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stronger ❖ jongin (6)

❝Watch your mouth, little girl❞

(gif not mine, cr to the owner)

fluff, smut (in this chapter/+future), daddy kink, heavy petting, light chocking kink, semi-public smut, dad!jongin au, ceo!jongin,  age gap, if you don’t like, don’t read | velvet


Some minutes after you moved in the living room with two cups of chocolate in hands, trying not to fall with the fluffy slippers on that were making your feet slip on the floor. The scene in front of you was one of the sweetest, the television was on and some cartoons were playing, Jongin was caressing Taeoh’s head that was lying on his strong thigh. As soon as they heard you they turned to look at you, Taeoh snapping up and standing with his little feet on the couch. Jongin smiled sweetly at you.

Here you go, watch out, it’s hot❞ you told Taeoh putting the cup on the glass table in front of him. Nevertheless Taeoh, as soon as you put the chocolate down, ran down the couch and picked the cup up, bringing it to his mouth.

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School Dances - Richie Tozier

Originally posted by agent-69

word count: 4311
warnings: swearing
a/n: yes i know it’s mileven but they’re my babies and it was a good gif so politely fuck off.  also i’m sorry this is a lame title,  and it’s been so long since i’ve posted

[ love is arguing, but not attacking ]

You had your feet up on the couch, using your legs as a makeshift table as you sketched away in your notebook.  Everyone was at Bill’s for a sleepover, and you and him were currently sketching while the others were playing Atari.  You were never one much for video games.

“What do you think?” You asked quietly, leaning over to show Bill your pencil sketch of the quarry you’d all been to countless times.  Bill smiled and nodded.

“I-I like it” He told you, and you went back to your sketching again.


“You should draw me sometime sweetheart” You jumped slightly as you spun around, eyes narrowing at the boy leaning over the back of the couch.

“Damnit Richie you almost made me mess it up!” You scolded, but he just grinned before hopping onto the rug between Eddie and Ben.  You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

Yeah, you and Richie were friends.  You were both in the Loser’s Club, and always shared good times and awesome adventures.  Not including the whole Pennywise fiasco last summer.  It was just that he was such a trashmouth, and you were so introverted, that the connection was hard.  So most of the both of your time spent together was either arguing, or really great and fun.

It was 90% arguing.

“y/n? Earth to y/n” You blinked to see Eddie was snapping his fingers in front of your face.

“Sorry what’d you say?” You asked again.

“I asked if you were going to homecoming” He repeated, eyes flicking to the screen momentarily to see Bev’s character dominating over Richie’s.  Richie yelling and whining about how he ‘was the professional here’.

“Thanks Ed but you’re just a friend… I’d rather be asked by someone interested-”

“Oh no no no no no no I didn’t mean it like that y/n I wasn’t asking you ou-”

“You’re asking y/n out?” Richie abandoned his game to glare over at Eddie, but you missed it after being too focused by her drawing.

“Fuck no!” Eddie screeched, now gaining your attention again.  Eddie went on this rant about your friendship and all that, but you just sat there quietly.

Were you really that unideal of a homecoming date? Maybe you didn’t have the body of a senior, maybe you weren’t perfect, but you thought you’d at least suffice.

“I’m gonna get a drink” You muttered, tossing your sketchbook carelessly to the side of the couch.  You stood up without another word, walking to the kitchen and blinking hard so you wouldn’t cry.

“Fuck Tozier” Eddie grumbled.  “You made your girl sad”

“She’s not my girl” Richie replied in a quieter tone, paranoid you could still hear him from the kitchen.

“Ri-Richie you should t-talk to her” Bill said, but Richie shook his head, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“I can’t” He said, feeling as pathetic as he sounded.  Bev rolled her eyes, standing up and going after you.

“You’re a pussy” She called back to him before consoling you quietly in the kitchen.

It was late,even for you, and you had quite the night owl tendencies.  But you didn’t care, preferring to lean over the kitchen counter with your second cup of cocoa as you worked on a sketch.  A different one from before, this one you’ve been adding to for months, and still, it just doesn’t seem perfect.  You didn’t like to share them until they were perfect.

You groaned softly, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.  Your eyes briefly flicking to the little candle you had on the counter, wondering briefly if you should just scrap the whole page.  Then shook your head, not liking the destructive thought.

“y/n?” Your head snapped up, hands propping you at your chin.  “What’re you doing up it’s like… two in the morning” Richie spoke, voice tired and a mumble.

“Was I loud?” You whispered, and he shook his head, messy hair flopping in front of his face.  You watched him pull his glasses from where they were folded to slide into the neck of his shirt, fitting them onto his face and pushing them up his nose.  You found yourself smiling at this, even though it was a simple action.

“No I just… couldn’t sleep” He said lamely with a shrug.  He wandered over to where you stood, peeking down at your notebook.  You pulled it towards you anxiously, flipping the pages so he couldn’t see what you’d been working on.

“Me too” You finally responded, drawing his attention away from the book.  But it didn’t work.

“What’re you drawing?” He asked, and you felt the nervous butterflies fluttering relentlessly in your chest..  Your fingers curled tighter around the pages.  “What? Scared I’m not gonna like my sexy portrait?” He smirked at his own comment and your eyes narrowed.

“Why would I want to show you anyways, you’re just gonna make fun of it” You said, holding it against your chest.  Richie’s smirk pulled into a frown instantly.

“I won’t” He said quickly.

“I don’t believe you” You mumbled back.  His frown deepened.  You set your book back down on the counter, keeping it closed as you reached to drink from your mug.

“y/n… come on… what do you think I’m gonna do?” He tried to keep his voice quiet, soft.

“I dunno…” You murmured out again.  “Make fun of it?”

“I promise I won’t” He responded fast, truly trying to persuade you to show him.  You bit down on your lip, glancing anxiously around before picking up the book again, sliding it over to him.  Richie grinned, his cheek a pink hue illuminated in the candle light.

You wanted to draw that.

He opened up the cover carefully, seeing your name and information printed neatly on the inside cover of it.  He turned the page, and you awaited his reaction to your first sketch.  It was simple, just a night sky.  You remembered how you spent forever shading in the different patches of the sky, and perfecting each point of the little stars you added.  Richie almost reached out to brush his fingers over the perfected crescent moon you’d drawn, but pulled away at the last moment, not wanted to ruin your masterpiece.

“It’s not… it isn’t perfect it was when I was first starting to draw-”

“It’s beautiful” He cut you off.  “And this was when you were an amateur?” Your teeth sunk into your lip again.  “y/n you’re so fucking talented!” He smiled up at you before flipping the page, seeing an arrangement of flower sketches all over it.

“That was uh.. That was practice for something else” You said, fingers wringing together.  Bill was the only one you shared your work with, the both of you critiquing and admiring each other’s pieces.  But this was… this was different.

“They’re nice” He commented quietly, then moved on to another page.  This one was the one he’d briefly saw earlier, of the quarry and it’s sparkling waters, the morning sun giving it this effect.  He smiled, being reminded of countless memories spent there with the Losers.  Another page turn, and this time he paused.

His eyes scanned over your most secreted drawing, the one that’s seemed to take you an eternity, every detail needing to be at absolute perfection.  A slow grinned tugged his lips open, a pearly white smile being flashed your way before back to the notebook.

Inside was a sketch of the whole gang, arms linked over everyone’s shoulder.  Mike, then Stan, Ben, then Eddie, then Richie, Bill, Beverly, and you.  There wasn’t any scenery yet, so far just the basics of each person.  Facial features, clothing, hair.  Richie looked at his own character, his grin in the sketch lopsided, glasses crooked and eyes large.  His hair was even messier than usual and his tee shirt read Loser.  All the shirts had the same logo on it.

“y/n this is so…” He breathed out heavily, for once, not having anything to say.  “It’s fucking amazing, it’s perfect” You blushed deeply and darted your eyes away from his.

“I was going to give it to Bill for Christmas… I mean it’ll probably take me that long anyways and I thought after… last summer it’d be kinda… you know?” You trailed off, not wanting to say the words.  Richie nodded, glancing once more at the page before closing the book.

“I’m really glad you showed me” He said, and you only nodded your head in response, taking the last drink of your cocoa and setting the mug in the sink.

“I should go back to bed” You said, taking the notebook in your arms once more.  Richie opened his mouth, maybe to protest and ask you to stay, or to say he wasn’t tired yet, he wasn’t even sure.  So he sighed inwardly and gave up on finding the right words.

“Yeah, it’s late” He said, and you both trudged on your tiptoes back to the living room where the arrangement of sleeping bags were strewn all over the place.  You looked back at him as you sat down in yours, holding onto your pillow as he settled in again for the night.

“Goodnight” You whispered, and he looked over at you as he took off his glasses and folded them up.

“Night y/n” He replied, and you smiled gently before laying down and getting comfortable.  Richie smiled to himself as well while he laid down and went to sleep.

