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Nightmares

Bucky x reader

Summary: a bad night leads to a change in your relationship with your neighbor

Warnings: abduction, angst, fluff at the end because I can’t be entirely terrible

Word Count: 2632

A/N: This has been sitting in my writing app since before my anxiety attack. I’m always more comfortable with posting fluff since I don’t think I do angst well. But here it is, another angsty Bucky story. I apologize–but I still hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by wintersthighs

It was an ordinary evening of watching Netflix until you heard a tentative knock at your front door. After a couple seconds of grabbing at your blanket so it remained securely around your shoulders, you padded over to the door, opening it wide to reveal the large frame of one of your neighbors blocking the view of the rest of the hallway. You shuffled aside and he wordlessly made his way into your living room and plopped down on the furthest end of the couch.

The show you were watching probably wasn’t something Bucky was interested in, but given that he didn’t even greet you when you opened the door, you figured he was still in his quiet spell so you didn’t bother engaging with him yet. And that was fine. You understood he was like that sometimes.

He and Steve explained once why they often sought you out after harder missions. Even though their little two bedroom apartment across from yours was physically separate from the compound, sometimes it still felt the same. They liked your place because it was obviously different. Your furniture was plush and colorful instead of pale and modern, your walls were covered with pictures of you with friends and paintings you’d done yourself, and you had an extensive movie collection. Everything was a wonderful distraction.

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Netflix’s The Punisher Sentence Starters (pt 1)
  • ❛ whatever it is you’re looking for … i’m not it. ❜
  • ❛ books are great, but they don’t hold all the answers. ❜
  • ❛ happy is a kick in the balls waiting to happen. ❜
  • ❛ you got half a life left to live, my friend. ❜
  • ❛ you see, what worries me the most is that you’ve been in a hole so long that it’s become home. ❜
  • ❛ wow. that was sexist, racist, and demeaning all of my abilities all in one sentence. ❜
  • ❛ what time is it? ❜
  • ❛ you brought this on yourself! ❜
  • ❛ don’t you ever say that again. you got that? ❜
  • ❛ you’re not the only ghost in this town. ❜
  • ❛ truth is … i was past caring. ❜
  • ❛ holy shit. ❜
  • ❛ what the hell, why not? ❜
  • ❛ you’re still all heart, huh? ❜
  • ❛ drink? ❜
  • ❛ been flirting with the idea of going full man-bun. ❜
  • ❛ i’ll keep that in mind. ❜
  • ❛ i wanna help, but not if it’s gonna get someone killed. ❜
  • ❛ you think you’re okay and then something just brings it all back. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t know if i would kiss him or slap him. ❜
  • ❛ don’t even think about it. ❜
  • ❛ tonight’s the night you’re gonna die. ❜
  • ❛ never off-duty, huh? ❜
  • ❛ i’m calling the shots now. ❜
  • ❛ you need me! ❜
  • ❛ you always talk this much? ❜
  • ❛ piece of shit. ❜
  • ❛ now all you got is the nightmare. ❜
  • ❛ you want me to tell you it’s okay so that if this all blows up, it won’t be your fault. ❜
  • ❛ you always were good at putting people back together. ❜
  • ❛ i know that it makes it easier for you if you make me the enemy, but i’m not. ❜
  • ❛ you are shitting me. ❜
  • ❛ shit you not. ❜
  • ❛ i dream, i see that guy. ❜
  • ❛ what the hell is it that you do anyways? ❜
  • ❛ hey, you shut your mouth. ❜
  • ❛ you don’t know shit. ❜
  • ❛ looks to me like we’re hiding evidence. ❜
  • ❛ and now you’re closing yourself off, find it hard to trust people. ❜
  • ❛ i’m the best. others will let me down. ❜
  • ❛ i didn’t have a choice. ❜
  • ❛ i could have killed you. ❜
  • ❛ and you don’t find that kinda scary? ❜
  • ❛ why don’t you sit down? ❜
  • ❛ i don’t do partners. ❜
  • ❛ you ever think about, maybe, quality over quantity? ❜
  • ❛ god made me this way for a reason, bro. ❜
  • ❛ i think this is a trap. ❜
  • ❛ i think if we do this, men are gonna die. ❜
  • ❛ you just don’t bleed out, you hear me? ❜
  • ❛ what’d you say? ❜
  • ❛ i cannot let you do that. ❜
  • ❛ god damn it. ❜
  • ❛ the hell is that? ❜
  • ❛ you wanna go up against him/her/them with a pink ruger and no ammo? ❜
  • ❛ grow up. ❜
  • ❛ that’s not happening, alright? not on my watch. ❜
  • ❛ what if we got you a little pair of green tights and a pointy cap with a feather in it? ❜
  • ❛ don’t bother me. ❜
  • ❛ want me to leave? ❜
  • ❛ tough guy, huh? ❜
  • ❛ i’m useless. ❜
  • ❛ did i get anything right? ❜
  • ❛ it was good. i just made it better. ❜
  • ❛ turns out i suck at guitar. ❜
  • ❛ that’s what joe did. don’t be like joe. ❜
  • ❛ what, are you gonna puke? ❜
  • ❛ you sure about this? ❜
  • ❛ it’s nothing. i’m fine. ❜
  • ❛ please don’t do this. ❜
  • ❛ i can’t do this. ❜
  • ❛ pissed off beats scared every time. ❜
  • ❛ what did i do? i got my hands … i got my hands dirty, you piece of shit! ❜
  • ❛ you stay out of my way. ❜
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Request: Can you please do a peter quill imagine where the guardians come down to earth and meet the avengers? the reader is part of the avengers. when the guardians are having a “meeting” with the avengers, Y/N comes down singing one of the songs from the awesome mixes. and peter falls head over heels and it’s all very fluffy. thank you.

