this is probably the most fun i had doing a set

the types as bitches i hate in college and also ive had a lot of wine

ESFJ: that social butterfly bitch that doesn’t understand anything ever without asking twelve clarifying questions before you can explain shit, like i was gonna explain that obvious feature of your new iphone in four seconds chris, how about you chill and stop acting like IM the weird one

ISFJ: that boring nice bitch who has probably never had a unique individual thought in their life. they’re like, solely reactionary beings, the true wobbuffets of real life.

ESFP: that crazy bitch whose super weird but everybody likes because theyre just weird enough to be likable but never hangs out with you consistently because theyre too involved with theatre or ecstasy or some shit idk

ISFP: that sarcastic bitch whose somehow still obsessed with fandoms and superwholock and probably owns a horse back home or something

ENFJ: that starry eyed bitch who loves everybody and wants to save the world or some shit, idk, my eyes glazed over a quarter way through your monologue; besides, it all just pans out to you feeling bad about yourself because you can’t live up to the impossible standards you set for yourself anyways so am i really missing anything???

INFJ: that passive aggressive bitch whos always gotta remind you that they’re the most rare mbti type, and act all ethereal and distant and shit when we all know ur a dime a dozen on a college campus anyways

ENFP: that emotionally dead bitch who convinces everybody that theyre not because theyre so enthusiastic and tells you their whole life story the first time you meet them to cause shock and awe but also to get you lowkey emotionally attached

INFP: that sensitive bitch who wants to be a writer or an artist or something but is too obsessed with memes to get very far 

ESTJ: that polysci bitch who runs for class president when everybody knows damn well you don’t do any real anything on campus and the dean regards you with as much contempt as i do

ISTJ: that awkward bitch who knows they’re not that fun so they try really hard to put themselves out there and just makes it awkward and weird for the whole party

ESTP: that loud bitch who gotta be the center of attention all the time and everybody likes for some reason

ISTP: that angry bitch whose a wannabe sociopath and always telling you how much they hate people and want to murder people for, like, literally no reason like calm down edgelord tom.

ENTJ: that problematic bitch who starts shit right at the end of class because success and proving that they know shit is the only thing that makes them feel anything anymore

INTJ: that condescending sarcastic ass bitch that rolls their eyes whenever somebody raises their hand and is probably one dumb question away from bringing a gun to school

ENTP: that annoying bitch who starts arguments in class with everybody because they think its fun or wanna prove they know useless knowledge or logic or some shit idk stanley and idc just stop arguing with the professor its psych 101 and i want to go home

INTP: that quiet bitch who spends the whole party looking around in the corner and asking their friend if they can leave yet and only talks during class to explain something semi useless and tangental to the topic at hand 

chocokuma  asked:

hi!! i ws wondering if u had any advice on picking good colors in art ?? the colors u use always seem to go together really nicely hehe ,,

there’s a lot of really good color theory materials out there that would explain how it all works far far better than i ever could

but i will show you a couple of good tricks i learned along the way that will save you a lot of time and trouble if you don’t like watching/reading loads of theory (which you should still watch/read btw, i’m not saying to ditch it altogether) and more of a practical learner as i am

i often start coloring with simply using an eyedrop tool to choose base colors, it helps to keep the same color relations as the original, that way you won’t end up with white-washed characters or wrong tones of clothing 

in case of this drawing the final piece has water right under the characters, so i chose to make palette warmer on the top and colder on the bottom

the easiest way to make a soft, less contrast palette with the same color relations is to add a solid color or a gradient under the lineart; no overlay style, just a semi-transparent layer with color; on the contrary if you want a more contrast image you’d set overlay on multiply etc

colored lineart is optional, really. a lot of times you’ll hear DON’T COLOR/LINE WITH BLACK!!!!!!! that’s fake news, black lineart can make an image pop very well, but it doesn’t work with everything, so choose wisely

there’s two ways to add shadows to your drawing - by adding shadows (duh) or by adding the absense of shadows

i use both ways but since i almost never see anyone mentioning the second one: what i mean by it is you need to fully cover your characters in solid shadow and then erase the parts with light

a lot of artists choose the color of shadow individually for every part of the drawing - skin, hair, clothes etc; i personally like to choose one color for shadow and

one whole shadow layer not only saves you a ton of time, unlike choosing color individually, but it also means you can freely play with the color of it, which can affect your image A LOT

now back to the main palette! this trick is for photoshop only as far as i know

PS has 2 really helpful overlay styles - Hue and Color and as the names suggest it changes the hue or color of your image based on the color above it

PS also has a fun thing called Gradient Map (Image -> Adjustments -> Gradient Map) that converts the monochrome tones into ANY colors of the same relation

the last trick i’ll show you is particularly useful when you’re too lazy to color the lineart

i fill base colors by using paint bucket tool, it’s simple and fast, but it also means no colors under the lines 

which is annoying but what can you do right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ actually there is something you can do! here’s a step-by-step

that’s all that comes to mind for now, hope it was helpful in any way! most of these tricks were born out of the notion “how do i produce a really good image with as much saved time and actions as possible”, which probably won’t do for perfectionists, but to all the lazy artists out there like me - try it lmao

How To Come Out in A Conservative Society

An History Lesson on Ellen DeGeneres and Theories about BTS

First, let me start off by saying that I know this is going to piss off some people. Your precious boys can’t have a bad rumor spread about them, can they? 

Well, fun fact: These rumors about idols have gone on for years, and they still have jobs. The rumors aren’t the problem, because when it comes to LGBT rumors, unlike straight rumors or controversies, Korea readily just accepts them as not possible and so someone can be rumored gay and nothing come from it, unless it was ever confirmed, so again, the rumor isn’t the problem. The lack of acceptance if said rumors are confirmed is the problem, because idols can only work if a company feels they will be able to make money. It is simple economics. If fans are not willing to accept and openly express acceptance, how can we expect a society to? How can we expect companies to feel that their artists have a market? Now I understand Korea has a thing about censorship despite fan reaction. This is a part of the problem, and it is a complicated political setting in which I do not understand and therefore cannot determine the ultimate solution. 

All I can say is this:

Guys, America was not always as accepting as it is now. America did used to be like Korea, and none of the laws for the LGBT were in place. What changed? The people. If you, as fans, are so set on protecting idols that you inherently promote the idea that being LGBT is an issue, even if you don’t mean it that way, you are being problematic to the cause. Discussing it openly allows idols and even companies to see the acceptance among fans, and fans educating other fans about it allows the societies to see the change in the people. You have the power but when you so adamantly push to censor the discussion, you give the power to those who wish to not acknowledge the LGBT. Talking is good, and could really help an LGBT idol feel better about themselves if they are LGBT.

NOW ONTO THE TOPIC OF DISCUSSION!

So, BTS wants to visit Ellen. This is very interesting to me, as I have always felt a slight connection of their stories. I have a theory, but you have to actually hear me out to try and understand that this is something legitimate and not just some delusion of grandeur. 

First, how many of you actually know the history behind Ellen?

Well, I am going to assume that a lot of you are younger than me. BTS is younger than me lol. So, in the 90s, Ellen DeGeneres was an American television sweetheart. People loved her. American families watched her all the time. She was really popular. She had her show Ellen, which if you didn’t know, was not the talk show she has now. It was an actual sitcom where she played a character named Ellen. She boldly made the choice ON THE SHOW to have the character come out as a lesbian, and the next day on a talk show, she came out herself.

It was a bold move in the 90′s when LGBT rights were in the shitter. Still, if you look back, she actually was quite clever and strategic. She played the every woman and that’s why families loved her, but you will see hints of her sexuality. She used her medium and talent to subconsciously familiarize her audience with the idea of her being LGBT. It took a lot of work, and trust me, her coming out was not ENTIRELY smooth, but it went quite well. She was one of the few at the time to come out and have her career thrive after. 

She after that managed to have the highest viewed day time talk show that still runs today, a role in one of the most beloved children’s films, Finding Nemo. In fact, a open lesbian having a role like Dory in a children’s film at all was a huge deal. She managed to do all of this and land a deal with JC Penney and Covergirl, and her net worth is 350 million. She even for over a decade remained with her wife Portia, all while her career grew. Sure, along the way there were idiots who condemned her, but most of America loved Ellen.

All from a woman who wore short hair, gender non-conforming fashion, and openly lived as a lesbian in the 90′s. She may not be too shocking to you guys, but she did “look like a lesbian” in what people would have defined (don’t take this as my belief).

How? 

Just being someone everyone can connect to! She was happy and funny and wanted the world to laugh! She showed that LGBT people are just like everyone else. They wanted their rights, and that was all. This is a discussion for an entirely different subject, but I as an LGBT can tell you that while I think people should be accepted and able allowed to behave in the manner they see fit as long as it harms no one, there is value in LGBT who are not defined by the stereotypical “LGBT” behavior and are simply just day by day people who live just like you. Ellen did not over-exaggerate her sexuality’s stereotypical behavior. There is nothing wrong with being flamboyant, but sometimes sadly, the first step to acceptance is to be able to empathize and she was the one to be able to connect to easier, and with time, starting with people like her being accepted, times changed, and now we are seeing acceptances for all forms. It isn’t perfect, and it probably never will be, but it is there. She pushed boundaries, but she did so strategically and it worked for her.

NOW LOL WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH BTS?

Well, if you are familiar with their music, behavior, ethical principles, and the HYYH, then you might see where I am going with this.

Firstly, I would be here for hours if I mentioned all the various moments were they referenced something LGBT or did something related to. There is the Japanese Jungkook fanboy, Glam’s Party XXO, Namjoon’s words about the issue, Yoongi and his fuckery, Troye Sivan ultimate stanning, ‘I Know’ etc, but let me continue with my point.

I feel that BTS are familiarizing their fans with the idea of LGBT within idols. Idols have always had fanservice, and idols have always had ones who professed acceptance. There have even been idols that have hinted towards ideas of LGBT in their art (like Monsta X’s All In) but if ARMYS are correct about the HYYH, there may actually be the first LGBT narrative involving idols (KWill’s Please Don’t featured an LGBT plotline but I am talking about the idol themselves being involved). 

There have been hints that Yoongi and Jungkook within the narrative have a romantic plot. The HYYH Notes give this idea some light. Granted, we could be incorrect, but it does seem to be the case with the narrative text. We will have to see in the future where they take it.The Love Yourself highlights also hint at this. Then, Namjoon’s insistence on Love Yourself: Her being gender neutral. I think this is for a specific purpose as well.

Then there was the photoshoot with Jimin and Jungkook on the same rainbow unicorn float that was used at Korean Pride that same summer. I do not find this coincidental at all. There is a message, and I find that they are trying to send it in a palatable way for fans, which sadly shouldn’t have to happen, but it is the society we live in. There is the fact that they covered a song without changing pronouns, which would be ignored had it not been for the recent Namjoon comments and the fact that the BigHit survey featured more than the two genders. I think they recognize all of this. I think that this is all to familiarize fans with directly associating idol with LGBT. 

They are pushing boundaries, but doing so strategically.

Now, this next part might split some people, because it involves two members together, and I know people get pissy but hear me out. Please note that while you may think I am wrong, if you believe there are other LGBT members, the former discussion still applies.

I think the recent events involving Jungkook and Jimin are not fanservice. They are real events that are used by the two for fans. Let me explain: If they are together, they are spending time together, publicly interacting, and expressing themselves more. They are doing this because they love each other, but this is shown for fans for the purpose I believe of getting fans used to the idea, so that if they did eventually come out, it would not be such a shock. Much like Ellen did. I could be entirely wrong, but I think every moment is genuine and they are just showing it to people they care about to show their love. It can be a gift to fans, but that does not make it fanservice. 

As, I said, take the last two paragraphs away, and my point is still relevant, but I do believe they are utilizing this as a chance for members to come out who would not feel comfortable doing so before. I find at this point in time, the most likely is Jimin and Jungkook.

For sure, Jungkook. I always believed him to be some form of LGBT.

NOW, what does any of this mean? What does the future hold?

Well…

You got me.

If I am correct, and I believe I am, this means that BigHit and BTS will eventually tackle the idea of LGBT head on. I think an issue is with the Korea Unicef program, as it is 2 years long, and Yoongi decided not to get a tattoo to be able to do it, so what makes us think being LGBT wouldn’t be an issue, BUT who knows? They may utilize the fact that they are the current most successful Korean idol artist on a national and worldwide scale to see what can happen. Not changing the language they sing in reaches to their intent for change and being a voice for Korean youth, and utilizing the international fame allows them to bridge the youth they are reaching to with the liberalism of Western media.