The next day at school you were all groggy from staying up so late, especially you and Richie.  Which the others commented about numerous times.  But you brushed it off and ignored their ongoings as you put in your locker combination.

“I’m too tired for this” You hummed to Richie, who nodded, eyes shut as his side leaned against the locker next to you.  Only hearing pieces of Eddie yelling at Beverly for her smoking habits.  Not that she cared, but it was funny to get him riled up.

“Oh look! It’s my favorite girl!” Suddenly your locker was slammed shut, and you jumped to see Henry Bowers had wedged himself between your now closed locker and yourself.  You backed up immediately, finding his aroma to be absolutely ghastly.

“Take a shower fuck-bag” Richie groaned

“Fuck off loser, I’m only here for y/n” Henry stroked an oddly gentle hand down your cheek, and you winced with disgust.  “How are ya y/n? I missed school yesterday… did you miss me?” You gagged aloud.

“No Henry, I didn’t miss you” You uttered, yanking your face away from his hand.  “Don’t touch me” You added, hiking the strap of your backpack higher on your shoulder.  Henry smirked, an eyebrow arching tauntingly.

“Come on sweetheart, don’t be that way” He leaned forward to meet your eye level.  “I know all I gotta do is ask you to lift your skirt a little, isn’t that right boys?” Your face fell at the horrible and untrue accusation.  “But that’s alright, it’s nice when they’re easy” His hand was back on you again, toying with the collar of your shirt and trailing over your throat.

“Hey!” Henry was shoved away, toppling to the ground.  “She said not to touch her you fucking pervert!” Your eyes widened at Richie, and your fear only increased as Henry stood up, grabbing the boy by his shoulders and pinning him to the row of lockers.

“You better fucking watch it four eyes!” Henry yelled in his face.  “I’ll fucking gut you-!”

“Mr Bowers?” Richie fell to the floor as Henry dropped him as soon as the scolding voice of a teacher rang in the air, silencing the hall.  “You wouldn’t want a call home would you?”

Henry took off, leaving the Losers alone in the hallway.  Whoever the teacher was, simply turned and walked away as well, not saying another word.

“y/n are you-”

“What the fuck?” You cut off Ben’s almost question as you whipped around to look at RIchie.  “What was that!?” Richie, confused by your sudden burst of anger stood up and scrunched up his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry?” He said sarcastically.  “That asshole had his hands all over you, the disgusting mullet wearing-”

“Well I didn’t need your saving” You said, adjusting your bag, your face fallen as you turned to head away.

“y/n-!” He called but you didn’t even so much as glance over your shoulder.  Just kept on going.  His lips fell to a frown as he looked at his friends, who all seemed confused.

Except Bev, who frowned herself as she shook her head.

“”What’s going on what happened? She.. she’s actually mad at me?”

“No Rich, she’s just embarrassed” The girl said, but his expression didn’t change.

“But she… but I’m…” he sighed, defeated.  His shoulders slumped as he began to walk away as well, wanting to follow after you, but instead heading to class.

He hadn’t meant to hurt you, or offend you.  He was only trying to keep you safe.

Three days passed and you’d done everything you could to avoid Richie, even though you still saw him everywhere.  Walking past your classes, which you were sure was on purpose, in the lunchroom, in your gym class, and you swore that every time you turned your head, he was darting away somewhere.

“n/n? You gonna show me your dresses or not?” Beverly asked you.  You blinked, looking up from where you were sat on the floor against your bed.

“Bev I don’t really wanna go to the dance… do I have to?”

“Of course! Come on it’ll be fun” She said, already opening up your closet to look through your things.

“But… Richie’s gonna be there” You said weakly.  Beverly just laughed, and pulled a dress from your closet.

“This one” She said, and laid a dress off the side of the mattress.  You looked at it for a moment, not remembering having worn it except for your aunt’s wedding.  That seemed so long ago.

Ever since the events last summer, a time before that just seemed like another era altogether.

“Beverly just… no thanks” You mumbled, looking back at her.  She only crossed her arms.

“Come on.  It’s in one hour y/n” She pleaded softly.  “You and I will hang out, and if you want….” She sighed deeply.  “I’ll even make Richie to swear to stay away from you”Your eyes widened a little bit, but she still noticed.  “Even though I don’t even understand why you two are so… I don’t even have the word for it.  Being stupid?”

“I’m ashamed Bev, someone else had to come and save me.  Again.  I’m so sick and-and tired of needing to be rescued!” Your friend frowned.

“Sweetheart, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.  It’s what good friends do, we help each other out.  And quite frankly, Richie was right.  Henry was being a creep, even more than usual.  Of course he was in a jealous and protective rage”

“Jealous?” You repeated in a whisper.

“Well duh, the boy digs you” Beverley brushed it off like it was obvious.  “He was just trying to keep you safe is all.  He wasn’t trying to make you feel like a damsel in distress”

You chewed on your lip, now staring at the dress she’d picked out for you as your thoughts ran wild with this new information.

“Fine” You huffed out after a long period of silence, standing up and snatching the outfit aggressively.

Richie did what he usually did at school events.  Or most events for that matter.  He found a seat, and began counting down the minutes until he could go home.

Did he want to be at the school dance? Not really.  Had his friends pretty much persuaded him to come anyways? Yep.  But there he was, sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair at a black and white (and pink? What was this fucking valentine’s day?) themed school dance.  His friends all gathered on the gym floor and dancing obnoxiously to some song he hadn’t heard of before.  All the while he just sat and watched.

All Richie could think about was how maybe if he hadn’t been a dumbass, he’d at least be sitting here with your company.  Knowing that you weren’t one much for getting up and dancing in front of your peers.  His night could’ve been filled with fun conversation and the stupid game of pointing out the best and worst outfits of the night.  But he hadn’t even seen you arrive.

And he was pretty sure that you wouldn’t be.

He’d watched the clock till it was ten minutes into the dance. The boredom was weighing down heavier and heavier and soon he was slumped over his seat, his elbow propping his chin up and his glasses sliding down every now and then from slouching.  Eleven minutes.  Twelve.  Thirteen.  Fourt-

Richie nearly jumped out of his seat when the gym doors swung open, this time not revealing one of the chaperones coming in, but you and Beverly.

And wow, you looked perfect.  And Richie thought you looked like an angel on a normal day.  But this was… this was a fucking occasion he should’ve planned for.

She walked in looking nervous, like she felt out of place.  And to him, she was, she blew away any of the other girl’s who even tried tonight.  Her hair was in curls, some of it pinned back behind her head.  Her dress was a pale pink color that fell to her ankles, sleeves that came almost all the way down her arms, and something in him wanted to touch it to see if it felt as soft as it looked.

Richie blinked, eyes growing even wider behind the thick frames.  He wasn’t even sure if she was real.  He watched as Bev pushed on your arm gently, then nodded towards him.  He almost didn’t redirect his gaze before you’d looked to where she pointed.  Luckily, you hadn’t caught him openly staring.

“Damn it” You whispered, hoping to have gone the night without an interaction.  But it was already too late for that.  “Bev let’s go-”

“No way! You promised me you’d at least try” She reminded, and you winced, glancing back over to Richie secretly.

He was staring straight at you, and was completely obvious about it.  He must not have been able to tell that you were looking out of the corner of your eye.  Because he was still staring at you.

Well, you were staring at him too but that was different.  You couldn’t help it.

“He looks beautiful” Was the first thing you said, and Beverly made a weird sound as she turned to see where your eyeline had fallen.  Her brows rose when her sights landed on Richie Tozier.  Moping like a four year old but staring at you like an old lover.

“Beautiful?” She questioned, her surprised face scrunching up with confusion.  You nodded, turning back to face her, a gentle smile on your lips.  He was in a suit, sort of.  It was a dark grey, but the collared shirt underneath it was white, and his tie was black.

You were pretty sure he’d worn it to Georgie’s funeral, minus the tie.

“Yeah” You answered Beverly, who was now grinning ear to ear whilst you blushed at the sight of Richie all dressed up.  “Nice, he looks nice” You stammered out, and Beverly rolled her eyes good naturedly.

“He does.  You should go tell him”

“I don’t think he’d like to speak to me” You whispered, scared he’d hear, even from thirty feet away.  Your fingers began to twirl and intertwine with themselves out of nervousness.

He still hadn’t looked away.

“I beg to differ” Your friend told you.  But before you could ask her why, Bill and Eddie had walked up to the both of you.

“Hey what the hell’s up with mopey McMoperson over there?” Eddie asked, nodding off towards the glasses wearing boy who was now looking fascinated by the floor.  Bev glared at the short boy, a sigh falling from her lips.

“Could we be anymore discreet?” She muttered sarcastically.

“What? I was just wondering if he’s still all hung up over y/n”

Bill smacked his hand against his forehead, and Bev glanced over at you.  Your face had fallen, lips parted, eyes saddened and staring down at your hands, still locked together in a knot.

