still: second place not too bad!

Greatest/sweetest ranking of BL movies/series that you don't wanna miss!!

UPDATED: As of April 4, 2017 !!!!!
Hi guys!!! been addicted by Bl movies/series/webisodes/ and even short movies and these are my rankings of it from best to worst xD

  1.  Takumi-kun series movies - especially series 2,3 and 5. A big DaiMao fan here xD
  2.  Love Sick Series 1&2 - PerWin, PhunNoh, and OmMick are my ships
  3. ***HIStory webseries: Obsessed - the title says it all! if you loved Gloomy Salad Days and loves a whole lot of kiss scenes then you will definitely love this! very nice chemistry next to my beloved DaiMao <3
  4. ***SKAM - oh shocks whoever told me to watch this is an angel! love love love love it to the max! who knew norwegian Bl can be this good?
  5.  Make it Right the Series - Very Funny and Sweet!! Kyaa! TeeFuse and BookFrame are my OTPs very much like Lovesick!
  6. ***Uncontrolled Love 2 - the directors are very mean. i really thought this was a sad ending…but it was not! love the possessiveness the kiss and the after credits <3
  7.  Love love you (Love’s Coming 2) - haven’t watched this yet, but the trailers are just, ooommph! If ever you have a copy PM me XD
  8.  Like love Series 1-2 -I love the uncut scenes the most. And the story gets better xD
  9.  Junjou Pure Heart - sweeeeteeest ever!  really, those awwww moments xD
  10. ***Fanatic Love - Game themed BL coming through! I loved the side characters especially the sister <3 Must watch!
  11.  Waterboyy the movie - a must watch especially to those fans who have been missing love sick series xD Ngern-oppa is sooo hot here.
  12. Uncontrolled Love- Finally, Master x Servant BL!!! the uke is soo cute and seme is sooo possessive can’t wait for the second part!
  13. ***My bromance:the reunion - this is the series remake of the movie my bromance. and thank goodness that in the first season nobody dies! a different conflict altogether but still the same plot.
  14.  Counter Attack Web series - QingYu for the win xDD. they are sooooo married. I also recommend their photoshoot sessions, more kissing scenes than the series xD loving the doctor’s cow licked hair, kawaiiii xD
  15.  Addicted/Heroin Web Series - Sweetest punk I ever watched really. I wish for uncut scenes! and I demand a continuation!
  16. ***Ame to kisu - Love this movie! it made me read the manga and you will love how cute the uke is and how the story was very well portrayed in the movie
  17. *** The right man - there are only a few BL movies/series who would portray the love of a parent and their worries. i loved this film because other than the love story unfolding, the relationship between the mother and the son progresses too <3
  18. Yandaixie No.10- honestly, the story has a lot of promise! it was very good but I didn’t like how the first season ended being them still in bad terms…then hearing that there won’t be a second season!!!! or so i heard.
  19. ***SOTUS - hazers! hihihi. if you’re ooking for a cute-tsundere uke then this is what you’re looking for! it has the all goody kissing scenes and a very good college plot. very recommended
  20.  Love’s Coming - Nai x Gump xDDD
  21. Love Place 2(Shiawase no Katachi)- A continuation of Love Place 1. Finally an English sub that I’ve been waiting! Typical BL story, most of the time you can read in a manga but you can feel the characters feeling very deeply!
  22.  Grey Rainbow - Has every thing I want in a BL,marriage, sweet moments and even a kid! and it also has something I didn’t like…death! why!?!
  23.  Doushitemo Furetakunai - the story is great and is really based on the manga. Loved the characters. this is my first BL ever just forgot to post teehee :P !!!
  24. ***HIStory webseries: My Hero - so this is one of the ghost themed BL. Comedic. but I do not like that the ghost girl experienced all the sweet moments using the boy’s body. oops spoiler. BTW the seme is sooo hot *wink*
  25.  To you for me–chocolates - I laughed at this BL so much. It really portrayed the case of miracles to two people that should be in love. wonder when it will end?
  26.  Paternity Leave - you’ll love it, Mpreg xDD
  27.   eCupid - movie about the greatest app for semes who take advantage of their uke’s love xD
  28.  Just Friends? - hottest and sweetest forbidden love I have ever watched!! sadly it was tooooo short for a very good plot movie xD
  29.  Udagawachou de mattete yo - sooo cute! as in supeer!!! one of the best live action next to Doushitemo Furetakunai <3 <3
  30. ***HIStory Webseries: Stay away from me - brother’s theme! yehey! though I wished for more sweetness. the eyes of the uke seem to catch my attention a lot in a not so okay way. but I STILL LOVED IT.
  31.   Two Weddings and a funeral - I loved the comedy aspect of it. It mainly focused on the life of gays and how the ‘two weddings” conquered it with love. but why Tina !?!?! why ?!?!?!
  32.   My Bromance - I love the on-relationship scenes but I just hope the ending was not when one dies. I bawled for this one,it’s like rising you up,then pulling you dooown,why!?!?!?waaah! But the story was really good!
  33.  Happy together - loved the couple sooo much! being 6 years together, those fights and make-ups seems like a typical married life 
  34. Oppressive Love - half-horror and half BL and they actually became a couple! to bad the older brother had to possess him…ooops spoiler ;-P
  35.  Ai no kotodama 2
  36. ***Bad romance the series - another side story BL but because they started the series already together and the ending was so sweet so it is okay.
  37. ***I’m here our twelve years is a reincarnation legend - short shounen ai chinese BL. if you’re on to watching just the sweet, innocent stuff, then this is good for you :)
  38.  Takuya and Joon jae “the lover” - you may be a bit disappointed because it is missing some smexy moments like kissing and “you-know” but the story is great with lots of laughs and sweetness. hoping for season 2 
  39. ***Love Complex - this is a thai series but the BL part is a side story and doesn’t develop much though it is still on the first two episodes. some of you may not like it because it is on a side story but promise, the main story is very funny.
  40.  Docchi mo Docchi - may be low budget, but that romcom theme was perfectly executed xD sooo funny xD
  41.  Itsuka no kimi e - loved the story so much. It was like reading Junjou Pure Heart again xD soooo cute! Wishing for more kiss scenes though. 
  42.  Ai no kotodama 1
  43.  Seven Days Monday-Thursday, Friday-Sunday - perfectly executed as of those of the manga
  44. Hollyoaks (Ste and Harry) - lots of problems; closet gay, HIV, parents are against, even teachers then there are also cocaine involvement. wut?! haha but the story and how they still get back together is what makes it great. 
  45.  Diary of Tootsies - Very very funny!! as in very funny! but they left Gus and Top’s story hanging, which is what I’ve been waiting…sigh
  46.  Fujimi orchestra live action - it’s like the BL version of Nodame Cantabile. the movie needs a sequel. it’s not that they did not end up together but the movie ended with the seme still pursuing the uke xD 
  47.  Go go go G boys - very funny, packed with hot bishies. Last part after credits is a must seen
  48. Farewell my ghost boyfriend - short movie. I’m not on vote on the new ship. i still wish there was some kind of miracle for the ghost. huhu 
  49.  Love Place - I preferred the part two (2) than the first one, more Bl action, though it is still not translated
  50.  Boku no Kareshi wo Shoukai Shimasu - was hoping for more kiss scenes xD
  51.  Gloomy Salad days - ep13-14 only. Hidoku Shinaide story, bully and the bullied. You’ll be hoping for more.
  52.  Love of Siam - honestly, a good plot, really. It just needs some tweaks on that bad ending,urgh. Hoping for season 2 to change it.
  53. I’m yours - a one-sided love of a robot to a human and he’s quest to help the guy to achieve love. it was badly cut, I don’t know. it was missing some parts when I watched it so I am still heavily confused.
  54.  Love next door 2 - Watched XD but still looking for subs. but very promising especially in terms of comedy and hotness.
  55.  Mr x and I - First Season: First and Second story only, the other two has horrible ending, I advise this to those who do not wish to see a sad ending. Second Season: Loved the ending, hated the hetero guy, urggghh
  56.   Princess Princess D - actually, this is a live action adapted from a shoujo manga. full of fanservice and crossdressers and will leave you laughing at the clichès and corniness. 
  57.  Love next door - the story escalated quickly and the ‘love’ (sweetness) I was searching for was too short in the plot.
  58.  A Pair of Love - so-so xD
  59.  Time line - Watch the first couple only, and/or the last one. never ever the second one, it still gives me goose bumps till now
  60. Me my familiar people - uhhh…actually I didnt quite get the story. it was soo confusing. its like he has s*x to another then I don’t know maybe his bestfriend too?
  61.  Teacher and student - because I was expecting that light, romantic theme I was deeply disappointed by that twist as it turns out to be too psychological. One of my least favorites next to Kindan no Koi. 
  62.  Kindan no koi - simple……i hated it. the plot twist at the end was just tooo much, really, too much. Still a good movie though, but definitely my least favorite.

This is an edited list XD those with *** are newly posted as of April 4. Will update for more lateerrr! Ask me for links if ever you are interested xDDD hehehe

"seems accurate” || newt scamander

word count: 2809

summary: soulmate au!(reader x newt scamander) → you have a tattoo of what your soulmate is most passionate about

author’s note: this can go one of two ways → one: really horribly and no one likes it OR two: people like it and i fell happy on the inside. i don’t know which one to expect. but, anyways, enjoy! (sorry for any spelling or grammar errors)

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Rescuer || Spider-Man / Peter Parker

I’m so happy, I didn’t think you all would like [Oversized Sweater] so much (/ω\) I’m gonna keep posting my nerdy, self indulgent stories for Peter then ♡

warnings: attempt at rape, if this triggers you, then please do not read!

please don’t repost/plagiarize this story! Reblogs are fine!

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“Peter, I’m so nervous about this Algebra 2 exam! I really don’t want to fail this, but my whole grade depends on it! Like I’m literally teetering on the edge of a D!”

