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Accidental Stabbing (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: You tried to stay out of trouble, really you did. But while running from Henry Bowers, you bump into the only group people who seemed to have noticed you since your arrival at Derry. One particularly stupid boy in thick glasses catches your attention as you ‘accidentally’ stab Henry. 

Warnings: Cursing, stabbing someone (I mean… duh), blood, mention of assault, mention of cult activities (it sounds worse that it is, but holy fuck I sound satanic).

Word Count: 1,312

Being a resident of Derry officially sucked ass. Seriously. You glanced behind you as you ran and saw that Henry Bowers was still close behind, shoving little kids and adults alike. Your head snapped back to face front and you prayed that your legs could carry you just a little bit more. Ever since moving here a two months ago, there were a specific group of people you knew to avoid, even if it meant always being quiet and keeping your head down. Not that you were quiet in real life, but it was best not to trigger the anger that you kept locked away. Henry shouted something about you being a slut, his voice louder and closer. Your throat was growing tight and dry but the adrenaline kept you moving, sprinting through the town, ducking under people’s arms, sidestepping old folks, trying not to trample toddlers… All because the Patrick kid from Henry’s gang thought your shorts were too small. Well he can go fuck himself. You think, pumping your arms and legs faster. Fuckin’ pervert.

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Originally posted by dailylosersclub


Pairing: Richie Tozier x reader

Summary: You’re not sure why the glasses-wearing trashmouth intrigues you so much. And you sure as hell don’t know why he’s so insistent on getting you to join in his antics.

(this is a short lil thing i wrote bc i don’t wanna do hw)


You sat at the edge of the quarry, swinging your legs softly as you bathed in the sun. You hummed along slightly to a random song, leaning back on your hands as you turned your face to the sun. The humming stopped when you heard voices coming up to join you, causing your eyes to snap open and sending you scrambling to your feet. You rushed to hide, tripping on a stone and landing on the ground, limbs sprawled all about.

You merely huffed and nudged your hair off your face, hearing the loud speaking and laughter coming to an end. 

“Bro,” you heard a whisper. “Why is there a hot babe at our fucking quarry?”

“God, Richie! It’s not our quarry. It’s a goddamn public space,” you heard an irritated voice reply.

“Boys,” a girl interrupted. “Shut up. How about instead of bickering, you help her out?”

You heard a pair of feet rushing towards you and a hand suddenly entered your field of vision. Cautiously, you placed your hand in theirs, abruptly being pulled up. The person had underestimated their strength however, and you were sent flying into them. 

You peered up to meet a set of big brown eyes that were magnified by the thick lenses placed in front of them. You felt your cheeks heat up slightly as you observed the boy in front of you.

He had big, brown doe eyes and unruly curls that framed his face perfectly. Across his face was a smattering of freckles that seemed to form constellations no matter what way you looked at them. He had a semi-surprised look on his face and the longer you stared, the more you couldn’t help but notice that he was so…pretty.

You sprung apart as the sound of someone clearing their throat. You looked up to see Bill Denbrough standing in front of you, the rest of his friends surrounding him as they observed you.

“H-h-hey (Y/N),” Bill stuttered, a knowing smile on his face.

You blushed and spit out a small ‘hello’, noticing the other’s confused faces.

“Everyone,” the girls announced. “This is (Y/N) (L/N). She’s Bill’s neighbor.”

Bill look at her, confused. She shrugged. “What? I’m very observant. Anyways, I’m Beverly Marsh. You know Bill, the one standing dumbly in front of you is Richie Tozier, this is Eddie Kaspbrak, Mike Hanlon, Ben Hanscom, and Stanley Uris.”

“Richie Tozier,” a voice interrupted your staring. You turned to see Richie holding out his hand. “Otherwise known as the man of your fucking dreams sweetheart.”

You blushed once again, as he raised you hand towards his lips and pressed a light kiss to the back of it. You could vaguely hear Eddie gasp and the rest of the losers chuckle at Richie’s actions. Stan had simply raised an eyebrow.

After that (unbeknownst to you) out-of-character spectacle from Richie, your day had reverted back to normal. The only exception however, was that you found yourself surrounded by seven new friends. 

The rest of the losers had spent their day jumping into the water as you sat back down in the sun. You were finally interrupted, however, when you felt water dripping onto you and looked up to see Richie standing above you. 

“How come you don’t jump in?” Richie asked, genuinely curious.

You hesitated before answering. “It seems pretty frightening.”

Richie smirked. “That’s what everyone says about Eddie’s mom’s vagina.”

You couldn’t help but let out a snort at his words.

“Come on,” Richie continued. “I’ll jump with you.”

You contemplated the offer for a moment before standing up and peeling off your dress, noticing the way that Richie glanced down at the ground as you did so.

“Ready?” he asked, extending his hand.

You slipped your hand into his, admiring his freckles as you did so. “Ready.”

“Together?”

“Together.”

And with those words, you jumped.


You smiled faintly as you thought back on the memory of when you first met the losers. It had been a few weeks ago, near the end of the school year. Since then, you had joined them in all their escapades, growing closer with the glasses-wearing boy who made you blush whenever he opened his mouth.

You had been through it all, the pranks played on Henry Bowers, the retelling of how Mike and Ben and Beverly had joined them, and even talking to Eddie’s mom every once in a while (she actually quite liked you).

Most importantly, you had been there when you had all confessed to having a terrifying encounter with Pennywise. Well, all except Richie. It had appeared to you in the bathroom, just like it had with Beverly. It had assumed the shape of a spider, growing larger and larger the more you tried to get away from it. 

You couldn’t stand to be alone in a bathroom now. 

You had been there when Bill outlined the sewer system for you. You had been the only one to join him on his journey to the house on Neibolt.

You had been the only one (apart from Beverly) brave enough to enter the house, looking for It

As you stood, huddled with Richie, Bill, and Eddie, waiting to enter the abandoned house, you heard someone inhale sharply. 

Not long after, you felt a warm hand slip into your own, sending your stomach into a frenzy as you smiled gently at Richie.

“A-a-alright guys,” Bill spoke. “Let’s d-d-do thi-i-is.”

He went first, closely followed by Eddie. As you took a step forwards, you felt Richie pull you back gently.

“Are you absolutely fucking sure about going in there?” he asked quietly.

“If you go in, I go in,” you replied without hesitation.

Richie gulped. “Together?”

You leaned up and pressed you lips softly to his cheek, causing him to go bright red. “Together.”

As you walked into the derelict house, you felt your heart begin to race, but whether it was from the kiss or from the prospect of facing It once again, you weren’t sure.

“Hey! You can’t just kiss my fucking cheek and walk away! What the actual fuck (Y/N)? At least give me a real one!”

You chuckled as you heard Richie scramble after you, neither one of you expecting the horrors that awaited you inside Neibolt.


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anonymous asked:

headcanon: pleasepleaseplease i need a shy!richie au, it's just so cute and unexpected

awe shit, okay here we go super fuckin long;

  • everyone knew that richie was all talk, and if he were ever confronted the poor boy would shut down and revert back into his shell
  • he had learnt to have this loud and boisterous personality to cover up his insecurities
  • all which obviously stem from his parents and their abusive upbringing
  • most of the time he was perfectly able to be himself bc he was comfortable with them
  • yet there were some moments where’d he’d say something completely and utterly strange he would think about it for months on end and would continuously bring it up making the situation even worse on himself
  • anytime he was left alone in public without the support if his friends the poor boy fell into anxious mess
  • all strangers scared him and he was always on the look out for anything that could possibly put him in an uncomfortable situation and tried to plan several different ways out of any confrontation
  • when at his house on the slim occasion his parents were there, he only ever spoke when spoken to and majority of the time he wouldn’t leave his bedroom
  • he would completely submit to whatever they wanted him to do because he was so scared to make them angry
  • anytime he was without his glasses was the worst, hiding behind the thick lenses gave he some sort of reassurance but when you remove them the emotions the boy felt were so easily read just by looking at his expression
  • so he was very easy to take advantage of in this state because he always had a need to please people
  • when he first developed a crush on eddie he was constantly thinking of the right way to say things in response as to not make a fool of himself
  • this always went the complete opposite way, esp when they were with the losers. richie was always sticking his foot in his mouth and mentally he always scold himself whenever he saw eddies expression drop
  • eddie had asked richie out first bc the poor boy knew he wouldnt ever work up the confidence
  • eddie wasn’t positive that richie had reciprocated his feelings but one day after school richie had left a book behind in his rush to detention and eddie opened it to a page full of doodles of his name with love hearts around them so he was prompted to take the first step
  • it took almost 6 months of dating for Richie to work up the courage to kiss eddie on anything more than the cheek
  • as their relationship developed more and they got older, there was more pressure to become more sexually involved eddie was obviously the one who had made the first move
  • after he found out about that his pills were gazebos, and he didn’t need to be so afraid of germs the boy was suddenly so forward and willing to give anything a try
  • he understood richie was shy and he had no problem with taking the lead as long as his boyfriend was comfortable with it
  • so they experimented with longer kiss and less clothing
  • richie was extremely insecure about his body, due to the neglect from his parents he obviously found it hard to eat meals regularly so he became quiet thin and still couldn’t put on any weight no matter how much he ate
  • but eddie was along similar lines due to all the pills his mother made him take when his body was still developing and he remind richie everything that none of that was his fault. he was perfect the way he was
  • he only ever held hands with eddie in public when they were with the losers or hollowed up in one of their bedrooms it wasn’t as if he was ashamed of eddie he just didn’t want to feel the extra attention on themselves
  • but when they were with the losers they were all so loud that none ever cared to take notice

