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I drew a boyfriend for my boy [x]

distraction ; reddie

Summary: “Jesus, Rich, sometimes I wish you just weren’t here!”

Also known as Reddie angst

Tw: mentioned sexual thoughts

Characters are 16+

Word Count: about 1k

It was one of those days when Richie was overly hyperactive. On those days, he’d go over to Eddie’s, and bother him until Eddie gave up what he was doing so they could talk until he got tired again. So, like usual, that’s what he did.

He made it to Eddie’s and parked his bike on the side of the house by his window, knocking twice before he pushed it up and climbed inside.

Eddie was at his desk at the end of his bed, scribbling words down on a piece of paper. “Hey, Rich,” He says, not even looking back. He knew who it was. It was a routine by now. “Heeeeey, Eds!” Richie grins, sliding into Eddie’s lap. Eddie sighs, dropping his pencil as he looks up at him.

“Just give me thirty minutes, Rich, and we can do whatever you want.” He smiles, but Richie was having none of that. “But I came to see you, Eds, I miss you,” He whimpers, starting to kiss at his jawline.

“Rich… I’m serious, I have to finish an essay,” Eddie whines, pushing Richie off. He falls onto the floor, glaring at Eddie. “Fine,” He mumbles, getting back up and going to sit on Eddie’s bed. He tried his hardest to stay still, but he just couldn’t, his leg bouncing up and down a mile a minute.

The sound was driving Eddie crazy. He was trying his hardest not to snap- as he knew Richie really couldn’t help it, but it was seriously driving him nuts. “Richie,” He says, calmly.

“Yes, honeybear?” Richie nods, looking over at him.

“Can you stop that?”

“Well, you know I can’t-“

“Richie. Stop it.”

With that, Richie’s leg stopped bouncing and the room fell silent again. Eddie continued to work on his essay, getting through another paragraph. He was content until Richie’s leg started bouncing again, about five minutes later.

“Richie!” Eddie snaps. “Please, for the love of Christ, give me thirty fucking minutes of silence!”

Richie scoffs. “You know you can’t go that long without hearing my voice,” He purrs. Without any reason, something inside Eddie snapped, and he turned around at full speed.

“Richie, that is bullshit and you know it! I could go days, weeks, months without you around!” He snaps, and Richie fakes a smile.

“But, Eds, who would you have to fuck?” He snickers, and Eddie balls his hands into fists.

“Anyone but you! Jesus, Rich, sometimes I wish you just weren’t here!” He screams, and Richie scoots backwards on the bed, almost like he was afraid Eddie was going to reach up and hit him. It’s silent for a moment.

“Richie, baby, you know I didn’t-“ Eddie purrs, getting up and going over to hug him, feeling awfully bad at the look on Richie’s face.

“Don’t,” Richie squeaks, getting up himself and moving past him. Eddie whines, reaching for his arm, but Richie pulls away before the two could make contact. “Richie-“

Don’t.”

Eddie lets his hand fall to the side, and Richie stares at him for a moment, tears in his eyes, before walking out of the room. Eddie could hear his footsteps go down the stairs, and the door close, once he reached it.

Over the next couple of days, neither Eddie nor Richie did much. The rest of the losers club heard something was wrong from Bill, who had went to Eddie’s. Of course, Eddie didn’t tell him exactly what happened, but he told him that he yelled at Richie and was pretty sure it hit too close to home.

With that as an explanation, the losers didn’t press. They understood. They always did.

Richie didn’t see them at all. He didn’t leave his house until Sunday afternoon. His parents came home from the bar drunker than drunk, screaming at each other, and he didn’t want to listen to it- so he hopped on his bike and rode off to the quarry.

He sat there, on the edge, staring down at the water, for what seemed like hours. His bike was against a tree behind him, and he didn’t notice Eddie approaching until it fell over. Richie glances back, but doesn’t have a joke to make.

“Hey, Rich.” Eddie says slowly, going to sit next to him. Richie lets him, but doesn’t respond, thinking back to what Eddie said to him.

