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nude wars | pt.1 (m)

» pairings: yoongi x reader x jungkook

» genre: smut, touches of fluff / frat!yoonkook

» word count: 4,458

» description: Okay sure, maybe having a threesome with two best friends from the same frat wasn’t the smartest thing you’d ever done. But hey, when the result was them vying for your attention in the form of scandalous snaps, breathy audio messages, and unspeakable texts, well then the decision definitely wasn’t that bad — Or alternatively, your phone getting caught in the middle of Yoongi and Jungkook constantly trying to one-up each other in a war of sexting (and just maybe romantics).

Nine texts, four missed calls, several snaps, one voice mail — who the fuck leaves voicemails?

The notifications flashed across the home screen of your phone after your blurry and sleep-deprived eyes managed to locate the button to stop your shrieking alarm that was set for six-thirty in the goddamn morning. The early wake-up time due to the fact that it was your turn to trudge through the morning shift at the café you worked at — now that was what you called a simple cause and effect. You have the morning shift, so you set your alarm earlier than usual. It was simple, however as your thumb rested against the screen of your phone, the previously mentioned notifications continuing to stare back at you with urging enticement, you once again wondered how this particular cause and effect had come to fruition.

Your teeth caught hold of your bottom lip, bearing down on the tender flesh as your heart began to rapidly beat against your chest. Ragged sighs invaded your lungs as you pressed your thumb against the home button of the device. It unlocked, revealing what you of course already knew would be there. The small red dots that indicated how many missed alerts you had received throughout the night. It was with a deep breath that you pressed down on the first icon to rid yourself of the notification that held the least weight.

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Introduction: Hi! I’m Annie, I recently graduated as valedictorian of a class of almost 700, and I’m about to be a freshman at Johns Hopkins (go blue jays!!). High school was some of the best and worst moments of my life, and looking back, there are so many things that I wish I’d done and things that made me successful, so I wanted to share them! Of course, disclaimer, these tips may not apply to everyone!

(These tips generally apply to all classes, but if you have a specific subject you want tips on, I’ve taken these AP courses: european history, world history, us gov’t, macroeconomics, lang, lit, calc ab, chemistry, physics 1, physics c, environmental science, art: drawing, biology, human geography, chinese, and art history. Feel free to message me!)

College applications are a crapshoot- I can’t begin to tell you the number of incredible, brilliant people with extraordinary, international level achievements that got denied at top schools in favor of those lacking those accomplishments. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean those who got in don’t have qualities that earned them a spot, it just speaks to the unpredictable nature of the college application process. When deans of admission at top schools openly say they could reject all admitted students and build the same exemplary class from the waitlist, or that they have enough qualified applicants to fill 3 or 4 classes with, there’s a certain amount of luck involved. Therefore I urge all rising seniors to go into this process realizing that the odds are not in your favor. I went into the process with too much blind hope, too confident in my ability to be that lucky 1 in 10 (or less) that would gain admission, and I was sorely disappointed. So that leads me to my next tip…

Don’t do things just for your college application- Those slim acceptance rates are the exact reason I urge you not to join things solely for how good they look on a college application. It seems counterintuitive; wouldn’t they give you a better chance of acceptance? However, my point is not to dissuade you from extracurriculars, but rather to commit to ones that genuinely make you happy. As I wrote above, the process is so competitive that even international achievements may mean rejection, so don’t waste your high school experience by dedicating so much time and effort to something that you feel obligated to do.

Try everything your freshman and sophomore year- My biggest regret is not joining clubs where my passions lie simply because I was too lazy or scared of things like public speaking my freshman year. It’s much more intimidating to join as upperclassmen, and you may not be able to participate at all the levels/in all the ways people who have dedicated 3-4 years can. Even if you don’t think its for you (like debate for me because of my fear of public speaking), I urge you to expand your horizons and push yourself out of your comfort zone. Many clubs give you great opportunities to build leadership, public speaking, etc. skills and to find your passions.

Know both sides of the flashcard- I learned this tip from my organic chemistry class, and I’d never though about how useful it is. For example, if you’re memorizing polyatomic ions, it’s extremely important that you know both the formula and the name, as either version may show up on the exam. Not doing this also makes the weaknesses in your memorization evident- whenever I study vocab, I tend to glance at the side with the term and only memorize the definition. This meant that when I was given only the definitions, I couldn’t remember the word they defined, because I was so used to being given the vocab word and responding with the definition. 

The first lecture of the unit is one of the most important for STEM classes- I know the beginning of the unit can often seem like the perfect time to tune out, as it goes over information you’ve previously learned or the easiest material of the topic, but it often forms the foundation for everything else in the unit. For example, the first lecture on a stoichiometry unit will probably teach you dimensional analysis, a skill integral to calculating molecular or empirical formulas, moles or grams of a substance, etc. 

Buy/sell books secondhand- Everyone knows how expensive college textbooks are, but between SAT and AP prep books, and books for English, high school books can cost quite a bit of money too. Unless they redesigned the exam recently, you absolutely don’t need the newest edition of the review book, so buy from upperclassmen and then sell it to underclassmen the following year.

Learn to self study- Unless you’re really lucky, you’re guaranteed to have a teacher who doesn’t teach, teaches badly, or whose teaching style just doesn’t work for you. Personally, I find that self learning, especially if I’m struggling because resources such as textbooks and online explanations, and videos seem to contradict, really helps me understand the topic throughly. In AP bio, my teacher had us create claymation videos on the processes of cellular respiration and photosynthesis independently. It was incredibly frustrating and confusing because all the resources described the cycles in varying degrees of details, but I felt like I genuinely understood the topic, instead of having been spoon-fed the information and memorizing it. Obviously, this method isn’t very efficient for frequent use, but the key is to try to understand the material independently instead of going to the teacher the moment you hit a snag. 

Keep your backpack/binders/notebooks reasonably organized- When teachers ask for homework to be passed up and you have to dig through mountains of papers in your backpack, not only is that super stressful, but a lot of teachers won’t let you turn it in after they have already collected all the papers. I was definitely guilty of being lazy and just stuffing papers, once I got them, into my backpack instead of taking a few seconds to slide them into a binder, and as a result I got 0s on lots of homework because either I couldn’t find it at the time or because everything was so messy I didn’t remember there was homework. Try to have some sort of organization system going on or at least a homework folder, because those 0s add up and can be the difference between an 89 and 90. 

You’re gonna get senioritis, badly, and that’s ok- I’ve always been the type of person who did every homework assignment and was very focused on grades, so the idea that I would completely let myself ago seemed absurd to me. Don’t underestimate what senior year does to you. I can honestly count on one hand the econ worksheets that I actually turned in during senior year, and I made my first B in a grading period during the spring. I was very stressed about how awful my grades were, but unable to muster the energy to do anything about it. And you know what, it’s ok. It’s senior year, you can give yourself a break. Yes, your senior grades are still important for college applications, so don’t go from straight A’s to straight C’s, but for the most part, all the hard work is behind you. Do keep in mind that these habits may haunt you when you’re a college freshman. I haven’t started classes yet, but based on how little I studied for the math placement exam for my college, senioitis doesn’t magically end when you graduate, so don’t let it get completely out of control during the year. 

Learn how to do math without a calculator- If you take either of the AP Calculuses or the SAT, you need to master this skill because there are sections of the exams that are strictly non-calculator.  Beyond that, when you get to calculus, you’ll be introduced to complicated concepts, where not being able to multiply by hand will drag you down. 

Keep old notes- Not only for finals, but some topics are very interdisciplinary, like biochemistry, so it’s very important that you have a working knowledge of both biology and chemistry. As you take advanced classes, such as for me, taking physics c after physics 1, it will be assumed that you have completely mastered the basics, and they will be skipped or referenced very quickly. It is very useful to look at notes on the basics, which provide the foundation for the advanced material you learn. 

