

“Don wanna see Thomas. He gonna be upset.”

Logan sighed, and sat on his couch still holding onto Virgil.

“Yes, he will be a little upset, but not with you. None of this is your fault. Okay?”

“It’s Pwincey’s fault?”

Logan chuckled, and ruffled Virgil’s hair.

“He is partially to blame, yes, but let’s not play that silly game. It doesn’t really matter whose at fault. Okay?”

Virgil giggled, and nodded.

“Alright, well, here goes nothing.”

Logan stood up, and sunk down to Thomas’ apartment.

Once they popped up, Thomas stared at them in shock, even though Roman just told him everything. Logan glared at the aforementioned side.

“Remind me again why you thought it was a good idea to create a realistic outside world, and height to our “house” or whatever you wish to call it in the mindscape? Virgil was sitting on a window ledge. He could have fallen, and gotten seriously injured.“

Patton gasped, and gave Logan & Virgil a stern look.

"Logan! You were supposed to be watching him! Virgil! You know not to sit on window ledges!”

Thomas looked between his sides with bewilderment then went back to staring at Virgil with wonder.

“So, Roman wasn’t lying..”

“Hey!”

Thomas laughed, and shook his head.

“Sorry, Princey, but you represent my dramatic, creative, passion for acting side. You could have easily been telling me a made up story.”

Roman hummed, and shrugged.

“I suppose you have a point, but honestly why would I lie about such a thing as… this!”

Roman gestured dramatically to the tiny Virgil in Logan’s arms. Thomas sighed, and looked at them again.

“Touché. Well, okay then. How do we fix this? I mean don’t get me wrong, baby Virgil is freakin’ adorable, but I don’t think we can keep him this way. That’d just lead to a lot of messes I don’t wanna get into. Besides I already miss my little embodiment of teenage angst.”

Virgil glared at Thomas, and stuck his tongue out. Thomas laughed, and ruffled his hair as he cooed. Virgil pouted, and whined as he tried to bat his hand away.

“Worry not, Thomas! I am trying to find a way to bring our Sunshine back!”

Virgil turned to glare at Roman, and Roman stuck his tongue out at him for a change. Virgil pouted, and returned to curling up to Logan.

Thomas nodded at Roman.

“Okay, good. Just let me know when you do.”

Roman bowed, and started to sink back down.

“Whoa, whoa. No one’s leaving yet. We need to figure out how to deal with things without my normal anxiety.”

Virgil huffed in annoyance, and made grabby hands for Thomas. Everyone looked at him a little shocked, but Logan quickly handed him over. Thomas held him close, but not close enough that he couldn’t look at him.

“Uhh.. What’s up, Verge?”

“I.. I can kinda still think, a-and talk like my n-normal self. I-It’s hard, but I can. I have to so I can do my job of pr-protecting you.”

Thomas tried really hard to stifle his laughter, but oh god that was hilariously adorable.

“Verge, buddy. I think we need to protect you more than you need to protect me right now. You’re so.. small, and vulnerable.”

Virgil glared at Thomas, and grumbled something under his breath.

“What was that, Verge?”

“Nuffin. Shut up.”

“So pure, and cute. My goodness.”

Virgil had enough of this. He tried to squirm out of Thomas’ hold. Thomas gave the others a look like, “Uh, help. Tiny, grumpy child is trying to leave. What do I do?”

Roman chuckled, and motioned for Thomas to let him down.

“You can let him go.”

Thomas reluctantly let Virgil down, and watched as he waddled over to his coffee table then climbed up. He sat on the middle of it, and glared at everyone. Patton squealed, and pointed at him excitedly.

“I found him! I win! I get cuddles now! Haha!”

Patton rushed over to him, and scooped him up. Virgil groaned, and tried to squirm away.

“Daaaddd! Noooo!”

Patton giggled, and held Virgil close.

“Sorry, kiddo! You know the rules!”

Virgil grumbled some more, but happily curled up to Patton.

Thomas looked at the other two in confusion.

“What.. was that?”

Logan chuckled, and adjusted his glasses.

