lets face it i'm never getting over this movie and that ending ; ;

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  • Halsey: reckless nights, driving around the illuminated city of L.A. / sneaking into old, abandoned motels with your friends that you’re probably never going to talk to again after high school, but you still say the term BFF all night / cigarette filters in tiny liquor bottles, stained with lipstick / chopping off your hair in a bathroom that isn't yours and not cleaning up afterwards / young love and genuinely believing it’s the end of the world when it ends after a week, finally believing the people who warned you / burning an american flag and throwing your more-than-half-full bottle of jack daniels into the flames
  • Melanie Martinez: alphabet blocks spelling ‘go fuck yourself’ / your stuffed animals showing up in places you don’t remember placing them / pastel nail polish that messily gets all over your fingers and hands / old photos of babydolls with a lazy eye and bashed-in faces / finally realizing the grim, origin-meanings of the nursery rhymes your parents read you as a kid / watching tom and jerry on drugs / knee-high socks with lacy tops and rip all along the fabric / getting the big-kid swing all to yourself because no one wanted to go to the park with you / tearing the heads off of your animal crackers and gummy bears
  • The Neighbourhood: standing at the beach at 5 pm, shallow waves crashing onto your feet / burning money you know you need and using it to roll blunts because you want that rich-illusion / driving through california in a white convertible, with palm trees all around you and a girl you just met sitting next to you, while holding her shawl over her head before letting it fly off into the wind / hawaiian shirts and faded, ripped jeans / leaving a small party early and coming home to your expensive suburban condo, falling asleep alone / the ghost of nicotine on your tongue after brushing your teeth
  • Twenty One Pilots: colder weather and leaves fallen off every tree / painting vent-quotes on your walls with black and red paint when you can’t sleep / sitting in the school cafeteria with your childhood best friend, jamming on a ukelele / dark thoughts at night that you turn into poetry / secret handshakes that only you and your soulmate know / scribbling out your monsters with a black pen on a three-hole-punch notebook
  • Lorde: demolishing stereotypes, the popular girls kissing the nerd girls, jocks showing up at theatre class / games of spin the bottle and 7 minutes in heaven / throwing on your drugstore lipstick and fishnets and catching a bus to a sketchy, glow-blog-material club that doesn't require ID / sinking under chlourine-plagued water with your best friend and yelling something, floating up and trying to guess what the other said / going to a house party on a saturday while sticking to white wine and your friend that dragged you there, but ending up actually having a really good time / not giving a shit about sports but going to a highschool football game to get out of the house
  • Lana Del Rey: marilyn-liner and fake lashes / oldies movies playing in the background / emotionlessly breaking expensive jewelry that your ex bought you / loitering at liquor stores until you're asked to leave / getting into a stranger's car solely because they're cute / getting drunk off moonshine and dancing on the pole in the center of the T even though you have no experience
  • Marina And The Diamonds: purposely popping your bubblegum as hard as you can when someone asks you to stop chewing so loud / poisoning a milkshake at a 50's style diner / the sound of pouring a handful of diamonds against a mahogany floor / pastel pink leather jackets with a number of feminism pins all over it / a beautiful bouquet of flowers from all the lovers you met with, 1-5 for each day of the week.
101 fluffy prompts
  • FALLING IN LOVE
  • 001: "You're really soft."
  • 002: "You smell nice."
  • 003: "I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses."
  • 004: "Is it possible to love too much?"
  • 005: "I don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."
  • 006: "I will always be there protect you."
  • 007: "I'm cold. Come closer."
  • 008: "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  • 009: "The stars look especially lovely tonight."
  • 010: "I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before."
  • 011: "May I have this dance?"
  • 012: "I can't stop thinking about you."
  • 013: "You'll never feel alone with me by your side."
  • 014: "Let's get to know each other over dinner."
  • 015: "All I want is you."
  • 016: "I could never leave you, I love you too much!"
  • 017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."
  • 018: "I want to hear you sing."
  • 019: "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you."
  • 020: "You look incredible in that."
  • 021: "He/She's quite stunning, isn't he/she?"
  • 022: "Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you."
  • 023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
  • 024: "I think I'm in love."
  • 025: "I’d like it if you stayed.
  • 026: "People are jerks, but not you."
  • 027: "I'll share the blankets with you."
  • 028: "I have never felt this way about anyone."
  • 029: "I want this to never end..."
  • 030: "Can I kiss you?"
  • LIVING TOGETHER
  • 031: "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks."
  • 032: "Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death."
  • 033: "Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?"
  • 034: "You can put your cold feet on me."
  • 035: "Your stray red item turned my whites pink."
  • 036: "A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you."
  • 037: "There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight."
  • 038: "Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud."
  • 039: "I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on."
  • 040: "Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer."
  • 041: "You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar."
  • 042: "My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on"
  • 043: "We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches."
  • 044: "IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH."
  • 045: "We’re watching Toy Story 3 and we can’t stop crying."
  • WEDDINGS/PROPOSALS
  • 046: "I caught the bouquet"
  • 047: "My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them."
  • 048: "We accidentally got married in Vegas oops"
  • 049: "I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding."
  • 050: "I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to whole proposing thing."
  • 051: "I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me? "
  • 052: "If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life."
  • 053: "Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife? "
  • 054: "May I have this dance, wife/husband? "
  • 055: "You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so happy I can finally call you my wife/husband."
  • 056: "I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed."
  • 057: "This is probably a bad time, but marry me?"
  • MARRIED LIFE
  • 058: "We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. "
  • 059: "Your ‘miracle hangover cure’ couldn’t possibly beat mine."
  • 060: "I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?"
  • 061: "I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong."
  • 062: "I beat you at Mario Kart and now you're banishing me to the couch for the night?”
  • 063: "I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?"
  • 064: "I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays."
  • 065: "Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it's okay?"
  • 066: "We’re arguing over book versus movie."
  • 067: "I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’"
  • 068: "We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."
  • 069: "You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?"
  • 070: "We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home."
  • PREGNANCY
  • 071: "I bet it’s a girl/boy."
  • 072: "Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? "
  • 073: "I thought I was pregnant but the test must have been wrong. I’m not. "
  • 074: "You’re lucky I’m pregnant!"
  • 075: "Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy."
  • 076: "I could really use a foot rub right now."
  • 077: "Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy."
  • 078: "Do you wanna know the sex of the baby?"
  • 079: "The baby’s kicks are keeping me up at night."
  • 080: "Did you feel that?"
  • 081: "I can’t fit into my favorite dress anymore. "
  • 082: "OH MY GOD I’M GOING INTO LABOR. WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!
  • 083: "I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! "
  • 084: "I think you might be pregnant.”
  • 085: "It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."
  • PARENTING
  • 086: "I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes."
  • 087: "Sh…they’re asleep."
  • 088: "I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint."
  • 089: "Mondays are your diaper days."
  • 090: "Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me."
  • 091: "Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache."
  • 092: "Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone."
  • 093: "I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy."
  • 094: "What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?"
  • 095: "Mm…your kid before five in the morning."
  • 096: "Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?"
  • 097: "So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?"
  • 098: "I think we should have another."
  • 099: "Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?"
  • 100: "Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed."
  • 101: "…They just grow up so fast."
The Resolve (M)

Word Count: 13,074 (I’m so sorry)

Pairing: Wonho x Reader x Jungkook (I’m so sorry)

Warning(s): Smut, dirty talk, swearing, threesome (I’m so sorry), spanking, blowjob, face riding, lots of riding, slight but kind of high key m/m (I’M SO SORRY), other shit I’m sorry for

Summary: When your two best friends who are major fuckboys come barging into your apartment asking you to resolve their ridiculous argument on who’s hotter, who will you choose?