Invest in a whiteboard- Whenever I was learning about processes or cycles, from the Krebs cycle to organic chemistry mechanisms, it was really useful to practice drawing the steps over and over again. Then when it came to the test, I could do a brain dump and draw out the information as a reference. 

Understand formulas instead of blindly memorizing- This basically has physics and calculus written all over it. In physics, you should be given formula charts during exams, and in any case, something like F=ma isn’t terribly hard to memorize. The problem comes when there are a multitude of formulas that are derived from one of the fundamental equations. Of course, deriving from scratch each time is incredibly tedious, but I want to dissuade you from simply memorizing it or storing it on your calculator, because that means you probably don’t understand the physics behind it. What makes physics so difficult and different from any other subject you’ve taken is that every problem will have a slightly different scenario that tests your understanding of the physics behind it. 

Use all the time given to you during tests- I know I hate looking back through my test because I just get so bored halfway through, but missing points because of silly mistakes is honestly the most frustrating thing ever when you had plenty of time to check. Depending on if I have time, I like to cover my original work and resolve the question. If checking answers is not your thing, try slowing now when you first see each question, and checking your work briefly each step. 

Form study groups- Talking about something, especially teaching it to someone, always helped me remember something so much better than reading it on paper. It’s also so important to have second interpretations of the information you’re studying to ensure that you don’t make a huge misconception.  

AP students: released/practice exams are your best friend- Obviously, they’re the best resources for studying for the AP exam, but they’re also a great tool for a hint at what your teacher’s tests may look like. AP teachers have access to tons of College Board material and will often use questions directly from old exams. 

If you start getting confused during a lecture- Many times this is because I didn’t pay attention during the very beginning, so I’m missing that important foundation I talked about in the previous tip. Of course, I typically wouldn’t recommend doing things other than listening to what is currently being taught, but in this case, I would just get more confused and it’s a waste of time. So I discretely go back to my previous notes and focus on understanding them. 

The most stressful part of schoolwork is just thinking about your assignments- There’s always specific period of time that threatens to kill me- a week where I had two competitions simultaneously, in cities 3 hours apart. When you’re taking 7 AP classes at the same time, just reading over your to-do list will make you want to cry. Even on a normal day, as I go to classes throughout the day and my list of homework gets longer and longer, it makes me so stressed to where I’m planning out how to finish everything and I’m no longer listening in class. It overwhelmed me so much that I just wanted to take a nap and avoid school. But every single time, stressing about the work I have is 1000x worse than sitting down and actually going through each task. I find that what had seemed impossible before was very doable, and many times I even finished early enough to relax before bed. Keep a positive mindset, don’t underestimate your abilities, and have the discipline to start working immediately on the hardest days, and you’ll be fine. Of course, this doesn’t mean that the workload that is able to be handled by one person can work for another, and things like mental illnesses are things I have no experience in, so this is definitely just something that worked for me and is not applicable to everyone. 


Best of luck with high school! If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask!

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A Little Something About The Tangy and The Tart

I cannot believe it has been so long since I posted and I’m sorry, truly, that it’s taken me forever and a day to get my ass in gear. But due to recent events, I felt inspired to write something and I’m actually really, really happy with how this turned out!

Also, I owe a huge thank you to @permanentcross for giving me advice and reassuring me this wasn’t crap and to @canistay-haz for being her wonderful, loving self and telling me I don’t suck. You both are so, so lovely and I’m lucky that I can ask you for advice when I’m not confident in my writing.

That being said, enjoy!

Warning: NSFW

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Normally, Saturday mornings would be reserved for sleeping in, lazy kisses, and barely audible gasps filling your ears. Today however, you and Harry had to be somewhat functioning adults. You were having one last get together with Harry’s closest friends and family before his life was sent into the spotlight for who knows how long, and he didn’t get to be as free and open with his time as he had been. 

You woke up about half an hour after Harry did, knowing you had things to do and people to see but you were having none of it. All you could think about was the slight yet very-much-still-there tingling sensation between your legs thanks to yours and Harry’s late night rendezvous. You smiled to yourself, rolling over and letting your face collide into Harry’s pillow, inhaling his lingering scent that made you want him all over again… 

You made your way downstairs to your boyfriend, legs bare and torso covered in his ridiculously baggy pink shirt that was littered with the white polka dots, your rear just barely peeking out at the bottom hem. Harry was sporting only a pair of grey joggers that hung much too low on his hips, not that you were complaining. 

“Morning, sunshine.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, peppering his back with tiny pecks.

“G’morning, poppet. Sleep okay?” Every morning after, without fail, he asks how you slept. He asks because he knows when you’re both in the heat of the moment, sex isn’t gentle. Not that it’s animalistic, but you and Harry like what you like and making sure you’re comfortable and properly taken care of after is an essential part of his aftercare routine; he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take care of you and pamper any part that might be slightly bruised or extra loved on. He does love a routine after all…

“Mhm,” you purr into his back, pecking his skin once more before he spins around in your grasp, your arms falling to your sides while he places one hand on your cheek and encloses your mouth with his.

“Good,” he smiles down at you, pecking your cheek before turning back to the countertop where you can see he’s been preparing a dessert for the get together later that night. 

“Whatcha makin’?” you ask, hopping upon the countertop, legs swinging back and forth while eyeing the bowl of plain raspberries and the graham cracker crust that was still sitting in the tart pan Harry insisted he needed.

“How does a raspberry tart for tonight sound? Bought the pan, figured there was no use in letting it sit in the cupboard.”

You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle. There was nothing comical about the dessert in and of itself, but you were feeling some type of way this morning and you couldn’t help but think of it in a provocative way.

Harry rolled his eyes, trying not to grin, “Why is that funny?”

You just giggled again and reached to kiss him on the cheek, “Maybe I wanna be your little raspberry tart. I already have the perfect shirt on.” Although you’d been sitting on the countertop for a good minute already, Harry had just noticed how his shirt had ridden up your thighs and he swallowed hard, also taking in how you had only the bottom two buttons fastened and there was little, if anything, left to the imagination. What Harry didn’t know was that you didn’t have anything covering the part of you that wanted him the most; he figured you’d just thrown on something skimpy just to torture him but no, you were completely bare, apart from the bottom of the hem under your bum, and sitting on your boyfriend’s counter. Harry didn’t have a prayer. 

You smirked at him cheekily and even though you’d had him not even eight hours before, he could tell you still had an appetite for something else, something that filled you in a different way. 

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It Wasn’t Real (part six)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - finale

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see) Richie x Reader and very slight Eddie x Reader

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, and sexual abuse (mild) plus Henry being a dick, so….

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You watched with an expression of boredom as Henry shot at every can he could find, missing with terrible aim each time. You could literally be doing anything better than this right now, but you didn’t have a choice. Henry had dragged you all the way over here because he wanted to show off, something, you didn’t even know.

You didn’t care.

You felt drained, mentally exhausted. Nothing seemed to register in your mind anymore. 

Despite the night and morning you had, school had been more the uneventful. Because of the stupid moves you’d pulled recently, word traveled and every one acted as if you were crazy. No one expected prim and proper Y/N Y/L/N to flip off a teacher, or to ditch detention and skip a whole afternoon of classes; it’d seemed you’d made a new name for yourself. Then to make it all better, the minute you’d left your last class for the day Henry had found you.

You never really enjoyed your time with him, but something told you today was going to be ten times worse. 

Watching with lazy eyes, Henry shot the gun, a loud echo going off that didn’t make any sound in your mind. He actually managed to hit the can this time it seemed, as him, Victor and Belch cheered in excitement. What a stupid thing to get excited about… 

“Hey, Belch, grab that cat.” You furrowed your brows, your eyes immediately snapping over to the orange tabby sat by the garbage. Panic set in and you shot up from your seat on the fence, watching as Belch hesitated for a moment but eventually begun making his way over to the cat.

“Henry….” You whispered, taking a step towards you. He only shushed you, a pleased grin on his face as Belch set the cat up next to one of the cans he’d actually managed to hit. He was a terrible aim, but he was getting better and something told you he’d be able to hit his target this time. “Henry!” You said, a little bit louder this time.

