i made this a while ago but forgot to post it here

(for @yoituuri and @starryfeathers. I accidentally deleted this whole thing once so hopefully it doesn’t happen again/ it’s not rushed. I hope you enjoy you two, and anybody else who reads this!)

I made a post about my favorite boy Victor not too long ago, and I mentioned a shot in passing that I really loved, but because it wasn’t the focus of the post, I didn’t go into it. I would like to now. Here it is:

This is the first glimpse of Victor we get within canon. Well, beyond the opening sequence with Yuuri watching Victor skate as they grow up but I think we can all agree that was outside of canon and can be discarded here.

Anyway.

It’s a damn good first glimpse. As you’ve probably already noticed, Victor’s eyes are covered. Deliberately. Dude fuckin does a twirl and the camera is framed in such a way that we don’t get to see his eyes until he looks up for the cameras. That’s an interesting touch, for several reasons. 

First, when a character’s eyes are not visible, it implies something is hidden within them. A trait, motivation, true emotions, etc etc. 

Secondly, the fact that we can’t see Victor’s eyes until he turns to the cameras with that fake-ass media smile. In this scene, we’re being treated as the public. Victor is immediately hiding from us and the rest of the world. You know, something he does all the goddamn time.

Victor is scarily good at masking. For those who don’t know what I mean, masking is the act of hiding one’s true personality, desires, and/or emotions to conform to society. I mask due to past trauma. Victor masks to meet public expectation. 

You’ve probably guessed already that masking is incredibly unhealthy–it’s repression, after all. If it gets bad enough, you’ll stop knowing where masking ends and you begin. Sometimes it takes me months to figure out how I feel about something because I need to sort through so many layers of masking and anxiety and doubt. It’s really difficult sometimes. 

We see tons of lovely examples of Victor masking throughout the show. Here are a few off the top of my head: 

(^absolutely terrified vitya trying to be smooth)

(^living up to his press image)

(^so incredibly upset on so many levels but he doesn’t dare show it)

(^pissed enough that yuuri picks up on it. and then acts dishonestly w/ yuuri by trying to come off as pleasant)

(i love that yuuri is comfortable enough by this point to call victor out on his bs. if you’re gonna get mad, get mad) 

(you can actually see Victor’s hand shake if you watch the scene. boy is so pissed and he’s holding it in)

etc etc. 

Victor is actually incredibly reserved in all the emotions he shows, especially if it’s anger or sadness. For most of the series, he only lets himself go in front of Yuuri or alone. Victor hides from himself, he hides from Yuuri, and it helps no one in the end. 

The beach sequence, actually, is important to this idea too. As we know, Victor asks Yuuri what he wants them to be. 

And then he lists off all these options before essentially asking to go out with him, but in a way that says he’s too scared to do it outright.

Now, this is partially to gauge Yuuri’s feelings towards him, but it’s also highly revealing of Victor’s self-worth. He’s willing to put on any mask, any persona to be with Yuuri. Yuuri, of course, doesn’t want this at all. 

🚨 HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP ALERT!🚨

And looking at Victor’s reaction (guarded surprise)

This may be the first time Victor has been asked to just be himself. 

So if Victor was a world champion at 16

(boy is 15-16 in that article)

He must have been skating for a while beforehand. We can probably approximate by saying he started competitions around the time Yuri did, which I estimate to be about 12-13. However, Victor does say this 

And if we’re to believe him, 27-20=7, and therefore something happened at the age of 7 to force Victor into backing away from others and working himself to the bone. Uhm, wow. I don’t know how accurate it is to say that, but regardless, he’s been in the public eye for a long fuckin time. 

Victor has spent this long fuckin time building an image: elegance, confidence, charming yet untouchable. The perfect playboy, in a way. This is the person he presents to the public. I think he’s been masking like this for so long he forgot that this isn’t who he is–Victor has the ability to be all those things, but it’s not who he is. Victor is excitable, bubbly, caring, vulnerable, depressed, lonely, hardworking…Yuuri, by asking Victor to be himself, released a metaphorical floodgate on Victor’s emotions. He’s broken that carefully crafted persona. 

Victor is now publicly goofy and affectionate

(i love how he hides his face a little here…how cute and shy while showing off that he’s yuuri’s)

And can drop his composure comfortably 

(also vitya always wears gloves to competitions until they get the rings and then victor keeps the gloves off completely :v) 

I love that Victor’s relationship with Yuuri has allowed him to find himself again, and peel away those masks to live and breathe and love as he was always meant to. 

“But you lost,” Eric says gently, afraid Jack’s about to realize he’s made a mistake.
“And you won,” Jack counters, just as gently, cupping Bitty’s face. “And you have no idea how proud I am. Six years ago you’d pass out if you got hit. Tonight you ran me into the boards twice!”
“Cause you were being an asshole, Sweetpea,” Eric defends, fighting the warmth rising in his cheeks.
“And it was great, but you know who helped you through that? I did,”
Jack grins. “Checked you so many times you forgot you hated me. So, it’s a bit like I won too, you know? I got to see the man I love, the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, fearless.”
Oh. That’s.
Eric grabs a handful of Jack’s jersey and pulls him down into a kiss, heedless of the flashing lights and screaming spectators.
When they separate Jack’s expression is dazed.

“So you’ll marry me?” Jack cradles Eric’s sweaty face and peppers kisses across his cheek. “Please say yes. Make it official.”

(Excerpt from NHL!Bitty Part XII- ‘A Stanley Cup Wedding’) by @whoacanada
(The Rest of Whoacanada’s ABSOLUTELY MARVELOUS NHL!Bitty Series)

WELL THIS WAS FUN.

BACK TO WORK (that’s a joke. I’ll be in a daze for the next three hours like I usually am after finishing something like this)

(Thanks to everyone who kept me company while I streamed!!)
(and thanks so much to Whoacanada for bein’ a super person)

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My other NHL!Bitty related FanArt.  (and here)

Hey everyone!! I’m finally posting my Dralentine’s day fanart/fanfic

@drvcopotter got this (hello!!) hope you liked it! *hides shyly*

‘Enough, that’s- that’s enough… Draco!’

'I’m sober!’ Draco lauched himself forward, blindly trying to snatch the Firewhiskey bottle from Harry’s hands.

The crowded pub made it easier for Harry to just get up from their table and pull Draco with him without getting much attention from their coworkers, most of them already as drunk as Malfoy. The blond fidgeted in his arms, mumbling something Harry couldn’t understand or barely hear.

We’re going home’ the unintelligible words shushing Draco immediately. He’d learnt parseltongue was useful for those times Draco wouldn’t listen to him. Harry hooked one of Malfoy’s arms around his shoulder, doing his best not to bump into too many people on his way to the door.

'Harry!’

Fuck. He turned around with some difficulty, Malfoy breathing on his neck while trying to balance his weigh on his legs without bringing both of them down.

Ron walked towards him, his expression quickly changing into one of concern as soon as he recognized the blond head.

'Where are you going?’ Ron squinted  his eyes suspiciously, darting them from Harry to Malfoy, who hiccuped and giggled, the sound muffled by Harry’s hair where his face was now buried. Ron didn’t even bother to hide his disconfort, his cheeks a dark shade of red Harry knew couldn’t be blamed only on Firewhiskey.

'Home’ Harry rolled his eyes, giving Ron a small smile to try and ease the tension a bit.

'Why? You’re not his mother! Just leave him here, I’m sure he can-’ Ron gesticulated towards an almost unconscious Draco like he was trash Harry was taking outside.

'And then what? I’ll have to open the door for him later anyway.’

Ron sighed, searching for help and noticing no one cared if they were leaving or not.

'It’s friday and you’ve just finished a fucked up case. You don’t deserve this, Harry’

It’s not that bad, Harry thought, the words now common in his vocabulary when talking to Ron, Hermione, or any of his friends. Being paired with Malfoy after their Auror training two years ago may have angered him a bit - quite a lot, actually - and finding out they’d have to share a flat, which was protocol for new partners in order to 'strengthen the bond’ didn’t sound like the best of options, but after all, it really wasn’t that bad. Malfoy was organized and surprisingly quiet. He could be nosy, childish and bossy but most of the time, it was manageable.

A drunk Malfoy, however was another story. Needy, cuddly, demanding. It shocked Harry the first time the blond got himself pissed on a Friday night and let his head fall on Harry’s shoulder in the middle of the bar.

'Let’s go home, Harry’ he giggled in his ear, Harry’s own name resonating in his head.

After that he’d tried his best not to let Malfoy drink too much.

Malfoy hiccuped again and Ron let out an exasperated sigh.

'It’s fine. See you Monday, yeah?’ Harry turned around before Ron could say anything, his own mind a bit dizzy from the alcohol and the noise.

***

'Harry’

The cold breeze hit them square in the face the moment Harry opened the door. He let it close behind him, the noise gone the second it clicked shut. Malfoy shivered against him, curling himself on Harry’s side. The sooner they reached their flat the better. The safer, Harry thought.

Harry’ Draco breathed in his ear. Fuck, Harry hated how Malfoy always said his name, how could Harry mean something completely different than Potter coming from the same person?

'Yeah?’ Harry stopped, his mind still too slow for him to remember where was the nearest apparition point.

'I’m hungry’ Draco nuzzled his nose against Harry’s dark locks, inhaling like that was the most natural thing to do.

'What? No, we’re going home, Draco’ He said firmly, deciding for a random direction.