“You remember how Virgil likes to sit on surfaces that aren’t meant to be sat on? Usually because he is overwhelmed, but sometimes just because?”

Thomas nodded so Logan continued.

“Yes, well, child Virgil has turned that into a game of sorts. Whoever finds him sitting in one of his obscure spots first wins.. cuddles for as long as they want. I realize now how ridiculous this game is, but it makes Virgil happy. And Virgil is rarely happy, which is upsetting, so I actually quite enjoy partaking in this silly game.”

Thomas can’t helping ‘awwing’ for a ridiculous amount of time which makes Logan cringe.

“Logan! You totally have a soft spot for cute children. Ya know you’re a lot more emotional, and fun than you try to make us think.”

Logan sighed exasperatedly, and looked at Patton.

“You won the game so it is now your turn to watch Virgil. Not like you’ll complain. If any of you need me I will be in my room recovering from these ridiculous past few days.”

Roman spoke up right as Logan sunk down.

“Gonna be a few more ridiculous days-maybe weeks-for you, buddy, but okay.”

Thomas laughed, and shook his head.

“You better find the solution!”

“I know! I know! I’ll go do that right now. Geez.”

And with that Roman sunk down. Thomas looked at Patton to see him holding a very sleepy Virgil.

“Uh, hey kiddo. I’d stay to help you figure some things out, but this kiddo is all tired out. Mind if I..?”

Thomas sighed, but couldn’t help smiling at the adorable sleepy side.

“It’s cool, Patton. Go ahead. We can talk later.”

Patton smiled, and sunk down to put Virgil down for a nap in his room.

Thomas sighed, and went back to doing what he was doing before he summoned the sides. All he could think is: Well, this should be interesting.

And yes. Interesting it will be.

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hey what the fuck is a good ending? idk anyway yeah Thomas knows about lil baby Virgil now yay! (also i feel like the whole realistic outside world/height thing doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. let’s just pretend it does lmao)

Leave This Town Pt 10 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow. Steve, DumDum Dugan and Peter Parker mentioned.

Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind.

Song Inspiration: Angela by The Lumineers

Warnings: Fluff, mild angst. Mentions of death.

Word Count: 3.9k

Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)

**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**

A/N: Aaah!! I’m so excited about this part! :D Please let me know your thoughts, I always love to hear from you. <3

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Originally posted by captaincentenarian

Previously:

“I’ll call you before I leave town,” you promised, wishing there was more you could guarantee him.

“Okay,” he replied, ducking his head into the car for one last lingering kiss.

You pulled out of the parking lot and glanced in the rearview mirror to see Bucky still standing there as he raised a hand in goodbye. But it didn’t feel like a farewell this time. Somehow, it felt like only the beginning.

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“I’m still not sold on the ending,” your agent stated as he dropped your manuscript on his desk with a thump. He sat back in his chair while drumming fingers on the desktop next to his computer. “Casting is almost finished, they start filming in two weeks, and I don’t have a finished script.”

“You DO have a finished script, Tony. Just not the conclusion you want. I tried other endings and none of them seemed genuine. This ending is the most organic and it’s where the characters took me. You know how it is, sometimes they have a mind of their own,” you replied with a shrug.

He narrowed his eyes, stroking his well-manicured goatee. “You know you sound like a crazy person when you talk like that, right?”

You laughed. “Not to my fellow writers.”

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Anywhere, Nowhere

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

Summary: You’re on your way home when you see a hitch hiker on the side of the rode. Against your better judgment, you pick him up and give him a ride.

Characters/Relationships: Sam x reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: smut (18+ only please!!)

A/N: Yes this is real. This is smut!! And I wrote it!! I have to give a huge thanks to @impala-dreamer for helping me out and pushing me to make it better, and, ya know, convincing me to even write it. It’s nothing crazy, but I’m proud of how it turned out.

Tapping your fingers on the sticky, leather steering wheel; brushing wind-whipped hair out of your mouth; turning the volume knob up. That’s what preoccupied you when you saw the hitchhiker. You were in the middle of nothing important, on your way home from work, driving the long way, taking in the sunset mixed with the background static of the radio.