A/N: i’M SORRY PLS LET ME LIVE DON’T JUDGE ME I KNOW YOU ALL WOULD LOVE THIS HAPPENING OK WONKOOK FOREVER THEY’RE JS SO HOT AND JUNGKOOK’S A BRAT I HATE HIM P.S. RIP @jungkxook : - )

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anonymous asked:

Mum! I wanted to say that I really apprecaite all the work you do and I enjoy reading everything you write, you're AU's are very relaxed and it makes me happy even when I'm sad! I think you write Wonho perfectly! Any how... I was wondering ** IF YOU HAVE TIME ** : Could you write a Wonwoo Friends to Lovers to go with the others?

thank you so much!!! here’s friends-to-lovers wonwoo for you!~~
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  • you and wonwoo became friends because of the fact that you both have a mutual understanding of living life quietly and letting your other friends do dumb things you otherwise wouldn’t dare to do
  • like that time hoshi told wonwoo he could do a backflip into the swimming pool and when wonwoo shrugged and said go for it a very excited hoshi ran toward the 7 meter diving board
  • and you, who’d overheard the conversation came over to stand by wonwoo and said “you know,,,,,your friend is probably going to end up belly flopping and hurting himself instead of actually backflipping.”
  • and wonwoo was like “i know,,,,,,,,,but that’s the point. i kinda wanna watch that happen.”
  • and you had nodded your head understandingly because sometimes watching other people wipe out can be ,,,,,,,,, rather hilarious 
  • and when hoshi hit the water with ,,,, you guessed it,,,,,,a belly flop you and wonwoo had both tried to hide laughter as hoshi came up for air with a pout on his face and had yelled that he’s pretty sure the sting from this flop would haunt him till he was old
  • but yeah,,,,,you and wonwoo are the calm, neutral friends of the group and so you and wonwoo have never fought or argued and for the most part you enjoy each others company even if it means you’re on your laptop and he’s on his phone
  • you know,,,,,,,,you two just click
  • which is why when you need an emergency place to crash for two weeks,,,,,wonwoo gladly lets you stay with him because there’s no way you’d be a bother??? you’re exactly like him
  • but,,,,what’s different is that,,,,,,,,wonwoo,,,,,apparently,,,,,, walks around his house without a shirt on,,,,,after the shower,,,,,,
  • and you don’t know this until you get up from your homemade bed on the couch and end up walking straight into a shirtless,,,,hair still wet,,,,,,very handsome,,,,,wonwoo in the kitchen
  • and you kind of freeze because,,,,since when did your friend have such broad shoulders? and such nice skin? and such a strong,,,looking back,,,,,,
  • and wonwoo apologizes,,,,,and you try to shake your head but you’re still standing there in shock and he tells you awkwardly that he’s got to go to bed
  • and you,,,,,it takes you a couple minutes but when you finally come to,,,,,,,you realize that,,,,,wonwoo,,,,,,has always been attractive hasn’t he,,,,,
  • and oh god as you’re laying under your blanket trying to sleep,,,,the image of him standing there,,,,,deep voice talking to you,,,,,lean body- oh GOD,,,,,
  • and in the morning you can’t even look wonwoo in the eyes you just grab a snack for breakfast and make up some excuse to run out of his apartment before wonwoo can as much as offer you some coffee
  • and ,,,,,, you can’t stop thinking about it,,,,,, wonwoo’s body,,,,,wonwoo’s face,,,,,,wonwoo’s personality that never makes you anxious and is always so well in tune with yours
  • and you almost smack your head against the wall as you’re waiting for the subway because wonwoo is hot,,,,and a good person,,,,,and you’re kinda really ok not kinda like aLOT INTO HIM
  • but it’s like you can’t,,,,,you can’t bring it up or say anything and risk messing up this great friendship you have and so you curse whatever higher power there is when wonwoo says you guys should watch a movie one night to kill time and you’re sitting on the couch,,,,
  • close,,,,,,,arms touching,,,,,,wonwoo seemingly focused on the movie with his hand grabbing popcorn and you’re just like,,,, trying not to think about how cute he looks in his sweatpants and v-neck black tshirt,,,,,until suddenly wonwoo lets his hand rest on the sofa behind you,,,,,,almost like those old tricks you do at the movie to try and put your hand around your date
  • and your brain is like!!!!!!!!!!!????????!!!!!!! but wonwoo still looks calm and you’re like??? should i scoot away??? should i lean into his arm????? oh my god
  • and wonwoo finally looks at you from the corner of his eye and you’re like quick quick say something so it’s not awkward and you’re like “i,,,it-it’s a little cold,,,,um,,,ill go get a blanke-”
  • but wonwoo grabs your hand before you get up and with his chocolate brown eyes and deep voice says that if you want, you can cuddle into him for warmth
  • and you can’t believe your god damn ears,,,,,,,,,,,but then you notice,,,,even with the calm look on his face the tips of his ears have turned a bright red and you’re like,,,,,,sjkdhfsj we’re both shy,,,,,,,,in the end we really are the same,,,,,
  • but you sit back down and wonwoo’s hand gently rests over your shoulder and you lean into his chest a bit cautiously but wonwoo adjusts himself so you can put your head on his chest
  • and somehow,,,,,,in a matter of minutes,,,,,it’s comfortable,,,,,
  • and you interlace your fingers with his and you guys are both watching the movie,,,,,,,and like you’ve been a couple for ten years not ten minutes it’s,,,,,,,,normal
  • you and wonwoo click,,,,you always will,,,,as friends and as lovers,,,,,,
Honestly,

shout out to @losersclubbb because this is something they made me think of. This is very long and I’m not the least bit fucking sorry!

Okay, but IMAGINE if “It” was a TV show, or a Netflix/Hulu/SOMETHING series. Like “Stranger Things”, each episode is about an hour, and it’s a sci-fi crime show. It shows how the kids all meet up, and there’s more time to develop their characters and reveal their back stories and get things made more accurately. The whole series is just in depth on their lives, and a little less outright horror and more head-scratching mystery. 

Like they all decide the Loser’s Club is a crime solving group, dedicated to finding the missing kids and taking care of each other. Like every few episodes there’s a filler where you just find out more about the target character of that episode while they’re out doing normal kid things, and to reign it back to remind you it’s technically suspense/crime, at the end of the filler episodes they’re brought back to reality by a Pennywise sighting, or a red balloon. 

When I say backgrounds I mean backgrounds- on everyone! The Bower’s Gang is NOT exempt because they deserve to be recognized wholly as King made them to be. Their parents will be included too so we can see how they were raised! Know who else isn’t exempt? PENNYWISE AND HIS FUCKING UNIVERSE PIE HOLE. The kids will unravel much more about him in the show than in the movie, including his backstory and how he came to be. And including that nightmare fest in his face. 

Speaking of, they find out mid-series that he’s NOT human, that these crimes are being committed by another entity entirely. They had no idea at first, thinking this mad man was just appearing dressed as a clown or leaving balloons. Once they know more about who they’re dealing with, he decides to let them know about what he knows- turning into their worst fears and taunting them. He taunts them for their most canon fears in the book, Richie and clowns and werewolves, Eddie and disease and his sexuality, (which, by the by, he’s GAY), Beverly and adulthood and her father, etc, etc, etc.! 

It shows them most detailed in kicking his ass in the sewers as a final show down kinda thing, taking up at least a full episode, preferably two, that way the final showdown with the kids is like its own movie. Any time they interact with him, it should have at least a few moments from Penny’s POV, chasing the kids, getting into their heads, seeing exactly the thoughts that give them their fears. (Also since this is really me and I’m biased, I want Eddie to be crushing on Richie, and Richie crushing back, but they don’t date because that’s not super accurate by any means, but the tension and the love is THERE)(And Pennywise is an asshole and uses that to his advantage of FUCKING COURSE)

ANYWAYS YEAH. They have the season finale two-episode special on kicking his ass and the blood oath. Then when the season comes back as adults, it’s all over again- just as much detail into their adult lives, what they’ve been up to, what they’ve missed. Falling back into familiar friendships, relearning the town and Pennywise and each other. I fully support the idea of Reddie becoming an unspoken thing as it’s canon they kinda do and Eddie is very unhappily married. They basically just have touching scenes and yes some filler episodes but not as many and they aren’t as light hearted, more to get the drama of their personal lives and “normal” lives outside of this fleshed out. 

Stan does die before the reunion, and they take a whole episode for him and his story, showing flashbacks of his life as he would think back on them after getting that call, all of his important moments and achievements captured because he is such a beloved and valuable part of the Loser’s Club even if he isn’t in the story as long. They do show him die, and the trauma of it, because his death should not be understated or glossed over. They take another whole chunk of the reunion episode itself for the Losers themselves to reminisce on him and how much they adored him and how much they’ll miss him, going over his proudest moments, and his silliest. 

Eddie does die in the sewer showdown part 2, in Richie’s arms as in the book, but HE FINISHES HIS FUCKING LAST WORDS AND GUESS WHAT HE’S CONFESSING HE’S BEEN IN LOVE WITH RICHIE THIS WHOLE TIME, AND RICHIE SAYS THAT’S WHY HE NEVER GOT MARRIED, THAT HE MAY HAVE FORGOTTEN LIKE THEY ALL DID, BUT THAT HIS SOUL DID NOT AND IT WAS WAITING FOR HIM. THEY ALSO DO NOT LEAVE HIM IN THE FUCKING SEWER. 

THEY BEAT THAT HONKY SIX PIECE CHICKEN MCNOBODY BALDY MONSTER, THEY GET OUT, THEY HAVE A FUNERAL FOR EDDIE, AND RICHIE GETS THEM MATCHING PROMISE RINGS AND BURIES ONE WITH EDDIE AND WEARS THE OTHER ONE AND VISITS HIM EVERY GODDAMN YEAR. THE LOSERS ALL STAY FRIENDS AND THE SERIES ENDS ON 2 FILLER EPISODES, EACH DEDICATED TO THE REMAINING KIDS MAKING THEIR LIVES BETTER- BEVERLY AND BEN GET MARRIED BY THE WAY, AND A BONUS EPISODE OF THEIR FONDEST MEMORIES ALL PUT TOGETHER LIKE A VINTAGE HOME VIDEO, GRAINY AND SLIGHTLY DISCOLORED SOMETIMES, BUT FILLED WITH LAUGHTER AND JOY AND SHENANIGANS, BECAUSE THESE KIDS ARE NOT THEIR TRAUMAS, NOT THEIR FLAWS. THESE KIDS ARE NOT JUST MONSTER KILLERS, THEY ARE HUMAN, AND THEY HAD BEAUTIFUL TIMES TOO. 