'Please, I’m really hungry…’ Harry let out an exasperated groan, the weigh and the cold doing nothing to improve his mood. He took a look around, spotting a small convenience store not far from them on the other side of the street. They had no food at home, he was tired and, if Draco was indeed that hungry, he woudn’t be too picky about it.

They crossed the street, Harry sitting Draco on the closest bench outside the store as soon as they reached it.

'Stay here. I mean it, Draco, stay

’’m not a dog, Potter’

Potter. Good, he was not that drunk.

Harry turned around, rolling his eyes, and opened the glass door.

Water, some noodles. An aspirin since Draco forgot to brew hangover potion. Hmm, chocolate, since Draco would be in an awful mood tomorrow-

Harry stopped shortly. Merlin, they sounded so… domestic. Harry shivered, avoiding the cashier’s eyes since he knew his cheeks were probably bright pink.

He headed for the door noticing through the glass that Draco wasn’t where he’d left him.

'Fuck’ He stormed out of the store, his wand already firmly secured in his hand.

'Draco?’

'Hmm?’ Harry jumped, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Malfoy was stading not far from him, his hand placed on a huge cabin right by the door.

'A photobooth cabin?’ Harry’s voice startled the blond, who darted his eyes towards him.

'Photo what?’

Harry remebered the first time Dudley got home with one of those stripes, his ugly face splashed in tiny squares all over it. When he’d asked aunt Petunia if he could take one too the woman told him those things were for people with friends. And Harry had none.

'You take photos in these’ He stared at the ground, the grip on the plastic bags tighter than necessary.

'Let’s go’

'I wanna try it’

'What?’ Harry stopped, not believing what his ears were telling him.

'Come on, Potter, it can’t be that bad’ Draco took a step forward, lifting the black curtains and peering inside, curiously.

'You’re aware this is a muggle thing, right?’ Harry said, taking a step forward. He had no idea why a muggle photobooth cabin was standing outside of a convenience store on a wizard neighborhood. He checked the money entry, noticing it was modified to accept wizard money. An image of Mr. Weasley appeared in his mind instantly. Right, there were wizards who collected stuff like that.

Harry dropped two knuts inside the machine, Draco already getting inside.

It was small, smaller than he’d expected, with only one old black stool. Harry sat awkwardly at the edge, almost falling while doing his best to avoid touching Draco more than needed. The blond seemed too distracted with a big black screen in front of him to notice or even worry himself about it, letting his knee touch Harry’s carelessly.  Harry pressed the only button under the screen, the countdown starting in front of them.

'What’s happening?’ Draco reached for his wand but Harry stopped him before he could take it out of his pocket.

'Look there, and…’

The first picture was taken, Harry only having a few seconds to pull a funny face. He couldn’t help laughing when he realized Draco was just frowning at the camera.

'Are you stupid, Potter?’ He turned to stare at Harry, reminding him of how close they were.

'Why?’ Harry gulped, looking everywhere but at him.

'That’s your idea of a funny face?’ A crooked smile formed in Draco’s lips, paired with something wicked in his eyes. Before Harry could stop him, Malfoy reached out and grabbed his glasses, putting them on his own face.

Another picture was taken while Draco tried to impersonate him. Harry couldn’t help bursting out laughing, Malfoy so unrecognizable wearing his glasses the whole thing seemed too absurd to be taken seriously.

Tears still streaming down his face, Harry opened his eyes to find a small smile on Draco’s lips. The black old frames constrasting with his bright grey eyes and blond hair looked almost… innocent. Harry shouldn’t be thinking that, he shouln’t even be there in that small cabin with him, but the second the blond burst out laughing too, the sound covering Harry’s loud heartbeat, he forgot why Draco Malfoy couldn’t be something else for him.

Another picture was taken before Harry pulled the man towards him and kissed him on the lips.

It took Draco a few seconds to kiss back, his eyes falling shut and lips opening to allow Harry to deepen it. It was, in some way, like a first kiss, the wamth radiating from Draco’s mouth reaching the bottom of Harry’s belly, warming every inch of his body.

They parted, eyes still closed.

‘Harry’ Draco whispered, his tone low and needy.

Harry gulped again, licking his lips which were still millimiters from the other’s. ‘Let’s go back to mine’

‘Did you forget we live together?’

‘I’m trying to flirt here, you git’

Harry chuckled, holding Draco’s face between his hands and kissing him again, softer this time.

‘Let’s go home, Draco’

The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jengkook

Genre : Fluff, romance,comedy,implicit language,sexual innuendos
Pairing:Jungkook x reader
Length: 29K words
Summary : This is a series based on all of your first times with jungkook, from your childhood till adulthood

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7

PART 8


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THE FIRST TIME YOU CONFESSED TO EACH OTHER

2 days ago, Lusty&Nancy Bar, L.A, 00:42 AM

The scent of alcohol and smoke was heavy as Jungkook was drinking his last shot of martini before collapsing on her lap. She chuckled as she ran her soft fingers through his raven hair. Those majestic looking lips, that gorgeous nose and long lashes, could drive any girl insane at his sight, but only one girl could drive the latter over the edge. He untied his tie as he dropped it on the cold ground before making himself at home, sleeping on her lap. Jungkook was never completely drunk, but had this tendency to collapse at random moments and wake up randomly just to take off his clothes. He sniffled a few times before grabbing onto the soft hand that was caressing his ears.

“I missed you….” he murmured half coherently “…Y/N”

The girl’s face fell into a scowl as she heard your name coming out of his beautiful lips, one more time. Every time, it would be the same story. He would hit her up, they would talk for a few hours and he would end up drunk, sleeping on her lap. Who was she? His business partner Park Sooyoung. Tall, brunette, pretty and a bright future ahead of her. She made heads turn by her presence only. Being a year older than Jungkook, she often talked informally to him even if he was her superior. She never had any feelings towards the boy, but she couldn’t help but feel irritated every time he mentioned your unknown name before casually sleeping on her lap.

“Y/N… I really wonder who she is, for turning him into a mess” she sighed

“Sooyoung-ssi” Jungkook’s eyes suddenly sprung open “Do you think she still remembers me?” he unbuttons the first buttons of his dress shirt “Sometimes, I keep on wondering… if she actually cares about me?”

“Jungkook, I would like to give you an answer but—“

“It’s Mr. Jeon for you” he pointed at her before erupting in a fit of giggles “We’re still workmates remember?”

“Right… only workmates” she clenched her fist

“Mr. Jeon sounds like a sexier title as well. Right? How about Director Jeon?” he ran a hand through his hair before crouching his shoulders “That’s supposed to be my future title…” he grabbed her hand in his “Do you think I can do this?”

“I think the question should be: Do you want to do this?” she replied in a heartbroken tone

“You are right…” he laid his head back on her lap “What do I even want?” he laid the back of his hand on his forehead “I just want to go back home” he felt a tear slipping from his eyes

“Should I bring you back home?” Sooyoung smiled at him

The word home had a different meaning in Sooyoung’s suggestive context

….

Today, Dorms at Seoul University, 12:32 PM

You were sipping on your lemon tea as it was the start of a new semester in your area. You and your friends were about to have a blast for the last remaining weeks of summer before tackling another stressful term. It might’ve been your second year at Seoul University, but you never felt more than welcomed whenever stopping by campus. You’d usually go back home during the summers and get back to the dorms during the school year, but this year it was quite different, as you had to get back to the dorm earlier. Something about a change of roommates was occurring in your department. The dean’s daughter made a fuss about wanting to change rooms so they had to rearrange the rooms. Knowing that you were the only scholarship student in the residence building, they chose to make you move out to make more space for the new tenant.

“That little brat, I swear to god, she’s so spoiled and idiot” Jimin groaned as he watched you pack your belongings

“Don’t say that, Jimin” you nudged his arm “I mean, she does have a right to do this. She’s still the dean’s, one and only daughter.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that her IQ is lower than Hoseok’s grades. I despise people of her type the most”

“Why do you hate on her so much?”

“Because she ruined your summer! You had to get on a 3 hours train ride to pick up your stuff Y/N. Why can’t you realize that she’s an annoying brat? She purposely made you move your ass from your vacation break to come in town.”

“She probably didn’t mean it that way! I actually decided to drop by in advance, so stop it” you patted his arm

“Still doesn’t change the fact that you need to leave your room” Jimin rubbed his temples “Damn you, stupid Park Chaeyoung”

“I always thought she had something for you though…” you raised a brow at him “Like a tiny crush?” you winked

“W-What?! Whoah, that’s the best joke I’ve heard in a century” Jimin flushed a slight tint of red “Girls like her are what I want to avoid the most.” He scoffed “In the last two years I’ve lived on campus, I never saw a girl as whiny and as spoiled as her. Do you realize that her majesty has a personal slave that holds her goddamn haute couture Gucci bag? Even Taehyung who owns the whole Gucci collection doesn’t do that kind of shit”

“But still, she asked nicely” you replied “It’s her last year before leaving for Ireland. That’s the least I can do to help her, as a student”

“That’s the problem with you Y/N” Jimin pointed at you “You’re way too f*cking nice to be real.”

“Come on, it’s just a room” you rolled your eyes

“You’re moving to the science department dorms! Do you realize how creepy most of these guys are?”

“I always thought they were brilliant though “you grabbed your clothes “Namjoon Sunbae is such a cutie. He was the best T.A I ever had in my years here”

“Namjoon is an exception, I’m talking about the weird guys who are in the engineering department. They always become weird as f*ck around finals.” Jimin sighed “They apparently become crazy because of their work load. Take Yuta for example! He didn’t even last a semester in there! He gave up halfway and changed programs” He sighed “These poor beings.”