“n/n I didn’t mean it like tha-”

“I’m just gonna go sit and drink some punch” You cut off Eddie’s apology with a small mumble, and headed off towards the beverage table.  You swiftly poured a plastic cup of punch then made your way to the empty seats along the side of the gym.  Opposite of where Richie had sat himself.

You passed the time watching the girls twirl around in their pretty dresses and fancy hairdos.  Some wearing makeup you were sure they stole from their mothers vanities.  You picked out the dress you liked best, something blue and frilly.  Pretty, but not over the top like some of the others.  After all, it was just a school dance.

“Why aren’t you dancing out there with them?” You looked up to see Richie standing in front of you.  Your mouth opened, but you were in such a shock that no words came out.

“I-I… I don’t know” You said pathetically, mentally slapping yourself for saying something so lame.

“Well do you want to dance with me?” Again, your brows rose as you were thrown for another loop.  What!?  “I know I’m not ideal” Richie continued.  “But pretty girls shouldn’t sit through an entire dance and watch everyone else” A small smile pulled on your lips at the compliment, and you nodded your head slowly, and he reached his hand out to you.  You took it, ducking your head down so that your blush wouldn’t be seen.

“Thanks” Was all you managed to say.  Your eyes still glued to the gym floors, not realizing he was staring directly at you, with a soft intensity.

“I’ve missed you” He blurted, without thinking, as he always did.  But this was different.  You looked up at him, eyes round as a doe’s, a look of pure innocence and curiosity held in them.  “I’ve missed you a lot” He continued.  “I’ve missed talking to you and messing with you and seeing you draw and even just seeing you in the hallway”

While what he was saying was true, he couldn’t stop speaking.  And he began to freak that this would lead him somewhere ugly, telling you all this.  But at the same time… he didn’t care.

“And after… after all that shit with Pennywise and you and I… we… we got closer and I really fucking loved that because let’s face it! You’re great!” Your lips felt sewn shut, though they had dropped open just slightly.  “ANd you get shit and I don’t… I don’t get it! You get shit from your parents because they think you aren’t good enough but y/n you’re fucking perfect and if you ever believe otherwise I’ll… well I’ll off myself! It’d be the end of the world!”

“Rich…” You said softly, hoping he’d quiet down seeing that other dancing students were now watching this scene unfold.

“No I-! I don’t care! Let them watch I don’t care!” He looked around at all the prying eyes, most of them shooting to look away before being caught.  “And y/n I’m sorry, I’m sorry for what I did, and I swear I only did it because I… well I wanted to protect you” He sighed, defeated, and finally quieting down a little bit.  “And I know you don’t need my protection… hell you barely even need me but dammit I need you

Your eyes widened impossibly further, surprised by this confession.  You sniffled, your hands around his neck tightening a little, pulling yourselves closer together.

“Look I… I’ve never done this before, I’ve never even felt this way before but you… you just make it seem natural.  Like I’ve been doing this for ages” Your eyes, wet with tears, crinkled up as a smile tugged your lips upwards.

“Richie you-” Your quiet voice was cut off again.

“y/n I think I’m in love with you” He said, head ducking down so it was ensured only your ears would hear it.  Your noses nearly touched, your head tilted back to properly meet his eyes.  You sniffled again, quickly rubbing your fist under your eyes to stop the tears from falling before holding onto him again.

“Richie” You said, voice weak with a wet laughter.  Cheeks rosy pink with a bashful blush.  “You’re the sweetest trashmouth I know” You whispered.  He smiled lopsidedly, one of his hands on your waist raising to tuck a loose strand of  hair out of your eyes and behind your ear.

“And you are a beautiful stubborn angel” He replied.  You blinked, licking over your lips and biting your cheek to keep from smiling too much.  WIth that, he leaned into you, you barely standing onto the tips of your toes to meet his lips in a soft kiss.

You’d been kissed before, by your parents, a fleeting boyfriend once a long time ago, but this felt so, so different.

Perfect, right.

And when you parted, eyes wide for a moment out of the shock it left you in, Richie smiled at you, leaning his forehead down against yours.

“I think I’m falling in love with you too, Richie Tozier” You mumbled, eyes fluttering shut as you swayed softly to the music with him.

He just smiled with delight, staying silent.

It was comfortable to be silent with you there.

k but in real life he’d be runnin’ his mouth about how hot you are and how much he wants to shove his tongue down your throat, but let’s be real, he’d still be a sweetie

xoxo ~ jordie

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FRIENDSGIVING WITH HARRY AND NICK!!!! But neither of them fully understand the concept but still play along bc it means so much to you

“Didn’t pilgrims slaughter and enslave the natives?” Nick’s asking as he passes the mashed potatoes.

“It’s a holiday, shut the fuck up and eat your greens,” Y/N grumbles, scowling at her best friend. Harry’s sitting in-between them, at the head of the table, silently eating his turkey and just watching them.

“Dunno what’s so great about cranberries, this seems like too many of them,” Nick continues his commentary, picking up the spoon of sauce and plopping it back into the bowl. 

“Say something you’re thankful for, Nicholas Grimshaw.” Y/N seethes between her teeth. Nick’s glaring right back at her. It’s not rare for them to do this, although it’s one of the first times Harry’s seen it so he’s completely shocked and nervously chewing on stuffing.

“I’m thankful that Harry showed me how to hide some of this food in my napkin to dump later.”


“I think the food’s great, Y/N, I promise, I know yeh worked hard on it ‘n Nick just said it was gross when yeh were getting the cider ‘n so I-”

“Y’all are both fucking cancelled, I hate both of you. All I wanted to do was celebrate a holiday with my friends.”

“Yeah, but this shit isn’t us,” Nick explains, shrugging. “Let’s order acai bowls, get wine drunk, and play strip poker.”

Harry nods, looking at Y/N. “Would be more us, Y/N.”

“Fine, whatever.” Y/N grumbles, before realizing she’s being a bit silly, and that she doesn’t even eat turkey so it was all a bit of a waste. Most of the food is store-bought, anyway, and her British friends had brought unrelated food, thinking a Friendsgiving was like a normal potluck.

Nick’s watching her with his eyebrows raised, a grin on his face as he waits for her to get over her small tantrum. Harry’s gulping down some more cider, eyes wide on the both of them, still unsure of how things would go down.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go. Stripping ends at boxers this time, okay?”

Not the First - Cheryl Blossom x Reader

A/N: Hey so I wrote this a while ago and just decided to post it, so the whole struggle for Kevin to get over Joaquin is pretty much already over in the show. Anyway, I love Cheryl a bunch and I hope you like this!

Ever since B and V became what they were (a beautiful friendship between two girls supporting each other) they threw slumber parties every other week. The location switched between their houses every few weeks or so and, while the first few get togethers only consisted of the blonde and raven-haired girls, eventually the invitation was opened to both you and Kevin.

Since that fateful day, you spent most (if not all) of the week leading up to those sleepovers in eager anticipation. It’s not like your time at school wasn’t fun, you were a straight A student and had a great group of friends to spend the days with, but de-stressing with the girls was a great way to end the week and let loose. Nobody ever got exceptionally wild, in fact, the only person who was ever really itching to go out was Kevin, and he always got shot down.

You were now at one of those slumber parties, jamming to some bubblegum pop while sitting on Betty’s bed, filing your nails. You understood how cliché of an action that was, but you also cared about your nails and needed to be doing something with your hands, so it just worked. Kevin was lounging at the end of the bed, pouring over some trashy gossip magazine (you constantly remind him about how idiotic those things are but then he starts dissing your guilty pleasure, Twilight, and you shut up real quick). Betty and Veronica, meanwhile, are sitting on the floor while the latter braids the former’s hair.

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Back with a bang! Karlie Kloss makes a STUNNING return to the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show in thigh-high heels, glittering lingerie and feathered wings - three years after retiring as an Angel

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Karlie Kloss officially hung up her Victoria’s Secret Angel wings three years ago but it looks as though the model has lost none of her confidence when it comes to strutting her stuff on the catwalk in the brand’s famous Fashion Show.

The 25-year-old, who retired as an Angel back in February 2015, a few months after walking in the 2014 show, made a stunning return to the event this year, wowing the crowds in Shanghai as she made her way down the runway in two fierce ensembles.

First, Karlie stepped out on stage in a very angelic outfit comprised of a glittering ivory-colored bra-and-panties set, a beaded robe, dazzling silver and feather necklaces, thigh-high lace-up heels - and, of course, a pair of beautiful feather-embellished wings.

She’s back! Karlie Kloss has made a return to the Victoria’s Secret runway - three years after she hung up her Angel wings

Working it! The 25-year-old looked as though no time had passed since her last appearance in the brand’s famous fashion show, and she made a confident and seriously sexy appearance on the catwalk

Karlie beamed with delight as she made her way down the runway in front of the crowds - having had to perform in the show not once, but twice. The first show was recorded for the broadcast which is due to air on November 28 on CBS - while the models’ second runway walks were done in front of an audience and photographers.

