they were all high school friends!

anonymous asked:

I should have realized I was Ace when: I was sitting with some girls in the 6th grade and they were all talking about the boys they liked and they asked me and I just instinctually said “I don’t like boys??” and they were like “do you like girls?????” And I was like “no?????”. Bonus: my best friend figured out that I was aroace when we were in the seventh grade, she didn’t tell me because she wanted me to figure it out on my own, and I didn’t figure it out till our junior year of high school.

Oh, man. All that time you could’ve known. Do you think it was a good or a bad call on your friends part? And what finally clued you in?

BUT CONGRATS ON FINALLY FIGURING IT OUT!!! AND I’M GLAD TO SEE YOUR FRIEND STUCK WITH YOU!  ヽ(o^▽^o)ノ

the amount of ppl who tell lesbians and bi women to calm down and not get upset about straight women posting pictures kissing other straight women frustrates me so much

lesbian and bi women agonize over pda with their gfs and i remember dating my own girlfriend for over a year and still having overwhelming fear and anxiety over posting a picture standing next to her worried my peers would think i was rubbing it in their faces but straight people can kiss each other without worrying about homophobic backlash

all of high school popular straight girls would post pictures kissing their straight girl friends because they thought it would make them look hot yet those were the same girls who I heard calling lesbians dykes and proclaiming to the whole gym locker room that there better not be any lesbians there

Got asked to "step down" from a position.

Years ago, I taught Sunday school on a voluntary basis at a megachurch in my town. There were so many children in this church that classrooms were made available to group children with Sunday school teachers for every year of their life until middle school and high school, at which point they attended a larger group with similarly aged peers in separate wings of the building. I taught two-year-olds, and loved every moment of it.

My classroom boasted a huge number of children, at about 20-25 per service. I was supposed to have an adult co-teacher, but all the other adult volunteers were sent to other classrooms with a “higher need”. I had two high-school-aged volunteers, best friends, who often spent service time playing together, despite repeated approaches to asking them to play with the children (one of my volunteers was the director’s son, who I couldn’t replace because of his mother, and who clearly did not want to be volunteering).

Despite this, and despite inheriting a huge classroom full of several special needs children, my children played calmly throughout service, and enjoyed a routine and simple rules I set to run the classroom efficiently. Children arrived, played calmly, sang songs, ate snack, and went home.

Even in the face of this obvious evidence that my classroom was running efficiently, I was repeatedly asked by church leaders to adopt certain mannerisms around children I found inauthentic and frankly patronizing. I don’t and won’t speak in a high-pitched voice to anyone, child or adult. I don’t and won’t use words like “upsie daisy”. These requests were persistent. It was the opinion of the church that I was not “warm and welcoming” enough. It was modeled again and again that the church would prefer I was overanimated in a HUGE SMILE HUG “I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE HERE” kind of greeting.

One summer day we were all called (some 50+ room leaders and volunteers) into a mandatory meeting. You know those meetings where you instantly know they’re talking about you? The policies on words like “upsie daisy” were now set in writing, and I was shortly asked to step down for not using these phrases. I was not allowed to prepare my children for the transition to a new Sunday teacher. I was immediately replaced (by a friend, actually) and was fairly crushed about the sudden break from little people I liked spending time with. And furthermore, it made me question my abilities to work with children, an endeavor I had already devoted my life to.

Unbeknownst to my church, I had long been working at a career in early childhood intervention, teaching a classroom full of two-year-old child victims of trauma and abuse with a heavy case load of special needs children. My coworker called me over one Monday, as I was the twos teacher, asking what I made of this email she had just received concerning a church with an out-of-control twos room requesting that someone come consult with their new staff and help implement some new classroom techniques to “manage difficult behaviors”.

Naturally, I agreed to do the consult in person as soon as possible, and asked my coworker to let them know I would meet with them on a completely voluntary basis at their next Sunday service.

It was absolutely my pleasure to greet my church leaders and friend as their specialist consultant, to their confused surprise.

I walked them through all sorts of interventions and strategies I had previously used to create a calm classroom environment and strongly advised against the use of overly excited greetings and phrases like “upsie daisy” in place of direct redirective requests (e.g. “Please put your feet back on the floor.”) It was my strong written recommendation that the written policies on these strategies be amended and for staff to be immediately retrained in accordance with actual therapeutic practices.

It was my last time stepping foot in that church, and will forever remain my most deliciously cherished memories of vindication.

reblog and write in the tags how you got into mass effect 🌌

i did this in my old fandom and i read some amazing stories - i’d love to read about your stories as well !!

hands clasped tight by afirethatcannotdie

written for the @1dreversebang​ (with art by @harrehleh​)

“What am I looking at here?” Harry asks.

“This, my friends, is a ‘proof’ Instagram account, run by your students,” Liam announces.

“It’s got all this stuff about how the two of you are together,” Niall adds.

“I heard about that,” says one of the math teachers. “Confiscated a kid’s phone today when they were looking at it. I have to say, the evidence that you’re dating is pretty damning.”

“Really,” Louis says dryly. “Do you think being married for three years might have something to do with it?”

Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.

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Alright, brief trigger warning for a rape joke mention.

Health class right? We’re going through the dating and relationship unit, and this guy - this guy who is a TOTAL asshole starts making all these horrid jokes about rape.

And for background about this absolute moron of a creature: talks over the native students in history class bc he’s “1/17 Cherokee” (???) obviously not, he’s white as hell with brown hair blue eyes. Although he’s a friggin high schooler he’s been known to pull girls hair and laugh about it. He argued that my friend (who is Muslim and wears a hijab) be kicked out of school for having a pocket watch (this was right after the clock “bomb” incident with that elementary (middle school?) kid) and y'all just get the idea, this guy was douchebag supreme and the only ppl who like him were other future alt right douchebags.

So finally he makes a comment and said “you know if girls don’t want to get raped they shouldn’t wear tiny dresses at night. That’s like walking through the ghetto in a KKK hood.”

So me, being the foolish high school freshman Tumblr user with this grand delusion that this couldn’t possibly have any bad consequences for me and that everyone and their mom would start clapping, gets up and walks to this idiots desk. I had had the last straw.

I said “well maybe if you didn’t want to fucking get decked you shouldn’t run your mouth about girls that are “asking to get raped”“ aaaaaaand I decked him. Real hard. Kids in the bad could hear my fist collide with his cheek.

What I though would happen: the class and the teacher would start clapping at my Bravery and Sjw Passion to deck a rape apologist and he would have a talking to after class like in those obviously fake Tumblr stories when they were still a thing.

What actually happened: school police escorted me out of the classroom and I was suspended for a week and had to write an apology letter to this goblin.

Moral of the story: don’t punch people in class. Tumblr sjw lied to you.

Follow up 1 year later: my dad is apparently sitting outside the school with the same police officer bc some kid had slashed one of my tires and he had been stopping by to drop some stuff off in my car. So him and the school officer are out there talking, and officer mentions: "Heisler? Aren’t you the dad of the kid who punched that boy in health class?” And my dad, keeping he’s cool goes “yeah, that was mine.” The officer pauses then tells him, “I couldn’t say this at the time and I shouldn’t say it now so don’t tell anyone but I’m glad that renville kid got what was coming to him.”

Sims 4: Pethood Legacy Challenge

A nine generation challenge for Cats and Dogs!

Use the tag #pethood so I can check out your posts, and take a look at my YouTube channel where I’ll be posting my own gameplay! 

Instructions:

  • No cheating unless it is for storyline purposes
  • Heir choice is entirely up to the player
  • Start on the smallest lot in Brindleton Bay
  • Purchase one tent then cheat funds to 0 

Gen 1: A Sim’s Best Friend

Dog Lover, [your choice], [your choice]

After a series of poor financial decisions, you find yourself homeless. You decided to travel to a town called Brindleton Bay to see if you can start a new life there. You earned money by getting a job and selling fish you caught.

  • Place only a tent on the lot 
  • Fish for money
  • Use public lots to satisfy all needs except sleep 
  • Introduce yourself to strays you encounter
    • Choose one out of the strays and befriend it, do not adopt 
  • Get a job
    • Once you are financially stable, adopt the stray
    • Become best friends with your pet
  • Make friends and fall in love
  • Have a child through adoption or biological means
  • Have your pet have puppies 
    • Raise the puppies for a few days before giving them up for adoption
  • Reach top of your career
  • Gift the heir with a kitten once they become a young adult 

Gen 2: Crazy Cat Lady/Guy

Cat Lover, Insider, Hates Children

Growing up, your household was filled with laughter and barks. You wanted to provide that kind of lifestyle for your children, just with meows instead of barking. With your new pet kitten, you decided to go into the city and start a new life. 