BONUS BONUS, THE CREDITS SHOW THE SAME NOSTALGIC VIDEO OF THE CAST INTERACTING AND BEING THEMSELVES BEHIND THE SCENES AND IT’S SO TOUCHING THAT EVERYONE FUCKING CRIES WHEN THE SERIES IS OVER, TEARY KIDS AND ADULTS ALIKE ALL HUGGING AND LAUGHING AND SAYING THAT THIS WAS THE BEST PROJECT OF THEIR LIVES. EVERYONE WATCHING AT HOME IS FUCKING OBLITERATED IN A MESS OF TEARS AND EMOTIONS. THE FUCKING END. 

Listen up, Dramione Haters.

Okay so I got a rather rude ask earlier, and I’ve talked to quite a few people since and I’m still annoyed. I want to make a few points to people who want to truly understand, instead of spewing ignorant shit. A LOT of my points go along with UpTheHill’s defenses of the ship, but mind you– I’ve talked to many people about this.

I’ve talked to WeasleyIsMyKing540 several times on the subject, some one who does NOT like Dramione; as well as numerous other people who do not like, nor understand the ship. I have even talked on the phone, at length, to the absolute biggest Drarry shipper I know about different points people have tried to use to de-validate this pairing.

Point blank, if you come at me yelling or being rude, I will not even attempt to explain this. So let me try my best to put all of my points out there so you can understand the absolute best you can.

Dramione, statistically, is the most popular ship of the fandom. However, it is also one of the most hated as well. To the point that Dramione writers ACTUALLY have numerous support groups for the amount of hatred they get over stories they pour their heart and soul into. But, alas, I digress.

The popularity of the ship, by majority as I cannot speak for everyone, has nothing to do with a “bad boy” fetish. It also, has nothing to do with Emma and Tom. I’ve seen both of these points brought up by antis to explain away why people like the ship, but it’s just not true. I’m going to say this now. I don’t like the feltson ship. I think it’s weird and disrespectful towards the actors to ship people in real life, and Emma really doesn’t even look like Hermione. Hermione’s BIGGEST physical trait was her hair, frizzy snd wild. Emma’s hair, no matter the amount of teasing, is way too light and sleek.

Now, I’m going to start off by addressing the “bully” factor concerning Draco. Obviously, this is something that the pairing has to overcome within fan fiction. Draco was raised by a man who was overly bigoted and spoke about blood purity as if it were the most important thing in the world. From a young age, Draco was around this. He was taught that this was absolutely normal, and idoling his father, he took what his dad said to heart and it showed throughout his actions. Is that okay? No. Is bullying acceptable? Of course not. But he was a child. Just like James and Sirius, also bullies, were children when they participated in such activities. Only those two, didn’t have parents quite like Draco’s.

Which brings me to my next point. I can not stress this enough, that Hermione is absolutely NOT a goodie goodie little breakable princess. She took everything said to her in stride and even knocked him a VERY well deserved slap to the face by third year. Hermione fucking Granger, is a badass. WORDS, of all things, will not break this woman.

And that being said, in terms of those crying “abuse”, do you truly in your heart of hearts believe that that strong ass muggle born witch would allow Draco (of ALL people) to push her around? Could you see her changing herself for him? No. To both of those things. And in most (I haven’t read all) fan fiction– that never happens. If it does, it’s EXTREMELY OOC and not normally very popular.

The entire series focuses around blood purity prejudices. The entire fucking 7 books and 8 movies. Over and over, it’s the same theme. So why put Draco and Hermione together? Simple. In the words of UpTheHill herself, “It is the best, and most effective way for Draco to get redeemed.” Point blank.

She is the muggleborn. The EXACT opposite of everything Draco himself is taught to hate.

Harry is still a half blood. Although the struggles with the Drarry pairing would be more about sexuality, he’s still half blood. The entire story, as I’ve mentioned, focuses on blood purity.

You can skim around that issue with other pairings like Drarry, Drinny, Druna, Dransy, Drastoria. But you absolutely CAN NOT avoid that fact with Dramione. It’s something that NEEDS to be addressed with that pairing. It’s something that NEEDS to be fine, period. It’s unification, smack dab in your face.

And although Ron is pureblood and ends up with Hermione in canon– Ron is not, and never has been prejudice against blood. Nor has his family.

Draco needs to eat his words. He needs to fall in love with the one thing he had convinced himself he hated. He has barriers to get through. His own previous thoughts on the issue, his parents, his close friends, etc. He, quite literally, needs to bend over backwards and ACCEPT that the thing he thought he hated the most in the world, is his biggest weakness.

I’m not saying you have to like it, but people need to stop fucking bashing it because I’m tired. I’m tired of working 6+ hours on a Dramione picture, that I’m quite proud of, just to have people bash me over the pairing– obviously never really taking a look at it in the first place.

I’m tired of having me and my friends having to hold our breath every time we open our reviews, hoping by god it’s not another message bashing the pairing.

I don’t like Romione, or Fremione. I think that they’re easy ships. They’re routine. Hermione is a fighter, and literally Draco’s walking contradiction. He could challenge her, their sex would be explosive, and they’re enough a like to make it work and enough opposite to keep it interesting.

However, I’m not going to bash Romione. Nor Drinny. Nor Drarry, or whatever ship you antis reading this right now think makes “so much more sense.”

Because I know how to actually look into things. I don’t speak ignorantly, and I would never force someone to defend their ship day after fucking day.

If you think it doesn’t make sense, ask around! Nicely. Any Dramione shipper will be happy enough to explain most of the time.

anonymous asked:

I'm craving for some angst so how about their worst fight? Or the first time otabek ever lost his composure/yelled at yuri?

*mod sees the word angst* OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH NOOOOOOOOO NOT THE ANGST PLS DONT MAKE ME HURT MY SONS

Anyways, onto the headcanon:


  • Otabek and Yuri really don’t argue a lot, they understand each other (and Yuri’s temper) well enough to know when to just let things go before they blow up into an actual fight
  • But when they do fight, it’s intense
  • Yuri yells a lot not surprising and Otabek just gets deadly calm and you realize “Oh shit, he’s mad”
    • They normally are able to make up fine within a few hours after a little time apart and they’ll watch a movie and cuddle as an apology
  • Their worst argument as a couple started over something petty, they don’t even really remember what it was about
  • They both had a long day at practice and were just really exhausted, which meant they were also extremely irritable
  • Yuri was yelling and Otabek was arguing, deadly calm like he normally would be
  • Until all of a sudden he just snaps and actually yells at Yuri
  • Yuri can normally mask his emotions quite well, but there was no way he could hide the hurt on his face when Otabek yelled
  • He had never heard Otabek yell before and lose his composure like that, no one really had ever seen him like that
  • Before Otabek could say anything else Yuri just said (much calmer than he had expected, but that was just because he was hurt) “fuck you” and the door slammed to his room
  • Otabek had known that he screwed up the second he yelled, but it would just add fuel to the fire if he went in and tried to talk to Yuri anymore, so he just left
    • As he was leaving he heard a single soft sob come from their shared room and his heart just broke

(I’m putting the resolution under the cut because this is going to be so long, so continue if you want to see the ending!)

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anonymous asked:

Prompt - Even doesn't have anything to wear because Isak takes all his clothes and doesn't do laundry

I gotchu anon :P :P I know you’ve been waiting for this one for awhile hahaha hope you enjoy!!

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God give him the patience to deal with Isak sometimes.

It’s not that he doesn’t love Isak- he does. He loves every hair on his head and every quirk of his cupid’s bow lips. He loves his shitty taste in movies and his insistence on surviving on nothing but beer, weed, kebabs, and general bitchiness. 

But what he does not love about Isak is his complete inability to remember to do the laundry.

Not even that- it wouldn’t be a problem if Isak just wore his own clothes.

“Son of a bitch,” Even murmurs to himself, holding up one of the many hoodies he had packed on his bid to spend the week at Isak’s. It was his green one, soft and threaded and it was fucking dirty.

It smelled like Isak- like weed-tinged sweaty teenage boy. And while generally- yeah that fucking does it for Even; gets him turned on like a mother fucker-

He’s supposed to have dinner with his parents tonight and this was the only article of clothing he had banked on being clean. And he can only picture the look on his parent’s face if he were to show up for dinner smelling of weed and boy.

 “Isak!” Even’s voice is riding the edge of being fondly exasperated and annoyed as fuck- but fondly annoyed as fuck because it’s Isak.

There’s a pause, then a small thump, and the sound of the shower turning off. “What?”