Your best friend begins laughing at your panicked outburst, “It’s gonna be fine. Besides, we studied a bit last night. I even helped you! You got quite a few of them right, so there’s nothing to worry about!”

You give Peter a deadpanned expression, “Peter, I got 5 right out of the 20 questions given.”

“T-Then at least you know that you’ll get at least a 25% on it?” Peter laughs nervously, making you roll your eyes in response as you playfully pushed him away.

“Wow Peter, you sure know how to make a girl feel great about her exam!”

“You guys should just quit playing around and date already.” Ned tells you guys while taking bites of his tater tots. “It’s so obvious that you’re both into each other.”

“We are NOT into each other!” You and Peter both state at the same time, practically shouting it as your respective voices echoed throughout the cafeteria. Realizing what you just did, you and Peter look around the area to see several teens giving you awkward glances while whispering.

You blush and pick up your empty lunch tray, “I think I’m gonna go and head to my next class.”

“Y-Yeah same, I’ll text you later, Ned.” Peter follows your lead as you both throw the empty cartons of milk away before placing the trays on the cart.

“Dude, stop following me!”

“Uhm, I kind of can’t help it since we have AP English together.”

"Argh!!”

Ned felt a wide grin paint his features as he laughed at how –clueless– his friends were.

"It’s so obvious that those two are -endgame-.”

{…}

After spending the whole school day nervously picking at your nails at the thought of your Algebra 2 exam taking place next Monday, you groan and decided to treat yourself to some of your favorite snacks.

"If I’m gonna spend the whole night studying, I might as well lessen my suffering with some cookies and chocolate.”

Finally reaching your favorite corner store, you make a quick mental note of how much money you had on hand before picking out your favorite sweets off the shelf. Once you gathered all of your preferred snacks together, you greet the kind cashier and waited for him to ring up your items.

"9.18 is your total.”

Handing him a fresh 10 dollar bill, he hands you your change, and you thank him before exiting the store.

Holding on to the bag of goodies, you pull out your phone from the pocket of your backpack and quickly text Peter:

[Hey I’ve got some of our favorite snacks. Do you think you can come over and help me study again? I still feel super nervous about this exam…]

You hit send, almost expecting him to answer back within seconds, only to feel a tad bit disappointed at not seeing the three grey dots that signified that he was in the midst of replying.

"That’s weird, Pete never leaves me hanging like this.”

You walk with a deliberate slowness back home, still looking at your phone’s screen as you practically –willed– Peter to text you back.

"Ugh, he’s probably too busy ogling Liz to pay attention to his phone right now.”

When you place your phone back into your backpack, you were suddenly pulled into an alleyway, the action being so sudden that you lost your bearings for a few seconds.

You were a little dizzy when the back of your head was met with the hard wall of the building, and you let out a soft moan of pain when you felt someone press a sharp knife against your neck, “Shit you don’t look half bad for a minor. Your clothes leave little to be desired but you got a pretty face.”

You gulp, finally realizing the danger you were in when you saw the man with greasy hair in front of you. He had you pinned against the wall with his dirty hand over your mouth. You struggle against him, only to have him laugh darkly at your weak attempts to fight him.

"Yeah baby, keep grinding like that and call me ‘daddy’ while you’re at it.” He breathes in your scent by placing his nose against the side of your neck. “I’m gonna have fun with you-”

"Don’t you dare dirty her any further!”

The creep was /miraculously/ pulled off of you with a hard yank, and when he had let go of you, you fell against the wall with a gasp. Keeping your back against the building, you watch with your mouth hung wide open as Spider-Man himself beat your would-be attacker.

And boy, the mask vigilante did not hold back his punches at all. You weren’t sure if Spider-Man had a huge grudge against molesters, because the man was practically sobbing when he kept beating him, not stopping until he was left with a bloody mess on the ground.

When he was satisfied, Spider-Man made sure that the rapist wouldn’t attack you again by using his web shooters to web him to the ground, preventing him from further escape when the authorities would -eventually- come to deal with him.

Once he was finished, the masked hero faces you and begins running toward you, “Hey, are you okay? Did he- did he go any farther with you?”

You shake your head no and let out a panicked laugh, “N-No, I’m okay. But ugh, he was disgusting. He wanted me to call him Daddy and ugh-” you tried to stand up, but your legs seemed to give out at the last minute when you landed back down on the ground. “O-Ouch, that hurts. I can’t seem to move my legs, I guess I’m still in shock and m-maybe even a little scared, haha…”

You were beginning to ramble now when Spider-Man leaned down to pick you up whilst you carried your backpack and all. You were blushing now, clinging on to him when your arms automatically wrap themselves around his neck, “Uhm, S-Spidey? Aren’t I heavy? You know, with all of this stuff on?”

He chuckles lightly from beneath his mask, “Not at all. You’re fine, Miss. Now let’s take you home; where do you live?”

You tell him your address, and he nods, carrying you when he shot his web against a building before pulling you up with him. He lands on top of the roof and begins walking across it, about to shoot his web on the next building when your soft murmur stops him.

"Hmm? What’s wrong, love?”

You blush at the pet name and shake your head, “I wanted to thank you for saving me back there. For my first time- that wasn’t how I wanted it to go.”

Spider-Man holds you tighter in response, “I’ll always protect you.” His voice seemed to take on a more passionate tone as he stared at you through the mask. Paying attention to his voice, you realize that it sounded familiar to you. Despite how deep it was, you couldn’t help but feel as though you had heard it before.

You shake your head and ignore the familiarity of his voice before asking, “Have you ever been afraid before? You know, when you’re out protecting the city?”

He laughs at your question and continues walking across the roof with you in his arms, “Sometimes. But I can’t really complain. It comes with a job of being a rescuer, you know?”

You giggle at how forward and down-to-earth he was, “Oh Spidey, you remind me of my best friend, Peter so much!” He seemed to stiffen at your words, but you didn’t notice. You were much too excited at the thought of swinging around the city with THE SPIDER-MAN himself.

It takes him a few minutes to arrive at your apartment when he landed on the fire escape that lead to your open bedroom window. He lets go of you, making sure that you were steady when you stood on the metal platform.

Facing him, you nervously grip at the straps of your backpack, “Uhm, so I-I was wondering… uhm…”

"What’s wrong?”

You shake your head. Instead of using words, you decide to tell him using your actions alone.

Leaning toward him, you place a hand beneath his mask, automatically making him lift a hand up to stop you. You gulp and whisper, “Don’t you trust me?”

After a few seconds, he drops his arms, allowing you to slowly peel off his mask so that only his lips were shown. Standing on the tip of your toes, you place a soft kiss against him. He kisses you back with a surprising fervor when he slanted his lips against yours before deepening it. You felt his gloved fingers delve into your hair, preventing you from pulling away too soon as he kissed you.

After a few seconds, you stop the kiss, only managing a short “Wow” in response to the kiss.

Spider-Man gently runs his hand down your face while muttering, “You should go back in, love. You must have some things you need to get done.”

Hearing his words, you groan and remember that stupid Algebra 2 exam, “Fuck, you’re right. I have an exam to study for.”

Spider-Man messes up your hair in affection, “Then you should start on that right away.”

You nod and enter through your bedroom window. When you were safely in your room, Spider-Man left the fire escape and swung his way across the city.

You watch him with a dreamy expression on your face and sigh while murmuring, “Wow. Today was awesome.”

{…}

Peter was still thinking about your kiss when he came to your house at 8 pm. In fact, he was so distracted thanks to you that he ran into buildings several time while he traveled home.

He had received your text and apologized for replying so late before promising you that he would help you, which was what brought him to the door of your apartment. Running a hand through his hair, he tells himself to calm down and to NOT mention the kiss to you, since you had no idea that he was Spider-Man.

Finally ready to face you, Peter knocks on your door. After a few seconds, the door swings open, revealing your father as he greeted you, “My man Peter, hey! [Name] is upstairs, but are you hungry? We still have some food left over for you.”

"Thanks Mr. [Surname], but I’m good. I ate with Aunt May about an hour ago.” With a nod to your father, he heads up to your room and opens the door, “Hey, I’m here.”

When Peter sees you, he notices two odd things:

1. You were already studying at your desk.

2. There was a picture frame with a photograph of Spider-Man settled right next to you.

"Whoa, what’s gotten into you? I usually have to force you to study.” You stiffen and stutter out his name, “P-Peter! When did you get here?!”

"Just now.” He steps closer to your desk and picks up the photo of Spider-Man before showing it to you. “Why do you have a picture of Spider-Man?”

Peter notices how you blushed in response, and he had a feeling that he already knew the answer to his question…

He just wanted to hear it from you because man, was he in -fucking love- with you. Ned was right about his feelings for you, since he would do just about anything for you. When you were nearly attacked, Peter thought that he was going to lose his mind.

-No one– messed with his girl and got away with it, even if you didn’t know that you were his girl (at least, not YET.)

"Uhm, well… today, Spider-Man helped me with… something.” You were keeping it vague so that he wouldn’t worry, Peter knew that and gave you a nod in response while feigning surprise that you had seen Spider-Man. “Long story short, we had a little talk, and I asked him if he was ever afraid whenever he was protecting the city.”

"And he told me that sometimes, he felt afraid, but that he was okay with it, since he saw himself as this city’s rescuer.” You take the picture frame away from him and look at Spider-Man’s picture with adoration, “And his words got me thinking, hey, if this hero right here can fearlessly save people like me on a whim, then I gotta man up and tackle my own fears, even if it takes the form of a little test.”

Peter was blushing now when you hugged the picture of //him// close to your chest, “I started thinking that I wanted to make Spider-Man proud of me, so… I’m gonna do my best and study my ass off for this test! I believe in myself, so will you help me, Peter?”

He smiles widely and hugs you, practically choking you in his hold as you giggled and tried to pry him off of you. “Oh my god, Peter stop!! You’re choking me, haha!”