“Look- Richie, I’m really fucking sorry. I didn’t mean what I said at all and… I want you here, Richie, I always want you here, it’s just… you become so much and I don’t know if I can handle that forever- you know? I love you, Richie, but what am I supposed to do? When things get serious? I can’t have you as a distraction.” Eddie says slowly, staring at Richie. Richie puts his head in his knees as he listens, so Eddie wouldn’t have to see the tears falling.

“A distraction.” Richie repeats. “I’m a distraction to you?” He looks up at Eddie, who nods slowly, not expecting to see Richie crying.

Richie stares at him for a minute, after Eddie nods, almost to make sure he wasn’t going to change his answer. “Okay,” He whispers, getting up and dusting himself off. “Then it’s over. I don’t wanna be a d-d-distraction to you anymore.” He chokes out, the tears falling faster- because

holy shit we’re breaking up and i’m not good enough for him i’m not good enough for my parents or eddie or my friends and he’s lying about loving me i’m a distraction and waste of space and holy shit i should of never been born if i jump right now i could die

he couldn’t stand hearing himself say that. Eddie gets up too, going to grab him, kiss him and calm him down, but once again- Richie pulls away quicker. “Rich-“

“N-No! No! Don’t you dare do that. It’s over, Eddie. You don’t have to deal with me anymore.” He says, and with that, he hops on his bike and starts riding off, not hearing Eddie’s screams, begging him to come back.

eclecticstarlightconnoisseur  asked:

In episode 8, Claire tells Jamie that whenever she heard birdsong she would pretend that Jamie was talking to her. Could we have a fic where Claire hears birds singing and she is talking to Jamie. Maybe while in a park with Brianna. Thank you for all your hard work and your wonderful stories. I just love the stories

The had sea raged since sundown, our modest ship flung from trough to crest without the slightest thought for her passengers. As a result, any snatch of rest was compromised by the Artemis’ constant tossing, my cabin thrown about like a helpless plaything. My limbs hit the hard planks of the walls, and the sudden loll of my neck—once jellied by deep unconsciousness—brought me into a painful wakefulness. I moved my legs, trying to stretch the stiffness out of them, but my knees met something more solid than wood: Jamie, lying beside me.

At some point in the night, he’d crept into my bunk, disregarding the fact that his stepdaughter lay just above us. Not that he was inclined for anything beyond sleep. No, the only thing my husband was capable of on stormy seas was retching into the bucket kept within his reach. Presently, its lack of odorous contents indicated that he hadn’t made full use of it—yet.

Despite my daily cups of ginger tea, it was acupuncture that had ultimately alleviated some of Jamie’s sickness. Tonight, I knew his coming hadn’t been driven by nausea, but by a feeling that had become my own steadfast bedmate since our onboard separation: a homesickness for the heart and flesh.

Until now, I hadn’t minded that Jamie had tip-toed into my room, laying himself clumsily beside me. But my cramped quarters were claustrophobic enough without the addition of his sharp elbows, which kept thumping my abdomen with the relentlessness of a jack hammer.

I sat up, trying to adjust myself into a more comfortable position, when I heard Jamie’s sleepy voice rise above the ruckus.

“Yer awake, Sassenach?”

“Hard not to be,” I said. “It’s like a bloody tsunami out there.”

“Aye, it just may be,” Jamie croaked. One eye opened, peering owlishly through the dark, to see me narrowly avoid a collision between my head and my bunk’s ceiling. “I feel as though one’s starting to roil in my gut, at least.”

“Please,” I said, nodding towards the available bucket at his side, “direct any bodily tsunamis over there.”

“Dinna fash. Willoughby has set me straight—for the most part.”

“The other part is what I’m fashing myself about,” I said, nudging him gently away. He smiled, though I noticed the sudden pensiveness of his expression when my face caught the glare of the moonlight, lancing through the grated windows.

“Are you all right?” he asked, a concerned hand finding my thigh. The weight of it, warm and reassuring, dispelled the lingering memories that had disturbed me in my dreams. “Ye look…”

“It’s nothing,” I said, all too unconvincingly. Even without the lit lanterns, I knew Jamie could sense my lie, and felt his grip tighten, as if to urge the honesty out of me.

As always, the security of his touch—the dichotomy of its firmness and the way it pried me open—made my words come easily.