The thing is in order to not kill their careers, they have to be big enough to survive it. That is why the first part of my essay is so important. Fans are the key. Our support and votes, and yes, our money, is the key to them being big enough that they are untouchable. That might not ever truly happen but it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try. If we can have an idol who is LGBT that is as big as them, that can invoke change…

JUST LIKE ELLEN. It takes time. Things didn’t change immediately after her, but damn if life didn’t get more and more progressive. I also credit so many others for that, but this is about them.

Please, take into consideration that I put a lot of thought into this before you brush me off, BUT ultimately this is my opinion. Good Day.

fictional-portal  asked:

dare i ask....what is critical role?

oh boy, okay, so THIS IS GONNA BE LONG, HEADS UP

Critical Role is a series on Twitch produced by Geek & Sundry where (famous) voice actors Laura Bailey, Travis Willingham, Taliesin Jaffe, Marisha Ray, Liam O’Brien, Ashley Johnson, Sam Riegel and Matthew Mercer play Dungeons & Dragons. Sometimes there are guests players and they are all always AMAZING.

They are all very close friends (some are spouses and married) and had this D&D campaign even before it started being broadcasted. Matthew is the Dungeon Master. Everyone is always in-character during the games, thanks to their talent, the voices and acting and RP is TOP NOTCH and you cry and laugh a lot.

The episodes can be up to 4 hours long sometimes, and there is 110 episodes so far (roughly the same length as a TV show with 7 seasons). It’s very intimidating, but you can also just listen to it and not watch them.. although (and i’m not even biased when I say that) watching Laura Bailey react to everything is like, one of the best thing about CR. Also the physical acting is sometimes important! The show is being uploaded in podcast form tho!

It’s broadcasted every Thursdays on Twitch, and then the episodes are added to Youtube on Mondays.


Who’s in the Party aka Vox Machina (some things will be left unsaid to avoid spoilers):

Vex’ahlia (Vex) played by Laura Bailey *harp music*

Half-Elf Ranger. Went from Neutral Good to Chaotic Neutral, and currently is Chaotic Good. Vax’s twin sister. She has a bear named Trinket whom she loves more than anything in the whole world (tie with Vax, probably). She winks a lot and flirts with everybody. SHE LOVES MONEY. A good person but sometimes does questionable things like lying and stealing. Self-worth issues. Lowkey bisexual, only kinda confirmed off-screen.

Vax’ildan (Vax) played by Liam O’Brien

Half-Elf Rogue. Chaotic Good. resident emo boy, but also a Soft Boy. Vex’s twin brother. Very emotional. A bit obsessed with Death. Depressed. Loves to prank Grog, and would die (literally) for his twin sister. Bros with Grog and Scanlan. Loves to braid hair. An actual bird. Canon bisexual.

Grog Strongjaw played by Travis Willingham

Goliath Barbarian. Chaotic Good or Chaotic Neutral? VERY TALL. Has an intelligence of 6. Pike’s best friend. Thinks water is poison (but not anymore, CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT). The cutest murder machine. Fighting is like yoga for him. LOVES women and brothels. Also ale.

Pike Trickfoot played by Ashley Johnson

Gnome Cleric. Chaotic Good. The Mom friend. Grog’s best friend. Loves the goddess of Light and Healing, Sarenrae, whom she is a cleric of. She will swing her holy mace in your face if you threaten her friends. An actual angel?? Played by an actual angel? Plays only when she isn’t busy on the set of Blindspot.

Keyleth played by Marisha Ray

Half-Elf druid. Neutral Good. Percy’s best friend. Basically The Avatar. Most powerful member of the party. Vox Machina’s moral compass, she is 90% of their impulse control. Very wise but very socially awkward. (Spoilers) She jumped off a cliff, turned into a goldfish and died that one time. She’s okay tho. She loves the twins. She loves all of her friends tbh. Gets arrested a lot??. Scared about her future. Lowkey bisexual, kinda confirmed off-screen.

Lord Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III (Percy) played by Taliesin Jaffe

Human Gunslinger (Fighter). Neutral Good. Keyleth’s best friend. A little bit haunted. Obsessed with contracts and demons tbh. THE SMARTEST BOY. Build a lot of impressive stuff. Sometimes he makes jewelry for the party out of sea shells or dragon scales. Talks fancy. Loves explosions. Has PTSD.

Scanlan Shorthalt played by Sam Riegel

Gnome Bard. Neutral Good or Chaotic good? Unsure. Probably Chaotic Good. Bros with Vax and Grog. Really fancies Pike. A player. Has a lot of issues but hides behind humor. The funniest and most talented. Is often naked. Very loyal. A complex character. He doesn’t like Trinket. Canonically not Straight. Probably Pan??

Taryon Darrington (Tary) played by Sam Riegel (for a while)

Human Alchemist. Alignment?? He’s a good boy. A REAL DIVA. Rich. Super smart. Has an automaton named Doty who writes down his adventures. Vex’s best friend. Bros with Percy. His arc was brief but he started as a pompous brat and ended being a soft and loyal member. Scared easily. Loves being an adventurer. Canonically very gay.

Beloved NPCs, played by Matthew Mercer (but only some of them because Matt plays over 100+ NPCs)

  • SHAUN GILMORE. Human. The prettiest and (canonically) gayest shopkeeper in all the lands. Actually an incredibly powerful sorcerer. Had a crush on Vax and vice versa.
  • Allura Vysoren. Human. Very graceful and smart. Amazing arcanist (wizard). Vox Machina’s number one emergency contact tbh. She loves Kima, in a gay way. Canonically bisexual.
  • Lady Kima of Vord. Halfling Paladin. She serves the deity Bahamut, The Platinum Dragon. Small but will kick everyone’s ass.  Sassy. Will kill you if you prank her. Butch Icon. Loves Allura very much. Canonically very gay.

/!\ SPOILERY NPCs /!\ :

  • J’mon Sa Ord. Nonbinary. SO ELEGANT. Barefoot at all times. Kind of tired of Vox Machina’s shit, but is still fond of them nonetheless. Spoilers x1000: Actually a (good) Dragon. The coolest sovereign. I’m in love.
  • Cassandra De Rolo. Human. Percy’s sister. Is running a kingdom while her brother is out and about shooting at bad dragons. NEEDS A FUCKING NAP. LET HER SLEEP, MATT.

Characters came and went (Tiberius Stormwind played by Orion Acaba for example) and some guests come back more often than the others, but this is getting way too long so let’s stop here.


Honestly, CR is the best thing I’ve ever watched. I never laugh as much as I do in front of a TV as I do in front of CR. Same for surprise and tears and stress and everything a show can make you feel. It’s truly something else.

“What is Critical Role” video. A good and fun recap.

You can watch Critical Role HERE

Good luck!

How I cope with my Emotional Nonsense

My brain comes with the fun little perk of really intense, overwhelming emotional reactions. My emotions are a series of on/off switches and it’s either blinding painful intensity or complete numbness. So here’s how I try to manage it:

  • Clean my room. Not like… calm gentle reorganization. No. I dump as much as I think I can handle onto the floor and put it back in its place. It’s intense. There’s usually loud angry music. Things almost always end up only slightly cleaner than they were but I feel way fuckin better afterwards.
  • Play video games. Preferably those ones where you’re way OP and just slice through enemies like butter. Or something you just plain can’t lose at, like Stardew Valley.
  • Watch vine compilations. Seriously, just search RIP Vine in youtube, click on the mix playlist, and you’re set forever.
  • Listen to podcasts. I like audio dramas. If you want recs, message me. I’ve got a list.
  • Take a walk. I’m confident in my ability to keep myself safe in doing so, so I will start walking and just not stop until I calm down. Usually I’m doing better after about half an hour for me.
  • Make something. Draw, knit, write, paint, make a fucking hand turkey. No one cares if it’s good. And even if I decide to throw it out, I usually feel better once I’ve actually made a thing.
  • Blanket fort. Really. It helps. Use a paper towel tube as a fake sword. Just… be silly and childish and imaginative. Those aren’t bad things to be.
  • Cut/dye my hair. Usually this takes a little planning but I always wind up deciding to do it during a breakdown of some sort.
  • Eat something. Sometimes a bag of gummy worms is all it takes to remember that the world isn’t entirely awful.
  • Go back to bed. Sometimes, I just don’t have the energy to put up with the world’s bullshit. And that’s okay. It’s not wise to pick this one every time, but sometimes the world can wait. I bury myself under the covers, put my phone on do not disturb, and either take a nap or listen to music.

Sometimes, I’m stuck. I can’t distract myself, and I can feel the wave coming, about to pull me under and turn me into a massive shitlord. Because I am an absolutely AWFUL person to be around when I’m in emotion-hell. Believe me, I hate myself during it too. Haven’t quite figured out what to do with it yet, but if I’m with someone I try to warn them that I’m really upset and just need a moment to freak out a bit. Then I try to just… let it pass. It’s a bad idea to talk to people you have strong feelings about, no matter the feelings, when you’re in this. Impulses are hard to manage. I tend to just ramble my feelings in a private post on tumblr or I talk to someone I don’t know that well and consequently don’t have strong feelings about. Just… keep breathing. It passes.

So yeah. Things I try to keep in mind:

  • Nothing is permanent. Our lives are short and, on a cosmic scale, relatively insignificant. The decisions I make aren’t actually that important, so I may as well have fun.
  • Our lives are the most important thing we experience. This is how we are, right now. It is so very real, so very vivid and meaningful and shapes future iterations of us. We are very much here.
  • Two opposing statements can be true at the same time. We are complex, beautiful creatures capable of complex planning and deep thought. We’re also  bumbling apes who will ingest toxic substances because we like how they feel and frequently giggle at the thought of farts.
  • People in general are too busy worrying about what everyone else thinks of them to actually notice that a bit of someone else’s hair is sticking up or that their shirt was on inside out. It happens. We’ve all had those days.
  • There is no such thing as grown-ups. Only people who have gotten very good at pretending they know what they’re doing. We learn the rules by conformity, by watching everyone else and doing what they’re doing, even if we don’t actually know what the fuck is going on. It’s okay. There’s probably someone else just as confused as you in the same room. You’ll be fine, and if you’re too lost to pretend you know what’s going on, either ask someone who looks like they know, or bullshit it and hope for the best.
  • There is good in the world. If you need evidence, look at this dog. All dogs are good.
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Urban Spell Components

So, as an urban witch, I have a thing for weird spell components. Probably people have done this before, but i’m going to go ahead and throw mine out there. I’m going to try and do several of these.

First things simple, any small object can be enchanted to do anything you want it to. I have been known to grab small objects and just drop an enchantment on them cause i need a magical object right then and it’s what I have at hand. So don’t be afraid to grab anything you want and drop a blessing, curse, glamor, or basically any kind of spell you want on it.

Hell, my most popular post ever on this hellsite out of four blogs is a jinx using pennies. Make of that as you will.

Onwards.

Soda Tabs:

I mean, come on. It’s a tiny piece of metal. All the potential.

But more importantly, it’s a symbol. On the one hand, it represents a seal and on the other it represents a key.

Want to not just lock something up, but make it airtight, completely and utterly closed? Stick a tab in your spell.

Need a charm to open doors to you, to open people to you, to make friends more easily? Soda tab pendant, or in a mojo bag.

Want to release pressure, vent power, or make a magical bomb? What do we know that pops pressurized containers? Soda tabs.

In the more abstract sense, they’re associated with effervescense. Need to be more bubbly, more sparkly, more light and sweet? Work a tab into your spell as a symbol of releasing that into the world.

Want a variation and like the idea of provenance? Get one from a beer can and use it to symbolically relax your inhibitions so you can be more open to people, cut loose easier, and so on.

Bottle Caps

All that shit I just said about tabs? Conceivably, you could use that shit with a bottle cap. But you could also do a number of other shit.

Now, some y'all may notice I used a screw cap rather than a metal cap. That’s reasons.

Bottle caps make great curse anchors, for one simple reason that can be summed up in two words: “screw you.” Eh? Eh? Who doesn’t like a good pun in their magic?

You can use them to close things, true, but you can also use them as a valve. Ever had to open a soda slowly to release the pressure a little at a time? Now imagine using that as a component. Where the tab is a sudden release, the cap can be metered. There’s a host of reason to use it in that capacity.

Need a charm to help control your third eye? Crank it up or close it down with a bottle cap.

Bottle energy by filling a soda bottle with a charged medium and set it to slow release with a cap only partially sealed.

Need a charm like the soda tab to be open and effervescent, but don’t want it always on? Bottle cap.