“Oh, are you talking about those weird rumors of them being perverts? The boys who are taking engineering at Seoul U, are cute though, well that’s what I always thought” you commented “They’re not crazy”

“Okay yes, they seem all normal, but that’s because you’re a girl. They won’t show you their real nature” Jimin pressed his back on the wall

“What about you? Mr. Psychology. Stop digging too far inside my brain with your manipulative talks” you stared at him

“What are you talking about?”

“Why are you so concerned about me, talking to the boys in engineering?” you raised a suspicious brow “Is it Jungkook who told you to look out for me, again?”

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Emotional Cheating

“Hiya love.”

Harry greeted from the doorway of your shared bedroom, his eyes looking discreetly at the clock that stated it’s 1 AM in the wee hours of morning.

“Told you not to wait up for me.”

He took his polo off that was slightly damp from his swear along with his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, going to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, feeling the extra fatigue come to his system once he felt fresh from having been tired in the studio and having a few drinks in the bar.

He went to your side of the bed and pressed a kiss on your cheek, a downgrade of what used to be a long kiss on your lips or a hug in where he’d nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck, completely inhaling your scent before pressing little kisses.

“How was your day?”

“’S good, finished some backing vocals. Had a few drinks with Nick and Kendall.”

Your stomach slightly felt queasy at the mention of her, but the feeling lifted for a second to realize that Harry’s your boyfriend, not her’s.

You weren’t blind to not see the older pictures of Harry and Kendall every time you scrolled down your feed of any social media account, nor the times Hardy made clear and evident that she was just a friend yet with him being a bit more talkative when she was there.

Yet deep inside you, you had the assurance that Harry loves you, yet not eaxactly as much as expressive as you are.

“You tired, baby?”

You asked, your hand going through his hair which made him release a sound of comfort, his head pressed upon your palm, humming out an answer you expected.


“Baby!”

You immediately relaxed once you heard Harry’s voice the moment he accepted your call, the bass of the loud music as his background not going unnoticed.

“Where are you, love?”

“O — oh! I forgot to tell you this morning! It’s Kendall’s birthday today!”

The plan of spending a special night with Harry crumbled underneath your fingertips, making you take a deep breath to control yourself.

It was supposed to be a night to be spent completely between the both of you, especially now that you were promoted a rank higher in your job, something that you’ve hoped for ever since the start.

“What time are you going home, H?”

He hummed, the image of Harry probably looking at his watch striking in your mind, making you wait anxiously.

“Maybe a few minutes after midnight? And Y/N, baby, I told you not to wait up for me. ’S the reason why you’re always tired in the morning.”

“God forbid I get tired, Harry. Wish her a happy birthday for me, will you?”

“Will do, love,” he almost shouted since he couldn’t hear himself through the music, the sound of his name being called by probably one of his friends being heard by the both of you.

“Okay. I love y-…”

You were cut short with the line being completely dropped, upsetting you maybe a bit more than it should, making you turn your attention to the drink in front of you.


“Cheating. They call it emotional cheating.”

“What?”

Harry’s eyebrows immediately furrowed from what you were saying, stopping himself from putting some clothes in his duffel bag that would last him for a day and in his toiletries, his attention completely turning towards you whose arms are crossed and standing in the doorway.

“Love, what the hell are you saying?”

He asked, nearing towards you and putting his hands on your shoulder, a concerned look on his face.

“Is this about your birthday tomorrow? Baby, I told you I would make up for it. You know I promised James I would come to his baby shower. Which happens to be in a yacht for a day.”

“Harry.”

“Y/N.”

“I would be lying if I tell you that I didn’t notice how invested you are in Kendall. Every time you see her, the picture; the conversations.”

Harry breathed out since he noticed you lately of you changing your habits slightly, of how your eyes looked tired.

Yet beyond that, he didn’t seem to notice on how much you compromised. On how much you adjusted your life around him so you could be simply with him.

“Love, it just happens that James invited Kendall too. It isn’t my decision.”

You stared at your feet, feeling the hollowness in your heart for what felt alike in the past few months, your hands being put on top of his shoulders.

“You love me, right?”

“I do.”


It was obvious.

The moment Harry appeared on the door from the night after James’ baby shower, he already knew that you knew it.

And in fact, you already knew it, if it wasn’t for the people tagging you on posts numerously that your phone blew up with notifications, nor the text James sent saying that he’s sincerely sorry because if he knew, he wouldn’t invite either of them and even scold Harry.

He was looking at you expectingly, the tears already flowing out of his eyes as his heart dropped on the sight of you sitting silently on the couch, cussing himself silently of how much he messed up.

“Please say something.”

His voice cracked, pleading for you to say anything, whether it would favor him or not because at that moment, the silence was killing him slowly. He knew how well you could give a silent treatment and remembered a promise to himself long ago that he wouldn’t cross you again because he hates it.

He hates every single bit of it.

“That’s a nice birthday present.”

His heart tightened of what she just said, regretting the things he’ve done faster than when he did it, fully knowing that you can’t and you’re not looking into his eyes.

“I’m giving you a choice. So you wouldn’t think of me as being selfish.”

You stood up, looking down the floor until your feet was a good ruler away from his shoes, making it as a basis so that you wouldn’t get close to him.

“Five days. First choice is I stay here and not talk nor do anything that has to do with me interacting with you. Second is that I stay in a hotel and we could talk. On the phone, one call. Five minutes a day.”

“Love-…” Harry cut himself short, clenching and unclenching his fist at the weight of the moment he carries.

“It would kill me to not either see you nor talk to you.”

You wanted to fight him with what he said, but you took off the urge, your gaze still fixed on the floor.

“Pick.”

Harry gulped, desperately wanting to fix what he caused in the first place.

“Y/N-…”

“Fucking pick.”

He knew it. He knew it better than anyone should to not break your trust. Especially when you cussed at him while fighting. And yet again, he brought it upon himself. The both of you suffering.

Harry hiccuped out his answer amidst his tears, feeling the pain sear right through his seams that he felt shitty to say the least.

“Second.”


Would he use his five minutes now?

It was less than thirty minutes after you left the house on the same day he went home, bringing yourself and nothing else but your car, your keys, your phone and your cash.

You figured that you would buy clothes in the mini boutiques the hotel has once the air gets too suffocating in your room.

You figured that you would rely on the hotel’s complimentary incentives for the toilteries.

You figured that you would have a drink or two from the mini bar they consider that’s in their mini refigerator.

Harry thought of it for a moment if it would be a good time to use his five minutes. Even better is what’s he going to say.

Your commitment is hanging on by five phone calls he’s going to make, your judgement, and maybe includes his prayers for you to be back on his arms.


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The prologue + first chat of V route is a gift

This is a second part of my fic about Mike and his dad that I posted a few days ago, you can find the first part in my writing tag (allie writes). I’m thinking about writing a third part with a bit of a Mike and Hopper bonding too. Anyway, enjoy!

_________

Ted Wheeler left on the day of his son’s fifteenth birthday.

It was a warm Saturday, June evening. The whole party, Steve, Nancy and Jonathan, gathered in the basement, with the exception of El, who was yet to come.

‘Okay, so you guys are going to teach me that nerdy game of yours today, right? ’ Steve asked, throwing a chips into his mouth, and focusing very hard on pushing away the remains of hurt he felt when he looked at Nancy and Jonathan.

'Its a very serious board game! If you’re going to be a part of the party, you need to take it seriously!’ exclaimed Mike, deeply offended.

'Whatever you said, birthday boy. ’ said Steve, raising his hands defensively. As soon as he said it, the doorbell rang and Mike jumped up, nearly knocking the D&D table over.

'I… Uh… I’ll just…’ he stammered, trying to smooth down his button-up navy blue shirt his mom made him wear.

'Just go already, Romeo!’ Dustin grinned.

Mike rolled his eyes and nearly ran up the stairs. He approached the front door and took a deep breath. He felt ridiculous, still feeling this way everytime he was about to see her, but he couldn’t help it.

The door opened and Mike thought he must have looked even more ridiculous than he felt.

El was wearing a black 'The Clash’ t-shirt she got from Will and Jonathan for her fourteenth birthday, tucked into a dark red knee-length skirt. Her curly hair that reached her shoulders now were neatly braided on one side, leaving the rest of the hair wild. She was smiling softly, looking up at him with her doe eyes.

He forgot to breathe for a moment.

'El. ’ he said breathlessly, feeling a stupid grin grow on his face.

Hopper, who was standing next to her, holding a big package, cleared his throat. Mike looked at him, blinking.

'Uh, hi Hopper. ’

'Hi kid. ’ Jim grinned slightly, shaking his head at the teenager. 'Happy birthday.’

He handed Mike the package. The boy took it, and huffed. It was surprisingly heavy.

'What’s that? ’

'How about you find out and chief comes in for a coffee and a piece of cake? ’ said Karen, who appeared in the doorway.

'I should get going Karen, I’m on a diet, and I have… ’

'Joyce’s here too. ’

Jim scratched his head. El shot him a knowing look, nudging him with her elbow.

'I guess a piece of cake won’t hurt. ’ he grumbled and followed Karen to the living room shooting a warning look at Mike, but smiling lightly at the same time.

'Happy birthday. ’ said El, standing on her tiptoes and kissing his cheek, her lips lingering on his warm skin for a few seconds. Her hands rested on his arms, fingers gripping his shirt lightly. 'And stop growing.’ she huffed.

He chuckled lightly, kissing the tip of her nose, which she scrunched up adorably.

