I know this is dumb, but can we talk about Harry dating someone who is comfort over beauty when it comes to clothing choices, and then he's taking her to an event so Lou gets ahold of her and when he sees her it just knocks the wind out of him, bc she's always beautiful but HOLY SHIT
THIS IS NOT DUMB BECAUSE THIS IS ME 110% i literally never dress up or look put together aka i wear huge sweatshirts and leggings like my life depends on it
and he would be in A W E not that he normally isn’t, but it’s just different you know?
“Love yeh all done up… Love yeh always, but you’re jus’ somethin’ special tonight.”
keith talking to some random stranger about lance and complimenting him like he did with him in beta traz while looking down fondly. “i have a…friend who always complains about my mullet. he’s a very good sharpshooter and also my right-hand man i don’t know what i would without him.” “you seem fond of him.” “I am.”
training session together where 50% of the stuff they do is flirting
another solo mission together where they fight back to back
they find an alternate reality where they’re together and this makes them think a lot about what they could be in theirs
lance starts wearing something red to match his new lion and keith tells him “you look good in my colors”
the team starts noticing lance flirts less than usual
one of those clichè scenes where one character makes a decision that makes their loved one proud and has them looking softly at them
keith and lance offering to wingman for each other but ending up describing each other as their ideal partner while talking to someone
“ofc you would like lance who wouldn’t he’s beautiful i mean what”
they’re facing off an enemy who’s making fun of them for not being strong enough and lance is lie “he’s strong!! he cradled me in his arms once!!” and keith deadass stops in the middle of the battle to shout “YOU REMEMBER”
a parallel of the shut your quiznak scene but this time lance is saying it fondly and keith laughs while saying “i still don’t think you’re using that correctly”
“he’s not my boyfriend!!” “but you want him to be”
lance making a cryptid joke for keith
lance leans in for an hug and keith blushes bc he thinks he was gonna kiss him
“well i do have a boyfriend!!!” *points at keith panicking*
awkwardly asking each other out for a date in the pool but both make sure they don’t mention the word “date” at all
lance distracting keith during a plan exposition by putting his hand on his shoulder or on his own hand
keith sees that someone is trying to make lance feel bad and he’s furious and goes up to that person like “yo take that back immediately”
lance being slightly jealous of seeing someone talking to keith and masks it with an excuse like “i don’t want him to find someone before me cuz ya know…rivals” (no one believes that though) keith: lance i’m not with xx i just wanted to see if u were gonna confess
keith gets asked if he likes someone and he’s like “well there is someone…” *looks at lance while sighing*
they take a selfie with lance’s space phone. (bc duh, needs to happen)
keith looking fondly at lance while everyone else is looking at something else. “cute right?” keith, looking at lance: yeah “i’m not sure we’re talking about the same thing”
keith gifting lance with something and blushing while handing it to him. idc what it is it can be whatever and lance being almost speechless. “you got this…for me?”
keith: please be careful!! lance: always am!
keith to lance: man you are cuddly
lance: did i miss something pidge: oh just keith complaining about bonding moments lance: ok so nothing new then
keith telling lance “i’ve never met anyone like you” because i live for the clichè stuff dont judge
the classic “ we got stuck somewhere alone together and now we gotta talk about our feelings” kind of thing
lance showing off his bf once they’re dating “yep! i’m dating him!!!”
more alone conversations where lance tells keith about his life as an uncle
hunk accidentally mentioning that lance had a crush on keith at the garrison.
like at the garrison you clearly like ke—” “KEN I LIKED KEN REMEMBER KEN?? AHHA GOOD OL’ GUY” “there was no one…named ken”
running after each other for something? because i’ve realized we’ve never seen that in canon and soft music is playing in the back
keith gifting lance with his bom blade once they’re together “i want you to have this”
an “i thought you were dead!” moment where keith kisses lance without hesitation and lance replies with “well i am know”
lance fingergunning at keith pls and thank u
the “fine” “fine” “fine” “FINE” thing when they get into arguments and they end up giving each other the silent treatment but it lasts like one minute and if it starts seriously, it ends jokingly
the pool scene becomes an inside joke like the bonding moment: “we went to the pool together!!!!” “keith you wanted to stay away from me??” “well you forgot our bonding moment!”“oh god not this again….”
a moment where they both turn at each other smirking and everybody is like “lol ur smiling at each other” and they’re like “no we’re not” but their mouths are still curved in a smile
they become very clingy with each other and don’t realize it until someone points it out
they swap clothes for one day and no one questions it. “they’re doing their thing as usual”
“are you hugging me?” “looks like i am” “thank you i needed that”
“when i said that I don’t hate you….i meant something else also”
can we uhhhh get mind-reading aliens that can sense their feelings for each other
“lets do this” and then they smile at each other
keith slipping that he likes lance in the middle of a very tough battle bc he doesnt know what will happen OR “if i dont make it…tell lance i love him”
keith at 2 am: hey pidge lance looked at me for more than one second today what do you think i should do
they try to make sure they always stand next to each other
Chainsmokers were the first to ask for a collab with BTS. After BTS accepted they were sent 10 beats right away.
Jin: we say bts in America because they don’t even know what Bangtan Sonyeondan means so they won’t be able to make fun of us
Namjoon asked Hobi yesterday in a serious tone “Why do foreign fans like us? what part do they like about us?”(they can’t believe it and they think they have nothing special) and Jhope answered him “seriously why do they think we are funny?” But the MC said that their music is great like reaaaally great (AMEN someone was there to speak the truth)
MC reading the comments “My mom tells me Bangtan works harder than me” the host answered to that “Yes they put their blood, sweat and tears”
The MC said that BTS will probably be in history books to let people know more about South Korea. BTS humbly thanked him.
Jhope said the choreography for this album is the hardest they had so far.
Suga said all their content get translated fast (in the second) so BTS and himself are amazed whenever tahta happens.
Jimin buttoned his shirt and someone texted the station asking “Jimin why did you button up”. Jimin said it was just too much. Then the host thanked Jimin for doing so and Suga said “but mine is unbuttoned too” (He was wearing a shirt underneath lol)
The host asked them what are they majored in high school. Jimin said contemporary dance and the MC said “yeah your face look like contemporary dance). V said dancing and singing.