“I told you, at Lallybroch, about the birds?” I said now, softly.

“Aye. You said you used to speak to them, as if you were speaking to me.” Again, his touch seemed to respond to my own subconscious will for confession, and I melted into it. If someone were to ask why I loved him, I would cite this moment: the way his tone indicated no trace of scorn, or disbelief, in my bizarre behavior.

“And I told ye as how a plover mourns,” he continued. “Condemned to the grave by the death of their mate.”

I sighed and nodded.

“I was wondering if perhaps…well, if it wasn’t just the romantic sort of mate. Or if it wasn’t only plovers that felt grief.”

“Ye mean—”

“I mean: I mourned for you. Of course I did. But that wasn’t the first time I had felt, I don’t know, heard by a bird. It had happened before when—” And here I swallowed, wanting to say her name without faltering. My voice betrayed me, though, cracking as soon as it formed on my tongue. How could it not? 

“When Faith died,” I managed finally. “Even then, I saw birds. Not a plover, not that time, but a blue heron—and I didn’t feel quite so alone then, either.”

“Claire…”

“It’s been over 20 years, Jamie; I’ve stopped grieving for her. If that sounds terrible then at least I know it.” I tried to hide the sudden sheen in my eyes, but Jamie refused to let me turn away. He held my chin, witnessing my guilt and sorrow with understanding, not judgment.

“The awareness of her loss hasn’t gone away, of course. It’s more of a hollowed presence now, or an emptiness that’s been normalized. But a bird would come to my windowsill every now and then, and I swear she’d be there, listening. And I could hear her too somehow.” I paused, before adding quietly: “All the sounds she never made.”

“What ye have with Faith, Sassenach—what any parent has with their child—it’s beyond what can be explained. If ye feel it, it’s real.”

“You sound like the crew mates.”

“The crew mates’ beliefs may no’ always be logical, but there are things that canna be explained by logic. You, of all people, ken that.”

“Well when you put it that way,” I said, my eyes drifting towards the moonbeam, which still creeped down the walls with a trickle of water. “It’s the same with Brianna, you know—I can’t stop thinking about her. Envisioning all the pieces of her life that I’ve lost.”

“And the birds?”

“There was an cormorant flying alongside us the other day. And it was like Brianna was next to me, trying to tell me everything that I’ve missed.”

Jamie turned onto his back, silent, but still kept his arm wrapped around me.

“I’ve no’ met her,” he said after a while. “And I’ve no’ seen her either, save for the photographs ye showed me. But I think I feel her too sometimes. When it’s neither day nor night. When it seems as though time doesna exist, and it’s only me and whatever lays out there, within and beyond the sea. A world that I’ve no’ seen, but that I ken—I feel. She’s there, somewhere, I’m sure of it. And I wonder if she feels me here, too.

“Whatever happens when we pass, or when we canna be wi’ the ones we love…I think there’s something that remains, always. That’s why we can mourn, or can feel the lost ones when they’re gone. Our greatest loves—well. I dinna think they can be broken by something as simple as time or place.”

I hummed into his shoulder, and then raised my face to his.

“I suppose we, of all people, should know that.” I said, echoing him and resting my head against his chest.

“Aye, Sassenach. I think we do.”

And as the Artemis continued her rough passage through the night, I no longer minded the constant upheaval, or the crowdedness of my bunk. I knew that when time and place had taken their final tolls, I would miss the imposition of Jamie’s body—though it would never stop pressing itself into my own, letting me know that Jamie was there long after he, or I, was gone.

IS THIS RUGBY OR FOOTBALL?

yarekomitsuri-x3  asked:

Can I ask for more shotgunning promptis pretty please?? I mean it's so DAMN HOT :D Pd: I fUcKiNg LoVe yOuR aRt HELP YOUR PROMPTIS IS MY LIFE

YES YOU CAN! I’ve always got time for more shotgunning even though this got kinda messy lmao sorry
There’s nothing more important than promptis so I’m really glad you like my art ♥ hope you’ll like this one too! c:

Izuocha Week 2017 (Day 1 : Firsts)

I’m still trying to find the best drawing style for drawing heroaca characters since my usual drawing style is not fit imo. So for now, enjoy this simple, tiny doodle of izuocha. I kinda imagined them here doing a morning walk together and chat along the way?? x'3

Colours of love

Feysand Soulmate AU

 Feyre is about to marry Tamlin. She thinks he is her soulmate, the person she is destined to be with, but her friend Rhysand knows the truth.