'Open your present. ’

He kneeled down and lifted the lid of the box, looking inside.

'No shit!’

'Michael!’ his mother reprimanded from the living room, but Mike just looked up at El.

'This is so cool!’

Inside there was a brand new brown typing machine.

'So you can write your stories.’ El said shyly. 'Is it like the one you wanted?’

He didn’t respond. Instead, he stood up and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. Due to the growth spurt he experienced during last year, her face was buried in his chest, but at times like that she didn’t mind the height difference at all.

'Thank you. ’ he breathed.

'You guys coming or are you going to suck face here all night?’ Dustin’s voice interrupted, as their impatient friend came up from the basement. 'You look totally bitchin’, El. ’ he added, grinning at her. She grinned back, pulling back from Mike, who made a face at Dustin and grabbed the box.

'I, uh… I’ll be right back, okay? I’ll just take this to my room. ’ Mike said. 'You guys go ahead. ’

El glanced at him, sensing that he was a little uneasy, but decided to talk to him about it later, and went down with Dustin.

Mike carried the box to his room, and then entered the living room.

'Mom… Did dad call, or something? ’ he muttered awkwardly, trying to avoid looking at Joyce and Hopper. 'I mean… He stayed in work longer, right?’

Karen nodded, looking at her son with concern.

'Do you wanna wait for him, with the cake?’

Mike gripped a button of his shirt between his thumb and index finger, pressing his lips together.

'No. Just… Can we just have it now?’

'Of course. ’

He marched towards the basement, stopping before he reached the stairs. He pressed his forehead against the wall, breathing in deeply and wiping a stray bit of moisture in the corner of his eye.

I don’t care.

I do not care. The same way he doesn’t care.

I do not care.

Straightening his back, he walked down.

Holly joined the group, insisting she was going to braid Max’s hair. The redhead really wanted to protest, but it took one smile and a dash of 'Wheeler charm’ and there she was, sitting on the floor while the six year old fiddled with her fiery strands.

'Look, Mikey!’ Holly exclaimed, showing him one of the two braids she was making.

'This is really pretty Holls. ’ he smiled at her, suppressing the storm inside his head.

For them. You’re a damn happy fifteen year old. You are. Act like it. You don’t care. He doesn’t have to be here for you to be happy. You never needed him anyway. He never really wanted to be here for you.

'Mike? Hey, Mike?’

'What?’ Mike looked at Lucas.

'You spaced out again. You alright, man?’ his friend had a concerned look on his face.

'Yeah, sorry.’

'Do you have that character sheet you made for Steve?’

'Character sheet for… oh, sure. Wait a sec. ’ he approached the shelf, taking his DM notebook and rummaging through it. 'Yeah, here it is. Steve the Fighter. ’

He presented the page to Steve. He scanned the text and his eyes grew wide. ’

'That’s so cool! And I have a spiked bat here too! And I…’

'Act like a seven year old? ’ added Max, grinning at him from her spot on the floor. He showed her his tongue and grinned to himself.

'Thats real cool. Thanks, Wheely. ’ he ruffled Mike’s hair.

Mike smiled despite himself and felt the urge to laugh.

He, Mike Wheeler,was turning fifteen, and was about to play Dungeons and Dragons with Steve freaking Harrington, who somehow managed to unofficially become a honorary older brother to all of them. Among many strange things that happened during last few years, this was possibly one of the strangest. Despite everything, though, Mike decided to be a normal teenager and let go of the things that kept him from enjoying his own birthday.

And for a while he succeeded. They were laughing, playing, listening to music that Jonathan brought. He was holding El’s hand under the table, and she was resting her cheek against his arm. Steve was engrossed in a game even more than the boys, El, who already grasped the concept was getting really good at it, suprising all of them, Max, sporting two glorious braids, teased Mike endlessly when the description parts about 'El the Mage’ turned out to be way longer than the others, Holly, Jonathan and Nancy watching them from the couch, Holly braiding Jonathan’s hair now, to Nancy’s amusement.

Then the cake was there, and he was blowing out the candles, and he could almost feel like he was truly, fully okay.

But then, there was shouting. It was his mother, easily heard from the basement, yelling at her husband for not being there for his son’s birthday. There was yelling, endless yelling, and somehow Mike ended up hugging Holly, who was frozen, scared. She did not understand.

'It’s okay, Holly. It’s okay. I promise. ’ he whispered to her, turning to the only thing he was even slightly good at. Helping. He had to help Holly, he had to be there for Nancy. He didn’t matter all that much, he just needed to make them okay, he needed to make his mom okay, he needed to…

There was silence, dead silence, broken only by his quickened, uneven breath, Holly’s sobs and Nancy’s sniffling. The rest was frozen, unsure what to do or say, Jonathan and Will looking at each other with way too much understanding of the situation, their memories still fresh.

The silence carried on.

He needed to do something, say something, be a man in a boys body, like his father always expected him to but never believed he could be.

And as he passed Holly into Nancy’s arms, with Steve, a concerned look on his face, trying to distract the little girl with his brand new D&D piece.

Mike ran up the stairs, ignoring the calls of his friends.

He came to face his father, a suitcase handle in his hand.

'Dad…?’ he asked, suddenly out of breath, feeling like Troy had just kicked his stomach again.

'Happy birthday, son. ’ Ted said, putting a hand on his arm. His eyes were empty, with just a spark of some sort of guilt hidden deep in them.

And then there was a car being started, driven away. And Mike wasn’t okay. Mike Wheeler was not by any means okay, and the realisation came crashing down on him so quickly he felt the wave of breathtaking panic fill his lungs, felt his hands start to shake, and his chest shook with soundless sobs.

He didn’t even bother to close the door after himself.

They find him at the quarry two hours later, staring at the water reflect the moonlight, his eyes red and puffy, his tall, lanky form shaking.

El is the first one to reach him, having nearly jumped out of the car before it even stopped. When her hands get a hold the sides of his head and her forehead is pressed against his own, he crumbles to the ground, fresh wave of tears breaking the dam, leaning against her and clinging to her as if he would fall apart if she didn’t hold him together.

'I’m sorry I’m so sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so so sorry’ he kept repeating, sobbing against her arm as she held his head against her chest, his shaky breath brushing her collar bones, her pressing her lips to his hair, her eyes tightly shut. His hands grasped the back of her shirt desperately as he cried.

'It’s not your fault. Not your fault.’ she said, trying to make him understand, the same way he tried to make her understand all those years ago in the same place.

And then there is Nancy, holding them both, crying against her brothers arm, Jonathan, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Steve, Max… All off them ended up huddled close together.

They sit like that for a long time, until the cries are only silent echoes, and the warm wind kisses their faces as if to comfort them and dry their tears.

@maxmayfield @shattered-quill @ale-le-me @themikewheelers @mxdmax @dadhopper @lucassinclairstan @bob-newby-superhero @poolamp @alabasterswriting

It’s An Older Sibling Thing

Characters: Dean Winchester x Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader

Length: 1469+ words

TW: Mentions of drug dealing, prostitution, and child abuse

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m posting this so late! I literally wrote this the night I signed up for the Challenge, but completely forgot about it ;; This is for @not-moose-one-shots 6K Writing Challenge! Congrats on 6000 followers, boo! And thank you for hosting the Challenge. This is my first time joining a Challenge, and I’m so glad I did it! 

11.  “He must pay well.”


A low growl erupted from your throat as the demon took your laptop from your backpack. Two days. It’s been two days since you were kidnapped, and tortured.

“You hunters think you’re so smart,” the demon taunted with a smirk. You looked over his shoulder, realizing that he was tracking Dean’s location. It was the same technique that every hunters used when you needed someone’s location- all you needed was their phone numbers. “We’ve picked up a few skills while being hunted.” He laughed with a wicked grin. “Now, c’mon. We’re gonna pay the Winchesters a little visit.” He raised his gun, and knocked your skull with the butt of it.

When you came to, you realized you were laying on a motel bed, the yellow lighting being too bright for your eyes. You groaned in pain, trying to assess your surroundings. The binds that were around your wrists and ankles were gone, and you felt the uncomfortable feeling of gauze and tape around your injuries.

“Easy, Y/N,” a voice rumbled from the other bed.

“Dean?” you called, turning your head to face him. His jaw tensed as you looked at him with confusion on your face. The motel room was a mess as if a hurricane went through it.

“That’s what happens when you lead a demon to our room,” he sniped, seeing you look around the room.

“What do you-”

“The demon you brought here.”

“Brought here?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N.” Dean rolled his eyes. “We know you told him our location in exchange for your life.”

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{PART 5} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; You’re hesitant to reveal your painful past to Jungkook, but time gets cut dreadfully short when Jungkook excuses himself upon receiving an interesting phone call.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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Three’s Company (Part 2): A Friend in Need

Title:  Three’s Company: A Friend in Need

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary: After breaking up with your fiance, you’re forced to move in with your twin brother, Bucky, and his best friend and roommate, Steve. Living with your brother is one thing. Living with the man you’ve harbored a crush on for the majority of your life is another. What could possibly go wrong?

Part 1

Characters: Steve Rogers, Female Reader (Y/N Barnes), James “Bucky” Barnes, Brock Rumlow

Word Count: 2355

Rating:  PG-13

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, drinking, canon typical violence

Author’s Notes:  This is my first Marvel series and AU. I write SPN on @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog. I drew inspiration from the television show “Three’s Company,”  the movie “What’s Your Number?” and a bunch of other things. Thank you to the amazing @mamapeterson and @climbthatmooselikeatree for helping me - beta work, bouncing ideas off of them, and overall encouraging me.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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Masterlist

A lot more new and updated compared to the last one!

