i really hope you guys like this one

Hurricane - Leon Draisaitl

A/N: Okay guys, I’m really really really super proud of this one. I just love it. It is based on the song and music video of ‘Hurricane’ by Luke Combs (x). I hope you like it!

Word count: 1536

A/N: I don’t know, man. Bad stuff as always.

Master list

Originally posted by mcdraii

Hadn’t had a good time
Since you know when

Leon haven’t seen you in what it seems like forever, but maybe that was because you’ve made a huge effort on avoiding him. He could not pinpoint the moment when you went from a-little-more-than-just-friends to you completely shutting him off your life. He doesn’t blame you, he knew he was a dick and he deserves the cold shoulder you are giving him, but he hadn’t realized how much he needed you until you weren’t there.

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Trick or Treat (Part One)

Originally posted by tomshollandss

A/N: Wow I’m really hoping I finish this small series up before halloween!! I really hope you guys like this bc it’s really short but it kinda is just background for the rest of the story soo… Shoutout to the ever so lovely @dej-okay for reading through this for me today!! I love you!! 

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 741 (yikes it’s so short! I promise the following parts will be longer!)


Music was playing through the radio in the small kitchen yet again as Peter was trying to make some kind of Halloween cupcakes May had shown him from Pinterest and (Y/N) was sitting on the counter closeby.

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One more chapter and then the reader is home free. I really hope you guys like the new OC. Any of you who’ve played Dragon Age will know the character he is based upon as Zevran Arainai; dashing, charming, and oh-so-lovely. Enjoy, everyone!

Prompt[s]:  Aaaahhhhh I can’t wait to find out what Loki will do when she doesn’t come home, and who the person in the next cell is

Shit it would be me that tried to be nice but gets arrested instead. My dumb ass 😂😂

Yay! New friends!!

‘The Tower’ (Part 24)

All Chapters // Part 23

Conversation quickly picked up between yourself and the faceless voice in the darkness. Not only was the man amusing and quick-witted, he also was compassionate and attentive, offering condolences for your mother’s passing.

You’d ascertained that his name was Fenrien.

“You shouldn’t feel guilty for their deaths,” Fenrien said warmly. “If anybody else had been in your predicament, they’d have shot those thieves a second time for good measure and left their corpses to hang, with half the tarnish on their conscience.”
“I took a life, Fenrien. Worse still, I took two.” You sighed, realising suddenly how much you’d lamented to a stranger. “I cannot ever be proud of that or feel good about it. I just can’t.”
“A noble attitude, but that was not what I meant. You shouldn’t try to feel good about such things. You should aim only for peace. You protected your mother’s funeral from defamation, and that’s all that matters. Make your peace with it.”

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Coliver 4.04 Coda (more like a headcanon)

“Hey, Connor…”

Connor stopped and turned from the door, he hadn’t even opened it yet. He still had that faraway look in his eyes, like he wasn’t really paying attention, like he was about to use working out as another distraction to something.

Oliver put his wine glass down, followed by shrugging off his cardigan. He already got his run in today, while Connor and Jeff were off doing whatever they were doing… but he had a feeling he needed another one.

“Give me a second.” Oliver went to their room, peeling off his shirt as he went for something more suitable to sweat in. He could hear Connor’s huff of irritation as he changed.

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Which hair? And a Hope (see what I did there haha)
mdianasanders replied to your photo “You guys remember the little boy, Alex, that Hope met at the park next…”

The second one! I really hate that first one (in general, nothing to do with Alex), even on toddlers.

sparkiemonkey replied to your photo “You guys remember the little boy, Alex, that Hope met at the park next…”

left, just say no to beibs hair

elisabettasims replied to your photo “You guys remember the little boy, Alex, that Hope met at the park next…”

I like the one on the left the best.

hellcat1989 replied to your photo “You guys remember the little boy, Alex, that Hope met at the park next…”

I like the second one, it looks soft and wavy lol

jodeebradley14 replied to your photo “You guys remember the little boy, Alex, that Hope met at the park next…”

Say NO to the wig!!!!!

princessdejamars replied to your photo “You guys remember the little boy, Alex, that Hope met at the park next…”

I like the first one the best….it just suits him …the sensitive musician type….I guess….