A fan asked that she wanted to hear Tahyung and Jungkook more. The MC asked if they don’t talk much to which Jimin answered "No they talk the most” and JK added, “I don’t know when to come in/get into the convo”.
Suga and JK got a cold.
The MC said Jimin looks like he was naturally born with blonde hair (it suits him so well)
Jimin: we all cried when we first performed at the Olympic Gymnasium. there were chills all throughout our bodies
The dome tour next month is their first JAPAN biggest tour and one con holds 35000ppl and they even cried w 1500ppl so they r thrilled n nerve
Host: is pied piper about the fans because they follow you guys around? bts: yes host: are you dissing them? yoongi: we’re thankful (Read this analysis to understand why they are thankful HERE).
Q. how was it performing with Seo Taiji yoongi: it was an honor hoseok: he’s very detailed he helped us one by one with the dances. Namjoon: Seo Taiji kept calling us his sons. there’s a year difference between him and Jungkook’s actual dad
Cultwo said they used to have 8000 fans but bc they didn’t take care of them they have 5 now lol (Insinuating that they should take care of their fans).
host: rap mon’s good at English who’s good at Japanese bts: rap mon hoseok: he’s very good with languages host: How about Chinese bts: jin
What do u wanna eat so bad rn? Jimin said chicken, Jin jelly, Suga obok jaengban (Jimin said he was an old man for picking that), V ggomak, Jhope Nakjji, RM meat and rice and Jungkook ramen.
They said they eat Three meals a day but because of the schedule (packed), they lose weight every day. Jimin: (worried fans would be worried about them) WE’RE EATING VERY WELL DO NOT WORRY ABOUT US
MC: you guys kicked down Ariana grande Justin Bieber Shawn Mendes Namjoon: I feel rude saying kicked host: YOU DID KICK THEM DOWN
They started talking about “top social artist” and the host asked them to tell Bieber something and V said in English “Justin Bieber I am your fan”.
Namjoon’s motto “Let’s live life sexily”
Taehyung: [his life motto is something in satoori his dad says] it means “that’s nothing! just forget about it and do it/move on!”
Jungkook changes the instruments he is learning every 3 months so the MC said he is probably good at none. and JK answered, “That’s why I am trying to change my moto” (‘It’s better to die if you have no passion’ to which SG answered in the past 'Jungkookie is going to die soon’).
Jimin: we’re coming back through the comeback show with DNA so please anticipate it and love us a lot thank you!
An Aquarius and I were sitting out in the park just relaxing, and suddenly she started kissing my neck and whispered, “I’m scared of getting too attached too quick to you, but you’re making this too difficult for me. I can’t stop thinking about you and I hate you for this..” She then bombarded me with kisses.
An Aries rubbed her hands together and sighed. “I’m so scared..” She said, “I’m scared of being a failure, to fail is something I can’t really see myself doing, and IF this relationship between us fails l, then I am too blame because I probably didn’t do my part.”
A Cancer looked at me with a small smile on her face and said, “I’m scared to love you. I’m scared to even think of loving you, but I have been through so much, so just wait for me to open up, okay?”
A Capricorn let out a small laugh and just looked at me and pushed me playfully, and then suddenly she got quiet and gently held my hand into hers. She looked back at me and said, “I’m not very good with words. I can’t always express myself the way you want me to, but believe me, I love you so much and I just don’t want you to think that I don’t. I see you. I feel you. You make me happy, okay?”
A Gemini slowly placed her hands on my face and squeezed my face playfully, then slowly got quiet before letting go and smiled. “Get use to me..”, she said as she backs away from me. “I’m the accurate Gemini and you wouldn’t want to get too attached if I just up and leave..” she slowly slowed down and stopped, “but that doesn’t mean you can just accept that, because for once I want someone to chase the fuck out of me..”
A Leo and I were cuddling and she slowly lifted my hand and looked at it and she snuggled closer to me and said, “I’m sorry if you think I’m very demanding at times, and I know that my pride gets the best of me, and I can’t seem to lower my pride when I know I’m in a wrong, but for you..” She looked up and stared at you. “I’m going to do everything for us to just work and we better meet halfway, okay?”
A Libra sat ontop of me in bed and we just talked the whole night like this, and slowly said, “I always think that I’d feel lost, or lose myself, when I know I’ll be deep in my feelings and no one is there to really listen to me, or even when I need someone.. I fear that I’d be just alone.. I’m scared, you know?” I watched her got quiet and I pulled her down and held her close to me and whispered to her that I will be here for her and she buried herself to me, holding onto me tightly..
A Pisces rolled and slowly inched herself closer to me and said, “I’m scared to wake up and to find you not in love with me anymore. To give my all to you, and you’ll just slowly just lose feelings for me right away…” She started to whimper and continued, “to feel like this will all be just a dream because you have been nothing but a blessing to me and I can’t lose this. I don’t want to lose this, to lose you. So, please reassure me every single damn day, asshole..”
A Sagittarius placed her arms around her my neck and whispered softly, “I overthink too much about things and I can’t stop. You’re in my thoughts alot. You always do..” Her hands rub the back of my neck and she slowly starts to sway us together. “I just can’t help that I’m like this when I’m with you..”
A Scorpio reached for my hands and squeezed them as tightly as she can and said, “I told you I have trust issues, and I have been hurt in the past, and I couldn’t put myself out there for you, and I just wanted you to know that if you give me a bit more time you’ll know.. you’ll know when I’m ready again.”
A Taurus and I were out in downtown and I watched her walk infront of me. She then turned around with her hands on her back and slowly walked towards me and said, “I’m falling for you, you know? But I’m not there yet. I’m scared to fall, because [laugh] I haven’t had anyone tried to catch me.. and I’m scared..” She looks into my eyes and slowly she reached for my hands. “I am falling for you, and I hope you’re there to catch me…”
A Virgo stared at me long and hard, she then leaned to kiss my cheek softly and said, “I have a fear of commitment. I’ve had alot of people promise me things and completely mistreated me and I know you mean well, but could you just.. can we take things slow? Because I don’t want to ruin this. I don’t want to ruin us. I like you, I really do but you’re..” I kissed her and she kisses back and suddenly she pulled away with a smirk on her face, “There you go again.. God, you’re at it again..”