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Fuck Away The Pain

Pairing: Dean X Reader 

Warnings: Smut, mentions of cheating, sooooo many F bombs dropped

Word Count: 2,603

A/N: Inspired by the song Fuck Away The Pain by Divide The Day (highly recommended). I know I have a request I need to work on (which I plan on sitting down and doing very soon!) as well as the ficlet for today’s Ficlet Friday, but I haven’t been able to stop listening to this song for the last three days and decided to write a fic ab it (yay! Finally a Dean smut!). This was actually gonna be the ficlet for today but it got way too long (that’s what she said?) anyway. Hope you enjoy! 

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anonymous asked:

lol Sony still with the Larrie queerbaiting? A video that keeps Larries wallets open because they give you stuff to 'analyze '. Meanwhile real life continues to happen. 💵💸💷💰

Looking at the Larry section of a fan-made book, Helsinki, 27 June 2015 :

“Money!” says Louis

Many fans are spending money because they’re FANS—of Niall, Liam, Louis, Harry, Zayn. It has nothing to do with Louis and Harry as a couple. I don’t see why they’d need to queerbait us. To what purpose? Like they need money?

And if, by real life, you’re referring to life outside of Tumblr, I am very much engaged in raising my four children in the midst of a divorce. Analyzing JLY has been an absorbing project that’s challenged my brain tremendously. It’s a fabulous piece of art. Thank you, Louis.

KnightRook for the win!!!

And he named her after his mum! I now feel the need to go back and change Killian’s mom’s name in every fic I’ve mentioned her in… which oddly enough, her name has always began with an A in them…

(Amazing art by @artistic-writer to her goes the glory and the credit for this piece, so please just reblog if you want to share. Don’t repost.)

me @ me: stop fucking wanting your friends to always be around to chat with you and stop needing them so badly because you’re an abusive piece of shit with major dependency issues and you’re only hurting your friends with your stupid fucking neediness and childish whims because it’s fucking unrealistic to expect them to be around at all hours of the day because guess what, asshole, the world doesn’t revolve around you, and you’re nothing but sentient trash

me to me: thank u i will try 2 remember that

arborealmatriarch  asked:

Armor or clothes for a mage of blood who just wants to protect their friends!! I don’t know how much info or what kind you’ll need so.. I like space, baking, & video games (particularly of the zelda, Metroid, and animal crossing variety), my strife specibus is probably sword-, spear-, or bow and arrow-kind, and I like wearing comfy (usually black) clothes with hoods and big pockets! If armor I’m Smol and Weak so probably something relatively light? Thank you and sorry if this isn’t enough info!!