“I need to borrow some clothes. Somebody wore my hoodie and didn’t wash it,” Even stared pointedly out at the hallway despite knowing that Isak had no way of seeing him, “Where’s your clean stuff?”

“Uh-” And Even sighs, already knowing the answer to the conundrum, “I think I forgot to do this week’s load?”

“So lucky he’s cute,” Even throws the dirty hoodie down on the bed, and raises his voice again. “Do you think Eskild owns things in my size?”

There’s another thump and a curse and then Isak is strolling into the room in nothing but a towel and a furrow between his brows. “You can’t wear Eskild’s stuff.”

Even tries not to stare at the water droplets running down Isak’s chest. (But they are there and their dripping down the center of Isak’s chest where Even’s tongue had been this morning-)

“Why not?”

Isak looks at him like he’s an idiot, “Yeah I’m going to let my boyfriend wear another guy’s clothes.”

Even raises a brow, “How many articles of clothing in your closet are Jonas’s?”

“That’s different,” Isak says after a moment’s hesitation and the furrow is back in his eyebrow and even wants to smooth it out with a kiss but he needs something to wear damnit, “Jonas is Jonas. He doesn’t count.”

“Oh no?” Even moves towards Isak, leaning in to nip quickly at the hollow of his throat before pulling back. Isak huffs, but angles a bit more towards him, “You don’t think it gets on my nerves when you wear one of Jonas’s shirts?”

Isak looks at him like he’s never even thought it over, “Does it?”

Even hold his gaze for an intense few moments, before rolling his eyes, “We wouldn’t be in the predicament if you just did the laundry.”

“I forgot,” Isak groaned, looking around the room, “I can do it right now.”

“We have to be dinner with my parents in an hour.”

Isak grins, “You could just wear nothing? I wouldn’t mind that.”

Even rolls his eyes again, “The streets of Oslo have seen enough of this naked bod.”

“Maybe Oslo has,” Isak leans up to press a kiss in the sensitive skin behind Even’s ear and lets the sentence hang.

Even pulls back, “I want you to know that your attempts at distraction are terrible. But I missed you today so I’m going to pretend that they are working. And then I’m going to ask Eskild for clothes.”

Isak tilts his head and smiles beatifically. 

(Even ends up wearing the hoodie because Isak glowered at every outfit of Eskild’s he had tried on. Even puts up with a lot of shit sometimes.)

When David Jacobs was six years old he walked into kindergarten anxiously clutching his mother’s hand, scared of all the new boys and the questions they were asking, about how come he could wear a hat but they had to take theirs off, and why he was dressed up, and what his name is and where he lives and does he have brothers? Or sisters?

And when he was six years old one of the boys asking questions suddenly went quiet and then loudly proclaimed, “He wants to play!” and took David by the hand and gently tugged him away from his mother and led him to the pile of blocks and introduced himself as Jack, but you can call me Cowboy, and smiled so wide David could see his missing teeth, all six of them, and let David build in silence until the teacher called them back to their tables to sit.

When David Jacobs was eight years old and an older boy knocked his kippah off on the playground and called him mean names, and when his big sister wasn’t there to stick up for him because she had recess later, Jack was the one who stood in front of him so people couldn’t see him cry and who picked up his kippah and did his best to get it back on his head.

And when he was eight, Jack sat in the front when the teacher asked David to talk about how Hanukkah was celebrated in his house, and smiled really big so David wouldn’t be so nervous while he was talking, and gave David a high five when he sat down.

When David Jacobs was ten years old, Jack was over his house as often as he wasn’t, they had sleepovers and movie nights and went out to eat with David’s parents, and called David Davey and shared secret smiles and secret codes in class, and made it very clear that Davey Jacobs was his best friend and anyone who bullied him was certainly not.

When David Jacobs was twelve years old Jack was the person he admitted to that he didn’t like Ruth Eisler, he’d never liked her, he didn’t even think he’d ever liked a girl and he didn’t know what that meant but he certainly didn’t like Ruth, and Jack had hugged him tight and told him it didn’t matter if he liked boys or girls or nobody because Jack was still his best friend.

When David Jacobs was thirteen years old, Jack’s was the face he watched during his Bar Mitzvah, when he was nervous and scared of stuttering and messing up the Hebrew in his Torah reading, because Jack smiled just like he had in second grade and looked proud of his friend, even though David knew Jack didn’t understand a word of what he was saying.

When David Jacobs was fourteen years old, he’d again walked into a classroom nervous, for one of the first times ever Jack wasn’t in the same class as him and there were new people everywhere because two middle schools became one high school and again there were people who asked invasive questions and kept asking even after he explained the answers patiently, but Jack was in his lunch wave, and Jack, as always, wasn’t shy about putting an arm around David’s shoulders and talking about him to his new friends loudly so that by the end of those twenty minutes, David had new friends, too.

When David Jacobs was sixteen, he could tell he and Jack were growing apart, not so far that they weren’t friends, just so that they weren’t the best friends they’d been for so long, Jack was interested in art and music and had his best friends there, while David had his friends in his science classes and debate and model UN, so while they still talked often, there were less movie nights and more nights where their only interaction was asking about the homework.

When David Jacobs was eighteen years old, he hadn’t had an entire conversation with Jack for almost a month by the time graduation arrived, he’d still call Jack his friend and he still had stories about all the trouble they’d gotten into when they were little, but they weren’t as close at all anymore, as David prepared to go to college for engineering and Jack was taking a year off before going to art school, it wasn’t like there was any animosity there they just weren’t as close as they used to be.

When David Jacobs was twenty years old, he’d come home for the summer again and Jack had called just a few days later, and they’d hung out like old times, eating out at one of their old favorite hangouts and talking about the old days, Jack with streaks of paint on his hands and in his hair, laughing at David for having his graphing calculator in his pocket and for still ordering the exact same thing as he used to.

When David Jacobs was twenty-two, he walked across a stage and accepted a degree and took pictures with his family, he smiled so hard it hurt, seeing all the work he’d put into school for seventeen years finally have the result he’d been waiting for.

When David Jacobs was twenty-three, he felt the world drop out from underneath his feet, everything change, and not in a good way. He got a phone call, and suddenly he was an orphan, back in the house he grew up in, numb. His parents, gone, his little brother, hurt, numb and in pain somehow at the same time.

When David Jacobs was twenty-three, Jack Kelly knocked on his door with tears in his eyes and begged to do something to help because he couldn’t believe the people who had pretty much raised him alongside their children were gone, because he couldn’t stand to watch the man who had been his best friend for so many years hurt without somebody there to talk to him, and because he couldn’t just sit still and do nothing, he never could.

When David Jacobs was twenty-three, he fell asleep on his couch, leaning against the man he’d grown up with, exhausted and heartbroken and emotionally drained, with tear stains on his face and on Jack’s shirt, unable or unwilling to move, he couldn’t quite tell which.

When David Jacobs was twenty-three, he wore a black ribbon over his heart and threw dirt over his parents’ caskets and wished and prayed for ten more minutes, ten minutes to say I love you and I’ll miss you and I’ll never forget you, even though he knew he wouldn’t get it.

When David Jacobs was twenty-three, the new normal became long days of making sure Les got where he needed to go and was okay, and doing his job from home as much as he could. The new normal was missing his parents every time he saw their family pictures hanging on the walls, of waking up to find he’d fallen asleep on the couch again, of waking up to find Jack next to him or under him on the couch like they were kids at a sleepover again, only everything was so much different now.

When David Jacobs was twenty-four, laughter came more easily again, and Jack was his best friend again. His family was smaller, and that still hurt to think about, but it was David and Sarah and Les and often Jack, and they went out to eat and had movie nights and were close and mostly happy.

When David Jacobs was twenty-four, normal was waking up and laughing at Jack’s tousled hair because he woke up on their couch again, driving Les to school and play practice and dance lessons and doing his best to be both a brother and a father and to find the balance between the two.

And if, when David Jacobs was twenty-four, movie nights started to end with him leaning against Jack and sometimes falling asleep with his head on Jack’s shoulder, and if, when David Jacobs was twenty-four, Jack started putting his arm around David’s shoulder and calling him Davey again and rubbing circles into his back and knees during those movie nights, and if, when David Jacobs was twenty-four, David started to purposefully lean into Jack because he liked those touches, and if, one night when David Jacobs was twenty-four, when Les and Sarah had already gone to bed but David and Jack were still downstairs, Jack kissed David and David kissed him back, all of that was more than okay, all of that was good, because Jack was his best friend and Jack was part of the new normal, and maybe the new normal wasn’t the same and maybe it still hurt to remember that his parents were gone, but if Jack was back and Jack was David’s best friend again and Jack was David’s boyfriend now, then not all of the new normal was bad.

When David Jacobs was twenty-four, the new normal became just that. Normal.

HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

Once again, Taehyung won’t make it home for Christmas.