"Of course he’d be proud of you. God [Name] I love you so much. I keep falling harder for you each day.”

He felt you stiffen in his arms, and Peter realized he had basically confessed to you. Immediately, he lets go of you, seeing your face was dyed in a deep reddish hue.

Touching at your lips, you tremble slightly when you ask, “P-Pete, did you mean it?”

Refusing to look at you, Peter nods, “Yeah, I m-meant it. I love you.”

You didn’t answer for several seconds. Instead, you stood up and crept closer to him, wrapping your arms around his back as you hugged him, “Looks like Ned was right about us after all.”

Peter stares back down at you upon hearing your words, “Wait, does that mean-”

"That means I love you too, you dork.”

You stand on your toes and pull at the collar of his sweater, forcing him down for a kiss. While you kissed him, you felt a strange sense of familiarity as your mind briefly pictured Spider-Man.

Nah, there’s no way he’s Spidey. You ignore the thought and decide to simply immerse yourself with Peter when he deepens the kiss, making sure that you would think of no one else but him.

[end]

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

anonymous asked:

Can you do a little something about our Harol with a really short girl? 😊

I received this ask less than an hour ago and I had to write it straight away because I can relate. This is just Harry being an annoying little shit. Enjoy.

Harry likes to think he has the patience of a saint. He has sat through his sister’s entirely too long graduation ceremony without falling asleep once; he has listened for hours and hours a repeat of the same demo of one song, trying to figure out what else he needed to add; he had even sat with Niall in a dull little hospital room for hours after he had too much to drink and hit his bad knee after jumping off a table.

Today, however, his patience was being tested.

“Babe,” He whined, clicking the power button of his phone to find that time still hadn’t moved any faster since he last checked ten seconds ago. “You looked gorgeous in the first fifty dresses, why can’t you just choose one so we can get out of here?”

“It was your idea to go shopping.” She reminded him, pulling the changing room curtain across the railing and stood with a pout, hands placed on each hip.

“Yeah, to buy the first dress you liked, not to try on every single dress they have to offer.” He said through a yawn, which she was sure was fake and was only done to emphasise his point. “What’s wrong with that one? I think it looks-”

“I look like a fucking tree stump.”

There was a short moment of silence, in which Harry rolled his lips together and tried with everything in him to not laugh; but when he pictured the image in his head, he couldn’t help the snort before a loud laugh boomed throughout the private changing room they were in.

“I’m sorry!” He continued to laugh, dodging the small cushion she threw at him. “‘m not laughing because I agree, ‘s just a funny imagery!”

She didn’t look even slightly impressed and it only made him laugh harder when her brows furrowed even more and her adorably hilarious serious face made an appearance.

“Harry the premiere is in two days and I’m still tiny with nothing to wear, stop laughing!” She stomped back into the cubicle and roughly pulled the curtain across, before throwing it out of the way again not even two seconds later. “Unzip me.”

Trying his best to stop the laughing fit, he got up with a cough and walked over to where she was standing.

“Stop getting so stressed about it.” He said, gently pulling the zip down the length of her back. “Doesn’t even matter how small you think you look, I think it’s adorable.” He shrugged.

“Adorable?” He braced himself for another outburst when he seen the look on her face, muttering a quiet ‘fuck’ under his breath when he realised he had said the wrong thing. “Great!” She threw her hands up, voice only slightly muffled when she stepped back behind the curtain. “Everyone else will be beautiful,” He could hear a hanger drop to the ground. “Gorgeous!” The sound she always made when she squeezed her skinnies on. “Stunning!” The zipper of her jeans. “Maybe even,” He jumped slightly when she came storming out of the cubicle unexpectedly. “Sexy!” She threw the dress at him and he quickly grabbed it with both hands, gingerly reaching down for the hanger. “But I’ll just be tiny,” She shoved her arms through her t-shirt. “Adorable.” and grunted when she pulled it over her head. “Little (y/n)!”

She huffed one final breath, before grabbing her bag and storming out of the changing area.

“Wait!” Harry called, after he set the dress back on the railing. “Where are you going?” He didn’t have to jog for very long after her. “What about the dress?”

“Are you still grumpy?” Harry bravely asked after a silent five minute car journey. He reached over the put the radio on as soon as he got in but the glare he got from the passenger seat suggested she wasn’t in the mood to be bopping along to Radio 1.

“I’m not grumpy.” She huffed.

“You’re a little bit of a grumpy bear.”

“Harry!” She rubbed her temples in frustration. “Keep calling me adorable and comparing me to a fucking grizzly bear and we won’t have sex for a month.”

“Woah, someone obviously didn’t get time for nap time toda-ow!” He screeched when she slapped his arm.

“You’re so annoying!” Her temper only increased when he started to laugh at how worked up she was getting. “I’m being serious, Harry! Consider yourself chaste for the next month!”

“As if you’d be able to resist me.” He snickered and she rolled her eyes. They continued to drive for a few minutes, before turning right into the entrance of their local Tesco. “Shit.” He muttered once he noticed the few paps that had been following him the entire day.

“I’ll go in by myself.” The flat tone in her voice made him want to laugh but he knew better than to annoy her further. “Get a few minutes of peace.” He snorted at that.

“You love me really.” He smirked, winking at her when she rolled her eyes and pushed the door open. “Oh, wait!” He called when the door was halfway closed.

“What?”

“Pick up some condoms.”

His answer was a slammed door.

I need you to come in here.

What’s wrong?

I need help.

Are you ok?

No.

I’m too small to do normal everyday things that every other human on this earth does.

What do you mean?

Where are you?

Do you need me to come in?

For God’s sake, Harry, I can’t reach the fucking condoms on the top shelf and if you come in here with so much as a smirk on your face, I will seriously break up with you.

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I knew you couldn’t resist me. On my way darling dear xx

you’re really my dearest friend (1/1)

platonic ladynoir hurt/comfort written for a really lovely commissioner who wishes to remain anonymous — thank you so much for commissioning me!! ♥♥♥

summary: Sometimes, the process of getting out is much more difficult than it really should be — but sometimes friends can help, if you let them.

commission info

Ladybug noticed something was up about ten minutes into patrol.

Chat was quiet.

It wasn’t exactly as strange as one might think — for all of his dramatic mannerisms and cavalier confidence, Chat wasn’t actually all that loud — but this level of shortness and silence was… unsettling.

She spent another ten minutes staring at him out of the corner of her eye, trying to figure out what it was about him that was raising those alarm bells in her head (the cold economy of his movements? The tightness around his mouth? The way he spent more time staring into space then at anything in particular?) before deciding to stop them on the next rooftop.

Another worrying note: Chat didn’t notice her signalling a halt. Sure, it happened sometimes, but he was usually on the ball about things like that, and in addition to everything else…

She caught his shoulder before he could make the next leap.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

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Sounds Like You’re Sick

The sound of deep coughs arouse you from your sleep. A shiver passes through your body as it acclimates to not having a warm wall of muscle wrapped around you as usual.

The smell of coffee reaches you as you look over at the clock. 5 am. Two hours before you have to wake up.

Another cough, then two sneezes follow. All from the kitchenette a few feet away from the bed. You lift your head and see Frank pouring a mug of coffee. His hair is damp and even though he’s in his sweatpants already, a quick glance at the bed shows he hasn’t been in it yet.

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anonymous asked:

if ur still doing prompts, give me a teachers au where they're hiding their relationship from their students (silly not angsty)! pls love u

Workplace relationships are bad. Louis knows this.

There’s no explicit rule against them at his particular place of work (a somewhat overpopulated suburban public high school) and whether or not anyone would actually give a shit if one were to happen is debatable, but Louis avoids them anyway.

Or more accurately, he did avoid them, at one time. A time before Harry Styles sauntered into the teachers’ lounge, took about ten seconds too long asking if he could borrow a dollar fifty for a drink from the vending machine, and then smiled a stupid, coy, crooked-to-the-left smile as Louis dug the change out of his wallet. 

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Georgie being friends with richie eddie and stan its canon guys come on

- Eddie doesn’t really like kids. He thinks they’re icky and prone to disease because of their weak immune systems

- But Bill is the first person to actually want to be friends with him, so he figures he can just avoid Georgie

- Richie on the other hand, loves kids (especially Georgie)

- They have a handshake and everything, Richie defo gives Georgie lots of piggyback rides

- Stan thinks Georgie is cute, but most of the time he just wants to play with GI Joe

- But after learning that Stan could read, have the attention span to get through a book, and speak without a stutter, Georgie immediately became more interested

- Georgie’s kinda a shy kid (unless Trashmouth Tozier is around) so he has to work up a lot of courage to ask Stan to read Charlotte’s Web with him

- Stan is really surprised because he and Georgie aren’t that close

- But of course he does anyways because look at those puppy eyes

- It turns out Georgie is surprisingly easy to listen to and quiet during the story and he actually hugs Stan afterwards

- Stan panicks and is like “wow this kid is fukn cute” and just kinda awkwardly pats his head

- Back to Eddie, Georgie mostly stays in his room during the time when Eddie is over alone

- But when Trashmouth is around he’s wilder than ever, there are a lot of screams and giggles

- And Eddie is torn between lovestruck for Trahsmouth and germy children because Richie is just so good with kids, even though they are bacteria-breeding machines

- There comes a time when Bill and his parents schedule speech therapy and all need to leave at the same time

- And Georgie loves Richie so much he begs his parents to let Richie babysit

- But Mrs. Denbrough is kinda on the fence because that Tozier kid can really be loudmouthed and she doesn’t want Georgie picking up any of his language, despite the fact that Richie (mostly) censors himself when around Georgie

- So she sends Eddie and Stan along with him to babysit

- AND BOI

- Stan is like only good with the reading thing and like he doesn’t really know what to do when actually having to take care of a kid

- Neither does Richie really

- Or Eddie

- So they take Georgie outside to play in the grass but Eddie is allergic to grass so he sits on the fence

- And Georgie asks if they can take a walk because hey it’s a nice day

- And Richie is like “sure kiddo whatever you want”

- So they start their walk around the block

- But then

- Georgie sees a dog ahead

- And he runs forward and trips over uneven sidewalk

- It’s like it happens in slo-mo

- Stan’s yelling “Georgie wait!”