And, of course, there’s the lovely little spikes on the damn things. Ever step on one? Yeouch.

Press into your palm if you’re doing an evil eye and want to transmit pain. Add to wards as a deterrent. Work it into curses as a literal stumbling point.

Want to take your sympathetic sacrifice to the next level? Stick one in your shoe for a day and use it to charge up an inconvenience or pain curse, or flip the script and use the pain as a sacrifice to pull down good luck, good fortune, or blessings by trading bad now for good later.

(This, as a sidenote, will work with anything uncomfortable in your shoe.)

Ballpoint Pens

Ok, so at the basic, you can write spells and draw sigils with them. Let’s get that out the way to start.

Moving right along, one of the other basic uses is as a stand in for a wand. The pen makes indelible marks, so it can be added into the casting to make a spell more durable.

But the real fun begins when you consider: it can be taken apart.

Want to banish something? Consider how fricken easy it is to lose a pen. Get a piece of paper and write what or who you want gone. Make it small, because the next thing you’re going to do is open the pen up and wrap that paper around the ink tube. Stick the whole thing back together. Let nature take its course, and when the pen is gone, so’s the issue.

(While I won’t tell you not to use this to banish things that can become someone else’s problem, this is best for things and people that you just want out of your life, not problems you want to pass along.)

And that ability to make scrolls has a thousand and one uses!

Make a lucky pen. Make a money pen, so every time you write a check or balance your books, you call money back to you.

Make a wand more potent. Make cheap and effective curse artillery. Curse that shit and set it loose, if you’re into that sort of thing.

Make a homing missile by writing a targeted spell in it and setting it loose to seek an approproiate target.

Make a whole bunch of lucky pens and cut them loose to bless everyone.

Make a pen to help you with your handwriting, spellcraft, and what not.

And that’s not even getting into blessing a pen so the ink can be used to draw temporary tattoos on your skin that have extra potency, or sigils that are primed for charging, or for magical vandalism. (Vandalize at your own risk.)

Go Wild!

So that’s it for this one. I'mm try and sit down and explain more of this shit that i do in the hopes that you fuckers get some use out of it.

Go forth and be magical!

Nightmares and Bruises

Request: Could you maybe please do 56 and 79 with Billy from stranger things.

Prompt: 56. “You know my house has a door? You don’t always have to use the window.” And 79. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, i’s dangerous.”

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warning: Mentions of abuse

Word Count: 1623

A/N: BTW I do not condone any of Billy’s behaviour in stranger things. Thank you for the request!! Please feel free to request anything! Part 2 of this is a possibility if people want it.

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Originally posted by mistress-gif


For the past year, ever since Steve had dragged her to Jonathan’s to confront Nancy and they had battled the Demogorgon, Y/N had suffered from terrifying nightmares. Her parents both worked for Hawkins Lab and had assured her multiple times that the old people had gone and that nothing like that would ever happen again. However, it didn’t reassure her. Her parents worked late most nights and would sometimes not even come home at all with only a brief phone call to tell her. When they weren’t home it was worse. She would wake up in cold sweats, breathing hard and sometimes crying.

This night was one of those. Shaking, Y/N swung her legs out of bed, pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie, put her shoes on and left the house after locking the door. The air was cold and her hoodie didn’t provide much protection. There was a soft breeze that swirled the autumn leaves into the air which she watched as she walked down the road. There was little noise this time of night and it was beautifully peaceful.

Hiding her hands in her hoodie, she shuddered as the sound of a car engine roared through the silence. She moved to the side of the road for the car to pass but, to her surprise, it pulled up beside her.

“Y/N, right?” The driver said as she looked over to see it was Billy Hargrove. She nodded her head and he smiled. “What you doing out this late in the cold, princess?” Y/N and Billy knew of each other but had never actually spoken at school. That was mainly down to the fact that he was not nice to Steve.

Y/N shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep” She studied the boy’s face and noticed a bruise beginning to form under his cheekbone.

“Want to come for a drive? I’d rather not leave you out in the cold.” He reached across and opened the door. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, it’s dangerous.”

Realising that he was probably right and that there was little chance of him actually turning out to be an axe murderer, she shrugged and climbed into the dark blue Camaro. The warmth from the inside of the car immediately engulfed her and she sank further into the seat as Billy set off.

“Anywhere particular you wanted to go, princess?” Billy asked glancing at the girl in his passenger seat.

“Not really” She muttered and looked out of the window as he turned on the radio and Rebel Yell by Billy Idol flooded the car. “What happened to your cheek?”

Billy glanced at her but she was still looking out of the window. “It’s nothing.”

“Is it the reason you’re out this late?” Y/N asked looking over at the blond.

“We’ve all got our demons, princess.” Was his response and she didn’t press him further. He thought most people would have and was suddenly glad it was her he had found and not anyone else.

They drove around aimlessly for a few hours, talking every so often and then letting the music fill the silence the rest of the time. He dropped her off at home and looked at the empty drive. “Where’re your parents?”

”At work. They either work really late or just stay at the office all night.” Y/N explained as she opened the door. “Thanks for the ride.” She smiled softly.

“Anytime, princess.” He returned the smile as she shut the door and walked away.

This continued to happen frequently over the next month. Y/N would have a nightmare and would go for a walk to clear her head and most times Billy would pull up with fresh bruises and they would go for a drive. Neither of them spoke any other time; they would glance at each other at school but that was about it. Their conversation and friendship were limited to the inside of Billy’s car. Neither of them really minded. They found an escape in each other.

However, one night the normality of their meetings was broken. Y/N was, for once, sleeping peacefully, when there was a knock on her window. Sleepily she had sat up and would have gone back to sleep blaming it on her imagination if it hadn’t sounded again. She walked over to the window, opened the curtains and locked eyes with those familiar blue irises. She opened the window as she took in his face. There were bruises all over his face but unlike usually, his nose was also bleeding, his lip and eyebrow was split and there were bruises visible under his ripped shirt.

“Billy?” She questioned as he started to climb through the window and nearly fell, causing her to grab him.

“Hey, princess.” He muttered as he winced in pain.

“What happened?”

“My dad didn’t like the way I was talking to my step-mom.” He told her as she helped him sit on the bed. “I didn’t know where else to go.” He whispered as he looked at the floor.

“It’s okay. I’m going to get the first aid kit.” Y/N said as she motioned for him to stay put. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit with shaking hands.

She walked back into the room and sat next to him and started pulling things out of the kit. Bill turned to look at her and noticed her shaking fingers as she tried to pour some alcohol onto some cotton wool. He placed his hands over hers and she stopped shaking and looked at him. He nodded reassuringly and she began to clean the cuts on his face. She then pulled out the tea tree oil and gently rubbed a small amount into the bruises on his face.

“Could you…?” She trailed off as she gestured to his tattered shirt; unable to meet his gaze.

He just nodded and pulled it off. Her hands started shaking again as she rubbed the ointment into the bruises on his chest and then on his back. She packed the kit away and just put it on the floor next to her bed. “Do you… Do you want to sleep here tonight?”

“If you don’t mind.” He said shakily.

“Of course not.” She murmured as she climbed into bed. He kicked off his shoes and climbed in next to her as she switched off the light.

“Thank you.” He whispered as they started to drift off.

“Anytime.”

Him coming over in the middle of the night after a fight with his dad started to become regular thing. Not once did he look as bad as the first time and each time she was glad of it. She hated to see him hurt. Her parents had begun to spend more time at the lab lately so she was always glad for Billy’s company. It seemed with Billy by her side, the nightmares didn’t have the courage to attack. Billy had found a place where he actually felt safe and was reluctant to give it up anytime soon. They still didn’t talk at school but glances had evolved into smiles when they saw one another. Other people were beginning to catch onto them but no one ever saw them together.

“You know my house has a door? You don’t always have to use the window. Especially when my parents aren’t home.” Y/N smiled as Billy climbed into her room from the darkness outside.

“Where’s the fun in that, princess?” He chuckled. There were small bruises in the shape of finger prints on each of his biceps. He sat on the bed as she grabbed a small bottle of tea tree oil that she now kept in her bedside table. No matter how many times he told her it didn’t matter, she wouldn’t listen so he had just started giving up and letting her put the ointment on the bruises.

“You staying?” She asked as she rubbed the ointment into each bruise on his arms.

“If that’s alright.” He whispered.

“Always.” She smiled and met his gaze. 

As she put the bottle away, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and trousers and got into the bed. After the first few times he had just started sleeping in his boxer shorts. She climbed in next to him and laid her head on his chest. One of her legs was thrown over his hips and her hand rested on his necklace right above his heart. One of his arms was wrapped firmly around her waist and the other played lazily with her hair. They had gotten used to sleeping in a tangle of limbs pretty quickly and now neither of them would have it any other way.

Y/N very quickly dropped off to sleep after she spent the previous night awake from her nightmares. Billy looked at her sleeping peacefully on his chest. He had tried so hard not to fall for her. Had tried so hard to convince himself they were just friends. But as he looked at her slowly moving with the rise and fall of his chest he realised it; he was well and truly in deep. He loved her.

Canceled Date (Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary: After you had to cancel your date with Steve because you have to babysit your sister, Steve invites himself over and manages to show you a completely different side to him.

Word Count: 2512

Warnings: none, maybe just OOC Steve

Note: First time writing for Steve but ay whatever. I hope you all enjoy! Feel free to tell me what ya think! :)

My Other Works…

Originally posted by ilovenarcisse

It wasn’t every night your parents would leave you to take care of your 8 month old sister, but after your father got a promotion at his job, they wanted to celebrate. You really didn’t want to ruin their celebration, so you offered to take care of little Anna for as long as they needed you to.

The only bad part was that you had to cancel your date with your boyfriend. You were dating Steve Harrington, the “King” of the school. He had told he really didn’t care about that title, and it was a bit stupid. You have been dating for at least 3 months, and your parents absolutely adored him, and you like to think his parents adore you too.

Anyway, Steve had been a bit upset when you told him you had to cancel. You were both going to watch a movie at his house since you worked at the theater and didn’t want to be there any longer than you needed to.

“Come on (y/n), we’ve been planning this for a week,” Steve said over the phone, you sighed.

“I know, I know- maybe tomorrow I can come over,” you said, feeling bad. Steve was silent for a moment.

“I’ll let it slide this time, but you have to promise me that we’ll spend the whole day together.” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“The whole day?” you asked, you can see him nodding.

“Yup! To make up for all the other times you had to cancel!” You scoffed.

“I only canceled once before this!” you claimed, he hummed.

“All day tomorrow so clear your schedule, babe,” You were silent for a moment, before a smile grew on your lips.

“I’ll get to that…I’m really sorry, Steve,” you apologized again.

“It’s alright (y/n), what are you doing anyway, I didn’t even ask,”

“I have to watch Anna, my parents are going out to celebrate or something,” you shrugged, moving on your stomach, holding your phone against your ear.

“You have to babysit?” he asked, his voice changing suddenly, like he was excited. You nodded as if he could see you.

“Yeah- I’m not canceling on you for no reason,” you laughed, Steve laughed as well. Your heart sped up because you really loved hearing his laugh.

“You know what- our date is not being canceled, tell your parents I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” Your smile fell, and you tilted your head.

“What?”

“You heard me! I’ll be there in ten minutes,” You could just hear him get up, and grab his car keys. You sat up.

“Steve! My parents aren’t going to like it if my boyfriend comes over while they’re gone- they might think-”

“Come on- we’re going to babysit, that’s all! I’ll see you in ten minutes! Love you!” Your jaw dropped. Was he seriously going to come over?

“(y/n)?” his voice broke you out of your thoughts and you shook off.

“I love you too, but if my parents turn you away at the door- don’t blame me!” He laughed, and you did too, before the line went dead.

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surround me (m)

◇ pairing: yoongi x reader
◇ genre: smut, fluff, comedy, best friends to lovers
◇ word count: 10k+
◇ summary: after a very unfair and unjust firing from his bartending job, yoongi just wants to soothe his sadness by spending some quality time with his best friend - who he is very much in love with.
warnings: surprise piercings. slightly drunken and unprotected sex. netflix and chill, so kind of but not really spoilers for stranger things and good morning call and OITNB. a lot of hand holding.