Originally posted by chimtae

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genre: angst/fluff [i know, i’m in shock too]

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exbeaut  asked:

i'm so scared to live alone.... any tips?

You know I do! Living alone is a really intense and exciting experience, offering you the chance to explore your independence. It may seem daunting at first because you’re solely responsible for taking care of all your shopping, cleaning, and home related maintenance. But if you go into this experience prepared and confident, you’ll do fine- you’ll flourish!

Living alone is definitely not for everybody, especially if you’re an extraverted or super social person. In this case, you may want to buddy up with a friend and look into two bedroom apartments. Ask yourself- will you be okay spending a day on your own without interacting face-to-face with anybody? If the answer is no, you should find a roommate. 

Check out this post which details how to locate, inspect, and set up your first apartment. And…

Living Alone

1. PKW. Phone, keys, wallet. Every time you go anywhere. Check twice. The worst part of living on your own is having to rely on yourself to never forget to lock yourself out or leave your wallet at a sandwich shop in a mall. Make absolutely sure you have duplicates of your keys (I would get a couple made) and give one to a friend who lives nearby who you can count on. I also like to keep an extra set inside the apartment itself in a secure place, just in case. Your landlord can let you in during office hours, but giving a key to a trustworthy friend helps you 24/7.

2. Cleaning routine. You don’t have to sit down at a writing desk and draft this out, but spend a few minutes coming up with a basic cleaning regime for you to follow. It’s definitely easier to do a little each day, but if that doesn’t work for your schedule set aside at least an hour and a half during your time off to get your apartment spotless. I don’t know about you, but whenever I deep clean my apartment I feel like I’m living in a hotel for a day, and I absolutely love it.

3. Make a “moving” shopping list. This is everything you will need (minus food) for your first week at your new place. First aid kit, cleaning supplies, tape, cat food, etc. Your first week moving into your new place will be stressful enough, you don’t want to be halfway through setting up your living room and realize that you forgot to buy trash bags.

4. Secure yourself. I’m not the most agile or fast person in the world, and I do live in a mid-sized city that has a good deal of crime. The apartment complex I live in is very safe, but I still like to double lock my front door at night. It might be smart to keep some pepper spray or a baseball bat somewhere in your apartment, just in case.

5. Stay social. Even the most anti-social person gets lonely. Make sure to hang out with your friends, not just your co-workers, your actual friends. Get out off your apartment every few days and go see a movie, get a cup of coffee, go people watching at the park, etc. It’s easy to get depressed if you’re living alone and doing the same things the same way every day- allow yourself to mix it up.

6. Meal prep. It can be stressful and seem useless to cook complicated or “fancy” meals when you’re living on your own. Plan your meals for the week and make a list before going shopping. Get yourself enough food to make a variety of dinners that will only take you fifteen minutes. If you do want to go crazy and make steak and mashed potatoes for yourself, make enough for two meals. Also, nobody is going to think poorly of you for stocking your fridge with a couple frozen dinners.

7. Customer service. Living alone means that you are going to be doing a lot of talking to customer service representatives. Get comfortable talking to people over the phone. Tell the rep what you need as quickly as you can, and try to be polite because customer service at a phone center is a garbage job that doesn’t pay well. On the flip side, don’t be afraid to ask for a manager if you’re upset or unhappy with your service. Take their survey at the end of your phone call, tell them how unhappy you are. It’s someone’s shitty job to look at all those surveys, no complaint goes unheard. Companies with great phone service: Verizon, Apple, Amazon. Companies with awful phone service: USPS (literally the worst), electric companies, health insurance companies.

8. Guest space. This is not required, but it’s a good idea to have some sort of space for a friend to stay the night. A friend of mine had a bad breakup, showed up at my apartment with ten minute’s notice, and then fell asleep on my couch after an hour of crying. It as 7:30! Whatever, she needed it. Keep an extra blanket and pillow in your closet, I like to keep travel sized shampoos and conditioners in my bathroom cabinet on the off chance a guest wants to use my shower. I got these at a hotel for free, but they’re available at CVS and other pharmacies.

9. Toilet paper. Don’t let yourself run out of toilet paper! I like to buy more when I notice I only have one roll left. The same deal goes for paper towels.

10. Enjoy. Living on your own is simoltaneously exciting and exhausting, but an all around must-have experience. Enjoy the freedom to forget to make the bed, to decorate your bathroom however you want, to have ice cream for dinner, to watch reruns of Friends and cry when Rachel decides to move to France. Make sure to give yourself lots of space to move at your own pace, but please remember to eat three meals a day and to go to the doctor’s for a checkup at least once a year!

Boyfriend Series; Junhui

- prepare yourself for the GREASE
- for your first date, junhui takes you to the beach and you’re both just walking along the shore, talking about anything that comes to mind
- halfway through the date, you playfully push junhui into the water and he retaliates by pulling you in
- you both chase each other around while splashing water everywhere, laughing and having fun together
- at some point, he takes off his shirt and you’re like OMFG JUN PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON and you cover your red face with your hands
- while your face is still buried in your hands, he grabs your waist and makes you both fall into the water and when you resurface, the two of you are laughing your heads off
- you and junhui walk back to shore when you get tired, and the rest of the day is spent sitting on the sand talking while waiting to get dry
- when sunset comes and you suggest it’s time to leave, junhui says “wait” and proceeds to write something on the sand with his finger
- when he finishes, you look down to see that they’re chinese characters and when you ask him what they mean, he says “i love you”
- and right after he says that, you both share your first kiss
- let the grease begin
- when you’re yelling at him, he brings his hand up to your face and squishes your cheeks together so that you make a fishy face anD THEN HE KISSES YOU AND YOU’RE LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME
- but it works and you’re not mad at him anymore and you hate yourself for it
- he says cheesy pick-up lines out loud in public just to embarrass you
- “jun i’m already yours THERE’S NO NEED FOR THOSE PLEASE STOP”
- when you wear tight clothing, he looks you up and down and wiggles his eyebrows and you’re like just leave
- the type to blow kisses at you and frowns the rest of the day when you flick/dodge them
- ALWAYS tries to show off in front of you
- once effed up his shoulder dancing to mansae because he over-exaggerated his dancing during the chorus
- after that, the boys banned you from coming to their dance practices
- teaches you a bit of martial arts for your safety, but during training he pins you to the floor and kisses you
- when he’s sick, he makes it seem worse than it really is just so you’d take care of him
- asks for kisses all the time
- “jun get up we’re going to be late” “i’ll get up for a kiss ;)” “ok i’m going first then” “NO COME BACK”
- the type to purposely send you shirtless pictures of himself and then write something like “oops!! sorry that was an accident” right after
- he ALWAYS walks out of the shower with his hair soaking wet, and his towel wrapped around his waist and you’re like PUT!! SOME!! CLOTHES!! ON!!
- some days he just looks sO HANDSOME AND YOU’RE DYING LIKE SOMEONE HELP DOWAJWO SOS
- insists that you watch the movies and dramas he was in before he debuted
- he LOVES it when you wear his clothes, he’s always lending you his shirts, hoodies and varsities because he loves seeing you in them
- in fact, you guys have matching hoodies and he insists that you both wear them all the time
- steals your phone to take selfies so that your photo gallery is filled with pictures of him
- but you just can’t bring yourself to erase them because you love him so much even if the pictures take up so much space
- always tells minghao about you and when you go to the dorm, you and minghao just tell each other stories of all the stupid things junhui has done in the past week
- you once told minghao you loved his new hair color and guess what junhui dyed his hair the same color LOL
- “minghao you have to stop, (name) might fall for you and we might end up having to fight to the death” “because i dyed my hair????”
- always within a five-meter radius because he “gets lonely”
- he’s always making puns and then laughs really hard at them and you’re like jun WHY
- junhui’s so positive all the time and it’s honestly so refreshing
- always drinks from the same straw as you because he believes in indirect kisses lmao
- really long and slow kisses on the lips, probably pins you against walls too
- he always surprises you with kisses and sometimes you put a hand over your mouth to stop him from kissing you but nope that doesn’t stop him HE JUST KISSES THE HAND OVER YOUR LIPS ANYWAY
- when you say “i hate you” even as a joke he takes it pretty seriously and asks nonstop if you really do hate him and buys you flowers and says he loves you nonstop
- he loves cuddling while facing you because he loves looking into your eyes and memorizing each one of your features
- junhui always tries to play it off like he’s all right even when he isn’t because he wants you to think he’s really strong and he doesn’t want you to worry
- but you know when he’s sad and you never push him to say it, and eventually he starts opening up to you and just having someone he can rely on…… he loves the feeling
- he may be greasy and all, but he does know when to stop and be serious when you’re not in a good mood
- when you’re sad, he gives you kisses on the forehead and tells you that you’ll be all right
- he also takes you out for a shopping spree and treats you for food and just does everything he can to make you smile again because your happiness is the most important to him
- you may always make a comeback to his greasy lines, you may always dodge his hearts and kisses, and you may roll your eyes a lot when you’re around him
- but you really do love junhui
- “i love you i love you i love you”
- “junhui stop”
- “i love you i love you i love you—”
- to get him to stop, you surprise him with a kiss, but after pulling away…
- “wait i wasn’t ready, give me another one!!!”

anonymous asked:

-whispers- s' this still open? I have a character that heroically sacrifices him to defeat a mini-boss of sorts, as in there are still things to overcome before the story reaches a close. The thing is, I'm having trouble writing his upbeat, go get-em' self with the knowledge that he's going to die. It seems almost disconnected from his characters sacrifice - not that the sacrifice was ooc, but it's weird to envision him alive with the knowledge that he's gonna die.