But if the long day was taking a toll on her, coding fan Karlie - who actually took a step back from her commitments with the brand in order to pursue her studied at New York University - showed no signs of tiredness as she made her way down the runway.

Having rocked her first look, Karlie then returned to the runway in a second, rather more risque ensemble, modeling a red tartan outfit that was made up of a bra and matching studded panties and a floor-length red plaid robe.

The look was accessorized with a pair of very saucy thigh high leather lace-up boots.

And while she may have taken several years off from the hotly-anticipated catwalk event, she looked to be in better shape than ever - something which she says is down to her intense training regime for the New York City Marathon, which she completed earlier this month, days before flying to China.

‘I just ran the marathon and that was one of the greatest physical and mental challenges that I ever willingly signed up for, and I’m kind of addicted to it now,’ she told People. 

Stunner: Karlie modeled an amazing ensemble which featured a glittering bra-and-panties set and a floor length sheer robe

Flying high! The ensemble was accessorized with a pair of lace-up gladiator-style sandals and - of course - some beautiful wings featuring petals and feathers

Cheeky! Karlie made a funny face at fellow model Bella Hadid who showed off her butt cheeks in a thong as she turned around on the runway

You get a picture, and you get a picture! Karlie appeared totally at east as she modeled the skimpy ensemble

Getting ready to role: The model happily posed for a few more candid snaps as she waited backstage before the show’s start

'I want to do it next year and maybe run another one in between. I’ve always dreamed of doing it and it was tough, but it was a great way to train for this runway.’

She added that she thinks maintaining a healthy diet - not just in the lead-up to the show, but all year round - is also essential to looking and feeling great, explaining that because the models spend so much time 'traveling an on the road’ they have to 'treat ourselves like athletes’.

However, Karlie did admit that she was looking forward to indulging in some post-show treats, joking that she had 'heard rumors there is going to be pizza’ which she couldn’t wait to get stuck into after changing out of her stunning catwalk clothing.  

Both of Karlie’s looks were very different to the ensembles she modeled when she last appeared in the show, back in November 2014 when she walked as an official Angel.

At the time, the then-22-year-old showcased two gold-focused outfits, the first featuring a beautiful pair of metallic rose gold wings, while the other featured a jacket that looked like a pair of feathered gold wings had been draped around her shoulders.

But despite finding serious success as an official Angel, Karlie’s retirement was announced just months later in February 2015, when the lingerie giant’s senior creative director Ed Razek confirmed that she had become too busy to fulfill her commitments to the brand. 

Round two: Karlie also modeled a second look during the show, a much more festive-looking red tartan number

Don’t mess with her! The blonde beauty rocked the matching bra and studded panties, teaming them with a fierce pair of thigh-high lace-up boots

Looking good! Despite taking three years off from the show, Karlie looked like she was in sensational shape

Sharing the spotlight: At one point, Karlie posed at the end of the runway alongside fellow model Cindy Bruna

Rising up: At 6’ 2", Karlie is one of the taller models to walk in the show, and could be seen standing several inches above her co-stars Adriana Lima, Georgia Fowler, Alessandra Ambrosio and Sara Sampaio as they posed together backstage

The class of 2017! The models all gathered on the runway for a group shot to celebrate this year’s successful event

However, while Karlie, who joined the brand in 2011 as a campaign star and fashion show model, before signing on as an Angel in 2013, was officially hanging up her wings, Mr Razek suggested that the brand would always be open to her returning whenever she was ready and had the time to commit.

Karlie and I met several months ago to discuss the many things she hoped to do in her life and career,’ he wrote on his Instagram account while confirming the model’s decision to retire as an Angel.

'As we talked, it became clear she would not have the time to fulfill her myriad commitments.

'Reluctantly, we agreed she would leave the brand at the end of her contract.

'Karlie is one of a kind, a very close friend, someone I truly admire and love. She is, without question, one of the best models ever. But she is an even better person. Her future is unlimited, and I am excited to see all the good she will do.

'Karlie Kloss will always be an Angel to me.’

And the blonde bombshell certainly had similar feelings, telling People backstage at the show that she was thrilled to be returning to the catwalk for such a 'very, very special’ show. 

Way back when: Karlie last walked in the show back in November 2014 (pictured) when she strutted her stuff as an Angel

Older, wiser, blonder! Other than her newly-platinum blonde locks, Karlie looked near identical to her 2014 self (right)

Backstage beauty: Karlie posed for several stunning portraits while getting glammed up backstage by a team of hairstylists and make-up artists

But first…! The model even found time to record and upload some footage to her Instagram Story

Angelic! Karlie also made sure to pose for several group shots with her fellow models, including Romee Strijd, Elsa Hosk, Josephine Skriver and Sara Sampaio

Off she goes: It was a long day for the models, who set off for the show first thing in the morning in order to start getting glammed up for the catwalk

'This is the greatest show on Earth. It’s really special to be back here with all my girls and in the famous pink robe and just getting ready for the show here in Shanghai,’ she explained, before admitting that returning to the runway felt entirely natural to her: 'It just felt like the right time. It’s like riding a bike, getting back out there and wearing the wings.

'I was in rehearsals and had my wings on and I kind of had a ‘pinch me’ moment. I never thought I’d be back out here and it was really special. Being on the Victoria’s Secret Runway makes me feel invincible.’

Karlie certainly seemed to get back into the swing of things very easily, looking totally cool, calm and collected as she joined her fellow catwalk stars backstage to get glammed up for the show.

Beaming and waving at the cameras as she left her hotel, bundled up in a faux fur leopard-pattered coat, Karlie looked delighted to be making a return to the festivities after her three-year break.

And once backstage, her mood didn’t appear to dampen in the slightest, and she was snapped posing happily for several stunning portraits while in the make-up chair, as well as jumping into some group shots with some of her fellow models.

The social media star, who boasts an impressive 6.9 million followers on Instagram, and 5.2 million fans on Twitter, made sure to keep them all updated throughout the pre-show process, snapping videos and pictures on her iPhone while the glam squad went to work on.

After the show, the model took to Twitter to celebrate her return, simply writing: 'Wow well that was fun.’

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anonymous asked:

Hi! So...I know like all SBs preach against not using condoms but I’ve been with this one SD now for five months and we’ve been intimate the whole time. I trust him and feel like he’s actually a nice guy. He asked could we do it bareback and I told him I would CONSIDER it if we were both tested and came back 100% clean and he paid for me to have a nexplanon implant, and he agreed. If he’s clean do you think I should do it? Or is the risk too great? Thank you babe!

Just because he’s clean when the test is taken that doesn’t mean he won’t get an STD after it’s taken and give it to you. He could also use an old test as proof and lie about when he took it. It’s just too dangerous in my opinion.

I saw Justice League (2017)


Critics be damned.  A great amount of both snark and teamwork from the characters.  I said this before but I like where DC is going better than Marvel.  DC movies start out in a dark place but are moving TOWARDS hope and togetherness.  A message of “Things are bad and we aren’t perfect but it’s still worth it to TRY

Barry is a gem.  Which is not something I ever thought I would say because I never liked him in the comics and cartoons. But this version is fantastic.  Steals every scene he’s in.

Aquaman is very different than I’m used to but also highly entertaining.  Looking forward to his solo with more Mera.

People were complaining about Diana?  But she’s great in this too.  My only issue is camera angles on both her and the Amazons, you know it’s a male director’s touch to have so many upskirts, ugh.  But they are otherwise fierce  and respectable women.

I’ll always prefer Cyborg to be with the Teen Titans, but at least they made him integral to the plot.  Could have used some Nightwing in this… or any of the robins (or Cass as batgirl) because of Alfred’s not-so-subtle digs about wanting Bruce to date… you know he wants grankids (if he could only look at his comic counterpart and see a whole gaggle of batkids running around Wayne manor).

Also, Pleas more female superheroes in JL2!  I don’t want Diana to be “the girl”.  I recommend at least Zatanna, because they don’t currently have a magic-wielder on the team. 


Having seen the performance of “TsugiTsugi ZokuZoku” by Tsubaki Factory, I can say that Risa is an incredible performer. She is so good at both singing and dancing. Risamaru, Saorin and Kishimon were so great!            

As A Comic Book Fan, I Hated the Justice League Movie

If you’re not a comic fan, you may end up loving the Justice League movie if you go see it. But as a comic book fan? It was terrible. I went to see it last night when my best friend called wanting to see it since her dad didn’t want to go and she wanted a buddy to go to the movies with. So, the two of us got tickets and headed down to the theater to watch it. We were both a little nervous, since we are huge comic fans, particularly fans of the Flash, and we were afraid of what the movie might do to our favorite characters, especially after the nightmare that was Batman vs. Superman. Man of Steel wasn’t too great either considering all the smashed buildings, but I did enjoy Suicide Squad and Wonder Woman, so I was hopeful but skeptical. I was right to be skeptical. If you haven’t seen Justice League and plan to, there are massive spoilers in this so stop reading unless you want the movie spoiled.