What about the Projectile Varia?

This piece of gear is the breastplate of the Varia Suit physically connected to a crossbow. The crossbow requires no bolts, and, when fired, creates a spherical barrier around the target. If the target is alive, it does no damage, and surrounds them completely.

The drawback to this is that the barrier and the chestplate are connected. Damage one, and you damage the other. Break one, and the other shatters.

Create this with a Varia Suit replica, a Wii crossbow peripheral, a Scroll of Abjuration, and a Destiny Knot.

~Weapons Apprentice Rox

fuzzynecromancer  asked:

Okay, so this gets a bit ontological, but resending this question: If you can do any sort of subsitution, if it doesn't matter much whether you have Himalayan pink salt or the word "salt" written on a piece of paper, if it's all about intention, then what DO the ingredients of witchcraft matter at all? Why bother with sage and crystals and moon water if all that's needed is a lot of focus and concentration?

Things have power when you give them power. Some people go with the standard meanings behind certain items and others create their own (like most use coffe for curses/hexes cause its bitter and strong, others can use it for relaxation or stress relief cause they find it comforting). Some use them for the aesthetic.
Everyones practice is different and whatever they make of it.

My whole life orbited around you. And regardless of whether that was right or wrong, I existed that way. I felt like it was you who made me exist, the way you touched me, the way you held me, and I inflated to occupy the space I had spent my whole life shrinking from. You fit like a puzzle piece around me, holding me close until your scent was the blanket that let me fall asleep, and your touch was the warmth of my beating heart, a reminder of all that was good.
You were what I had never felt. What I had always needed. And what would break me?
Once I had locked myself to you I never intended on letting go, like how ivy can become parasitic to the tree it hugs so tight; I forgot to let you feed yourself first. It led to pain…that key I had fit tightly into my heart wrenched itself out, slowly, day by day, until I was left with a cavern in my chest that screamed how alone I was; every day you stepped away, thought a little less about me, loved someone else a bit more.
For all I ever wanted was someone to unequivocally love me as much as I had loved them…and you gave me that, then swiftly tore it away, even worse, when I was already dying. How I managed to grasp the sinews of my body and hold them together in the light of fire and blood and tears and darkness of not waking up for weeks, I do not know. I did, but I don’t know if I ever returned to my body - dissociated now - and still, most nights, I can’t fall asleep because of you; my body has not yet healed from the shock of losing what it had finally needed after all those years of loneliness.
It all happened so fast.
I still crave you - and hate you.
—  januaryjaguar 
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anonymous asked:

do you have an idea of a checklist for learning how to create digital art? like i know practice is essential, but i don't really know where to start or where to go from there. thanks so much xox

I think I can toss some stuff out here that might be of use.  Assuming an artist learning digital art starts from the beginning–owning a tablet & drawing program but not knowing how to use them–here’s an inconveniently long list of stuff that could help them.

TL;DR: 1, mess around till you’re used to drawing digitally. 2, study and create ad infinitum. 3, a bunch of tips that are pretty hard to TLDR so you should probably just go over em.  Step 2 is basically what you asked me NOT to tell you (“practice”!), but unfortunately it’s all I know how to do :,(

1) If you own a tablet that you plug into your computer (i.e., you don’t draw directly on the screen), feel free to spend a few weeks or even a month+ just getting used to it.  When you first start out, it’s really freaky drawing in one place and seeing things appear somewhere else, but trust me in that you won’t even notice the disconnect after a few months of consistent digital drawing.  I’ve been painting digitally for about 2 years now, and it’s actually slightly easier for me to draw digitally than traditionally.  [If you have a cintiq, or you use an iPad with Procreate, or something similar, then you probably don’t have to spend as much time in step 1.]

Keep in mind that it doesn’t matter how good you were with traditional drawing when you start digital; the mental disconnect you have will make it very difficult to think about proportions, values, edges, colors, etc.  You’ll probably notice yourself making mistakes that you wouldn’t normally make on paper.  Don’t worry about them, just keep drawing as you usually would.  Digital you will catch up to traditional you in time.  