Writing is not ranked from newest to oldest. Also categorized by the 5sos boy. I suddenly got disappointed and lazy on myself so yup, shitty me started on Lego Blocks. So please do expect some pieces that don’t have descriptions and are not categorized by the time they were posted.


Oh and I’ve just realized that once you click SOME hyperlinks here, you’re gonna be automatically redirected to Safari or generally a browser because, Tumblr. So yeah, click this.


And yes, I did exclude some pieces of my writing from here because they’re just full of shit.


Last updated : November 26, 2016


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Ashton

“You promise?” - Ashton worries about he’ll end up just like his father in terms of being a father so you assure him he’s not.

Eighth Month - how Ashton reacts, especially when you’re on your eighth month of pregnancy.

“Sorry.” -  Ashton’s slowly getting irritated since his girlfriend Y/N has already developed a habit of saying sorry way too much.

Ours - “How long would you keep doing this? Never letting go of our daughter?” You playfully asked.

Park Dates - Daddy Ashton forgets to take his daughter in a park date for the second time in a row.

Facade - behind Ashton’s facade of portraying to be a really happy person, is a dull life that only you, as his psychiatrist and the boys would know about. *slight trigger warning*

Long Way Home - Ashton takes the long way home in hopes of fixing his relationshi with you before he drops you off to your old flat, one last time.

Art Student!Ashton - he’s falling apart and it’s his fault.


Calum

Cool, right? - Calum’s idea of a family day which kinda turns out as a flop.

Eighth Month - how Calum reacts, especially when you’re on your eighth month of pregnancy.

Insomnia - you have insomnia and forgot to pack your medicine, causing the boys to have a competition on who can make you go to sleep first.

Baby Bump - Calum just really loves perching his hands up your baby bump.

nicotine - based from P!ATD’S song, ‘Nicotine’.

Talk to Me - Calum forgets to go on the date you were really looking forward to since he was drinking beers at Luke’s apartment.

Art Major!Calum - you helped Calum on boosting up his calligraphy skills since he sucks at it and one thing leads to another.

Not Now, Not Ever - Calum suddenly sobers up from his drunken state at the mention of you stating that you’re officially done with his antics.

Late - different writing style I was experimenting with.

“I have no energy to even talk to you.” - Calum cheats.

Good Luck Charm - you’re Calum’s good luck charm.

Masterpiece - Calum does something for your birthday which involves you being the masterpiece.

Weakling - both you and Michael decided to annoy Calum and Ashton at thr gym because why not?

Sweater Paws - he does this thing.

Cooties - he’s really shy around you that it’s like you have them.

Pregnant - slight trigger warning!

Monster - trigger warning!

Broken - he takes his wife which is you, for granted.

Flowers - he stops on giving them, which leads to something else.

History  - he was a complete idiot.

Petty - Calum’s petty.

Body Language - “Just know that I do love you.”

Buzzcut - Calum would get a portion of his hair shaved until it ends up as a buzzcut for every insecurity you would point out. *trigger warning*

Missing - “Hey PA.”

“I’m okay.” -  Calum and Y/N hate each other and Calum takes it too far by blaming Y/N for everything bad in the world during a fight.

Here - *trigger warning*

Here - Calum hates timezones.

No Reason -  plus-sized piece of writing that lives up to its label and shouldn’t be overlooked.

Night! - an upgrade of Period, the request I got for Luke.

Holiday - he’s nervous as fuck.

Late - he left, without a doubt nor an explanation.

Continue - his original plan.

Long Night - song pref.

“Suits you well.” - literally.

“That smells like me.” - stolen shirts.

“No.” - less talk, more sleeping.


Luke 

Eighth Month - how Luke reacts, especially when you’re on your eighth month of pregnancy.

Okay Then - trigger warning!

Daddy’s Little Princess - Luke lashes out onto his daughter, causing her to cry and make him feel like a shit father.

Twins - You and Luke are twins, and you’re disappointed that he won’t be able to attend to your graduation, but then, he still goes to it nonetheless.

Princess - Luke lashes out and starts a fight with you since you forgot to wash his plaid shirt since you have a fever.

Sneeze - You and your family visits the Hemmings household for the tradition of having dinners in each others’ houses. Luke puts something in a dish that triggers your allergy, and one thing leads to another.

Disneyland - slight smut!

Pregnancy Duties - Luke is sure as hell prepared to be a father.

“I sure as hell won’t.” - Luke refuses to say goodbye and let go of you.

Silent Treatments - Luke hates silent treatments.

“This time, I mean it.” - “By that, you’re hurt.”

“Are these enough?” - “Take care of you, of course. No question ‘bout that love.”

Outcast - you’re the outcast of the school but that was bound to change with Luke striking up a conversation with you.

Crazy - slight smut!

Family - “Welcome to the family.”

Period - you get it unexpectedly while you sleep over at Luke’s, leading into something a little awkward but unforgettable.

Jealous - Luke’s jealous because you’re management team decides on making you fake-date a guy, which is not him.

So Damn Cute - slight smut!

Good Enough - “If I’m not good enough for my own fucking dad Luke, if I cna’t be enough for the one man that was supposed to protect me no matter what, then I will never be enough for you, or enough to make you stay. *somehow triggering*

Mornings - you hate waking up in the mornings without Luke by your side so you throw a little tantrum about it while you’re in the process of convincing him  to stay at home.

Cuddles - FIRST EVER PIECE OF MY WRITING THAT I POSTED HERE :))))

Waste The Night - An unplanned trip a year ago was basically what made you and Luke a couple, and for fucks sake, Luke prayed that it won’t end here too.”

Tired - He smirked, “Husband material, don’t mention it. I already know.”

Powder Power - “Just so you know, Lexie told me that I have the powder power.”

Permanent - “You got a tattoo for me?”

Hold On - you start losing people that are very dear to you, loved one after loved one, and you’re afraid that Luke might be too.

Famous Last Words - Luke’s struggling to fulfill his part in his relationship with you while you pretend to not notice until a misunderstanding happens, which may mend what the of you are now.

“Please tell me this isn’t goodbye.” - “I almost thought I actually lost you.”

Surprise - it’s your birthday.

End Of It - fluff in where your husband of more than thirty years, which is Luke, finds your old wedding dress.

The Nice Guy - Luke has a massive crush on you so he constantly goes to the restaurant you’re working in while you deny your feelings for him, but you jealousy prevails when he brings his ‘girlfriend’ for a PR stunt.

Good - Luke makes a way.


Michael

Eighth Month - how Michael reacts, especially when you’re on your eighth month of pregnancy.

Get Scared - Michael thought you were the shy and girly girlfriend which he was then proved wrong later on. 

Snorlax - Michael uses Pokemon GO as a valid and a legit reason to barge into your house and confess his feelings for you.

Sex Tape - The boys accidentally find the sex tape you and Michael recorded.

Target - Michael bribes his and your daughter, Elle, with ice cream to not tell you that his daddy lost her in Target, which she adorably failed doing so.

Four A.M. - the first chapter of this fanfic that I originally posted in wattpad.

Mr. Toddles - Your fish that’s very dear to you dies, causing you to cry and Michael misunderstands it as something else.

Lego Blocks - Ex-boyfriend!Michael

Ex-boyfriend!Michael -  Ex-boyfriend!Mikey is in L.A and forgets his keys to his flat in another country, he goes to Y/N, his ex-girlfriend in hopes since she has spare keys.

Enthusiasm -  Michael lacks the enthusiasm Y/N deserves every time he’s with her.

Sexually Frustrated - smut!

Bracelets - one of my favorites. Trigger warning!

“I don’t want her to grow up just yet.” - he really doesn’t want his and yours baby girl too.

His First Fucking Word - “This is a fucking weird family.”

Anytime - you need comfort, Michael supplies.

Brother - “You are so dead. I’m gonna tell mom.”

Together - you’re falling for the person you hate.

“You’re making me love you more.” - Michael adores you.

Pause - inspired by Marshall and Lily from How I Met Your Mother.

“That’s today?” - he forgets your birthday.

“Commitment, bitch.” - Michael carries around his and yours baby girl, carrying her diaper bag and grinning with you. He then completely shuts off someone who made a rude remark about it.

Stellar - Michael adores kids.

Viridian Green - unknown to the public’s eye is how Michael truly is once he’s inside these four walls that he considers as home.

Own You - Michael proves to you that your dyslexia doesn’t own you.

“They reminded me of you.” - tour is finally over.

Maybe - you and Michael are exes, warming up to each other slowly but surely to cope up with the fact that you’re his P.A. And maybe,it was bound to change just because of what he said.

I’m open to the possibility.” - that you don’t love me anymore.

Meant To Be - literally hours before your wedded to Michael.


Preferences

Sorry

Baby Names

Bed Love

Nervous

Ticklish


Blurbs

michael as a dad would include

michael giving hugs

whatever you do, don’t try to imagine michael…

giving michael the silent treatment

dating ashton

yeah but

luke annoying you

fights with michael

daddy!luke

imagine Michael groaning out

“It was supposed to be cool.”