I have made my decision!  It’s was based off what I have planned for his future and how I wanted him to look right now.  

@sparkiemonkey Beibs hair?  LOL I know who you are talking about but I’ve never head The Wig called that.

elisabettasims replied to your photo “Meep! Hope Delgado is now a teen.  She’s so stinking cute!  She’s a…”

That hair is one of my recent faves too! She’s so cute but, that’s not shocking because her family is cute. She’s got GREAT genetics.

hellcat1989 replied to your photo “Meep! Hope Delgado is now a teen.  She’s so stinking cute!  She’s a…”

She is so stinkin cute!!

I agree!  The hair is my recent favorite and Hope is too adorkable.   

I’m a little disappointed that it seems as if the Vet Career is pretty much like owning a restaurant but the reviewer didn’t seem very knowledgeable about sims or the EP (according to my friend who watched her) so…..will see when it releases.

mypoorfaves  asked:


Okay so I wasn’t gonna post this until tomorrow (today?) but this ask made my night so I’m posting it now and I’ll show you guys the other thing tomorrow. xD;;;

I’m back ✨

So i took awhile off of social media and it’s kinda really changed my veiw on a lot of things. I want to start off saying thank you to everyone who came and gave me love in my messages ✨🌸you guys are so amazing! *lots of kisses* Over the course of a couple days I got to actually take time and get to know myself better. Isn’t it crazy to think that you may not know everything about yourself?! For heavens sake, I just found out that I like knitting 😂I also realized to love myself for who I am and what I have. I still compare myself to others, but that’s a work in progress. I’m really blessed to have all of you here for me and it’s crazy to think that you guys actually enjoy talking to me and reading my posts ☺️💋I love you all and I really hope every single one of you knows how amazing you all are. Stay cute my lovelies 💕🌸✨

I once told a joke about a straight person.

They came after me in droves.

Each one singing the same:

Don’t fight fire with fire.


What they mean is: Don’t fight fire with anything.

Do not fight fire with water.

Do not fight fire with foam.

Do not evacuate the people.

Do not sound the alarms.

Do not crawl coughing and choking and spluttering to safety.

Do not barricade the door with damp towels.

Do not wave a white flag out of the window.

Do not take the plunge from several storeys up.

Do not shed a tear for your lover trapped behind a wall of flame.

Do not curse the combination of fuel, heat, and oxygen.

Do not ask why the fire fighters are not coming.


When they say: Don’t fight fire with fire.

What they mean is: Stand and burn.

—  Stand and Burn by Claudia Boleyn

Guren Ichinose x Shinya Hiiragi // Owari no Seraph

He’s everything I want He’s everything I need (insp.)


A little gift from me!

Here they are! My 100, 200, and 300 followers gifts! I decided to clump them all together into one post like a little bundle. I cannot believe that all of you decided to follow my trash blog, and I am so grateful. Anyways I really hope you guys enjoy this!

- Base Game Compatible

- Custom Thumbnail

- 25 Swatches for All and the cropped sweater has a few stripey patterns :)

Tag me if you use this I would love to see what you do with it!

TOU- Please don’t claim this as your own. Feel free to recolor but don’t include the mesh and give proper credit <3

downloads (no adfly) // Turtleneck / PJs to Work / Sweater

Credits, EA

Pictures of them in game under the cut.


I’m backkkkk (againnn) 

Apparently I have contribute my new works for my dear friend @ke-ne-su at FanExpo 2017 and here are prints and stickers that will be available there at table A372 

If you guys want to meet us feel free to come to our table anytime :D 

Hope you guys like these works. Steven Universe is one of my favorite show and I have a really fun time doing this work :D 


A Shawn Mendes oneshot.