Rhys PoV

Word Count: 2878


She was beautiful. 

Since the moment I met her, she was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.And now, with the masterpiece of a dress that hugged her curves perfetly, the golden-brown hair tied up in a bun that showed the open back and the red roses within the small braids, the same colour as her full lips…

Red. Why had she decided to wear red on her wedding? Feyre hated red.

But maybe, she wanted to associate it with something nice after all. Because she was happy and in love, and that was everything that mattered.

The music was slow and quiet on the background, as she made one more step towards the altar, her husband. Towards her new life. Feyre never glanced at the guests, standing on both sides. Her beautiful eyes never left the people waiting in front of her. Her best friend and maid of honour, my cousin Mor. Lucien. And her beloved fiancé. 

She never looked at me

.And maybe it was better this way. I came here for my best friend. I came here because she wanted all of her friends to share happiest day of her life with her. And if those blue-grey eyes had looked at me, mine wouldn’t be able hide the pain I felt. The pain of watching Tamlin marry the woman I loved.

  My soulma-

Not my anything.

But luckily, she never turned around. She couldn’t know. No matter how much I wanted to see her beautiful eyes one more time, to make sure she was happy.

Blue-grey had become my favourite colour.

It was the night of a stupid college party three years ago. Feyre had just moved to Prythian from some small village nearby. Mor was her roommate and made her come to the party that Helion threw for his birthday.  That was the night everything changed.

I used to see in black and white. Probably every other person in that room was the same way. We’re all told that the world is beautiful and full of colours, but we start seeing them from the moment we touch the person we’re destined to be with. Our soulmate.

I had never believed in any of this. Before my parents died, they had claimed to be soulmates, but they were fighting all the time. It was almost like they hated each other and stayed together only for me and my sister. I didn’t want a relationship like that. So I just stopped believing. 

How can you know that you see only black and white, when you had never seen any colours? You can’t miss something you can’t even imagine.

Two hours into the party and Feyre couldn’t take it anymore. She was just making her way outside when she tripped on a forgotten cup. I saw it and hurried to catch her before she could hit the wooden floor. The moment I touched her, my breath was taken away and I was wordless. The first thing I saw were her beautiful eyes, the colour of an upcoming storm. 

Colour.

There you are, there you are, there you are.

And, of course, that’s the moment I realized Tamlin had tried to catch her too. She looked at him, her mouth slightly opened. 

I was looking for you, I wanted to say. But not a sound left my mouth. 

I was begging to whatever power to make her look at me, to see the expression on my face, to find out. I wanted to tell her what had happened, but she hadn’t even realized I was holding her too.

“I want to paint you”, she whispered. “I finally know what colour looks like and I want to paint you.”

Tamlin looked at me from the corner of his eyes and I knew everything was over. I knew he would hate me forever for what had happened years ago and he was capable of anything to hurt me once more. He knew what could have happened if he hadn’t shown and decided to play a big part in preventing it come true.

So, I naturally let go of her arm and turn away. I kept it for myself for weeks. But then, Feyre and Tamlin started to date officially and I couldn’t take it anymore. I told Morrigan what had happened the night of the party and she told me I was a stupid prick for not telling her, to let her date a monster like Tamlin. She told me I had to tell her the truth in an instant, but I couldn’t. She looked so happy and peaceful. I couldn’t take this from her.

With the time she became Mor’s best friend and later mine too. I took everything she gave me and nothing more. Tamlin hated our friendship and we started to go out less and less, but we never stopped. She even made me take her to the man that had tattooed me, Cassian and Azriel. She said this was the first time she felt like a part of a family and wanted to have the same tattoo, so she could be one of us.

A part of my family. 