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Bruise [ II ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 10.3k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

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Originally posted by pcycho61

The cool air whipping at your skin made a shiver spread along your spine, hands rubbing at your biceps as your teeth chattered behind your pressed together lips. Loud laughter and screams filled the air, the night lit up by warm orange hues of carnival rides and haunted houses. Your feet felt stiff, trapped in a pair of uncomfortable sneakers you regretted wearing, eyes glued to the back of Minseok’s head as he told your friends something apparently hilarious. It was far too cold out to be stuck in a stupid line for a stupid haunted house in a tank top and torn up skinny jeans. You were too annoyed to continue being stuck in front of Chanyeol and Sehun as they flirted with a group of girls behind you, Chanyeol’s cologne wafting to your nose whenever he moved his arms about.

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Idk if this was made already (apologies if so) but I noticed Jensen has a peculiar way of unconsciously allowing himself to let on public displays of affection towards other men - in this case, Misha. And this impacts his performance as Dean. 

Things we know for sure:

  • Jensen seems to always end up close to Misha, and one way or another finds himself touching Misha (more than he does other people he works with)
  • Misha is soft and tender towards Jensen (even if he tries to bro-slap Jen, it comes out as a lingering caress)
  • Jensen believes in a solid traditional concept of masculinity (perceptible by some comments like “real men do this/have this”, etc..) 

I don’t intend to psychoanalyze Jensen or judge him for some of his core beliefs. I do think, however, that all metas in this world are not enough to fully understand Dean and Cas relationship if we don’t consider the dynamics between the actors who play them. In order to understand why Dean acts the way he does in certain situations, we can’t ignore Jensen’s personality, and his relationship with Misha. I’ve found some of the bro-slaps and rough manhandling a bit inappropriate for some of the emotionally charged scenes, and now I’m pretty sure they weren’t scripted at all. I always thought this was Jensen’s way of bro-ing up Dean and Cas’ relationship but I wasn’t aware how much of it was not deliberate/intentional. 

Women are raised to be (more) at ease in what concerns developing intimacy with same gender friends. They’re not scolded or marginalized by saying “I love you’s” and openly showing affection towards one another. Masculinity, on the other hand, traditionally establishes itself by the rejection of all traits associated with the feminine. An anti-femininity, if you will. Femininity - traditionally - includes not only intimacy with other women but liking men. Involves allowing them to touch you in intimate ways (I know it sounds like a bunch of crap in 2017, but gender norms have been shaped and defined by these principles for centuries). 

There’s a part of born-and-raised-in-Texas-Jensen that rejects the idea of having intimacy with other men. His knee-jerk reaction is “hell, nah, I gotta go”. It’s not even about sexuality, it’s about his idea of manhood, and gender boundaries. Here lies, I believe, the reason why we don’t see Dean being as physically affectionate towards Cas as it would seem natural in their story. Jensen sees Dean as the manliest man there is, in some ways he even admires and looks up to him - as a reference. What Jensen - thinks he - has control over, is the definition of said boundaries: Cas is Dean’s bro. He runs with this even though he knows it’s more complex than that. What Jensen can’t see, is how that mask - the boundaries, the effort, the whole thing - goes up in flames with a single off camera (and set) interaction with Misha. 

Most men are raised to only seek intimacy with women, and they crave it with other men, with their friends. Once they feel their manhood is no longer being questioned all the time, once they settle down in a het relationship, have a bunch of kids and their social status is unquestionably secure, they start to allow themselves to experience small portions of intimacy with other men. And I mean, closeness, tenderness, gentleness in the touch. Allowing themselves to feel and be felt by their friend without having to school their facial expression, or recoil from their touch wondering what it looks like from the outside - without worrying about what people will think.

We sure enjoy the show he and Misha put up on every Cockles panel. The innuendos are fun, messy and liberating, but Jensen has shown, more often than not, to actually be drawn to Misha. His body language indicates he gravitates to Misha whenever he can, even if so ever slightly, he will turn towards Misha, look him in the eye, study his reaction after every comment, every remark. There are countless posts on here pointing out just how differently Jensen carries himself around Misha vs everyone else on the set. We can see it. What we don’t always see, so well, is Jensen’s inner struggle to reestablish boundaries with someone who keeps making him tearing them down - Misha. What I’m getting at is that, something as impersonal as a shoulder-slap is charged with meaning coming from Jensen. Dean doing it towards Cas, shows this is Jensen’s definition of love between men, of affection - matter of fact, as affectionate as he can bring himself to be in public. It says “I love him, and were he a she, I would kiss him on the cheek”.

We can’t fully understand Destiel and the feelings involved without looking into certain attitudes the actors (let) bleed out to the characters. The same way, some of the the teasing and - downright - filthy looks Dean gives Cas, actually result of Jensen teasing Misha during shooting. When Jensen allies with Jared and tries to make Misha break character by flirting with him, making R rated comments, sexual innuendos, etc… Which, by the way, is what I call - flirting. One thing is to shove a broom or whatever between Misha’s legs to make him break character like Jared is fond of, another entirely different is to sexually tease and frustrate Misha. Jensen knows the power (and I had to make an effort to not type “influence”) he has over Misha, and he likes it enough to keep using it. The real question is how much he gets off on this bizarre dynamic.

We should discuss more often about how when it comes to Dean and Cas, the writers do not script what we love to gif over here: the longing looks, the sexy tease, the checking out mode… Whereas, the distance between them is planed and set by marks on the floor to fit the camera angles, the mannerisms, facial expressions and looks are mostly Jensen and Misha. 

What I find intriguing about the bro-slap is how it contrasts immensely with Jensen’s body language towards Misha. He wants to touch Misha. Whether in unscripted scenes or off camera, Jensen wants to touch him. No one is making him reach out to touch him every chance he gets, be it a shoulder/back/chest slap, a hand on his shoulder or back, putting his arm around him, or rubbing shoulders… it is obvious that Jensen craves that touch, that intimacy, even if (and probably, I’d say) he doesn’t realize it. So his brain offers him a way out, a coping mechanism to touch Misha in a way he’s comfortable with, he can touch him all he wants as long as he’s rough and manhandles him. Mainly when he’s hyper aware of thousands or even millions of eyes on them. I don’t believe for a minute Dean would bro-slap Cas in private, not at this stage, not with their story, I do believe those scenes are Jensen giving himself permission to have some men-on-men intimacy. Oddly enough, for such a careful actor, Jensen, sure knows how to school his body movements in public but can’t seem to be able to exercise control over his facial expressions, eyes, or his unruly eagerness when interacting with Misha.

The Signs as People I Know

I, as in a Sagittarius sun, Aries moon; I’m going to focus on one person I’ve personally known having each sign, so no offence.

Aries: Absolute sweetheart. She is shy and a little bit awkward in social settings, but if you’re troubled and come to her, she really listens. And she tells you things you’ve always known, perhaps, but in such a way that understanding comes in a whole different light. Passionate. Goofy. Childlike. She notices things that startle you; she’s a living, breathing poem. Honestly quite a bit of a rule-breaker, because oppressive regimes were never made for her bodacious soul.

Taurus: One of the wisest people I’ve ever known, and will ever know. Would tell you that everything in life should be tried at least twice. Loves all animals so ardently it’s inspiring. Careful. Sensitive. Brave. Doesn’t trust easy, but will carry your heart in his hands through a forest of thorns without ever letting it fall. Is such a child sometimes. Extremely ticklish. Loves ham, beef, and beautiful women. Has the most graceful writer’s stance.

Gemini: Genuinely can be such a prick sometimes. Has all these brilliant ideas but almost never follows through on execution. His mind is lightning quick and jumps from topic to topic in a manner that you are left reeling. Innovative. Inquisitive. Fickle. So ridiculous sometimes. Is in love with Heath Ledger’s Joker. Has brilliant arguments, but makes them in such a way he ends up earning enemies. Probably has a God Complex and is secretly planning to take over the world.

Cancer: She feels like solace. She will know your heartaches even before you have them, she’s that brilliantly empathetic. Everybody relates to her, so much so that at some point or the other, they’ve named her soul sister. Understanding. Soft. Smart. Achieves because she wants to, does well because she takes responsibility and handles it well. Cares so, so much. Is occasionally, um, crabby, but will never leave you hanging. Is beautiful but will not believe it. Gives the nicest hugs.

Leo: Oh my God, the literal best! (I’ve known so many and had such good experiences will nearly all, so I should know). We vibe on a different level altogether. Awesome applies to her so perfectly. Dramatic. Loyal. Bold. All she wants to do is make people laugh and be loved. Enjoys baking and make-up and exercise. Fragile self-esteem, but never lets anyone around her feel down. Cranky when she’s hungry and someone has shifted her things around. Snaps easy all the time, but comes back to her clown self just as quickly. She doesn’t like food, she loves it; a rare gustatory creature.

Virgo: Classy as fuck. Quiet, keeps to herself, reads books in class, but is capable of bat-levels of squealing when you get her going about her favourite things. Stylish. Meticulous. Poetic. She is a monster when you leave her in charge of organising something, will stress and get everything perfect to the last detail. Loves fabric shopping, is so particular about giving gifts, and makes heads turn when she walks by. Her words go through your soul like arrows.

Libra: He reminds me of Santa’s elf, he can be so merry and spreading sunshine and daisies all over the place. But he can also be so deeply unsettled about himself sometimes. Gracious. Indecisive. Friendly. Tries so hard. He’s extremely achievement-oriented and always dedicating himself to causes. But there’s a sense of being lost in him, like he doesn’t know where he’s headed. Talks to strangers. In love with love.

Scorpio: Even after so much time knowing her, it seems so hard to pin her down in words. There’s so much more to her than ever seems in my sight. Uncanny. Perceptive. Deep. She is so utterly real, yet there seems to be something so ethereal about her. Every conversation you have with her, you come out feeling like a new person. She just gets you. There’s never any awkward with her. She loves cats, takes me out for long drives and is my best friend. There’s something inherently wild to her, like a forest fire quietly burning.

Sagittarius: I’d rather have her on my team than the most accomplished person in the world, because she will trump them. She gets shit done. My undying admiration for Gal Gadot aside, she is a true Wonder Woman. Perfectionist. Hard-working. Fun. She is my foul-weather friend, the one that gets me out of my deep ruts. Honestly, she would make you feel bad for whining–she has dealt so bravely with worse stuff. Skips breakfast. Craves chocolate. Jumps into bouncy beds. Gets drunk only on gin. Adorable.

Capricorn: Now she is something else. So sorted and set in life, even though her ambition is a quieter one, it is crystal clear to her, and that’s inspiring. She lives and breathes K-drama. Organised. Cautious. Sarcastic. Her family is her number one priority, nothing comes before her love for them. Secretly a hopeless romantic. She will discuss the most serious shit with you one moment, and make you smile wide with a sardonic quip the next. Gives the best advice. Watches her diet and plans for every day so her works gets done in time for her beloved K-dramas. Pizza is her bae.

Aquarius: In all my time of knowing him, I’ve never seen him lose his grip on himself, neither crying nor getting crazy mad. You get the sense though, that if either happened, the reasons for it would have to be monumental. Unexpected. Solitary. Observant. You would never think he’s around, until he lets lose some insightful comment, or flirts based on some inconspicuous quirk. Takes pictures of his friends on the sly. Has the most aristocratic nose and stunning eyebrows and so fucking handsome, really. Secret crush.

Pisces: He’s an angel who wears the Devil’s horns with glee. The things he cares about are embedded in his heart, and since he wears it on his sleeve, the ways to hurt him are always on display. Sweet. Lonely. Lovely. Little bit of a fuckboy, but only because the world fucked him up first. Still has so much love to give. In a committed relationship with alcohol come the weekend. Smokes, and makes you itch to paint him when he does. The best goddamn hair. Books are his only religion. Terrible nicknames for people. Problematic fave.

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Originally posted by kylemclachlan

(joe keery x reader) 

request: babes! can I have a joe keery one where y/n works on the set of stranger things and to him she’s like the coolest ever and the both have the same style and he falls pretty hard, and when season two comes around there’s a tearful reunion and confessions of love xxxx (also can y/n be british?)

summary: turns out joe doesn’t really cope well with his emotions and cries when he’s tired.

word count: 2,393

a/n: okay, so this is going out tonight (sunday), and i won’t be on much at all tomorrow BECAUSE MY AUNT IS HAVING A BABY, so i’m going to queue up a fic that somebody submitted to me, and that’ll go out tomorrow. that is all. there are no warnings in this fic. it’s just nice and fluffy and joe cries a lil. 


It had all started with the slapping.

Well, really, it had started when you’d been hired as a production assistant for some Netflix show. The premise had seemed interesting enough - you’d grown up being into sci-fi stuff - but what had really intrigued you was the fact that it was a paying job. You’d been trying your hardest to get a job in film, on top of trying to get someone to hire you while also providing you a work visa.