I’m sorry that you haven’t heard from me, I’m sorry that I haven’t gotten out of bed for the past two 2 weeks, for the past 2 months, the past 2 years. Sorry that you have to text me 20 times in a row, that my phone has to jump in order for me to pay attention, the way some people have to jump just so someone will finally pay attention. I never wanted to feel this low. And I’m still thankful that I had those friends who checked up on me even when my body felt like it was shutting down and the neon sign burnt out. I lost my glow. I know I had people talking about where I could have been, peering through these dusty windows, looking into my dead eyes knowing that I wasn’t really around. But I’m coming around and now I don’t wince when the curtains are being pulled open, I don’t wince when I’m baring my soul.
The beer café was almost full when you entered. Looking around, you could see the usual customers already on their tables, chatting away about good memories. A few nights ago, you and Jungkook would have been a part of this as well, just sitting somewhere in the corner, giggling about stupid shit with fills and refills after chugging Budweiser. You swallowed and took a deep breath before going straight past your usual spot in café to the bar stools.
It’s not like you hadn’t wondered why everything was happening. In fact, wonder was a massive understatement. You had sat in your room for hours trying to reach Jungkook, trying to convince him to meet you so you could try to unravel what happened, so that you could make him believe that whatever he had seen was false. Untrue. When all had failed you even decided to barge in his workplace, but you cracked. You couldn’t do it anymore. You had nothing on this. You were running around, crying, beating yourself up and for what? Why should you?
Talking to Seulgi had been the last straw. They were dating. Even after everything that had happened in the past week, you weren’t expecting this. He had forgotten all about you, or at the very least this entire situation was clearly not as difficult for him as it was for you. After talking to her, you made a conscious decision that it was over and it would remain that way.
You glanced up at the bartender, who was looking at you expectantly. Clearly, he was waiting for your order. You asked him to come back to you after five minutes and dialed Yoongi.
He didn’t pick up. Instead you felt a light tap on your shoulder and you turned around to find Yoongi standing behind you in his cap and mask. You gave him a small smile and gestured for him take the seat beside yours. Just in time the bartender came back to take your order and you ordered two pints of Budweiser, glancing at Yoongi for approval. He nodded yes. You took a big swig as soon as the beer landed in front of you.
“So,” You began, turning around in your seat to take a good look at Yoongi, who had now taken off his mask and his cap and was facing you as well. “What did you want to talk about?”
He shrugged, running his right hand through his messy hair to calm it down. “Just, you know, everything?”
You raised a brow in a silent question. When he didn’t answer, you said, “You want to elaborate on that?”
Yoongi sighed and ran his tongue over his lips. “I’m your friend too, aren’t I?”
You nodded. “Of course you are.”
“Then please ____, you should not be the one shifting out of the city.”
You took a much humbler sip this time. “So that’s what this is about, huh?”
Yoongi didn’t answer. He just looked at you with a slightly conflicted look in his eyes.
You smiled, sensing his discomfort. Instead of easing him out, you stayed silent. You eyes once again started wandering across the place, gauging people’s expressions as they sat with their partners and friends, some laughing at jokes of reunion, others relaxing and having low-key conversations. You wondered how many of these faces were true. Were they really enjoying or was it just a front like yours?
“You know Yoongi,” You turned back towards Yoongi, who shifted his attention from his lap to you, and started. “Jungkook and I often visited this place.”
If he was surprised by the sudden change in the topic, he didn’t show it. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and smiled. “Really now?”
You gave him a recalling nod and continued. “We never sat at the bar though. We would always take one of the corners and chug beer after beer.” You mused.
“Always the corners?” Yoongi asked you looking around the place. “This seems like a pretty busy place. You couldn’t have gotten corners each time.”
“We did.” You smirked. “In fact, we made it a point to come in early and just grab any of the corner tables. We were so into it that even if both us had to use the toilet, one would hold it in and guard the table.” You smiled at the memory and continued. “Jungkook would stay back to guard the table and if I took too long to finish my business, which I did because it was always fun teasing him, he would bombard my cell with calls and texts begging me to come out fast but wouldn’t leave the table.” You laughed, and Yoongi laughed along with you.
“You really love him, don’t you?” He asked you as your laughter died down, giving you a sad smile. You returned it with one of your own.
“I do.” You humorlessly laughed and soon enough, it turned into a heartbreaking cry. Yoongi reacted immediately, getting off his stool and silently putting your head on his chest in a consoling hug. You grabbed his shirt from the front, trying to stop the tears from escaping your eyes but you couldn’t. The entire week, you had been alone, beating yourself up and crying your eyes out, wondering where you went wrong. It was coming back to you. The few seconds after you’d realized that Jungkook wasn’t even going to speak to you and his decision was final, the helplessness you felt. It was all coming back to you.
“___, I’m so sorry.” Yoongi repeated over and over again, rubbing his hands up and down your back.
“No, you don’t understand!” You cried as you removed your head from his chest to look up at him, your hands still gripping his t-shirt. You knew it. You knew that your eyes would definitely be exhibiting your helplessness at that point but how could you stop? Someone was finally ready to listen to you.
“I was helpless.” You said between sobs. “I just sat there in my room Yoongi, trying to figure out what I could possibly do. Who I could possibly talk to but there was no one! I was completely and utterly alone! Hours, for hours, I just sat in my room trying to do something! Anything!” You broke down harder. “But there was nothing I could do!” Your grip loosened on his T-shirt as your cried harder, feeling every suppressed emotion being released in your tears.
Yoongi’s hands caught yours as they fell from his t-shirt and slowly he brought it back on his chest again, fisting your hands into his own. Your cries softened as you looked up at him but the tears were still falling down.
“You listen to me right now, ___. It’s not your fault. None of it, you get that?” He looked at you directly in the eye. “I’m sorry you are going through this but moving out of the city will not help you.”
You shook your head softly. “I have no other way-“
“No.” Yoongi cut you off. “You do. You deal with it. You get your life back together and you move on.”
You lightly scoffed as you look away from him. “It’s easier said than done, Yoongi.”
Yoongi nodded and tightened his grip around your hands making you look back at him. “I know. But I will help you.”
You looked at him as you contemplated his words, judging the sincerity in them. His eyes were unwavering and his grip on you hand was not fierce but reassuring. Even though you realized that much, you couldn’t help yourself when you asked him: “Why? Why would you help me over taking his side? You’re his friend.”