That’s how she got the black tattoo, swirling on her gentle left arm, from the tips of her fingers to her elbow. After that, I didn’t see her for over four months. She never told me the reason, but I knew Tamlin was a part of it.

She never lost her beautiful smile, though. So I knew that whatever he has done, she was still happy. She didn’t want to be parted with us, but she would still always choose him, because Tamlin made her happy. And she was in love.

My light in the darkness, all the colours in this world.

My soulmate, in love with someone else.

Not my anything. 

Not my anything.

I repeated this over and over to myself, as she walked down the aisle. I kept repeating it as the music stopped and suddenly she was standing before Tamlin, holding his hand.

Everything had happened too fast, but in the same time, to slow and painful for me to handle.

I couldn’t hear anything. It was like the word had gone silent and everything I could see or think about, was her.

“Yes!”, Tamlin said.My body tensed and all at once I became too aware of what was happening. 

“And you, Feyre Archeron, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the answer, but a few seconds passed and it didn’t come. Her hands slightly trembled and I felt my eyes water.

No, no…  

She wasn’t excited, nor was she even nervous. No, she was scared. Scared of what was happening, what she was going to make… Scared of him. Her skin was pale, all colour had left her cheeks. She wasn’t happy. How haven’t I seen it sooner?

“Feyre?” I more saw than heard Tamlin say. But somehow, there was no gentleness in his features, no worry in his eyes.

I should’ve told her everything, I shouldn’t have let her do this. It was a mistake and I knew she was too scared, too confused to leave. My soulmate. I should’ve told her sooner…

“No.” For a heartbeat, time stopped. The whole world disappeared. And then-

“What did you say?” Tamlin snapped.

“I am not going to marry you!” Tears escaped her eyes, but her voice was strong, secure. Her hands had stopped to tremble, too.

Tamlin was furious. He made a step to her and I stood up, preparing myself to punch him in the face before he could do it to her first. But before I knew it, Feyre had gotten away from him and was running towards the exit. He tried to follow her, but Mor, Amren and my brothers were faster. The girls blocked the door as Cassian and Azriel grabbed him. He couldn’t escape their grip, no matter how much he tried.

Amren looked at me, her eyes full of pride from what Feyre had done, and nodded.

“Go!” my cousin hissed.

I didn’t need any more convincing as I stormed out of the building and jumped into my car.


It took me half an hour to get there. I didn’t see her car anywhere, but she had to be here. There was nowhere else she could have gone.

The lake was beautiful this day. The blue of the cloudless sky reflected in the water, making it a darker shade of the colour of her eyes. I loved this place.

And from the moment I showed it to her, I knew she loved it too. 

It was only a couple of minutes away from the city, but no one ever came. And at night, this was the best place to look at the night sky. Every time I come here and look at the stars, I begin to feel peaceful, like everything is alright. I knew she did too.

So without a second thought, I got out of the black car and looked around.

There she was. Laying on the grass, her wedding dress dirty and all around her, her hair a mess. I took a deep breath and put my hands in my pockets. I approached her slowly. Every step I took towards her felt like a lifetime. Her eyes were closed and for a moment, I thought she had fallen asleep.

“It was all my fault”, she whispered. I stopped and felt my whole body tense. Feyre… “Staying with him. Hurting myself. It is all my fault”

My heart broke with every word that left her mouth. It pained me to just look at her and not be able to say anything, but I had become wordless. I didn’t know what to do. 

She opened her eyes ever so slowly and stood into a sitting position. Her cheeks were wet from the tears she had shed. She was silent for a moment and I finally sat next to her, my eyes never leaving hers. I gently stroked her hand, assuring her to continue.

“I knew I wasn’t happy”, Feyre confessed, her voice hoarse from the crying. ”I knew this wasn’t love, at least not anymore. I still thought I loved him when he proposed, but for months those feelings faded and now… They just aren’t here. But I kept telling myself that I was wrong. That I did love him and I was just stressed out. I continued to lie to myself that I was happy, that this- he- was everything I wanted, needed. He is my soulmate after all. It is our destiny to be together…”

“We choose our own destiny, Feyre. Only you can decide who you are, what you do and who you want to be with. And…” he isn’t your soulmate, never was. But I couldn’t tell her. Not when she was sad and heartbroken, when the last thing she needed was a relationship. When she would never see me as more than her friend.