- Instant tears as he scrapes his knee

- And Richie is just like “WHAT DO WE DO HE’S CRYING BILL’S GONNA KILL US!!”

- Dr. K to the rescue

- He keeps antiseptic in his second fanny pack and band-aids in his first

- And he leans down and starts cleaning the wound that’s really not that bad but to little Georgie it’s the end of the world

- And it’s like barely bleeding but Georgie is screaming his head off

- They’re not too far from the Denbrough house so Richie picks him up on his back and they set him on the kitchen counter

- Eddie places like 5 band-aids on his wound but he still won’t stop crying

- Richie leans down with like his hand on Georgie’s shoulder

- “How can we make it better, kiddo?”

- Georgie sniffles

- “Bill always kisses the hurt away”

- They look between each other

- “Who do you want to kiss it?”

- “Three kisses, just like always. One from mommy, one from daddy, and one from Billy”

- “uuuuuUUUUUUUUHHHHH”

- Eddie’s all squeamed out

- “Are you nuts I’m not kissing that child’s dirty knee, Richard, jesus.”

- “Come on, Eds. You already cleaned it and it’s the only way to make him stop crying”

- Stan kisses it first, then Richie

- Georgie looks expectantly at Eddie

- “UHHHHH FINE” Eddie kisses his knee like super quickly it honestly was more like slamming his face against his knee for a brief second

- “There now was that so hard”

- “yyyyeeeEEEESSSS”

We All Fall Down - Eleven

“Oh.”

You blinked your eyes open to see your husband standing next to the couch. Shit, how long you’d been asleep for?

“I thought you would have at least got some more unpacking done this afternoon.”

Cricking your next and stretching out you legs, you felt annoyed. You could detect irritation in his voice and it grated on you.

“Well this afternoon was very stressful, I had a headache so I took a nap.”

“Stressful? Y/N you went phone shopping, I’d hardly call that stressful.”

Was every conversation going to be like this? You took a deep breath and told yourself to stay calm.

“No that wasn’t. But driving for the first time in years was as was getting stuck in the car park because two assholes can’t park. Even Luke struggled to get out.”

Spencer’s eyes narrowed and you saw something flash in them. “Luke?” His tone was the same but you recognised the clench of the jaw and sudden tension in his shoulders.

“Luke… Mr Alvez, Henry’s teacher. He was at your father’s funeral Spencer. He saw me struggling and helped me out of a tight spot. I’d have still been stuck there now otherwise.”

His shoulders relaxed and his jaw unclenched. “You could have called me, I would have come and helped.”

“No I couldn’t, the phone was barely charged and I had no idea how far away you were. Luke was there and he helped me out. I’m very thankful to him. But it all gave me a migraine, so I took a few painkillers and fell asleep. I’ll do some more unpacking tomorrow alright. Now,” you inhaled a deeply and pushed your hair back, reminding you yourself that you were trying here. “How was work, did you get everything done?”

Spencer looked suprised but whatever animosity was in his stare dropped. “Erm, I got a lot more done but I’ll probably have to go in over the weekend. I’ll need to sort my father’s study out at some point so I can use that when I’m home.”

“I can do it for you? Just tell me what needs to be done,” you offered.

“That would be…. helpful. Thank you.”

Your stomach rumbled and you looked at your husband hopefully. “Did you bring food?”

“Oh! Yes, it’s in the kitchen. I picked up a bottle of that red wine I know you like as well. Shall we go through to the kitchen and eat?”

You didn’t particularly like red wine, Spencer did. You were a white wine girl unless you had no option. But as you followed him through to the kitchen you could see it was the bottle that you found the least offensive so perhaps that counted towards something?

Maybe.

You ate dinner together in uncomfortable silence, wincing each time you took a sip of the red wine but refilling your glass all the same. You attempted to make conversation with Spencer, telling him about the tech shop girl Penelope, and asking him about his new position. He answered your questions, all the time watching your wine glass, not that you noticed. When you went for the second bottle he’d bought, having not even cleared your plate yet, he put his cutlery down.

“Is spending time with me that bad that you really need to get wasted?” he asked.

You weren’t drunk, only slightly tipsy. But his words sobered you somewhat.

“I’m not getting wasted,” you replied, still refilling your glass and then placing down the bottle. “You’ve been drinking too.”

“I’ve had maybe a glass and a half at most,” he pointed out and you realised that he was right. “Why do you drink so much?”

You stared at your husband, torn between denying his statement and agreeing with him. Because you did drink far too much. It didn’t used to be this way. Yes you were drunk the first time you and he…. but then you hadn’t been able to drink for a few months. And even after that you’d hadn’t felt like you needed to, decorating the apartment and then dealing with Spencer’s treatment taking up your time. You could cope back then, even if you weren’t particularly happy you didn’t feel like you needed to drink. It was only after Derek came back onto the scene that you started. And you just hadn’t really stopped.

“Y/N?” You hadn’t answered him and he was waiting. “I’m not trying to be cruel, I’m concerned.”

“It just…. It helps me relax, it helps me sleep.” You weren’t going to be truthful. You weren’t going to tell him that it was because it numbed the reality of your situation. That you were stuck in a marriage that was falling apart, that the person who you thought had come back for you, had just used you for his own needs. That, out of spite for both men you had ended a pregnancy because you couldn’t stand someone wanting something that was inside your tummy but not you yourself, and that you didn’t want your husband raising a child that wasn’t biologically his and lording it over your head forever. You weren’t going to tell him that you actually hated the fact that you drank so much because it reminded you of your father, but that it had become so a part of your daily routine that it was honestly just habit by now.

You weren’t going to tell him that you wanted to stop, to slow it down, because then he would take from that that he was right and you were wrong.

“If you’re having trouble sleeping Y/N, perhaps make an appointment to get some pills.”

“Maybe I will. Now, do you wanna tell me what needs sorting out in the study?”

Your change of subject didn’t go unnoticed but he let it go, giving you a list of things to do but also telling you that it was no major hurry. After eating you made your excuses and took yourself back up off to bed, Spencer calling your name before you left the kitchen.

“Y/N, we’re invited to dinner tomorrow evening at my sisters. I do need to go out during the day but I’ll be home for around 4pm to get showered and ready. My mother’s looking forward to seeing you again and so is Henry.”

Although it was an invitation you were very much under the impression that you couldn’t refuse which was strange considering how much he’d apparently tried to keep you away from his family.

“Well I look forward to seeing them too.”

You awoke much earlier the next day, hearing the front door shutting as Spencer left. You hauled yourself out of bed and moved to the window, watching him leave through the window pane. You didn’t have a headache despite the one and a half bottles of wine you must have consumed, which told you one thing: you drank so often your body had become used to it. Or at least that was the way it seemed.

That was the way it had seemed with your father too. After your mother abandoned you both he turned to drink, even your seven year self recognising that the bottles that cluttered up the garbage were far too many. The father that had once played with you joyfully in the evenings when he returned from work, now slumping in front of the TV with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand, not even bothering with a glass. You didn’t remember much about before your mother left but you remember your father being happy to sit and play dolls with you and then after she left, you had to play by yourself. Amazingly, he could still function in the morning, tossing back the coffee like it was his lifeline before heading to work, his blood alcohol level far too high for him to be able to legally drive. When you thought back you were now suprised that he hadn’t gotten into an accident and killed both himself and someone else. Instead it was the cirrhosis that killed him, and rather quickly too. He literally dank himself to death, preferring the numb reality that large amounts of alcohol gave him to actual life.

Like father like daughter?

No. You didn’t want that did you? You remembered the quick decline in your father’s health, your Aunt Lorel collecting you from school when your father collapsed in his office. From then it was a matter of months, his skin turning a sickly shade of yellow, his limbs shaking in the hospital bed, him asking Lorel to sneak him in a bottle everytime she took you to see him.

As Spencer drove away, not noticing you watching him, you thought back to your conversation two nights ago.

Things needed to change. Both of you needed to change.

You would stop drinking. Or at least you would stop drinking as much.

Deciding to get a head start on the day now that you were up, you starting moving a few more things around in the room that had become yours. Even if things did change between you and Spencer you didn’t see you going back to sharing a bedroom with him anytime soon, so you unpacked a few suitcases of your clothes, hanging things up in the closet and folding things away in the drawers.

Afterwards you made your way downstairs, still clad in your nightwear and started moving labelled boxes into William’s… well you guessed it was Spencer’s now, study. You didn’t want to do too much in here and Spencer’s instructions had simply been to move his boxes into there and to pack up any papers in his father’s desk, he and his sister would sort through them at a later stage. So that’s what you did, hauling through box after box and wondering how on earth he had so much stuff. You peaked inside one box seeing it was full of notebooks, pages full of ideas and dialogue for stories. You spotted a few with your own writing on them, leftover from the days where you could imagine world’s and characters and could bring them to life with words. He had a lot of your old essays and submitted stories too, a manuscript you had written at aged seventeen which had won you the scholarship. You moved these items to one side, intending to take them to your own from, for what, you weren’t sure. Stealing a glance into another three boxes you saw they were full of letters, fanmail you realised, because fans of writers actually still sent handwritten letters. At the top of one box sat a shoebox, some how different from the rest as the other letters were just piled into the boxed haphazardly, but when you ventured further and looked inside, you again saw that it was just letters. Did Spencer really need to keep all of these? Or could they at least be filed better; perhaps sorted out into folders rather than rammed into boxes. You made a mental note to ask him just as the doorbell sounded.

You made your way to the door, peering through the glass and seeing it was Emily. You opened it to her.