Let’s start with Batman. While he was written mostly accurate, I found it extremely unrealistic that Batman would so readily reveal his identity to so many people who may turn out to not be allies. It takes a lot to get Batman to reveal his identity to someone. In the first Justice League comic of the New 52, he does reveal it to Green Lantern, but it was necessary in the moment for him to do so and the rest of the League still didn’t know his identity yet because he wasn’t ready to trust them. Batman has extreme trust issues. He does not reveal his identity easily to people.

And that brings us to Green Lantern. There was no Green Lantern in the movie even though he is an extremely important character to the DC universe and a founding member of the Justice League. And as if not having him wasn’t bad enough, they had to rub salt in the wound by showing an animated Green Lantern in the beginning opening credits along with the rest of the animated Justice League members. I leaned over and whispered to my friend, “How dare they use Green Lantern there if he’s not going to be in the movie.” She told me she was literally thinking the same thing.

Continuing with Green Lantern, aka, Hal Jordan, they gave his personality to Aquaman. Aquaman is supposed to be very sophisticated; he’s a king, and yet he behaved like Hal: reckless, a tough guy, doesn’t want to be a team player. It didn’t even seem like he was the king of Atlantis. And we barely got to see him in the water or controlling sea life. The comparison to Green Lantern only continues to get more obvious when Aquaman is touching Wonder Woman’s lasso without knowing it/knowing what it does and completely admits the truth which embarrasses him, something that happened to Hal in the first Justice League comic of the New 52. If Aquaman is basically Green Lantern, then why not just have Green Lantern?

That brings me to the Flash seeing as he is Green Lantern’s best friend. This was the worst part of the movie, to be honest, because they got pretty much nothing about the Flash right. This is not to bag on Ezra Miller, though. Ezra did a fantastic job… with what he had to work with. And now I’m afraid that people who didn’t want to see Ezra as the Flash are going to blame him for the awful portrayal when it wasn’t the actor’s fault; it was the writing. It was like whoever wrote this asked for their information from someone who briefly skimmed Flash lore years ago. It was terrible. Let’s start with the suit. That suit just bothers me. There’s not a enough gold on it for starters and the cowl is shaped oddly. It kind of reminds me of half a football. I realized the cowl was the part that was really making it look odd when Barry had the cowl down part way through the movie and the suit looked pretty decent despite not being all that accurate to comic Flash’s suit. But that cowl has to go. The we have the blue lightning. I’m sorry, but the Flash has to have golden lightning. Future Flash has blue-white lightning, but present day Flash’s lightning has to be gold. Why? Well, it’s not just because that’s the comic book coloring but the gold/yellow lightning is essential to the Flash and the Reverse Flash’s color schemes. The Reverse Flash chose his color scheme so he’d be the opposite of the Flash. Barry has a red suit and gold/yellow lightning. So, when Eobard found that his lightning was red, he donned a yellow suit so he’d be the reverse of Barry in color scheme. The Flash solo movie is going to be Flashpoint, which means there should be a Reverse Flash in it, so what’s he going to wear? A blue suit? I don’t know about everyone else, but I do NOT want to see the Reverse Flash in a blue suit, but at the same time, now that Barry’s lightning is blue, if he doesn’t wear a blue suit, he’s not truly the Reverse Flash anymore. You see the problem with the blue lightning? Then we have the fact that the Flash is going to go save the civilians and has at least a five minute head start, and yet, Superman catches up to him. Are you kidding me? Anyone who knows the comics knows the Flash is faster than Superman. In Rebirth, it’s proven. Barry is running away from Clark because he’s turning into the Black Flash and needs to go back into the speed force. Clark is trying to catch him and reminds Barry that he’s raced him before and even won some of those races. Barry turns to Clark and tells him those races were for charity and then he leaves Superman in the dust. In no world would Clark have actually caught up to him if Barry was going top speed, which he should have been if he was going to go save civilians from danger. Then there’s his origin story. His completely wrong origin story. Barry Allen is not a forensic scientist yet and is currently trying to get a criminal justice degree and working tons of crappy jobs. You know why that’s wrong? That could have been how he was scraping by through college, but now that he’s the Flash, he has to be a forensic scientist because if he’s not then he shouldn’t have his powers. Barry got his powers in his lab when he was hit with a lightning bolt and fell back into the chemical rack. If not for his job as a CSI, Barry never would have become the Flash. And to top it off, they couldn’t even get the age he was when his mother was murdered right. They said he was nine when it’s not hard to figure out that he was eleven. And then there was the writing of the character. Barry was written to be much more socially awkward than he actually is. Ezra did a really good job with it. He delivered the lines well and wasn’t over the top even though the writing was, making Barry still seem cute and funny rather than annoying, but that’s just not how Barry Allen behaves. Sure, he’s comedic and happy-go-lucky, but he’s not that socially inept and can take things seriously more often. And what was with all those phobias and not wanting to do battle? Barry Allen is practically fearless and he loves to do battle. He will run into battle and die for you in a heartbeat; he won’t have a panic attack and need Batman to give him a pep talk and tell him to just get the civilians out while everyone else handles the fighting. People complain about TV show Barry needing pep talks all the time, but at least that’s just after Barry had his ass kicked and is doubting whether or not he can actually take down a villain such as Zoom. It’s not as if he was having a full blown panic attack and wanted to back out of fighting entirely without even trying because he was afraid even though people needed him. I will say that at least they let movie Barry make his own suit. Like, thank God, Barry got to finally make his own suit like he does in the comics. So, basically, Ezra Miller is a fantastic actor and has the potential to be a great Flash; it was his acting that made the character still likable, but whoever wrote this script is an idiot.

Then we have Superman. I am very glad Superman was brought back. After all, you can’t have the Justice League without Superman. It wouldn’t be right. However, there is always a problem with Superman in live action movies: he seems to take away from everyone else. Once Superman is back, suddenly it seems like he’s better than everyone and they can’t do anything without him. He beats them all in a fight when they’re trying to reason with him after he was just resurrected and was really out of it. He even beats Wonder Woman in a fight, even though Wonder Woman is supposed to be just as strong and fast as him and was actually trained in combat. She’s half goddess, and yet she’s getting her ass kicked. Then we have that whole thing where he unrealistically catches up to the Flash. It’s like movie writers just love deifying Superman, which suddenly makes everyone else seem obsolete, so you wonder why they’re even there when Superman can just take care of it all, and it takes away from Superman as a character if you ask me. It doesn’t make him relatable. For him to never seem to struggle with anything, to always win, to be practically a god, (even though it’s Wonder Woman who’s part goddess), makes it hard for an audience to relate to Superman. Clark Kent is a relatable character in personality, but when you make him that powerful, suddenly he’s not relatable at all because he never seems to struggle. It’s why Smallville and Supergirl TV shows have done a much better job when it comes to making Superman and Supergirl relatable characters because it shows how they have to struggle, learn, and grow as heroes and people. They don’t win every fight right off the bat, they have weaknesses, they are shown to be as human as us in many ways. Whereas when Batman said that Clark was more human than he was in this movie, I didn’t see it because Superman was deified. 

I will say that they seemed to do an alright job with Cyborg and Wonder Woman was still great, but everyone else I noticed flaws in their writing, sometimes lots of flaws like in Flash and Aquaman. This movie had some great actors and some great potential, but to anyone who knows the comics, it was terrible. I won’t be seeing it again any time soon if ever. I guess what I’m dealing with here is a classic case of the the books, (or in this case, the comic books), are better than the movie.

“There is game to hunt on Lethsea you can’t find anywhere else. Not on Earth, not on any other colony. Dogs. Cats. Cows. Chicken. Pigs. Oh, they have some cats and dogs on Earth and Mars still but they are rare and tame, not the feral beasts our ancestors hunted.”

“Hunted?” Briin’s gaze flicks to Uncle Keth. “The exterminations were never a hunt. It became too expensive for people to have pets by 2240 or so. Too expensive for anything save survival. The Great Starvation ended more wars than all our talks of peace ever did.

“There was nothing noble about it and this world is nothing but an insult to the dead and the living both. We survived that century. That’s the best you can say about it.”

Uncle Keth says nothing at all; I’m certain I’m not the only one who hears him grinding his teeth in fury despite his calm exterior.


Episode #3 - Day 5

Izanami was very content with her new (temporary) living conditions. Her favorite meal was autumn salad though, so even though she now had access to all kinds of ingredients that couldn’t be found in the garden or in the fishing pond, she STILL decided to eat a dish full of vegetables only…

The newly added karaoke set was a great addition to the hut. both Yumi and Izanami loved grabbing the mic and singing their hearts out. For now, they were still excited about hearing each other sing, but would that still be the case by the end of tomorrow?