“Shut the hell up, Y/N.” Henry spat back at you, not glancing back. Raising the gun, he closed one eye and began aiming as Belch stood there with an uncertain look. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you felt your breath grow frantic. He wouldn’t, would he? Shoot an innocent cat?

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How to remove a Wayne safely - Batmom x Batfam

My nephew got a tick on him today and, you know, there’s a way to remove them fully, like you can’t just tear them off or the head is gonna stay ? Well, it gave me a stupid idea. Hope you’ll like it.

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Some mornings, you had obligations. You had to wake up early.

When you and Bruce got married, you took the place of second CEO at Wayne Enterprise, to relieve your husband of a bit of the weight of it all. To make things easier on his end…To allow him to, sometimes, sleep more than three hours a night.  

You did it gladly. 

One morning every two days, more if Bruce was injured, you’d wake up early in the morning to go take care of the family business (when Bruce asked you if you could help, you felt like he genuinely fully trusted you…he trusted you with his parents’ empire, which meant a lot). 

Your Bruce both loved and hated it. Loved it because it meant that he could take a well deserve rest, hated it because it also meant that he’d wake up alone in the bed and oh he loathed that more than anything. He lived for those days were neither him nor you had anything to do, and could just cuddle your way to 5 pm haha. 

He also hated it because, since you monitored the bat computer every nights, you also needed your sleep and…he just hated the fact that your “obligations” toward him and his enterprise made you wake up. 

You wouldn’t have it any other way though, anything to allow your Broosh to rest, to recuperate and such. He wasn’t getting any younger and needed those peaceful time…Of course it was even better when you could both be lazy in your bed but, life wasn’t always like that. 

This morning, your faithful alarm clock, aka Alfred Pennyworth, came into your room to wake you up and…it was difficult. 

Last night, Bruce and your boys came back around 8 am, and of course you stayed up with them, monitoring the bat computer. And when you and Bruce finally got to bed…Well, you needed each others before sleeping and you both collapsed after a heated love making session, exhausted. Now, barely two hours later, you had to wake up and your entire body was sore and screaming for more sleep and…Uh, Alfred was having none of it. 

-Lady (Y/N), you need to wake up. 

-I am awake…

You said in a weak voice, bringing the blanket up to your nose. 

Bruce didn’t even budge, his arms around you, his face nuzzling your hair. Contrary to popular belief, once he was truly asleep, Bruce was very difficult to wake up and there could be a very loud metal concert next to him and he wouldn’t even hear it, too deep in his slumber. 

And right now, as you and Alfred talked aloud next to him, and you shifted in his arms…Well, he didn’t even move one inch. 

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thecoolestgay  asked:

Can you please write some adorable reddie cuddling fluff? I've been reading tons of angst and I'm gonna cry 😭

with pleasure my dude

(FYI - they’re a little older in this, nearly 20, as theres a few lil mentions of smexy times and some teasing and making out etc because i don’t write that very much and wanted a change, sue me)

please listen to tee shirt by birdy to get super cutesy vibes and all the feels <3


It was still dark out when Eddie woke up, squinting up to look out the window at the early morning sky. He checked his watch, seeing it was 5:45 am, and smiled. He still had hours to kill before waking up. He felt something move from underneath him and he turned his head to come face to face with Richie’s sleeping form. And he smiled.

Richie had snuck in again last night, just before midnight like clockwork, and begged Eddie to just fall asleep on top of him. So he had, and god was he happy he did. Eddie had fallen asleep on his front, leaning on Richie’s shoulder and tucking his face into his neck, softly sighing as Richie stroked the side of his face to help him fall asleep. He had slept for a good few hours until he woke up, but those few hours were pure bliss. 

Richie shifted again and let out some air through his nose before blinking open his eyes slightly. He saw Eddie staring at him and he smiled.

“You’re staring again.” He whispered. 

“You look cute in the morning.” Eddie said quietly and Richie chuckled, his chest rumbling and making butterflies erupt in Eddie’s stomach. 

“Thank you. You look pretty adorable too.” Richie said, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “What time is it? Do we have to get up now?” Richie asked sadly and Eddie shook his head, holding his wrist with the watch on to Richie’s face.

“We have ages. Go back to sleep if you want.” He said and Richie shrugged.

“Don’t wanna if you’re gonna be awake.”

“I’ll fall asleep too. You know I can’t stay away for too long.” Eddie pointed out, and snuggled into Richie’s neck, pressing a kiss at the base of his throat. Richie hummed in appreciation and rested his hand on the side of Eddie’s face, stroking the hairs just behind his ear. Eddie loved it when Richie was gentle with him, compared to how brash and loud he could be outside or with the others. He loved that side of Richie, it was fun and adventurous and he never knew what to expect from him, but soft, sleepy, Richie was his favourite. 

Eddie started pressing soft kisses across Richie’s neck, listening to the soft noises he was making, and then kissed behind his ear, making him shiver. Richie moved away slightly and Eddie whined, trying to kiss him again.

“I’m way too tired to flip you over right now, please don’t kiss me there until I’m wide awake and ready to go.” Richie joked, but Eddie stopped, knowing he was right. Even though Richie was more dominant in more than one aspect, when Eddie tried to take control he was putty in his hands. Eddie settled on resting the side of his face on the pillow and just staring up at his boyfriend instead. He was so beautiful, all freckles and pale skin and bright, brown eyes. He looked different without his glasses, but a good different. Older, more mature. Less like ‘Trashmouth Tozier’ or ‘Bucky Beaver’ that he had been known as during school. Now, he was just Richie. And Eddie loved just Richie. 

“What are we doing today again?” Richie asked after a short while of peaceful silence.

“Bev asked us to come to the movies with her and then we’re helping Stan pack for College. After that, nothing.” Eddie said sleepily. Richie nodded.

“Wanna get dinner tonight?”

“Not another pizza, Richie. My face is already breaking out from yesturday’s binge.”

“No,” Richie snorted. “Not pizza. Like, real food. From a restaurant.” Eddie smirked and looked up at him.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Tozier?” Eddie nearly died when he saw Richie’s face turn a little pink.

“Would that be so terrible?”

“Only a little bit.” Eddie teased and Richie rolled his eyes, gently flicking Eddie’s ear.

“Asshole.” 

“You love me.” Eddie hummed and Richie smiled, kissing his forehead.

“Yeah, unfortunately.” Eddie scoffed and started to scoot away from him.

“I’m never snuggling with you again.” He threatened and Richie grabbed him before he could move further away, flipping them over and pinning Eddie underneath him. Eddie let out a breath, not expecting that at all, as Richie beamed down at him. “I thought you were too tired?”

“I perk up when you start getting fiesty and bratty.” Richie said and Eddie tutted at him.

“Bratty, pft! As if!” Richie leaned down rubbed his nose against Eddie’s fondly, making his heart melt.

“You’re so cute when you try to prove me wrong.”

“I’m not cute, I’m manly!”

“Shut up, Eddie. You’re adorable.” Richie said, kissing Eddie’s jaw. “Cute, cute, cute!” He kissed his nose, his cheek, and his collarbone for each word and Eddie bit his lip, holding back a smile.

“If the others could see us right now they’d puke.” He said and Richie laughed.

“I think Stan would bust a nut, being in the same room as us would be the most action he’s gonna get.”

“Don’t be mean!” Eddie frowned, swatting Richie’s hand. “Stan is gonna find somebody soon, just you wait.”

“He still won’t get as much as I do.” Richie raised an eyebrow, making Eddie go red.

“Shut up. I just put up with your horny ass because I have too.”

“I never hear you complaining, like, in fact, I always hear you telling me not to stop.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Eddie warned, pointing a finger up at him.

“Billy Boy would be so shocked at the filthy words that have come out of your little mouth, Eds. He’d be asking everyone where his precious little best friend has gone!” Richie grinned. “The answer, by the way, is underneath me. Or on top of me when I’m lazy. Like the good boy he is.”