Character Death

Before I get too far into advice, let me reassure you that writing character deaths isn’t for everyone. I’ve had my share of “necessary” deaths in stories over the years, but I tend to shy away from it for reasons I’m still unclear on. Even when I watch shows/movies and read books a second time, with the knowledge that a character is going to die, I look at them differently. Their jokes, their victories, and their smiles make me sad, because I know their life is going to be cut short. 

So anon, I get it. This is a challenge that not all writers face, so it’s one that’s often overlooked when advice is given about character deaths. I would start by evaluating the death and deciding if it is necessary. Is there any other way around beating this mini-boss without him sacrificing himself? If not, can the story continue in a meaningful way with this mini-boss winning this particular battle? Think around the death for other solutions to see if it’s something you absolutely have to do. 

If you determine that it is, or that you do want to do it despite your uncertainties, then keep reading on how character depth can create a destiny for a character. [MINOR WARNING: I touch very, very briefly and vaguely (no specifics) on infant/animal death beneath the cut in the first paragraph. Skip to the second paragraph or avoid altogether if it makes you uncomfortable].

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anonymous asked:

you asked for a Reddie prompt I'll give it -Reddie nightmares about It Eddie comforts Richie (or the other way round drc) Please write this is I love your writing and I'm almost out of Reddie content

I’m sorry this took so long, I’ve been so slack!!


“Hello!” Richie called out. He couldn’t see anything other than darkness surrounding him. His chest felt tight and his head was spinning as he held his hands out in front of him and attempted to find his way around wherever the hell he was. He didn’t know if he was inside or outside, if it was midday or midnight, or even how he got to where he was. All he could process was that he was freezing cold and on the verge of having his first panic attack.

Richie stumbled forward, his chest heaving as he attempted to get some air into his lungs. As he did so, he fell into a wall.

“Beep beep, Richie,” he heard someone whisper. Richie could feel their breath on his neck and in his ear, but when he reached his arm out to the side he felt nothing. He slid down the wall he’d hit, shoved his knees underneath his chin and wrapped his arms his legs.

A loud, horrific chuckle sounded above Richie, and suddenly the space he was in was flooded with light. Richie squinted his eyes at the sudden light and the chuckling continued. It was an all too familiar laugh, and Rich knew exactly what it was that was emitting those horrid sounds.

Once his eyes had adjusted, Richie looked around the room he was in. It was small and a perfect cylinder shape, and when he looked up, there was no roof - it was just walls that went up and up and never ended. White walls specifically. Pure white and as bright as Eddie Kaspbrak’s polo shirts.

But the more Richie stared at these hospital-white walls, the more dark red blood dripped down them, and the louder the chuckling got, and suddenly, it was in front of him. Literally.

“Didn’t you hear me, Trashmouth?!” Pennywise laughed, shoving his pale painted face in front of Richie’s.

Richie was stunned. Completely unable to move. It was like his panic attack was on pause, and he could no longer breathe or move or speak.

He watched as Pennywise’s red lips turned up into a sickening smirk and leant even closer to Richie’s face.

“Boo!” The clown shouted before flying high up into the air, so high that Richie could no longer see him as his body disappeared into the darkness of the infinite ceiling.

And as suddenly as he had flown up, Richie saw him coming back down at twice the speed. He quickly rolled out of the way, seeing that Pennywise had aligned himself perfectly with where was Richie sat against the wall.

Richie stood up and ran to the other side of the room, the adrenaline and realisation of the situation finally hitting him, and his breathing was ragged.

“There’s no running from me, Richie. I’ll always be right behind you!”

Richie looked back to see the clown charging towards him. He spun back around to where the wall he’d reached previously was, however now it was just a never-ending tunnel, much like the ceiling. So Richie ran. He ran as fast as he could. His legs were aching and his chest was hurting and his eyes were stinging, and that was when he shot up in bed.

“Rich?” The older boy heard from beside him. Richie, in his panicked state of heavy breathing and clutching his chest, turned to see where the voice came from. Next to him on the bed was Pennywise, though his clown costume had been swapped for… One Richie’s jumpers?

Richie shot out of the bed as fast as possible and shook his head, not believing what he was seeing. He reached out and grabbed his glasses off the bedside table, then slid them up the bridge of his nose.

In front of him sat Eddie, a worried expression written across his tired features as he stared at Richie is shock.

Richie’s eyes focused on the soft and scared boy in front of him, and he let out a sigh of relief. He collapsed on the bed and into Eddie’s arms, sobs wracking his entire body.

Eddie clicked as to why Richie had reacted this way, and he ran his fingers through the curly hair of the boy that was cradled in his arms. He waited for Richie to calm down before he explained yet another nightmare,  just holding his boyfriend gently in his arms and kissing his hair.

“He’s not here anymore, Richie. It’s okay, it’s just me,” Eddie whispered.

“It felt so real, Eddie. The walls were so white, a-a-and- and his laugh was so loud. I felt it inside my body, Eddie. He was there.” Richie broke down again, tears staining his jumper that Eddie wore, and Eddie did nothing but hold him in his arms and whisper words of comfort.

This was something that happened regularly for the boys, even though Pennywise had been killed over 5 year ago. Of course everyone in the losers club struggled with the flashbacks and nightmares for a while after the whole ordeal, but Richie’s simply never ended. They never got better, yet they never got increasingly worse either. It was a different nightmare, once or twice a week, but they seemed to get just a little scarier each time.

For this reason, Richie and Eddie had moved in together after high school. Richie knew he couldn’t handle these nightmare if Eddie wasn’t by his side every night, and Eddie just wanted his boy to be safe.

So there they sat that night, tears streaming down Richie’s face, and Eddie cradling him like a baby and kissing his head and whispering anything that came to mind into Richie’s ear.

“You’re okay. You’re not there anymore, you’re here. You’re home, Richie.”

“You are my home, Eds.”

anonymous asked:

idk if this has already done but like?? richie and eddie comforting eachother hc’s pls

  • as soon as richie knew there something wrong with eddie he dropped all jokes and he suddenly became a different person
  • eddie was not weak so whenever he showed up at richie’s door with tears streaming down his face richie knew there was trouble
  • richie knew there was only so much he could do for eddie and vice a versa. richie couldn’t remove eddie’s forever plaguing thoughts of disease and eddie couldn’t help richie escape from his abusive parents
    all they could do was be there when they need a shoulder to cry on
  • richie always needed to be reassured that he’s there is a point in living
  • eddie will never get tired of telling richie how important he is and how he deserves the world, he would tell him every single day until they die if he had to
  • forehead kisses!!!
  • nose kisses!!
  • hair kisses!!
  • usually when eddies upset he likes to curl into richie’s chest, richie will most likely fall asleep in the most uncomfortable position but if eddies comfortable hes happy
  • and when richie’s upset he likes his hair to be played with so this usually ends up with eddie sitting back against the wall and richie’s arm laced around eddies middle section, his head rested in eddies lap.
  • or richie would lay with his head over eddie’s heart and just listen to the steady beating of the organ, it always helped calming him down
  • he just liked to know that eddie was real and if that meant being as close to him as possible eddie could handle it
  • if richie is upset in public he likes playing with eddie’s wrist because he likes being able to feel Eddie’s pulse, this usually gives eddie the heads up that he isn’t as okay as he is letting on
  • aggressive hand holding!!!
  • always making sure that they know that they aren’t alone
  • eddie always makes richie food bc the boi needa eat more
  • richie reads to eddie
  • richie always promises eddie that they’ll both make it out of this town no matter what


A/N this is bad af, sry anon

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Valentine’s Day Love Languages: Receiving Gifts

You stared at the small box in your hands. It contained a necklace. Not a fancy, expensive one or anything (after all, Jonathan could only do so much), but a nice one nonetheless. It was the fourth gift you had received from him in the last month and while you loved your boyfriend with all of your heart, the box felt heavy in your hands. And it wasn’t because the necklace itself was heavy.

Jonathan Byers was very inexperienced in the realm of dating. Apparently not every girl in the small town of Hawkins was hot for a lanky, shy introvert whose hands were practically glued to his camera. So when you waltzed into his life and eventually into his heart, he wasn’t sure how to take it.

Do most people like holding hands? Is something supposed to happen on movie dates? What about kissing on the first date, was that alright?