Izanami: “You know Jack, I’m really sad you’re not together with me in the champions hut. I feel like we could have had a lot of fun together, especially in that new hot tub they put outside…”
Jack: “Oh trust me, Izanami, I’m quite devastated I didn’t win! I’d love to spend a few hours in that hot tub with you.”

hannahbyadig  asked:

I wish the SOA men were in Lana Del Rey's music video for her song Ride instead of the actors that were chosen. It would've been great PR/promo for both Lana and SOA. not only that- but it would've been such a dream to see them with her. *cries into my grave*

AYE!!!🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻 That would be amazing, my dear!😎🖤🤘🏻 I love Sons and Lana so much and I would love it!!!🏍👸🏻 …maybe we should address a petition for it!!📜 Lots of love to you!🖤🖤🖤

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Originally posted by donotseemeagain

My uncle once won first place in a lying contest, and I feel like this is a rare true story that needs to be told. So here it is.

My family, for as long as I can remember, has had these “adopted uncles” who are my mom and dad’s friends from college/highschool. There’s like five of them, and none of them are related to us. They are awesome, fun guys, and I’m best friends with their daughters (of the ones that have kids). I love hanging out with them, and when I do, I hear lots of hilarious stories that they and my Dad love to recollect whenever they’re together.

My uncles are interesting guys, and there are a lot of interesting stories. One of them is part of a well known band, one of them hung out with Taylor Swift on several occasions, and one worked on the Power Rangers. It’s all very interesting. But I think one of the funniest stories they’ve told me, far from meeting celebrities, or getting lost in the woods, or luring bears into their campsite (yep, they did that) is how one of them (let’s call him S) won a lying contest. This is how it went:

S and my dad, and some of his friends decided to go up into the mountains for a day. They drove up the winding roads, pine trees flashing past their windows, singing to Tom Petty the whole way. My dad and S have a great sense of humor, and I’m sure they were both in a laughable mood.

When they got to their destination, they saw a large banner over the road that read “Annual Lying Contest.” I kid you not. This little town in the piney mountains was so devoid of excitement that they legiterally hosted a Lying Contest every year.

My dad and S thought this was the FUNNIEST thing they had ever seen. They HAD to go watch the contest take place. They pulled into the parking lot, found their way to the stage, and asked someone about what was happening.

Apparently, the lying contest is an annual contest put on by the city, to see who had the most believable lie. Contestants would spend months coming up with elaborate lies, that were sure to convince people in the crowd. At the end, the judges would rank the lies on most convincing to least convincing. The winner of the contest recieved a home baked pie, and some other prize. Some of these lies could take fifteen minutes or more (remember this).

So anyways, S and my dad found a seat, and were ready to hear some lies. Later, my dad told me that it was hilarious to watch. There were lies about Bigfoot sightings, about bear wrestlings, army experiences, ghost hauntings, and more. My dad and S were cracking up the whole time, while marveling at how unique the demographic of the town was to enjoy something like this.

Finally, the last contestant stepped down from the stage after a 20 minute elaborate lie about an alien abduction. The judges took a sweeping look over the crowd, and spoke loudly into the microphone; “are there any other contestants?”

Before my dad could stop him, S stood up and raised his hand.

“Well, come up sir!” 

S climbed the steps to the stage. He looked over the crowd seriously, and desperately tried to come up with a lie in time. His mind was blank. Empty. But S had no shame, and I’ve known him long enough to know this was 100% something he would do. The man throws himself into every awkward situation ever.

He took a step towards the microphone. His hands were clasped in front of him. He looked around at the people watching, the trees surrounding them, and said in his most serious voice into the mic;

“I was born a fish.”

That was it. The audience lost it. There was no build up, no elaborate detail, no story behind the lie. Just 1 ½ seconds, and he had told his entire lie. It was hilariously short, and there was no plot holes, or inconsistencies. Just purely, seriously, “I was born a fish.”

S left the stage in the midst of roaring laughter, as the audience, judges, and my dad tried to contain themselves. It was one of his proudest moments, that one second lie.

And guess what? He won first place.

First. Place.

A true inspiration, imo.


You are the future of humans and monsters!

Next part is here! In which Chara settles in with the Dreemurr family and things might actually be okay…at least at first. 

The next and final part will be here in a week!

EDIT: Fixed a spelling error.

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not to be unrelatable but sometimes…. i miss high school…. not necessarily the whole being in high school thing but just like my friend group and how i had like no responsibilities…. now my friend group is spread out all over the country and i have too many responsibilities… how the turntables 

“He was lost, Cas. Our last hunt, he almost didn’t make it back and said he saw Billie.”

“He saw Billie?” Castiel parroted. They were both still in the war room in the bunker, the aftermath of recent events still fresh and new in their minds as Sam recounted what happened while Castiel had been “away.” 

“Yeah, and it wasn’t great.” Sam bit his lip. “Cas, When Mom disappeared…when you died. I think it broke him to a point where he couldn’t come back from it and deal with his grief. More than one night he’s had nightmares where I’d have to get him out and it’s always your name that’d he’d scream.”

“Grief is a complex emotion that is difficult to understand. The both of you have suffered with it greatly, but I have passed before.” Castiel paused, cognizant the statement should make no sense to anyone else except for the three of them. “He had been in grief then but had managed to find a way out. What made this time different?”

“I saw your wings, Cas.” A voice interrupted them from the threshold of the war room.

It clicked in Castiel’s head then. Understandable. "Dean.”

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Bruises On Another (part three)

Originally posted by nwetss

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader (it’ll make sense)

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

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.

OH! And just to be clear about a few things, as i’ve mentioned (literally right below this) this is a soulmate AU. I don’t write these often so i’m not sure how they exactly work, but the way i’ve written mine is Steve and the reader aren’t just connected through the marks and bruises but almost like spiritually i guess? When they first meet, something like wells within them. And when Steve sees her with Billy, he doesn’t know why, but he almost feels a sort of jealousy and almost wanting to protect the reader. And later on in the story, you’ll see the reader a bit jealous of Steve as well. That’s because they have a connection, they just don’t know it yet.

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

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“Y/N! Just the girl I wanted to see!”

You turned around at the sound of a voice, find none other than; “Billy.” You’d met him yesterday in your social class and because you were the new students, your teacher had paired you together. The boy had seemed nice enough when first speaking to him and he definitely didn’t know how to quit, so you weren’t all that surprised to find him by your side right before lunch.

The mullet haired boy reached your side in record time, squeezing past other students in the hallway. You felt yourself flinch from contact as Billy wound his arm around your waist and pressed you against his side. You tried to ignore the pain that grew as he hit a fresh bruise from the night before and when you glanced at him, you hoped he hadn’t noticed your flinch but you could tell by look on his face he had. “I didn’t mean to upset ya’, darlin’.” He said, staring at you with feigned worry; you just didn’t know it at the time.

“No,” you responded softly, shaking your head. “No it’s fine. I’m just… just a little bit jumpy.”

Billy nodded, as if he understood and leaned back as you both made your way through the halls. You tried to ignore the dark looks you received from other girls as you made your way to your locker. From what you’d heard at your two days in Hawkin’s High School, Billy was the new it guy, everybody wanted to be with him or be him. So the looks made sense, you just didn’t understand why Billy was so fascinated with you. 

“Ignore them darlin’, they’ve got nothing on you.” You glanced over at Billy surprised, feeling your cheeks burn red in shock at his comment. As you glanced at the many girls, you didn’t completely agree with his statement. “Don’t look so shocked.”

“No, it’s just-” you said again, shaking your head. You went to say more but found yourself lost in your thoughts and instead glanced back down at the floor. “Okay.” You submitted. You sighed in relief when you reached your locker and Billy stepped away from your side to instead lean against the locker next to yours. You couldn’t help, though, feel his gaze grazing your body the entire time like a predator would look at it’s pray.

You pulled down the sleeves of your sweater, and focused your entire attention on slipping your textbooks into your locker.

“So, you hear about Tina’s party this Friday?”

How could you not? You might not be very social but that’s all you ever heard when walking in the halls. Of course, even though you’d been given a slip, you made no plan of going considering you knew your father would never allow you. Hell, if your father knew that you were speaking to a boy like Billy now… there’d be a huge price to pay. Still you nodded in response to his question, sensing where it’d lead.

“Wanna go?” It seemed Billy didn’t like to wait long when pursuing the girls he showed interest in. 

You paused after that, knowing that your father would say no, you just didn’t know how to tell Billy that. “I-I’m not too sure… My father-” You were cut off by Billy’s hand reaching out and practically petting your cheek; you froze in surprise from the movement, unsure of how to react to the bold move. 