“Do you kiss your Mom with that trashy mouth?” Eddie asked. Richie shrugged.

“No, but I kiss yours. And man does she love it-”

“Don’t make me say beep beep, you’ve been so good recently.” Eddie groaned and Richie sighed, before flopping onto his side, his arms getting tired. Eddie slowly moved back so he was lying beside him and reached up to move some of Richie’s wild hair out of the way. “You’re beautiful.” Eddie whispered, and for once, Richie didn’t make a joke. He just smiled.

“So are you. I got real lucky.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Shut up.” Richie teased, pressing his lips to Eddie’s, the two of them lazily moving and intertwining hands. When they eventually broke apart, Richie closed his eyes as Eddie carried on playing with his hair. “Can we, just…stay here forever?”

“The bed sheets would get so gross.” Eddie grimaced and Richie laughed.

“I hope you never change, Eds.” He said and kissed him again. Eddie deepened the kiss, running his tongue over Richie’s and pulling his body flush against his. He sighed into his boyfriends mouth and then pulled away, grinning like an idiot. 

“Yeah, let’s stay here forever.”

Another from this long list of prompts, completely unprompted.

Number Ten: “If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”


Stiles needed to take a good long look at his life, he decided as he dug the emergency plastic seat covers out of the trunk of the Camaro.

Reason number one: he and all of his friends kept emergency plastic seat covers in their trunks so in the event of a big bad monster exploding all over them, they wouldn’t have to explain massive blood stains to the guy at the auto detailing shop.

Again.

They only made that mistake once, and Lydia spent the night in jail three counties over.

Stiles shook out the plastic with a spiteful flourish at the universe, and laid it out over the leather passenger seat, while Derek did the same for the driver’s before sliding in.

Stiles hesitated, bracing himself.

Reason number two: Stiles was far too young to always be this sore.

He groaned as he lowered himself into the car and the plastic crinkled underneath him. His knee was messed up, he knew that much without professional opinion, but he was going to hold off on an official diagnosis unless it got to the point where he couldn’t walk on it. And he was pretty sure that none of the blood soaking his khakis was actually his, so compared to the last few big faceoffs, he was doing pretty well.

But it was the soreness, the constant aches when he got up in the morning—his shoulder actually ached with the weather. His grandfather had that problem, and even his dad didn’t have as many back problems.

Stiles was twenty-eight and there were days when a bad enough thunderstorm rolled through, and all he could do was lie on the couch and pop Tylenol like candy.

At this rate he’d be using a cane at thirty.

He yawned as Derek put the car in gear and drove towards home, letting himself drift off.

Reason number three: he was always, always exhausted.

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Unexpected Meeting

Summary: After years of feeling nothing, you finally get the sign you’ve been looking for, the sign that means your soulmate is alive. And he’s closer than you expected

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Soulmate AU)

Word Count: 2386

Warnings: none, just general fluffiness 

A/N: Thank you, Anon for requesting. This was super fun to write. I went with the Soulmate AU where you and your soulmate share senses. I hope you like it :)

Requests are open! | Masterlist

Originally posted by sebstanslaugh

Your parents told you that you share the same senses as your soulmate. Emotion, pain, pleasure; you’re supposed to feel it all, as they do.

And yet, you never felt a thing.

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Maid of Honour snaps and nearly takes out our wedding so I start a campaign against her.

(warning: the story might be fake / made up but still a good read)

My wife had a best friend who we will call Susan. I never particularly liked Susan but she was my wife’s best friend, not mine so I just kept my distance and let her have her girl’s days whenever she asked.

My wife eventually asked her to be the maid of honour at our wedding. After doing a poor job (missing the dress fittings, not planning the bachelorette party, and frankly just plain not helping) I wound up asking another bridesmaid to step in, which she did to great success.

Later on at a party Susan had a few drinks and told us all what she really thought about us. We assumed it was drunken ramblings and ignored it but the next day instead of apologizing she told us how we were bad friends and she no longer wanted to be in the wedding. This started a chain reaction which ended in over half of our wedding party leaving because of her side of the events.

My wife was already stressed about the wedding and this broke her. I channeled my anger into the more productive route of fixing the wedding party and mending friendships and thankfully the big day went off without a hitch.

Once the day was over and gone I finally was able to figure out what happened and realized that she had been spreading rumours about us amongst our friends in an attempt to ruin our wedding. Some of the highlights being how she was worked to the bone for her friend’s wedding, was spending a fortune to help us out without getting a single thank you, and how she didn’t think we were in love and were only doing it to get the wedding gifts.

Mess with me if you want but mess with my wife and wedding and the gloves are off. If she wanted to mess with my relationships then I would mess with her career.

  1. Susan was a hypochondriac so under the guise of mending fences I took to social meeting to suggest taking days off to heal whenever she was under the weather. End result: exhausted sick days
  2. Susan was lazy and frequently took personal days which were well documented on social media. I did some freelance social media for her boss causing her to stumble upon these posts. End result: unhappy boss
  3. Susan was a bit of a shopaholic so a mutual friend offered to be my double agent and went with her on various shopping sprees. End result: mounting credit card debt
  4. Susan had recently lost quite a bit of weight. I hooked her boyfriend up with some great restaurants and an account with just eat. End result: she gained back all the weight and then some
  5. Susan had used our address for some paperwork resulting in us receiving a lot of letters including one important license related one. I contacted her boyfriend (who was notoriously unreliable) to tell her about it and wasn’t surprised when she called me in a panic a month after the due date asking to pick it up which I happily obliged. End result: several fees related to the license and a lot of paperwork
  6. Bonus Susan also had a habit of talking about private issues at work, complaining about her boss, and telling people how useless her coworkers were. Thanks to her company’s new social media presence these were no longer exactly private. End result: General pariah in her industry

Susan was let go not long after I started my witch hunt against her and has since moved back in with her parents who are less than approving of her party antics and inability to keep a job.

My wife still occasionally wonders what happened to her remaining completely oblivious to my revenge.

Danger

i.e. Tae’s Scary When He’s Angry

Taehyung x reader

Word Count: 12,566 (yikes)

Dedicated to my equally obsessive and kinky friend, Abbie (you know you loved it).

Warning: lots of fluff, love (aka serious business), humor, awfully kinky situations, teasing, and smut (not all in that order though)

A/N: You’re welcome ;) This is the beginning of a series of drabbles for this couple, and was really fun to write. *It’s not meant to be completely realistic, but I tried to keep the boys’ characters in mind, but come on, we all fantasize.* Enjoy~

Important note: ‘Italicized words in this format are Y/N’s thoughts.’


  You had done everything in your power to get Taehyung’s attention, due to his recent unresponsiveness. You were sure he was snubbing you, but for what reason you didn’t know.

  Tonight, Tae and the rest of BTS had a stage and press meet for Mnet, and you, per the norm, were to go along with them for support. Tae rarely left you behind for events such as this because he hated the thought of leaving you all alone at home. The few times he had been forced to leave you alone, he rushed back in despair, with promises to make up for all the lost time. Not that you minded. Those nights definitely made up for it.

  The past few days though, Tae had been very quiet. But not just quiet. He barely even looked at you while you two were together. He kept leaving for work early, barely touching the special breakfast you always made for the two of you to eat together while watching each other from across the table, as neither one of you were awake enough to speak in the mornings. Instead both sleepily, and happily grinning at each another from your self-designated seats.

  Recently though, Taehyung just did not seem to want to have anything to do with you. He had always been so open with you, so the fact that whatever that was on his mind was keeping him from speaking openly with you, bothered you to no end.

 The first day, you just wondered if he was exhausted due to BTS’ recent mini-comeback, but you started to become fervent in your efforts to figure out what was going on with him. You checked just about every news and fan site dedicated to BTS to see if any of the fans had noticed something you hadn’t, but to no avail.      