You saw him up ahead, a small speck. He looked like a walker. Then you blew past him, your head turning with a slow-motion picture of the hitchhiker. You swore his eyes met yours in that instant, and you slammed on your brakes, pulling onto the side of the road.

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Behind The Scenes

Characters: Hoseok x Reader

Length: 3975 words

Genre: Smut

Originally posted by hohbi


Muffled music reached your ears as you stood in the hallway, your eyes stuck on the metal numbers that were placed on the wall next to a door opposite of you, though your mind had wandered to different realms.

It must’ve looked weird how you were planted there all alone, staring straight ahead of you, waiting for time to pass, but you didn’t care.

You had a good enough reason to be there and you couldn’t wait for those last five minutes to go by.

Every second felt like it stretched out, lasting forever, as if time was teasing you and deliberately passing slower just because you were constantly looking at your phone.

The last message you had received from him told you that he had landed and ever since then, you felt like you were walking on hot coals.

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keeping secrets (has never been so hard)

(Okay wow, this ended up being so much longer than I anticipated but I can say it was so much fun to write! It’s just cute and fluffy and very sappy. @croke-park-princess I hope I did this justice and it was what you wanted!)

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Five times Eddie and Richie were almost caught making out, and then one time they were.

1. Mike

“Why are we all the way out here Richie?” Eddie asked, caution evident in his voice as he followed his boyfriend up the hill to the barn that Mike’s uncle owned. “I really don’t want to get into trouble.”

‘Don’t worry Eds, no-one’s up here at this time of day,” Richie informed him as he laced their fingers together, pulling him round to the back of the barn and pushing him up against the wall, hands cupping Eddie’s face as he brought their lips together.

Eddie’s brain short circuited for a moment before he broke the kiss, glaring at Richie, “R-Richie we- we can’t-“

“Sure we can,“ he winked and Eddie just sighed, a small smile playing on his lips before pulling him back in, this time running his tongue over Richie’s bottom lip, coaxing his lips open and his boyfriend eagerly obliged, hands resting on Eddies’ hips, rubbing soft circles into the skin beneath his shirt.

They had only started dating about three months ago. One night, Richie had come to his window just after 2am, after having had a fight with his mother once again about his sexuality. Richie had come out as gay when he was fifteen years old, Eddie being the first person he told when they were lying back on the grass of Eddie’s house, looking at the stars. At that moment Eddie wasn’t sure what his feelings were towards his best friend, but damn he knew they weren’t just platonic.

Eddie was just shy of sixteen when he came out to Richie, although no matter how much he wanted to, he didn’t say anything about how all he wanted to do was kiss that smirk off of Richie’s face.

The night that Richie had come by, he had barely been in the room two minutes before he’d pulled Eddie into a kiss and they’d never looked back. However, none of the other losers knew about their relationship, not yet anyway. Honestly both of the boys weren’t sure how they would react to seeing them as a couple, even though they were all perfectly cool with them being gay.

Richie broke off their kiss gently when the need for oxygen became too much and started a trail of soft kisses down Eddie’s jaw towards his neck when-

“I think I might have left it out back! Let me just go check!” The voice of their friend Mike echoed from around the corner and both boys jumped apart as though they’d been burned, Eddie running a hand through his hair and Richie fixing his glasses just as Mike appeared. He stopped when he saw two of his friends and blinked, “Oh hey guys. What are you two doing here?”

“Oh us? We were just looking for you Mike my man!” Richie stared talking, which always worked when he was trying to get out of a situation. It was a gift he said. “We couldn’t find you and thought maybe you actually fell down one of these holes out here!”

“Well, I didn’t. I’m right here. I just have to grab that bucket right there and then we can go yeah?“ He looked at both of the boys and they nodded simultaneously.

“Yeah, yup, sounds perfect Mike!” Eddie said quickly, cursing himself at how high his voice sounded. Mike just gave them one last look before he picked up the bucket and disappeared back around the corner. Eddie slumped against the wall and sent Richie a glare.

“So close, Richie.” Eddie said and Richie smirked.

“Your mom said the same thing to me last night!” Which earned him a much deserved smack.

