your face is just too much

taehyung scenario | heart-eyes

Originally posted by beui

prompt: I accidentally grabbed your sketchbook in art class, and it’s filled with amazing doodles… wait is that supposed to be you and me… and are we…???

pairing: taehyung x reader

requested by anon | 1.3k words | fluff

Students at art school are weird. Not a bad kind of weird, just a wearing-designer-clothes-only-to-get-paint-splashed-on-them, stopping-in-the-corridor-to-stare-out-the-window-and-mutter-some-poetry-on-a-sigh kind of weird. Maybe weird is the wrong word. Quirky. Charismatic. Artistic.

By far the weirdest (or should you say most artistic) student is Kim Taehyung. He’s the type to wear glasses just for aesthetic. He’s the type to daze off into space during lessons, staring open mouthed at the ceiling. He’s the type to brainstorm unique ideas that would never come together in other people’s heads. And he’s your type.

Which is why you get so excited when you find out he’s your partner for the group art project.

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Power Cut VI

Originally posted by btsgotsvt

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, Hybrid!au

Warnings : sex mention

Summary: Yoongi is the cat hybrid you once adopted at an adoption center. You took care of him as best as you could months following his adoption but he still has not erased the distance he voluntarily puts between you.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

Note: That chapter is from Yoongi’s POV. Written and edited from my phone. The post might look weird and have some typos.

Yoongi laid his deep dark eyes upon the intimidated bunny who had his doe eyes on you. Seeing Jungkook’s hand shaking yours even as a greeting made something stir down the cat hybrid’s guts. At the moment, the deep and lewd desire to claim you in front of the others was almost unbearable. He growled, hissing slightly and clenching his hands, trying to quiet the animal inside him. Gosh, you would never know how much he wanted to fuck you on that kitchen table. As mixed emotions coursed through him he gazed at you laughing heartily before he glared at Jisoo who had warm eyes over her hybrid companion.

It was her fault.

The cat hybrid’s sighed, staying behind you and ignoring Jisoo’s hearty laughs. He promised you to do efforts but his possessive side was still getting the best of him. The need to fuck you right in front of the other hybrid was still present. He wanted to show them you were his sole master and that you belonged to him. His flow of thoughts got interrupted by Jisoo’s impatient tone.

“Suga-Suga! Lemme introduce you to Jungkook. Come on, don’t be shy ”

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Do people’s reactions ever make you happy? Like gosh yes please tell me what you love, I wanna watch your face light up, I wanna watch love dance across your eyes and exude from your soul. I wanna see what makes you angry, passionate, what you get heated about. I wanna see you breathe in tea deeply and I wanna the way you watch the window and observe the world. I love seeing how people change, just in all these tiny ways, without even realizing they’re changing, and they just show you so much in the blink of an eye. Like yes. Tell me what you love, but show me, too. 

Bts | Reaction | Mixed Signals

[ that would be hysterical lol hope you enjoy and thanks for requesting! :) ]


Being the oldest, Jin would think that respect would just come naturally from the younger members. But, in that moment when one of the maknaes nearly put their crusty lips upon yours, apparently respect was just thrown right out the window. 

“Did you just…” 


Yoongi didn’t think twice about seeing you chatting it up with Hoseok, he had no reason to. But, unfortunately, Hobi had a little too much to drink that night and things didn’t take long to get out of hand. Right as Yoongi turned his head to check on how you were holding up, his small grin immediately disappeared from his face once he saw you trying to keep Hoseok’s lips from touching yours. 

Granted, it would’ve been laughable if you weren’t already taken. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”


The sudden act of affection would come out of nowhere, leaving Namjoon and yourself completely perplexed. No one in the group knew about your relationship with their leader, so it wasn’t entirely Jungkook’s fault for wanting to make a move on you. But, it was incredibly awkward for the rest of the evening.

“W-What are you doing?!” You exclaim, causing Jungkook to blush bright in the face as he shuffles away from you.

“I was…I was going to kiss you. I thought you liked me, too..” 

Namjoon could only sit there, and choke on his drink as shit was starting to hit the fan real quick. 


Even if it were nothing but a harmless peck on the cheek, or something, Hoseok would need time alone to meditate on the situation - to keep him from doing something stupid. 

“Dear god, I have been a good boy today, and would like for BTS to remain a seven member group. But, if this dusty-ass broom stick thinks he can put his lips on my jagi, and get away with it, lord get ready to see Min Yoongi 60 years early. Amen.”


I honestly couldn’t see him getting mad at a harmless peck, especially if it were nothing but a misunderstanding. But, ion know with this one, because sometimes Jimin pegs me for someone that will be pouty even if their s/o hugs somebody for too long, or he won’t see the big deal in small things. But, would still low-key be ticked off about it, but would make it playful.

“Just don’t let it happened again, okay?” 


It was just a game of truth or dare, nothing harmful in that, right? Well, it seemed that way until Jin dared Jimin to kiss you for a full five seconds. Everyone was well aware of Jimin’s little crush on his noona, but the opportunity was too perfect to pass up.
After the dare was complete, the boys didn’t hesitate to start teasing the two of you, Jimin boasting about how good of a kisser you are, even if it were only five seconds. But, it was enough to piss Taehyung off for the rest of the night. 