  • Move into a small apartment in San Myshuno with your kitten
  • Join the social media career
    • Simstagram the kitten almost every day 
  • Give the kitten its own room and pamper it
  • Fall in love with someone from the city
    • Move in together and have a child before becoming an adult
    • Avoid caring for the baby unless it is starving 
    • Argue with partner whenever the baby cries
    • Break up and kick partner out of apartment 

You thought you had found your perfect match. But love just brought you heartbreak and a child you never really wanted.

  • Adopt another cat
    • Name it after ex
  • Try to date again but fail
    • Adopt another cat and name it after the sim you pursued
  • Adopt a cat at random intervals after the child ages up from toddler 
  • Be good friends with every cat
  • Never throw a birthday party for the child
    • Give the child the smallest room possible

Gen 3: What A Foxy Sim

Noncommittal, Hot-Headed, Dance Machine

Maybe it was because you were neglected as a child, but you constantly craved attention. Ever since you were a baby, your mother never even glanced at you. Her attention was always on those damn cats. You vowed to never be like her. In fact, you didn’t want to be part of this pet-obsessed family at all. 

  • Leave the city as soon as you become a young adult
  • Despise your mother
    • Never introduce yourself to any family members
  • Work as a musician (or celebrity if you have road to fame) 
  • Go to clubs/bars whenever you can 
    • Never turn down an invite to a party
  • Flirt with random people, never become boyfriend/girlfriend
    • Go on dates every week, preferably with different people
  • Irresponsibly woohoo (risky woohoo or occasionally try for baby)
    • Once you are visibly pregnant stop going on dates

Pregnancy wasn’t something you wanted or expected. But you didn’t want a child to be neglected like you were. So you reluctantly decide to wrap up your partying days and settle down.

  • Move in with the person you have the highest romance bar with
    • Raise the child with them
  • Meet a little fox
    • Slowly befriend it
    • Eventually adopt
  • Never interact with a cat
  • Occasionally go on a date with someone other than spouse
  • Have child catch you cheating

Gen 4: I Want To Help

Cat Lover, Outgoing, Cheerful

Growing up, you had believed everything your mother told you. But seeing her cheat made you rethink everything she had ever said. You found out about your grandmother through her social media profile, and decided to fix everything that went wrong in your family.

  • Age up with high conflict resolution for mediator trait (Parenthood) 
  • Be friends with grandmother and mother
    • Fix their bad relationship with each other
  • Have a large group of friends 
  • Fall in love with a cat owner
    • Only start dating after learning traits
    • Marry and move out when your mother befriends the cat
  • Have multiple children
    • Love them equally
    • Try to give them good character values

You loved having a cat, and wanted to help all animals. So why not become a vet? Better yet, why not become a vet with your entire loving family? 

  • Open a family vet clinic 
    • Have it reach 5 stars
  • Adopt so there is always at least one pet in the family
    • If a pet becomes pregnant, keep as many pups/kittens as possible

Gen 5: Artistic Streak

Creative, Active, Family Oriented

Your parents taught you to give every life a chance. You loved animals dearly, and got along well with all (well, almost all) of your siblings. In your large family, there was never a silent moment. But you always felt like your life was lacking just a little bit of color…

  • Max creativity skill as a young child
  • Be friends with all siblings except one
    • If you want, you can sort out differences during adulthood
  • Join the painter career
    • Move into a small house/apartment
    • Adopt a cat and dog and give them custom paint
  • Paint pictures of your pets (paint by reference) 
    • Frame at least one of each
  • When you become successful, move to a larger home
  • Meet someone while walking dog and instantly fall in love
    • Propose and marry very quickly
    • Adopt or conceive a child on wedding night
  • Throw extravagant parties for your child and spoil them
    • After they age up from a toddler, die from unnatural causes

Your death was a shock to the entire art industry. Your child was devastated and took days off school to just cry. And your spouse? Well, they weren’t actually too upset. Because all this time, they had just wanted your success.

  • Have spouse join the painter career
    • You can cheat so they become successful immediately 
  • Repaint family pets
  • Spouse should not talk to the child unless absolutely necessary 
  • Child grows up with perfect grades
    • Achieve at least two positive character value (parenthood) 

Gen 6: Reach For The Moon

Jealous, Mean, Ambitious

Being the only child to a rich widow, you always got what you wanted. But it was never enough. You looked innocent at first glance, but you weren’t the nicest sim around. Anyone doing better than you made you jealous, and you could never get along with co workers. Your only goal was reaching the top of your career, and nothing was going to stand between you and your goal.

  • Work as a teen
    • Get perfect grades
  • Move out to a new neighborhood 
  • Join the astronaut career 
    • Haha get it? Shoot for the moon??
    • Be disliked by all co workers 
    • Always complete the daily task, even when your needs are low 
  • At level four of your career, join a random club
    • Befriend everyone except club leader 
    • Overthrow leader
  • At level five, adopt a pet that is the same breed as a neighbor’s or co worker’s
    • Make it more unique or better dressed
    • Max the training skill
  • At level six, fall for someone with a spouse
    • Get closer and eventually make them leave their spouse
  • At level seven, propose

Your fiancee was pretty decent, but you wanted someone that would make everyone around you green with envy. So you decided to explore your options before fully settling down. 

  • Flirt with other married sims
  • At level eight, leave your fiancee at the altar
  • Once you max your career, choose the most successful sim
    • Convince to leave spouse
    • Marry
  • Try to get twins (fertility trait, massages, or adopt two kids) 
    • If you don’t get twins, just have two children and age them together
    • Always age up the twins on the same day   
  • Favor one child over the other 
    • Bigger room, more toys, etc

Gen 7: Not My Fault

Bro, Clumsy, Kleptomaniac

Ever since you were young, you felt like your twin was always favoured over you. You were always too loud, too sloppy, or too annoying. Even your classmates preferred your twin as a friend. So you turned to less… mainstream methods of becoming successful. But hey, it wasn’t you who wanted to go down this path. You just wanted acceptance. Right..?

  • Have no close friends throughout childhood
  • Make only one friend during high school
  • Fall for a classmate
    • Watch as twin ends up dating your crush
  • When you age up, move out to live with your twin
    • Lock yourself into your room whenever your twin throws a party
    • Practice hacking
  • Your twin becomes successful in a publicly accepted career 
    • Doctor, business, etc
  • Get a job in a similar career but quit after a few days
  • Your twin gets married to your crush and has a child
    • Move out when the baby becomes a toddler
    • Get a house with your high school friend 
  • Adopt a raccoon
  • Hack for money
    • Steal items when funds are low
    • Max mischief skil
  • Sneak into twin’s house while he is at work
    • Seduce his/her spouse 
    • Leave before he/she returns
  • Get caught cheating

Getting caught made you realize how selfish you had become. By now, your feelings for your highschool sweetheart were close to nonexistent. Gradually, you begin to understand who you had loved all along. Somebody who had been by your side since high school

  • End relationship with twin’s spouse
  • Start dating roommate
    • Go on unique dates (go to the gym, garden together, visit the lighthouse, etc) 
  • Marry roommate
    • Adopt a child, even if biological child is possible
    • Other children are optional
  • Raise raccoon and child(ren) very well
  • Shelter child(ren) from your past and the dangers of the world

Gen 8: At Death’s Door

Snob, Family Oriented, Insane

Your family was never struggling for money, nor rich. Your parents had always shielded you from the dangers and pains of the world, and that lead to a pretty bland childhood. During your high school years, you began realizing how limited your life actually was. You wanted more. You weren’t content with just a normal life. You wanted something more… exotic.

  • Stay out late and rebel since high school
  • Move in with your grandparents during teenage life stage
    • Adopt a robot dog (custom paint) 
  • Have no curfew
  • Party often and have a large group of not so close friends
    • Date around, never get soulmate status
  • When one of your grandparents die, talk to the grim reaper
    • Fall in love with the grim reaper
    • Start trying to kill a sim to see the reaper again
  • Try to get one of the relationship bars to 50%
    • If you can’t make it after one sim death, keep killing sims
    • The sim is insane, so use any method
  • When you reach 50% in either friendship or romance
    • Add reaper to the household with cheats
  • Throw a lot of money into the wishing well (romantic garden)
    • Use the 1,000 simoleon option 
    • Wish for a child
    • Try to get the overwhelmingly negative or death outcome 
    • Treasure the child and raise him/her with the reaper

What were you thinking during your younger days? Dating the reaper of souls? Raising a child together? Strangely enough, you began craving the mundane life you wished to escape.

  • Break up with grim reaper, move him out
  • Begin dating a normal sim
    • Have a baby biologically or adopt
  • Get engaged, do not marry yet

Gen 9: Wished Upon

Evil, Loner, Foodie

Your mother abandoned your otherworldly father when you were young. Then she moved on to a boring old sim. You hated your sibling and your stepparent. You wanted your real family back. 