Eventually, your uncle had known this dude who’d known a woman who babysat for this person’s cousin who knew someone that worked at Netflix. Which meant that a couple of months later, you were working on the set of an actual tv show.

But the actual fun? That had started with the slapping.

It was day three of shooting, when you’d noticed it. Being a PA meant that you were relatively low on the list of important people, and that you were there to do what you were told and to keep your mouth shut. But you’d started to pick up on the fact that two of the actors, Gaten and Finn, had red cheeks. Not just red cheeks where they were a little excited for the scene at hand, but like… like they’d been hit. You had younger brothers. You knew how stupid kids could be. They’d already shot the scene twice, and a difference like that would be noticeable.

So you took a chance. You approached one of the Duffer brothers - you prayed you’d get the name right - and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Uh, Matt? Gaten and Finn’s cheeks look a little off. It might show up on camera.” You and Matt looked to the boys in question, watching as Finn reared his hand back and slapped Gaten across the cheek.

“What the fuck… Hey, you two! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Matt started towards them, scowling as you hesitated for a second before following behind him. “Are you kidding me? You can’t slap each other before a take. It’s going to ruin continuity.”

“We can’t help it! We’re excited!” Gaten piped up, grinning.

“Well, are you guys going to stop?” Finn and Gaten both looked towards each other before turning back to Matt, shaking their heads, grinning like a couple of idiots. “Jesus,” he muttered. He sighed, running a hand over his face as he turned around. His gaze settled on you. “You, you good with kids?”

“Uh, sure?”

“Cool. You’re being promoted to child wrangler.”

“Isn’t there already a wrangler?”

“Well, yeah, but… You’ll be the actual wrangler. They’re worried about the kids’ safety. You’ll be making sure they don’t do anything stupid.”

Don’t do anything stupid became the mantra for the entirety of filming.

There would be days where it felt like the only things that you said were:

“Finn, knock it off.”

“Gaten, I understood the joke. It wasn’t funny.”

“Caleb, please stop talking.”

“Finn, knock it off.”

“Noah’s my favorite.”

“Finn, knock it off!

There were more better days than worse days, though. Millie easily listened to you the best, although that was more because you’d both lived in England. But weirdly enough, your favorite person on set ended up being Joe.

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Time to float - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Time to float

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompts: If you’re taking requests for Bill Skarsgård can you write one where the reader is a famous actress and also little Jackson Scott’s big sister (the kid who plays Georgie) so she attends the premiere with him wearing a stunning dress as usual, she meets Bill who is awestruck bc hes a huge fan with a massive crush on her, the kids who played in the movie myb tease him a little bit, and she’s flattered and thinks hes adorable idk i like this idea 
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YN is Jackson older sister and Bill is her fan!so when he finds out he tries his best to get Jackson to introduce them,and when he does,Jackson can’t help and teels big sis that Bill has a crush on her and he’s just super adorkable to admit! later they all say that on an interview,and the kids love to make fun of them

“Jackson please don’t run! Be careful, sweetie, you’re gonna-” you stopped yourself when you heard you little brother giggle and you realized what you’d just said “Oh gosh I am turning into mom!” you breathed out, eyes wide.

Your little brother ran back to you, wrapping his small arms around your legs and you looked down to be met with his adorable smile “Yes you are! But I am always going to love you the most! More than mom and dad, and more than anyone else in the world!” he said and you giggled.

“And you will always be the number one man in my heart, JR!” you leaned down to pick him up and kiss his cheek as he wrapped his arms around your neck with a big smile.

“Even before dad?” he asked and you grinned, nodding your head.

“But we’re not gonna tell him that, because it’s gonna break his heart.” you pouted, and he giggled.

“You bet it will!” your father piped in, saying with a serious nod and you laughed with Jackson as he kissed your cheek before going to help your mother.

“And… even more than him?” he said with what was supposed to be a smirk on his face and you chuckled, tickling his belly.

“You sly little tease!” you grinned as he squirmed in your arms “Alright, maybe I really do like him a little bit but-”

He rolled his eyes so dramatically at you and shook his head “A lot!”

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Something I thought you'd find interesting; Awhile back, I had to drive up to Bentonville, AR(birthplace of Walmart) and on the 3 hr drive back home I saw something strange. I had stopped to get gas just off the highway; it was a rest stop with 2 gas stations directly across from each other, and nothing else but farm fields and empty road for miles. It was about 2 am and the place was deserted. The gas station I chose, while very empty, gave off your typical middle-of-the-night gas station vibes

the one across the road however… Did Not. It was a Shell station, and the whole thing looked abandoned. The parking lot was badly cracked and had grass and weeds growing everywhere, some of the fuel nozzles appeared to have been ripped out, and the overhang was leaning dangerously. But. All the lights were on, and even though some of the windows were boarded, you still had a good view of the interior. It looked… well stocked? Like the cashier had just wandered into the back for a sec 2/3

and would be back at any time. But it was still off, somehow, in a way I can’t really explain. Just… wrong. Oh! And the lights on the Shell sign worked too! Except, the ’s’ was burnt out, so it just said: ‘HELL’. Definitely the creepiest thing I’ve seen while driving at night so far. Do you think there’s any chance I accidentally wandered too close to the entrance to another dimension? 3/3


OH MAN ENTROPY-RIDDLED GAS STATIONS ARE MY FAVORITE.  

DOUBLY SO ENTROPY-RIDDLED GAS STATIONS IN PLACES WHERE GREAT EVIL WAS SPAWNED AW YEAH.  I love the juxtaposition of decaying roof and weed-filled lot with the clean and well-stocked interior.  Differing levels of entropy is my fave aesthetic.   The “HELL” and missing cashier is a nice touch too.  In spite of appearances, it’s not that dangerous a place if you mind your manners, don’t go under the structurally compromised part of the overhang and bring along the tire iron if you want o go around back.

You def should have bought a candy bar. If you pay for it and toss a buck in the tip jar it’s not cursed.  Say hi to the cashier, ask what they do for fun around there the answer will be incredible- There’s a similar Shell with the burnt-out S and a shambling restaurant named “Boogie’s” next door in Del Norte that I ALWAYS stop at going to and from Durango.  They always remember me becuase I show up pretty much exactly at the same time on the same days every year and make a point of being friendly. Chelsea’s a really nice lady who keeps bees and her son gave me a drawing of a tiger for my fridge.

Also wander around the back to look for sets of eyes glowing back at you from under the dumpster.  Whatever eats there is full of chaotic energies and of immense power but probably also lonely.   Say hi to them.  Don’t feed the wildlife though that’s never a good idea.  One of the Sonocos in Ravenna has a large gray dog that sleeps behind the store under the AC unit.  She’s there every single time I’ve been to Ohio since 1997.  She’s had a white muzzle and arthritis but remains otherwise unchanged, always sitting up and wagging her tail when you come by.

It’s also a great place to pick up a rider if you need one. Most people who have to drive cross-country will tell you to put something in the front seat to keep anything from climbing in with you- a box or a plant but NOT a toy or doll, those can get inhabited.  And most of the time you’d be right- things like to sit in unoccupied chairs but most of them don’t actually want to leave, and are very upset if you ‘kidnap’ them.  The ones that climb into cars while you’re in motion are rude and wicked pranksters at best.  Sometimes, however, you’ll find one who needs to get out of town and on certain roads, you want to have something else in the car.

The stretch of I-80 between Green river Wyoming and Laramie is the worst goddamn part of interstate in the country and I have driven over most of it by now.  It’s dangerously boring, poorly maintained and exposed to the elements and there’s been a white-out blizzard or hurricane-force windstorm every single time I’ve been on it. As in, the only indication of where the road actualyl IS are those tiny little reflective poles they out up every 1/10th of a mile and you can’t drive over 15 mph becuase the wind is ready to flip your tiny Honda off the road becuase fuck you that’s why.

Most of the time I can find a Fedex truck to stick close behind and drive in the half-second of exposed road in their wake but in January 2014 I was coming back from a funeral in Salt Lake City and it was shaping up to be another nasty whiteout drive with nary a truck in sight.  I didn’t have the money to stay in a hotel and it was already getting late and i didn’t want to get stranded if they closed the highway.  I also sure as hell didn’t want to drive that Alone.

So I pulled into the Exxon in Green River, Wyoming.  It’s a silent and lonely place at the best of times but just after sunset in the middle of January when it’s 10 degrees out is just miserable. You step out and are immediately filled with the compulsion to be Anywhere Else.  I pulled up, started filling the tank, then walked around and opened the passenger side door, taking the bag of chips out of the seat.

“Alright here’s the deal-” I announced, leaning against the car and staring at the towers of granite half-buried by the surrounding dessert, dark shapes in a blue-gray sky. “You don’t want to be here, and I don’t want to drive this next bit alone.  I can take you as far as Laramie if you get me through this.  It’s nice.  They have trees and an inexplicably good sushi place.  I’ll drive you, but you have to get out there.  Deal?”  I waited, staring at the towers and Nothing Else, listening to the pump tick until the door shut against the wind.

It was still a white-knuckle drive, headlights on low becuase high-beams only caught the driving snow, wind barreling into the Honda in random gusts, occasionally shoving me into oncoming traffic for a second before I could correct, heart at a constant staccato and bile in my throat.  I didn’t look over at the passenger side more than I had to out of courtesy- things remain unseen for a reason. I got the impression of tall and long-faced and just as terrified as I was but DAMN if the car stuck to the road in spite of the ice, there were no oncoming cars when I got shoved and we even made good time in a few places.  We pulled into the Inexplicably Good Sushi place at the interchange of I-80 and 287 and I put my head on the wheel and cried for a good minute.

“Thank you very much.” I eventually managed. “You were very helpful. I’m gonna get takeout, do you want a Marylin Mon-roll to celebrate?”

“That would be nice.”

“Cool. I’ll leave it on the stump there for you.”

I came back out with takeout, left him his sushi and we parted ways, and I drove the remaining hour back home.

Study Session

pairing : billy hargrove x reader

warnings : smut, dirty talking, swearing, the good stuff ;)

requests : @bii-aan-ckaa

A/N : I CHANGED UP THE REQUEST A LITTLE BIT PLEASE DONT HATE ME I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD MAKE THE STORY MAKE A BIT MORE SENSE!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AND IF YOU WANT TO SEND MORE REQUESTS I LOVE HEARING EVERYONES PROMPTS :)

Originally posted by mistress-gif

It was the talk of the entire school for almost a week when Billy Hargrove moved to Hawkins. The man looked like he was straight out of a magazine. And he’s from the beloved state of California. Everything about him made every woman swoon. His hair, his walk and oh my god his jeans.

I was walking down the hallway with my friend, Jessica when I first saw him. My eyes scanned over inch of him but I knew he’d never go for a girl like me, even if it was a night and we were both heavily intoxicated.

“What do you think of the new kid?” Jessica asked, practically breaking her neck to turn around and take another look at him.

“He’s alright.” I simply stated as I walked over to my locker beginning to open it.

“Come on, ‘alright’ he’s better than alright. He’s stunning.” She was almost drooling at this point.

As I pushed my books in my locker and grabbed a different binder for my next class, somebody came sliding up to the locker next to me.

I turned my head slightly and I was shocked to see Billy leaning up against the lockers raising his eyebrows at me.

“So, chemistry is kicking my ass and it’s only the first week and I heard you’re pretty smart so would you be willing to help me?” He asked, barely making eye contact, mostly looking at his hands as if he didn’t care.

“Sure, when are you free?” I asked, doing my best to keep calm.

“Today, after school. Does that work for you?” He stated more than asking and I nodded. Before I could form a sentence he was already walking off.

“How the hell did you manage to get a study date with Billy Hargrove?” Jessica asked awe stuck.

“It isn’t a date.” I smiled, finally closing my locker.

“Okay, sure, have fun study ‘chemistry’” She grinned and I rolled my eyes heading to my next class.

Once the final bell rang, I headed out the door to where Billy was, leaning up against his car, cigarette between his lips.

“You cool with working at my place?” He asked and I nodded, saying a simple yes before we both got into his car. As we drove away, far surpassing the speed limit I couldn’t help but feel my heart rate increase each inch we got closer to his house.

He opened the front door of his house for me, leading me to his room and closing the door behind him.

“So what do you want to work on first?” I asked as I set my bag down, going through to get my chemistry notes.

“I can think of a couple things.” Billy said seductively, I looked back to see him eyeing me up and down with a glisten in his eye.

“H-Here we can look over the notes that we took before you came here.” I stuttered out, laying down a packet of notes.

Billy brought over a chair as we sat down and I went over what the diagrams showed and how they correlated with the current topic we were learning in class right now.