“Wow, your jagi has such soft lips, Tae-Tae!” 



You turned away from his hyung in horror, placing a hand over your mouth in shock as his lips were there mere seconds ago. To make matters worse, Jungkook had seen the whole thing, standing in the doorway with a blank look upon his face. 

“Baby…it’s not what it looks like.” You go to explain, only to stop when you saw a small grin form on Jungkook’s face. Confused, you turn to Taehyung, him shrugging slightly as the maknae made his way over toward you. Grabbing your waist tightly, he pulls you in closer to his side, that shit-eating grin only growing. 

“So, hyung. How did my dick taste?” 

Spill Your Guts

A/N: I really wanted to write an LGBT reader so I came up with this little one shot, enjoy! Reader is Bi (or Pan!)

Word Count: 962

Warnings: overall grossness if you’ve ever watched the Spill Your Guts segment on The Late Late Show.

Dedicate this to my bisexual queen and fellow Cara lover @harry-writings 🌈

“…And for the last two, we have bird saliva and bull penis.” You can hear the crowd around you making shocked and disgusted sounds. You cover your mouth with your hands trying to hide the growing smile but also disgusted look that crosses your face. You honestly have no idea how you ended up in this situation.

You were absolutely flabbergasted when your manager told you that James Corden wanted you on the show to help promote your new movie. It would be your first time on the hit talk show and to say you were nervous, would be an understatement.

It’d be fun, they said. It’s a great marketing experience, they said.

But now here you were, staring down at the lazy Susan that was littered with products that would make even the strongest stomach queasy.

The first question was given to James. You were relatively a new and up and coming actress and didn’t really have anything to hide or be embarrassed about but you’re stomach still flipped with nerves at what he might ask.

“Alright…let’s start off with…” James turned the table around trying to land on the most disgusting thing. If you were being honest with yourself, there wasn’t anything on the table you would ever want to eat or drink before answering a personal question.

“Ah yes, a salmon smoothie. My personal favorite.” You couldn’t help the way your face contorted as you looked at the chunky smoothie that radiated an overwhelming scent into your nostrils. You laugh along with James as you just shake your head and wait for his question.

“You have been connected to both Harry Styles and Cara Delevingne.” James pauses his reading as he looks up to see you reaction. You can feel your cheeks starting to heat up as the crowd woos around you.

You had met Cara while filming the movie you were currently promoting and things had sort of moved pretty quickly between the two of you. You weren’t expecting the media frenzy that came along with dating one of the world’s most beautiful woman. It was a fast romance that had ended along with filming. Luckily, there were no bad feelings between the two of you and promoting the film together had not been awkward at all, no matter how much interviewers try to choke you both up.

You placed your hands on the table and leaned forward as you waited for him to continue.

“So my question is…Who is better in bed?” You try to stop your eyes from widening because you know the camera is trying to get the best close up of your reaction. The crowd’s hollering is almost deafening as you rack your brain for some answer that will get you out of this without saying too much about you ex girlfriend and your current, and still new relationship with Harry.

You look down at the salmon smoothie, which had chunks floating around the top, then back at James who has a smirk on his face that you want so badly to slap off.

“Okay so we’re getting right into this.” You whisper to yourself which causes James and the audience to laugh. ”You know…I actually just became a vegan so…” Your voice gets lost in the sound of the crowds shouting.

“No, no, no, I asked you if this was okay and you said yes!” You mentally slapped your past self, who only thirty minutes ago, agreed to do this segment.

“Well, I don’t—They’re both—I don’t know!” You hid your face in your hands as you stumbled over your words. You didn’t want to reveal too much information about Cara or Harry but you also didn’t want to drink the smoothie. You were still trying to come up with a way out when you’re mouth opened and began spouting out words before you could second guess them.

“I mean, um, they’re both good at—they’re both good at different things and—“ You were caught off guard again by the sound of the crowd screaming.

“Good?! You describe sex with Harry Styles and Cara Delevingne as only good?” You see the producers in the corner of your eyes raising and lowering their hands in an effort to quiet down the crowd.

“No! They’re both great it’s just—I don’t know! Oh my god!” You wish you never opened your mouth because know you were just saying things you would regret.

“Answer the question or drink the smoothie.” James replies smugly.

“Okay, my answer is,” The studio is suddenly eerily quiet. “They are both great in bed but—“ You get cut off again by the sound of the audience.

“But!” You raise your voice to be heard over all the noise. “But, they are both good—amazing, in different areas.”

Again, it takes a few moments for the crowd to settle down. Worry washes over you as you wonder how Harry will react to your revelation about your sex life with him. You knew Cara well enough to know she would think this was all hilarious but you weren’t quite sure how Harry would respond given that he was always such a secretive person, especially when it came to relationships.

“That wasn’t the question, so I’ll have to repeat myself.” James tried to keep a straight face but you could see a smile peeking through. “Who is better in bed?” He repeated.