Ashton as a dad

ok but imagine this concept

a couple of seconds

after having a fight with calum

princess

yeah but

“Don’t you even dare.”

daddy ashton in the sidelines

calum as a dad

hugging a tired calum

drunk of his ass calum

nights with luke

michael as a dad

stuttering wedding vows


Moodboards

different calum faces

Happy Birthday, Luke! ¾

Happy Birthday, Luke! 2/4

Happy Birthday, Luke! ¼

really happy michael

aesthetic!luke

pouty calum

as per requested

malum lives on forever

hey sunshine

idk why

fluff, i like that shit

really happy luke makes me really happy

this makes me so happy

happy birthday michael

happy birthday michael 2/3

happy birthday michael 3/3

when you know you’ve been right all along


Number Stuff

1. “You don’t know how long I waited for you to burst in those doors and tell that you love me again.” c a l m

2. “She’s beautiful.” c a l m

3. “Fuck you.” c a l m

4. “I wrote a song. And it’s for you.” c a l m

5. “Just please. Just this once. Let me in again in those walls of yours.” c a l m

6. Love Me or Leave Me  c a l m

7. “I’ve grown used to it.” c a l m

8. “It got stuck.” c a l m

9. “Fuck, that’s hot.” c a l m

10. “I can’t help it.” c a l m

11. Always  c a l m

12. “I don’t know what would happen to me if you leave. But I can assure you that I’m not going be the same once you do it.” c a l m

13. “Hey. Wake up.” c a l m

14. “Don’t make me say it.” c a l m

15. The End  c a l m

16. “You made me a promise, daddy. And you broke it.” c a l m

17. “I’m afraid I can’t do that baby girl.” c a l m

18. “Shut up.” c a l m

19. “Sing me to sleep?” c a l m

20. “I’m tired.” c a l m

21. “No matter how much you shut me out, I still love you. And I can’t deny it.” c a l m

22. “Oh my god.” c a l m

23. “I know just the thing, baby.” c a  l m

24. “You’re killing me when you do that.”  c a  l m

25. “What the hell are you doing here?”  c a  l m

26. “No. No. And another fucking no.”  c a  l m

27. “Hey.”  c a  l m

28. “Please?”  c a  l m

29. “She has your eyes.”  c a  l m

30. “This is so sappy I want to cry and kill you at the same time.”  c a  l m

31. “Rubber gloves are just underrated condoms.”  c a  l m

32. I Miss You   c a  l m

33. “Sup homeboy.”  c a  l m

34. “Is that my shirt that you’re wearing?”  c a  l m

35. “Woah. T-that’s hot.”  c a  l m

36. “You should wear my snapbacks more.”  c a  l m

37. “Stop saying that.”  c a  l m

38. “It’s funny. Seeing you again here. Same time, same place.”  c a  l m

39. “Trust me, I tried my best.”  c a  l m

40. Inside Out  c a  l m

41. “It’s so fluffy. I need to stab someone to be punk rock I guess.”  c a  l m

42. “Boo-hoo little bitch.”  c a  l m

43. “I made a playlist. And all of the songs reminded me of you.”  c a  l m

44. “That’s one hell of a good looking pilot.”  c a  l m
45. “You can never be her.”  c a  l m

46. “I’m glad you don’t wear that shit.”  c a  l m

47. “I don’t want to say goodbye. And I never will.”  c a  l m

48. FOOLS  c a  l m

49. “I notice the little things about you. And they make a shit ton of difference.”  c a  l m

50. “Were you just jerking off?  c a  l m


Angst Alphabet


Ships


Quote Stuff

don’t make this a flop

- one


Are these what you call recs?

uno

dos

tres


Associated accounts

@im-cool-ask-my-mom (main blog that I barely use, follows and likes come from here)

@foursevenyearolddorks

@wootwootnewt

@onedirectiondevotee

@five-sauce-incorporated

@fivesaucepreferences-two

(don’t even bother finding the other seven)



Series

I’ll redo and probably continue these ones when I sort out everything, promise.

Tattoo Artist!Michael - masterlist

CEO!Calum - masterlist

Gang Leader!Ashton - masterlist

Divorced!Luke - masterlist

Prince!Luke - masterlist

Stupidly in Love - masterlist


Let’s co-write together!

I’m officially opening a portion in which you can submit any kind of writing, may be an imagine, a preference, a blurb or just of any kind of writing!


Requests are and always will be open :) !


If you do know anything on how to make a masterlist that really is made for mobiles, kindly send me an ask/message me about it. Thank you!


Enjoy reading :)

The Nyma Incident

Alright y’all, here it is. The next installment of the klance YouTuber AU. Honestly,,, it might be a little unrealistic, but I wrote it anyway and @elsiemcclay convinced me to post it,,, so. There’s that. This is technically for Day 8 of whump week, but it’s late. Sorry. But it’s longer than other one-shots in this AU!

It’s finally time to find out what happened with Nyma.

Or that time a fan of Lance’s finds out his address.


When Lance opened the door, he expected to find Keith. The idiot forgot to take his key while running errands on a regular basis, and he was already prepared with a lecture as he opened it. Not to mention that the loud knocking was typical Keith behavior.

Instead, he was surprised to find a girl not much shorter than him, with thick, curly blonde hair and a bright smile. “Hi! Sorry to bother you, but I just moved in down the hall, and I wanted to get to know some of the neighbors! I brought muffins!” she said cheerily, sticking out a hand as she shifted the tray to the other. “I’m Nyma!”

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Here’s My Heart (Part One)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: No, but taken from this post
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Homecoming Spoilers, Food Mention, Kinda Swearing??
A/N: Shoutout to @hands1766 for sending me this post to begin with :)
A/N #2: It’s insinuated that reader uses female pronouns
Part Two Part Three Part Four

Originally posted by zgallagher

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Peter Parker was pretty sure he was in love with you. Ever since the first day of sophomore year, when you had been assigned as his lab partner, he knew he would be smitten for you. You had made a science pun within the first few minutes of class to him, and honestly, what more could Peter ask for?

But then you had become friends, and he had gotten to know you, and he realized there was so much more to you than a beautiful smile and dorky humor. You were generous and kind, and you were shy but outgoing when you were comfortable with someone.

You had grown to be comfortable with him, and Ned, and Peter fell in love with your personality even more. You still made cheesy puns at any opportunity you could get, and while Peter would grimace and say, “C’mon, that was so bad”, he secretly loved them. You laughed in response, knowing the truth.

Sophomore year had come and gone, and the three of you had been attached to the hips. You were your own little group, with Michelle sitting with you guys at lunch but never admitting she was a part of the group.

It was now junior year, and the three (four) of you were as close as ever. Peter was excited to hear that the two of you still had science together this year, and he was hoping you would be paired up as lab partners again. 

And, thankfully, you were assigned his partner. You walked over to him with a bright smile on your face, and Peter’s heart nearly stopped in his chest. It was the exact same image he remembered seeing on the very first day of sophomore year. And here you were, a year later, your hair grown longer and your smile even bigger as you walked towards him. You sat down, and he still stared at you with admiration. You stared at him back, and muttered the same pun that was one of the first things he had ever heard you say to him.

He laughed the same laugh, quiet enough to keep the moment only between you two in the back of the classroom. In that moment, he didn’t know what he would’ve done without you if you hadn’t come into his life a year ago. You made his life lighter, you gave him the strength he needed when he felt like he was failing everyone—the city, his aunt, his friends, and even you.

He was thankful you found out about his powers when you did—the night of Homecoming, when you had helped Ned take down his attacker. He knew he should’ve been more worried about Liz, his date, who he had abandoned to go apprehend her father, but he couldn’t help himself from panicking about you, standing in front of him with an alien weapon in your hand.

“(Y/N)!” He had yelled, rushing over to you as he completely forgot the Spiderman attire he was dressed in. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” 

He pulled the weapon from your hands, placing it on the ground before he rested his hands on your shoulders, and you laughed a little shakily as you looked him up and down. “So, Ned told me you’re Spiderman,” you said in response, and he gasped as he remembered he was in his suit.

“I, uh,” he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t care that it was you who Ned had told, but still. He didn’t want his secret to put you in harm’s way. “You didn’t answer the question,” he said instead, and you smiled.

“I’m fine, Pete,” you had said. “Now go save the day.”

You leaned in to give him a hug, and it wasn’t the first time you two had hugged, so he could tell you were holding on tighter than usual. “I’ll be fine, (Y/N),” he whispered to you, quiet enough for Ned to not hear.

“Yeah, you’re right. You will,” you pulled back from him, his body no longer touching yours. You took a few steps backwards, and he thought he could see a glassiness in your eyes, but you looked down too soon for him to be completely sure.

“Bye guys,” he had said before swinging off into the distance.

That was the night Peter realized he had fallen for you.

And still, many months later, he couldn’t find it in himself to confess. He thought that you felt the same, or maybe he was just reading into things too much. But every time you blushed when he swung his arm around your shoulder when you walked, or when he would catch you smiling at him as he spoke and you would look away quickly when he noticed, or when you would stay awake for him until he texted you that he was back at his apartment after a night of crimefighting, he questioned whether your feelings for him were truly platonic.

He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but he could just tell. It had to be true. He had built himself up into thinking you felt the same way too much that he would crash and burn if it weren’t the truth. He had tried to think of ways to ask you out before his confidence in your feelings could waver, but with every idea that came, he knew you deserved better.

You deserved the best. He needed to give you the best.

As the two of you finished class together with the teacher simply explaining what he had planned for the next year, the two of you parted ways in the hallway to go to your respective classes.

“What do you have next?” You asked him as you walked out of the science lab. 

“Um,” Peter hummed, pulling out his schedule to check. He hadn’t had any time to memorize it due to his Spiderman duties. “History. You?”

“English,” you frowned, a sad look in your eyes.