A/N: hi this is cute and I’m dedicating it to my bb @illumninate cause she’s sad and I don’t want her to be!! She deserves sunshine and happiness!! Jealous shawn is the sexiest shawn xoxo

“I was a really dorky kid.”

Shawn and I were laying naked on the hotel bed somewhere in Europe. It was well past midnight, but neither of us knew exactly how late it was, and nor did we care. We were talking about our childhoods in the dim light from the city that poured in through the window, and he was telling me about the extent of his Harry Potter obsession. 

“You still are a dorky kid,” I reminded him. Shawn made a noise of protest and strung his arm out across my face as a form of chastising me. I giggled and pushed it off, intertwining his hand with mine and kissing it lightly. We looked at each other as he tried to fake unimpressed, though his grin was deceiving him. “I’m kidding baby, don’t worry. I bet you impressed all the girls with your extensive Harry Potter knowledge,” I assured him. Shawn shook his head at me, grinning still and giving a small squeeze to my bare sides that made me squirm and laugh. With his hands still on my sides, he brought me towards him, nuzzling his head into my neck. His hair was still a little sweaty from the sex we’d just had, and the silky locks tickled my jaw. 

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Tired Of Being Alone


You didn’t notice anything at first. Initially, you had just thought that he was stressed or tired due to all of his hard work and long days at the studio. You didn’t want to think too much into it. It took you a while, but finally saw how different he had become. He wasn’t the same person you fell for a few short months ago. He was colder, more distant than ever. You’d hoped that it was just a phase he was going through and that he would be back to normal in no time. However as the weeks came and went and those weeks turned into months, you realized that you were wrong, that Harry had become a completely different person.

It was hard to pinpoint the exact moment where everything had changed. It wasn’t that one day he woke up and a switch was flipped, making him turn into someone who was closed off and acted bitter towards you when he was usually so kindhearted and loving. No, it was nothing like that. Rather, it was the build up- the subtle changes that were exactly that, differences that were too small to notice. And when you finally realized he wasn’t the same, all you could do was make excuses for him, for the sake of your relationship.

He slowly stopped writing sweet notes to you before he left for the studio in the early hours of the morning. Which you concluded to be him being excited to get back to work, rushing out of your house as quickly as possible to get back to writing. Then, the usual texts and calls throughout the day became less frequent until they stopped altogether. This you put down as him being busy. You two began to bicker and fight a lot more than you used to, which you put down as you going through the “bumpy stage” of the relationship. Despite this, after a while, you had a hard time coming with reasons as to why your relationship with Harry was going down the drain, and it was even more difficult to try to salvage it.

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Chaptered Fic Rec

A Night Together (Going On and On) by forjimin (Angst, Smut)

+ Where Jimin will show up on Jeongguk’s doorstep with pizza takeout, cigarettes and beer, more often than either would like to admit.

Friends? by theARMYduo (Fluff, Light Angst)

“I love you, Jeon Jungkook.”
“As friends, right?”

Shameless by Diddyk (Angst, Fluff, Smut)

Jungkook and Jimin have been friends for a while now, and it takes nothing but Jimin’s break up with his boyfriend for the two of them to grow closer.
He never actually thought of the fact that he could be gay, but it takes not much time for him to start thinking differently, particulary about one certain male with brown hair, who triggers his curiosity, who makes him question himself about his sexuality.

Butterfly by Superbly_Annoyed (Angst, Smut, WARNING: past sexual abuse mentions, sometimes in detail)

Jungkook thought he’d love college…

He ended up falling for sweet Jimin that has a mysterious past and a blinding smile always ready.

Put Out My Senses by Mintsugakookies (immint) (Fluff, Smut)

Jungkook has possibly the worst luck that any college student could have. But it’s not so bad when he has a cute tangerine-head of a boyfriend by his side.