  • Join the renegades as a child 
  • Become enemies with stepparent
  • Despise sibling
  • Stage an “accident” for stepparent
    • Meet up with your reaper father
    • Get parents back together
  • Become a chef
  • Live on the museum lot by the graveyard
    • Adopt a ghost pet and befriend random ghost animals
  • Never marry 
just a bet

HEY HI WADDUP

so this is based LOOSELY on will and emma from the scream tv series. if you havent seen it, that doesnt matter bc like…. its not important

ANYWAY

THEY ARE SENIORS IN THIS

THAT MEANS THEY ARE 18!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE DONT ATTACK ME FOR THIS BC THE ACTORS HAVE NO RELATION TO THE CHARACTER IM WRITING K THX

there won’t be nsfw but there are MENTIONS of it sooooo

YEAH

anyway enjoy ily all

summary: beverly bets richie he can’t get with the new kid, eddie, in under three months. richie disagrees

pairing: richie and eddie

words: 1870

part two, three, four, five


Everyone at Derry High School knew of the senior Richie Tozier. No matter who they were, what social group they were apart of, they all knew of the trashmouth. Every girl swooned over him and every gay (and possibly ‘not’ gay) guy would beg for his number. He was the ‘It’ guy in his high school and even the other high schools in the Derry school district. It was common knowledge that Richie was bi. Some people said it was fake and that he said it for more attention, but his real friends knew it wasn’t bullshit at all. 


Richie strode into the school building that Monday morning, casually sliding off his sunglasses and hooking them in his shirt. People in the hallways snuck glances at him, some even saying hello to him politely as he passed. He nodded in response, flashing them a smile. Richie approached his locker and opened it with ease, getting his few textbooks out. Despite being a ‘jock’, he still cared about his grades. 


“Hey, Rich, did you hear about the new kid?” Beverly asked casually, making her presence known. She leaned against the navy blue lockers, a small smile playing on her lips.

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Imagine Drunk Crying Over Steve’s Hair at Tina’s Party

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: You get sheet faced at Tina’s Halloween party, where you end up crying about how beautiful Steve’s hair is.

Warning: Underage drinking. Drunken shenanigans.

You stood there, atop the coffee table in the middle of Tina’s living room, spinning around with your trusty red solo cup in hand, only pausing to stamp your feet against the table along to the tune of the drums. You weren’t even sure what song was playing, but you liked it, and you liked dancing atop the table, and you like the drink in your hand. You tipped the cup up, downing two more gulps of the red liquid you had grabbed from the spiked punch bowl. You let out a “Whoop!” which was met by a chorus of “Yeah!”’s, courtesy of the high school boys watching you dance around in your skin tight Daphne Blake costume. Your best friend, Nona, had come as Velma, but you had since lost her the hands of Faye Collins and the promise of something good to smoke in the back room. With Nona gone, you were left to your own devices, and you were not a good decision maker. Nona was 95% of your impulse control, after all.  Which is how you found yourself atop this table, spinning around once more, your red solo cup falling to the floor, as it was now empty and severed you no purpose. That is also how you found yourself tripping over your kitten heels, and promptly falling off of the wooden coffee table.

A surprised “Oh!” had hardly left your lips before you felt warm arms engulf you, and you found yourself looking up at your savior.

“Oh my god, Steveeee,” you drug out the boy’s name as you looked up at his face. If you were sober, you may have noticed the melancholy that had settled over his usual content facial features, you may have even asked if he was alright. But you weren’t, and a dopy smile made its way onto your face instead.

“Steve!” you said again, as if truly registering who he was this time. You reached both of your hands up to Steve’s face and patted the poor baby’s cheeks, a fit of giggles over taking you. Steve blinked down a few times at you, drunkenly laying in his arms. His left arm was placed under your thighs, his right arm on your upper back, fulling supporting your body weight as your feet dangled a few inches above the floor. You head had lolled to the sighed as you drunkenly laughed at something that was only amusing to you.

Steve would be lying to himself if he didn’t find a small amount of pleasure in your sudden appearance, even if you were drunk. The way you E/C eyes lit up when you had realized it was him, the large smile had had over taken your features and caused your eyes to scrunch up to the point where they were almost closed. Even the way you said his name, as if you were truly happy to see him, and it lifted up the spirit that Nancy Wheeler had just crushed with one single word.

Bullshit.

“Y/N,” Steve said your name causing your neck to snap up quickly. Again with those damn shining eyes, looking at him as if he was the world. Steve’s heart beat quickened as he looked down at you.

“Yea, Stevie?” you asked, your voice excited. And you were, you had a crush on Steve for months now. A crush that had never went anywhere, seeing as how he was completely enamored with Nancy.

“Where’s Nona?” Steve asked, his gaze sweeping over the living room crowed by the students of Hawking’s High. Nona had proved harder to find that someone dressed in an florescent orange outfit should have.

“Dunno,” you said, your voice aloof. “I tired looking for her, but…” your voice trailed off as you looked up at Steve. Why did Steve want to find Nona? Nona didn’t even like Steve. Nona liked Nancy. Nona thought Nance was pretty, very pretty.

“Pretty,” you mumbled. Your hands, which you had let fall around Steve’s neck during your giggle fit, moved up again and you ran them up and down his face quickly. Steve blinked a few times and jerked his head back, trying to get anyway from your flailing hands, amused laugher left his lips and it was like music to your ears. You beamed up at Steve again, letting your hands rest on his face. “Real pretty.”

Steve’s heart jumped in his chest as you stared up at him with that intense gaze, a stare Nancy had never looked up at him with, he wasn’t sure about what it meant. But he did know that he liked it. He liked it very much. But you were drunk, and drunk people did stupid things.

“Come on Y/N, let’s go find Nona so she can take you home,” Steve said as he tried to put you back on your feet. Steve began to dip you down and your head started to swim.

“No!” you cried shrilly, jumping up and wrapping your arms back around his neck tightly and curling your body up against his. You were fully on his chest now, his hand under your knees instead of your thighs and you were looking up at him with big, bambi eyes. “No, I’m having fun, I don’t want to go home!” You whined, “Why are you trying to get rid of me Steve?”

Steve shook his head as he looked down at you, helplessly drunk in his arms. “I’m not trying to get rid of you Y/N, I’m trying to make sure you get home safe.” Steve attempted to explain, slightly amused.

“Y-Yes you are!” you accused, a pout forming on your face, “That’s mean!” Steve’s smile faltered.

Your eyes traveled back you to Steve’s face, memorizing every detail. You loved his warm brown eyes, the few beauty marks that adorned his face and… Your E/C had started to water as you looked up at him, and Steve began to panic.

“Oh shit, don’t cry, I’m sorry,” the words flew out of Steve’s mouth at a rapid pace. By this time tears were rolling down your face and Steve felt like complete and utter crap. A few minutes ago the girl he loved just told him she had never felt anything for him, now you were crying in his arms because he was a giant asshole. No wonder Nancy didn’t love him.

“You,” you hiccupped, “Your,” your voice was interrupted by the sobs leaving your body.

“I know, I’m an asshole, I’m so sorry Y/N I didn’t mean-” Steve was completely crushed by how upset he had made you.

“Your hair is so beautiful,” you wailed, shocking the hell out of the Steve.

Steve had to pick his jaw up off the floor before he turned his confused gaze to you. All at once, every bad emotion he had been feeling before was replaced with confusion and curiosity. “What?”

“It soooo fabulous,” you cried as your hands made their way to his hair, where you ran your fingers through it, sending a pleasant shutter down Steve’s spine. “Steve why is it so pretty?”

“So pretty?” Steve was so confused as he looked down into you beautiful, teary, E/C eyes, gazing at him.

“Magnificent!” you said, eyes full of wonder as you continued to play with his brown locks. They were soft between your finger tips and you let out a content sigh as your head fell against Steve’s chest, your eyes fluttering shut as you continued to play with the boy’s hair.

A hearty laugh left Steve’s chest, shaking the both of you, causing you to blink your heavy lids up at Steve.

“Was’ so funny?” you asked, sleepily. All of a sudden the night’s events had caught up with you, and Steve’s arms were the most comfortable place you had ever been, and you found yourself sinking into them.

“Nothing,” Steve muttered, still chuckling, “You’re just adorable,” Steve said as he shifted you in his arms.

“Adorable?” you mumbled.

Steve hummed as an answered, and you looked up at him with bleary eyes, “So are you, Nancy is so lucky,” you yawned out. “I wish I was Nancy so you would love me too.”

Steve’s heart stopped in his chest.

“You love me?”