“What about after that?” He asked, looking back down at his schedule. 

“Gym,” you said, and he smiled, looking up at you.

“Same,” he said, and a smile lit up on your own face.

“I guess I’ll see you there then,” you began to walk backwards, smiling even wider at him. “Bye, Peter,” you said and turned around.

“Bye, (Y/N),” he whispered, more to himself than to you. He needed to tell you. He didn’t think he could take this any longer.

So in his next class, where he thankfully found Ned sitting in a seat in the back, he tried to make a plan. He plopped down in the seat next to Ned, saying, “I’m gonna ask (Y/N) out.”

Ned didn’t look up from his book. He had heard Peter say this on many occasions. “Oh yeah?”

Peter shook his head, although his friend wasn’t paying attention, so he slapped his arm. Ned recoiled, finally looking up while rubbing his arm. 

“I’m really gonna do it this time,” Peter said excitedly, practically jumping in his seat. 

“Alright,” Ned said slowly, still rubbing his arm. “How are you gonna do it?”

“Well, that’s why I need your help,” Peter elaborated. “I don’t know how to do it. But it needs to be special.”

“Special,” an eyebrow quirked on Ned’s forehead. 

“Yes, Ned, special,” Peter replied, exasperated. “So help me out. Do you have any ideas?”

As Ned opened his mouth to speak, the teacher entered the room, announcing her name to the class. Peter sighed, annoyed, but turned towards the front of the class to pay attention.

For most of the class, Peter zoned out, thinking about ideas to ask you out. He thought of a sign, and asking you out in front of the whole school, but he discarded that idea immediately. You never liked having everyone’s eyes on you.

He thought about a cake, or pizza, in the shape of a heart, but he thought that was too cheesy. Although, he could make a pun with the pizza. 

‘I know this might be cheesy, but will you go out with me?’

No. Definitely not. He tried to think of something else.

But with everything he thought of, he knew none of them were good enough for you. Everything was too lame, or it had been done too many times, and none of them were special enough. He wanted to do something special.

Before he knew it, the bell rang. He leaped up from his chair, asking Ned what class he had next. “Gym,” he answered, and Peter smiled excitedly.

“Great, great,” Peter said, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the classroom quickly. “Did you think of any ideas for (Y/N) during class?”

“Wha- no!” Ned exclaimed, pulling his arm away from Peter’s grip. “I was paying attention to the teacher. It’s the first day of school, Peter!”

“Yes, but this is really important, Ned,” he begged, grabbing his friend’s arm again. “Just help me think of something!”

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Ned said, as if it was as simple as that.

Peter stared at him, disgusted. “I said special, Ned. Special.”

The two continued to bicker on their way to the gym, and when they arrived, they retrieved their gym clothes before going to change. Peter finished changing first, and he walked out to see you sitting on the bleachers with some people around you. You laughed at something someone said, leaning forward with your hands on your knees as you smiled widely.

Peter sighed, admiring you. You were beautiful. He didn’t think he would ever get used to your beauty. 

“Hey, Parker!” Peter heard, and he sighed again, this time not in a good way. He turned to see Flash walking towards him, a smirk on his face. His yell caught the attention of a few other people in the gym, including yours.

“What do you want, Flash?” Peter said, aggravated that it was only the third period of the new year and he was already being harassed.

“I’m gonna need to have a chat with your little buddy, Spiderman,” he said, walking closer to him. Peter’s heart began to beat harder in his chest.

“And why is that?” He asked as Flash stopped a few feet away from him.

“He trashed my dad’s car. The thing is completely smashed up,” Flash said with an angry voice, but his face didn’t look bothered at all.

“Yeah, well, that’s not my problem,” Peter replied, and he knew he was asking for it when Flash took another step forward, his eyebrows furrowing.

“What was that?” Flash clenched his hands into fists to threaten Peter.

(He was not at all threatened.)

“I said, that it’s not my problem. I don’t even know who the guy is.”

Flash took the final step forward for them to be face to face, and he tilted his head slightly when Peter stood his ground.

“Hm, you seem to have gotten awfully confident this past summer, Parker,” he stared at him up and down, eyebrows still furrowed. Peter kept staring straight into his eyes. “We’re gonna have to fix that.”

“Hey, guys!” A cheerful voice said loudly, and Peter felt an arm swing around his shoulders. The two boys looked to their sides to see you standing there, a blinding fake smile on your face as you glared at Flash. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing at all,” Flash’s eyebrows were no longer furrowed, and his hands were now unclenched, hanging loosely by his sides. “How are you doing today, (Y/N)? How was your summer?”

It was Peter’s turn to have furrowed eyebrows and clenched fists. He had always known Flash had a crush on you—he was incredibly obvious. But to see him flirting with you now, just minutes after Peter was talking about plans to ask you out?

It pissed him off.

You laughed Flash’s flirting off, not answering his questions. All you said was, “I just came to get Peter. Now, if you would excuse us.” And then you slid your arm from around his shoulders and instead grabbed his hand. Peter sucked in a quick breath of air at the feeling of your fingers interlocking with his.

“He’s such a dick,” you muttered to Peter, and he could only find it in himself to nod in response.

The two of you chatted until Ned joined you, and then the three of you talked until the teacher arrived. Peter was jittery the whole time, still stuck on how to ask you out in a special way. The teacher made his way into the gym, announcing his name before ordering all the boys to pair up and practice sit-ups. Ned groaned as him and Peter jumped off of the bleachers, and Peter laid down on the mat first. Ned kneeled in front of him and held his feet.

“Did you think of anything?” Peter said quietly to Ned as he began to do the sit-ups. He glanced behind him quickly to see you talking with the same people you had been when he walked in. He looked back at Ned, continuing the sit-ups.

“You’ve gotta think of this yourself, dude,” Ned said, and Peter groaned. “If you want it to be special, then it needs to come from your heart. Not mine.”

Peter laughed quietly, and Ned replied with a quick, “Shut up.” He had never heard his best friend sound so sappy before.

Your loud laugh suddenly echoed through the gym. Peter smiled, turning around subtly to see your face. You were covering your mouth embarrassedly, and the girl you were talking with laughed in response. Your cheeks were blush red and you looked down at your lap, not meeting anyone’s eye.

“I’m just saying,” Peter heard you say to the girl next to you. “I think it would be a cute idea.”

“You sound so old!” The girl next to you laughed, and you slapped her arm lightly, shushing her. Your cheeks were still red.

“No, I don’t! It sounds sweet, shut up!” You defended yourself.

Peter smiled at your affronted expression. Ned began to say something to him, but he quieted him immediately. He wanted to hear what you were talking about. Maybe it could lead to a good idea, a special one.

“A cassette tape? Come on now, those were a thing in like, the sixties.”

“Well yeah, but,” you scrambled to find the right words, cheeks growing redder. “It’s cute!”

“I don’t think so,” the girl shook her head. “They’re old.

“Yeah, but it’s like your own playlist, but a physical version. Imagine if someone took the time to create a mixtape for you with songs specifically for you. I would love that,” you smiled dreamily at this point, and Peter’s eyes widened. He looked at Ned, his eyes wide as well.

“A mixtape!” The two of them whispered to each other in unison, and Peter’s face held a triumphant grip.

“Is there anyone you’re crushing on, (Y/N)? Because it seems like it,” the girl smirked at you, and you grew flustered.

“I, uh, what? No, that’s- what?” You stuttered, and Peter’s eyes grew impossibly wider.

Before the girl could respond, the gym teacher called out to the class for the girls to switch to the boys. As Peter and Ned stood up to go sit on the bleachers, you and the girl stood to hop off of them. 

And as they sat down, Peter and Ned shared a glance with each other. Peter still had a grin on his face.

He would ask you out. He would finally do it.

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Hi my dudes. So this was gonna be a one part, short little thing. As you can see, that did not happen. I really really like this one, so does anyone want a second part? Let me know! Requests are open :)

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Wanna Bet? II (M)

Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Tutor!Reader

PART I | PART III

Warnings: SMUT…

Word Count: 2,240

Summary: After you teased Jimin, he’s looking for revenge…

A/N: This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!


As soon as you stepped foot into your apartment you went to the bathroom and took a long, cold shower. While trying to calm down you were thinking why did that affect me so much? you hate that asshole. You thought about how Jimin looked at you when you walked out in the maid outfit, how you could hear his groans from across the room when you bent over, which made you wet all over again. You exited the shower and went straight to your room, not bothering to put your pyjamas on. You got on your bed and opened your bedside drawer, looking for your favourite toy. You grabbed your phone next, setting it on silent so you couldn’t be interrupted, and put it beside you.

You lay back on your bed and started to think about Jimin. The way he pushes his hair back with his hand, the way he licks his lips when he stares at you, the way his abs trail down to that v-line… You were soon a moaning mess. Your earlier thoughts about hating the asshole long gone, and you accepted your want for him.

You didn’t see your phone light up, not when your eyes were closed, head thrown back in pleasure as you neared your high. You also didn’t see your phone shift on the bed from your movements, landing near your ass. Too caught up in your release, you didn’t notice when you accidentally answered the call, allowing the person on the other end to hear you build up to your peak.

“Y/n? Hello? Can you hear me?”, the voice said, but you were too into your pleasure to notice, “Y/n, you forgot your-”

“Jimin!” you moaned out, your release at your fingertips as you played with yourself, moans increasing in volume the closer you were. The person on the other line was now silent, listening intently to you working yourself to orgasm. As you reached your climax, you repeated Jimin’s name like a prayer, thinking about his hands bringing you to your high instead of your own.