You met Billy’s eyes and found yourself stuck as he smile sultry at you and leaned in closer. With his hand still on your cheek, you found yourself frozen as you found your father’s eyes in Billy’s. You felt yourself grow petrified and hating the way any man or even woman who threatened even the tiniest bit could grow control over you. It made you feel weak and pathetic, but yet you only continued to stare at Billy. “Come on, Y/N.” Billy mumbled, and you found yourself no longer able to hear the loud crowd of kids around you. “I think you’d look cute in a costume, so what do you say?”

You opened your mouth to say something but another’s cut you off; “is there a problem?”

You moved your gaze over to the newcomer and found none of than the familiar pair of brown eyes you’ve been trying to avoid. It seemed that Steve’s presence was enough to get Billy to step away from you, and soon you found the mullet-haired boy standing in front of you, blocking you slightly from Steve’s eyesight. It was then that you noticed the two girls behind Steve, one you recognized as the girl who’d helped you the day before; Nancy.

“Harrington.” Billy greeted and you could just practically hear the smirk forming on his lips. “Nope, no problem here.”

Steve glared at Billy before you found his eyes on you; “Y/N?”

You paused, shocked that he’d even considered an answer from you. Normally everyone did the talking for you, and you weren’t really allowed to speak for yourself. But before you could respond, Billy spoke up; “I said there’s no problem, Harrington. Why don’t you stay out of other people’s businesses.” 

“I’m sure Y/N can answer for herself.”

Suddenly all eyes were on you, including Billy’s and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You met Billy’s gaze and saw your father, so instead of saying what you should’ve of, you mumbled; “i’m fine.”

You missed the way Steve’s gaze fell and his tense shoulder’s slumped. Pressing a hand against his chest, Billy took a step forward; “see? Everything’s fine.” Steve glanced at you one final time, and it seemed like he was going to say more before Nancy stepped up and grabbed his arm. “Steve, let’s just go.” She whispered to him and you found your eyes stuck on her hand on his arm, your brows furrowing. 

Eventually Steve relented and you watched him step away from both you and Billy, now gripping Nancy’s hand. You barely noticed Billy turn back to you, until his hand softly grasped your chin, and brought your attention towards him. “So? What do you say?”

In your mind, you couldn’t help and think about the way Steve had grasped Nancy’s hand and the feeling that burned within you. Without thinking, you nodded; “sounds great.”

Friday reached sooner than you thought it would and before you knew it, it was the night of the party and you hadn’t even mentioned the idea to your father yet. You were sat in your room, and you’d just made dinner for your father. You knew he’d be in his room for the rest of the night and hopefully wouldn’t come and see you at any point, but knowing him he usually didn’t.

You stared down at your attire, the same thing you always wore and wondered why you hadn’t thought this through further. Not only now did you have to sneak out for the night, through your window, you didn’t have a costume either and you knew Billy would question it when he arrived. You’d even told him that day a different address then your actual house so your father wouldn’t see his headlights.

You’d never snuck out before and honestly you were greatly questioning your decision to say yes. You didn’t really have a decision, thinking about it now,but the thought of sneaking out, and not being there if your father was to come into your room greatly scared you. You’d never hear the end of it or never feel the end of it if he were to catch you, especially if he found out a boy came to pick you up.

You bounced your knee in spot from your position on your bed, glancing at the time every few minutes. You were suppose to meet Billy outside your neighbours house at six thirty and it was now six twenty-five, meaning you should probably start heading out. Ignoring the feeling that welled within your stomach, you slowly and quietly opened your bedroom door and glanced out into the hallway. Where, thankfully, you could see the lights from the tv in your father’s bedroom flashing, meaning he was distracted.

You took one final deep breath, closing the door quietly behind you and heading to the window. You slid open your window, ignoring the fear that welled within you and stepped out onto the the roof. You crawled on top, closing the window just before it fully shut and begun crawling out to the edge of the roof. Carefully you swung your body out so you hung by the roof and dropped onto the grass in front of your house. Once you were safe on solid ground, you gazed up into your bedroom to see if the light had turned on or any indication that your father had noticed you leaving, and sighed out in relief when you saw nothing.

Nodding to yourself, you faintly let a smile slip over your lips at the fact that you’d managed to sneak out and not get caught; yet. Making your way through your tiny front yard, you stopped in front of your neighbours just as Billy’s car appeared. You swallowed the lump in your throat, ignoring the voice in the back of your head that told you this was mistake and made your way to his car.

You slipped into the passengers seat and almost immediately noticed the frown on Billy’s lips when he saw your attire. Pulling at your oversized sweater you frowned; “I don’t have a costume.”

You met Billy’s eye and watched him pause in thought for a moment, and thats when you noticed his costume. Billy wore a leather jacket with no shirt underneath the jacket, paired with black jeans. You hated to admit it and even felt ashamed, but he looked good.

“You got a shirt underneath that sweater?” Bill asked, stunning you for moment. Though, eventually you nodded. “Great. Take the sweater off.”


“The sweater.” He grinned at you, a hint of lust behind his eyes. “Take it off. I’ve got a plan.” You paused once again, unsure of what you should do. If you took off your sweater, Billy was bound to see the marks on your arms but from the look in his eyes, it seemed he was determined and wasn’t going to let you go in the clothes you wore. Sighing, you slowly pulled off your sweater, handing it to Billy as he threw it in the back and reached for something else.

All you wore underneath was white t-shirt and on your legs, you wore black jeans. Crossing your arms across your chest, you tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that welled within you, and waited for Billy to get whatever he was searching for. Just then he threw a dark coloured jean jacket a top of your lap and smirked your way.

You slipped the jacket over top of yourself, it was much too big but it covered your arms and Billy never managed to see the bruises which was plus. Turning to Billy, you felt yourself smile a little as you saw his gaze.

“There. Now we’re matching.”

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Falling Stars ~ Finn Wolfhard x Reader

If you asked me a couple of years ago where I thought I’d be at the age of fourteen, I wouldn’t have had an answer to give. And even if I did, it would have been so far from reality that I may as well not have even bothered to give it. I had filmed two seasons of an award-winning TV show, shot a movie adaptation of one of the best books ever written, been noticed in the acting, singing and dancing world alike, and of course, met the most special people in my life.

It was a Friday in mid-October, and I was currently in front of the cameras and under the lights with Millie Bobby Brown. The entire cast of Stranger Things had been called to New York City for the week. Friday to Friday. Since season two was just around the corner, we were everywhere. But in a good way. Currently, Millie and I were doing a photo shoot and an interview for Buzzfeed. 

We had been informed that while we were in the city, the cast of IT was flying out for a Stranger Things x IT shoot. It was for an article about young actors and how it’s been a great couple of years for our careers. Finn and I are in Stranger Things and IT, so it was going to be great spending time with everyone. It was also the night of the Emmy’s tomorrow.

“Okay!” One of the many photographers shouted, “You girls are doing great! While we get a few shots of just the boys, you can go take a quick break before the main pictures!”

Millie and I headed towards our shared dressing room and sat down on the plush sofa in the corner. The coffee table was covered in snacks and drinks. 

“So,” Millie said while taking a sip of water, “You’re spending a week with Finn.”
I opened a packet of Sour Patch Kids. “Correction, WE are spending a week with Finn. And everyone else.”
“True, but still. It’s the perfect opportunity to tell him.”
“Millie, how many times-”
“I know, I know,” She rolled her eyes, “You don’t think he feels the same way. You’re wrong, you know.”
“I really don’t think I am.”
“We’ll see. Especially after the performance tomorrow night.” Millie smirked

My stomach lurched at the mention of tomorrow night. Since the world found out that I could sing a few months ago, I had been invited to a million different places to perform. Tomorrow I was going to be on the stage at the Emmy’s. And I was flipping my shit on the inside. Millie could tell.

“Y/N, it’s going to be great! Jack, Jaeden, Wyatt, Sophia, Jeremy, and Chosen,” Millie listed our friends from IT on her fingers, “Are all flying out here tomorrow. We get to spend the afternoon with them all and then we’ve got the awards. You’ll perform, be brilliant like always, and then we’ll come back to the hotel for our movie night.”
“You really think it will work out?”
“Of course I do! And you never know, things might happen with Finn.”

Our makeup artists came in armed with brushes and highlight to give our faces touchups. We gladly took our seats in front of the mirrors.

“Right then girls, it’s time to head back in for group shots.”

When the shoot was over we got into the cars that had been sent for us and headed back to the hotel. The Hilton was putting us up for the week, and when the others arrived tomorrow, they would be joining us in the room opposite. I could hardly contain my excitement. 

I was between Millie and Gaten in the back of one of the Jeeps. We were just talking about how well the shoot went and how we got to stay in such an expensive hotel. Before long, we arrived. 

The driver came an opened the doors and we jumped out onto the pavement. Somebody was already getting our luggage so I only had to carry my backpack. Finn was waiting for me. I couldn’t get over how much he’d grown up. He was taller, more defined, and his voice was another story completely.