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alec needs glasses

  • simon is actually the first one who notices
  • he’s walking down a nondescript hall in the institute on his way to the training room where he’s meeting clary when he walks past alecs study
  • it’s real quick but he pauses and back tracks, the door is cracked open enough that he can see into the room
  • alec is sitting at his desk hunched over papers and writing on them, he pauses and raises his head
  • simon thinks he hears him out in the hall but alec just sits back in his chair and pinches the bridge of his nose, his eyes squeezing shut and his forehead scrunching up
  • simon immediately thinks it’s because of stress after all alec really is the head of the institute even if the clave won’t acknowledge it
  • but then he sees alec pick up his stele from the desk and watches alec undo the top two buttons of his shirt and pull it to the side to reveal the voyance rune just under his right collarbone and redraw the rune
  • at this point, simon feels like a creep and rushes to the training room
  • he and clary go for coffee and simon asks her what the voyance rune does
  • clary tells him it’s one of the first few runes a shadowhunter gets, that it’s one of the permanent ones, that it makes it easier for shadowhunters to see past glamour and identify downworlders on the spot
  • simon makes the connection the next day when he’s back at the institute with izzy
  • she’s showing him her new whip and they pass alec in the hall
  • alec is rubbing at his eyes and his hand is resting on his stele at his hip
  • simon waits till alec rounds the corner, heading to his study before he excuses himself and follows after him
  • he knocks on the closed door and waits for alec to call him in, the shadowhunter surprised to see him
  • “do you need glasses?” simon always was blunt
  • alec’s face does a thing that’s a mix of confusion and absolute denial
  • “i don’t think the voyance rune really helps with your vision” simon points to alecs shoulder where the rune is
  • alec tells him to get out
  • magnus is the second person who notices
  • it’s a rare day off that alec has and magnus canceled all his appointments to spend a lazy day in with his boyfriend
  • alec is stretched out on the couch in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt with a book propped up on his chest
  • magnus is coming out of the bedroom with chairman following after him
  • he watches alec as he walks into the kitchen, sees alec already filled chairman’s bowl and there’s a cup of  steaming tea with his name on it
  • alec lets the book drop onto his chest and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes and rubs
  • magnus had been noticing him rubbing at his eyes lately
  • “everything alright?” he asks as he sits down at the end of the couch, pulling alecs feet into his lap
  • “fine” alec mumbles and picks the book up and continues reading
  • “you know there’s nothing wrong with needing glasses alexander. it won’t make you any less of a shadowhunter” magnus pats his ankle and turns on project runway
  • the next time alec see’s simon he asks for help
  • simon takes him to the eye doctor he used to go to when he was still a mundane, the doctor smiles and simon and remarks on simon not wearing his glasses
  • turns out alec really needed glasses and that he’s near-sighted, just like simon was
  • the prescription he gets is stronger than simons and simon helps him pick out a basic black thick-lensed glasses
  • simon makes a comment about him looking like clark kent that is completely lost on alec
  • it takes a week for the glasses to come in and simon ends up picking them up for alec because the shadowhunter has been swamped with work from the clave
  • simon drops them off at the institute and everyone is shocked when simon says he’s there to see alec and not clary or izzy
  • alec doesn’t wear them at first, keeps forgetting to put them on and still isn’t a hundred percent okay with admitting he needs them
  • but simon keeps reminding him and eventually alec starts wearing them
  • izzy gushes at how cute they look on them
  • jace pats him on the back and smiles
  • clary wants to paint them
  • simon still has his old pair and they all compare who looks better, alec wins
  • magnus has the best reaction of them all
  • it was a rare day when magnus had woken up before alec who had gotten in late from patrol
  • the warlock was in the kitchen actually cooking breakfast for him and alec, the coffee maker alec had made him buy chugging away
  • magnus hears alec shuffle out of their room and into the kitchen
  • the warlock turns to see his boyfriend bend down and scratch at the chairman and when alec stands up straight he has his glasses on
  • he’s sleepy-eyed and soft-headed with a pair of black joggers on and one of his more rattier sweaters that magnus refuses to admit he loves
  • the chairman paws at alecs leg and the shadowhunter is filling up his bowl and then moves to clean out the cat’s water bowl
  • honestly, alec takes better care of his cat than he does
  • sure magnus pictured the shadowhunter with glasses because it was obvious he needed them but this is nothing like what he imagined
  • magnus never thought he would use the word sinful to describe a pair of glasses
  • once alec is done taking care of his royal highness aka chairman he walks over to magnus and presses a kiss to magnus’s temple and wraps his arms around the warlock
  • magnus turns in his arms and pushes the frames up his nose as they slide down the bridge of his nose and presses a chaste kiss to his lips with a smile

bonus:

  • max goes fucking ballistic when he sees alec with glasses
  • he talks a mile a minute about how they match and how alec looks like clark kent
  • (alec is shook because simon said the same thing like?? who???)
  • and alec smiles and nods his head and tries to follow what max is saying
  • max asks to try them on and of course, they’re too big for his face and max scrunches up at how strong the prescription is and tells alec he could be legally blind
  • alec is okay with wearing his glasses now
got my heartbeat racing

“I’m pretty sure this is a fire hazard,” says Eddie, watching Richie warily, a superman print cased pillow clutched to his chest.

They had gathered all the blankets and pillows from Richie’s room and the spares from the linen closet and strung them along the threadbare couch, mismatched chairs, and soda ring stained side tables in the Tozier family’s basement.

“Get your ass in the blanket fort, Eds,” Richie replies, pinning the final quilt between the arm of the couch and his father’s favorite lazy chair and stretching it across the furniture to drape the other side over the table lamp.

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Reconnecting (Dylan O'Brien x Reader)

A/N: this one is completely inspired by Dylan being in SA because I’m in SA rn


Warnings: angst, smut smuttty smut


Pairings: Dylan O'Brien x Reader, Andrew Garfield x Reader (Platonic)

***

“You don’t need me anymore.”


The words left your mouth as thought they were a simple fact, without implication or emotion. Dylan wondered how you could do that - how you could keep your voice so calm when your words had shattered his reality from where you stood, the table between the two of you acting as a physical and metaphorical barrier.


“How can you say that?” He asked, his eyes painted an angry red and his hands shaking. You sighed deeply.


“Because it’s true.” You replied simply, and Dylan continued to stare at you in shock. He made a move to reach out and grab your arm, but you side stepped him. “No. Come on. Don’t do that. You know it is. We’ve been over for a long time now Dyl. We’ve just been too scared to do anything about it.”


He let out a laugh that was anything but humorous. A hand flew to his head, where he tugged on his hair in frustration. “Is that what you think happened between us? That’s what you think we’ve been reduced to? Just a pair of morons who were once in love but now too scared to leave each other?”


His words felt like a slap to the face but you didn’t allow it to show. There was a long beat of silence and when he realised you didn’t have a response, smiled bitterly.


Suddenly, he slammed his fists down on the table so hard, it made you jump. “Answer me!”