As you came down from your high, the person on the line hung up. You sat up, grabbing your phone to come up with some excuse as to why you can’t tutor Jimin tomorrow. You saw you had a received call from him. Curious, you went to call him back and you saw that the call lasted for five minutes. Looking at the time of the call, it was only a short while ago, which could only mean…

“Shit.”

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#10: “I wanted more.”

“You don’t have to go.” you whispered so softly Harry almost didn’t hear you as he was struggling to find his belongings scattered around your room. You watched Harry’s shoulders tense as you reached over and turned on the lamp on your bedside table. Harry let out a sigh as he turned around to look at you. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

You shrugged your shoulders, pulling the covers tighter against your bare chest. “I always notice when you leave.” Harry let out a wince, even though it wasn’t intentional, he knew you were referencing all the nights where he would leave before the sun even came up.

Every time Harry was in town, he found himself getting lost in between your sheets. It became a routine to find him knocking on your door. At first, it was great. The sex was amazing. Harry knew every spot to hit, every place to kiss; he knew your body more than you did.

When you started developing feelings for Harry, everything changed. At least for you. Harry still came around, you guys still had phenomenal sex, but you found yourself wanting more. Every time he left the bed, you wish he stayed. You wish he told you about his day, you wish he told you about the latest song he was working on at the studio. You wanted, no, you needed more.

But you could never tell Harry that. Your feelings for Harry were so strong, you were afraid that if he found out that he would stop whatever was going on between the two of you. So you kept your mouth shut.

Harry just threw his shirt over his head before he turned to look at you. You were staring down at your hands on your lap. Harry bit down on his bottom lip, a sense of guilt overcoming him. He took a seat beside you, causing you to look up at him. “Isn’t your sister’s birthday party tomorrow?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You told Harry about this a while ago. Frankly you didn’t think he was paying attention, nor did you think he cared. You were surprised that he managed to remember. You nodded your head. Harry cleared his throat, “Do you mind if I tag along?”

You couldn’t help the smile that was fighting its way onto your face. “Really? You would want to go?” Harry chucked at your expression as he nodded his head, “Why not? It’ll be fun.” Harry grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him. Your cheeks turned a crimson red before you nodded your head. “Alright,” you agreed. Harry gave you a smirk before he pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”


You were standing outside the club your sister was hosting her birthday party at. You wrapped your coat around you tighter as you glanced at your phone. No messages from Harry. You let out a sigh as you looked around, hoping Harry would pop out of nowhere and apologize for being late. Your sister came up behind you, a drink in her hand. “Y/N? What are you doing out here? Come inside!”

You looked at your sister and looked back at your phone. “I will, I will. I’m just. I’m just waiting for someone. He said he would come tonight.” You let out a sigh as your phone was still bare of any messages from Harry. Your sister pursed her lips together as she stared at you. “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head as you plastered on a fake smile. “Nothing’s wrong! Why would anything be wrong?” Your sister shook her head. She’s seen you hurt many times. She’s seen you cry. She knows when you had a broken heart and tonight, you were glowing with hurt. Although you’ve never told her about Harry, she knew that the “someone” you were waiting for was the culprit of your sadness. Your sister grabbed your hand softly. Your eyes slowly drifted towards her. Your sister gave you a small smile. “Y/N, whoever hurt you and is making you wait up for them…they’re not worth it. You’re worthy, you know that right?”

You let out a sigh as you shook your head. You pulled your sister in for a hug, careful not to spill her drink. “I know. I just forgot for a little bit.”


You looked at the time on your phone. You let out a sigh. You knew exactly who it was knocking on your door at this time. You let out a sigh before you made your way to the door. You opened the door to find Harry standing at your doorstep, his hands in his front pockets. Your mouth set in a straight line before you crossed your eyes and leaned on the door frame.

“I’m sorry, love. I forgot.” Harry apologized sheepishly. You shook your head. “It’s fine. I should’ve known you had better things to do.”

Harry stepped closer to you. “Let me show you how sorry I am, yeah?” He was just about to place his hand on your waist before you took a step back. “I’m sorry, H. I can’t do this anymore?”

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?” You gestured your hands towards the both of you. “Whatever this is…was… I can’t do it anymore.”

Harry took a step forward again but again, you took a step back. Harry sighed, “If this is because of tonight, I’m sorry. I’ll be there next time. Don’t say things you don’t mean.” Harry was looking into your eyes, trying to get a sense of what was going on in your mind but all he saw was sadness.

You took a step towards Harry and placed a kiss on his cheek. “I’m sorry,” you whispered before you stepped back into your apartment. Before Harry could process what was happening, you already closed the door on your face.

You leaned on the door, your arms wrapped around yourself as you listened to Harry knocking on your door repeatedly. You tried to hold back the sob ripping its way through your body. “Love! What happened! What changed!”

You shook your head as your head hung low, a tear managing to find its way out. “I wanted more.”


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“Eddie, baby, where do you think you’re going,” Mrs. Kaspbrak called from the front room.

“Just to pick up my refills, mummy,” he called back as he left through the front door.

Eddie climbed onto his bike and made his way down the streets of Derry, Maine, towards the pharmacy to pick up his plethora of pills, just as he did every other Thursday afternoon. This Thursday was slightly different than normal though, he was distracted. He missed his turn, he forgot to wave to poor, old Mrs. Samuels, and he almost rode right into oncoming traffic. He couldn’t stop thinking. Thinking about that boy who sits in the pharmacy every Thursday waiting for his refills. He’d only been showing up for three weeks now, and Eddie had never even seen him around Derry before. He wore absurd, colorful Hawaiian shirts, glasses larger than his head, dirty black vans, and his hair looked like an unruly mess. He was filthy, but somehow, Eddie was intrigued.

Eddie pulled his bike into the alley next to the pharmacy and slid off the seat. He made his way in through the front door and down the aisle towards the counter in the back.

“Your usuals?” Mr. Keene asked from behind the counter.

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie was nervous today. He’d been picking up these pills for almost two years why was he nervous today? He knew exactly why. He could feel the eyes of someone else on him.

“They’re almost ready, why don’t you take a seat while you wait,” Mr. Keene motioned towards the line of chairs against the wall, and the mysterious boy sitting in them. Eddie turned around to catch the eyes of the boy quickly flicker off of him and towards the hands that were clasped in his lap.

There were only three chairs and of course the boy had to be sitting in the middle of the three, forcing Eddie to choose a seat directly next to him. Eddie took his seat and sat back waiting patiently. He couldn’t help but watch the boy next to him, the way his leg tapped up and down, and how he twiddled his thumbs in his lap, and the constant glances he shot Eddies way. It made Eddie anxious just watching this boy, why couldn’t he sit still? Eddie fiddled with the zipper to the fanny pack around his waist, desperate for the inhaler inside. When he finally got it out he took a deep puff out of it and slowly exhaled while sitting back in his seat. Eddie couldn’t take this anymore. He was determined to figure out who this boy was.

“H-Hey,” Eddie says softly, almost a whisper. He glanced to his left to meet the eyes of the boy next to him. The boy paused a moment, wondering if he was really talking to him. Eddie couldn’t even tell if he had actually said it outloud. “I’m Eddie.”

“Uh, hey, I’m Richie,” he said as he pushed the large brimmed glasses back up his nose. Eddie waited a minute, he hadn’t entirely thought this whole process through. So he came up with something about the only topic he knew, medicine.

“So what are you here for,” he said.

“Atomoxetine,” Richie replied timidly as he looked towards his twiddling thumbs once more. “You?”

That makes sense. Eddie thought. The leg tapping, thumb twiddling, constant eye movement, he has ADHD.

“Oh I’m here for theophylline, and buspirone, and meprobamate and t-”

“Eddie, your refills are ready,” he’s interrupted by Mr. Keene behind the counter. He gets up to grab the bag with nothing but an apologetic glance back to Richie. He hurries through the aisles back out front and heads towards his bike. Just as he was about to leave he was stopped by none other than Richie Tozier.

“Wow Eds, you were really going to just leave me like that? This isn’t the end of good ol’ Richie Tozier,” he beamed while rustling Eddie’s hair.

“Hey, don’t call me Eds,” Eddie said while fixing his hair. The boys attitude had certainly become more energetic since sitting inside and it took Eddie a minute to get used to it. “Where are you even going? I need to get home, my mom will kill me.”

“At least your mom would notice you’re gone,” he joked but Eddie noticed something more behind his words. “Oh, ah, shit sorry, that was deep or something, forget it.” Richie turned to walk away.

“No, uh,” Eddie started. “Uh, I could show you around town, has anyone done that yet?” Richie stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around. Eddie sensed his vulnerability, and his fear of exposing it so soon. His energy level had dropped to even more sheltered than he was in the pharmacy. “I’d like to get to know you,” he almost pleaded.

“No one’s showed me around yet,” Richie sounded distant compared to how he sounded only a few moments ago.

“Then let’s go, Mummy can wait,” Eddie said, wheeling his bike past Richie, hoping he’d follow.

Thankfully, he did. Because after that Eddie Kaspbrak took Richie Tozier all around the small town of Derry, distracting him from his obvious home problems that Eddie was cautious to mention. And at the end of the day, when Eddie walked Richie home, he saw the hurt in his eyes as he realized he’d have to leave Eddie, so Eddie snuck him into his house through his bedroom window. And from that night on, Richie snuck in every night to avoid the homelife he thought he could never escape. Eddie became the escape he needed while Richie became the best friend Eddie had always wanted.