As much as these questions plagued Jonathan, he lived in fear of how much embarrassment he thought he’d be plagued by if he asked you any of these. You weren’t necessarily someone who got around, but between the two of you, two official boyfriends and one crush that went nowhere was comparatively far more experienced, even if you never went beyond a simple make-out session with either of them. You therefore found yourself less upset and more amused when you later learned that he turned to Nancy for advice. The end result?

“Well, people like to get gifts,” Nancy shrugged. “I’d say maybe start the first date off with a bouquet or something – nothing major, y’know?” She then quickly added, “It helps if it’s something from the heart, though.”

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anonymous asked:

Drabbles!!!! Lance wants to get some flowers for his long-awaited date, Keith, so he goes into a flower shop to find a nice bouquet. Except one catch, Lance is very allergic. Like, needing-an-inhaler Very Allergic

hoW DO I DRABBLE THIS OMG?? 

The date’s been coming together as smoothly as the final pieces of a puzzle displaying a stunning, complex image. Keith and Lance’s relationship had been rocky, for better lack of words. Many assumed they would never be able to work past their differences to even be friends, yet they pushed against all odds, and Keith made the move and asked Lance out once the two had sealed a friendship for a few months. 

Lance, of course, had been over the moon when Keith asked, and since then, he’s been plotting the perfect date. All that’s left is to piece together a beautiful bouquet from the local flower shop then he can pick Keith up and whisk his date off to dinner and a movie. 

When he opens the door to the flower shop, a small bell chimes over head, and moments later, Shiro pops up from behind a shelf of vases. 

“Hey, Lance!” 

Lance has only known Shiro for a few months, but he’s fond of the guy. Shiro’s the type of person who is incredibly easy to talk to, and the two had become quick friends. 

“Hey, Shiro. What’s up?” He asks, rubbing absently at his nose as a soft smile plays at his lips. 

“I should be asking you that,” Shiro says, motioning toward Lance’s outfit. “Finally got the big date with Keith?” 

Lance nods, sniffling quietly as he starts further into the store, fingers ghosting above various flowers. “Yep! I wanted to pick out a bouquet for him.” 

“That’s sweet,” Shiro says, voice gentle, earnest. “You want any help?” 

“Nah, I’ve got this,” Lance says as he leans forward to closely examine a cluster of red roses. He knows red is Keith’s favorite color, but he’s not sure if roses would be too forward of a gesture. He straightens his back with a slight cough that has him frowning and rubbing gingerly at his throat. 

He was feeling fine before, more than fine, yet there’s a persistent itch building in the back of his throat. A brief flash of hot panic shoots across his mind, bringing with it vivid images of childhood days in the hospital after severe allergic reactions that triggered his asthma, but, he thinks to himself, shutting down all memories, it’s been years since he’s had a bad reaction. 

Don’t these things fade away with time? 

He clears his throat and continues picking through the various flowers, but the itch at the back of his throat begins to burn and grow until he’s turning away to cough into the crook of his arm. He figured one or two coughs and he’d be fine, but the second he starts, he can’t stop. It’s almost as if his lungs cannot take in enough air against a massive, burning lump clogging his throat. 

“Lance? Are you okay?” 

Looking toward Shiro is a struggle for Lance’s eyes are filled to the brim with tears, but he can still faintly make out the older boy’s worried features. He shakes his head and wraps one hand around his throat. “Can’t,” he wheezes out around rattling coughs. “Breathe.” 

“Shit! Okay, hang on!” 

Lance nods, watching against hazy vision as Shiro storms to the front of the store. His legs buckle, and he’s slumping toward the floor with harsh, dry coughs that seem to never end. 

*****

“Lance!” 

Lance looks up from his spot on the back of the ambulance to see Keith racing toward him, face deeply flushed and chest heaving as if he’s just run straight from work. 

“Keith,” Lance starts as the boy gets closer. “What-”

“Are you alright? Shiro called me and told me everything! What the hell were you doing in a flower shop if you’re severely allergic?” 

Lance’s gaze finds the cracked pavement of the small parking lot once more just as his shoulders slump enough to have the small blanket that’s draped over his shoulders slip down some. “I wanted to get you flowers for the date,” he mutters. 

For an endless moment, Keith is silent, but Lance cannot find the courage to pull his gaze back up. He’s so sure that this sealed his fate. Why would Keith want to be with him now? Why would-

“You’re insane.” 

It’s not the words that have Lance snapping a quick gaze up, it’s the light tone laced with concern. “You aren’t mad,” he says, voice forming a statement and not a question. There’s nothing displayed across Keith’s face that shows anger in the slightest. 

“What? No. Jesus, Lance. No. I’m just worried.” 

The sincerity in Keith’s tone has Lance’s eyes welling with tears. He struggles to form words, but luckily, he doesn’t have to because Shiro is walking toward them with a bouquet of red roses in his hand. 

In an instance, Keith spins on his heel and promptly blocks Lance from the flowers. “Shiro, what-”

“They’re fake.” 

Lance leans over to peek around Keith’s protective stance. “What?” 

“We have some fake flower in the back,” Shiro explains, handing the bouquet to Keith for inspection. 

Lance shifts his gaze to the fake flowers in Keith’s hands. “Thank you,” he whispers, and Shiro offers a quiet nod before taking his leave. 

“How about a date in tonight?” Keith suggests, thumbing a fake rose as he turns back to Lance. “I can cook you a nice dinner than we can watch a movie.” 

Lance doesn’t want to admit the exhaustion that’s settled over him after this whole ordeal, but Keith can see it without having to ask. Both know Lance wouldn’t make it through the dinner and movie tonight, not after an asthma attack of that severity. 

Nodding, Lance slowly slips off the back of the ambulance, abandoning the small blanket in favor of finding Keith’s hand with his own. 

“That sounds nice.” 

anonymous asked:

Head cannon where Richie takes Eddie to a concert and Eddie feels all weird at first but he kinda gets with the music and ends up feeling really bold and leaves a hickey on Rich by the end and he walks out all proud while Richie is still trying to process his bold ass little boyfriend

(I’m so sorry this took so long but OH GOD I love this so much!!!)

“Let’s get a spot up the front!” Richie yelled over the loud crowd. His hand was clutching onto Eddie’s tightly with absolutely no intention of letting go. He knew how much the younger boy feared being around this many people. With germs being spread everywhere and dirt all over the ground, it was basically paying $50 for Eddie to experience his worst nightmare.

“I- I don’t know, Rich,” Eddie stammered. He stopped abruptly in the crowd, resulting in Richie falling backwards and into his chest as their hands were still connected.

Richie placed his hands on Eddie’s shoulders as he tried to calm down the younger boy. He’d thrown his asthma inhaler out a couple months ago, and it was times like this that Richie knew how badly Eddie missed that stupid blue puffer.

“Hey, I’ll keep you safe, okay?” Richie said as he stared into eddies eyes. “I won’t let go of your hand the whole time, I promise. Besides, it’s The Cure! We have to get a decent spot!”

Eddie reluctantly nodded and let Richie continue dragging him closer and closer towards the creaky wooden stage. They pushed passed people, Richie simply shoving his way through and Eddie apologising to everyone as they hurried by, and eventually they were there. Front row. Right where Richie wanted them to be.

“Just keep your promise, Richard Tozier,” Eddie whispered into Richie’s ear. “Do not let go of my hand.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Richie replied.

Soon enough the lights in the small venue darkened, and out walked The Cure: one of Richie’s favourite bands in the whole world.

Richie cheered as loud as he could as the guitar and drums began playing, filling the entire place with screams from fans. Everyone pushed forward in an attempt to get as close to the band as possible, and Eddie found himself being pressed extremely close to Richie’s side.

“Soak it all in, Ed’s!” Richie yelled over the music. “Soon enough it’ll all be over and you’ll regret not loosening up a bit!”

Eddie took this in. He knew a lot of the songs from Richie playing them non-stop in his car whenever they would drive somewhere. Or in his bedroom on the cassette player. Or in Eddie’s bedroom on Eddie’s cassette player. No matter what, Eddie was always hearing The Cure somehow when he was with Richie.

He was recognising song after song as they played, and ever so slowly he began singing along. Richie looked over at his small boyfriend and admired how he knew every single word, and how he was gently bouncing up and down with a wide grin spread across his bright face.

Eddie turned to face Richie at the same moment. Their eyes never left each other’s as “Friday I’m In Love” played behind them. Eddie’s mind was whirling and the adrenaline had kicked in, and before he could process what he was doing, he stood on his tippy toes and pulled Richie’s face onto his own.

It felt like the crowd was cheering for them. For these two 18 year old boyfriends who were making out at a concert. And that gave Eddie that extra bit of courage he needed to move his lips from Richie’s soft ones, and latch on to his neck instead.

Richie wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck, savouring this rare moment he knew he wouldn’t be experiencing for a long time to come. Eddie placed his hands gently on Richie’s hips and pulled the tall boy as close to him as humanly possible - although the amount of people that were shoving up against them did help Eddie out there.