But you couldn’t. You couldn’t give him a straight answer, not after hearing the way his voice broke. You couldn’t give him an answer, knowing deep down that you weren’t being honest with neither him nor yourself.


“That’s not what we are.” Dylan said quietly, his voice dropping to a sound barely above a whisper. He looked into your eyes with something truly desperate within his own. “You have to know that, baby. This can’t be it. I- I love you too much to let you go.”


Dyaln dropped his head, squeezing his eyes shut. You wanted to run, to get as far away from his little apartment as possible. Because you knew that if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to hold your ground. If you stayed here any longer, your resolve would break and you would *never* be able to truly walk away.


“I refuse to believe that that’s what we’ve come to.” When he looked at you again, Dylan had tears streaming openly down his face. His eyes were bloodshot red and his fists gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles went white. He leaned further on the coffee table, as though he was barely keeping himself upright.


“We’re so much more than that.” He told you with such conviction, you believed it to be true. “We aren’t one of those couples who are gonna grow to resent each other regret it.” Before you could stop him, Dylan had crossed the table and taken your face in his hands, cradling it gently.


You didn’t realise you we’re crying until he wiped away a tear.


“(Y/N) we’re forever. We’re the old couple who sit bickering on the front porch but love each other anyway. We’re the ones people look at and think ‘are they still together’ because fuck yeah we are. We’re the couple that’s gonna dance to out song when we’re seventy and can barely move. Baby, we’re infinite.”


“That’s a nice story.” You said, wrapping your fingers around his wrists and pulling his hands off of you. “But it’s not ours - it can’t be. Our story ends here. I’m so sorry Dylan.”


And with those final words, you grabbed the handle of your bag and walked out of your shared apartment, closing the door behind you.


You knew he wouldn’t follow you out - he respected your choices enough not to.


You knew that he wouldn’t talk shit about you once you were gone - he loved you too much to do so.


And you knew that once you got on that plane to your new acting gig in London, he wouldn’t follow you because he thought that you didn’t love him any more.


***

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” The flashes of the paparazzi’s cameras were enough to blind, even through the thick lenses of your sunglasses. It was inevitable. You had recently filmed a new movie with Andrew Garfield and it was set to be a booming success. As a result you had to deal with a ridiculous amount of rumors about your personal life and his.

“Come on (Y/N)! Smile for the camera!” One yelled.

“Congratulations on the engagement!”

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Have you and Andrew picked a venue yet?”


You continued to ignore them as you made your way through the airport. You’d arranged for your luggage to be taken care of to avoid mass hysteria and you knew that a car would be waiting outside for you, in a predetermined location.


When you got there, a huge grin overtook your face.


“I thought you were still in Australia!” You said happily, making your way over to the Ford.


“Wanted to surprise you, as all.” Said Andrew, looking just as glad. You laughed and thanked him as you got in the passenger seat.


You and Andrew Garfield had become good friends over the duration of filming. It wasn’t your first movie together and you knew for a fact that it wouldn’t be your last. Although the two of you had pointedly decided not to take your relationship further than the occasional fuck (Andrew was still hung up over Emma), you shared a close relationship with him.


Andrew understood what it was like to have to leave the love of your life. He knew that sometimes, you just needed someone to cuddle up to, or fuck you senseless until you forgot why you were upset in the first place.


You didn’t know what to call your relationship with Andrew, but you relied upon him a great deal to keep you going and vice versa.


“When was the last time you were in South Africa?” Andrew asked, eyes focused on the road.


“Um, about two years ago.” You said, pointedly deciding to forget how awkward it had been when you returned to see Julia and met Brit for the first time. “Last you were here was to film Hacksaw Ridge, right?”


“Yeah.” He shrugged. “There are some places I wanna check out before I leave. I’m leaving tonight for the Oscars on Sunday, and you’ll have to excuse me for saying I’m pretty exhausted from all the flying every other day with you.”


“Fuck you.” You said playfully. “I’m awesome to travel with.” The press tour for your movie ended in California where you would give your last interview together on Ellen before the premier and then it was over but that was only next week. For now, you were here in Cape Town.


“I beg to differ.” Andrew said. “But I will agree with you on the first part.”


You shrugged, not questioning it. Andrew would sometimes have these days when, out of nowhere, he’d become extremely in need of physical affection or emotional support. You never called him out on it because you were almost always the same.


“My place.” You said. “I wanna check out the new hotel.”


Andrew shrugged and agreed, but your new hotel wasn’t the first stop. He took you out for lunch, insisting that airplane food wasn’t real food because ‘For the love of God, (Y/N), it tastes like dirt!’ Afterwards, you went for a quick walk on the beach, during which your jeans became filled with sand and uncomfortable.


“I didn’t even get a chance to swim.” You pouted, walking in through the door that Andrew held open for you. He laughed as he removed his shoes.


“Well it was your genius idea to go in waist deep while fully clothed.” He said, pulling off his still wet shirt and throwing it in the hamper in one of the rooms.


“Do we have a pool?” You asked, walking further around the room. You reached the glass doors of the patio and smiled. “We have a pool!”


“Really?” Andrew asked, walking up to you. He had taken off his shirt and undershirt as well as his jeans, leaving him bare from the waist up with only a pair of black boxer briefs cladding his modesty. “Guess it’s your lucky day.”


You didn’t feel self conscious at all, having to taken your shirt out in front of him. He’d seen it all a thousand times before. You stripped down until you were standing in your undies and made a dive for the pool.


You went in head first and the water was the perfect tempreture. As you swam to the surface, you heard the unmistakable sound of Andrew screaming obnoxiously before feeling rather than seeing him canon ball in.


When you broke the surface, you were met with his grinning face.


“What?” You asked, a hand instinctively wiping at you face. Andrew laughed, not unkindly.


“You’re beautiful.” He said simply. You grinned, swimming the shirt distance between you two and resting your arms on his shoulders.


“What’s wrong?” You asked, because as surprising as Andrew’s bursts of affections were, they were never random.


“She’s met someone.” He said with the utmost care in his voice, which made you grip his shoulders tighter. “I’m happy for her. I am. Truly. I just thought that it would be someone different. Someone who deserves her, you know?”


“Andrew Garfield not liking Emma Stone’s knew boyfriend.” You said teasingly, “Who’d have thought?”


“Oh, shut it.” He said, looking down at you. The words went unspoken, but you knew what he needed. “Are you comfortable with this?” Andrew asked and you nodded, knowing that with being back here your recent dip into loneliness, you needed it too. “You don’t have to do this.”


“I know.” You mumbled, leaning in close towards him. From here, you could see how tall he was. He was standing on his flat feet and the water barely reaached his upper arms. You, meanwhile, were holding on to him to stop from drowning.


“I need this too.” You told him, running a hand over his shoulders before pulling him in close. Without hesitace, you tilted your head up and met Andrew’s lips in a heated kiss.


He let out a sigh, his hands moving to your thighs to lift you up and wrap your legs around his waist. You moaned into his mouth as he walked you backwards through the water until he had you seated on the second step, kneeling down between your legs with the water flowing around you.


You pressed your lips to his heatedly and felt his tongue swipe against your lower lips. Feeling teasing, you kept your lips just the way they were and sucked onthe tip of his tongue when he tried to force his way in.


“Tease.” Andrew said, pulling away to catch his breath. You didn’t get a chance to replied because he had grabbed your ass roughly, causing you to let out a moan of surprise. He seized the opportunity and slid his tongue into your mouth before your lips had even connected.


“You love it.”


***


Three hours later, you awoke to find yourself cold and alone, lying naked on your bed. Memories of your time with Andrew flooded through your mind and you smiled slightly, hugging the sheets to your body.


You couldn’t, however, help but feel a wave of loneliness wash over you. Here you were, in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, waking up alone and with no one to share it with. Sure, you had Andrew but it just wasn’t the same.


The last five years of you life had been lonley, despite your success. Of course, you did have a few boyfriends here and there, but never anyone real, never anyone you’d truly felt a deeper connection with.


Never anyone like Dylan…


You forced the thought out of your head and stood up, making your way to the kitchen. You were staying at the One&Only Cape Town hotel, where you had the most magnificent view of the ocean from your window. Right now, with the sun slowly setting and the reflection of the stars on the water, you felt completely at peace.


A small something of white caught your attention from the corner of your eye. It was a note on the fridge. Walking up and reading it, you realised it was from Andrew.