 Apparently though, the fans seemed just as concerned about your husband as you. Not only was he distant at home, but at work as well. You had even texted the boys to ask them if they had any idea about what might be going on with him. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

 You began to panic after a few days because unsettling thoughts of Taehyung maybe cheating on you flooded your mind. You quickly dismissed them, though, because you knew Taehyung well enough to know that he would never cheat on you. Besides, you trusted him wholeheartedly. He was your best friend and hubbie after all.

  You were at a loss for what was going on with him, but you were determined to figure it out. At whatever the cost. Even if that meant flirting with the other members tonight at the event to get Tae jealous enough to speak to you.

 You knew Tae’s jealous and possessive side all too well. It happened to be the most effective method of getting what you wanted from him (not that you couldn’t ask for whatever you wanted, but it was typically worth the trouble when he was mad).

  You also knew the members of BTS well enough to know they’d be down for just about anything as long as no one was cheating on anybody, and was all in good fun. You were close with each of the boys, and you loved them all as your best friends, especially Taehyung, Jimin and Yoongi.


  Dressing for the event had been rather fun. You didn’t want something too revealing- that had never been your taste. You decided on a dark red turtleneck dress with long sleeves, and a short skirt that exposed your silky legs and thighs, and added red velvet pumps to top it off. You wanted to go all out tonight if you were going to go through with this plan.

  When you finished, you headed out of your closet and downstairs towards Taehyung. He had been pulling on his blazer when you walked out, and barely glanced at you when he grabbed his car keys. It wasn’t until he sat in the car, that something about you must have caught his attention, as he did a double take. He looked into your eyes with surprise for about 4 seconds before turning his eyes forward and starting the engine.

  Throughout the drive, Tae’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel, completely engrossed with the road ahead of him.

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Abandoned by Disney

(warning: very long story)

Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, “live” Ghost Town.

Disney built the “Treasure Island” resort in Baker’s Bay in the Bahamas. It didn’t START as a ghost town! Disney’s cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.

This is a FACT. Look it up.

Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place… yes, thirty million dollars.

Then they abandoned it.

Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule.

That’s where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn’t because of sand, and it obviously wasn’t because “foreigners are lazy”. Both are convenient excuses.

No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don’t I buy the official story?

Because of Mowgli’s Palace.

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SEXUAL FRUSTRATION pt. 2 - JBB

{synopsis} platonic relationship between reader and bucky until bucky decides to help reader relieve some stress

{warnings} male masturbation, a shit load of dirty talk (i might’ve gone overboard), vaginal fingering, tease!bucky, denied orgasm, dom!bucky, very lowkey hate fucking (more on the reader’s side than anything), metal arm kink

{pairing} dom!bucky x fem!reader

{word count} 2045

tags - @arabellaaurorabarnes , @firebendergirl33 , @justonenobody , @harrisbn @madbabie

   It had been two weeks since their little incident, and when Bucky said he wanted to get Y/N riled up, he wasn’t lying. It had been absolute torture for our poor girl; with the looks Bucky gave her when he walked into a room, the sinfully tight shirts he wore during training, the small moments when no one was looking that he would grind up against her, speak lowly in her ear and then leave like nothing had happened. Just this morning he pulled something that nearly made Y/N explode…


   Y/N grumbled as she made her way down the hallway to the elevator; the only thing on her mind being food. She had spent the entire morning cooped up in her room, particularly to avoid making any and all contact with a certain James Barnes (who happened to reside three doors down from her). She thought she had been doing a good job so far, and had actually gone as far as to ask FRIDAY about Bucky’s location throughout her time hiding out, just in case he decided to surprise her. So, as she passed his room, Y/N was quite surprised (and very alarmed) to hear low moans coming from inside. She thought she had made sure that Bucky’s room was clear before she set off on her escapade to retrieve food… guess she was getting lazy.

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friendly reminder

hello tumblr just a friendly reminder abt a few things that i have been thinking of lately

we all know that dan and phil take photos of each other but like.. what about the ones we dont see?? the cute 3am ones with bedhair, the ones where dan is asleep with the sun perfectly catching his face, the ones where dan is snuggled into phil on the sofa with his head resting on phils shoulder, phil wearing his glasses whilst making coffee in the morning shooting a lazy smile at dan, probably some really fucking aesthetic photos of phils collarbone or something because dont tell me that dan wouldnt be that kinda boyfriend, really fucking stupid photos of them together doing those overrated couple meme things like the sunset painting on ur s/o’s back except dan would probably slosh around the colours and then it would all just be one giant mess and by the end of it there’s probably paint in dans hair somehow

oh and dnp laying in bed, phils glasses on as he reads a book, his hand running through dans hair, who’s laying beside him with his head on phils chest, scrolling through tumblr, and every so often dan will giggle at something and phil looks at him and he just does that thing, you know that look, smiling and gently kissing dans hair who would then scoot closer to phil looking up at him and i swear that boy can see the universe in his eyes

but! whatever ! you! do! dont! think! about! 2009! and! all! the! cute! shit! they! did! like! texting! each! other! *nuzzles and moves closer to u* xDD! or! all! the! cuddles! in! bed! and! 3! hour! breakfasts! and! definitely! dont! think! about! eskimo! kisses!

AND the really late nights at the dnp household, ones where they both get home from an event and dan is piss drunk and phil carries him whilst dan blabbers on about god knows what probably the history of the universe lets be real here

 and the days where one of them is sad and they just hold each other.so close because fuck theyve been through so much together and they know all the heartbreaks and heartaches and sad eyes and really i know theyre adults but they deserve to be protected please i swear the only people they deserve are each other

meetings and anger and stress and deadlines and no time and bad hair and wrinkled clothing but every night, no matter what, they return to each other in the same bed and soft whispers of i love you and gentle reminders of everything’s going to be ok because with each other they know it will be 

also to you, dear reader, i would just like to remind you in a time of violence in our world, that you are valid and important. thank you for being you, because there is no other person like you. treat yourself nicely, because that’s what you deserve. i hope youre having an amazing day, and i hope you know that you are loved. even by dan and phil. you dont have to know every star in the universe to appreciate them all. and on a final note, it was recently RUOK day, so i would like to take this opportunity and ask, are you ok? i would love to get to know some people, and i would love to help out. please send me a message, its pretty lonely in there. if youre struggling right now, i know that everyone says this, but it’s only because its true; everything will be ok. life gets better. i promise.

okay but I feel like Harry would definitely send you nudes n shit while you’re in class

Like, you’d be listening to your professor lecture and your phone would vibrate and you’d take a quick glance and just about scream– it’d come out as a tiny garbled squawk.

And it’d be a thread of pics of him, starting from a selfie where he’s slumped into the couch in his donut hoodie with his messy nest of hair bc he didn’t feel like brushing it this morning so he just ran his fingers through it a couple of times and then called it a Grammy-worthy hairstyle. His face is neutral as he’s staring at the TV, the hood of the jumper hanging over his right shoulder and he just looks cozy and lazy. And then the second pic would be a pic of him looking down at some unknown thing off camera, but by the angle of the pic you deduce it’s his lap. And then the pic after that would be of him with his hand tucked into his black Nike running shorts, the outline of his knuckles showing that he’s cupping himself underneath. This picture would be followed by the caption, “im hard :(”

And you’d roll your eyes, typing back a quick “handle it” and locking your phone, setting it back on top of your textbook and continuing taking notes. It’d vibrate again, but you’d ignore it bc you don’t want to miss anything important. Then it buzzes again, and again, and again, and it keeps going at faster intervals and you know he’s aware that you’re ignoring him. You snatch it back up with a small, exasperated sigh, flicking through the 19 messages he’s shot at you. “help me!” “It hurts!!” “Don’t be so cruel :(” “baby I need you to cocks me through this!” “Get it? ‘Cocks’? Sounds like coax :D"

Then a pic of him all pouty with his big emerald eyes all doe-like. “just a quick one, c'mon. Just tell me what you’d do to me if you were here :)”

“I’d tell you that you sound like a fuckboy.”