For now, get used to blending colors, drawing somewhat steady lines that go in the correct direction, and fooling around with brushes and brush settings.  If you come across a brush that you like (easy to work with + pleasing results), it may help to stick with it as you continue to learn.  Digital doodles and sketches are good for this stage; though try to keep doing traditional work so your base art skills don’t atrophy.  

If you’re just starting out with Photoshop or Sai or Krita or whatever software you’re using, you’re gonna be intimidated by all the funky buttons and settings that you first see.  If it makes you feel any better, I use maybe 0.1% of the tools that Photoshop offers me.  When you start, all you need to worry about is the brush tool and control-z, maybe the eraser too.

2) Do studies as well as pieces from imagination.  You can move into step 2 as early as you please; you don’t have to wait until you think you’ve become “skillful” at digital drawing (in fact, this step is what will probably help you become the most comfortable with digital).  It’s alright if your colors are icky looking and your values are off (tip, occasionally turn the saturation of your drawing to 0 to check the values), because as long as you keep studying reality and appealing art & continually learn from your mistakes, you’ll get better. 

Always remember to study or at least appreciate the qualities of art you enjoy.  It’s the same thing that people always tell writers–you have to read a lot to write well.  You probably shouldn’t shield yourself from the influence of other artists; while you may think that this action would help you develop artistically in the manner most true to yourself, in reality the vast majority of the process of learning art will be honing in on what you find visually pleasant so that you may, in turn, express your artistic taste in your work.  If you look at other people’s art, you can pick out tiny aspects of it that you like and incorporate that into your style.  It’s a bit trickier to build a style without the “help” of other artists, though you can always turn to nature for help. On that note, I also recommend referencing nature as much as you can, because we as human beings are sort of wired to find natural designs, colors, and structures beautiful.  Look at nature for the universally beautiful, and look at art for the subjectively beautiful (i.e., enjoyed uniquely by you).

If you find yourself getting burnt out pretty quickly, then just paint/draw simple and small things for period of half an hour to 1 ½ hours a day (and switch back to traditional).  You can spend this time mapping out proportions, creating thumbnails of values/colors, drawing linework, or whatever.  Add complexity to your pieces as the months go by, and if you already have a decent foundation in drawing aim to create somewhat finished pieces after maybe four months to a year.  Please note that the second part of that sentence was something I completely made up out of my head, because I’m trying to quantify pretty unquantifiable concepts such as a “decent foundation in drawing” and a “somewhat finished” piece of art.  If you find it unrealistic, or just too easy of a goal, disregard it entirely.  It can take you half a decade to learn to make finished digital art, or you can get it down in a couple months.

3) Fun fact, there’s not really a step 3 as you stay in 2 forever, always studying and creating.  But there’s a few other things about digital art that you ought to know, so here they are:

• If your computer doesn’t make a fuss about it, I’d recommend working on a decently large canvas (at least 3000 by 3000; I personally prefer 6000 by 6000). You’ll get less defined edges and colors if you go below 1000 by 1000, from my experience.

• If you have a tablet with pressure sensitivity (you probably should otherwise digital painting is kinda hellish), go to your brush settings and set ‘transfer’ to ‘pen pressure.’  This is what makes it possible to blend.  

• If you’re having trouble matching colors while studying, you can always color pick the ref (in photoshop: bring the pic into PS and use the eye dropper tool) and compare its colors to your colors.  Some people add too much red to their skin tones, some people draw their highlights with overly desaturated colors, some people make trees and grass in their landscapes too green; whatever the case, take note of and correct errors that you consistently make.  

• Get used to using the transform/warp/liquify tools (liquify is technically a filter but you get what I mean).  They’re lifesavers for fixing proportion mistakes that you’ve only noticed 8 hours into a piece. 

• Give layers a shot.  I only work on one layer, but I’ve heard from people who divide their piece up into multiple layers that they’re damn useful (until you draw on the wrong one). 

• Flip your canvas horizontally every once in a while to make sure stuff hasn’t gone awry. 