I’m Not Sorry by bananacookies (Fluff, Light Angst)

Jungkook never would’ve expected a text from a stranger to turn out like this.

(A story in which Jungkook’s lonely, Jimin’s a sweetheart, and Yoongi’s the cat)

Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin by decompositionbooks (Smut, Angst, ABO)

The world didn’t think it was necessary to give him a guide when it shoved all of these omega hormones at him, so here it is, Park Jimin’s handbook on dealing with heats, unrequited love, and Jeon Jungkook.

two sides; same story by namjoone (Fluff, Smut)

Okay, so maybe Jimin thinks his neighbor is hot.

A little.

Okay, maybe a lot.

The Bet by jonghyunslisterine (Fluff, Angst)

Where Jeon Jungkook makes a bet that he can get the notoriously single Park Jimin to sleep with him by the end of the semester.

Needless to say, things don’t go exactly as planned.

Don’t Think, Don’t Speak, Just Smile For Me by Ragi (Angst, WARNING: Physical Abuse)

Jimin’s not entirely certain that he’ll be alive to see his 18th birthday and finally escape from his father’s abuse, but Jungkook’s music keeps him believing that he might actually make it.

On Patrol by Ragi (Fluff, Yoonseok and Namjin included)

Officer Jeon has his eyes on Mr. Adorable.

Officer Min has a strange neighbor he can’t seem to keep out of his life.

Captain Kim finds comfort in his son’s homeroom teacher.

Well, cops need some loving too, right?

Not So Shore

A ‘Mortals Meet Percabeth’ fic, with a twist!!
10k words

“Hey, Kelly?”

Kelly looked up from her biology textbook, blinking at her best friend Olivia, who was definitely not doing the chapter review questions they’d been assigned. “What?”

“Do you think there’s something weird about Percy Jackson?” Olivia asked.

Kelly followed her to gaze to where Percy was sitting at the back of the room, leaning back in his chair. He wasn’t doing the review questions, either - instead, he was staring into the fish tank behind his desk. Kelly couldn’t see his face, but his dark hair was ruffled up and he was wearing his AHS hoodie with ‘Jackson’ emblazoned across the back of it.

“What do you mean, weird?” she asked, turning back around to Olivia.

Olivia shrugged. “I mean, just… there’s something strange about him.”

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dating jungkook would include 💓:

- dates at mcdonald by 3am
- early morning conversations that make your relationship so much more intimate
- “baby, please let me touch your butt one more time.”
- him being completely and utterly entranced by your beauty all the time
- having to remind him that you’re all his because sometimes he gets a little insecure
- cuddling on the daily is basically a ritual for you two
- everyday you spend with him is a new adventure
- teaching him how to braid hair
- braiding his hair and making him cry
- “why are you doing this to me? i thought you loved me” faced ass
- jungkook being the little spoon and always using your chest as his pillow
- gassing him up but then regretting it when he turns into a cocky little shit
- being the couple everybody aspires to be since you both are bomb af
- nEcK KissEs aRe a MuSt !!!!
- jungkook becoming an expert on laying those edges (because i can’t lay mine to save my life :/ )
- not saying ‘i love you’ all the time because you two would know exactly how the other feels
- “i totally understand why you’d want to be with someone as attractive as i am but i really do appreciate it babygirl”

Shelter - piano cover
Porter Robinson & Madeon (cover by gloomstudy)
Shelter - piano cover

july 14, 2017 - the living room sessions, 2/?

hello friends! i reached 4k+ followers last night and ahhh thank you so much everyone!! to celebrate, here’s my mini piano cover of “shelter” by porter robinson and madeon, one of my most favorite songs. enjoy! :’)

**disclaimer (same as last time, lol): i was not aiming to be exactly like the original. instead, i decided to put my own twist on it and gave it a softer vibe (at least, that’s kinda what i was going for, haha). i figured this all out on my own, so any similarities to other covers are purely coincidental.