His gaze softened for a second thinking about his younger friend, who was like a brother to him, but his decision did not change. He sighed as he let go of your right hand and placed his hand on your head and ran it down to your neck. “He was wrong. And I told you already,” He said and you waited for him to complete his sentence.
“You are my friend too.”
You looked at him and for a second, his determination was beginning to convince you. Maybe…just maybe, you were not alone in this. Maybe you could come out of this and get your life back together.
However, your calming heartbeat rose once again as your eyes fixed on two figures standing behind Yoongi, one of them looking at you with the same shock written on your face. Yoongi saw the look in your eyes and let of you to turn around and follow your line of sight. His gaze hardened as he looked at exactly what you were seeing right now.
They were here. He was here.
Jungkook was here. And his hands were intertwined with his partner who was undoubtedly your ex-best friend.
Summary: In which Richie and Eddie are both flustered by a moment that was rudely interrupted.
Prompt 86: “Have you seen- oh”
Prompt 42: “I’d like to talk to you when you have your pants on, okay?”
A/N: Thankyou to who requested this!! This is so hard not to make sexual as the request specifically asked for them to be in the middle of a ‘moment’ like a make out and they’re walked in on. Please don’t think I’m trying to sexualise the kiddos in any way shape or form because that is not my intention. ALSO, they’re 15 in this fic!! I’m this age and people at my age are doing MUCH worse than making out so please keep your argument about me sexualising them to yourselves bC TEENAGERS MAKE OUT, TEENAGERS DO A LOT OF BA D THINGS
“Eds, hey- Eds.”
Eddie grumbled, pulling the sheets over his head to block out the voice of Richie Tozier.
“Eds, c’mon. Get up.”
“Fuck off Richie. Don’t call me that.” Eddie hissed, staying under the sheets and attempting to fall back into a peaceful slumber.
Richie frowned, his head tilted with his glasses falling down his nose. He lifted a single finger up and pushed them up, leaving yet again another fingerprint against his dirtied lenses. His imprint smudges the sight in once light, but Richie barely notices.
“No one is fucking here, I think Bill and Stan left.” Richie pestered on, grabbing Eddie’s shoulder and shaking it heavily.
Eddie frowned, eyes slowly sliding open and a groan of frustration leaves Eddie’s lips and he sits up, glaring daggers at Richie with fresh tears of waking up abruptly on his waterline.
“Richie, you fucking asshole. That is what you wake me up for?”
“Well, I woke up alone and I didn’t want to be alone. Why is that a problem?”
“I barely sleep as it is, Richie! You just fucking broke me from an actual good sleep!” Eddie cried, anger pulsing through his veins before he quickly calms down, grabbing his hair strands as he places his head in his hands.
Richie couldn’t help but feel guilt for his own selfish actions, sighing quietly and awkwardly patting at his bare thigh as he only wore underwear and a random band tee, as always, to sleep.
“Eds, I’m sorry.” Richie sat down, climbing onto the mattress next to Eddie.
Eddie was silent for a moment before speaking up, “It’s fine. I didn’t mean to totally freak out.” Eddie too let the nickname slide, as he played with the edged trim of the blanket that covered his own bare legs.
Silence pierced the thin air of Bill’s room, as the two sat in silence next to each other with their elbows grazing one another. Richie sucked in his bottom lip, and shuddered as he wasn’t covered by Eddie’s bedding and was exposed to the late September air.
“Why don’t you sleep good, Eds?” Richie questioned, with his head tilted and looking towards Eddie.
Eddie nibbled at the skin that peeled from his lower lip, rubbing his hands together and he shrugged.
“I..I guess it’s just nightmares? They’re weird. Like, fuck.” Lies. Total fucking lies.
“What are they like?” Richie watched the way his hands moved and jittered, which was a sign he was lying as well as the lip biting.
“Well,” Eddie started, before trying to find his words as if thinking through everything he was about to say and how he would say it, “Um, just stuff like me getting sick. Shit like that.”
Richie thought about how long he had to think about his supposed ‘nightmares’ and his response to his question. Richie nodded, not pressuring the boy any further.
Eddie gulped as he thought of the real reason, one of his slight fears that often triggered his anxiety late at night. His sexuality. See, Eddie was still curious and testing the waters with himself; not knowing if he was into girls or into guys or both. That wasn’t the problem though, his problem was his Mother. His mother would possibly think that Eddie would be screwed up mentally and have many mental illnesses if he told his Mother that he liked guys in any way shape or form. He’d never get a break and he’d never be allowed to have sleepovers like this or even be allowed to talk another male ever again.
Eddie cringed as the thoughts came back to him, quickly trying to shake them away by focusing upon Richie.
“So, how was your night? Sleeping, I mean.”
“Oh, I sleep like a fucking rock.” Richie chuckles, his shoulders moving as he chuckles.
“How is sleeping like a rock a good thing?” Eddie tilts his head, looking to Richie, “Rocks are hard, it must be hard to sleep.”
Richie smirks, “Maybe that’s because I am hard most of the time.”
Eddie is confused for a moment before realisation hits him forcefully and he groans with a blush spreading over his cheeks, “Fuck off, Richie. You know what I meant.”
“Especially morning wood, oh boy, let me tell you-”
Eddie clamps a hand over Richie’s mouth before he gets more flustered than he already is. Eddie’s eyes are wide, staring into Richie’s without blinking. Richie can’t help but notice how the two boys were as close as ever, with Eddie obviously blushing like a tomato. Richie felt his smirk grow even more under Eddie’s palm and he wiggled his eyebrows at the crimson boy.
Eddie felt the movements under his palm, staring into Richie’s large eyes due to his spectacles, before sighing in annoyance.
“Seriously, Richie? Your lenses are jacked up.” Eddie removes his hand before taking Richie’s glasses off slowly and carefully.
Richie was too slow to protest, feeling his own face heat up as his whole face was no longer hidden by his coke bottle glasses which covered a lot of his insecurities up. Richie felt exposed in a weird way, not being able to see Eddie properly but Eddie being able to see every pore and flaw that laid upon Richie’s face.
Eddie breathed hot air onto both lenses, using his own shirt to wipe away each of the finger prints and splashes from substances that had stained the lenses.
Richie watched with blind eyes, barely being able to tell what he was doing for him. His eyes were squinted and his head tilted forward and staring directly at the hazed actions.
Finally, Eddie was done and he lifted them up delicately, placing them back on Richie’s face with a small and soft grin.