You offered no answer to his question, as you were already sleeping in his arms, a goofy smile still lingering of your lips, one of your hands tangled in his hair, the other limply laying over his shoulder. Steve shook his head and smiled softly, holding you a bit tighter.

“Come on Y/N, let’s get you home,” Steve whispered and began making his way through the crowd with you securely in his arms.

Innocence

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Summary: How does someone so innocent end up with someone like Richie?

___________

Many times, the loser’s Club asked themselves one question.

How does someone like you, an innocent, pure soul, end up with a trash mouth like Richie Tozier?

And unfortunately, they were never able to answer the question.

You had been apart of the Loser’s Club for a long time before you started dating Richie. Of course, not long after Richie joined, you couldn’t help but be attracted to him. His hair, his freckles, his glasses, everything. You might’ve even been in love.

Except, you never understood his jokes.

Even though you were all in high school and you probably should’ve know a lot more, you didn’t. A lot of times, it caused you to be teased, but you could care less.

Though, it did make it hard during times when you were with your friends and joking around. For example, when Eddie complained about Richie spending his summer inside an arcade and Richie responded with, “It’s better than spending it inside your mom.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Stan immediately shoved his hands on top of your ears while him and Bill glared at Richie.

“D-don’t ruin our precious (Y/n),” Bill said.

So, when you and Richie admitted to liking each other and agreeing to go out, the Losers lost their shit.

“You’re going to ruin her!”

“You’re going to take away her innocence!”

“Don’t mess this up!”

After about a month of dating, they finally got over it. They could see how much Richie tried to limit himself around you and how much he actually cared.

Until one day, everything went wrong.

You and the Losers had been riding your bikes around town, going to get ice cream and then going to the park. You had only been there for about 30 minutes when it happened.

Eddie and Richie had been arguing about the homework you received from your English class when Eddie said, “What in the world did you do with your life to become this stupid?”

“Your mom.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, your eyes widened as did everyone else’s. Hell, even Richie seemed shocked.

The group stared at you for what felt like hours before all hell broke loose. The all immediately started talking (screaming) over each other, completely freaking out. Some of them asked what made you say that while others accused Richie of corrupting “your innocent brain”.

In the midst of all the chaos, Richie suddenly grinned at you from the bench he was sitting on before yelling, “That’s my girl!” Bev then proceeded to slap him on the head.

You blushed bright red at this, wanting nothing more than to disappear. You did not like all the attention and wished you hadn’t even opened your mouth.

Finally, after about an hour of the group freaking out, you all agreed to start heading home. The group went their separate ways while you and Richie walked home together.

The two of you walked side by side in a comfortable silence. That was until Richie spoke up.

“That was hot.”

You looked at him incredulously.

“What?”

“What you said earlier. That was hot.”

You blushed slightly, looking down.

“Thanks, I guess.”

The rest of the walk home was silent, up until you got to your house. You and Richie stood outside, facing each other.

“I had fun today, we should do it again.”

“Only if it includes you talking back like that again.”

“Then maybe I will.”

Giving him a quick peck on the cheek, you rushed inside, leaving a smiling (and slightly red) Richie Tozier on your front porch.

If MCR Songs Were People

This probably already exists but I spent two hours doing this instead of sleeping. Tell me which song you’re most like.

Welcome to the Black Parade: has a flair for the dramatic, doesn’t know how to do a smoky eye, was in the marching band in high school, daddy issues.

Sleep: has insomnia, PTSD, nightmares, is self deprecating, just wants to go the fuck to sleep

Destroya: probably gay, moans like a bitch during sex, pretty fucking hardcore, shit immune system though, lives for anarchy

House of Wolves:
will burn in hell (or believes they will), is a bad mother fucker, has a sister who should be scared, pyromaniac, “Catholic”

Vampire Money: all over the place, drinks a lot but parties like a beast, has a Bowie obsession, likes driving fast and loud music

Na Na Na: really artistic, pansexual, likes to scream lyrics, rebel at heart, probably still wears bandanas, sunglasses and boots all day every  day, fuck the government

Cancer: is dying, will die, all of your friends will die, actually doesn’t have any friends, really depressed, in pain, martyr

S.I.N.G: activist, owns jeggins, would join an underground gang if they had the balls, likes neon things for some unknown reason

Early Sunsets Over Monroeville: loves zombies, probably owns a Hawaiian   shirt, really quiet and doesn’t talk much, hangs out in shopping centres/malls but never buys anything

Demolition Lovers: is probably part of an underground gang, has to go away for “work” a lot, has a shotgun in the trunk of their car, teal,  unrequited love

Helena: recent death in the family, super fucking dramatic, lots of makeup, always wears black (maybe some red), nail polish is always chipped, imagines/fantasises things that will never happen all the time

Teenagers:
super punk, goes to concerts all the time, will break shit just for fun, has authority issues, probably friends with a lot of delinquents, is a delinquent, doesn’t read books, drinks a lot

Famous Last Words:
is constantly having an existential crisis, really   committed when it comes to relationships, cowboy boots, goes outside at midnight for no reason

I Don’t Love You: always heartbroken, never cuts hair, plays guitar,  goes on road trips when things get difficult, super emotional, cries a lot

I’m Not Okay:
is still in high school, I don’t care if they’re 39  they’re still in high school, hates high school, does stupid shit all  the time because fuck it, high school, is not okay, is friends with  weird people, high school

Mama: PTSD, self deprecating, mama’s boy/girl/person, has a sick sense of humour, laughs manically for no reason, cutthroat

You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison: probably gay, went to prison, had a fuck tonne of bitches (I’m kidding, they were actually the  bitch to a fuck tonne of other people), can’t adjust, has issues with  family

Headfirst for Halos: epic, is not okay, always trying to think  positively but is screaming inside, thinks about doing stupid shit all  the time (i.e. Putting a gun to their head)

Vampires Will Never Hurt You: screams a lot, has a vampire fettish, hates Twilight with a passion, has never gone outside, wouldn’t mind dying if I was a wooden stake to the heart, sucks dick

The Ghost of You:
fought in WWII, had a pretty girlfriend, wears round glasses with gold rims, is tall and lanky, has a brother, gets shot in  the chest, screams, dies

The Light Behind Your Eyes: is finding ways to deal with severe depression, cries a bit but quietly, reads a lot of books, all their friends are dead, trying to stay strong despite the fact they’re dying inside, sings like an angel

Give ‘em Hell Kid: lives life fast, probably has killed someone, wears red and like khaki green, shouts a lot, belongs in a 2005 MTV short, lives life on the edge, fatalistic

To The End: has read Dante’s Inferno, is a mafioso, fatalistic, has  probably organised the death of many people, likes to drink cyanide, sleeps a lot, owns diamond jewellery, likes cake

The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You: has no faith in life, likes western movies, will yell at you, has  applied for a license to kill, likes to sleep with people (like nap I  mean)

Thank You For The Venom: likes snakes, has probably almost OD’d, hates  the doctors, is stubborn, death obsessed, has probably stabbed someone, wears striped long sleeve t-shirts, hates running, hopes to be shot one day

Hang 'Em High: is death obsessed, clinically insane, screams a lot,  always makes a lot of aesthetic statements about things with black and  white connotations, Catholic, fuck off

It’s Not a Fashion Statement It’s a Fucking Death Wish: swears in front  of their parents, wears their mum’s clothes, is obsessed with killing  enemies, is always predicting their death to be soon.

Cemetery Drive: all too real, has a girlfriend, likes to hang out in  cemeteries, girlfriend has issues and ended her life, now has issues  because of it, drinks a lot, really fucking depressed

I Never Told You What I Do For A Living: is 100% a serial killer, sociopath, also has OCD, scary as shit

The End: is dying, but isn’t too sad, wishes to attend their own funeral  as a ghost, has no self confidence, can’t be fucking bothered growing  up, doesn’t give a shit, is very chill, wears yellow accessories

Dead!: Is dead, is having a party about being dead, wondering if all the  assholes in their life are in hell, no one actually likes them, laughs  at inappropriate moments, is a great dancer

This Is How I Disappear: really fucking dramatic, will be upset and   disappear if you break up with them, dramatic, is a part time satanist, will make a voodoo doll of you if you fuck with them, candles

The Sharpest Lives: goes out late at night, never showers, drinks   heavily, would probably go cannibal if it was legal, always in pain,   lives life on the fucking edge, will burn large objects, has sinus   issues

Disenchanted: is constantly torn, never actually cries, writes books,  likes to take chances, likes birds, got in trouble with the police for  some stupid but really fun shit, friends need to get their shit together  and learn a lesson

Bulletproof Heart: Gravity doesn’t mean to much to them, has self  confidence but not enough to stop running away, runs away a lot, wears  really funky colourful clothing, is very kind but misunderstood