• Screw around with color modes; they can do some really fancy things that are difficult to duplicate with normal digital painting, let alone traditional.  On the topic of colors, don’t be afraid to use somewhat desaturated colors (near the center of the color picker square in PS). There are some very aesthetically pleasing color combinations that you can make out of somewhat dulled colors.

• If you’re using PS, bind ‘step backward’ to control Z, not ‘undo.’  This is under keyboard shortcuts.  Set up a bunch of shortcuts that are the most convenient for you–personally, I only keep my left hand near the lower left region of my keyboard (my right hand is away from the keyboard and off to the right, drawing on the tablet), so I have all of my necessary shortcuts in that area.

This was a bit longer than I expected, but I figure that someone out there can get something out of it.  Cheers to you, if you do.

✨ “I will have a restful and peaceful sleep” spell jar ✨

A little jar to ward off nightmares and help you have a good sleep with some lovely dreams

What you’ll need

✨ salt 
✨ cinnamon (ground or sticks)
✨ black peppercorns (or ground black pepper)
✨ dried rosemary 
✨ dried rose petals
✨ dried lavender
✨ small piece of amethyst
✨ small piece of rose quartz
✨ a sigil “I will have a restful and peaceful sleep”

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What to do

✨  Layer the salt, cinnamon, black peppercorns, rosemary, rose petals and lavender in the jar
✨  Nestle your piece of amethyst and your piece of rose quartz snugly on top of or inside the lavender and rose petals
✨  Draw a sigil that means “I will have a restful and peaceful sleep” and put it at the top of your jar
✨  Put it next to your bed, preferably near your head

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If you don’t feel confident in your own sigils, this is the one that I used:

Samhain Renewal Spell 🎃✨🔮

Samhain is often remembered for its association with the thinning veil, ancestor work, and the movement of the world into the darker half of the year. However, it’s also been known as the Witch’s New Year! For this Samhain, I wanted to craft a simple New Year’s type spell to banish what I don’t wish to carry with me anymore in this next year.

Needed
✨ Writing implement of choice
✨ Paper
✨ Candle
✨ Fire
✨ Fireproof/fire safe bowl or container (to hold the burning paper)

Write all the things you don’t want to carry into the next year (or things you wish to banish!) on a piece of paper.

Light the candle and say (or think, or sing, or whatever you like) as it burns:

“Samhain is here and cold is the earth,
As we celebrate death, life, and rebirth.
As the Wheel keeps turning on,
Some things we keep, others- gone.
To move forward in life, I look to the past,
And what no longer serves me, out I cast.”

After you’ve meditated on these things and you feel ready to part with them, burn the paper. Meditate on the knowledge that you now have set the intention to move away from whatever you’ve banished and that you have the freedom to move forward with your life! The intention is set and in motion for you. Blow out the candle when you’re ready and have yourself a happy Samhain! ✨

why is it that Every Time i draw trees, this boy wanders in along with creepy eyeballs?? unbelievable

Can’t go to Interactive Introverts because your parents said no/will say no? This is for you!

Hello everyone, my name is Paige, and I am really freaking good at convincing parents of things. I grew up with two very strict and overprotective (though loving and awesome) parents, and so I’ve had the perfect life experience to give you this advice. Buckle up.

Are you a fan of Dan and Phil, who is super excited about their oncoming tour, Interactive Introverts, but your parents won’t let you go? Here is how to convince them you should. (Most of these also work for other special trips, such as going to a concert.)

Please reblog this so it can reach all the people who need it :D

Step-by-step guide under the cut!

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Je T’aime, Mon Cher Eddie

For @time-for-tozier who came up with this idea, I hope you like it!!

Eddie watched as the clock’s minute hand moved towards the number 12, making a ticking noise as it wet round. He was so fixated that he jumped when the bell rang, the cue for people around him to pack up and leave the room.

He slammed his yellow note book shut and shoved it, and his pencil, into his backpack, before running out of the classroom to meet up with the other losers.

He sprinted down the hallways, bumping into several people and nearly tripping twice, before he reached the door. He swung the door open and walked to the bike rack around the side of the school.

“Hey Eddie,” Ben called to him as he walked over.