“Be more clean, asshole. Isn’t that much better?” Eddie folded his arms over smugly.
Richie blinked and pushed them up higher on his nose, this time with the small space between the lenses and not smudging them like he usually does. He could see much clear, being able to see the soft sun rays peak through the curtains and shining on Eddie’s baby face. He admired everything in that moment, how one eye of his was squinting due to the orange-y hue that blinded one of his eyes from seeing Richie properly and the other remaining soft and bambi like. How Eddie’s right corner of his lips was arched higher than the other and how his usually neatened chocolate strands were in fact out of place and going in every direction.
Richie couldn’t help himself, he really couldn’t. The moment before him couldn’t be more flawless.
Really? You’re gonna do this now? Now-
Richie’s thoughts were cut off by his actions as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Eddie’s.
Eddie’s smug look was wiped away in a split second, his eyes widening as he stared at Richie’s closed pair of eyes with shock and in awe. Eddie had both of his hands raised at the side of Richie’s face in shock which soon, he melted. He melted perfectly against Richie and his hands fell onto his cheeks, feeling Richie’s heated skin beneath his clammy palms.
Richie felt his hands snake around Eddie’s waist, pulling him onto his lap for a better position in the kiss. Richie, being much more confident than Eddie in the whole ‘first kiss’ scenario as Eddie was of course, oblivious on how to kiss.
The two newly found 15 year old boys, had their arms all over each other with their lips smearing against the other pair that battled for dominance in the kiss. Richie ran his tongue across Eddie’s bottom lip for a silent ask for permission, knowing his boundaries due to Eddie’s phobia of anything to do with germs or sickness’. Eddie hesitated, before opening his lips to allow Richie swirl his tongue inside in perfect sync with Eddie’s. Richie was soft, comfortable and caring for Eddie, making sure to not cross any lines that would make Eddie be disgusted or revolted in any way.
Eddie then pushes Richie forward. At first, this caused Richie to think that he did somehow cross the line but instead- he was pushed on his back and Eddie was sitting on his lower stomach.
Richie stared up at Eddie with soft eyes as well as a smirk. “I always thought you’d be a bottom, Eds.”
Eddie’s chest burned bright as his blush had spread all over. “Shut up, asshole. I don’t like it when you call me that.”
But oh, how they both knew that what Eddie had said was a lie.
Eddie then leaned down, his lips colliding with Richie’s again, tasting the same blackberry bubblegum that lingered on Richie’s set of lips from the previous night whilst his own tasted of mint. His legs begun shaking lightly from the intense makeout session that was happening currently, only for Richie to place his hand on the back of Eddie’s thigh to soothe him.
“Hey have you seen- oh.”
Eddie flung himself away from Richie and Richie fell off the mattress head first with a grunt of pain leaving past his pink and swollen lips. Eddie pressed his back against the wall, tidying his messy hair and trying to cover his own flustered blush that had been permanently tattooed onto his cheeks.
Both saw Stan, stood there, with a water gun in his hands and his own face heating up in embarrassment from walking in on a situation which could’ve went anywhere if he had not walked in. Stan gulped audibly and looked elsewhere.
“I’d like to talk to you when you have your pants on, okay?”
The two boys looked at each other in horror and realised how the situation must look to someone like Stan who just walked in on the two boys pantless and in their underwear with Eddie sitting on top of Richie in a heated makeout.
“No Stan it’s not-”
Stan had already walked off, without letting Richie finish his sentence.
Eddie quickly reached for his inhaler which was kept under his pillow, taking a few quick puffs from anxiety racing under his skin. Richie looked over worryingly before sighing.
“Look, don’t worry. Lets just get dressed and go talk to him, kay’?”
Despite Richie’s comforting words, Eddie couldn’t help but feel his fear of his sexuality raise higher and higher. He pushed it back as both him and Richie dressed themselves in their usual attire for the day.
Both boys, once done changing, looked at eachother with soft eyes and Richie then offered his hand out to Eddie and tilting his head as if he was mentally asking, ‘Are you okay?’
Eddie nodded, reaching his own out and grabbing Richie’s for comfort. Richie then walked forward and guided his soon to be boyfriend out of Bill’s empty bedroom.
“Thanks, Maggie. Love you,” Dex says, and Nursey’s heart stops beating for a moment. His lungs refuse to inhale or exhale. The muscles in his legs forget that they are holding up an actual person.
Then Dex’s eyes catch his, going wide at the interruption, and Nursey somehow finds it in himself to pretend that everything is exactly the same now as it was thirty seconds ago.
He looks away and heads for the fridge, his limbs remembering themselves once more.
“Hey, uh, sorry, I gotta go. Can I call you back?” Dex says into his cell phone on the other side of the Haus kitchen.
Nursey rummages through several pounds of butter in search of something edible. He silently repeats to himself his old mantra from Andover, from when he could barely see straight for the tears welling up in his eyes at every backhanded remark or micro-aggression. The mantra he used to train his emotions not to show themselves at every turn, the way they had done with abandon throughout his childhood.
“Write it down instead,” his sister suggested, when he confided to her his inability to keep things bottled up. And, after a time, that strategy seemed to work.
Write it down instead, he still tells himself now, at the end of his Sophomore year at Samwell, whenever the world becomes too much, whenever he feels suddenly as though his façade of always okay always fine always chill isn’t strong enough to handle the current situation.
Nursey begins to silently run through the words again in his head now, trying very hard not to analyze why he needs to.
“Um, so. How much of that did you hear?” Dex asks him, and luckily Nursey’s got his head buried so far into the freezer that he doesn’t have to cover his pained grimace.
“Not much, man, don’t worry about it. Hey, you think Bitty would murder us if we used his new oven for store-brand taquitos?”