Planetary GO!: goes to a lot of cool night clubs, knows how to fucking  party, is still very punk on the inside, sweats a lot (bc they dance a  lot), jumps up and down for no fucking reason

The Only Hope For Me Is You: is obsessed with being remembered, only has  one friend, is kinda depressed and really needs someone to hold onto,  but is also really questioning life and society, wants to run away to a  more aesthetic place

Party Poison: speaks fluent Japanese (cough I mean Weeaboo), watches a  lot of anime, loves Kpop and Jpop fashion, will party but goes to the  weirdest parties, dyes their hair, fuck the bullshit meaning of life  they do what they want

Save Yourself I’ll Hold Them Back: is a badass, known for being a  badass, stole your mum’s car and took you on the best date ever, wears a  lot of leather, ready for a fight, probably gets into a lot of fights  anyway, probably once looked like Danny from Greece

SCARECROW: is probably on LSD, smokes a lot of weed, is really chill,  too fucking chill, wears psychedelic t-shirts, is actually a  philosophical genius, reads a lot of poetry

Summertime: they might go outside if it’s summer, listens to music with  headphones on full blast, goes on the train a lot, likes to walk around  listening to music and pretends they’re making the aesthetic parts of  the music video they’re listening to, soft kitty

The Kids From Yesterday: is constantly nostalgic, loves Star Wars and  Queen, always having flashbacks, wears yellow and read things, feels  misunderstood, trying to figure out the meaning of life

Honey, This Mirror Isn’t Big Enough For The Two Of Us: likes Fall Out  Boy when they had long song titles, has issues, a lot of issues, ugly  screams a lot, doesn’t care, wears dark denim jackets, hates this girl  who fucked their brother

Drowning Lessons: has a lot of anxiety, constantly worried, always  running away from problems and situations, can’t swim, always has  regrets, has pink things

Our Lady Of Sorrows: was in a gang once, loves to get into switchblade fights, is really scary and bloodthirsty, believes in pagan gods, but   will protect you, blood blood blood.

Skylines and Turnstiles: saw 9/11 happen, life was changed because of  it, decided that they wanted to be in a band, made a band with brother  and his fren, got some dreadlocked weed smoking fanboy to join, the  drummer is an asshole x3, breaks up after 12 years, deems it to be a  good idea, scared of butane

This Is The Best Day Ever: this is the worst day ever, has no rhythm, is  really confused with what is going in, went to hospital a lot and hated  it, screams a bit, is a bit scared of needles, studded belts, suck dick

Cubicles: will die alone (or at least they think), hates their job, the  only thing that entertains them at work is people gossiping at the water  cooler, is actually having a severe existential crisis

Boy Division: is friends with people who would have a fucking rocking  funeral, stalks school girls, looks dead but only dresses that way,  likes to sing about California, paranoid all the time

Tomorrow’s Money: fell in love with a vampire, slightly aggressive, can  surf, stopped screaming three years ago, wants to be a doctor, hates   people who are thought of as heroes, ruined converses

AMBULANCE: screams in an aesthetically pleasing way, thinks you know  nothing, super weird, goes out after dark, likes to drive big cars,  wouldn’t mind driving, is super reliable even when they let you down

Gun.: was probably conscripted into the military, actually hates   violence and guns, wants to stay at home all the time, likes to call the  shots, owns an old uniform that they’ll never throw out

The World Is Ugly: likes Blade Runner and fairy lights, thinks weird  people are very beautiful, insanely observant of other people’s  behaviours, wears knee high socks and converses, hates the world because  it’s terrible

Kiss The Ring: belongs in an alternate universe where it’s still the  medieval time but rock bands exist, is probably a contract killer, likes  to overthrow the king every five years, has really fucked up logic  about why it’s okay to kill a lot of people, cutthroat

Make Rooom!!!!: probably goes to discos, does not panic at them,  actually has some self confidence but always gets into stupid situations  and flails, wears the tightest pants in the world, wears earrings with  crosses on them

Surrender the Night: constantly lonely, likes to drive long distances to  think, lost a loved one, has cool patches on their jacket, has been to  hospital twice, likes to listen to you, always keeps secrets unless you  fuck with them

Burn Bright
: likes going to the city just to look at all the lights,   walks around and thinks that certain things would look nice on Tumblr,   unstable, can be aggressive, very in tune with their surroundings, kind of a Buddhist

Common People: your average person, always struggling financially, wears  a lot of blue, always falls in love with shallow rich girls for no  reason, really just wants to live however the fuck they want

Every Snowflake Is Different: loves children’s TV shows, goes to the  snow every year, loves winter and hot chocolate, will cry if you take  their toys away, will be a good parent, too busy having fun to give a  fuck

Desolation Row: got beat up at school, is now in a cutthroat gang, spits  a lot, wears a lot of eyeliner, likes Grease but is also super punk  rock, hates wearing underwear, likes to break shit all the time

Desert Song: is recovering from a drug addiction, is still in a really  dark place, trying to stay strong, is questioning the meaning of life,  probably had teal roots at some stage

Black Dragon Fighting Society: drinks juice when they’re killing because  it’s fucking delicious, really likes dragons, reads too much, hates  society, would run away but that would mean no books and no juice so no  fucking way, likes hot pink and black

Zero Percent: hates everyone, would kill everyone, really hates people,  does whatever the fuck they want, will kill everybody, will put zero   effort into school or work, does their own thing.

Mastas of Ravenkroft: worried about growing old, has no self confidence,  will only have sex if the lights are turned off, feels very old at a  very young age because of shitty bones, also has no fucking chill

F.T.W.W.W.:
fuck society, is super digital, but also really retro,   always tells people to kiss their ass, lives in a futuristic society,   likes robots, has a licking fettish, likes to destroy shit, will   probably spit randomly

We Don’t Need Another Song About California: Summertime’s long lost  twin, really doesn’t give a shit about California, but likes the sun,  probably lives in Florida, hates magazines, probably has a fake name,  thinks that nothing matters

All The Angels: is dying, has minutes left, girlfriend has issues   because she’s a little risky, everything has gone wrong, everyone is   upset, probably died three years ago, never went to heaven, likes pretty  flowers and dead things

Romance:
a complete and utter 1800s Romantic, has probably ready  Frankenstein, wants to go on epic journeys, never showers, likes spices,  old fashioned, would probably get into the steampunk fashion thing

Blood: is forever in the 1920s, was a war hero but hates themself,  laughs manically sometimes, has a thing for blood but hates vampires,  90% human wreckage, 23% awful fuck, 8% bad at math, 14% clueless

two ships passing in the night.

Originally posted by golden--tragedy

(billy hargrove x reader)

request: remember me w/ Billy? 💕 (from dating prompts: Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character trying to get another to remember them)

summary: reader is home for the holidays, and meets an old enemy (ish). turns out late night diner talks aren’t the worst thing in the world. 

word count: 2,568

warning: there are mentions of abuse in here. nothing detailed, but it’s mentioned.


The holidays are a lot of things, but after high school, they went on another level of special for you. You’d ended up missing your friends and family a lot more while you were at college, so a couple of weeks at home was on par with heaven for you - even in your junior year.

You’d been home for a couple of days by that point. The first day home had been spent in your bed catching up on all of the sleep that you’d missed out on during the fall semester. The second and third day, however, had considered of the party crowding into your house, Dustin and Steve making hundreds of cookies while the rest tried to steal any amount of cookie dough that they could.

It was weird, being older. The kids were growing up, all but Will having grown taller than you (Will was as tall as you now, and you had no illusions that in a year, you’d be the shortest one). Nancy and Jonathan were in college as well, due back within the next few days. Steve had - to the frustration of his father - decided to stay in Hawkins and join the police force to work alongside Hopper.

“Who else is going to save his old ass when the weird shit hits the fan again?”

So it had been nice to see them all again, the pain in your chest abating a little the longer you were all together.

You loved your family and spending time with them, but with the party, it was different. Shared trauma, and all that.

Eventually, though, everyone ended up heading out. Lucas and Max had talked of going to the movies, while the rest of them were heading to their various homes. Except Mike, who was taking El home himself.

(The thought of him driving disturbed you on a whole other level.)

Once they’d all left, you shrugged on your coat and shoved a hat on your head, wincing as you stepped outside. The cold stung your face, but you tried not to pay much attention to it. Hawkins Main Street was calling to you, and you’d be damned if you didn’t go.

From the time that you’d been a child, you’d always loved walking into town, late at night in December. It was like your own private Christmas lights show. String lights were strung from street lamp to street lamp, with wreaths shaped as bells and Christmas trees lined the pole lights. The storefronts were all individually decorated to the owner’s preference, but most had Santa and presents in some form or another.