2. Bill & Georgie

“This is nice,” Eddie commented as they sat in one of the back booths of the local diner. No-one questions why they are here alone as it was something they always did even before they’d gotten together.

Richie just smiled and sat Eddies plain vanilla milkshake in front of him before he started slurping at his own chocolate fudge one, “I love our friends, but it’s nice to be able to spend time just us.” This was one of the rare occasions that Richie didn’t ruin a moment with some sexual joke or a comment about his mom, instead he glanced around the empty diner and leaned across the table, kissing Eddie on the mouth.

The kiss was so gentle, almost innocent like and it made Eddie close his eyes and lean forward, his hand coming up to rest against Richie’s cheek. He felt Richie’s tongue run along his bottom lip and he parted his lips, extremely glad for the dark booth they were currently occupying.

Eddie was just about to suggest that they finish up here and go back to his house, since his mother was out at some sowing class when he heard a familiar giggle coming from the entrance.

“Bill I want strawberry! Please!” Georgie Denbrough.

“S-s-sure G-Georgie,” came the reply. Bill Debrough.

Richie couldn’t contain his groan as he sat back down at his side of the booth and smacked his head against the table. Eddie sat back and braced himself for the inevitable, which came in the form of Bill’s 10-year old little bother Georgie. “Hi Eddie! Hi Richie!” He yelled when he spotted them and pushed himself into the booth next to Eddie.

Bill joined them a few minutes later with their milkshakes and even Richie couldn’t be mad at the younger Denbrough brother, just like everyone else, he had a soft spot for Georgie.

Everyone knew how protective the losers were over him too, especially after there was a scare a few years ago when he’d been swept up in the storm and into the sewers. Everyone thanked their lucky stars that there was a fisherman down by the barrens that evening who found him and called an ambulance. Bill’s never let him go out and play on his own during a storm again, even if his parents did say that Georgie would have learned from his mistake. He wasn’t taking the risk, and neither were any of the others.

Eddie met Richie’s gaze as he finally looked up from Georgie and he gave him a gentle smile, his leg reaching out to brush along Richie’s. Richie’s breath hitched slightly, unheard by Bill and Georgie and he felt a very faint blush cross his cheeks as the first thought that popped into his head was I love you.

Yeah. He was in love with Eddie Kaspbrak.

3. Beverly

They were in Eddie’s bedroom, legs tangled together and fingers entwined. Eddie was laying half on top of Richie and Richie’s hand had taken up a permanent position in Eddie’s hair, messing it up as he tugged on it. Their lips were firmly pressed together, tongues lazily dancing against eachother’s. Their kisses weren’t heated, not in that way anyway, but Eddie was becoming short of breath as he pulled away only for air, his lips staying a mere few inches from his boyfriends.

Even though Richie had his revelation that he was, to put it bluntly, head over heals in love with Eddie, he hadn’t actually figured out how he was going to tell him. He certainly didn’t want to scare Eddie off but he also wasn’t sure how much longer he could go without telling his boyfriend how he really felt.

“Did you know that tomorrow it’ll be exactly four months since we started dating?” Eddie whispered softly which earned him a rare smile from Richie.

“Four months eh? Maybe I’ll let you get lucky tomorrow Eds, you know, to celebrate!” His eyebrows waggled and Eddie scoffed, giving him a nudge, but not enough to actually separate them.

“You wish Tozier, and don’t call me Eds!” he quipped back, even though they both knew he secretly loved it when Richie called him that. Eddie knew it was all just playful teasing, as they had already had that discussion and they both agreed that they weren’t quite ready for that. They also agreed that if either one of them felt like they were ready for the next step, they’d talk to one another.

Richie just winked and nudged at his nose, tilting his head up so he could press their mouths back together, prying his lips apart and running his fingers back through Eddies soft, perfect hair-

“Eddie?” The voice of Beverly Marsh bounced off the walls of his bedroom and Eddie was  quick to throw Richie off of his body, sending him toppling to the floor as he sat up on his bed, smirking as Richie cursed in annoyance from his spot on the floor.