“Do you remember last year? After I made my tattoo and then just disappeared?” I nodded, curious where she was going with this. “We had a big fight and after that, I decided it was better to stay at home for a while. Those months were probably the worst of my life. I lost weight, stopped eating and I just didn’t care about anything. Life seemed pointless. I wanted to care, but I didn’t. Tamlin acted like he didn’t see anything wrong with me and I thought… I just thought he was fighting his own demons, trying to be better. I stopped talking to you, because he was more stressed out than ever and I didn’t want to make it any worse, but…  The only thing that made me want to live again- not just exist as an empty shell, but live- was the thought of you. Of the family you introduced me to, that became my family too. But mostly of you, Rhysand.”

My heart started to beat faster. If only I had known… She had to get over this by herself. She had fought alone, and I had had no idea about it.

“I stayed with him only because he is my soulmate”

“He isn’t”, I heard myself say and instantly looked away. I would tell her. I just couldn’t watch her in the eyes as I did.

Coward, I scoffed at myself.

“Tamlin isn’t your soulmate” I felt Feyre stiffen as I repeated. “The night at the party you were drunk and confused and when you, clumsy as always, tripped on that cup, it was both of us that caught you. The blue-grey of your eyes was the first colour I ever saw. You were so beautiful and you didn’t even look at me. You had eyes only for him and didn’t even realize I was standing right beside you, too, still holding your hand.”

I finally looked up. New tears were streaming down her face and I felt my own eyes water. There were too many emotions written in those pretty eyes. And for the first time, I couldn’t read her at all.

I thought she was about to scream at me, beat me, offend me, for everything I had hid from her all this time. But she did nothing of those things. In fact, she didn’t do anything at all.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

So many reasons, but at the same time, there were no real reasons at all. I thought for a moment. What did it matter what I would say? She probably hated me anyway.

“At first I didn’t tell you, because I was scared. You didn’t know me and I was afraid you would think it was some sort of a stupid prank. Then you started dating him and I thought you were happy. When you and Mor got closer and you became a part of our family, you always looked like everything in your life was perfect, the way it had to be. For me, it was enough to take everything you gave me and nothing more. If being my friend was all you wanted, I was content to give you that. Even though it killed me to watch you with him, I was fine with it, as long as you were happy. And I wanted that for you.” I stopped for a moment, still refusing to meet her eyes. “I promised myself I would let you go, because you deserved to love fiercely and be loved the same way in return. Even if it wasn’t with me. Because I loved you, Feyre. I love you. You are not only my soulmate, you are my everything.”

It was too late. I was a fool and it was too late to make things right.

She deserved the truth, but I didn’t deserve her at all.

Feyre gently took my chin between her fingers and made me look at her. I expected to see only pity and anger, maybe pain, but the look she gave me… It was full of emotion. Worry and love. I was sure I had confused myself. It wasn’t possible, and then-

“All this time I wondered what it would be like if it was you.” The corners of her mouth turned into a small smile. I had to have heard it all wrong, she couldn’t really mean it. “I wanted it to be you”

I cried.

I couldn’t keep the tears, I couldn’t stop the sob as it escaped my lips. This wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real. She had escaped Tamlin, had left the wedding and that was too much to begin with. But to say she thought about me, wished to be with me, while she was engaged to someone else? This couldn’t be real.

Maybe she knew me too well, or perhaps I had said it out loud. She wrapped her arms around me and and never let go.

“I love you too, Rhysand. I might need time to heal, but I belong to you. I always have. And I am sorry, so incredibly sorry, that I hid away those feelings. You deserve the world and I am sorry I made you think otherwise”

Her hand once again lifted my chin and Feyre pulled herself away, just enough to look me in the eyes. In a heartbeat her lips met mine and I felt happier than ever. It felt as though everything in this world had come into place, like I had found what I was looking for all of my life. 

I loved her and she loved me. That was all that mattered.