“Hey Y/N!” she smiled warmly and then took in your nightclothes, a concerned look clouding her features. “Still not feeling well?”

“I’ve been unpacking actually. Haven’t had chance to get dressed… Haven’t had chance to even eat or drink actually. Do you wanna come in?” You held the door open and your nearest neighbour stepped inside, looking over the hallway and seeing that there were less boxes.

“So you have. Getting settled in then?”

You nodded.

“So um, I ran into Diana this morning when I was running some errands in town and I mentioned I was heading over to the Target in the city this afternoon. She suggested that you might wanna come? Apparently Spencer told her that he hadn’t really had chance to go grocery shopping yet. Would you like to come? I know it’s not the most exciting of adventures but we could chat some more, get to know each other?”

Something told you that while you were living in this town, you were going to be forced to be social whether you liked it or not.

“That would actually be really great Emily, although I haven’t even had chance to sort the kitchen out yet. The freezer is still frozen over and I need to toss all the expired food out and make a list of what we need. But at least if I come with you I can find out where the Target is. Thank you for offering. Would you mind terribly if I jumped in the shower first though? I’ll be as quick as I can?”

Your raven haired neighbour…. new friend? nodded. “That’s fine, I can wait. And I’ll tell you what, I’ll take a gander around the kitchen whilst you’re getting ready and see what you need if you want? Even if you can’t get everything we can still get you kitted out with the basics.”

You grinned at her and told her that would be great, your face unaccustomed to smiling at people as often as you had these last few days. You bounded up the stairs and quickly showered and got dressed, shooting a quick message off to Spencer to let him know where you were going, should he come home earlier. You grabbed the credit card for his account too, quickly remembering the money he had given you yesterday.

You still had around half of it left and was torn between handing it back over, using it for groceries or just keeping it. Whilst it wasn’t your own money, he had given it to you and hadn’t asked how much the cell had cost you. You decided to keep it, stashing it in your makeup bag.

Maybe you’d ask Emily about waitressing jobs too so that you could add to it, so that you could have your own money.

A voice in the back of your head told you that if you had your own money, then maybe one day you could leave if things didn’t improve. And although you’d both said that things needed to change, were you really expecting them to?

In the short term, maybe.

In the long term term though?

That same voice wondered if you’d ever actually have the courage to walk out into the unknown, alone, without any support or anyone to fall back on.

Maybe though, if things didn’t improve it would be better to be alone.

You paid little attention to that voice as you quickly applied make up. Because if you did, you’d have realised that you were already setting things in place to leave. Because you knew what was surely inevitable of your situation.

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***Left this one completely platonic 🎮👾 Just two good friends hanging out***

“You cheated.”

“I did not!”

“You totally cheated. No way you beat me in this.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. Leave it to Juan to denote your better skill to cheating.

“I didn’t cheat. You’re just not as good as you think you are. You spend to much time showing off while I’m blowing through all the objectives.”

“No, you just keep stealing my kills.”

“I don’t steal your kills, you just can’t aim worth a fuck.”

“Alright that’s enough. We’re not friends anymore.”

The both of you laughed together, the sounds traveling through the mic on your headsets. Glancing towards the clock, you saw it was already nearing 3 am.

“Shit Juan, it’s late. I gotta go.”

“Aw come one, one more game.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“You said one more game 4 games ago. I have to get some sleep, I have a lot of shot I have to do tomorrow, plus I gotta pack.”

“Pack for what? Where you going?”

“Over to Bakersfield, I’m going with my friend for some business meeting she has.”

Juices eyes widened as he heard you, knowing that Bakersfield was kinda close to Charming, at least closer than a whole separate state. He thought he’d heard Hap say something about going down to Bakersfield sometime this week to visit his mom. Maybe he could ask to tag along and finally see you after almost a whole year of playing PS4 live together.

“Well listen, uh, I actually have a friend of mine that goes down to bakers field every now and then to visit family. Maybe if your still there, we can like, meet up or something. Just get some coffee or something ya know, finally meet each other in real life.”

You smiled on your end, the idea not sounding too bad. Truth was, you really didn’t know Juan apart from what he’d told you. Meeting strangers never really sounded like a good idea but he seems nice enough and even offered to meet in a public place which eased your worries. You’d be in town anyways and if things went south, you didn’t live there so you’d likely never seen him again anyways. After a couple of seconds of close consideration, you nodded and agreed.

“Yeah that sounds fine. I should be down by this Wednesday.”

Juice grinned himself and started closing out if the game, signing off as you did the same.

“I’ll let you know when I get there. Should be around the weekend. We’ll make plans.”

“Ok Juan. I’ll hold you too it. Goodnight.”

With a soft smile, the Son pictured meeting you in his mind.

“Goodnight Y/N”

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You sipped at your water, your hands shaking softly as you looked out of the glass windows of the shop. People walked around outside, walking passed the cafe and into the various stores surrounding it in the complex. The amount of people soothed the worry of possibly getting hurt should Juan turn out to be a psycho, but now you found yourself still nervous, now at the thought of finally meeting him. You’d been used to just seeing him in that little square on the screen. It would be weird to meet him and see him in person for the first time but they were good nerves, happy to finally meet your friend.

Everyone and then, someone would walk into the cafe and you’d tense up, before realizing it wasn’t him. The hand on your shoulder caused you to jump and you spun your head around, finding Juan to be standing there. His face busted into a grin as you turned around and he made eye contact. You smiled as well and the bin of you went in for a hug at the same time, accidentally bumping your heads together as you leaned towards the same side. Laughing awkwardly, you both went in for the hug again, this time pulling it off. It was quick, but you couldn’t help but notice how familiar it felt somehow. Even with this being the first time meeting, you felt as though you’d known him. Pulling away, you both smiled at each other before you slipped at his shoulder playfully.

“You scared the shit out of me. I was over here watching the main entrance to see when you came in. Leave it to you to come in through the side.”

“Well to be fair, I was watching your for like a minute to make sure it was you. Last thing I wasn’t end to do was touch someone and get punched because it wasn’t you.”

Juice laughed and gestured towards the counter so you could start ordering.

“Well who’s to say I wouldn’t have punched you too?”

With a shrug and a smirk, he poked fun like usual.

“Well if you fight in real life the way you fight in Mortal Combat, I doubt it would’ve caused much damage.”

As you made your orders at the counter, you realized how effortless everything felt between the two of you. You hadn’t realized just how comfortable with him you’d become over the last year of late nights playing every video game under the sun and having him with you in person made you feel just like it did online. You envisioned having days where the two of you would just stay up having competitions to see who could get the highest kill streak in Call of Duty and ordering pizza. You could tell that it was going to be the beginning of an even greater friendship and you weren’t opposed to making some more trips out to Bakersfield to hang out with your new best friend.

// they were!! But you sent this very soon after they closed and I promised i’d write V and Saeran for that post regardless so here it is!! Saerans is a little NSFW, nothing too bad. Just some rough kissing and implied succ

READ THIS POST before reading this! It has the plot in it! However that plot takes place while in a route so it’s a little confusing, just take out some of the bits and pieces but you still get the basic storyline.

LONG POST AND S P O I L E R S!!!

This would be “ after route ” technically, So Saeran is living with Saeyoung and all that,  I didn’t really know what to do with V so let’s just pretend he has a route here for a second and his good ending would be him getting the eye surgery and being with MC! So this “ takes place ” after that!

V:

It had been a long day for him. First his car wouldn’t turn on, leaving him trapped cold out in a snow storm. Second he had dropped his camera into the wet snow, it was new, expensive, and definitely not waterproof. He just hoped it would be okay by the time he made it home, leg bouncing a bit from anxiety.
As soon as he unlocked the door of his house and exhale out of pure exhaustion exits his lips, running a gloved hand through his hair to shake out the small snowflakes that had gotten buried inside. Winter was such a beautiful time, but him and his car didn’t seem to think alike.



A hot and much needed bath calmed his nerves by a mile, It was still fairly early— About seven pm, so he didn’t know what he should do with his spare time for the rest of the night.
Suddenly an image of you flashed in his mind, his heart skipping a beat at the pretty picture. As much as he’d love to drive over to your home and see you, hold you and touch you– his car still wasn’t working right, and visibility was pretty low due to the heavy snow.
He sighed softly, God he missed you. It’s only been a few days since he’d seen you last but even that seemed like years ago to him. Your scent, smile, the way your eyes light up when you laugh. He hated missing things like those when he wasn’t with you. In all honesty he was so desperate to question if you’d like to move in with him so he could be with you all the time, but yet so terrified of making you feel as if things were going to fast. The last thing in this world he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable.
He sank down into the grey couch, goosebumps spreading over at the sensation of cold leather against himself. Pushing the still wet blue strands of hair away from his face before grabbing for his phone off of the glass coffee table it rested on, he slide across the screen to unlock it.
The battery was a little low, but still enough for a phone call. His heart always skipped a beat whenever he was about to call you, his fingers moving fast to dial the digits he needed to reach. He cleared his throat before swallowing thickly, he’d hoped you’ve eaten something already by this time.

As soon as you picked up he was nervous, he heard you sigh quite heavily out of what– disdain maybe?  It took him aback for a second, was that for him?

“ I’m not going to tell you again, stop calling this number. ”
He felt his blood run cold, you spoke up once more with a harsh and demanding tone before he had the chance to question what he had done wrong.
“ I don’t have feelings for you and I never will. ”
He takes a few seconds to take in what you said before he hears the dial tone, his brows furrowed in confusion as he started down at his phone in pure disbelief. Was it something he had done or said? Were you upset at him? Instantly he feels like crying, stinging tears piling in the corners of his eyes as he vision becomes slightly blurred, God he didn’t want to loose you like he’s lost everything else. You were the best thing that’s happened to him in a very long time, and he just blew it. Was he too pushy when he visited you? He feels like the room is closing in on him and his chest is tight, stomach heavy.