You’d just made it into town, your hands shoved deep into your pockets when you heard someone calling your name. You froze at the sound of the voice, trying to place it.

“Y/N! Y/L/N, is that you?” You turned around slowly, furrowing your brow as your gaze settled on the man approaching you. The voice reminded you of Billy Hargrove, but the man in front of you…

He had short hair - no mullet in sight - and was grinning easily at you. Sure, towards the end of your senior year, Billy hadn’t been bothering you anymore, but that was due to Max almost taking a nail-ridden bat to his crotch.

“Uh, yeah? Do I know you?”

“You don’t remember me? Do I look that different without the mullet?”

Your eyes widened. Holy shit, it was Billy Hargrove.

“Nah, I just didn’t recognize you without you harassing me and my friends.” You raised your eyebrows at him as he looked down at his shoes. His lips pressed together into a thin line as he looked back towards you.

“I was a pretty big dick to you, huh?”

“You were a bigger dick to Lucas Sinclair. And your little stepsister.”

He let out a sigh, nodding his head slow a couple of times.

“I know I was. I had a lot of shit going on, but that doesn’t excuse what I said. Or what I did. I’m, uh, I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You stared at him, your gaping mouth resembling a fish. It had been around three years since all of that had happened. People could change in that amount of time, but Billy Hargrove? Really?

“What the hell happened to you?”

He barked out a humorless laugh, ducking his head once more before taking in a deep breath, and letting it out through his nose.

“You wanna grab some coffee?” You furrowed your brow, giving him a look that made him chuckle. “It’s kind of a long story, and I’m starting to freeze my ass off.”

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TAYLOR AND ABIGAIL’S FRIENDSHIP MAKES ME SO EMO BECAUSE LIKE NOT THAT MANY PEOPLE ARE ABLE TO KEEP IN SUCH CLOSE CONTACT WITH PEOPLE FROM HIGH SCHOOL, LET ALONE SOMEONE AT TAYLOR’S LEVEL OF FAME??? LIKE SHE’S ALWAYS TRAVELLING SHE’S HARDLY EVER BACK IN NASHVILLE LONG DISTANCE FRIENDSHIPS CAN BE SO HARD AND ABIGAIL ISN’TIN THE INDUSTRY AT ALL BUT THEY’RE STILL BEST FRIENDS AFTER ALL THIS TIME!! AND TAYLOR IS STILL MAID OF HONOUR AT HER WEDDING!!! IT’S JUST A TESTAMENT TO BOTH OF THEIR CHARACTERS THAT THEY WERE ABLE TO MAKE THEIR HIGH SCHOOL FRIENDSHIP LAST THROUGH ALL OF THIS I’M

The Upside of Falling Down

Originally posted by captain-pizzamaster

Warnings: Language

Pairing: University!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: Hey guys!!! I’m so excited to finally be able to post my next series!!! Skyline received so much positive response and I really really hope you guys like this next story as much. It’s going to be pretty different, but I hope you enjoy it.  Also, while I have you, let’s just cover some housekeeping stuff: I do not have a tags list, so please please please stop spamming me with requests to tag!!! I appreciate how much you like my writing, but I have it in my bio and put it on almost every update.  I try my best to respond to every message I get, and sorting through all those messages just makes it harder!! Secondly, I don’t think I am going to be opening up requests.  I’m going back to school in a week, and I have eight classes as well as three jobs.  I’m going to do my best to update once a week, but I really just want to focus on the longer stories that I love, so I can give you guys the quality you deserve.  I’ll make a longer post about this all later.  Let me know what you think about this story!!! I would love to hear some feedback.

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You never expected university to be easy.

When you walked up the steps of Columbia University for the first time freshman year, you had known that the path ahead of you would be hard.  Extremely difficult, even.  But nothing had prepared you for the hurricane that would be your life for the next ten months.  Between the all night cram sessions, endless term papers, lab studies, and regular class hours, you were emotionally, mentally, and even physically drained by the time you finished your final exams.  As you packed up your freshman dorm, you remembered how excited you had been while decorating it for the first time, and shook your head at how naïve you had been.  Freshman year left you beaten, bruised, and with permanent bags under your eyes, but at least it was done.

Now, walking into your sophomore year, you knew what to expect.  You knew what had to be done to manage your time and your life.  You knew what study methods worked for you, and what didn’t.  You knew when it was wise to go to a party and when to stay in to finish your English literature essay.  You knew which friends to avoid during exam week so they wouldn’t whisk you off to a frat kegger, and which friends would hold up flashcards to help you study. You knew what profs gave retests, where the best snack places were on campus, the best study corrals in the library. You knew the name of the librarian that would spend his time helping you find all the resources you needed for your chemistry write up, and the emails of every TA for every one of your classes. Unlike last year, you were prepared. You were ready.

But you weren’t ready, however, for the biology fieldtrip to Thatcher State Park, the fall you were about to have, and the unexpected consequences that would follow. There was no way to study up on how to keep a secret.  There were no flashcards on what to do if one of your classmates entrusts you with their life.  There was no way to prepare for Peter Parker.

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Stranger Things/Jim Hopper/Billy Hargrove imagines - Guys My Age

Originally posted by loislne

Originally posted by saberghatz

AN: This is just something to keep you going until I can properly post on the weekend. 

Summary: The new boy takes an interest to you but guys your age just don’t do it for you anymore

Pairing(s): Hopper x Reader, (Slight)Billy Hargrove x reader

Word count: 1,243

Warnings: Hopper is much older than the reader but reader is legal. No spoilers. It’s short but it’s just something to keep you going until the weekend. It’s fluffy. 

A couple new kids in town this time of year was always normal but you rarely got any interesting new faces. 

Rumour had it was that the new bad boy of the Haskin’s high school was quite the catch; not that you cared much considering you weren’t currently dating a high school boy but instead preferred the more mature option in men. It had always been that way. 

You left high school a couple years ago so you did have some friends that were in their senior year now and were spilling all the gossip to you when they came into the store. 

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All Night Long

All Night Long (m) (80′s song choice)

Words: 9k

Warning/genre: 80s!au: smut and language

Pairing: Reader x Chanyeol

Summary: Chanyeol isn’t your stereotype popular jock. He loves to come into the arcade, you work in, with his friends. Spending all his time having the highest score on at least half of the games. When you two are the only people left in the arcade on a Friday night, there is no telling what adventures you’d get up to that night. 

Based off of this moodboard by @bluenoceur


You were leaning on the counter with your head in the palm of your hand. You loved working at the arcade but even more because Park Chanyeol came in all the time. He was a very well known senior. He and his group of friends were very popular even though they didn’t look like it. Chanyeol has a baby face but a deep voice that made you swoon like any other school girl. Even his smile crushed you like an ant under a boot.

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The Heart - Roman Godfrey

(Nerd!Reader X Roman Godfrey)

You tutor Roman Godfrey in Anatomy, the Cardiovascular System to be exact.

A/N : This is one of my first tries when writing for Roman so I’m going to say sorry in advance! Give me some time to master writing for him! Enjoy!

Originally posted by iamfire355

Hemlock Grove High School was unwelcoming to say the least. Despite having lived in the sleepy town for all of your life, you couldn’t help but feel apart from your peers. While they gossiped, you were studying. While they went out with their friends, you were home alone. One thing that came from this was your good grades. You were soon recommended to be a tutor.

Hardly anyone ever came up to the Peer Tutoring lab. If they did, they would seek help from someone more affable, approachable instead of yourself. It didn’t matter how smart you were, your personality off put so many people, they refused to get the help they truly needed. Part of you liked it that way; you had grown used to the cold shoulders after a few years. However, deep down, it hurt you.

It hurt that no one wanted to talk to you, ask you a question about the Algebra homework or number forty-five on that History assignment. It hurt that, while you sat alone at a table, all the other tutors were explaining to their friends what the difference between a covalent and an ionic bond were. So, instead of thinking about how much it hurt, you busied yourself with a book.

You were already in deep within the pages when the rapping of knuckles against the table frightened you. You looked up and your eyes locked with none other than Roman Godfrey. You had known him since grade school, liked him since grade six. So of course it was him that came up to you. The boy offered you a soft smile, as if in apology; but Roman never apologizes.

“I need help with something,” he said coldly, “you’re a tutor right?” You nodded, peering at him as you closed your book.

“You care about your grades?” You countered, without missing a beat. Roman actually smiled, taking the seat next to you at your empty table.

“I need to pass,” he said, “my mom’s been riding my ass all week about it.” He reached down into his bag, pulling out a binder. His lips were pursed as he moved, his jaw tight with agitation. He flopped the binder on the table with a smacking sound that drew the attention of people in the room.