“Are you starting to understand?” I asked and looked over at him.

“Uh, yeah.” He nodded smiling.

“Okay well I have some other worksheets I could let you look at to make sure you fully understand.” As I reached for a piece of paper in my binder I could feel Billy’s hand running up my thigh.

“I think I know this stuff pretty well, but I’d rather get to know you a little better.” He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I grabbed his hand, throwing it off me before handing him the paper.

“Try finishing that to make sure you got it.” I said sterny leaning back in the chair as he rolled his eyes, grabbing a pencil and quickly writing in answers.

“Here.” He said almost violently as he whipped the paper in my direction. I grabbed the paper, scanning over the answers.

“Half of this is wrong.” I stated.

“Yeah, it’s probably because I wasn’t really paying attention.” He shrugged and leaned back, kicking his feet up on the desk.

“Well, if you aren’t going to pay attention, I’m not going to waste my time.” I said rather annoyed and he sat up hastily.

“I just can’t wrap my head around the concept.” He said, slowly leaning in.

“Well then listen.” I offered. I could feel the room heat up as he leaned in until he pressed his lips to mine which resulted with me putting my hand on his chest, pushing him off.

“And the first step would be to stop trying to get with me.”

“Come on, you know you want to.” He grinned wildly.

He wasn’t wrong, I could feel my heat pooling where I needed him most.

“We need to study.”

“And I need to study you.” He whispered as he kissed me once more. At first I didn’t move, not because I didn’t want him to kiss me but because I did. My mind quickly played the pros and cons of this until I ultimately decided to melt into it. Kissing back with the feverly passion that he had.

My hands grabbed at the back of his neck and Billy pulled me out of the chair I was sitting in, to his lap. He wasted little time in pushing his tongue into my mouth, now starting a battle of dominance. I began grinding into him, satisfying both of our needs for friction by the pleasant moan he let out.

“Keep doing that princess.” He sighed as he kissed up and down my neck, jawline, and ear. I could feel the bulge in his pants growing as I moved faster against him.

Billy’s actions grew quicker as he ripped off his leather jacket and picked me up, throwing me down on his bed and sliding above me, ripping my shirt off and taking in my body.

“Fuck princess, I would’ve never taken someone like you for drop dead gorgeous.” He breathed out heavily before stripping his own shirt off. I️ blushed at the new pet name and I️ unclipped my bra as a wave of confidence rushed over me.

Billy’s pupils swelled at the sight and he wasted no time in taking extra care of them, massaging my right breast as his tongue swirled against my left one, lightly biting down causing me to whimper. He repeated the same actions on the other one and he sucked on the flesh around them until black and blue bruises littered my chest.

“I️ must say, I️ did a fucking good job. Wouldn’t you say?” He asked. I️ pushed myself up against him and slithered my arms around his shoulders.

“Yes,” I️ purred in his ear and I️ could hear him let out a low growl.

“What do you want me to do princess, huh? Do you want me to fuck the shit out of you. God, I️ want you to cum around my cock. Would you like that?” He whispered in a low tone and I️ moaned at his words.

“Yes, Yes Billy! Fuck me please.” I️ whined and he leaned back, chuckling slightly.

“You don’t know how turned on I️ get when I️ see you squirming beneath me.” He groaned and he began unbuttoning my pants.

Once he removed all of my clothing, he did the same with his.

Without warning he pushed himself into me, allowing us to moan out in sync.

“My cock feels so good around your tight fucking pussy.” Billy groaned as he thrusted. I️ grinded my hips, creating more friction as I️ let my nails rake up and down his back.

“Shit Billy, yes. Faster please.” I️ whined and he listened, speeding up his actions as I️ felt my orgasm beginning to come upon me.

“Billy, I’m close.” I️ moaned out as I️ gripped tightly on his long hair and he yelled out in pleasure at the harsh feeling of his hair being pulled.

“Good, cum for me princess. I️’ve wanted you to do that ever since I️ first saw you.” He groaned and gripped my hips, completely pounding into me.

I️ grabbed the back of his neck, biting and sucking on the flesh of his neck as I️ came from my high. The pleasure I️ gave Billy allowed him to fall from his high as well, as he came inside me. Billy thrusted hard a couple more times as we rode our orgasms out.

As we finished, Billy pulled out, practically collapsing on top of me.

“Now, that was some good shit.” He smirked before he laid his head on my chest and I️ ran my hands through his damp hair.

“I️ couldn’t agree more.”

on-screen chemistry.

Originally posted by dacremontgomery

(dacre montgomery x reader) 

request: What about a dacre fic where he and the reader both work on Stranger Things (reader is an actor as well) and dacre is doing an interview and they ask about the reader and the relationship between their characters (whether it’s friendly, unfriendly, intimate or whatever is up to you) and if there’s any chemistry or feelings off set and dacre accidentally admits to liking the reader.

summary: turns out, dacre gets a little nervous when asked about you in interviews. and when he gets nervous, he word vomits. a lot.

word count: 2,144


“So, Dacre, how would you describe filming season three, compared to season two?”

You glanced up from your spot against the wall, watching as Dacre gave the interviewer a charming grin. You just let out the softest of snorts, earning a glare from the head of PR, Allison Hendrix. You just gave her a small shrug. They were using lav mics, for crying out loud. No lav mic was going to pick up a sound that quiet from across the room.

“Well, I, uh, I’d have to say that it’s been just as fun, if not more fun. I’m much more relaxed this time around, since I’m not the newest person on set.” He chuckled softly, hands flexing against his leg. He did that often, you’d noticed, whenever he’d want to look off camera. The entire cast had been sat down just after filming, everyone having to go through yet another meeting on interview tips and what you weren’t supposed to do. Everybody else had already been coached on such things, but you were the new one. Since you were the only one, and they didn’t want to single you out, they’d made everyone do mock interviews, and then pointed out each others flaws.

It had been a long day.

“Right, of course. Y/N Y/L/N is playing a new character this season, right? Anything you can give us on the character, or how she interacts with Billy?” With that question, Dacre did look off camera, a sly grin on his face as he cocked a brow to Allison.

“What exactly am I allowed to say?” He called back, gaze flickering to you and lingering for a moment. You knew exactly how this would play off on camera. The cheeky Australian wanting to spill the beans on season three. It had been all the rage in the media recently to pretend to leak things about upcoming projects. Dacre wasn’t stupid. It’d be easier to play along with that angle and actually not get in trouble for once on accidentally spoiling things.

“When is this being released?”

“Uh, lemme check,” the interviewer said, grabbing her phone and flicking through whatever apps to find the answer. Dacre looked to the interview for a moment, who was obviously having a little trouble finding the date, and looked back to you. He shot you a crooked grin, the sight making your heart do a little tap dance in your chest. “Two weeks after the season premiere.”

“Say whatever the hell you want that won’t give away anything for season four.”

Dacre gave a quick nod of his head, then winked in your general direction. It was easier for you to roll your eyes than read anything into it. The two of you had been flirting back and forth the entire time you’d been on set, and it was that that had made the PR department decide that you two would be paired up for interviews, despite the fact that the man had yet to make a single move on you. As far as you were concerned, he was just flirtatious.

“Right, so season three, me and Y/C/N, absolutely hate each other. Like, burning, passionate hate. It’s great. It’s a lot of fun to play around with, and she’s just, she’s incredible to work with. She’s absolutely brilliant.” Dacre wasn’t looking at you while he said those things, but then again, he didn’t have to be for your cheeks to burn red. The interviewer nodded her head slowly, most likely picking up on the almost - dare you say it - reverent  tone that he’d adopted.

“So you’d say that she’s great to work with?”

“Absolutely. I really believe that it’s going to translate so well onto the screen.”

“Well, from the trailer and few scenes that have been released, the chemistry between you two is palpable. How was it working on set?” The interviewer was speaking a little faster now, in a way that made you perk up. Maybe you were just being paranoid, but it seemed as though she was leading him somewhere.

“It’s the most fun that I’ve had in a long time. It’s waking up every day and going to work with your best g- friend.” He stumbled over the word friend, making you frown. In all the days that you’d been doing the interview circuit with him, you couldn’t remember once him stumbling over a word. And even if he had, his cheeks had never reddened like that before.

“I could see that. It’s like living the dream, right?” Dacre gave a nod of his head, hands clenching in his lap. He looked a little nervous now, his smile a little tense as he regarded the interviewer. You glanced over to the woman beside you, who probably should have suggested a short break for him to collect himself. But she seemed to be waiting for something, like she knew precisely where this was going. “Would you say that the chemistry between the two of you is the same off camera?”

“I’d say so, yeah,” he gave in and glanced towards the head of PR, just a brief little distraction, but a big show for his nerves. He looked back to the interviewer in the middle of her next question.

“Why would you say that is?”

He answered so fast it was obvious that his words were quicker than his brain in that moment.

“Probably because I really like her.”

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So, you’re the babysitter?

Summary: Namjoon is babysitting for a family and expected just a plain night with him and a baby. What he didn’t expect is what would happen when you showed up

Genre: fluff, light smut. High school au, shy!reader

Pairing: RM x reader

Y/n = your name, y/m/n = your mother’s name, y/b/n = your brother’s name, y/l/n = your last name 💗

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

“Our numbers are on the fridge and if he starts to get fussy just give him his favorite blanket, that always works. If anything goes wrong call me or my husband,” she stood in the doorway smiling at Namjoon.

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/l/n, don’t worry I’ll take good care of your son,” Namjoon smiled back.

“Great, thank you. We’ll be back around 11,” Y/m/n said as she started walking out the door with her husband. “Oh, and one last thing,” she turned back halfway out the door with a brand new expression. “Our teenage daughter is upstairs, she never comes out when the babysitters are here,” she said rolling her eyes. “Just thought you should know.”

Teenage daughter? Namjoon thought. If they had a teenage daughter why did he have to babysit? “Have a good night Mrs. Y/l/n,” he said to your mother as she left.

Your mom smiled and walked out the door. Namjoon turned back to the living room, looking at the baby that was sitting on a mat chewing on a teething toy. “Well,” he said looking at the infant. “Looks like it’s just you and me tonight buddy,” he said and went to sit next to the baby to occupy him. He’d probably flip through channels on the tv while sitting there to make sure he didn’t cry or need changing.

At least, that was the night he expected.

-

You waited at least 20 minutes after your parents left to sneak down the stairs to catch a glance at the babysitter. Your mother never approved of you being the one to take care of your baby brother. You crept down the stairs, and walked into the kitchen, trying not to make to much noise. You didn’t have to be so quiet, but you also didn’t need to be noisy. What if y/b/n was sleeping?

You opened the fridge and grabbed a juice, holding the cold bottle, condensation gathering on your hand. You closed the fridge and walked out of the kitchen, your bare feet padding on the tile, and you walked to your living room where you heard murmurs and the tv playing. You could feel your face heating up as you leaned on the wall near the entrance of the living room, and you observed the boy sitting with your baby brother.

Holding the baby was none other than, Kim Namjoon, your crush.

You messed with the cap of your juice. “So you’re the baby sitter…” You spoke calmly, looking at Namjoon who hadn’t noticed you yet.

He turned his head to you, visibly jumping. “Oh, you startled me,” he responded not knowing what else to say.

“Sorry,” you looked at your hands.

“Yes, I’m the babysitter,” he had a warm smile. Your brother sat in his lap, and he cooed at Namjoon, gripping his shirt. You looked at your brother and smiled lovingly. You truly loved your brother, he was the sweetest baby on earth. You just wished your parents trusted you with him more.

“Question,” Namjoon looked at you. He saw you smiling at the baby while leaning on the wall, a juice in your hand. He truly thought you looked adorable in that moment. A T-shirt and leggings, no shoes. Not much different than when he saw you at school, but more casual, laid back. He liked it.

“Shoot,” you said finally opening the bottle and sipping it.

“So if you’re here, then why am I?” Namjoon hoped that the tingle on his face wasn’t a blush when your eyes went from the baby to him.

You sighed, although it was barely audible, and smiled weakly. “My parents don’t trust me with my own brother.”

Namjoon frowned. “Why?”

You scoffed. “Hell if I know.” You walked over to where he and your brother were and sat in front of him. Your brother’s eyes lit up as he looked at you and he squealed, grabbing for you. Namjoon smiled and handed y/b/n to you. “They hate me…” Your tone was sad but you had a smile as you held your brother.

“He seems to love you,” Namjoon looked from the baby to you. It was a sweet sight. You played with him carefully, a nice smile on your face and love in your eyes. It almost looked like a mother and her child.