He tries to sleep but he can’t, his body was exhausted but his brain was wide awake, struck with panic and the nagging fear of being alone again,  it was a little past three in the morning before he finally decides to send you a text you and ask what he did wrong and how he could fix it, he couldn’t bare to let you go that easily.

* “ MC, whatever i’ve done to upset you i’m so so incredibly sorry.. Please, tell me what i’ve done so I can fix this. Please.. I don’t want to loose you.

Sleep was not on his mind that night. He stared at the screen for hours as his heart raced, silently praying for your reply to come fast yet still dreaded it at the same time. He sent a few much longer texts after that about how much he loved you and how terrible he was, and a string of apologies. It was around 7 pm before you finally responded to him, he felt his stomach turn when his phone lit up.

* “ V What are you talking about?? ”

Before he could reply his phone buzzed, making him jump a little. He was so tired, but he answered right away.

“ Hello MC.. ”
He greeted you warily, throat dry with anticipation.
“ Hi V.. What were your texts about last night? I never said any of that stuff. ”
You murmur in confusion, your voice was a little croaky from just waking up.
“ .. I called you.. Late last night, and you said that you didn’t have feelings for me anymore. ”
His eyes were half lidded but his mind was still wide awake, his hand clenched the sheets tightly.
“ No no.. V, that wasn’t for you.. ”
You go on to explain the situation to him, he audibly sighs out of sheer relief at your reasonings. He was so scared the entire night and now that all just melted away at your words.

He sinks back into his bed as he chuckles softly, his chest rising and lowering as his breath becomes slower, eyes focusing on the ceiling.  Still in disbelief he runs his fingers through his hair, questioning if you would like to talk to him about your day yesterday. All he wanted was to hear your voice after all that happened the night before. Now more than ever he was so grateful for you, the feeling of loosing you was something he never wanted to experience again.

Saeran:

It had been three weeks since he had forgiven his brother Saeyoung. Three weeks that he never thought he would be able to live to see in his lifetime. It had been hard, learning to cope with all this. He still had a lot of pent up emotion deep inside, Most nights he’d just stare up at the ceiling in thought and doubt. Usually when he was feeling upset at something you would text him as if you knew, if you felt what he was feeling. The others didn’t think MC was making a smart move being with him, even if they didn’t say it he could tell. He could feel it, most were upset at him. But the way he felt when he was around you was alien to him, never in his life had he wanted to make someone as proud, make someone as happy as he did you. How could a person be so kind– so amazing? He’d always dreamed someone like you would come take him away from this awful life, but never thought it would actually happen. So their thoughts and words meant nothing to him.

It had been another tough night, he just felt on edge constantly. Everything Saeyoung said or did annoyed him and he couldn’t figure out why. He’d been trying to  teach himself self control, controlling anger, he just still had a lot of pent up frustrations at his brother that it was hard sometimes. After a quiet dinner he excused himself, ignoring Seven’s desperate pleas to ’ hang out ’ with him. Tonight he just wasn’t in the mood for socialization. However his mind wandered straight to you behind closed doors, he couldn’t help but wonder what you were doing this late. Were you thinking of him too? Everything was so new and foreign to him he wasn’t sure if he was doing this whole relationship thing right but he really was trying. He sank down into his bed with a long exhausted sigh, rubbing his eyes and groaning softly as the bright light of his phone screen lit up the room. It was a text from Saeyoung, he considered ignoring it, but it was caption less and a picture file so he was curious.
As soon as he opened it he cringed at the longcat meme his brother had sent, couldn’t he have sent one that was more.. new? But still, he couldn’t help but smirk at how stupid it was. Damnit.
He didn’t reply, instead returning back into his messages app. A conversation with you caught his eye, he’d talked to you a few hours ago but you still haven’t replied. A small pout grew prominent on his lips, he hated it when you took so long to text him back.
He debated back and forth for a second, but he made up his mind and clicked on your contact– The picture of you causing him to smile softly. He pressed the call button and put it on speaker, staring at the picture in front of him. Finally he jumped a little when you picked up, He was about to ask why you were taking so damn long to reply to him but you spoke up before hand.
“ I’m not going to tell you again, stop calling this number. ”
He felt his heart sink instantly and his brows furrow in anger and confusion, The fuck? You had to be drunk. Or joking.
“ I don’t have feelings for you and I never will. ”
He started blankly at the screen in front of him, processing your cruel words for a few moments before clenching his phone tightly enough it could shatter.
There’s no way in hell you get to say something like that to him. You’re everything to him, what was he supposed to do without you? We’re all those ’ i love yous ’ not real? No, you had feelings for him wether you wanted to admit that or not. He could see it, hell— he could feel it.

It was around one in the morning before you switch into night mode, making yourself some chamomile tea and dressing in some loose sweatpants and a white tee-shirt. Your ex hadn’t called back, that was a relief. Hopefully they got the message loud and clear by now.
Settling into the bed you sigh softly seeing no one was in the messenger at the moment. Usually Saeran was on every night at this time, that was odd for him to break schedule like that. A harsh knock at your door pulls you from your thoughts, also causing you to jump slightly. It was late, why anyone would be here at this time was above you. You swallow thickly, setting the cup down on the nightstand before cautiously making your way towards the door, fists clenched as your nails dig into the palms of your hands.
You reach towards the door handle, before the doors even fully opened its pushed open, causing you to squeal loudly. You don’t even have time to process what’s going on when you feel a familiar pair of lips locked tightly onto yours, it was rough and passionate– His teeth grinding against yours painfully but yet it felt so good. You open your eyes half way to confirm who you think this is, Yes– thank god it was actually your boyfriend. A large hand cups the side of your face, deepening the kiss even more than it already was. You had no idea what had gotten into him but at the moment you didn’t care– Too focused on the sudden advance that had been thrown at you. His fingers roughly traced your face, then down your neck, slowly traveling towards your waist until reaching your hips, gripping tightly as he pulled your body tight against his own. After what seemed like years both of you pull away, breathless but your faces still inches apart. His usual blueish yellow eyes were so dark and menacing, Unknown traits showing through.
“ If you truly didn’t have feelings for me, Would you really melt the way you just did? ”
And devilish smirk apparent on his lips as he caught his breath, hand giving your hip a tight squeeze before his eyes scanned your own confused ones, trying to figure out what you were thinking.
But actions speak louder than words, right? You didn’t know what he was talking about and frankly didn’t care, practically throwing yourself onto him as your nails hungrily run up and down his back, looking for something to grab onto and you kiss him back equally as passionate and hungry.
He couldn’t feel the full effect of yours hands through his thick jacket but he didn’t care, all he knew is that you were his and he was yours.
The rest of the night is filled with pure passion and lust, actions do truly speak louder than words.

Wreck

Cas X Reader(Winchester Sister)

Story Summary: It was still hard, getting used to living with your brothers. More frustrated with them than ever, you take off, planning on cooling down and getting some food. But a truck on the road has other plans.

You heard the loud voices long before you heard their footsteps, and you automatically knew that something hadn’t gone right. You stood up, heading for the door just as it opened and your brothers Sam and Dean came striding through the door covered in blood, and a black goo that you didn’t even want to think about. Right behind them came Castiel, who was an Angel, and their best friend.

“How did it..” You started to ask, taking stock of injuries, ready to get the first aid kit out and help stitch up whoever needed it. But as you spoke, Dean turned to Sam and interrupted you, laughing as they reminisced about the hunt they had just been on.

“Did you see that one witch? She was about ready to blow a gasket when we came through the door. If she hadn’t of been a witch I might have made a pass at her.” Dean chuckled as he headed back to the bathroom, leaving a laughing Sam behind.

“Dude, she was a witch! And she tried to spell you. With what again?” Sam asked, gingerly pulling his coat off, and you stepped forward to assist him.

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“Mac!”, you called out trying to balance the two boxes of belongings while at the same time walking into Mac’s place, without being able to see a thing in front of you. “Hands slipping, boxes heavy”.

Two large hands came to your rescue, taking the boxes and setting them on a nearby chair. Catching your breath you took this rare opportunity to take a break.

“I did say I was going to handle those boxes”. Mac bopped your nose and helped you to your feet.

“I can’t let you do everything, Mac. It is my things after all that are moving in to your house”. Letting out an exhausted sigh as you had been on your feet all through the morning.

Swapping the chair for the couch, Mac so gracelessly handed you a glass of water. Finishing half the glass in 0.5 seconds, the water slid down your throat providing an instant cool down. Mac’s hand rested causally on your knee, exposed by your ripped blue jeans. “You’ve got to stop saying my house, Y/N. It’s now your house too”.

“I know, but I feel bad for particular kicking Bozer out”.

He chuckled. “He was more than happy to find a place of his own. In fact, his very eager to show off his new bachelor pad to Riley”.

“Still, I feel like I broke up the bromance”.

Mac’s hand that was laying on your knee now settled comfortably just below your hip bone. “Don’t worry the bromance is still alive. Now, what do you say we finish unpacking your things?”.

Nodding, you let Mac lift you up once again to your feet and spent the next hour unpacking all the boxes that were left.

Now with a cup of tea in your hands, you were replying to the dozen or so emails left unattended in your inbox from yesterday. Mac had his hands literally busy fixing up an old motorbike that he dragged from the garage to the living room. Managing two tasks at once, you stopped typing and spun the kitchen stool around. “What if we set some house rules?”.

Mac titled his head up. “House rules, what does that even mean?”

“Well no offence, Mac. But since you aren’t the greatest cook how about you do the cleaning and I’ll handle the food?. Or if you spill something, you have to clean it. Little things like that”. Checking off a list in your head as you spoke.

Jogging over and washing his hands clean from all the grime. You thought Mac would be upset, but he took it well. “If you’d like to set some house rules then I’ll be happy to follow, but only if I can add a rule as well?”.

Playing with his hands. “Oh yeah, what rule did you have in mind?”.

“Sex at least once, no wait, twice a month”. He suggestive winked, a blush creeping upon your cheeks.