Sorry, had to run. Talking to J.J. about my contact. Meet me tonight at the Era Night Club (call a fucking Uber you lazy shit) and look pretty. Bringing friends.

-Andy


Reading the note once more, you shrugged and glanced at the clock. It was almost 8 and while Andrew didn’t specify a time, you knew he probably wouldn’t expect you before 10 or 11. Going on an impulse, you quickly cleaned up a bit and put on some clothes, deciding to go shopping.


The centre wasn’t far from where you were staying but you called an Uber anyway. In the rush of Andrew getting you here, you hadn’t bothered to pick up a rental, so that was your only means of getting around.


It was there, in that tiny little Colette store, that shit hit the fan.


You were going through items on the rack, looking for something to possibly wear tonight. Your hand stopped on a cute black number, and you grinned, humoring yourself and pulling out the leather dress that left very, very, very little to the imagination.


Holding the piece over your body, you looked up at the mirror, which ran along every wall and almost dropped your basket.


Standing there, staring at you with the most shocked look on his face, was Dylan O-fucking-Brien.


For a long moment neither of you spoke. You stared at him, watching a range of emotions flicker across his face (you were almost certain the same thing was happening to you) before he plastered on a smile and approached you.


Immediately you lowered the dress, wondering if you still smelt like sex from earlier. Dylan stood in front of you, smiling gently and you heart rate began to pick up, panic overtaking your body.


“Hey.” He said calmly, hands tucked into the front pocket of his jeans. You smiled back, a bit nervously.


“H-Hi.” You replied, taking a moment to look him over. Obviously he was older, considering the last time you had seen him was almost three years ago, but it wasn’t that. He looked tired, sick even. “Are you okay?”


Dylan’s smile faltered slightly before he stood up a little straighter. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He said lightly, and you too fixed your posture. “How’s it been going with you? Heard you’re dating that Garfield guy.”


“We’re friends.” You smiled, but it felt absolutely fake. You hated this; hated how this was some kind of battle of wills where neither could show any weakness. “How are you and Brit doing?”


Again, his smile faltered but returned stubbornly. “We’re awesome. I mean why wouldn’t we be? It’s not like I don’t need her anymore.”


You physically winced, both at his words and at the tone with which they were said. Low fucking blow, you thought. Immediately, regret filled you ex’s eyes and he cleared his throat. “Sorry, that was-”


“It’s fine.” You said because you honestly didn’t give a fuck. You couldn’t meet his eye when you spoke again. “I’m happy for you, Dyl. I’m really glad you found someone.”


You put the bag and dress down, spinning on your heels and making a b-line for the door. “(Y/N) wait-” you heard Dylan call out after you, but you very pointedly ignored it.


When you finally stopped walking to wipe your eyes, you were already outside of the mall. You looked ahead at the calm, settled ocean outside and screamed into your hands.


***

By the time Andrew rolled around, you were back in bed, snuggling up with Mr Pickle, your stuffed Teddy, and cleaning out a tub of Ben & Jerry’s.


“I thought I told you to meet me at the club,” he said, walking through the doors. You looked up at him and immediately he was at your side. “What happened?”


“Ran into Dylan today.” You said, voice sounding bitter. “Had a lovely little chat.” Andrew didn’t say anything; he simply wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you in close.


You clutched onto him like a lifeline and began sobbing into his shirt. Andrew stiffened. “Imma kill the bastard.” He promised, tucking you in closer and gently drawing circles on the small of your back.


“I- I’m sorry,” You said, face still buried into his chest. “I’m being stupid. Haven’t seen the guy in three years and the first thing I do is make a sodding fool of myself.”


“Hey, shh,” Andrew cooed gently. “Come on love, don’t say that. You panicked.” He pulled back, wiping the tears under your eyes with his thumbs. “It’s okay now. You’re here, and safe and you never have to see the bloody moron again. Understand?”


You nodded quietly, and Andrew pulled himself completely on the bed. You shifted so that your limbs could entwine and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.


Suddenly, you remembered why he was here in the first place.


“The club.” You said, sitting up. Andrew laughed.


“We’re not going.” He said and you gave him an odd look. “Not with you so heartbroken.”


You thought about it for a minute, remembering that you only had tonight and tomorrow morning left to spend with Andrew before he left for the Oscar’s. “I wanna.” You said. “I want to go, to get my mind off of things.”


He looked hesitant. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”


“Come on.” You said. “This is your last and only day here, and I know you’ve spent all of it sight seeing. One last stop before tomorrow night.”


He watched you with a careful expression before sighing and nodding. Untangling himself from your cuddle, he stood at full length and helped you up.


“Go on then.” He said. “Get dressed.”


You shot him a scandalized look, pretending that you hadn’t been crying moments ago. “With you standing right there?” He grinned, but you could still see the hesitance in his eyes.


“Ain’t nothing I haven’t seen before.” You gasped loudly and he chuckled. “Okay, I’m going. Hurry up.”


He left and you paused, wondering what to wear for the evening. Quickly, you eyes the Victoria’s Secret shopping bag with the Gucci one next to it. Well, a girl could always use a pick up.


Less than twenty minutes later you were dressed and looking gorgeous. You had on a tight, black dress that showed just the right amount of skin, with a set of sexy red VS underneath (for a bit of a confidence boost, you told yourself)


“Damn.” Andrew said when he saw you. He had straightened out his shirt and, now that you took the time to notice, looked absolutely delectable. “I should fuck you against the wall right now.”


Heat flushed over your face. “Maybe later, gorgeous.” You said, grabbing a clutch and bending down to pick up your wallet, knowing that it gave you friend a full view of your ass. “Let’s go.”


Andrew licked his lips but nodded nevertheless. The two of you set off to The Era and made it there within a few minutes. Immediately, Andrew led you to the front of the queue where you were let in, no questions asked.


The place was booming and full. The loud bass echoed in you ear as Andrew sat you down at the bar and ordered two shots of Tequila. Lights flashed purple and pink and blue, and you saw the way your teal heels glowed in the blue light of the club.


“This place looks awesome.” You told your friend as he handed you a shot. The two of you quickly drowned it.


“It’s supposed to be.” He yelled back over the loud music. “Dance with me.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be meeting your friends here?” You asked, and he smiled cheekily.


“Well, they’re not nearly as gorgeous as you.”

You grinned and stood, making your way to the dance floor and swaying your hips the way you knew he like it. Andrew laughed, but when he came up to you, his eyes were filled with lust.


You danced to the rhythm smoothly, loving the way your hips moved with his. Over the course of the next few hours, you had more and more to drink and soon you were on the dance floor once more, but it wasn’t with Andy.


“Wanna go back to my place?” The guy you were dancing with (James? Alex?) asked in a sultry voice. You grinned at him.


“No.” You giggled, completely pissed “I’m not supposed to go home with strangers.”


“Well I’m sure we can make an exception.” He said and suddenly his hands were roughly grabbing your ass as he made a dive for your lips. You protested against his mouth, but he either didn’t hear you or didn’t care as his tongue tried to pass your lips.


Suddenly, he was being pulled off you and your racing heart plummeted. “Fuck off.” A voice said, and fear filled your heart as a second man stood in front of you. You made a move to step back, to get away as quick as possible, but the man was faster.


He estimated your moves and quickly grabbed a hold of you, almost pushing you away from the crowd of people. You struggled against him, but he was too strong and held on to you too tightly as he pushed out of the back door of a club.


You blinked, doing your best to slow down your heart rate and have a rational thought. Your mind began to swin as you looked around, realizing that you were now in a back alley. You needed to get out, now.


“Are you okay?”


You jumped, both from the unexpected question and the hand that now gently rested on your back. In the light of the alley way, you could now see the face of your attacker and let out a sigh of relief.


“Dylan.” You said, as if to confirm that he was real. With a drop of your head, you took a deep breath. “It- it’s you. You. I’m- it’s you.” The panic began to slowly leave your body as you squeezed your eyes shut, wanting nothing more than for the ground to swallow you up whole.


“(Y/N),” he placed a warm hand on your bare arm and suddenly, you realized just how cold it was. “What were you-” he cut himself off, seemingly thinking better than to ask. “Come on. Let’s get you home, okay?”