shout-out to my supporters from my first mini cover. you guys are awesome! @lavietudier, @moonshinestudies, @kookiestudie, @ylittleghost, @dreams-and-memories, @intellectys, @solsticestudies, @akaristudies, @ellastudyblog, @minastudying, @metanoiastudies, @artemistudying, @studytune, @bionctes, @frostyzach, and more!

shout-out to my musicblr friends and other lovely mutuals that might enjoy this little rendition? hope you don’t mind me tagging you guys! @jinstudies, @kawaii-notes, @thatstudyblr-aesthetic, @musicalstudyblr, @libraery, @frondiestudies, @lilithstudies, @seatudying, @jiyeonstudies, @stvdybuddies, @noodledesk, @mango-studies, @kaiistudies, @wastedstudies, @studypride, @designstudy, @medkip, @milkyjournals, @procrastudiin.

much love,

p. s. for those of you who are wondering…yes, i’m still working on my “spring day” cover. hopefully i’ll finish and get a chance to record it sometime soon! thank you for your patience!

little tattoos part ii

this is part two to little tattoos! 

you can read part one here

thank you guys sososoosos much for all the love on this fic. it was tbh a shower thought that evolved into so much more. im so very proud of this fic and i plaN to write another part, maybe two.

so YEAH 

thank you guys so much. it makes me so happy to see that people like my writing. i hope you all enjoy part two of little tattoos <3

summary: a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo exactly like their soulmate

pairing: eddie and richie

words:  2085

Eddie sighed, approaching his house. He really wasn’t in the mood to convince his mom to let him go to Bill’s. He had gone over there seemingly a thousand times over the course of the past three years, but he still had to argue with his mother for at least twenty minutes before she’d let him leave.

His mom still, daily, tried to convince him that he did indeed have an illness; but he knew better.

Eddie’s mother nearly pounced on him when he opened the front door. “Eddie dear, come on, take your pills! You need them!” She said, so shrill it sounded like nails on a chalkboard to him.

He shook his head and got out of her grip easily, backing away and up the stairs. Eddie ignored his mother’s pleas until he shut his bedroom door and couldn’t hear her anymore. The small boy threw his backpack on his bed and threw his jacket into his closet, not bothering to hang it up. Eddie pushed back the door of his closet, finding a reflection of himself staring back. He frowned a little, looking his small figure up and down disapprovingly. Eddie bit his lip, slowly pulling his shirt up and over his head. His eyes scoured every millimeter of his bare chest and back. He thought that maybe one day the universe would decide to give him a tattoo, a soulmate, but there was never anything.

Nothing. There was absolutely nothing on his body, and he hated it.

Why him? Why did he have to have no soulmate? It’s not fair.

Eddie angrily slammed the door shut completely, causing the mirror to fall off the door. It hit the wood floor of his bedroom and shattered into millions of tiny pieces.

“Oh God, oh fuck” He grumbled, going out into the hall closet to grab a broom and dustpan. He cleaned up what he could, which was most of it, praying his mother hadn’t heard anything. If she did, he’d be in the ER before he could even protest or explain what had happened. He went to pick up the last piece and as he stood up to put it in the trash, he clumsily dropped it. Eddie hissed at the sharp pain that went through his hand. A small gash started to bleed on his right knuckle, right under a circular, blotchy birthmark. He swore quietly to himself, going to the bathroom and easily disinfecting the cut. He put a small piece of gauze and a bandage on it, deciding that was alright for now.

Eddie grabbed his shirt and threw it over his head, heading down the stairs quickly. His mother sat in her usual spot in front of the TV. She glanced up and upon seeing her son, she tried to get up as quickly as a woman like her could. By the time she got up and ran out onto the porch, he was gone. Eddie was too fast. He was already outside and on his bike, half a block away. After years of evading her, he learned to get out of the house as quickly as possible.