“Hey guys,” Eddie took in the positions of his friends. Mike was sat on the ground, fiddling with his bike, it kept breaking. Ben was sat on a bench about a meter away from the bike rack, a book resting open on his lap. Beverly was sitting on her bike seat, hands already gripping the handlebars as if she was in a hurry to go. Bill and Stan were stood next to each other, however, Eddie noticed, much too close to be considered normal. And Richie, well, he was being his usual self. He was hung upside down on one the metal bannister of a nearby stair case, dark hair brushing the ground.

“Eds! You finally arrived!” Richie near shouted bouncing his way back over to the group. “Can we go now?”

The losers collectively rolled their eyes and grabbed their bikes, climbing on and cycling towards the woods.

Their was a field there that they had claimed as their new hangout. It was completely secluded and surrounded by trees. In the spring, the ground was covered in daisies, Richie loved it, and prided himself on making “the best daisy chains in Derry”. In the Summer and Autumn, the grass was green and soft. And in the Winter, the Loser’s decided to just hand out at each other’s houses instead, with the careful avoidance of the Tozier, Marsh and Kaspbrak residences.

They were all laying on the grass. Beverly had her head resting on Ben’s lap as he sat cross legged playing with her hair. Stan and Bill were laying shoulder to shoulder, Mike was spread out like a starfish, and Richie was resting his head on Eddie’s stomach.

They were peaceful.

“Richie, I couldn’t help but to notice that you were in my French class this morning.” Bev spoke up, breaking the silence.

She knew there had to be a reason behind his sudden appearance in the class. She knew that she took it so that one day, when she was old enough, she could move to France and never look back. She knew that Stan’s parents wanted him to focus more on his religion. She knew that Ben was already fluent in the language and didn’t need to take a class. She knew that Bill found it too hard because of his stutter. She knew that Mike and Eddie simply didn’t want to take the subject, seeing no reason for it.

So what was Richie’s reason?

“You take French?” Eddie chuckled, sitting up. “Since when?”

“Well, obviously since this morning dipshit. I already know how to say some stuff. Such as,” Richie cleared his throat. “Ta mère aime ça dans le cul.”

Bev’s head shot up. “Beep Beep Richie.”

“W-what did he say?” Bill asked.

“Do you really want me to tell you?” Bev whined. The rest of the group, bar Richie and Ben, nodded. She sighed. “He said “your mother likes it up the ass.”

Groans of “Richie”, and “really?” We passed around as Richie smirked.

“Hey Rich? Do you know anything that’s not rude?” Eddie asked.

“Umm yeah,” Richie replied. “Eddie, tu as de beaux yeux.” (You have beautiful eyes)

“What does that mean?”

“Ahh, my dear Eddie Spaghetti, that is a secret.”

“Don’t call me that. Bev? Can you tell me what he said?” Eddie asked Beverly, who was staring at Richie with a strange look on her face. She stared for a few more moments before turning to Eddie.

“Sorry Eddie, I don’t know what he said.”

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The next morning Richie bounced into school with too much energy for 7am on a Tuesday.

“Good morning, mes petits choux.” He smiled, leaning his chin on Eddie’s head.

“Richie, if I may ask, why did you just call us ‘your little cabbages’?” Ben questioned.

“I did it because I felt like it.” Just then the bell rang for class.

“Um, Richie? Can I talk you you for a sec? In private?” Beverly asked. Richie nodded, he loved the girl like family, they both dealt with similar issues in their home lives. “Do you like Eddie? You know, as in like him?”

Richie blushed. “No, where did you get that idea?”

“You’re always hugging him, you never stop staring at him, and yesterday you told him, in French, that he had beautiful eyes.”

“You said you didn’t understand what I said!”

“Well I lied, I guessed that you didn’t really want me to tell him, otherwise you would have simply said it in English.” She sighed. “Richie, what’s the real reason you started taking French class? You know I’m not going to judge you.”

Richie sighed. “I’ve been dealing with so much at home and then I come to school and he,” Richie leant back against the wall. “He makes me feel safe, and, I dunno, loved I guess? I just wanted a way to tell him how I feel and explain what’s happening at home. But it was way too painful to say it all in English, so I thought it’d be easier to tell him in another language.”