“What the fuck,” Richie whispered in confusion as Eddie pulled away and placed a short kiss to his boyfriends lips. He was trying to figure out what had come over Eddie. He’d never given Richie a hickey in the 3 years they had been together! “I need to take you to concerts more often.”

Eddie chuckled. “I won’t complain if you do,” he replied cheekily.

The two boys watched the rest of the show and when the last song finished, they walked out hand in hand as they had been for the entire set. Eddie’s chin was pointed upwards with pride as he loudly repeated over and over again, “wow, that’s one damn fine hickey you’ve got there, Richard Tozier! I wonder who gave it to you?!”

And Richie laughed and shoved Eddie’s shoulder, then quickly pulled him back into his side and kissed his forehead delicately.

“Why, the one and only Edward Kaspbrak did!”

Ice Cream Is A Form Of Love

Anon request for Michael confessing after Jeremy gets his tonsils taken out!! I hope you enjoy it, I’m sorry if it’s not incredible!!


Jeremy complained about his throat hurting for weeks before being told that he needed his tonsils out. His appointment was set up for an early school morning, and was only supposed to talk about half an hour. Michael had gotten the text the day before, so the second the school day was over he drove to Walmart and grabbed a few pints of ice cream. Mint chocolate chip, pecan, and Oreo, Jeremy’s favorites. He stored them up in his PT cruiser before heading out to Jeremy’s house, where he was now resting in his room.

Michael tapped his finger against the steering wheel to the beat of his too loud music. He was trying his best to drown out the thoughts he’d been having since far before the SQUIP incident. It wouldn’t take a genius to see it, even Rich had known. All he could think was Jeremy Jeremy Jeremy. After the SQUIP stuff went down Rich had certainly tamed down the teasing, but that didn’t stop him from whispering “gay” into Michael’s ear whenever he was caught staring at Jeremy’s eyes, or cheekbones, or back-

Michael had to physically shake that thought out of his head, singing along to Marley just for something to replace it. He thought that Jeremy dating Christine would help but…somehow that just put a microphone to his heart and amplified the sound. Every time he saw Jeremy all he could feel was his heart racing and oh diggyidy damn were those gay thoughts-a flying. But he had just gotten Jeremy to stop being all awkward and worried around him, they fell back into their routinely friendship and just hung out like bros do. Bros, dudes, besties, not-gays.

But Rich and Jake had assured him that if he just told Jeremy how he felt things would go down better. Whether Jeremy accepted him or not, he’d feel better than just sitting around wondering “what if”, even if the thought of confession made his heart wanna chug Mountain Dew red to short circuit itself.

So yes, Michael was on a mission. And he was nervous. He shook in his car seat and gripped the steering wheel. He gave himself little pep talks. He wanted to see his best friend and make sure he was ok too of course, but this was a big deal and opportunity for him. And he wasn’t going to pass it up.

Suddenly he was face to face with the white door of Jeremy’s house, and he knocked to the beginning of the Pac-man start up. He was greeted by Mr. Heere with a “hey Michael! Jeremy’s upstairs.”

“Hey Mr. Heere, you’re looking better off”

The man had gotten a haircut, fixed up his beard, he even smelled like fresh cologne. He was currently fumbling with his tie, something only Mrs. Heere was good at. Michael came over and fixed up said tie, he was oddly close with Jeremy’s dad, he even gave him parenting tips.

“Thanks, I have a meeting at the office today, wanted to look…presentable I guess?”

“You look rocking.” He gave a thumbs up as he finished the knot and pulled away.

“Thanks,” he was saying that a lot today, must be nervous, “but Jeremy’s upstairs. He can take his pain meds in an hour, ok?”

“Gotcha, and hey, knock em dead!”

“As always.”

With the close of the front door Michael made his way up the stairs, the talk with Jeremy’s dad had calmed his nerves down some, but he was still on the verge of passing out. The door to Jeremy’s room was open, he would have let himself in regardless.

Jeremy was laying flat on his bed, looking up at his DS that he held far from his face. Around the room were video game and movie posters, a lot of crappy horror genre. Clothes were scattered all over the place, his hamper overfilling itself. The walls of his room were a deep blue while the bed sheets were a mix of both the blue and red strips. Jeremy stood
out from the room, at least in Michael’s love vision. He almost forgot to say hi until he saw Jeremy’s icy warm eyes look up at him with an arched eyebrow.

“Hey dude!” Michael made his way over, pulling up chair. “I got your favorite ice creams!” Jeremy smiled and sat up in the bed “I know I know, I’m the best friend ever no need to thank me.”

Michael was beginning to open up the tub to pour them some when his eyes widened at Jeremy’s response.

“…th'nks…” the poor kids voice was terrible! Scratched, croaky, unable to control pitch and overall painful. He made a strange undesirable sound, cringing as he held a hand to his throat.

“Woah dude don’t speak that sounds awful! Are you ok?”

Jeremy simply nodded, his eyes looked from the ice cream to Michael, before softening to become pleading.

Michael felt the heat rush to his face, damn he was cute. “Yeah- yeah I can totally do that.”

He took big scoops of green ice cream and handed the bowl to Jeremy. Who instantly dug his spoon in and ate up, the relieved smile he gave combined with the way his shoulders went slacked showed how good the cold felt to his throat. Michael couldn’t help but smile, he took his own bite, but it couldn’t be nearly as blissful as it did to Jeremy.

“So I’m guessing only yes or no questions huh…does it hurt?”

Jeremy nodded, eyes focused on the ice cream he was scooping furiously into his mouth.

“Is the ice cream at least helping?”

Another nod, this one a little more desperate.

“You’re not gonna talk at all right?”

Nod.

“…Am I the greatest guy you’ve ever met~”

A nod, with an eye roll.

“….well…” Michael almost through up, his voice was shaking as his heart hammered suddenly in his chest. Just do it dammit, don’t wuss out. At least you won’t be able to hear his rejection.

“Well did you know that I’ve had like THE biggest crush on you since maybe like 7th grade and I really really really like you because Jesus dude I like you I mean there’s a lot about you that’s just really awkward and sometimes I worry that you’re a furry but I just hecking love you man!” Michael let his word vomit spit out, unable to control his built up emotions.

He heard a clang as the spoon from Jeremy’s hand slipped against the bowl, “…whAt?!”

“Shhhhhshshshshhhh!!!! Your voice dude!”

Jeremy and Michael both had a match of fully red faces, their wide eyes stared at each other, neither blinking. Jeremy went to speak again-

“Nope! Nu uh! No talking!”

Jeremy gave him this look of shocked this belief, and knowing him long enough he was able to take fully sentences from those expressions.

“I know- I know it’s not a joke though Jerm I’m being serious!”

Jeremy’s jaw had dropped, his face seemed to be getting redder he the second, he nervously piled more ice cream into his mouth. But those eyes never left Michael.

“I-I know…bad timing but I just…I had to tell you ok so you don’t have to answer, I’ll leave you with your ice cream and-”

Jeremy’s cold hand touched the top of Michael’s. When Michael stared at him in wait of an explanation, the boy simply smiled cheekily.

“A-are you sure it’s ok?”

Jeremy’s face screamed ‘it’s more than ok’

Michael looked down at his sneakers, unable to hold back his relieved smile, physically shaking as adrenaline rushed out of him.

“What about Christine?”

Jeremy took a moment to grab his phone, type in a password, and do a fair amount of scrolling. When he turned it to Michael it was Jeremy admitting that he liked someone else to Christine, and thinking that they should break up, followed by a fair agreement by Christine. She even wished him good luck with the new crush and asked to stay friends.

“Oh…you like someone else…?”

An eager nod.

“…who?”

“I’s you…idi’t…!” Jeremy voice sounded god awful but in that moment the nails-on-chalk-board effect of his vocal chords was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

Michael smiled, trying to ignore the awful cringe Jeremy held and kissed his forehead. “Holy shit man this is like!! The best day! Ever!! Even better than that time I watched Rich fall down the stairs this is amazing!”

Jeremy laughed, the choked noise halting short with a pained noise. Michael kissed his hand “hey hey it’s ok…relax and eat your ice cream ok!”

Jeremy nodded, his eyes now holding an ‘I love you’ as he nuzzled against Michael’s hand. He ate his ice cream, before patting the free space in his bed. Michael handed Jeremy his pain medicine before laying down beside him, soon after about a half hour of cuddles, I love you’s from Michael, and eating ice cream, Jeremy’s pain began to calm down, allowing him to fall asleep. Michael kissed him again, he just wanted to kiss and kiss and never let go of what he’s always dreamed of.

Jeremy never knew getting his tonsils taking out could end up so awesome.

Mermaid In The Water

aww, you’re such a sweetheart, thank you love. x

A/N: i don’t do smut, so don’t ask || enjoy ♥

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Boy: Carlos De vil

Word Count: 1,677

Warning(s): Fluff

‘‘This is blowing my mind right now!!’‘

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