He arrived at Bill’s about five minutes later, hopping off his bike and propping it up against the side of the house. Eddie strode up to the door and knocked, waiting patiently. Stan answered the door, looking disheveled. His hair was a mess. It was usually a mess, but not like this. His lips were a bit puffy and red.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Glad to know I’ll be the cockblock this evening.” He joked, walking inside the house and kicking off his shoes near Bill’s bedroom door.

Bill chuckled a bit, and Stan shot Eddie a look. Eddie smiled innocently, walking in and sitting down on a beanbag on the floor.

“Eddie!” Georgie yelled, nearly tackling the small boy off the beanbag in a hug. Bill’s little brother was the sweetest kid, and Eddie loved him. The whole Loser’s Club loved him.

“Hey, Georgie! How are you, buddy?” He asked, Georgie, sitting down next to him.

“I’m good! What about you?” Georgie asked brightly.

Eddie nodded. “I’m good,” he said casually.

Georgie looked at Bill and Stan across the room, both of them deep into a conversation about what movie to watch. He glanced at Eddie before giggling. “Billy and Stan think you like Richie.”

Eddie’s heart nearly stopped. Was it that obvious?

He raised an eyebrow, looking at the little boy. “Why do they think that?”

Georgie giggled again and whispered, “It’s a secret.” before running out of the room, still giggling.

Bill and Stan decided on Buffy the Vampire Slayer after about five solid minutes of arguing. They popped the VHS tape and started to watch. About halfway through, Eddie noticed that Bill kept sneaking glances at him. He turned his head and saw Bill looking at him once again. “Is something wrong?” He asked, reaching over and pausing the movie with the remote. Stan looked at Bill and nodded, clearly knowing something Eddie didn’t.

“We know you like Richie.” Stan deadpanned, and Bill smacked his arm.

Eddie frowned. “I do not like Trashmouth! Plus, even if I did, which I don’t, he has a soulmate. It wouldn’t work.”

Bill shook his head. “Y-You don’t know that, E-E-Eddie.”

Eddie stood up. “Yes, I do! I’ve had a crush on that damn boy for years! I know I have no soulmate, I know I have no chance, and I want to stop talking about him so I can get over him.”

Stan looked at Bill. “Told you he’d crack.”

Eddie sighed, sitting back down on the beanbag. He ran a hand through his hair, blowing out air through his nose slowly.

“Y-Y-Y-You should tell him,” Bill stated, glancing at Eddie, who immediately shook his head.

“There is no way in hell I am telling him. Nu uh, no.” Eddie said, shaking his head again.

Stan rolled his eyes. “Just tell him, Eddie! You never know.”

After ten minutes of debate, Eddie finally gave in. He walked into school the next day absolutely petrified. Bill and Stan had convinced him to confess his feelings to Richie and he said he’d do it today. But now that he was actually at school, he couldn’t do it. He found himself reaching for his invisible fanny pack for his inhaler until he realized he didn’t need it.

Eddie walked up to his locker, entering the combo and getting his books out. He felt an arm fall around his shoulder.

“Hey, Eds!” Richie said brightly, pinching his cheek. Eddie slapped his hand off and shoved his arm off of his frame. The smile slipped off Richie’s face, but he managed to keep a small one. “What’s wrong, Eddie Spaghetti?”

“Stop calling me that,” Eddie grumbled, shutting his locker and turning the combination lock to 0.

Richie followed behind Eddie as he walked off, watching as he strode into his English class without a goodbye, and Richie couldn’t understand why Eddie was so upset. He never intended to upset him, if he did, but half the time Richie didn’t even realize he upset anyone.

The rest of that day, Eddie tried his best to avoid Richie. He took different routes to his classes in the hallways, he ate in the library at lunch, and the only place he couldn’t avoid Richie in was gym class. The gym teacher was very adamant about changing into gym clothes and then changing back into the clothes you were wearing. Eddie hated it, especially today, but he did it anyway. He waited until no one was in the locker room, or he thought no one was in the locker room to change back into his normal clothing. He avoided Richie during their class-wide game of soccer and he thought he was home free; he wasn’t.