You nodded, eyes glued to your feet. You felt completely ashamed of yourself, and as your sobriety returned, so did your disgrace. The reality of the situation hit you hard, and you wished nothing more than to disappear, or maybe get hit by a bus.


“Did you come here yourself?” Dylan asked, his voice gently. Your head began to each and you didn’t meet his eyes when you answered.


“With Andrew.” You said simply. Dylan took a deep breath, and finally you looked up to see a mixture of anger and hesitance and, most dominantly, fear in his brown eyes.


“Where is he now?” You shrugged, but you were pretty sure he’d run away to get his rocks off with some red headed girl. “Forget it. You can text him. I’ll drive.”


You nodded and Dylan lead you back into the club. You couldn’t help yourself; quickly, you reached for his hand and gripped it tight, making your way through the crowd. The only indication that he’d even noticed was a small moment of hesitance before he carried on.


The drive to the hotel was deadly silent. You barely raised your head, too ashamed of what happened to say a word. Dylan had opened his mouth to say something twice, but nothing came out.


“One & Only.” Dylan announced when the car came to a stop. “Someone told me it’s really amazing.”


You looked up, opening your mouth to thank him before realizing something. “Shit.” You said instead and Dylan raised a brow.


“Not that.” A flush covered your face. “I left my bag at the club. I- I’ve got my phone, but my key card was in there. They’re gonna give me hell at the front desk.”


You promptly clamped your mouth shut. “Fuck it. I’m so sorry about all of this. I- I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been there tonight. So, um thanks.”


Quickly, you made a move for the handle of the door but Dylan’s voice stopped you. “Wait.” He said and you turned to look at him. He looked uncertain, but there was no lie in his voice when he spoke. “You’ve had a shit night and I’m sure you don’t want to deal with more drama. You can stay at my hotel tonight. Deal with all this tomorrow.”


'I don’t want your pity’ you wanted to snap, but honestly the thought of having a warm bed to crawl in to was far more comforting. “Thank you.” You said instead, and Dylan started up the car again.


The drive to his hotel is spent in silence as well, but it felt a lot less tense.


“What were you doing?” Dylan finally asked, five minutes into the drive. You sighed, looking out the window. “I’m serious (Y/N). I thought you were smarter than that.”


“Well, I guess a lot can change in five fucking years.” You snapped, then immediately felt guilty for it and sealed your mouth. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”


After a beat, Dyaln spoke again. “I’m sorry. I’m being a dick.” He said, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “It’s just,- God the way that guy was looking at you. I thought he was gonna strip you down and fuck you raw right then and there.” You grinned in spite of yourself, and pretended to not hear Dylan’s quiet mumble of 'That’s what I would’ve done’.


A laugh left your lips. “First day here and I’m already making stories to tell my grandkids one day.”


“You’re gonna tell your grandkids that?” He asked in a mock horrified voice. You laughed again.


“Yeah.” You grinned. “Gotta tell them how not to fuck up. All the shit they shouldn’t do coz they’re gonna regret it a couple years down the road.”


Dylan smiled, but it was a little sad. “We all do stupid shit that we regret.”


The two of you fell into silence once more, only now you were both lost in deep thought. You’d give anything, you thought, to take a look at what was happening inside that pretty little head of his right now.


A few minutes later, Dylan pulled up into a parking space. You didn’t recognize the hotel, but it had a beautiful view of Table Mountain, which was currently glowing with the city lights. He saw the way your eyes stared and laughed.


“Yeah, pretty much the only reason I picked this place.” He got out of the car and you followed, keeping close by. Once you two had gotten into the lobby, you took off your heels and padded with bare feet to the elevator and into Dylan’s suit.


“You can take the bed.” He told you, taking off his shoes and popping his shoulders.


“No, it’s fine.” You said, switching your phone on to see a couple of messages from Andrew. Ignoring them for the time being, you walked over to the couch. “I’m good here.” You we’re sure that you would pass out the moment your head hit the pillow, but Dylan’s laugh stopped you from doing so.


“You’re gonna have a killer hangover tomorrow.” He said gently and you sat up. “Take the bed.” He motioned with his head to a door on the wall next to the balcony. “I’ll get you some water and aspirin and then you can pass out, then it won’t be as bad in the morning.”


Your mouth opened to argue, but Dylan was already at the small kitchenette and you didn’t have the energy to speak loudly, your throat already burning from the too strong tequila. Instead, you stood and stretched and made you way to the bedroom.


Sitting on the bed, you allowed the events of the last six hours to pour over you. The longer you thought about it, the more embarrassed you felt. Honestly, you stopped speaking to Dylan entirely more than three years ago, when he said that he didn’t feel right talking to his ex while being so serious about another girl. To show up now, completely pissed and sleep in his bed was a testament to how utterly fucked up the last few months of your life had been.


You almost stood to call an Uber, but the door opened before you could. “Here.” Dylan walked up to you with a glass and two pills in his hands. “You’ll feel better in the morning,” he paused. “Or at least better than you would have.”


A grateful smile stitched itself onto your face. “Thank you.” You said, and really really meant it. It had been a long time since you had felt this taken cared of, this much at home. Dylan smiled down at you, staring into the depths of your eyes.


A long moment passed before he looked away.


“Um,” he walked across the room to where a set of bags sat, still packed. You wondered how long he’d been here. He dug into the bag and came back up with a white T-shirt which he tossed at you. “That’s probably more comfortable, than well-” he raked his eyes down your form and you blushed gently.


“Thanks.” Your head was ducked so you missed the way his eyes darkened.


“I’ll just- um,” he made a gesture to the door then pretty much ran out of it. You laughed gently, reaching behind you dress to pull the zipper off and walking to the mirror.


By some will of God your makeup had remained mostly in place. You dropped the black dress and smiled slightly, remembering how sexy you had felt when you first put on the lacey red bra and panties.


“I forgot to get a pillow-”


You spun around at the sound of Dylan’s voice, arms reaching up to cover yourself on instinct. The dark haired boy stood halfway in the door frame, apparently frozen and staring at your body.


There was a moments hesitation, where uncertainty hung in the air and neither of you knew what to do. It was only a moment.


“Ah, fuck it.”


Dylan crossed the room in three quick strides and was in front of you a second later. His hands cupped your jaw and titled your head up, lips meeting in a frantic kiss.


You arms wrapped themselves around us shoulders, pulling him closer as his mouth devoured your own. You moaned softly against him and felt the shudder that hit his body at the sound. You filled with pride, knowing that you could still get that reaction out of him.


“Wait.” You breathed, pulling back. Dylan looked at you with concern. “You have a girlfriend.”


He looked sheepish. “Yeah, I might have lied a bit.” You chuckled slightly at his confession, and Dylan smiled slightly. “Do you wanna stop?” He asked, and despite the lust in his eyes, you knew that he was being serious.


“Don’t you dare.” You warned, reconnecting your lips with a kiss more feverant than the last. Dylan chuckled slightly, but met you kiss for kiss as his hands began to trail down your body.


“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, eyes still closed. You felt his hands reached behind you as he unclasped your bra, kissing down your neck. The fabric fell down your arms, and you were sure Dyaln did something to it but you didn’t care.


His hands began fondling you. He gently caressed the soft skin of your supple breasts, as you arched into him. He cupped you firmly, a thumb running over you nipple, which had been hard from the cold air as well as the heat.


“Well that’s hardly fair.” You said, tugging at his shirt. Dylan got the message and pulled back, striping down completely before you pulling you back in, pushing a knee between your legs.


You moaned loudly. “Better?” He asked, hands moving to your thighs. You brought his lips back to your and kissed him passionately as he squeezed your ass and pulled you forward. You got the message, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist while he carried you to the bed.


His tongue battled with yours for dominance which you happily surrendered as he explored your mouth, his body moving against yours. You reach a hand between your bodies and found his cock.


Wrapping your fingers around his member, you began to pump him quickly, running your finger over the slit. Dylan moaned and pulled away. “If you don’t stop, this is gonna be a really shitty night for you.”


You laughed slightly. “Then what are you waiting for?” Dylan grinned, reaching to the bedside drawer and pulling out a condom. He tore the packet with his teeth, *fuck* and rolled the rubber down his length. You watch with a watering mouth.


“I wanna blow you.” You said. “But later.” Dylan moaned at your words and leaned down again to kiss you. He positioned himself at your entrance and nibbled on your jaw as he pushed in.