“Anatomy,” you said, opening the binder. “You’re covering the body systems…” Roman only nodded, watching you as you looked over his notes. You suppressed a smile as your eyes skimmed over his handwriting. It was fanciful, not the childish font most males scribbled in. Little sketches also caught your attention. A wolf’s face and a few snakes littered the margins on his notebook.

“We have a test soon,” Roman said, bringing your eyes to meet his own. “On the Cardiovascular system, I think. I’m not good with-”

“The heart? Does blood make you queasy?” You asked, leaning over the binder. Roman scoffed at your words, rolling his eyes. You noticed the quirking of his lips a little, making your heart flutter. He looked good when he smiled.

“You ask a lot of questions,” he said blatantly. While his original annoyance lingered in his expression, mischief glimmered in his eyes too.  

“I don’t see many people asking me for help,” you explained.

“Maybe ‘cause you ask so many questions,” Roman said, the hints of a grin forming on his lips. You had heard about those lips. Girls of Hemlock High raved about the magic Roman Godfrey could work. You yourself had wondered, but never dared to entertain the thoughts of him any further. If you did, you wouldn’t be able to focus.

“I can help you,” you said, flipping through his notebook to find the notes on the heart. When you found the pages, you looked back up at Roman whose gaze was glued on you. You swallowed hard under his gaze, shifting in your seat. It wasn’t just his lips, it was his eyes. You felt your heartbeat start to quicken as you mentally cursed yourself.  

“So-uh, where should we begin? The circulatory system?” You asked, clearing your throat. When Roman didn’t respond, you looked up at him.

“I was thinking, maybe the inner workings of the heart.” You nearly melted at the tone of his voice. The heart, of course. His green eyes were bright, a full grin on his face now. He knew exactly what he was doing. You felt a red-hot blush creep onto your features and you knew it would be a long study session.


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Talk Me Down (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Title: Talk Me Down

Warnings: mentions of abuse, tears, sad, slight angst

A/N: Based off of Troye Sivan’s song Talk Me Down. I’ve got conflicted feelings for Billy. I don’t like how he is such an ass (he’s also racist tbh. unless he heard about Lucas’ involvement in all the crap with Hawkins Lab, that’s the only other explanation), but I sympathize with him and understand him. I want to protect him and hug him and listen to him rant and vent and let out his emotions.

Originally posted by bigbadroman



I wanna sleep next to you, but that’s all I wanna do right now.
And I wanna come home to you, but home is just a room full of my safest sounds.


Hawkins High School was buzzing with teenagers, all excited for the weekend. You were one of them. It was the weekend, you had no homework, and surprisingly, you had plans.

Somehow, you found yourself being friends with a bully. Not publicly, at least. It would make people think even less of Billy, and you knew that wasn’t going to be good for him. Nobody at school knew what went on in Billy’s home life except for you. You’d often find yourself slowly opening your window, praying it wouldn’t wake up anyone else in the house. Billy would do his best to stay quiet, climbing into your bedroom. His eyes would be rimmed red, wet tears leaving trails down his face. 

You’d settle back into bed, sliding under the covers. You’d hold them up, so he could slide in next to you. His arms would wrap around you and yours would do the same. He’d rest his head in the crook of your neck and let out the rest of his tears, you just ran your fingers through his hair and held him. He found solace, comfort, and care in your arms- something he didn’t have much experience with.


Cause you know that I can’t trust myself with my 3 A.M. shadow,
I’d rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone.


Billy found himself thinking of you often. Your kindheartedness and your compassion was most evident. He needed someone like that in his life, especially right now. His left cheek stung, and a small cut was evident on his cheek bone. The crimson colors on the clock seemed to shout the time at him, 3:04 a.m.

Tears trailed down his cheeks, hot and salty. It made his left cheek sting even more and the cut on his right cheek began to burn. His eyes closed, his mind drifting to you. Your sweet smile, your kind eyes, your guiding light, you. You were the person that brought Billy back to earth, the one who made him calm and rational. 


I wanna sleep next to you, 
And that’s all I wanna do right now.
So come over now, and talk me down.

All it took was a phone call and you were on your way to Billy’s house. The shrill ring woke up your mom, and you didn’t feel the need to lie. So you told her the truth.

“A friend of mine, they don’t have the best home life. They just need a friend right now. I’ll be home in the morning.” 

Your concerned eyes and honest words made your mother smile at you. “Be safe.” she gave a single nod, and you grabbed a jacket, heading out the front door.

The window to Billy’s room was open, a welcome sign. So you climbed in as quietly as you could, seeing him curled up into a ball in the corner of his room. You slipped off your shoes, tiptoeing over to him. “Hey, Billy.” you whispered softly, his quiet sobs filling your ears. You kneeled down in front of him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s me, it’s Y/N.” 

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He just needed a friend, somebody in his life who he knew would never hurt him terribly.



I wanna hold hands with you
But that’s all I wanna do right now


Your eyes locked with Billy’s in the school hallway. You smiled at him and he gave you a half-second smile back. It made you heart break, the way Billy ignored you at school. You understood the need to uphold a reputation. You didn’t understand his constant need to be an asshole, although after meeting his father, you did. You understood why you and Billy had to keep your distance from each other at school. But you didn’t like it. You wanted to hold his hand, and kiss him on the cheek. You were developing a crush, and you knew it wouldn’t end well for you. Not in the slightest. 

But he needed you. Or at least you thought.



And I wanna get close to you
‘Cause your hands and lips still know their way around, oh
And I know I like to draw at night, when it starts to get surreal



The way she hung on Billy made your heart drop into stomach. How her arms wrapped around his waist, looking up at him like he was the world. The hot, sexy world.  And he was. She looked and him with lust and he looked at her the same way. 

Billy had found somebody else to calm him down, to spend their nights with him. He found somebody else. Somebody that wasn’t you. 

You must have just been a shock blanket. You know, like the ones they keep in ambulances and put over people’s shoulders when they’re in a state of shock or have just gone through something possibly traumatic? That’s what you were. You were used and then carelessly tossed to the side. You weren’t really sure what purpose you served, but you served one. 

And once they didn’t need you anymore, you were shrugged away and discarded.

The loud Michael Jackson song that was blaring through the speakers was what you focused on. Your eyes turned away from Billy and his new girl and focused on the song. Tommy H. was throwing a party and for some reason (most likely boredom and looking for a source of amusement), you decided to go. So, why not live a little? You didn’t need to drink, or do whatever the hell it was they were doing in the bathroom. You didn’t need to do a kegstand. You did the one thing that helped you let loose. 

You danced. 

You made your way to the dance floor and just started to move around. Your hips swayed to the beat, your head nodding along. Body heat radiated from every which way, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes filling your nostrils. You danced with nobody but yourself. 

It was like you were invisible, dancing alone. You had no need to grind on someone, no need to sling your arms around a stranger. You were content with filling the hole in your heart yourself. It’s the only way to do it. 



But the less time that I spend with you, the less you’ll need to heal. 
I wanna sleep next to you, but that’s all I wanna do right now.
So come over now, and talk me down.


Billy hadn’t called you in weeks. When you passed him in the hallway, you avoided his gaze. You shrunk back into the crowd and made yourself invisible. He had different girls to fill the void in him now, girls who gave him more than you did. A shock blanket, all you were. All you’d ever be to him. 


That night, as you lay in bed reading a book, your phone rang. You glanced up at it, your heart beginning to beat faster. What if it was Billy? But what if it wasn’t? 

So you let it ring. 

And then, the ringing stopped. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, knowing it was most likely just a wrong number.

And then the phone rang again. 

You had to pick it up- you couldn’t just let it ring. “Hello?”

“Y/N?” 

It was Billy.

You sighed. “Look Billy, I understand you don’t need me anymore so you don’t need to call me and apologize and rub it in my face that you’ve found a better fix, okay?”

His breath shook as he spoke, “I need you. I need you right now. I’m so sorry, I truly am. I was a dick and I shouldn’t have been. I’m so sorry. I understand if you don’t want to hang out or be friends or.. or whatever the hell we were. I get it. But, if it’s possible, I just need someone right now. I was such a prick, and I’m sorry.”

Your heart ached, and you knew there was a chance you were gonna regret this. “I’ll be over in ten.” 

I HATE YOU. I LOVE YOU?

anon said: Hi! If your request are still open… can I request a jimin bad boy smut where her father’s friend son ( jimin) is living with them for a few years and the tension is just building up. Thank you! I love your writings!💕💕

Summary: Throughout high school you’ve hated Park Jimin. That doesn’t change when he begins living with you… or does it? 

Warnings: language, oral sex (unprotected) 

Word Count: 10.7k+ 

A/N: The gif is mine. 