“Why? Why are our friends suck cock-blocks?” Richie groaned to himself, only to earn harsh ‘shh’ from Eddie and a pillow to the face as Beverly walked into the room.

“Sorry to interrupt your little hangout but I need help with my school project Eddie, it’s on health and I know you are the best person to talk to when it comes to that.” Beverly sat on the bed, on the spot that was previously occupied by Richie and he had to force back a growl. It wasn’t her fault, she didn’t know that they were in the middle of some EddieRichie alone time. 

“That’s my cue to depart!” Richie said dramatically, heading for the door, “I’ll be sure to give your mom a kiss on my way out Eds.” He laughed and ducked out of the door just in time before the pillow hit him again.

“Don’t call me that!”

4. Stan

It was one rainy Saturday and all of the Losers Club were sitting in Bills basement that had been renovated into some sort of den for everyone to hang out in. They were all spread out over the sofas and chairs as the movie played. They had all settled on watching Star Wars: Return of the Jedi, which was everyones favourite Star Wars movie. They were about half way through the movie when Richie noted that they had run out of snacks. He’d seen the movie plenty of times so he stretched out his legs and stood up, “We’re out of snacks, I am going to go on a very important mission to retrieve more!” He announced, earning a few cheers from the group and Eddie glanced to the side and stood up also.

“I’ll help, there is no way you’ll be able to carry all those snack down the stairs without spilling them everywhere and we can’t have that can we?” He stood up and all but dragged Richie out of the room and up the stairs to the kitchen. No-one seemed to have noticed thank goodness, and Eddie was glad that Bills parent’s had taken Georgie to swimming lessons this afternoon.

The second the kitchen door swung shut, Eddie was pulling Richie down by the collar of his shirt and pressing their mouths together. Richie, albeit surprised, went along with it, never passing up an opportunity to make out with his boyfriend. He pushed him back towards the counter and Eddie jumped when his back collided with the counter.

Without putting too much thought into his next move, Richie’s hands moved down to Eddie’s thighs and picked him up, settling him down on the counter, without even disconnecting their lips. When Eddie let out a squeak at being lifted, Richie took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, moulding their tongues together. He groaned as he felt Eddie’s fingers in his hair and he pulled apart for air, kissing his way down Eddie’s jaw to his neck. 

“N-no marks remember,” Eddie breathed out and Richie just hummed.

“Got it sir.” He used a hand to mock salute him and placed soft kisses all the way down to his collarbone and back up again to his lips. His other hand went into Eddie’s own hair, messing it up. He broke apart again and Richie looked at Eddie with soft eyes, “Eddie I-“

Suddenly the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs vibrated through the kitchen, cutting his words off and Richie wretched himself away from Eddie, quickly putting the popcorn onto the stove and he tried to make it look like he hadn’t just been making out with Eddie.

Stan appeared into the kitchen and stared blankly at the two boys, faces flushed and hair sticking up. He frowned and went into the fridge for a bottle of water, eyes never leaving his two friends until he cleared his throat speaking up, “Were you two fighting?” He asked curiously and Eddie scoffed. 

"What? No- Richie was just um-“ Eddie found he didn’t even have a decent excuse for why they were in the state that they were, and he was about to sigh in defeat and admit the truth when Richie spoke up.

“I was tickling him, we all know how much Eds hates to be tickled, eh Eddie Spaghetti?” He winked in his direction and Eddie relaxed, and so did Stan. He just rolled his eyes at them both and retreated back to the den with his water with a call of,

“Remember the snacks!”

5. Ben

To say that Richie Tozier hated homework was the understatement of the century. He was currently huddled up in the library, surrounded by loads of history books that he needed to use for his extra credit class. He needed this grade in order to graduate high school in the summer. He’d be damned if he was staying in Derry one more year.

His eyes just happened to look up to the door just as his favourite person in the world walked in and smirked in his direction and nodded his head towards the bookshelves as he disappeared. God, his boyfriend was going to be the death of him. He closed up his books, being careful to mark the pages and he followed Eddie to behind the dead section of the library. “I thought you were volunteering today?” Richie asked.