The locker room door slammed shut and momentarily, Eddie panicked, thinking it was the Bower’s gang. But he panicked even more with the realization that Richie had shut the door.

“Richie, please-”

“No, Eds! I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what I did.” Richie said sternly as if he was scolding him.

“You didn’t do anything, Richie, let me leave, please.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

Eddie shook his head, trying to get past Richie. He repeated his question but Eddie still shook his head.

Richie was getting annoyed. “If it’s not me, then what the fuck was it? Did Henry do something? Did your mom do something? Other than me last night, of course.”

Eddie tried to get past Richie again and he got pushed back.

Eddie groaned in annoyance. “I can’t tell you,” he mumbled, wringing his hands together in a vain attempt to calm himself down.

“Yes, you can.”

“No, I can’t!” Eddie argued, gripping his hands together tightly. His knuckles were turning white. “I can’t!”

Richie was getting mad too. “Yes, you fucking can!”

“Goddammit, I’m in love with you, Richie!” Eddie hissed, feeling his hands start to shake from anger and fear and everything in between. “I’m so in love with you, but guess what? You have a soulmate, I don’t, and I don’t need to intentionally break my own heart!” Eddie ran out past a shell-shocked Richie, knocking into him with his shoulder on the way out. Richie didn’t move a muscle. His eyes were watering and he tried to wipe the water away as quick as he could, but they soon became to be too many tears. Eddie was sobbing. His chest hurt in a way he could never describe. It felt like his heart had literally broken. His chest physically hurt as he collapsed on the pavement outside the school. He grabbed the light blue inhaler that was in his back pocket and took two puffs. His breathing was normal, but he knew he had to leave. Eddie got on his bike and rode home.

Eddie went inside the back door, trying to be as quiet as possible so he could sneak up to his room. He turned the corner and dashed up the stairs, closing his door and propping a chair up under the door handle. He didn’t wanna deal with his mother right now, or anytime at all for that matter. He fell back onto his bed, sighing. Eddie held his hand over his head, studying the cut he got from the broken mirror. It was healing properly and wasn’t infected.

After about thirty minutes of off and on crying, Eddie heard an inconsistent tapping on his window. He tried to ignore it but after five minutes of it, he had had enough. He opened the window with force, just to get hit in the cheek with a small pebble. Eddie narrowed his eyes at Richie, who said “sorry” and put down the few rocks he had in his hand. “Listen, Eds-”

“Leave me alone, Richie. I don’t want your sympathy, I don’t want your pity, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.”

“Just hear me ou-”

“No! I will not hear you out! You’ll climb up here, say you’re sorry and that you don’t feel the same way and that you want to stay friends. I won’t do that. I won’t. Leave me the fuck alone.” Eddie stated, slamming his window shut and drawing the navy blue curtains. The tapping stopped, and he hoped Richie walked away. He laid back down on his bed, glancing over at the wall beside him. Polaroids of him and Richie scattered the wall, along with pictures of the rest of the Loser’s club from a campfire last summer.

“Richie, don’t be an idiot! You are going to burn yourself!” Eddie scolded, getting up to shove him backward away from the fire.

“I’m not an idiot, Eds, I’m a genius in disguise.” Richie retorted, plopping back down onto the grass beside Eddie.

Beverly had taken a picture at that moment and that was Eddie’s favorite polaroid he had tacked to his wall. To this day, Richie still insisted that he was “a genius in disguise.”

Then Eddie remembered what had happened. He felt his eyes water with tears and his vision blurred as he cried softly, eventually running out of energy and falling asleep, face streaked with tears.

Richie had taken a long way home, trying to clear his head. By the time he got back to his house, he had a plan.

But he needed help from the Losers.


thank you so much for reading part two

would y’all like a part three? 

im so down to write it i haVE SO MANY IDEAS


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