You moaned, your nails digging into his back. Dylan let out a gruff chuckle. “God, how are you so fucking tight?” He asked, pulling back almost completely before thrusting in again, hard.


“Oh,” You breathed, hands find his jaw and stroking it gently as you pulled him down for another kiss. His hands were on either side of your head as he kissed you passionately, and you moaned desperatly, wanting more.


Dylan didn’t move.


“Please.” You begged, pulling away for air. Dylan smirked down at you.


“Please what?” He asked teasingly. You groaned softly.


“Please fuck me.” He chuckled, pulling out and thrusting in, slowly.


“Like that?” He asked, his voice deep and raspy. You wanted to scream. He sounded so smooth and sexy, and looking at you with that smug little smirk on his face, you knew you wouldn’t last long.


“Harder. Faster.” You begged, digging your nails into his shoulder blades and dragging them down. Dylan moaned, and you loved the feeling of his hard, thick muscles under your hands.


Suddenly, he pulled out and began slamming in to you, his pace quick and brutal. You let out a screaming moan as Dylan’s hips slammed against the inside of your thighs.


“Oh God, Dyl!” You moaned, clutching on to him for dear life. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”


“So beautiful.” He said softly. “Laying there, holding onto to me so tight. So wet for me, baby.” He moaned, thrusting in harder.


He reached a hand between your bodies and pressed a thumb to your clit, not letting up at all on his brutal pace. You lasted two seconds before you came with his name on your tongue and his hands in your hair.


With a rushed warning, he followed you over the edge one, two, three thrusts later, spilling into the condom and laying over you. He supported his weight on him forearms, as not to crush you, as he looked down at you with something akin to love in his eyes.


For a long while the two of you stayed like that, basking in the glory of afterglow. You stared up at him, remembering, wondering how you’d given it up the first time.


“I never thought I’d hear you say my name like that again.” He admitted, leaning down and kissing your parted lips. You smiled into it.


“Never thought I’d say it, either.” He smiled, pulling out of you and getting up. He walked to the bathroom and got rid of the condom, coming back with a wet towel which he placed delicately between your legs.


Your hips moved up at the touch. He chuckled slightly, cleaning you up and putting the towel back. “I was a bit brutal,” he admitted, joining you in bed, and pulling you close.


“I loved it.” You assured him, tucking yourself into his chest. Dylan sighed and you could feel the tension draining out of him.


“Dylan” you said softly. “Promise me this isn’t gonna be it.”


“I promise.” He didn’t even hesitate. “And you, promise me this isn’t gonna be one of those things we all do that we regret.”


“I promise.”