Playfully hitting him in the chest. “Mac, you can’t schedule in sex”.

“Fine”, he huffed, nuzzling your neck. “But I still want to add my own house rule to the list”.

Closing the gap by nudging on Mac’s belt, his feet shuffled forward. “Add all the rules you want. And on the sex note, wouldn’t you want it be spontaneous. Like oh, I don’t know, right now?”.

He did a double take, eyes lighting up like a kid opening presents on Christmas morning. “Please tell me your not joking?”.

Kissing Mac, your hands running through his hair. “Did that feel like I was joking?”. Smirking at your boyfriends reaction. He hiked you up on the counter, letting hands run wild. It was steamy, romantic and each kiss had the ability to leave you breathless.

Finding a perfect rhythm, clothes were close to being discarded when the pesky doorbell caused an unwelcome interruption. Sliding off the counter, Mac’s body didn’t move, sandwiching you in between him and the cold marble bench top. “Ignore it”. He pleaded.

It rang again, followed by two more. “Mac, Y/N your not fooling us. We know you’re home, the cars in the driveway give it away!”. Jack’s voice shouted, if it was possible louder then the sound of the three doorbell rings combined.

Mac groaned against your lips, not wanting to move from his current position. Kissing him quickly, he reluctantly walked with you to open the door.

“Happy house warming party!”. Riley, Jack and Bozer all shouted holding up several bags of food, a plant and wine.

Letting themselves in, Mac let the door slam shut. “I liked our idea of a house warming party better”. He mumbled, leaning his head against the door frame.

“We can always reschedule for next week”. Winking as you walked past.

Mac’s arms scoped you up into his embrace, and he used his husky tone to emit a row of goosebumps up your arms. “I am so holding you to that”.

Masterlist

anonymous asked:

some more protective even????? perhaps? if you're up to it bc i loved it!!

This is perfect because I had two ideas for protective Even, but this one didn’t fit with the first prompt. It’s a different take on it, so I hope you enjoy! :) Cross-posted on AO3

Every time Isak worries about Even, Even worries about Isak.

Even always knows. Isak will ask too many questions: how’d you sleep, when’s the last time you ate, is there anything you want to talk about? He won’t leave Even alone, walking him to classes across campus from his own, sitting beside him as he draws, offering to help cook dinner despite a lack of both talent and desire. He’ll kiss Even less and hold him more.

And Isak won’t complain, won’t ask for anything, won’t dare voice that he’s not always ok, either. But Even knows, he sees the stress in his body, feels it every night Isak’s too awake beside him. That is not a boy who ever stops thinking, and thoughts aren’t always kind.

Right now, Isak’s leg won’t stop bouncing. With each rise and fall, Even imagines another thought, ones Even’s too familiar with: I’m not good enough. This is my fault. Everyone hates me.

Even’s about to rest his hand on Isak’s thigh, to calm his body and his brain as best he can, but he’s a second too late. His leg crashes into the table, shaking the cutlery.

“Sorry,” Isak says, fumbling as he puts everything back in place. “I’m sorry.”

Even was supposed to meet Isak’s parents tonight. His dad was going to bring his mom, but according to his text, that was “too stressful.” So his dad bailed too, all of five minutes ago. Like a piece of shit.

“For what?” Even asks. There’s enough food for four between them, maybe five.

“I made this into a thing, and I shouldn’t have. Things still aren’t great with my parents—I mean, they’re not bad, but yeah. I knew my dad wasn’t going to do this for me.” Before Even can speak, Isak continues, “And I got you stressed about tonight for nothing, so I’m sorry.”

Thing is, Even was not stressed about meeting Isak’s parents. He was stressed about how stressed about how stressed Isak was, and now he’s something else. Disappointed, hurt, fucking livid on Isak’s behalf. He wants to call Isak’s dad and say: man the fuck up and be here for Isak. Oh, and my name’s Even; I’m dating your son.

But, he knows that’s not what Isak needs. Isak needs him.

Isak stands up and gathers the still-clean dishes. “We should just go to McDonald’s or something and forget all this.”

Isak coughs to cover the crack in his voice that’s giving him away. No matter what he and Even do tonight, Isak’s not going to forget all this. All this is his life.

Even stands up too, but grabs Isak’s shirt to stop him. He takes the dishes out of Isak’s hands and puts them back on the table. “Hey, come sit with me for a second.”

Concern flashes across Isak’s eyes. “Are you ok?”

“Not until you are. Come on.”

Even leads them to the futon, where he pulls Isak onto his lap. He wraps his arms around Isak’s chest to keep him steady. “Talk to me,” Even whispers, then kisses Isak’s cheek. “That’s why I’m here.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal. I’m fine.”

“Right. You seem great.” Isak rolls his eyes, but settles into Even’s chest a little more. “Just tell me how you’re feeling. Honestly.”

“I don’t really know how to do that. Honestly.”

Even gets that. It’s not his strong suit, either. But they’re lucky enough to have each other, to love each other. It would be such a waste if they can’t help each other.

“Are you disappointed?” Even asks.

“I shouldn’t be.”

“There’s no right way to feel.”

“You sound like the guidance counselor.”

“Actually Isak, I sound like you when you talk to me.”

Isak smiles, caught. “Ok, maybe I’m kind of disappointed. I was nervous about tonight, but I was excited too.”

“Me too.”

“That’s not exactly it, though. I want to be mad? But I know I don’t have any right to be.“

“Why do you think that?”

“I abandoned my dad, so I can’t exactly be mad at him for abandoning me.”

This is why Isak needs Even as much as he needs Isak. Everyone needs someone to help them sort through their thoughts, to tell the unkind ones to fuck off.

“He’s your dad. It’s literally his job to be there for you. You can be mad.”

Isak tilts his head so he’s looking directly at Even. Even brushes his thumb against Isak’s cheek. “When shit like this happens, I remember how things were last year and I just…I don’t know.”

“Keep talking. You were doing so good.”

“I felt really fucking alone. And I don’t want to go back to that.”

Even holds him a little tighter, and Isak lets him. “You won’t. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t unload all this on you, because I know you’re here for me and—”

“Isak, I didn’t say that as a guilt-trip. I said that because I meant it.”

“Oh. Sor—”

“Don’t you dare.” Even kisses Isak’s forehead. “I’m pretty good at helping, right?”

“You’re all right.”

“You need to tell me when you’re not ok.”

“On one condition?”

“Anything.”

“You need to tell me when you’re not ok, too.”

Even cups Isak’s face with his hands and kisses him, slow and sweet.

“Deal.”

I know a woman in her 30s: she’s married, she has a toddler, and she desperately wants a second child – but a dangerous medical condition means that having another baby would be life-threatening. Despite being careful, she got pregnant. She had an abortion because she wasn’t willing to risk her life and leave her child motherless, but she still feels a deep sadness.

I know another woman, in her 20s, who had a shitty boyfriend (but no kids) when her birth control failed and she found herself with a pregnancy she knew she didn’t want – a pregnancy she wasn’t ready for. She was upset about the situation, but had no doubts about what she wanted to do and, after the abortion, no regrets. She rarely thinks about the pregnancy or the abortion anymore.

If you’re like a lot of people, you probably have much more sympathy for the first woman than the second. Though the majority of people in America and Northern Ireland and so many other places believe abortion should be legal, too many of us still think about reproductive rights as if there’s a hierarchy of good and bad abortions – the kind that women “deserve”, and the kind women should be ashamed of.

But those two women? They’re both me.

—  It’s OK to tell your abortion story, my contribution to #1in3speaks 
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Ueda Keisuke’s blunder during K The Stage’s Curtain Call
Ueda: I played the role of Yata Fushimi… Oh wait, that’s not right.
Suzuki: ?!
Cast: Eh? *laughs*
Audience: ヾ(>▽<)ノ
Ueda: Wait, listen! Listen! Hear me out for a second!
Suzuki: ……
Ueda: The director, along with the staff, kept on saying “Yata-Fushimi, Yata-Fushimi” when talking about our fight scenes, SO IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN, OKAY?!
Ueda: …*laughs*
Ueda: Sorry! Sorry about that!

Wanna One Reaction to Their GF Being Really Really Clumsy

Jisung

He’d be watching over you every time you are with him. He doesn’t want you to get hurt so he’d make sure that you are safe when you are next to him. If you hurt yourself, he’d blame himself that he didn’t take good enough care of you, but that doesn’t mean you’ll be able to escape his scolding.

Jisung “I told you to look where you are going.”

Y/N “I looked. I was careful.”

Jisung “Then tell me how you could fall if you were careful, hm? Be more careful next time.”

Originally posted by 1yjs

Sungwoon

He’d be scolding you everytime you fall or break something. He is aware that you didn’t want to do it, but he’d hates to see you hurt.

“Please don’t trip for a day. I beg you.”

Originally posted by sungwoona

Minhyun

He’d be also really careful with you. When you are going on dates he’d keep you close to him, hold your hand to make sure you won’t trip over something. He’d like to take care of you like this, but he’d hope that you stop being this clumsy so you won’t hurt yourself anymore.

“What would you do without me?”

Originally posted by 2hyeons

Seongwoo

He’d be laughing at you whenever you fell. He would take care of you after that and help you when you need. He’d be more happy to carry you than to see you trip over everything.

“Hey, take care there. Look at the rock in front of you.” *you trip over that rock* “Ohhh, nooo. Get up. I’ll carry you back home, again.”

Originally posted by ongseongu

Jaehwan

He’d be laughing when you fell, but you’d be laughing when he has to carry you back. He’d prefer to see you safe, but he can’t protect you always. He’d take care of you as much as he can with your wounds whenever you make a new one.

“It’s the second one this week and it’s still Monday. What will I do with you if you continue like this?”

Originally posted by kimsjaehwan

Daniel

He’d be always worried that you might fall and hurt yourself really bad. He’d call you from time to time to make sure you’re fine. If you tell him that something happened he’d rush to your place and help you.