It was a Friday evening and Eddie always volunteers at the local animal shelter for two hours, as his own form of extra credit. “I was, but we shut up early tonight, apparently there’s a storm coming. I came here to ask if you wanted to spend the night since your parents are out of town?”

Instead of answering, Richie leaned in and closed the distance between them, prying Eddie’s lips apart softly as they kissed. This one wasn’t like any of the other ones they’d shared over the past few weeks, this one was more…caring. More loving.

The kiss made Eddie shiver and he reached up to ground himself by clutching to Richie’s shoulders. He closed his eyes and moved a hand around to the back of Richie’s neck, fingers playing with the curls that rested there. “Richie? The other day there…in Bills kitchen you were going to say something, what was it?”

Richie froze and he racked his brain for a response, “I was just going to ask how your mom likes it in bed,” he blurted out before he shook his head, interrupting Eddie’s response that was about to come from the smaller boys mouth. “Wait no, that’s not what I was going to say. Fuck-“ he cursed and ran a hand through his hair, “Eddie, the thing is I think I’m-“

“I think the book is round here Mrs James,” Ben’s voice filled the silence and Richie cursed at being interrupted during an important conversation again, but he composed himself, and grabbed a book from the shelf, just as Ben rounded the corner, eyes brightening up when he saw them. “Hey guys! Oh Ritchie look you’ve found just the book I was looking for!”

Richie looked down at the book, and made a face as the title read, “Fun games to play with your pussy.” He snorted and handed over the book to Ben, who handed it to an older lady. “Fun games alright, I bet she doesn’t even have a cat!” He nudged Eddie when the lady had gone, earning a look from Ben.

“Actually she has five.” He paused, “See you guys later!” He waved and vanished as quickly as he had arrived. Richie turned to Eddie, hopeful to finish their conversation, only to find Eddie was already making his way back into the public eye.

Maybe next time.

+1. Georgie + Everyone

School dances sucked, it was all about dressing up in nice looking clothes and drinking awful tasting punch as your teachers made sure you weren’t doing anything inappropriate in the empty hallways. Richie thought they were cheesy and uncomfortable, but Eddie, Eddie loved them. He liked being able to go to the dances with all his friend and have a good time.

So Richie went along with it. Even though they weren’t going together they were still going and Richie would be damned if he wasn’t sneaking in a dance with Eddie at some point during that night.

They were all meeting at Bill’s, since his parents were the most invested of all their parents and they insisted on taking photos. Richie stood on their porch, tugging at the tie he’d borrowed from his dad around his neck. His palms were sweaty and he reached up to knock on the door and a few minutes later it was opened by Georgie, who was grinning.

“You’re the last one to get here!” The ten year old announced and pulled him inside the house. The second he passed through the doors his eyes landed on Eddie and he swallowed thickly. It was becoming harder and harder to hide their relationship from everyone, just as hard as it was becoming for him not to scream out how much he was in love with Eddie for all his friends to hear.

His thoughts were interrupted by Bill’s mom as she nudged him forward, camera at the ready to take some pictures of the group. Once all the pictures were taken everyone headed down to the den for a bit as the dance didn’t start for a few hours. Eddie and Richie stayed behind, in the Denbrough’s living room as Bill’s parents left to go up to their bedroom.

“You look really good Richie,” Eddie said softly.

“I love you.” Was Richie’s response, making Eddie choke on his own breath slightly. He was glad in that moment at he didn’t need to use his inhaler anymore.

“W-what?” Eddie gasped out, trying to regain control and Richie repeated his words.

“I love you, I have done for a while now, that- that’s what I wanted to tell you earlier in the librar-“ his words were cut off by Eddie’s mouth on his and before he could even return the kiss a voice broke through.

“I knew it!” The voice belonged to Georgie, who was jumping up and down clapping his hands. “I knew it!”

Eddie’s face had gone bright red at the realisation that the cat was indeed, out of the bag and they had been caught by a ten year old. Georgie didn’t wait before dashed off down the stairs, off to tell everyone else of his knew found discovery. Eddie quickly turned to Richie, a smile on his face and as he could hear the multiple footsteps running up the stairs he whispered back, “I love you too.”