You nodded. “And I love him. I just wish my parents let me be around him more.”

“Do you often come down when the babysitters are here?” Namjoon asked.

You shook your head and held your brother. “No. I’m always too scared of what they’d think of me being here when they’re babysitting, or I’m embarrassed when they’re younger than me,” you explained.

Namjoon held a playful smirk. “So what makes me so different?”

You met his eyes. “You don’t seem so mean or judgemental. And I know you…” You said. You figured that you could at least come out of your shell a little bit around him. You were always so shy, and why the hell not? You were spending time with your brother, and your crush.

Namjoon knew you weren’t the most sociable at school. You had a few friends, never really made an effort to cause attention to yourself, not that you really needed to, you were absolutely stunning in Namjoon’s eyes, and he wasn’t really surprised when he found himself falling for you. You had talked a few times before, smiled at each other in the halls, and even worked with each other in chemistry sometimes. He cherished the moments he had with you.

“But besides,” you continued, “I get to spend time with him,” you smiled at your brother and kissed the baby’s nose as he giggled.

“Well, maybe this night won’t be as boring now,” Namjoon smiled

“Oh trust me, your night wouldn’t be boring with even just him. He’s so energetic,” you smiled and cooed at the baby. “Plus he loved to cuddle,” you giggled. “And scream.” You tickled his tummy and the baby screeched with laughter. Your calm laughter was almost covered up by the babies laughs, if it weren’t so melodic to Namjoons ears. Namjoon watched you as you played with your brother. He grabbed for your hair and you lifted him up in the air and back down, making the baby laugh and giggle and he cooed at all the tickles. You set him down calmly on your lap and stroked his head. It was so adorable to watch.

You looked up to find Namjoons eyes on you. “What?” You asked.

“Nothing. You’re just cute,” Namjoon blurted and then slapped a hand over his mouth. “I-I mean, that’s just cute to watch, you and the baby, b-but not that you’re not cute, I mean-”

You giggled, interrupting his babbling. “It’s okay Namjoon,” you said and he felt butterflies fill his stomach. The way you said his name was so soothing. He wondered how you were at singing.

“You’re cute too.” You added, and Namjoon’s heart leaped into his throat. You figured you would flirt with him a little, it could be fun. This is what normal teenagers do anyway right? Flirt with their crushes?

Namjoon regained himself. You were flirting with him. Two could play at that game. “I’m not cute sweetheart, I’m sexy,” he grinned and congratulated himself when he saw a light pink dust your cheeks.

“Sure,” you giggled and winked.

Oh fuck, Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck looking down at his lap and bit his lip. The butterflies wouldn’t stop and you were truly flustering him.

“Uh oh,” you said and Namjoon looked up. Your voice was quieter now, and you were no longer looking at him, but at the sleeping baby that was slumped on your chest.

“That was fast,” Namjoon said referring to how fast he fell asleep.

You smiled. “He falls asleep really quickly. Something I for one envy.” You carefully craddled y/b/n in your arms, and stood up. Namjoon’s eyes followed you as you simply walked over to the couch and laid him down on a bundle of blankets gently, as if he was fragile glass. Then you sat down next to the baby.

Namjoon got up and sat next to you. Not close enough to make you uncomfortable, but close enough where he could feel the warmth radiating off of you. The house was cold, but even being around you he felt himself heating up. Maybe it was just your aura, or possibly it was just Namjoon’s blush.

Namjoon looked from your face, to the sleeping baby. He found another chance to flirt. “You know, I should congratulate your parents.”

“Hm?” You turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

“They make very pretty children,” he grinned at you and you giggled.

“You underestimate me,” you said. “It’s not every day you see a walking goddess,” you flipped your hair and leaned back on the couch, giggling at yourself. You didn’t really think that of course, you thought your face was ordinary if anything. You didn’t think you were pretty, but you didn’t think of yourself as ugly. You didn’t think of anyone as ugly really. Maybe it was just the kind of person you were.

Namjoon took that comment in as self confidence, and one of the most attractive things he found attractive about a woman was self confidence.

“Of course I do. I see you almost every day, don’t I?” He replied back, agreeing.

You giggled and blushed, adverting your gaze to your brother who was still sleeping soundly.

“Want to play a video game?” You said changing the subject. As long as you kept the volume low, you thought you could do it without waking your brother.

“Sure. You have overwatch?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes! It’s my favorite game,” you smiled.

Another score, Namjoon thought. A girl who was beautiful, smart, had a melodic laugh, and plays video games. What else could he ask for? “Great. Could we play that then?”

“Sure,” you smiled and got up. Namjoon always wondered if you got tired of smiling. Most of the time when he was looking at you you were smiling. Not that he was complaining, he could look at your smile all day.

He watched you put the game in, and return back to the couch. “Prepare to get your ass beat,” you grinned and handed him the controller.

“In your dreams sweetheart,” he teased.

-

It was about 9:00 pm now, and you had played 10 matches. 5 of which you won, 5 Namjoon won.

About 8 matches through your brother started to get fussy so you took him to his room to his own crib to sleep, making sure to turn the baby monitor on.

“I’ll make you a deal…” Namjoon started. He was really going to take a risk saying this wasn’t he.

“Oh really?” You asked looking up at him. You were leaning on his chest, feet curled up underneath you. It’s just how you happened to drift throughout playing the game, and neither of you were complaining.“

“If I win the next game…” Namjoon ignored the anxiety eating away at his insides. “I get to kiss you.” He said.

A smirk danced on your lips. “Deal.” You said.

Namjoon grinned. “Let’s go then,” he said already starting a new game. He was determined to win.

But so were you. There was no way in hell you were going to let him win. Not that you didn’t want to kiss him, God you wanted to kiss him, but you wanted to impress him. Making him think he wouldn’t get to kiss you excited you, it was slightly evil you thought.

“Yes!” You said a little too loudly when you reached your victory. You pumped your fists into the air. “I win,” you turned to Namjoon, grinning.

“You win,” Namjoon repeated, upset he didn’t win. He really wanted to win. Maybe you just didn’t want to kiss him.

Namjoon was looking at the tv screen.

“Namjoon,” you said to call his attention.

“Hm?” He turned his head looking at you until he felt something soft and warm on his lips.

Namjoon could’ve sworn he went into cardiac arrest when he realized you we’re kissing him.

You pulled away a few seconds later grinning at the perplexed look on his face. “B-But you won…” Namjoon whispered, a bright blush plastered on his face.

“So? That doesn’t mean I can’t kiss you,” you smiled. Namjoon stared at you a bit longer before placing a hand on your waist and pulling you into another kiss, this one more passionate than the other since you were both expecting it.

God, kissing never felt so good. Especially when the person Namjoon had basically been in love with for a year was halfway on his lap, one hand on his thigh, the other resting on his shoulder. He gripped your hip lightly, bringing you all the way onto his lap, wrapping both hands around your waist to bring you closer, and both of your hands transferred to being wrapped around his neck.

The kiss became more heated, and he felt more warmth once he got your mouth open. He focused on the noises of your lips colliding with each other, the soft pants as your make out session grew longer and heavier. This is all Namjoon ever wanted. This is more than he wanted. And definitely more than he expected.

You sucked on his bottom lip, and dragged it out with your teeth, lips traveling down his jaw and neck. Namjoon groaned at the sensation of your soft lips on his skin. “Y/n…” He accidentally let slip out.

He started to wonder how it would feel with your lips elsewhere… Namjoon scolded himself for such thoughts and stopped when he became so aware of the growing strain in his jeans. Fuck..

Namjoon’s grip on your waist tightened when you pulled his shirt off, lips reattaching to his jaw. You shifted on his hips and he groaned. You brought one hand down to palm him, giggling at how hard he felt. “Wow,” you giggled and continued to kiss his neck. You couldn’t help but start to get excited yourself.

You started to suck on his skin but his voice stopped you. “Y/n don’t leave a mark, your parents would see and-”

“Shhh,” you hushed him, not daring to look up at him as you’d be too embarrassed. This was already too much for you, and you couldn’t believe he was even letting you be slightly dominant. But you made up your mind right then and there that if this went as far as fucking, you would definitely fuck.

You went farther down to his collarbones, where you knew his shirt would cover, and you started to suck harshly on the skin. Namjoon breathed out the quietest moan, massaging the back of your thigh with his hand. You sucked and bit for a few more seconds before leaning back licking your lips, looking at the mark you had left. You had received a hickey before, but only once from your friend when you were like 15. You had never given one, but you were slightly proud of yourself for this. You dared to look up at Namjoon, and you were frozen in place. His eyes were filled with lust, pupils huge, and he looked at you with an expression that you couldn’t sort out as anger or hunger.

“Your fun is over,” he whispered in a very husky voice as he leant into you, that both scared you and excited you.

“Oh really?” Your eyes couldn’t decide where to look. His abs, his lips, or his eyes. “I think its just started.” You squeaked when he grabbed your ass, flipping you so you were lying back on the couch and he was on top of you.

Oh yeah, you were definitely fucking.

Namjoon attacked your lips again, he just couldn’t get enough of it. Sure, letting you straddle him and give him hickeys was fun, but this was definitely more fun, when he could be in control. You raked your hands through his hair and propped your hips up, wrapping your legs around his waist so your thighs grazed his boner.

He began to nip his way down your neck, not leaving any marks just yet, and you decided to egg him on a little bit, grazing your nails on his bare back and let out a small moan. You grinned to yourself.Wow this was fun. His hands had just started to mess with the hem of your leggings when you froze. You heard a car door shut outside.

Namjoon stopped when you did. “Wha-”

“Shit,” your face went red and you pushed him off quickly, fixing his hair. “Put your shirt on my parents are home,” you spoke quickly and his eyes widened and he went to put his shirt back on.

You fixed your own hair, sitting normally on the couch. “I can’t believe my parents cockblocked me,” you grumbled and picked up the discarded game controller.

Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle at that. You really were something special. By the time your parents walked through the door the both of you only looked like two normal innocent teenagers playing video games. Your mom walked into the room. “Oh, y/n,” she said slightly surprised. You paused the game and stood up and bowed.

“Hi mom….” You said sheepishly. Namjoon couldn’t believe that the girl who was just climbing all over him was suddenly now acting so shy. Namjoon stood up after you, and you drifted back. He bowed, smiling at your mother. “Hi Mrs. Y/l/n. Y/b/n is asleep upstairs in his crib. Y/n helped me with your son tonight, she’s a very good babysitter.” Namjoon said and straightened up, smiling.

“Thank you Namjoon,” she smiled in return, glancing back at you. She took some cash out of her handbag and handed it to him. “Thank you for babysitting tonight.”

“It was a pleasure,” he said, his words more directed at you rather than your mother.

Namjoon was at the door and he bowed again to your parents. “Have a good night Mrs and Mr y/l/n. I would love to babysit for you again. Goodnight Y/n,” he said looking back at you inside. There you we’re once again leaning on the wall. You winked at him, and gave him a look he couldn’t mistake as anything else.

This isn’t over.

Thor: Ragnarok Impressions

I really liked Thor: Ragnarok. I’ll put my cards on the table: I am probably going to like movies in this shared Marvel universe more than the average bear. It seems that the more pissed I get at Marvel as a whole (a long story), the better their movies get. 2017 dropped three of my favorites, as well as a non-MCU bonus in the form of Logan. I’m a happy nerd.

I also don’t really want to go over the high points again. Every nerd and critic has already done that. So instead, I decided to share a handful of entirely personal thoughts I had about the movie during and after. Here goes.

Chris Hemsworth did not just become funny
Inexplicably, I’ve heard a lot of chatter that Thor is finally funny in Ragnarok. I’m wondering where these people have been for the rest of the films, or for Chris Hemsworth’s career. Thor has been the most comedically versatile regular character in the MCU for a while. Yes, more so than Iron Man, who rarely veers from his arrogant-playboy routine, and more so than Cap, who relies on his man-out-of-time shtick for laughs. He’s even funnier than any of the Guardians. All of those characters are entertaining and play off each other well, but Hemsworth can do it all himself. He’s able to simultaneously make Thor a lovable lug and poke fun at his tough guy image. It isn’t that he becomes funny in Ragnarok, it’s that Taika Waititi takes off the cuffs and allows him free rein.