“Oh, Richie.” Beverly wrapped him in a hug. “That’s so sweet.” Richie gave her a half smile, and they began walking to their first class, which happened to be French.

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Eddie was just dozing off when he hears the taps at his window. At first he was scared that it was a leper, or a murderer, but he was assured it wasn’t when someone spoke up from behind the glass and curtains.

“Eddie? You awake?” Eddie pushed he covers off and got out of bed, he walked over to the window and opened the curtains.

The person at his window was Richie.

“C-can I come in?” Eddie could see the tears making their way steadily down Richie’s cheeks. He pushed the window open as quietly as he could and Richie clambered in.

“Rich, are you okay? What happened?” Instead of the answer Eddie knew he wasn’t going to get, Richie clutched him in a hug, openly sobbing.

Eddie guided Richie over to his bed and lates him down so that Richie’s head was resting above his heart. He never got answers, but he knew how to calm his best friend down. He liked listening to Eddie’s heartbeat, to confirm he wasn’t alone, and he like it when Eddie ran his fingers through his hair.

That’s exactly what Eddie was doing when Richie stopped crying and mumbled something.

“I’m sorry? I didn’t catch that.”

“Je t'aime. S’il te plaît, ne me quitte jamais.” (I love you. Please never leave me.)

Richie fell asleep soon after that, Eddie had no idea what the sleeping boy had said to him.

Over the next few months, Richie refused to stop talking in French whilst around Eddie. Beverly noticed he would constantly be blushing whenever Richie spoke the foreign words, in a thick accent. All of the Losers agreed that it was The only good impression Richie Tozier had ever done. During these months, Bev had to put up with Richie’s constant pining for Eddie.

She would always catch him calling Eddie a ‘magnifique petit tournesol’ (gorgeous little sunflower) or telling Eddie that he ‘avait l'air si mignon dans ce pull’ (looked so cute in that sweater’. He even said ‘Mon Amour.’ (My love) a few times

She was fed up of it. She knew without a doubt that Eddie had the same feelings towards Richie. So, during their 5th period geography class, Bev gave Richie a stern talking to.

“You need to tell him.”

“What?”

“Eddie! You need to tell him how you feel! I’m like 99% sure he reciprocates your feelings.”

“Yes Bev, but what about the 1% hmm?” Beverly rolled her eyes, they spent the rest of the lesson in silence.

A few weeks passed and Richie and Eddie found themselves alone at Loser’s Meadow, as the gang had dubbed it, watching the sun set.

“Eddie, I’m about to ramble in French and you just need to listen, you don’t need to understand.”

Eddie furrowed his brow. “Oh, okay.” He secretly loved it when Richie spoke French, however, he’d never admit it.

“Vous ne comprenez pas un mot que je dis en ce moment, et honnêtement? Je pense que c'est une bonne chose.

(You don’t understand a word im saying right now, and honestly? I think thats a good thing.)

J'avais besoin d'un moyen de pouvoir te dire ce que je ressens sans que tu me détestes.

(I needed a way to be able to tell you how i feel without you hating me.)

Parce que je sais que tu ne m'aimes pas en retour. Qui pourrait m'aimer de retour? Je suis un morceau de merde sans valeur.

(Because I know you don’t love me back. Who could love me back? I’m a worthless piece of shit.)

Vous voyez, vous n'avez absolument aucune idée de ce que je dis. En ce moment, tes joues sont d'un rouge vif avec combien tu rougis, et ton sourire n'a jamais été aussi beau.

(See, you have absolutely no idea what I’m saying. Right now, your cheeks are bright red with how much you’re blushing, and your smile has never been more beautiful.)

Tant que je continue à sourire et à parler, ce regard restera sur votre visage. Je ne veux jamais que tu arrêtes de sourire.

(As long as I keep smiling and talking, that look will stay on your face. I never want you to stop smiling.)

Ok, maintenant pour la vraie merde.

(Okay, now for the real shit.)

Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime depuis que nous avons neuf ans. Vous avez toujours été mon refuge, pour les nuits où il n'est pas sûr de rentrer à la maison, ou j'en ai fini avec le monde.

(Eddie Kaspbrak, I have loved you since we were 9 years old. You have always been my safe haven, for nights when it isn’t safe to go home, or I’m just done with the world.)