“You answered so it worked”

“Because it was annoying. Now leave me alone I have work to do!”

And then a pic would come through of his bare hard-on, tucked out of his shorts and in his large hand with his fingers wrapped around it, pearls of pre-come shiny on the tip. “But I’m so hard for you :((”

You’d yelp, lowering your brightness to the lowest setting and tapping out an angry reply: “I’m. In. Public. You. Dipshit.”

“Scandalous ;))”

“do you want to get blocked again?”

“Tell me you wanna suck me off :)”

“if you use one more smiley face…”

“what, these? :)))) :-)))”

“Har, please. I have to go”

And before you shut off your phone a vid pops up and you see his face as the thumbnail, so you click it, glancing up quickly to make sure no one is watching and putting one earbud in.

“I’m really hard– s'like, it hurts a lot. And you’re not here and I just want you wrapped around me.” He frowns like a child, knuckling at his eyes and you can tell he woke up recently, even if it is one in the afternoon. “So ’m just gonna…hold on…this new phone’s a slippery one, innit? I’ve dropped it more times than I can count…”

The camera flips and, sure enough, there he is, all shades of red and purple, thick and veiny and bubbling over with jizz as he strokes himself at a medium pace, twisting every now and then to give the handjob some variety. “I just want you so bad, minx. Wanna push myself inside you while you’re all hot, wet, soft and tight…fucking hell, you’re so tight…”

You’d shift a bit, legs clamping out of instinct. He’s such a dick for doing this. You glance up and there’s 5 minutes left of class. You can make it.

He flips the camera back over to his face, where he’s leaning his head back against the sofa and biting his lips raw, tiny feathery moans oozing from them as his breathing gets heavier, his shoulders visibly jolting. “Oh, fuck me, doll. Make me come so hard, so much…Wanna taste you– just shove my face in between your pretty little legs and lick into you until you’re shaking.”

His jaw clenches, the muscle ticking and the veins in his neck chisel themselves into existence, his Adam’s Apple bobbing slowly as he swallows thickly. Sweat is beading his forehead, a few teeny curls sticking to his skin. You can see the hint of stubble that curtains the lower half of his jaw and trails onto the underside of his face and it only worsens the ordeal because you can just about feel it now, rubbing against your thighs as he’s in nose deep or scratching down the back of your shoulders as he takes you from behind. The little shit is staring directly into the camera and smirking, for fuck’s sake, licking the corner of his mouth and humming out a long groan. “Nice and hard for you, babygirl. Want you to fuck my brains out…”

The video ends there with Harry’s back arching off the couch, cutting off as he gives a watery yelp. You sit there, blinking tears of desperation from your eyes and trying to force the blush from your cheeks.

“When i get home, you’re fucked.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way ;)”

sketches [ cm x r ]

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fandom : Dear Evan Hansen

by : Victoire

pairing : Connor Murphy x Reader

summary : In which you are a gifted artist & Connor just so happens to be your unsuspecting muse.

word count : 4,519

warnings : Swearing

a / n : Here we are! I’m beyond excited to be sharing my first fic with you. I’ve recently gotten into DEH & really explored the characters as people, so I do hope the way I write Connor is enough for you! I had my ups & downs while writing this, but the result did prove successful.

Oh, & make sure to see if you can catch a hidden If I Could Tell Her reference in the fic! *winky face* I would love you for the rest of my days if you all could leave a like or maybe reblog! Feedback & constructive criticism are always welcome.


Biting your lip in concentration, your eyes carefully studied the sharp but somehow soft lines of his face. He was sitting diagonally in front of you, with a perfect view of his profile.

Why would you be drawing the infamous Connor Murphy in the middle of a calculus class, you ask? Honestly, you didn’t even have a valid reason except for the fact that he was absolutely beautiful.

His was a unique kind of beauty, dark & harsh & in all ways mysterious, but at the same time there was a sort of lightness to it, fragile & delicate.

It puzzled you sometimes, but you were still drawn to the enigma that happened to be Connor Murphy.

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“Where did the coffee table go ?”- Bruce Wayne x Reader

Just something short and stupid written in 5 minutes during my lunch break.  Didn’t proof read (I never do, I never can re-read anything I wrote so like meh) so sorry about any awful mistakes. Sometimes, I have really shitty ideas haha, hope you’ll still kinda like it though ^^’ :

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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“The mysterious case of the disappearing furnitures by detective/Batman’s partner Richard John Grayson, 8 and a half years old : 

Recently noticed that furnitures around Wayne Manor have gone missing.

_Suspects : Bruce Wayne, (Y/N) Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth or a stranger. 
_Motive for Bruce Wayne : reminds him of his parents so he’s changing them ? But that wouldn’t explain why they’re changed on a regular basis.
_Motive for (Y/N) Wayne : …I don’t know yet, but will find one, she’s too nice to me and maybe it’s a trick so we DON’T suspect her ? Maybe she has a huge furniture dealing web out there in Gotham ! 
_Motive for Alfred Pennyworth : Less to clean.
_Motive for “stranger” : Those furnitures must be expensive, selling them might be good, but then why does Bruce not react ? Maybe it’s a mind trick that stranger is playing on Bruce, getting rid of every pieces of furniture his parents bought ? 

All of the suspect have a motive, and a good one if I might say, and I will find what is happening to all those poor furnitures ! 

09/08/01, chest of drawers disappeared.
10/08/01, new chest of drawers arrived, Alfred rolled his eyes at it.
14/08/01, lawn table gone.
14/08/01, a bit later, saw Alfred took down a few pieces of Bruce and (Y/N)’s bed, the headboard I think.
18/08/01, started my interrogation : when I asked Bruce he became very pale and looked “horrified” (according to (Y/N) who entered, she said : “what’s that horrified face my heart ?”). I’m not sure what horrified means, but it doesn’t sound nice…maybe he feels guilty ? When I asked my questions about the broken and missing pieces of furniture to (Y/N), she just burst out laughing.
26/08/01, today, almost the entire living room was empty, I asked Alfred and he said he was remodeling…I think he doesn’t want to worries me about our furnitures being stolen.
01/09/01, Saw da Bruc Dad Bruce sneaking out with the a plank that I believe is from the coffee table in the living room…very suspicious”.

Smiling, Dick stops reading the clumsy handwriting he had when he was eight and puts down his old “very important cases” notebook back on his deck, sighing, nostalgic. 

Oh the good old days when he was the only “Batboy” (who was he kidding ? Dick knew that without little brothers his life would be boring. He makes a mental note though, to hide this forever from his brother’s sight, they would mock him too much for almost everything written in that thing).

“Where do all the furniture go ?” was his actual first case, and…oh ew, just thinking about what he discovered, a few years after he “opened the case”, where those furnitures went, was grossing him out. 

But he still couldn’t help but smile at his younger self. 

He was a rather cute kid wasn’t it ? His mom would agree.

His mom. 

“(Y/N) Wayne”, the woman who was “too nice, must be a trick”…Oh he was so wrong about that. You were nice because you were the best woman in the World. You were more than nice. You were…Oh man you were the best in everything ! Your hugs and soothing wordsgot him through so many difficult moments…

One of the only thing “bothering” him about you, was still kind of awesome.

It was so damn disgusting sometimes. But also overly adorable.

Your only “flaw” was to be too in love with Bruce, and vice versa. 

You two could be so gross when together, forgetting the world around you, kissing and embracing and EWWW ! 

Sometimes, your sons had to make sure you both knew they were here by making loud noises, and even then, more often than not, they’d be the one leaving the room rather than you two stopping being so goddamn in love. 

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Unpredictable

Requested: Nope

So the reasoning behind this imagine is because I sinned really bad and read this incredible imagine, which you can go read here and it got me in the feels. sO basically it made me want to write an imagine like that just without all of the sinning ofc. But if you do go and read that imagine, good luck, I’ll see you on the other side.