“Oh my, what happened to you, jagi?”

Originally posted by kngniel

Jihoon

He’d try to make you more careful and less clumsy, he’d scold you whenever you do something clumsy and he’d help you too cause he wouldn’t want to see you in pain.

“If I wink would it be cured?”

Originally posted by wooijn

Woojin

He wouldn’t know too much how to react. He’d want to help you, but he’d get tired of seeing you fall every time. He’d be there for you and help when you need.

Woojin“Are you going to fall again today?“

Y/N“No.”

Woojin"I’m glad.“

Originally posted by ong-seungwoo

Jinyoung

He’d be really worried for you. He’d take good care of you when you’re with him, but when you are alone he’d be afraid that you might hurt yourself. He’d visit you sometimes to make sure you don’t hurt yourself, too bad.

"Yaa, what is with this kitchen? Oh god, why are the plants in a vase full with noodles?!?”

Originally posted by rosybaejin

Daehwi

He’d take good care of you and come to you every time he has time to help you with the things in your house and also to make sure you don’t hurt yourself while cleaning or doing housework.

“I stay here more than that I stay in my own dorm. Just because of you.” *points at you*

Guanlin

He’d probably be laughing at first, but when he sees that you are really struggling to not get hurt he’d come and help you.

“Be careful not to fall from up there. No, it doesn’t matter anymore. You’re already on the floor.” *sigh*

10

So here are more pics of my sweet son. Too bad he disappointed he didn’t get first place but…

he still makes time to look at his bae

always

at his bae

Haha

No, but my son is just too fab for me. He belongs in a fucking Tresemme commercial or something with that gorgeous hair of his

So, once again…..I took too many pics for tumblr so I made a second part for this ep which is here

And, here are the pics from season 2 thus far: 

Ep 15 Part One and Part TwoEp 14

And here are the ones from season 1:

Ep 13, Ep 12,  Ep 11, Ep 10, Ep 9, Ep 8, Ep 7, Ep 6, Ep 5

Arcades should invest on more abundant, quality chairs!
A Reddie One-Shot


Dedicated to @get-fcking-reddie, who wanted Richie with a cold, and to @blue–winter, because although I should have done two separate one-shots, since your request wasn’t specific, I tried to fit what you suggested, to this one, and I think you’ll like it. Thanks for caring when I needed to escape reality.


- Richie. I’m serious. Let’s go to my place! – Eddie asked for the third time. Fidgeting two steps behind Richie. His voice denouncing he was about to give up and leave. There was so much noise. He wasn’t quite sure if they were in a relationship yet, (he suspected Richie’s recent insistence to take him to the Kissing Bridge sometime soon, had to do with settling that); so sometimes he felt like behaving as when they were just friends, and not being so patient with Richie.
It was Fall, and every kid that opened the Arcade’s front door let in an obnoxious air draft. Eddie’s Fall outfit could have been considered rather stylish if it wasn’t for the omnipresent fanny pack hidden under his dark wool jacket. But he didn’t care for fashion now, he was here on a mission.  

- You’re messing up my focus. I don’t need to go anywhere. Stop. – Richie had the worst cold Eddie had ever seen. But it didn’t seem to lessen Richie’s pride. However, his voice was barely recognizable, his eyes were nearly closing on their own, and the tip of his nose was pink and ugly.
Richie sniffed loudly and Eddie closed his own eyes, pressing them together, this wrinkled his temples. Richie Tozier was in terrible shape and the last place he needed to be was at the Arcade, playing Pac-Man of all things.
- How much focus do you need for that? – Eddie sneered.
- Don’t insult the masterpiece, Eddie. I’m using my focus, my reflexes, my peripheral vision. – Another sniff. – And a lot of other things I don’t remember the word for now. This will put me on survival mode, fill me up with adrenaline and that will cure me soon enough.
- That is not how colds work, Richie. With stress, you will just feel weaker and weaker until you pass out. – Eddie raised his voice now: - If you pass out, I’ll pretend I don’t know you and walk out.
Richie was absolutely insulted. He fired an outraged stare at Eddie, letting go of the game controls and the only thing that stopped him from burning a hole through Eddie’s skull was a powerful sneeze, which made him shake from head to toe and echoed around the whole place. The screen of the game beeped as it announced Game Over.
- Ew. – Eddie was wrinkling his nose now. – Never thought I’d be thankful for you not covering your mouth. – Quickly, he stepped closer to Richie and took his hand aggressively; not without kind of leaning back, slightly keeping his face away from Richie’s. Like this, he dragged the boy in the direction of the couple of tables at the corner, where the kids sat before ordering fast food, to regain their strength and go back to gaming. – Sit. – Eddie adjusted a chair and made Richie sit. – Let me put this on you. - He removed his own scarf and put it around Richie’s neck. – Do you feel like eating anything? No, right? – Richie immediately shook his head no, grunting, shoulders down; his body language suggesting he was considering putting both his arms on the table and resting his head on top of them. He had given up pretending to be fine. 
- Oh my God. – Eddie lifted Richie’s hair from his forehead, carefully pushing him back against the chair while using the palm of his hand to check if Richie had a fever. No. Apparently, that was the only symptom he was missing. 
Eddie removed both his gloves and affectionately sheltered Richie’s hands inside them. Kaspbrak sighed heavily and began his lecture:
- Didn’t anybody ever teach you, you can’t keep wearing your summer outfits like this to fall, Richie? It doesn’t have to be snowing for you to get a cold, you know? Wind does that just as effectively.
- As a matter of fact, no. Nobody ever cared to tell me that so specifically. – His voice was sounding weird again, but for this one time, it wasn’t because of the mucus, Eddie recognized that to be the tone Richie used to reference his mother.
Eddie felt embarrassed that his advice ended up taking Richie’s mind to that place; he should have phrased it better. - Wait here. – He said uselessly, it was not like Richie was able to get up. Blushed by his clumsiness with words whenever he was worried about Richie, Eddie headed towards the counter and asked for a hot chocolate, paying for it with polished coins. He used the waiting time to pull his act together. No more making Richie feel even worse. Soon enough, the tall smiley-blonde in her mid 20’s behind the counter, brought him a small Styrofoam cup; steaming hot, full of liquid comfort. 
Eddie turned back in the direction of the table. Hold up. There was a girl sitting there now. Eddie walked faster. 
- Who are you? What are you doing?? Don’t touch him! – The younger looking red-head was about to touch Richie’s hair, he had finally rested his head on his arms on the table. 
- He did not look okay. I came to see if I could help. 
Eddie’s blood boiled to the temperature of the hot chocolate he now put in front of Richie’s arms. He then aggressively unzipped his fanny pack and removed every single one of cold-fighting resources he had brought with him to take care of (his) Richie, setting them on the table in a zigzag line. 
- Do you see this? Wouldn’t you say we are good without you?! That is my chair, sweetheart.
It was indeed the only other chair available to that table. The girl looked offended and bolted out of it, crossing her arms and looking back at Eddie, over her shoulder, as she went away. 
- It doesn’t have your name on it… - She scorned.
- I’ll write it down in a second. - Richie rummaged and mumbled, giving out signs that he was still alive. Eddie sat down.
Hearing that put a huge and obvious smile to Eddie’s face. Taking pills out of their containers and Richie defending him, were two of his favorite things put together.
He laid them on a napkin, right next to the Styrofoam cup. – I called your place looking for you. Had to do it two times, before your mom picked up and told me you were at the Arcade. She sounded bad too, did she get it from you?
- No; she’s just drunk. - Richie lifted his head, looking at Eddie with fed up eyes as he straightened his back and cleaned his nose with a free of pills colorful napkin, going for the one full of them next; and starting the ritual of swallowing all of the pills.
Eddie’s stomach made a painful backflip after that information, all he managed to say was. – The temperature should be good for drinking now… - Richie nodded, already half done with the pills, his mouth half full with hot chocolate. – I’d offer you some but you’d yell “viruses”.
Eddie chuckled, caught off guard by Richie’s ability to be funny even now.
- After all, what got you in this state? – Eddie now inquired. – What did you do outside recently?
Richie expressed a sigh of contentment, having finished the hot chocolate. The boy took a deep breath, puffing his chest before answering casually: - A chore. I was raking the leaves but when I was done; I didn’t wanna go inside; so I stayed outside jumping in the pile… Granted, I was in shorts and a t-shirt, with a cotton shirt over it. However, all my extensive collection of 2 sweaters and 1 jacket from last year no longer fit me since I got taller. My allowance was most likely turned to alcohol this month, so… - He stopped himself, immediately shutting down this thought.- But yeah, according to your theory, I think a got a cold because of the wind when I was playing in the leaves.
- Oh my God, I love you.
- What? – Did Richie hear what he thought he heard? Was his sickness making him hallucinate? 
Eddie’s cheek turned bright red. – What?? - It was out before he could do anything to stop it but he still tried to pretend it was nothing. 
- That which you just said. You never said that before.
Eddie fidgeted once again and finally confessed under his breath, staring at his twitchy fingers on the table. – Well, I do. 
Richie stared him down, for as long as it took for Eddie to fully come to respond his stare. Then he was back to sounding casual, casual with a cold.
- Well, that is nice. As nice as your scent on this scarf. – He was touching the fabric and pulling it close to his runny nose. Eddie was surprised with how little he cared about viruses now.
- You can keep it. – He leaned over the table, now sitting at the edge of his chair, and reached for Richie’s free gloved hand.
Richie nodded majestically, you could tell from his face that he was about to say something clever. – If I say I love you back, can I keep you too?
Every single pair of eyes belonging to the gamers and staff in the Arcade left whatever they were looking at, bolting in the direction of the loud noise and the boy with the fanny pack. The one crumbled up, partially under the metal table. Nobody saw the cause, only the aftermath; but Richie Tozier had made Eddie Kaspbrak fall from his chair.