Nerds Are Cute // 4:11 pm

Pairing: Reader x Tom

Featuring: Tom Holland

Warning: Teasing?? idk

Prompt: you were rushing to go out and lost your contacts.

~~~

You started to get a little frantic when you realized you only had five minutes until you had to leave for dinner with your boyfriend of 6 months. And that meant you only had five minutes to find your goddam contacts before you had to leave.

You couldn’t go to dinner without your contacts because you would be either legally blind or have to wear your glasses. You hated your glasses. You bought them almost two years ago when you thought big frames were in style. They weren’t nor will they ever be. They were black with thick lenses and the frames - oh god - they were so huge you could die honestly. They’re an absolute embarrassment.

One minute. You have only one minute until you have to leave. Your head was swarmed with different thoughts as you glared at random things around your apartment, everything was a blur. Shit. Your minute was gone! You quickly stumbled around until you found your book bag where your lens case was stuffed, pulling on your glasses. Huffing loudly, you trudged out the front door and slammed it shut, running down the stairwell in the building to the bottom floor.In a hurry to make it to the restaurant.

Your boyfriend chose a place on the Upper East Side because he could actually afford to take you to places like that. The restaurant was large, with security guards standing outside because it was one of the most common places for celebrities to eat.

“Name?” The front lady asked.

Smiling briefly you responded. “Uh, Holland.” She led you through rows of tables all seated with mostly familiar faces of celebrities. Your face lit up when you noticed Tom, he was dressed nicely in a fitted suit. He rose when he saw you, placing a kiss to your cheek before sitting down with you.

“You look different tonight.” He looked at you confused when your heart stopped when you remembered you were wearing your glasses.

“Oh, really?” You tried to play it cool. Maybe he won’t notice.

“When did you get glasses?” His eyes scanned over your whole face. Oh gulp.

“I’ve always had glasses,” You said quietly completely embarrassed.

“Really?” He asked astounded. “How come I’ve never seen you wear them?” He asked.

“Well I bought contacts so..” You shrugged it off.

“Okay, right. You look good in them.” He said making you blush, “like my little nerd.” Your nose scrunched in dismay at his choice of nickname.

“Let’s eat?” You changed the subject.

Half an hour into your meal, Tom couldn’t keep his mouth shut about your stupid glasses. “Look here,” he pointed to the back of the bottle of wine he ordered you two, “I simply don’t understand these words. Like potassium metabisulfite. You probably know what that is, right Nerd?” he asked cheekily.

You really wanted to throat punch him. “Oh c’mon, I knew you were always related to Einstein, you could see it in your eyes.”

“Tom,” You sighed.

“What?” He asked, enjoying his steak with his bubbling laughter.

“You’re annoying,” You said. He laughed.

“Babe, I’m only kidding because you do look very adorable in those glasses.” You blushed.

“Thanks.”

Labels (Peter Parker x Reader)

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Warnings: Cussing, duh. Mention of being beaten up? Oh, and that’s not my GIF. Also: Sub!Peter, kind of. Ugh, I just fucking love Sub!Peter so much. 

Summary: You’ve always read people like open books, until meeting the mystery that is Peter Parker. But since making it your mission to figure him out, things have gotten clearer and more complicated at the same time.


Peter Parker baffled you. There, you said it. He was the one thing that your brilliant mind couldn’t figure out. He hung out with the Populars, he was arrogant and cocky, he bragged and swore like a truck driver with anger issues, flirted shamelessly and much more. But when he talked to you for the first time…

“I guess we’re partners now.”

You looked up from your notes to see Peter standing over you, his hands in the pocket of his varsity jacket. He doesn’t even play sports… Your eyes scanned his figure, lanky and awkward, different than when he was with friends. When working on the project he would look at you, catch your gaze, and quickly look away, hastily grabbing a pencil and resuming work on the poster. 

“Yeah, I guess so.”


Peter Parker didn’t just confuse you, he made you show pity and mercy because you saw how he acted around certain people, how he tried too hard to look impassive, how his friends would idolize him one day and shun him the next. You saw the way he would pick at his food at lunch while the people at his table socialized, sometimes nudging him and laughing. Peter would give an exhausted smile and nothing more.

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date a girl who wears glasses with very thick lenses. date a girl who wears these glasses not to improve her vision but to obscure it. date a girl who can read the fine print on a contract being signed by a businessman in an airplane, even when wearing her glasses. date a girl who really does not like what she sees when her glasses fall off.

idk

ok so i’m probably a terrible writer but i’ve decided not to just post unanswered asks to @lordzuuko so i’ve decided to write a short headcanon for @lordzuuko ’s (amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)pjo au???

Hear me out. Shiro. With glasses.

•not the small, rectangular glasses or just reading glasses, but the big, kinda thick glasses that people with really bad vision need.
•normally he wakes up super early to put his contact lenses in so nobody suspects he needs glasses (maybe he has a bad experience with how he can't see??)
•as a child, him and his mom were walking home and this couple were arguing across the street. his mother but inn to stop them but the man hit her. shiro went in to defend his mom but got smacked so hard his vision got permanently blurry.
•also, he looks like a nerd with them on.
•horn rimmed, thick lensed glasses that make your eves look big with a black border.
•one day, will for training everyone had to take off their contacts and/or jewelry and shiro got nervous
•but he took off his contacts anyway and put his glasses on
•everyone was shook
•keith especially
•ohoohohooh
•right after training keith squished and pinched his cheeks, cooing at him and telling him how cute he looks.
•"yeah..yeah right."
•"shut up, you're adorable! why didn't you tell me you wore glasses...? after all this time..?"
•"ah...i-it's a long story...i-i'll tell you later."
•keith also finds it adorable when shiro fixes his glasses
•especially the classic "pushing the glasses up the bridge of the nose" move
•that's priceless
•the contacts that shiro uses aren't nearly as good as his glasses so he can see much better with the glasses
•he normally wears them inside the cabin or during training
•and whenever he puts them on he looks 10x softer and precious tbh

i don’t have the writing skills to make this into a oneshot so i thought i’d just dump this here ok gotta blast!

Right in Front of Your Eyes - Part 2

Originally posted by thealextheshipper


Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, all the feelings
Summary: After your parents were murdered mysteriously, you move in with your godfather Tony Stark, along the way your normal life will be turned upside down, due to a Mr Parker and being hit by a bus. It will all make sense eventually.
A/N: Basically, you are Jessica Drew but with your name and a slight twist. BTW you’re British, you’re welcome 😉
Word Count: 1800+

Intro | Part 1 |

I hate hospitals. Well, not the idea of saving people’s lives, but mainly the smells and people. The smell of antiseptic, death and misery is not something you can get used to, not being able to move from the waist down sucks, even more, I cried two days straight after I found out. Thanks to that bus I’m now paralysed from the waist down, but according to the doctors, Tony made it just in time with the news that he may have a solution. By that I mean, secretly he’s been trying to replicate Peter’s Spider-Man abilities to form some type of serum, yes, I know Spider Man’s identity, I sort of put two and two together, makes me feel slightly giddy that Peter’s girlfriend only thinks he’s working with Tony for a grant, and that I know more about Peter than she ever has done; what a shock that will be. Peter has been at the hospital with me from the start, I don’t know why, he says that we should ‘bond’ and now that I can’t walk, he knows I won’t run away. It’s funny really, he apologised straight after saying that, but I was in hysterics. Anyway, back to the serum; Tony asked me if it was okay to inject me with it, I said yes straight away before he could even tell me side effects, or even what would happen. I mean what else can I lose? (I really shouldn’t jinx myself, I mean I’m a disabled orphan for Christ’s sake). So, plans were made, which brings us to now. Looking at the clock I have 10 minutes until my life is going to change – again – For better or for worst.

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You never read my poetry,
never noticed that my notebooks
were covered in your memories,
in horror stories and vivid dreams,
begging your love to blanket me.
I’d shiver and you kept it to yourself.
You didn’t care that I stared at
the world with thick-lensed glasses
and you didn’t know that what
you saw was a blur. You made me
believe I was making something
out of nothing instead of learning
the tune to my something, instead
of feeling it get caught in your throat
like blood filling up your lungs.
I sang yours all the way home to you.
It felt like sunshine and melted ink.

I thought I would be devastated
when you left. And I was.
The first time. The second time.
The third time. The fourth time,
I still let you coat my pillows in tears
and I felt bad for you. I thought
I owed you something because
you wouldn’t take the something
I had to give you. I thought I had to
keep pouring myself into you
until you felt it, but now I know
I can’t fill you and it is not
worth being devastated over.

So I’m thankful you got to fill me.
I’m thankful when I forget the sound
of your voice, I’ll still remember
the way you’d stumble over your words.
When I forget what you look like
from far away, I’ll still remember
the color of your eyes from up close.
My memories of you are warm,
like fire, like growth, evolution,
the way nature will keep existing
long after our love dies out. I always
begged for you to worry about me,
to wonder why I was so distant,
but with my passion fueling me,
I always used my own fists
when you didn’t fight for me.

So if you are trying to read between
the lines of my poetry now, if you
are finally wondering how I’m doing,
all this poem is saying is this:
Don’t worry about me.
I’ll be okay without you.

—  Melted ink

MATT // MASTERLIST


Request: Hello, I really love your writing!! And I also really miss Matt the radar technician! So I was wondering if you can write a modern!matt where the reader and him are close friends that have feelings for each other and she sticks up for him bc he gets picked on. Idk something like that. But yeah! You always know how to make your stories amazing! Thank you!!

A/N: I’m so glad I received Matt requests bc I miss that son of a bicth……thank you, anon, for the request! Enjoy :) [gif not mine]

Word Count: 2.5K+

Warning: None


Matt was, what you called, your average ‘nerd’. His glasses were as big as his head, the silver rims and thick lenses that hugged his nose. His attire was always neat and in place–although the opposite went for his bright blond hair. Now that was a mess. It was hard to keep the curls looking nice. Brushing them weren’t an option and neither was jelling it, so he let it be.

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and there’s a keepsake my mother gave me

Summary:  “That was all you, girlie. Any backbone that boy’s got’s from you. Life’s more’n survival, I’s learned. The grit – the shit under your nails that makes you do that das’t right thing.” He heaves a big sigh, rattling again, and Meredith bites down on her lower lip, more habit than anything. “That’s all on you, Quill. Every ‘lil piece of it, that good fiber in his bones. Helluva lot for one person to manage when they’re dead.”

in the rapidly-approaching hours before university kills my creative spirit i managed to churn out one of my favorite things i’ve written all year. there’s something healing about women being a force of good in other women’s lives, cyclical, back and forth, generational. gotg is by NO means a feminist masterpiece (its …. trying, sort of, vaguely) but it gave me four ladies, all of whom i loved, and damn if meredith quill isnt the moral backbone of the whole damned franchise. so – here we are, in a fic that’s supposed to span the pre- and post- of infinity war, and only very vaguely has a plot. hopefully i actually achieved what i wanted to. thank you to @taxicabsandcupcakes and @parlegee for encouraging me and helping me re-write That Damned Scene, and ofc, i hope yall enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it.  

Meredith’s always loved the feeling of the wind in her hair, ever since she was a little girl flying down the long Missouri highways in her father’s pickup. She thinks maybe that’s why there’s always a breeze going on around here, always something moving through her curls.