Did they just actually move Loki’s character forward?
NOTE: HUGE SPOILERS IN THIS SECTION
Tom Hiddleston has always been a gift to the MCU. For one thing, no two actors in the franchise play off each other as well as Hemsworth and Hiddleston. For another, he somehow makes the “Snake” character work. Most of the time, when someone continually changes sides (Miles Teller in the Divergent series, for instance), you wonder why the other characters don’t just off them and get it over with. By comparison, Marvel has done an excellent job over multiple directors of maintaining Loki’s character and relationship to Thor in ways that let us see why the God of Thunder keeps the God of Mischief around.
In this particular movie, Loki is literally given the task of destroying Asgard to stop Hela, and seems to have mended his relationship with his brother. But…did he take the Cosmic Cube at the end? Of course he did. Not only can I see no other way he could have gotten onto the ship to escape, but it actually makes sense. Otherwise, the Infinity Stone inside would have been left adrift at the site where the world it was known to be on just exploded, for anyone to amble along and pick up. That may not be Loki’s motivation, but Thanos did promise to hunt him down if he didn’t bring him the Cube. And according to descriptions of the unreleased Infinity War trailer shown at Disney’s D23 event, one scene pictures a kneeling Loki…handing Thanos the cube.
If you think Loki’s constant betrayals are getting old, there’s another wrinkle: perhaps he agreed to serve Thanos again in order to spare the survivors of Asgard.

The movie definitely delivered on the title
Going in, I did not expect the film would follow the comics, in which, last I read, Ragnarok really happened and Asgard as we knew it was destroyed. In fact, the movie followed that pretty closely, with the exception of Loki not being the one to initiate the apocalypse. Asgard is gone, and Thor is getting ready to re-home his people on earth, similar to the comics Thor. This seems like a pretty bold move for the movies, but really, the Thor series and character were too tethered to Asgard, in many ways. Ragnarok was obviously meant as a clear break with the dour and serious tone of the previous Thor movies, and severing the character’s ties to Asgard was a necessary step. Also, I know critics aren’t supposed to like final battles, but that one was pretty epic. I don’t recall a giant green monster fighting Fenrir in the original myths.

Throwing the cast together really works
There’s not much to elaborate on here. Tessa Thompson kicks major ass and is mercifully not set up much as a love interest. Loki and Thor work as well as they always do. The Hulk and Banner fit surprisingly well, with Mark Ruffalo playing off the proceeding as himself as well as he does when he’s CGi-ed up. Karl Urban seems to have had a lot of scenes cut behind those meaningful looks, but his role works fairly well. Idris Elba’s Heimdall finally gets more to do than stand there looking serious, and it’s about damn time. Several movies could easily be made out of this group. Even Benedict Cumberbatch’s brief appearance as Doctor Strange is fun. The only letdown is no appearance by Jamie Alexander’s Sif. It would have been great to see her and Valkyrie get into a drunken arm-wrestling match. I also need to mention that Thompson’s inclusion pisses off racists, which is awesome.

Marvel’s villains keep improving
I’ve never been on the all-Marvel’s-villains-suck bandwagon, but there’s no question 2017 has seen their best ones yet. The Vulture from Spider-Man still takes the prize, but Cate Blanchett’s Hela is deliciously dark, and Jeff Goldblum’s deliciously devious Grandmaster is a treat. It’s honestly hard for me to see how Thanos could top any of 2017’s baddies.

Taika Waititi!
He can do no wrong. Everybody run out and see Hunt for the Wilderpeople and What We Do in the Shadows, right now. I wouldn’t whine if they had him back for the next film.

It Wasn’t Real (part one)

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

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

A/N: So literally i was overwhelmed by the amount of love and support I got for this story. Once again THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I’m actually so excited to start this series and I have so many ideas bubbling around in my head, so please enjoy.

There’s something’s i need to make clear before we get started. The rest of the story (except for the first part) will happen four years after the events in IT Chapter One. I know that sounds weird but it will get better I promise! This is also sort of an AU mainly because IT will come back sooner than twenty-seven years, which doesn’t happen in the book. So it’s like based off the original story but isn’t at the same time?? It will all make sense! And there will be an Character x Reader ending, but i’ve closed down the poll as of now until we get further into the story! Right now, Richie is leading!

Anyways… I hope you all enjoy this story! Oh! And Henry hasn’t die in my story, as well as his father. Everything else is the same.

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

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

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones.

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It wasn’t real.

It seemed that maybe it was. When time passes, friends tend to forget each other. It was an unsaid thing. No friendships last forever, no matter hard you tried to make them. But something in you had always told you that when it came to the Loser’s Club that wasn’t true.

You’d been wrong.

Separated from those you called your family, everyone started drifting apart. Some of them still talked, like Eddie and Richie or Bill and Beverly, but in the end, no one really was as close as they use to.

It was almost as if they’d forgotten, stopped believing in what you all experienced. And you couldn’t understand why. Because while everyone was off moving on, forgetting, you only seemed to remember. You tried. Tried and fought and screamed and yelled for them, but it was like you were standing in the back, watching as their back turns. Watching Richie look away, watching Eddie follow or Bill turn and Beverly distance herself. You saw less and less of Mike, Ben never left the library and Stan… Stan wouldn’t even look at you.

Soon it was just you, just like IT had teased, and you were alone.

So, no, Bill, it was real.

Three Years Later…

You let out a breath of relief as the school bell rung, signalling the end of class. English class today in particular had been boring and repetitive, some idiot decided to back talk the teacher so the majority of the class was spent with Ms. Green lecturing you all. It would’ve been fine, had that not meant that your pile of homework had grown significantly larger in size.

Gathering your binder and books, you quickly stuffed them into your bag. Though when you looked up, you noticed that most of the students were already out and sighed. It meant the hallways were going to be cramped with people, and it was the end of the day.

Knowing it was inevitable either way, you slipped your backpack over your shoulders calmly and pulled the straps. “Have a nice weekend, Ms. Green.” You waved at your teacher. She may have just spent an hour yelling at you all and then the last half talking about what you had to catch up on, but she was nice when she wanted to be.

“You as well, Y/N.” She shortly replied, not sparring you a glance. You hesitated a moment, watching the way her eyes didn’t even move to say goodbye before sighing and making her way out the door. The hallway wasn’t as bad as you expected, which was a breath of relief. Quickly, you made your way down the hall, turned a right and low and behold there stood your locker.

Putting in the combination, you begin organizing what you’d need over the weekend and what you wouldn’t. Though, your moment of peace was quickly interrupted when the door of your locker was slammed to the side. You jumped, letting out a bewildered shock and turned to see who had so rudely disturbed you only to find a face you hadn’t wanted to see.

“Hey, babe.” Henry greeted, smiling down at you. Henry Bowers, the same Henry Bowers who use to bully you and your friends back in middle school. Of course, Henry confessed he doesn’t ever remember doing such a thing. I’d remember a pretty face like yours

Refusing the urge to shiver, you sent a short smile at him; “Jesus, Henry. You nearly gave me a heart attack.” He only shrugged, as if he didn’t care. Smiling through the discomfort, you grabbed your locker door, moving it off of the next one and Henry wasted no time leaning against it.

Henry Bowers had been sent back two years, making him in the exact same grade as you, of course he was eighteen already. Though, that didn’t mean he acted any more mature. 

“So, you coming with us to the pit tonight?” Henry asked, looking lazily over at you. Setting your final textbook in your locker, you shut the door with a soft thud; “us?”

“Belch and me.” He clarified. You hated Belch, all he did was well… belch. And it disgusted you, but it seemed no matter what him and Henry stayed friends. At least some things were the same. “Oh, and I believe Amy will be joining us.” 

“Oh,” you mumbled. “I don’t think I wi-”

“Why not?” Henry interrupted, cutting whatever you’d been about to say off.

You shifted uncomfortably, taking a tentative step back when Henry straightened out. You should probably just go, Henry would back off if you did. But you really did not want to spend the night in some dingy corner of the town with belching Belch and bitchy Amy. “My mom… she wants me home tonight.”

“Your mom?” Henry laughed, as if that was the craziest thing you’d ever said. Leaning down, he didn’t ask when he grabbed your wrist; “your mom never wants you home. Come on, it’ll be fun.” Fun for you, you wanted to say, but knew better. Knowing nothing you could say would allow you to stay home, you let Henry drag you off into the direction of the school doors.

You zoned out whatever he’d been saying, loosing yourself in your mind. At least it was the weekend, you told yourself, after tonight you wouldn’t have to speak to anyone, let alone see anyone. Of course, two days only lasted so long… Weekends use to be filled with adventure back in middle school… of course you were a child then and so was everyone else… but, it had been an adventure.

“Agh…” 

Turning your head, you were pulled from your thoughts as a familiar head walked by. You could almost swear… Time seemed to freeze, as the person’s head floated before you, but then suddenly it was gone. Looking down, you heard the thud as their body smacked against the ground. 

“Watch where you’re going, freak.” Henry laughed, shoving his hand into Belch’s stomach in excitement. You hadn’t even noticed Belch join you…

Looking over at the body, you didn’t move as they slowly moved to their hands and knees. You of course, felt bad, put no part of you wanted to help them. You only stared with a lazy eye, your wrist still in Henry’s grasp. It was only when their head turned up to glare at your boyfriend did you feel an reaction flood through you.

“Eddie…” You whispered, gaining a strange reaction from Henry and Belch. Seeing their gaze, you moved to look away before your eye caught Eddie’s. There laid Eddie, the same Eddie you used to constantly worry over and mother, on his knees, blood pooling from his chin where he’d smacked it against the ground.

His eye met you, but you didn’t do anything. 

Soon he groaned in pain, Henry had kicked him. Henry leaned forward, towering over the boy; “stay down.” And before you knew it, the grasp on your wrist tugged and you were off.


You gripped your jacket sleeves with force, watching as your breath formed before you in the cool evening air. You hated walking home alone, especially at night. It was when you saw things, things that shouldn’t be there but were. But of course, Henry hadn’t wanted to walk you home, so that left only one other option.

You laughed out into the bitter air, when did Henry ever wanna walk you home?

It’d caused many fights before, back when you first started dating. You didn’t want to stay out that later (or go out at all) but of course Henry wanted to, so you did. You’d stay out all night, doing whatever dumb thing him and his friends could think off until the sun had set and you could no longer see past you clearly. You’d beg him to walk you home, but he’d only shove you away and continue hanging with his friends.

Though, you guessed the moment of peace gave you time to think. Think about whatever. It never really was the same.

You let your eyes wander above you, to the night sky, viewing the many stars as you walked the streets of your neighbourhood. You were close, thankfully. It was January, meaning a new year and christmas had just passed. That also meant many houses still had there christmas lights up, too lazy to take them down and you could view the bright colourful lights in peace.

It wasn’t often you saw so much colour in your life nowadays.

Your feet made a crunching noise as you stepped into the snow, a sound you loved very much. There was nothing but colourful lights, empty streets and mindful thoughts.

“Y/N…”

You could see your house now, just before you and that gave you motivation to quicken your step. 

“Y/N.” Gasping, you turned around at the voice. You weren’t sure what you’d expected, but you had expected something. Instead, all you found was nothing. Just the street you’d already walked on a million times and the darkened houses except for the bright christmas lights. Shaking your head, you turned back around. You must’ve been imagining it.

“Y/N.” Okay, that time you hadn’t. You were sure of it.

“Henry?” You called, turning around once again. “Henry is that you?” Of course, nothing. People didn’t really like to reply to you much these days. “Henry, I-I swear to god if this is a prank…” There was nothing there, but you were so sure you’d heard a voice.

“Y/N.” You spun, the voice now much closer behind you. Except when you turned around, there wasn’t anything there.

“Time to play.” You spun again, back around and for a moment you saw what you never thought you’d see again. IT. IT. It’s red fire-y hair and sinister smile. But the next time you blinked, it was gone. “Time to play, Y/N.” You instinctively took a step back as maniacal laughter filled your ears.

Bolting around, you took quick and loud steps to your house, not daring to peer back behind you. You scrambled for your keys, fumbling to get them out of your back but the minute you did, you unlocked your door and swung it open. You wasted no time slamming it behind you, falling to the ground before it as you let out a shaky breaths.

Holding your hand against your chest, you tried to even your breathing. You were never afraid, at least you hadn’t been. Your friends made you stronger and now where were they?

Panting, you let out a little whimper. The second you closed your eyes, IT appeared and you wasted no time in opening your eyes again. Taking a look around your dark and vacant house, you were pulled away from the events that had happened outside and back into reality. “Mom?” You called, “you home?”

You wandered into the kitchen, finding nothing. No note, nothing. She obviously wasn’t home, but it’d be nice if she could at least let you know. Sighing, you dropped your bag on the dining table, taking a seat on one of the chairs. You let your head lean on your hand, staring at the darkened room around you.

“What happened…?”


Part 2?

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