Richie’s face broke out in a shit-eating grin and he moved closer to Eddie and whispered, “Fuck it,” pulling Eddie into, what he would describe as and earth-shattering kiss, just as the rest of the loser’s club piled into the living room.

“You owe me twenty bucks guys. I told you Richie wasn’t ‘tickling’ Eddie that day when we were watching Star Wars.” Stan’s voice broke through the haze and both boys turned around in shock. “Seriously, you guys need to work on your lying skills.” All the losers groaned and each of them handed Stanley twenty bucks each and turned on his heels, handing the money to Georgie, who grinned.

“I knew way back when we joined you for milkshakes. You were nudging each others feet under the table. I remember watching a movie with mommy and the couple in that were doing that.” He explained and everyone groaned.

“I guess we weren’t so subtle after all, eh Eds?” Richie nudged him and he flushed red.

Don’t call me Eds,” he shot back before his face softened. “No, I guess we weren’t.”

They heard the car that had come to pick them up for the dance honk outside and one by one each of the losers headed outside and piled into the car, leaving Eddie and Richie alone again. “I love you Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie said fondly and instead of correcting him, Eddie just smiled.

“I love you too trashmouth.”

It’s Always Been Weird (Avengers x reader)

Requests that just went perfectly together:

1. T'challa or Pietro one shot with a prompt that says, “You really need to stop leaving bodies in my kitchen, it’s getting weird”

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A Clint and/or Bucky fic with the prompt “Why are you asking for chloroform at 2 am?”

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New Girl || p.p

Summary: In which Peter Parker embarrasses himself in front of the new girl.

Warnings: Some swearing

Word Count: 1407

Comments: Sooo, this is basically really, REALLY cliché, but we all need a little cliché in our lives, amirite???

ALSO, get ready for an adorably flustered Peter b/c I live for that. Alright, moving onto the actual imagine.

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He wasn’t looking for a relationship.

Not when he was so concentrated on school. He had no incline to find “true love.” No, not when all that was on his mind was that damn pop quiz last period - I studied for hours Ned and I still somehow forgot that formula - the piles of papers that were stacked up on his desk, suffocating in the work he honestly couldn’t care less about. There were people out there who needed saving - who needed him - but he was stuck writing another paper on some dead guy. He was too busy being stressed, being responsible, being a superhero than to concentrate on anything else in life.

He was a star student - honour roll, valedictorian? Kid, you’re gonna go places - pats on his shoulder from yet another A and the answers he said with such ease. He was a prize student - handsome too, but no one seemed to say that to his face - and he was planning on keeping it that way.

Late study sessions, spares used to remember something that was already seared into his mind - you can never be too sure. Peter spent so long to perfect everything he did, some deemed to question his sanity at times.

No one found it peculiar that Peter didn’t have many friends. He was always alone, always studying and balancing his second life to have time for them anyways. He liked being alone, swimming in thoughts that sparked up in the pits of his mind.

But not once had love popped up his mind.

Not until he met you.

~~

You could call it cliché.

How this new girl would idle into the wrong hallway, too distracted by her surroundings to notice the boy rounding the corner just in front of her. Call it fate, call it destiny, call it whatever you want, but in that moment - distracted eyes and bustling thoughts - in that moment you both ended up where you needed to be.

On the ground, staring up into two brown eyes.

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

Your eyes gaze up at the boy in front of you, head spinning at the impact you had with him. You don’t know how to respond in all honesty; too caught up in your thoughts and feelings to even think about words forming on your lips.

“I - I’m fine. It’s no big deal.”

He stares down at you, nervously biting down on his lip. He hasn’t seen you around before - knowing he’d remember those eyes if ever saw them -mentally face-palming at the horrible first impression he gave to this girl. He scrambles to help you up, albeit and awkward in his demeanour.

You both stand in silence, quietly gathering your belongings as you both try to get away from this very… awkward situation.

He stares at you for a minute, not finding any words coming to mind. Just a minute ago, he was sprinting down the halls, mind set on getting to his AP Algebra class before the bell. But now that he’s here - with you - he finds that his class was long forgotten.