She’d missed her curls, she had, more than she’d wanted to admit. And now they’re back, probably will be for the rest of foreseeable eternity. She can’t entirely say she’s grateful, but it’s something, at least. She’s come to terms with everything. It’s been a while, after all.

She sits down, crosses her legs at the ankles, and looks up at the big blue sky.

“You come here jus’ to take the shit outta me again, girlie?”

Meredith snorts, and keeps on looking. “You wanna think that?”

“Dunno what I wants t’think. You awful quiet for someone who by usual can’t shut the hell up.”

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Once on a yellow peice of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it “chops”
because that was the name of his dog
and thats what it was all about
his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts.
that was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born
with tiny nails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed alot
and the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it

once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
and that’s what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kithcen door
beause of the new paint
and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometime they would burn holes
that was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see santa claus
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed alot
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it

once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
and he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
and thats what it was all about
and his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
that was the year Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the Apostles’s Creed went
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
and the girl around the corner
wore too much make up
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
becuase it was the thing to do
and at 3 am he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

that’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
because that’s what it was really all about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didnt think
he could reach the kitchen

—  The Perks of Being a Wallflower

anonymous asked:

Roadhog forcing his kidnapped S/O to marry him?

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- Roadhog was a man who got what he wanted all the time, his size alone would put people off of saying no, they’d already know it was in their best interest to do what he wanted and when he wanted. He was so used to getting his own way that when he met you at a bar and you said no, it had taken him aback.

-No one said no, not even Junkrat told him no or misbehaved too much in fear of what the monster of a man would and could do. So when you sweet as anything, just his type, said no to his advances he was pissed.

- He was a paient man if nothing else and he waited outside in the dark, down an ally from where the bar was, waiting for you, if you were drunk this would be more then easy for him. You came out, stumbling a little, heading towards your car, you saw the shadow looming over you but it was too late.

- That had been months ago now, trapped in a small safe house, sometimes moving from one to another you were trapped with the two Junkers. Always locked away in Roadhog’s room, you could only ever hear the screeching voice and laughter of another man paired with the booming voice of the man who had stolen you.

- He kept you clothed and fed, the illusion that he cared for you almost, maybe he did in some fucked up away? but when his hands started to travel up your legs, you’d flinch, panic, the fear more then evident in your face which annoyed the bulk of a man who looked down on you through those thick lenses in the mask.

- “I’m sorry I can’t not till I’m married” you would lie, but it seemed it would always cause him to back off and leave you be for awhile.

- That was untill he opened the door to your shared room, he demanded you get on your feet and follow him. The sight that greeted you in the livingroom was one you never thought you’d see. Junkrat had his grenade launched poised and ready, aimed at a priest, why was a priest here?…oh… it soon dawned on you, you took a panicked step back but soon bumped into Roadhog’s protruding gut.

-“Well, you said not till we are married” he explained like you were a moron.
- “I always wanted ta be a best man” Junkrat would laugh, his sick and twisted giggle going right through you as Mako pushed you towards where he and the priest were standing.

- The priest looked sadly at you but he knew if he didn’t do this then he was going to be killed by the lanky hell spawn who was still cackling off to his side. He performed the vows, did his job, it was legal and binding.

- Roadhog took your hand and you could tell he was smirking behind his mask as he grabbed your arm and tugged you towards the bedroom, your only good excuse had been removed from you, you were married and he was going to have his way with you.

-“Wot about ‘im” Junkrat called to Roadhog who paused for just a moment, using his spare hand he made a ‘cut along the neck’ motion which caused the other to laugh hysterically again and hop from foot to stump.

- You felt bad for the priest as he was marched outside, followed by a loud bang, but right now, right now you feared for yourself as he pushed you to the bed and you could hear his heavy breathing.

- “Now, make your funny excuses” he said, daring you. You just laid there looking dumb, mouth opening and closing.

What Has Been Seen Cannot Be Unseen

Summary:

That one time Richie stopped eating meat.

Takes place a couple months after the movie.



Never agree to do anything “exciting” with Richie, alone, was one of the rules everyone had lived by ever since Bill, Stan, and Eddie had become friends with the mouthy boy. But Eddie is tired of schoolwork and shared awkward silences with his mother, and Bill and Stan are going out with their parents, and Eddie’s new friend Mike thinks he’s coming down with something—so there’s no freaking way Eddie’s going near his potentially diseased ass—and Bev left town. So, that Friday night, when Richie knocks on his door and asks him to take a walk, Eddie agrees to join him without even asking about the carton of eggs in his scrawny arms.

It’s still not getting dark out until late, and it’s still not cooling down until deep into the night, but summer’s over and it’s almost as if everything has gone back to how it was before Eddie’s life turned into a horror movie.

No one’s talked about the clown, since the blood oath.

No one talks about possibly facing it again someday.

Everything hasn’t gone exactly back to the way it was though. Some things have changed, for the better. Now, Eddie’s once stuffed fanny pack feels light, strapped to his waist without any pills inside. He still carries around an inhaler, even though his mother finally admitted his asthma attacks were psychosomatic—and brought on by all the bullshit she filled his head with for years—but he uses it less and less.

Eddie tells Richie as much, that it’s been days since his last attack.

“Yeah?” Richie grins. “I’m proud of you, Eds!”

“Thanks.” Eddie grins back, then adds in a lower voice, “And don’t call me Eds.”

They walk and chat for a few minutes before Eddie finally asks, “What’s with the eggs?”

“You’ll see,” Richie says, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “We’re almost there.”

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Why does this book still own my ass [part 2]

part 1

  • Ari is actually noticeably shorter than Dante
  • Hugs from behind are gr9 bc Dante can comfortably rest his chin on top of Ari’s head and feel and smell his nice hair 
  • Ari and Gina end up being the same smol height (5'4’) but Susie just fucking shoots up to maybe 5'10 (these numbers mean nothing to me use the metric system please) 
  • Susie wears a hijab and Gina has very tight curly hair 
  • Ari is def stronger than Dante so in most cases he’s able to pin Dante down but when Dante manages to pin Ari down Ari just kinda goes weak and his limbs becomes jelly and just kinda melts under Dantes weight and doesn’t fight back much after oh mannnnnnn
  • -*stares at linette* beefCAKE
  • Sometimes he lets Dante win
  • A lot of times actually
  • What a fucking child Dante you’re a year older please
  • Dantes physical affection rubs off onto Ari and in time he starts kissing his parents on the cheek more often and Jaime/Santiago is the first to notice it but doesn’t really object to it or say anything
  • Dante gives those super jovial and tight hugs that completely envelop you (he is big and with a broad back I’m sure he would wrap you up) and sometimes lifts you off the ground bc hes taller and  sometimes he just tackles I love how uncensored he is (giant golden retriever)
  • Whereas Ari’s hugs are the slow kind that you melt into like youre being consoled and warmed from the inside and he slowly brings your closer to him as the hug progresses and he presses into the person and the other person nuzzles their face his hair bc he’s got very nice hair
  • [yes those are from that post i drew that post]
  • They both really suck at dancing tbh like they think they’re good bc they don’t dance with other people but one night when they do go out with gina and Susie to dance or party they look like complete idiots oh my God
  • And Gina and Susie just slowly back off
  • “I’m sorry who are you I don’t recall coming with you???”
  • No amount of good looks can save you Dante
  • Dantes Cathedral classmates like to tease Ari (all good hearted) bc Dante probs never shut up about him before they kissed and probably didn’t after
  • Dante can’t grow a beard lmao his facial hair is so shit
  • And sometimes he takes it personally bc what if he isn’t macho enough by Mexican standards
  • Ari can grow a decent beard but probs keeps or clean shaven so Dante doesn’t feel bad
  • DANTE WEARS GLASSES BIG RED FRAMED GLASSES ( THANKS ANDIREE)
  • Soledad used to be a swimmer [probs despite her parent’s protest] before Sam and a few years after Dante was born.
  • She sounds rlly stubborn and headstrong from how she upped and left her family [probs dante got that too that lil shit]
  • She also wears big bifocal lenses those thick thick ones
  • That’s probs where Dante gets his closeness to swimming from
  • They probs go clean up aunt Ophelias house during the school holidays and they discover all the weird shit
  • And Ari starts to sniffle and tear up
  • He swears its the dust but Dante knows its a lie and just holds him again
  • They stay there while cleaning up bc driving back to El Paso probs takes too long and dante never actually keeps his promise to drive 
  • (maybe he doesn’t like cars I wonder why)
  • he just sleeps [i think someone else had this HC too]
  • Aris hair is actually lighter than dantes hair like maybe a chestnut brown, just a shade darker than his own skin compared to dantes almost black hair
  • Aris leg scar becomes less sensitive to touch but he still winces out of habit when something grazes him
  • Dante has scars from being beat up
  • Over the years they get a lot more scars bc theyre reckless and stupid and their bodies become an album of all their adventures together (ty izzy!)
  • THEY ADOPT CHILDREN
  • Dante really enjoys sleeping on Ari (when the weather isn’t too hot) he likes listening to his breathing and the warm and everything
  • Even when they’re so close together Dante needs to be closer
  • And not just his chest ok sometimes he just drops onto Aris legs and falls asleep how annoying
  • Ari likes Dantes big sweaters and keeps taking them and returning it when they don’t smell like him anymore
  • “Ok you’ve worn it long enough it smells like you I want it back”
  • It’s not even the detergent that Soledad uses its Dantes smell whatever the fuck that is
  • His /musk/
  • And when Soledad gives him a sweater as a gift he makes Dante wear it for the smell again
  • Dante (secretly) likes brushing Aris hair??? Sometimes he braids it when Ari isn’t paying attention to piss him off
  • “I’ll shave your head if you don’t start doing this yourself”
  • (a very empty threat bc beautiful hair and Ari being his little che guevara)
  • Ari rebuts “that’s my mum’s job” in an attempt to make it awkward
  • This was the boy who replied “one night my parents had sex” when asked where he came from
  • Liliana is thankful that someone brushes her son’s hair bc it would be a fucking mess if he was left alone
  • You know what was popular I the 80-90s
  • Crop tops
  • u know who probs wears crop tops
  • both of them
  • When Dante walks he always has a slight bounce and always seems to be walking to a beat and Ari just loves that about him he’s so full of energy and life
  • And likes to jump around places like from 2 steps down or across a curb
  • On Aris 21st dante serenades him with LA BAMBA
  • GUITAR AND EVERYTHING
  • Ari gets so red its incredible
  • They instinctively hold each other a lot everywhere like the hands the arm shoulder the clothes sometimes their bags.
  • More often Dante than Ari
  • Ari regularly tells Dante that he can’t fight for shit and that saying fight me means people will actually fight you
  • Ileana comes up somehow probs bc Gina blabbers and Susie is like oh fuck but in the nicest way possible tbh
  • Aris neck is very sensitive 
  • And Dante knows this 
  • You know where I’m going with this
  • Thigh hickeys 
  • Ye