Vous êtes la seule personne à qui je fais confiance. Sauf ça. C'est la seule chose que vous ne saurez jamais, parce que je sais que vous ne ressentirez jamais la même chose.

(You are the one person I trust everything to. Except this. This is the one thing that you’ll never know, because I know you’ll never feel the same.)

Je t'aime Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime.

(I love you Eddie Kaspbrak, I love you.)”

Eddie giggled. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Oh, um, just a very detailed description of your mom’s vagina. I can retell it in English if you’d like?”

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie said whilst laughing, as Richie sat admiring him, a wistful expression on his face.

A few days later saw Richie climbing into Eddie’s window at 3am with a bust lip and a black eye and tears streaming down his cheeks.

Without having to ask, Eddie pulled him into his bed and wrapped his arms around the crying boy. Richie wouldn’t stop muttering something in French until he fell asleep.

“Je t'aime.” Eddie made himself a promise that he’d look those words up as soon as the library was open tomorrow.

As soon as Richie left the next morning, Eddie pulled on a Red sweatshirt, one of Richie’s that he’d left behind years ago, and some shorts. He ran out of the house, making sure to kiss his mother goodbye before he left, and raced to the library.

He walked in and asked the receptionist to point him towards the ‘languages’ section.

He grabbed himself the first French dictionary he could find and flipped straight to the ‘T’ chapter, he already knew that ‘Je’ mean ‘I’.

Eddie gasped when he read the meaning. He dropped the book, causing a loud thud, and ran straight for the exit. He clambered back onto his bike and sped down the streets. He knew where Richie would be. The out of use highway bridge. He would always go there on a Saturday to smoke, listen to The Smiths and get away from his Parents.

Eddie threw his bike down as soon as he arrived, taking a puff from his asthma inhaler. “Richie?” He called out.

“Eddie?” He looked up to see Richie sat on the bridge’s ledge, feet swinging backwards and forwards. Eddie began to run up the hill towards the dark haired boy, whilst said boy stumbled down towards him. They met halfway.

“Eds, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be babysitting your mother or something.”

“Je t'aime aussi.” Eddie stated, not even bothering to tell Richie off for calling him Eds.

“What?” Richie looked unsure of what he’d just heard.

“Je t’aime aussi.” Eddie took a breath. “I love you too.”

Richie wasted no time in pulling Eddie in by his waist, connecting their lips. Eddie fisted his hands in the collar of Richie’s shirt. They pulled away a few moments later, in need of air, and rested their foreheads together.

This felt right. This felt like home.

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NANOWRIMO prompts

Since you guys liked the first list so much.  I decided to make another.  I hope the writing is going well.


  1. Write about the usual suspects
  2. “How does he keep getting in here?”
  3. Your character wakes up in a bed not their own.
  4. “No snicker is going to fix this!”
  5. “Who just steal someones right sock?”
  6. Your protagonist finds the villain’s lair.  What happens now? How about redecorating with the villain’s most hated color.
  7. Gratuitous love scene
  8. “We really need better people.”
  9. Throw in a storm
  10. He’s name was Charming Chase, but he was anything but.
  11. “This happens everytime I die.”
  12. Punish your Protagonist, like make them suffer.
  13. “This is the forbidden floor.”
  14. Describe a door, right before the villain bust it down.
  15. When at a loss for words have the villain and the hero kiss. (Just add some kisses anytime you get stuck.)
  16. “What’s in the box?” (Seriously what’s in the box that the protagonist is holding.)
  17. Have your protagonist go into the woods with just a pocket knife.
  18. Use “it was a dark and stormy night” somewhere and bulid from there.
  19. “Bees, so many bees.”
  20. Throw your MC from a high place, see what happens.
  21. “We need to talk.”
  22. “What happened in there?”
  23. Put your protagonist in a box.
  24. Burn down your MC’s childhood home, then steal the family pet.
  25. The lead loses a valuable piece of evidence
  26. What is your MCs greatest fear?
  27. Have your MC wake up in a bed and place not their own
  28. “Hand me that fork.”
  29. “What are you running from?”
  30. Kidnap your lead