Also please give me feedback! It’s really appreciated! Plus let me know if you’d like a part two, I’m willing to write one for this imagine.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: Your brother is Harrison Osterfield, and your his younger sister (by like a few months, which he always teases you about which results in you both arguing), Tom is Harrison’s best friend, you’ve known him forever, but recently you started to feel different around him, making you rethink everything and worry about what Harrison would do if he found out the truth.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of drinking

Word Count: 2,992

A/N: So it’s almost 4am, and I’m in the feels, and Tom just posted that picture of them in the hot tub. You’ve been warned.

Originally posted by tomholland-trash

“Hey Y/N, Tom is at the door can you go and open it?” Harrison shouted down the hallway, making you let out a loud groan of annoyance.

“He’s your best friend, why can’t you let him in the god damn door.” You yelled back, refusing to get off the couch as Tom patiently waited outside.

He could hear you both yelling back and forth, the usual banter between the two of you.

Harrison stormed down the stairs, sending you a glare, which you gladly gave a condescending smile back at him.

“Hey man! Sorry about that, Y/N wouldn’t get off her lazy ass and open the door for you.” Harrison spoke the last sentence louder than needed, making you roll your eyes.

You stood up, walking towards the two by the door, a fake smile plastered on your face.

“And I’m sorry my dumbass of a brother couldn’t walk down a few stairs to open the door for his best friend.” You patted Harrison hard on the back, making him glare at you once again.

Tom just stood there, watching you both argue back and forth, eventually you two would stop, but it usually took a few minutes.

“Don’t you have something better to do rather than annoy me and Tom?” Harrison let out a dramatic sigh, raising his eyebrows at you.

You let out a fake laugh, patting him on the shoulder.

“Oh brother, you don’t want to know what I’m doing later.” You winked, making Harrison’s eyes widen, along with Tom’s, as you gave a small wave to the both of them, before heading up stairs to your room.

“-Wait! What does that mean? Y/N!” Harrison called after you, but he only heard you laughing in response.

“That girl, I swear to god.” Harrison muttered, rolling his eyes as he walked into the kitchen, Tom following after him.

“What’s with her lately anyways? She doesn’t normally act like this, at least not that I remembered.” Tom questioned, opening a beer and taking a sip of it.

Harrison shrugged his shoulders, taking a sip of his beer also.

“I don’t know man, but I’m tired of it, I’m constantly having to look after her and make sure she doesn’t do some stupid shit.” He groaned, making Tom laugh slightly.

“I know she probably doesn’t say it much to you, but I think she’s really glad to have a brother like you.” Tom smiled, giving Harrison a thumbs up.

“Thanks man, it’s hard sometimes, she’s my sister, and I love her to death, I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to her, even worse if someone dated her, lord.” Harrison muttered, taking another swig of his beer, before wandering outside to the pool, Tom alongside him.

You however, were texting your friends, they were planning on having a pool party later, which you were eager to go to.

The only problem was Harrison wouldn’t let you, especially with the swim suits you’ve been wearing lately.

You liked your body, you weren’t afraid to show it off either, but that’s exactly what made Harrison frustrated with you.

You packed your bag, stuffing in a swim suit, before heading down the stairs, your plan was to tell Harrison you were going out with your friends and that was it.

You wandered into the kitchen, looking for the two, before hearing music being played from outback.

You walked outside, seeing both Tom and Harrison in the pool, drinking their beers.

“Haz!” You shouted, but he didn’t hear you, making you roll your eyes in annoyance.

You walked over to the music, shutting it off, immediately catching their attention.

“What the hell Y/N.” Harrison shouted, making you smile innocently.

“I came out here to tell you I’m going out with some friends, I probably won’t be home until late.” You ran your fingers through your hair slightly, making Harrison look at you skeptically.

“Why so late?” He pressed, making you avoid eye contact for a split second, looking at Tom, who was also curious to hear your explanation.

“We, uh, are, um…” You trailed off, trying to make up some lame excuse, but Harrison was able to put it together before you could even manage to think of anything.

“Y/N, what’s in the bag?” Harrison questioned, getting out of the pool, motioning towards the bag you were trying to hide.

“Just stuff.” You shrugged, trying to play it off, but Harrison was too good at knowing your lies, and games.

“You aren’t leaving till I see what’s in that bag.” Harrison demanded, making you roll your eyes.

“It’s nothing! God! Why can’t I ever do something I want without you hassling me!” You shouted, shoving past him, making his jaw clench with frustration.

“Y/N, I swear to god if you leave this house..” He looked at Tom who was watching you cautiously, waiting to see what you would do next.

“What Harrison? What will you do?” You fired back, making both their mouths drop open, and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of satisfaction.

“See you later boys.” You winked, before disappearing into the house and off to your friends pool party.

“I can’t believe she just did that, she’s so dead when she gets home.” Harrison ran his hands over his face frustrated.

“She’ll be okay Haz, she is your sister after all.” Tom made a point, making Harrison relax a tiny bit, just a tiny bit.

“Yes, I know she is, but that is also what worries me, she’s unpredictable.” Harrison looked at Tom, who nodded in response, that she was.

Hours passed and you were having the time of your life, the pool party was epic, everyone was doing whatever they wanted, drinking, dancing, swimming, anything you could think of.

You were drinking, a red solo cup in your hand, as you were dancing with your friends.

“Guys! We need to get a group picture!” Your one friend shouted, making you all squeal in response.

They gave a random guy their phone, “Okay ready? one, two, three, say partaaayyy!” The guy laughed as you all cheered after him, the flash going off, you all quickly rushed to see the outcome of the photo and it was perfect.

You all were laughing, your red cups in all of your hands, you all were just having fun, something you truly needed.

You all posted it on your social media, being a bit buzzed you didn’t really care at the time.

You then continued to party on, drinking and having the time of your life.

“Oh for fucks sake, what in the hell is this.” Harrison groaned out, seeing your newly posted picture on Instagram.

“Damn, where is she?” Tom questioned, looking at Harrison who was beyond pissed.

“Well, she’s supposed to be hanging with her friends, which in a way she is, but obviously she’s at a friends party, in a very revealing swim suit and clearly very drunk.” Harrison muttered, placing his hand over his mouth.

“I should have checked her bag, I mean look at that, who knows what guys are there.” Harrison set his phone down, going to grab another beer from the fridge.

Tom took this as his opportunity to actually see the situation, and sure enough there you were, red solo cup in your hand, laughing at something someone said, your bikini extremely revealing.

Tom blinked a few times, unable to believe you would actually do something like this, but at the same time he always knew you had a dark side, and he wasn’t going to lie, he liked it a tiny bit, just a tiny bit.

He sat there a few moments, trying to get those thoughts out of his head, why was he thinking like that? You were Harrison’s sister, and he was Harrison’s best friend, there was no way he could get involved with you.

Hours passed and you finally arrived home, drunk off your ass, you were giggling at literally anything.

“Where have you been Y/N? Shit you’re so trashed right now.” Harrison sighed, seeing your overly happy expression on your face.

“Hazzyyy!!” You squealed, making Harrison sigh once again and pick you up, there was no way you could make it up the stairs.

“That shit wasss crazzzyyy.” You giggled, as Harrison set you down on your bed, you immediately fell back staring at the ceiling.

“Y/N, what were you thinking? Someone could have taken advantage of you!” Harrison shouted, making you wave your hands.

“I never get to have fun, and it was time I did!” You protested, sitting up a bit too quickly as Harrison had to steady you.

“Tom can you grab Y/N a cup of water please?” Harrison yelled down the hallway, hearing Tom yell back in response and soon appear with a glass of water.

“Here Y/N, drink this.” Tom handed you the glass, you watched him walk over to you, your mind shutting off for a brief moment.

“Thanks.” You replied quietly, a small smirk on your face as you took the glass from Tom’s hands, purposely brushing your fingers against his.

You could see his breath hitch slightly, making you grin with satisfaction.