I was the one to brake the kiss, even though every inch of my body protested. I couldn’t stop smiling. Those blue-grey eyes were looking at me with so much happiness, life and love and it felt like the wedding had happened years ago, in a different world, different life, because so much had changed for only a couple of minutes… I looked at her shining eyes and knew, that my life was now complete.

No matter what others said, blue was the colour of love.

tryingtofindmyplacetoscream  asked:

Teebs, use that creative brain of yours for option 1 with Bechloe

anything for my favorite smol monster pupper child. even posting unbetaed drabbles of my shitty writing.

1) “Because I love you god damn it.” — Bechloe

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askhumanaurin  asked:

Rui-san? Wanna hang out later? You look kinda lonely.

“I’m sorry I don’t think I’m at my b-best right now!!” 

Why am I having these thoughts????

M!A: 5/8

anonymous asked:

Could you maybe write something about Stingy and Stephanie having to share an umbrella? (Probably Stingy's umbrella) It would make me immensely happy since I really love the idea and your writing!

Thank you! It’s a cute idea. Sorry it took so long!

[currently not accepting new prompts as of 11/18/17]

Stephanie frowned at the heavy rain falling outside the school’s front doors. She and Stingy had stayed after to help the teacher clean their classroom, but now they were going to get caught in a rain storm. She turned to Stingy to ask if he wanted to wait inside for it to let up. Instead, she jumped back as he opened a wide, yellow umbrella.

“See you tomorrow, Stephanie,” he said. He walked down the steps and into the rain. 

“Hey! Stingy!” He turned back. “Can we walk home together?”

Stingy looked confused, “But you live on the other side of town! I’m not heading that way.”

“Yeah but I don’t wanna get wet…”

“You want me to share my umbrella??”

Stephanie clasped her hands together, “Pleeeease?”

Stingy opened his mouth, closed it, sighed, and finally said, “Alright, fine.”

With a grin, Stephanie jumped down the steps to join him. Stingy kept a tight grip on his umbrella as they walked. He seemed annoyed at having to share with Stephanie but as they made their way through town, talking about the cleanup and what they liked to do on rainy days, he started smiling again.

When they reached Stephanie’s door, she held it open. “Thanks, Stingy! You’re a good friend.”

Stingy did a good job of looking put out, sticking his nose in the air with a huff, “Remember to bring your own umbrella next time.” He spun his umbrella. “And you’re welcome.”

“Want to come inside and have some hot cocoa before you go?”

Stingy’s whole face changed at the idea and he stepped inside right away.

Walking home with Stingy and having hot chocolate turned into Stephanie’s favorite rainy day activity. And through Stingy would gripe about having to share his things, it was obvious it was his favorite too.

just wanting to let my followers know if i don’t answer your ask please don’t be discouraged! because in most situations it’s not about you. if i don’t answer it’s because….

  1. tumblr ate your ask (you can always send me another one asking if i got it i don’t mind~)
  2. it’s about a topic i don’t want to talk about (anymore).
  3. it’s very similar to the other asks i got.
  4. i don’t have time to get to it and it ends up sitting in my inbox for so long i’m embarrassed to answer it asdfgh.
  5. (rare) it’s just hate.
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the disney movie nobody asked for

Steve “No One Touches My Kids” Harrington was one of the best things that came out of Stranger Things 2. | Redbubble

I was looking around and apparently people who don’t like Noctis also protesting that he shouldn’t get in Tekken? That he is a jrpg character from high fantasy setting with sword, magic, etc so he don’t fit in..?

..But it’s a franchise where you have not only one but two laser shooting Devils, a bonafide Angel, aztec god, narcoleptic vampire, chainsaw-wielding android schoolgirl, boxing kangaroos, bodyguard bears, and walking trees among many other thing. Adding a mere magical Prince won’t put a dent in mumbo-jumbo that is Tekken universe.

Design wise? He fits among them just fine. 


Actually he look more out of place when placed with some of his FF senpais. Here you have serious looking, fully armored Warrior of Light and equally heavily decorated paladin Cecil. …..And then there is Noctis, looking like he stumbled into a wrong cosplay con.

“Who are they? Why I’m here?”

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Katy: So that one time you brought him in and he was sparking all over the place–

Keith: Yeah.

Katy: Oh. Oh my god