He barely hears Dex’s reply, though, too busy faking normalcy. Too busy wondering who it was on the other end of Dex’s phone call that got to hear the words “I love you” from the guy, and so casually offered up that Dex must say it to her daily.
shiro: idk what ur talking about keith is wonderfully huggable yeah just a few mins ago i ran across him and just had to give him a hug, he doesnt mind... why are you all looking at me like i just killed somebody's cat--
THIS IS LITERALLY CANON
KEITH HONESTLY SAYS “I DON’T USUALLY HUG STRANGERS” AND THEN PROCEEDS TO TENSE UP AND LOOK UNCOMFORTABLE WHENEVER SOMEONE ELSE GRABS HIM TO INITIATE SOME KIND OF PHYSICAL CONTACT
BUT NOT WITH SHIRO
and anyway I definitely think Keith is someone who does enjoy physical gestures of reassurance, but he’s also somewhat touch-averse. Whenever someone else latches onto him without his consent it kinda throws him off-guard and you can clearly see that. Shiro, who allows Keith to reach back for him so they can walk into the hug together, as equals–he’s respecting Keith’s boundaries. Keith who’s touch-starved but struggles with displays of affection is my everything–especially given the easy intimacy between him and Shiro, that just speaks volumes
So anyway yes, Keith is very huggable, but incredibly careful about who he lets himself get close to
what if neil had some sort of identity crisis? i mean he's cycled through so many personalities and looks so what if something happened that triggered him into wondering if 'neil josten' really was his true self? how do you think andrew and the foxes would react?
Oh, Neil would totally have a bunch of little identity crises that he tries to just shrug off two minutes later and it would eventually add up to a full blown one.
I feel like Neil’s pretty cemented in wanting to be Neil Josten and belonging with the Foxes
So, I’m seeing it more as a ‘Who the fuck am I? Oh, fuck, I’m still not the Neil they all think I am’ kind of thing
Like Neil has a bunch of memorized answers to things to try to not arouse people’s suspicions
But he doesn’t know the real answers to these questions?
Like sure, he can spout off a rehearsed answer to simple questions
But he doesn’t want to lie to the Foxes anymore and they’ve made Neil a real person, but he still doesn’t know who Neil is
And he’s starting to suspect that they all know Neil better than he knows Neil
And there’s this fear that he’s not really the Neil they see and know and that he’s still just chameleoning to blend in with whichever of them he’s with
It’s the little things that plant the seeds of doubt
Fucking tiny little questions that trip him the fuck up
What is his favourite movie?
Most people can at least come up with one movie that they like, even if they’re not sure it’s their favourite
Neil can’t come up with one movie that he even remembers having watched?
He just sits there on the sidelines for any movie discussions
A/N: Guys!!!! Thank you so so much for the positive response to pt. one of TUoFD!!! I’m so so so glad you guys liked it!!! Just to let you guys know, I’m going back to university in a few days, so I won’t be as active as I’d like to be :( I made a full post about it here, so check that out if you want to know my update schedule and ask answering schedule. Also, shout out to everyone who is going back to school this year, and I especially want to send all my love to everyone going into their freshman year at university!!! I get lots of messages from you guys asking for advice, and I just want yall to know that I am so proud of you for continuing your education, and I’m rooting for you!!! You’re killing the game, yall. And I’m sure university!Peter would be proud, too (didn’t know there would be so much discourse around where I decided to send him for university??? lmao oh well). All my love.
You had been in awkward car rides before. There was the time that eight year old you
threw up all over your friend’s cute older brother on a family road trip, or
the time when you had accompanied your cousin and his girlfriend on a lake trip
where she said no when he asked her to marry him. Once, on a high school band trip, you
accidentally gave a boy a boner the night before travelling home, and spent the
rest of the next day avoiding him over the entirety of the bus and the plane
rides with the help of your friends. All
of those experiences were sufficiently awkward, but, you had come to learn,
none of them compared to the bus ride back to Columbia after you discovered
that your biology partner was Spider-Man.
Each of you were tense in your stance, not allowing
any parts of your body to touch the other, even on the small faux leather
seat. You kept your gaze glued to the scenery
outside your window, watching as the trees by the side of the road flew
by. You were hyper aware of Peter next
to you as he sat with his arms crossed, eyes firmly staring at his planted
feet. He hadn’t shifted since you had
settled into your seats an hour and a half ago, and neither had you. In your mind, you couldn’t help but reply the
event that had unfolded in the cave, your discovery, and what had followed.
Looking back I think it's really lovely that the first thing Shiro said to Keith in season 2 episode 1 after their comms matched up is that he's okay. Like he knows he has to assure Keith that he's fine lest Keith panics
YES, yes, and I loved that whole scene!! I mean, let’s talk about just how bad Shiro’s condition is, how he’s whimpering and shaking and clutching his stomach in searing pain. This is clearly someone who isn’t fully cognizant and fading fast
And yet, as soon as he gets out of his lion, his immediate thought is of Keith. And when he realizes he can’t get a signal? He just thinks well, I’ll go to higher ground, like it’s the easiest thing. The boy is walking uphill when he can barely stand and does it because leaving Keith alone is just not an option. He has to know Keith is there, has to make sure he’s okay
Backtracking for a second, I’d also like to take a minute to point out how their separation is setup. Because yes, they both fall through the same wormhole. And it’s infuriating, because they’re just so close, nearly within reach! But then there’s that agonizing second where they plummet and just drift in opposite directions, streaking across the sky. The camera zooms out to show Black crashing down in one place, and then slowly pans to show Red firing off the other way. And there’s this almost romantic (in the literary sense) kind of aspect to it in that they look like falling stars. Which I personally just think is neat because it reminds me of the whole star-crossed love thing in that they look like two stars fated to fall and drift apart. Not that it has to mean that specifically, but I do think it’s intentional that we have that shooting star imagery
Anyway, going back to Keith, he’s definitely not as worried at first. Of course, it’s important to remember that he had no idea Shiro was wounded. Keith saw Red take a beating fighting Zarkon and had to run to his rescue, so he has every reason to assume the worst. But there’s no real urgency for Keith at first. He says “Where are we?” just thinking aloud, but then it clicks–Shiro’s gone. Shiro has disappeared again and that hasn’t happened since Kerberos and–shit, what if he’s hurt? What if he’s captured again? And you can literally see the realization when it hits, see how tense and worried Keith is
And you see Shiro have this very visceral reaction as well when he finally hears Keith. Keith’s calling out for him while he runs–somewhere, anyway–demanding that Shiro answer. And Shiro’s whole world stops when he hears that voice. He turns his head towards the sound as if somehow he’ll be able to hear Keith better, or maybe subconsciously hoping to see him somewhere in the distance. There’s that pained moment where Keith keeps calling for him and Shiro just grits his teeth in pain and ends up lying on the ground
Even unable to support his own weight, all Shiro can think about is shouldering the burden for Keith. He reassures him–”Keith. Keith, I’m here. I’m okay.” Even though we see him lying there in agony and know full well he’s not okay, it’s something that he says for Keith’s sake. And the relief on Keith’s face when he hears that is just so palpable. His gaze is soft and fond, voice nothing but unconditionally warm and affectionate. He lets out a breathy little chuckle and just goes, “Shiro, you made it.” It was definitely a lie, but hearing Shiro say that meant the world to him
Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. Loats of fluffy.