“Are you new here? I mean, I know I would’ve recognized you if you went here because, well, you are really pretty - I mean, er, um, I’m sorry. It’s just hard to forget a face, especially one like yours, I mean - wait, I -

Peter stares at you for a minute, before letting the words tumble from his lips, words too fast and sentences smushed together. He sighs loudly, mentally slapping himself at how lame and awkward he must sound. Before he embarrasses himself once more, he turns, letting a small sorry, see you around leave his lips before sprinting in the other direction.

He shakes his head, before turning back to you, a stunned look etched don your face.

“My class is this way.”

It’s the last thing he says before he’s off in the other direction, silently muttering curses under his breath.

You’re an idiot, Peter Parker.

~~

“And you just… left her there?”

The figure stood dumbfounded at him, questioning the state of Peter’s brain capacity. Ned sent a glance over his shoulder, eyeing you as you sat alone at a table not too far from their own.

“Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I don’t know! I guess I just panicked…”

Peter’s mind was filled with thoughts of you, lightly smacking his head every time he heard your voice in his mind. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this. No, he was too busy for girls, especially those with beautiful smiles and bright eyes and perfect hair and -

No.

He couldn’t be thinking like this. No, no, no, no. He had to focus on his own life, not on this girl he didn’t even know the name of. He felt attacked, wanting to just rid himself of the many thoughts of you. You meant nothing.

And he wished his brain got the message too.

Soon, he pushed away from the table and stood, sending a farewell to Ned before walking out. He hit the side of his head multiple times, trying to rid his mind of your voice that seemed to be recorded in his head.

“It’s no big deal.”

He wishes that was the case. He really did.

~~

He walked out of school feeling defeated.

He had not a clue of any of the homework needed for classes, nor did he remember if he was even assigned any in the first place. All he could remember was your face - a delicate cloud that floated around his head, too fragile and feeble that he was scared to touch it. He smiled at just the thought of you, his stupid, little sigh being replaced with a grump groan as he remembers how he completed blew you off in the middle of the hallway.

He thinks he saw you in math, but he’s been seeing you all day in the most absurd places, so he doubts it. He quickly runs his fingers through his hair, before turning a corner and running into a small figure.

Oh God, not again.

He stares at the girl sprawled across the floor in front of him, before catching her gaze, hearing a laugh recede from her throat.

“Is this just how we’re going to meet now?” You smile brightly, picking yourself up and off the gravel, rubbing the dirt from your pants. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were doing this on purpose.”

He’s speechless, to say the least.

“What? No, no, I swear I don’t want to bump into you. It’s just - well, I mean, it’s not like I don’t want to see you, but bumping into you really wasn’t my intention. Oh God, um, you see, you’re - how do I say it?  Um -” He looks up for a minute, catching your gaze before sighing in defeat. “I’m really not the best at talking to people, which I guess you’ve already caught onto.”

His hair is a mess from the countless times he ran his hand through his hair - you’re calling ten in his last ramble, though that truly wasn’t what you were focused on - seeing his rose tinted cheeks rising higher. You smile brightly, quite amused at how flustered you made such an attractive boy.

“No, I totally didn’t catch on,” you laugh, crossing your arms over your chest. “Is this always what happens when you talk to new kids?”

“Just the pretty ones.” His eyes go wide for a second, before squeezing shut, body hunching into itself, hopefully being able to shrink small enough to never be seen again.

Peter would really like that right now. Very badly.

You laugh, before stretching your hand out. “Well, you’re not so bad yourself.”

Any words that could’ve left Peter’s mouth got stuck at the base of his neck, awkwardly attaching his hand to yours. He doesn’t say anything, prolonging the silence that filled the air. His thoughts are throbbing, heart beating up in his ears, watching you stare at him. Oh god, just say something!

“I’m Peter.” He clears his throat, swiftly removing his hand from yours and scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, Peter Parker.”

The smile on your lips grow, exceptionally happy to finally find out the name of the mystery boy who’s occupied your thoughts all day.

As your name slips past your teeth, Peter feels his cheeks heat up, replaying it over and over in his head.

He swears it’s nicest thing he’s heard all day.