“Hey, Y/N.” His smile gave me butterflies. “You looked great today.”
“Thanks, Finn. You didn’t look too bad yourself.”
He flushed. “So, we’re staying at the Hilton Hotel for a week. Crazy.”
“I know right. Just because it’s the Hilton, doesn’t mean I’m not stealing the little soaps.”
Finn laughed as we made our way through the front doors behind everyone else. “How did I guess that you were going to say that?”
“Because you know me too well.”
Millie and I were sharing one of the rooms, Finn and Noah next door, and Gaten and Caleb in the room after that. The suites were huge. The equivalent of a twin bedroom was actually to Queen sized beds, a bathroom, an en-suite, a kitchen and living space, and a huge balcony. It was the most beautiful hotel room I had ever seen. I was expecting gorgeous, but this was over the top.

I picked the bed by the window and started looking through my stuff. Millie was hanging things up in the walk-in wardrobe. We had a walk-in wardrobe in our hotel room?! 

“Hey, Millie?” I said
“When are our gowns being dropped off?”
“Tomorrow morning. Why?”
“I just really want to see it. Having it fitted was so fun.”
“I bet you can’t wait for Finn to see it either.”
“I know girls aren’t supposed to dress for boys, but I can’t help it.”
“I know, I know. Not to mention the fact that the whole world will see us too.”
“I still can’t get my head around that.” I took my clothes into the huge closet and started to hang them along with Millie.
“Me either. It still seems so surreal.”

Our conversation was interrupted by knocking at our door. I put the pile of pyjamas I was holding down and ran to answer it. It was Finn and Noah.

“We’ve ordered a crapload of food and the TV’s have Netflix. The others will be over in five.”

Noah and Finn let themselves into your hotel room and made themselves comfortable on one of the sofas. They were both in comfier clothes.

“Oh hi, Noah. Hi Finn. I know, these rooms are so big! And we’re great, thanks for asking. Why don’t you come in and make yourselves at home?” This was, of course, sarcasm since the boys didn’t even give me so much as a hello. The just laughed as I went into the bedroom to put your pyjamas on.

I went with black cotton shorts, fluffy socks and Wyatt’s Canada hoodie. I still had it from a couple of months when I stole it at the beach house. He was like a brother to me, so I knew he wouldn’t mind. Millie put a onzie on and grabbed some blankets. When we went out to the others, Gaten and Caleb had arrived. Finn looked up and saw me in Wyatt’s sweater.

“Does Wyatt know you’ve got that?”
“Yeah,” You sat next to him and Noah on the sofa, putting a blanket over the three of you, “I facetimed him a week after the beach house and I was wearing it. He said he’ll bring me my own.”

Finn looked at me and then back to the TV. He was scrolling through the new releases. I quickly looked at Millie who was already looking at me. She noticed it too. Finn was jealous. Of Wyatt.

“Okay, I think we should watch something funny and save the horror for when everyone else gets here tomorrow,” Gaten said, earning murmurs of agreement from everyone else.
“Yeah,” Finn muttered, “Y/N likes watching scary films with Wyatt anyway.”

I actually found it quite cute that Finn was jealous, but it was a little bit annoying. Caleb told Finn to put some comedy on. Room service soon arrived and Gaten went to get it. After a long day, we gratefully began eating. While it was nice to relax with everyone, I couldn’t stop thinking about Finn.

By three in the afternoon, everyone had arrived. Sophia was sharing with Millie and me, and I honestly couldn’t wait. Our gowns had also been sent up this morning and were currently in dress bags hanging in the closet. I wanted to put it on immediately but we had to have our hair and makeup done first.

Since they had to make us up properly for the Emmy’s, we had to have a very early dinner so they could get started. There were makeup and hair artists everywhere. Our hotel room was full. I was currently sat having my hair curled and braided. Events like these never failed to get my heart going. I was also thinking about my performance. My heart was in my mouth.

About two hours later, my hair and makeup were done and it was time to get in my dress. Finally. I was last to get into mine. Millie and Sophia were having last minute touchups done.

(Your dress)

I slipped into my little blue heels that matched my dress and smiled. Nothing made me happier than this dress. Sophia, Millie and I took a quick photo and uploaded them to our social media. Comments and likes started rolling in, including from Finn.

finnwolfhardofficial: Dashing, as always @yourusername

I tried not to scream as I pinned his comment and put your phone in my clutch bag. It was time to leave.
The red carpet was alive with the sounds of cheers, paparazzi and interviews. Me and the cast of IT were currently having pictures taken in front of the Emmy’s backdrop. I was in between Finn and Jeremy with my hand on my hip, smiling my red lipstick stained smile. Finn had noticed me, that was for sure. We also had pictures taken with the Stranger Things cast since Finn and I crossed over into both. I had a separate one taken with the girls as well as one with Jack, and another with Finn and Wyatt. 

Gaten and I were asked to get a quick shot with Ryan Gosling, you know, as you do. Millie and I also got photos with Jennifer Lawrence. It was completely mental.

“So,” An interviewer from Cosmo said to Jaeden and I, “You’ve been nominated for best horror movie of 2017 and best book to movie adaptation. As young actors just starting out, how does this make you feel?”
“Well,” I said, “It makes me feel proud. Not just of myself but of everyone who I’ve worked with over the past couple of years. Working on IT and Stranger Things has been such a privilege and if it wasn’t for the producers and directors, none of this would have been possible.”
Jaeden smiled. “Yeah, Y/N’s right. We don’t take these opportunities lightly, they mean a lot to all of us. It’s not just the filming and awards, it’s the friendships we’ve formed that will last forever.”
“Thank you, Y/N Y/L/N and Jaeden Lieberher. Good luck tonight, and keep shining like the stars you are.”

Since we were on the red carpet, we couldn’t have super long interviews, so we kept walking. I got given a sharpie and had to go along signing fan’s posters and taking selfies, which was one of the best parts. It was so strange being told how much someone loves me and my acting. One girl who had a photo from Stranger Things for me to sign said to me how much she loved my dress. I took a photo with her on my phone as well. I was doing the same as Gaten; taking pictures with my fans as well as them taking ones with me.

Before I knew what was happening, we were all being ushered inside for the awards ceremony. The IT cast and Stranger Things cast took up three whole rows since the producers and directors and production teams were there too. We were really close to the front.
It was time for my performance. I can’t explain how scared I actually was. As I stood up to head backstage, Finn squeezed my hand and smiled. I couldn’t smile back. I couldn’t do anything. Not only were hundreds of actors and actresses alike going to see me sing, I was on international television.

I was singing ‘Too Good at Goodbyes’ by Sam Smith. Gaten helped me prepare and choose my song. I went out onto the stage and looked out at the massive audience that was cheering for me. For me? It seemed too good to be true. The white lights were all on me, and the music began. 

You must think that I’m stupid
You must think that I’m a fool
You must think that I’m new to this
But I have seen this all before
I’m never gonna let you close to me
Even though you mean the most to me
‘Cause every time I open up, it hurts
So I’m never gonna get too close to you
Even when I mean the most to you
In case you go and leave me in the dirt
But every time you hurt me, the less that I cry
And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry
And every time you walk out, the less I love you
Baby, we don’t stand a chance, it’s sad but it’s true
I’m way too good at goodbyes

The applause when I finished was deafening. Everyone was on their feet screaming, cheering and clapping. I could see cameras flashing. My insides were more twisted than they were before I started. I couldn’t believe the reaction I was getting. And the people I was getting it from. I curtsied and walked off the stage smiling. The cheers didn’t stop until the host came back out onto the stage and started talking about my performance. I sat down and everyone hugged me and said well done. Finn grabbed my hand and didn’t let go.

I came out of their with two awards in my hands. IT got the award for best horror movie of 2017, and Stranger Things got the award for most gripping TV series of 2016 & 2017. I felt elated. After my performance, I had photos taken with so many people. Including Sam Smith who said that hearing me sing his song was magical. Finn still hadn’t let go of my hand.
Much to my disappointment, I had to take my dress off. All the mess was gone from the hotel room. We just had a couple of people with us to help us get out of our dresses. I put some pyjamas on and went out into the kitchen and living room. Sophia and Millie were talking about the night. I was just about to join the conversation when my phone buzzed.

Come to my hotel room. The others are across the hall and I want to talk to you.

I said goodbye to the girls who shared knowing looks. When I arrived at Finn’s room the door was already slightly open. I went inside and saw him standing on the balcony looking out over the big apple.

He looked at me and smiled.
“You’re amazing, do you know that?”
“Woah. What?”
“When you were singing up there in that stunning dress, I couldn’t stop smiling. I still can’t. I guess tonight was the push I need to tell you that I’m fucking crazy about you, and I have been since we met. Every time I see you I fall for you a little bit more. As gooey as that sounds. And if you don’t-”

I kissed him and it felt like the stars were falling all around us. If they were, I wouldn’t have even noticed. I was too wrapped up in Finn Wolfhard.

@trash-baby-edge-lord You said anything with Finn, so here you go! Hope you like it.