You wake up with the sound of water, when you open your eyes you see that you are alone in bed, so Bucky must be indeed in the shower. Looking around you see that is only 1 a.m.. So many things happened in these last 24 hours, but still, you are in the same place that you were 24 hours ago, in Bucky’s bed.
How could your feelings towards someone change so much in just one day? You want to go home, you need some time to think about all this, preferably on your bathtub drinking some wine. You liked Bucky, he was easy to talk to and you felt comfortable around him.
Nonetheless, this is supposed to be just a one night stand, no strings attached and you can’t expect him to feel the same way about you. You two shared a lot in the last day, painful memories, funny stories and amazing sex, to be honest.
"What the hell were you thinking??" - "To be completely honest: nothing."
The first time they
kiss, it’s not a kiss at all.
Castiel is kneeling in
the mud, and there’s a slow tide of panic starting to wash over him,
because Dean isn’t breathing. Castiel killed the creature that dragged Dean
under the surface, had immediately pulled Dean up for air and onto the shore,
but Dean still isn’t breathing. Castiel’s borrowed grace is weak and
flickering, barely enough to light a candle at the moment and certainly not
enough to do any kind of healing, and Dean still isn’t breathing. Sam is miles
away doing reconnaissance in the town because they didn’t realize they would
stumble across the monster so quickly, and Dean still isn’t breathing.
Objectively, he knows
the concept of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. He knows how human bodies work, he knows the complicated processes of the respiratory system. Knowing
and doing are two very different
things, but he also knows how long the human brain can be deprived of air
before suffering permanent damage, so he has no choice but to try.
He expects to feel
something - he’s not sure what - when he puts his lips to Dean’s for the first
time. Maybe something like a shock from static electricity, or a vibration under his vessel’s skin like the rumble of nearby thunder, or a flip in his stomach
like the moment before spreading his wings to fly.
Instead, there’s only the burgeoning panic and the running mantra of breathe breathe breathe.
Castiel breathes air
into him - air that he probably needs for himself. Angels don’t need to breathe, but he’s not much of an
angel at the moment.
He forces air into
Dean’s mouth again, and again, fingers curled around the back of Dean’s neck.
He’s pausing for another breath when Dean spasms, a wet noise clawing out of his
throat, and starts to cough. Castiel immediately pushes him onto his side, and
Dean heaves up water and continues coughing.
Finally, with a groan,
Dean flops onto his back. He’s breathing heavily, but he’s breathing. The sheer relief brings sudden pinpricks of tears to
Castiel’s eyes, and it’s such a human reaction, but he doesn’t care. He sits back heavily on his heels, and at the movement, Dean’s eyes flick over to him. There’s a moment where Castiel knows they’re both thinking about
how close Dean came to dying.
Then Dean carefully pushes himself onto an elbow and raises his fingers to his lips.
“…dude, please tell me
you didn’t mack on me while I was out,” he jokes weakly. His voice is hoarse and raw from coughing. “Talk
about taking advantage of a guy when he’s down. C’mon, man, you’re better than
good. If Dean is joking, he’s going to be all right.
Castiel huffs and manages a faint smile. “A little gratitude
would be nice.”
Hi Sarah! Do you have any advice on freshman in uni, first time moving out of a house with my own bedroom and lots of privacy, to an apartment that I'm going to share with 5 other girls, and a bedroom I'm sharing with 1 girl and her dog?? I'm at a complete loss at what to bring and what to expect
10 Things To Think About When Moving In To A New Apartment With New Roommates, A List I Just Made Up And Is Not At All Inspired By The Horror Story of My Personal Experiences.
1) holy cannoli that is a lot of bodies to share a space with. Be aware that that is…a lot of bodies to share a space with, and you might have to carve out a cubicle in he library, or a practice room in the Music Building, or somewhere else where you can go to be alone. This is not a moral failing, just know that option is open to you.
2) be really really up front with what you need. Notice I did not say “exactly how you want your life to look”—I mean the things you absolutely cannot give up. For instance, if you know that Roommate B’s habit of listening to music without headphones in the kitchen will make you go insane axe-murderer on her, that’s something you need to talk about with Roommate B.
This is especially important if you’re crammed into a 8x10 space with someone. Clarifying with your Bedroommate that you need quiet after 10pm—or you’re not helping walk the dog—or you sometimes need time to yourself & it’s not a reflection on her—is something to talk about now rather than later, when you’re more likely to have an argument than a discussion.
3) Chances are, you will have to compromise on what you need anyway. Communication just makes it more likely to reach a genuine compromise, where everybody isn’t tearing their hair out or suppressing anger.
4) Have a chore wheel, or at least agree on a system for taking care of the mess. It’s the dorkiest thing in the entire world, but a chore wheel where you guys are explicit about when everybody needs to do their stuff, is the easiest way to head 50% of fights at the pass. If possible, spell out what each task means: “clean the bathroom” = “wiping down the shower, windexing the mirror, cleaning the toilet bowl, and sweeping the floor”
Someone is still not going to do their job and you’re going to have a repeat of the cold war over a stack of dishes in the sink. But at least if you can point to the chore wheel it’ll be resolved much more easily.
5) Be very clear on what each roommate is paying for. Are you guys going to share groceries? Split only basics like toilet paper, spices, milk and eggs? Is the stuff in common areas (dishes, pots, tables, books, tvs) communal? Do you owe anyone for using it?
6) I recommend a monthly roommate meeting. We used to have ours at 10pm on Sunday, because everyone was generally in the apartment then. We used the Roommate Meetings to pay bills (rent and utilities) but also to talk about any issues we felt pertinent.
And I only had 2 roommates. With 5, you probably definitely need a time to circle up and get shit in order.
7) There is never going to be enough counter space, table space, general-flat-surface space for all your junk. Never. I live alone with a kitchen island and tabletop cart and there isn’t. It’s some sort of law of the universe.