You glanced over at Harrison, then back at Tom who was doing his best to keep his thoughts out of his head.

“Hazzyy, can you get me some Advil?” You gave a small smile, seeing Harrison sigh in response.

“Watch her please?” Harrison looked at Tom who nodded slightly, before looking back at you.

You watched until Harrison slipped around the corner, making you smirk at Tom, who was doing his best to avoid your gaze.

“Something tells meeee that you’re hiding something Hollandddd.” You raised an eyebrow, standing up the best you could.

“Y/N, you’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

“Someone that doesn’t know what they’re talking about sure does make someone nervous.” You fired back, making him lock eyes with you.

It was that split second you felt something you hadn’t ever felt before, there was a spark, and you were sure as hell Tom felt it too.

You saw his eyes widen slightly, he wanted to look away, but he couldn’t, something happened, and it wasn’t good, he knew he was in trouble.

You soon remembered you were still in your swim suit, a grin spreading across your face.

“Tom, since Harrison isn’t back yet.. can you grab my clothes for me to change into?” You sat down on your bed, you were still buzzed, there was no doubt about that, but at this point you just wanted to mess with him.

“Uhm, sure..” He stuttered, rushing over to find you something to wear, which was extremely needed at this moment.

He quickly pulled a random outfit together, handing you the clothing, before turning around.

“Hope you don’t mind, I’m just going to change here.” You spoke barely above a whisper, making Tom shut his eyes tightly.

Don’t picture you, don’t picture you, don’t picture you, Tom thought to himself, praying Harrison would return as quick as possible.

You put the clothes on, just in time for Harrison to return, seeing Tom’s flustered expression.

“Everything alright in here?” Harrison questioned, looking between you and Tom.

“Everything is great.” You smirked, taking the Advil Harrison brought you, before crawling into bed.

Tom had quickly rushed off, needing to get out of there as soon as possible.

What was happening to him? Or the better question was, what was happening to you?

Tom knew you had been acting a bit strange the past few months towards him, but he never thought anything of it until tonight.

That was one of the hardest nights for Tom to sleep, the constant questions flowing through his head, as Harrison was fast asleep.

The night went by quick, and you were the first to wake up, your head throbbing even with the Advil.

You wandered down the stairs, popping two more into your mouth, washing it down with water when footsteps were appearing in the kitchen.

“Well what do we have here?” Harrison raised an eyebrow at you, making you sigh and rub your forehead.

“I know I know, I lied.” You muttered, making Harrison nod in agreement.

“I know, Y/N, you’re so lucky mom and dad aren’t home this weekend.” Harrison scolded, making you groan.

“What even happened last night? I don’t remember much.” You admitted, looking between Harrison and Tom.

“Not much, you were just your annoying self times ten.” Harrison teased, making you joke laugh with him.

You looked at Tom who you could tell was deep in thought, peaking your interest as Harrison was cooking breakfast.

“You alright Holland?” You questioned, propping your chin on the palms of your hands as you glanced over at him.

“Y-Yeah uh, just thinking. Um, so you don’t remember.. anything from last night?” He questioned, making you do your best to remember, and then it hit you.

Your eyes widened slightly, signaling that Tom knew you remembered, both of your cheeks flushed red.

“I’m gathering you remember a bit..” Tom whispered, making you nod your head slowly, your eyes never leaving the counter.

Tom was focused on Harrison making pancakes, then took a side glance at you.

“We need to talk about it.” Tom whispered, sending chills down your spine, which didn’t go unnoticed to Tom.

He bit his lip slightly, making you cover your mouth, what was going on? Why did Tom have this much control over you suddenly? What did you tell him last night? Your mind was wandering everywhere to try and put bits and pieces together.

You remembered the spark you felt with Tom, but that was it, and you couldn’t understand why it was happening.

“Last I checked, I was unpredictable, I’ll choose when we’ll talk.” You whispered back, smirking slightly seeing Tom’s surprised expression.

“Alright guys! Who would like one of Harrison’s famous delicious pancakes?” He grinned, turning around with his chefs hat on, a plate of pancakes in his hand.

You took a small glance at Tom, seeing him take one at you, before you both gave a nod and smiled at Harrison.

“Eat up! There’s more where that came from.” He chirped, before continuing to cook the rest of the breakfast.

You sat there, taking a bite of your pancake, as Tom was sipping his coffee.

You glanced over at him, taking another bite of your pancake, giving him a look, causing Tom to choke on his coffee slightly, while giving you a glare in the process.

Harrison had no idea how right he was.

Say You Won’t Let Go

Group: BTS

Pairing: SUGA X READER

Requested: Anonymous said: Can you write something based off the song Say you won’t let go (by James Arthur) with Suga from bts

Summary: Yoongi looks back on your last year of your relationship, from the first time you met, your first date to now as he tries to write a song for you.

Genre: fluff

Length: 1.8k

A/N:  ive never written from the male POV but this song didn’t really leave an option so I hope its okay~

*song this was based off*

Originally posted by cyyphr

Yoongi had first laid eyes on you when you had barged through his favourite café’s door; your hair was sticking up in random positions as he leant against the counter and he soon became enraptured by your every move. As you were informed that the machine was broken he was certain you would leave but with a big smile you said you were happy to wait; you had been in the shop for less than a few minutes and already all the stressed servers had big grins as you still placed an order and he felt his lips pulling into a small smile at your endless positivity.

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sobriquet [ jungkook ]

noun : a descriptive name or epithet; a nickname

he’s declared himself your honey bunny chunkie wunkie and who are you to deny him?

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, comedy
type: college au
word count: 3,075 words
warnings: none
author’s note: i actually wrote half of this while completely drunk and had no recollection of it, but rochelle @gukstudio filled me in, so she’s the real mvp and here’s my take on #rochkook ♡ — based on very recent, very true events that consisted of too much liquid courage, one and a half frat parties, the boys next door, rosebushes, grilled cheese, and a whole lot of pizza rolls.


Eighteen years of living and at the cusp of youth, with one foot prematurely stepping over the line to the adulthood, you bask in the moment, abandoning all thoughts of midterm exams and looming due dates and instead, choose to dance wildly around in the crowded room with Yuna and Lisa. The harsh glow of the strobe lights cast weird shadows over everyone as the blaring music shakes the fraternity house to its core. With too many people spilling out onto the pavement, several boys now stand at the doorway, blocking the entrance and allowing only females to enter. Typical.

A game of beer pong has been haphazardly set up on the cramped kitchen counter, and you can see Jennie over there, tossing back her third cup, as several of the guys whistle at her. Still not feeling the effects of alcohol, she looks over and winks at you, a sly look on her face contrasting the confused one on yours, before a familiar pair of arms loops their way around your waist, and you suddenly understand.

You almost stumble as the person clinging to you sways forward, nearly taking you down with him. You quickly steady yourself before whirling around to meet the large, brown, doe eyed, but also glassy eyed, gaze of your boyfriend. Even drunk, with his dark hair messily swept around and a lazy smile quirking on the corners of his pink lips, he looks beautiful with a white shirt barely clinging onto his shoulders and exposing his collarbones while his ripped jeans accent his legs very nicely if you do say so yourself.

“Hello, my schnookums pumpkin bunny boo,” Jungkook manages to slur out, planting a rather sloppy kiss on your cheek with a loud smack.

Ah, yes. And the cringe worthy pet names have started to make its appearance, and you know exactly what that means.

Time to take your clearly very intoxicated boyfriend back to his place.

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The Worlds Greatest Detective

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Request: Hey there:) can I request something where Bruce comes back from patrol frustrated because the trail he was tracking went cold or something so the reader helps him blow off some steam? Can it be a little smutty please? Thanks;)

Description: After going on a wild goose chase with none other than The Riddler, Bruce returns frustrated and defeated. Y/N attempts to make her lover feel better, but only one thing can make him feel like himself and clear his mind. 

Smut: yep! 

Words: 2266

Requests are open!

Masterlist

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