When you were two years old you’d met Park Jimin. He wasn’t even a year older than you and your father’s best friend’s son. That was beyond confusing for your two year old mind so he was simply referred to as a family friend’s son. You never had a problem with Park Jimin until your freshman year of high school when everything changed. He’d cut off all ties with you and began hanging out with a group of six other boys. He had a different girl hanging onto his arm each week and it was no secret that he and his friends often bet each other to ask girls out just for kicks.

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silk → kim taehyung & jeon jungkook

⤷ college!au where you somehow steal the hearts of both the campus fuckboy and your best friend

pairing / kim taehyung x reader, jeon jungkook x reader

fluff / angst / smut

warnings / this part is pure smut with a dash of angst, sin at your will

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Originally posted by jjks

You weren’t necessarily a “party person”. Sure, you had gone to a fair share of parties in high school and made your teenage mistakes. But, as you had started university, you wanted to focus on studies and relations with friends rather than uphold a huge social life. You were very content with a night in your room, in comfy clothes and a movie on the television.

So, you didn’t know exactly how you had gotten into this position; Taehyung’s hands rubbing against your womanhood through your thin, soaked underwear and his lips against your neck. All you felt was the way your body moved against his.

His finger found its way into your heat, making a moan escape your lips at the sudden action. He smirked against your neck as he pumped his digits into you and continued to leave marks along your collarbone.

You gripped onto his shoulders, sure to leave marks the next day, as he bit and sucked at your skin. His fingers never lost power and quickness as he scissored and stretched you. You were already a writhing, moaning mess under his touch.

He detached himself from your neck and looked down at you. His eyes were full of complete lust, dark and daring as he watched you squirm with pleasure. His light hair stuck to his forehead in sweat, making him look even more like a sin.

You were leaning up to watch what he was doing to you when your phone rang from the beside table of whoever’s room you two were in. 

But, Taehyung didn’t seem to mind. Not in the least. He just continued kissing your body, trailing kisses down your collarbone, to the valley in between your breasts, to your stomach. You watched him, completely blocking out the vibration of your phone ringing, as he smirked and pulled your underwear down and throwing them over his shoulder.

Your phone continued ringing as his lips made contact with your heat. His tongue was just as sinful as you imagined, licking a long and agonizingly slow strip along your folds before completely ravishing you and eating you as though he was starving. Your back ached and you let out a loud moan, engulfed in pleasure and unready for the roughness of his tongue.

He paused just as you were going to release, and whispered lowly “aren’t you going to answer the phone?”

Your eyes grew wide. There was no way you were going to answer the phone with him making you a complete mess. But, before you could shake your head and tell him to return to what he was doing, he reached to the side and answered the phone, placing it by your ear. He smirked, and moved his fingers faster inside you.

“Y/n? Where did you go?” Jungkook’s voice asked through the phone, his tone full of worry.

Taehyung slowly returned to his position in between your legs, licking slowly at your folds. You watched him and swallowed.

“I’m fine, I just needed some air.” you told him, even though your voice was strained and you had trouble forming the one sentence.

“You don’t sound fine.” he replied. “Where are you? We can go home if you want. I know you didn’t want to come, and I…”

You blocked out Jungkook’s voice as Taehyung suddenly got even faster, if that was possible. His tongue found your clit and you had to put your hand over your mouth to stop a moan from escaping.

“Jungkook, it’s fine.” you interrupted. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen in half an hour, yeah?”

“Okay, but…”

You hung up before he could finish. Taehyung watched you, he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Taehyung~” you moaned as he entered another finger, pushing in and out of you.

Hearing you moan his name, he only wanted to go faster. His tongue worked incredibly fast against your clit, and his fingers stretched and curled inside you, hitting you in all the right places. It wasn’t long for you to come undone, releasing yourself onto his fingers and mouth.

He cleaned you with his tongue, licking his lips before standing. He moved to hover over you. He stuck his fingers into your mouth, making you taste your own juices from his digits. Your eyes never left each other’s. That was, until you looked down and seen the thick outline of his member in his boxers.

“I need you~” you told him, your voice low and full of lust.

He didn’t need you to say anything else. He stood and removed his boxers, fully revealing his full and hard member. Pumping his shaft a couple of times, he reached for his pants that were earlier discarded to the floor. He pulled out a condom and swiftly put it on, you watching intently from the bed.

Taehyung was at your entrance again, this time rubbing his tip against your opening.

“Are you ready?” he asked, as though he would get a no.

You nodded, moving your hips in a circle to tell him you’re ready. You need him.

He put his hands on your hips and entered into you slowly. You let out a noise in between a sigh and a moan as you felt him inside you, and he groaned above you.

He stayed there, fully inside you, breathing heavily, until you started feeling a slight pain. You tried to move your hips, to motion for him to move, but his hands gripped you too hard at your hips.

“Move…please…” you whimpered.

He let out another breath, whispering something inaudible about tightness, before moving. He didn’t move slowly, like he had when he first entered you. He removed himself almost all the way, before slamming into you. Feeling him fill you and reach places undiscovered, you already were moaning and choked for breath.

Sweat dripped from his forehead onto you as he continued a fast pace. In between rough thrusts, he managed to leave a couple of kisses to your neck. You were sure to have bruises on your hips where he gripped, and hickeys down your body.

He lifted one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, giving him access to hit your g-spot with every thrust.

Never once coming down from his pace, you were already feeling another wave of pleasure coming. You moaned and screamed his name, making his hips snap into you roughly.

With one more thrust, you came undone. You reached for his shoulders, digging your nails into his back as you felt your release erupt and him ride you out of your high.

Your walls tightened with your orgasm, and Taehyung found himself searching for his release too. His thrusts became more needy, sloppy, as he came into the condom inside you.

Panting, he leaned his head into your neck and pulled himself out. The room was now hot, full of the smell of sex and the atmosphere fill of tension.

He walked to the bathroom to rid himself of the condom before returning to the bedroom. When he did, you were trying your best to find your clothes and get dressed with wobbly legs.

Taehyung didn’t know what to say, exactly. Usually, his one-night stands would try to talk to him first, or he would let them sleep and sneak out before they woke. But you weren’t even looking in his direction, and it made him feel awkward; something he hasn’t felt in a while.

You nearly fell as you were attempting to put your jeans back on. Instinctively, he caught you.

“I…um…” he started, but you quickly interrupted.

“I have to meet Jungkook. I won’t see you tomorrow.” you said, pulling your shirt back on. “This,” you motioned to the entire room. “didn’t happen.”

He stared at you, watching how you acted as though nothing just happened. That never happened before, especially to him.

Kim Taehyung was the one person you had never imagined to ever talk to, let alone sleep with. He was a complete fuckboy, and the most you two had ever said to each other was him hitting on you, and you replying with a sassy remark. You had never liked him, or his desire to fuck every female on campus. How had you let yourself fall under his spell?

You left without another word, going to find your best friend and ignore whatever just happened.

The next day, you were having trouble walking. Jungkook had noticed how you were more quiet than usual, and decided against questioning you. He would ask later, when you were back to your usual self.

You and Jungkook had been best friends since childhood, so nothing between you two was secretive. So, he figured if something was bothering you, you would tell him. Even if it wasn’t for a little while, he would still be the first to know.

You were sitting at a picnic bench in the courtyard, looking over homework. Jungkook sat across from you. You looked up for only a second, to see Taehyung walking with a couple of friends over Jungkook’s shoulder.

The eye contact only lasted a split second, before you ripped your eyes away and back to Jungkook. Busying yourself with the papers, you ignored the burning feeling of Taehyung’s eyes on you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, finally.

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

“I mean, you have been acting strange since last night.” Jungkook stated, watching you avoid his eye contact. “Listen, I know you didn’t want to go to the party and I’m sorry for making you come, but if you’re mad at me or…”

“Kook, I’m not mad at you.”

“Then tell me what’s wrong.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. You really couldn’t. Sure, he was your best friend and you both shared everything (including an apartment), but your sex lives was something neither of you ever discussed. It was a silent agreement to avoid the subject.

“I can’t.” you whispered. “Can we drop it? I’m fine.”

“You keep saying that, but…”

He stopped suddenly. You looked up at him, finally meeting his eyes. He wasn’t looking at you, though. He was looking at your neck. Shit.

“Who gave you that?” he asked.

Your eyes grew wide as he reached for your scarf. There were a couple of hickeys that were extremely dark, and you tried your best to hide them. It wasn’t enough.

“Y/n, who gave you that?” he asked again.

You froze. For the first time, you couldn’t read his expression. He moved your scarf, only to reveal more of them scattered throughout your neck and collarbones. 

When you didn’t answer, he scoffed. He stood and said “I’ll be home, I won’t expect you to be.”

You were going to say something, but he was already walking away.

When you went to grab your things, you seen Taehyung watching from the distance.

~~

i hope you enjoyed! be on the lookout for part 2!