8) Be reasonable. You can hate how loud Roommate C’s friends are all you like, but she is entitled to have them over Friday night for board games. If she cleared it with you beforehand, Roommate D’s boyfriend can come stay for the week even if you’re sick of seeing his face over your oatmeal. Flexibility and understanding from you means you’ll get the same in return.
9) But also, be prepared to enforce your boundaries. If Roommate D’s boyfriend decides not to leave after a week, and actually looks like he might be de facto moving in, you’re well within your rights to approach D and your other roommates and talk to them about how that isn’t what you signed up for.
10) WHAT TO BRING (on top of the typical stuff that I imagine you’re already bringing, like a bed, sheets, towels, clothes, etc.)
You will need them. Probably immediately after showing up when you realize the previous tenants didn’t do an A+ job.
1 pot, 1 skillet, 1 pan, a knife and a wooden spoon
(I don’t know if you’re planning on cooking much, but you can cook pretty much everything in the entire universe of food if you have these five things.)
The best part of command strips is now not only can you hang that cool poster, but they come in hooks too. I hang practically everything from command hooks—all my cooking spoons, towels, necklaces, keys. The easiest way to organize stuff.
A couple rubbermaid or general storage boxes, of a size that will fit under your bed or in the back of your closet.
You are 100% going to have stuff that you need, but not right now: your stash of winter clothes, extra pads or tampons (if necessary), spare cleaning products, the iron, shoes you really only wear with this one outfit, etc. Stick all that stuff in a box to keep the mess from sprawling everywhere.
Tape and scissors.
Do not ask me why you (or your roommates) will end up needing tape and scissors, I don’t know. But you will.
At least 1 of your favorite things.
Look, it’s not always the first night, or even the second. But there’s going to be a night when you’re finished unpacking and the excitement of a new place has worn off, when you lay in bed and your heart finally realizes you aren’t home anymore. That you are in a strange place, and everything is going to be weird and different for a while until you settle into it. And you are going to feel an awful, niggling panic and misery rise up from the center of you like a cold tide.
And then, you’re really going to want your favorite book, or Nutella, or that comic you’ve been promising yourself, or whatever it is that won’t…really make anything better, but might make you feel better about it
requested by anon: Hi! Could you write something in which the reader is Tony Stark’s daughter and is Peter Parker’s girlfirend but her father doesn’t approve the relationship between them, one night the reader has a bad discussion with Tony and runs away to Peter’s house, so he comforts her until she falls asleep in his arms??? Omg sorry if this was toooo long. Thanks, darling.
pairing: peter parker x stark!reader word count: 1.69k warnings: small fluff, angst (bc what fic by moi doesn’t have a lil angst), prolly swearing?, suggested regret of adopting (i’m not sure if this is a warning, but jic) summary: being a stark is stressful as it is. when your dad is arguably the most famous man on earth because of his superhero alter ego and company, it’s hard to lead a normal life without him being overprotective. but it’s even harder to fall in love.
a/n: hi! so, i’m making this two parts because i had way too many time-skip parts and that bothered me as heck! @ anon: i’m so sorry this is so late! like i said before, school has me stressed beyond compare and i wrote this instead of doing actual studying so !! anywho, I hope you all like!
Being Tony Stark’s adopted daughter had it’s perks.
For one, you always had tech so new, it practically didn’t exist yet. You’d basically grew up with The Avengers as your permanent baby sitters and you’d never admit it but your first proper crush had been Captain Steve Rogers himself.
But, while it had it’s perks, like all things, it had it’s flaws.
For instance: Due to the fact you were still Tony Stark’s daughter, you had security personnel following you everywhere you went. You weren’t allowed to go to public school (top of the line private tutors for you!) and the name “Stark” attracted a lot of attention and you were never quite sure whether people approached you for you or, rather, for your Stark name.
For that, Tony was perhaps the most overprotective dad ever. He did background checks on every single person you had ever try to befriend - which would’ve been a lot better if he hadn’t made it known that he did said background checks. God, you could still remember the day he had asked a girl named Kerry if she had been the one to start the fight that was on her permanent record from 5th grade.
Him being so strict with friends, you hadn’t even allowed yourself to entertain the idea of having a boyfriend ever in your life. You could only imagine the nightmare it would be to introduce any possible boy friend material to him.
Tony, although once being one himself at one point, did not easily take a liking to many teenager boys. Or, maybe it was just because now he had a teenage girl. If anyone knew the ‘dangers’ of having a teenage girl and a teenage boy in the same room together, it was probably Tony Stark.
You could only hope that this would someday change.
And as I’m
looking on Instagram, not only have white girls completely appropriated the
g-slur, but they’re also posting pictures of themselves in dreadlocks and shit,
and posting that in the g-slur and hippie tags.
white girls—are some of the most racist, cultural appropriating, culture
stealing vermin’s out there. My bloodpressure has gone up just looking at these
real talk, I just hate, hate how they
can appropriate our culture, how they can take our culture, how they can white wash
our shit to the point of reclaiming hairstyles that don’t belong to them,
slapping racial slurs on themselves and thinking it’s all cutesy, and having people
eat that shit up.
Let’s not forget every other one has a feather in her hair and thinks she’s Native American.
we do it, it’s trashy.
girls have no claim to poc culture. No claim to black culture. No claim to
Romani culture. No claim to Indigenous culture. Etc.,
And like, I
don’t care if I get flamed I’m going to start commenting on all these white
girls shit, because I’m getting so tired of Instagram accepting and normalizing
Mimi, did you see the fuse podcast thing? Jeff Benjamin and his friends were talking TONS OF SHIT about bts. Saying DNA video is tacky, looked cheap, making fun of JK's english and Jimin's/Tae's voice. IM SO MAD!!! THIS GUY SAYS TONS OF GOOD THINGS ABOUT RM AND THEN LET THOSE WOMEN SAY THAT FUCKING SHIT???? And he's not even apologising he's just complaining saying army doesn't respect different opinions
Like anyone can freely not like an artist’s music (It’s ok) but don’t be disrespectful or talk about something you don’t get. LOOKED 14? (imagine if someone told her you looked 60 I am sure she would have been offended) LOW BUDGET MV???????? WHUT???? Jeff played himself. Namjoon said he is way up there to care about haters anymore. Not worth it. I AM OUT!