“Fuck it.” You say as you lift the glass up to your lips, holding your nose so you don’t accidentally inhale the scent.

Laughter fills the room as you fill the chunky content go down your throat. You quickly spit it back up into the bucket next to the table before chugging down a glass of water as the crowd cheers around you.

Thank you for reading! I may do a little snippet of Cara’s and Harry’s reactions so let me know if you’d be interested!


Sky Full of Stars

summary: after the thanksgiving dinner, you just need time to unwind and relax, thankfully the hammock that tony provided helped you calm down; especially with the help of your super soldier boyfriend, bucky.
word count: 1.092
warnings: just fluff
side note: this is for @anaboo96 writing challenge with the prompt “hold still.”

After the Thanksgiving meal while everyone was cleaning up the giant mess, you snuck away to the roof of the tower. You loved your friends, but sometimes their company was too much and you needed a break.

A gust of chilly air rushed against your face as you opened the heavy door and before you could step over the threshold, you stood in shock, the high city view always surprising you no matter how many times you’ve seen it. It was calming and wonderful and amazing to see such a busy city filled with people doing their own things, celebrating Thanksgiving in their own unique way; just like you had. You slowly walked to the hammock that was set up by the edge. You carefully sat down on the hammock, fingers grabbing tightly onto the knotted rope to keep you from falling off. Once you felt secure, you began to rock the hammock back and forth with your feet as you looked out straight ahead and saw the beginning stages of a beautiful sunset. Along the horizon, the sky was smudged with different shades of oranges that slowly faded into a soft pink. There was still some blue left, but it had darkened and showed off a hint of purple. The waxing crescent moon already made its bright appearance as well as a few dim stars that littered the colourful sky. It was such a beautiful sight that you had blink a few times to make sure it was really there, that colours were really dancing with each other.

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Domestic Desire

hi so i haven’t written in years so i’m a little rusty; but, i’ve really been wanting to get back into writing again! it’s something that i love to do and this fanart inspired me to write a short little tododeku one-shot ♡ read it if you want, you don’t have to. i just missed writing so much and decided to give it a go! if you do read it, thank you so much! ♡

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- They took him once… It won’t happen again.

Man Up

by reddit user Pippinacious

When the bookstore at the mall put up its help wanted posters, I jumped at the chance to put in my application. Between being an avid reader who had practically lived amongst the store’s shelves in high school and a broke community college student taking a semester off to save money, it seemed still customer service.

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Frank Castle vs Billy Russo [requested by: @yennefer-of-hells-kitchen and @foxtrot73]

Signs as Carrie Fisher quotes

Aquarius: Men. Go figure.

Pisces: What hairstyle would YOU put on someone with a round face? Add more! So it can contain the fat.

Aries: There’s no room for demons when you’re self-possesed.

Taurus: Take your broken heart, make it into art.

Gemini: Instant-gratification takes too long.

Cancer: G’night Fuck-O’s.

Leo: You guys are much more polite with your mutilations.

Virgo: I’ve got at least 14 bad angles.

Libra: If my life weren’t funny it would just be true, and that is unnacceptable.

Scorpio: “-Where do you get your wonderful sense of humour, Carrie?” -Sears!

Sagittarius: Men don’t age better than women, men are just allowed to age.

Capricorn: Unfortunately it hurts all 3 of my feelings.

;the touch of silk (m)

pairing: min yoongi x reader, sugar daddy! yoongi, vampire! yoongi
genre/warnings: smut, romance, blood mentions, but nothing too crazy, dirty talk, dom! Yoongi
words: 14,221

:: summary— in a world where vampires coexist with the living, there are many humans looking for a cheap thrill…you’re ashamed to admit you’re curious too, putting to good use a dating app you find…but Min Yoongi is nothing like you imagined a vampire to be…

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Trying out new colored pencils


PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader

summary: nancy breaks up with steve and he is a bit of a mess when you find him. being the new girl in hawkins you try to befriend and keep nancy off his mind. it backfires and now you have him falling in love with you, as you fight off the urge to fall in love with him, too. [THIS IS AN AU!]

warnings: swearing, sexual situations, violence

a/n: quentin tarantino is my favorite director and i really love old movies. so here’s this. lot’s of music in here. also, nothing too major happens now. just two characters meet. this is possibly the maybe first time i have such an independant/strong reader

if you like my stuff and want to support me, don’t forget to treat me to a KO-FI!


[ACT 2.]


“Hey, sorry to bother you. I wouldn’t be if… if you didn’t look like you could use some company.”

Your statement is met with silence as the unfamiliar guy in front of you lifts his eyes up to stare at you in bewilderment. Late autumn wind blows past and ruins your neat hairdo. Your hand grips the strap of your purse; you note tears glisten in his deep brown eyes and decide to look away so he’d have enough time to collect himself. The guy sniffles, rubs his eyes before giving you a tight smile; He opens his mouth to possibly dismiss you, but you beat him to it, “There’s no shame in crying. If you’re sad, you’re sad, right? Nothing you can do about it.” He sighs, “May I sit?” You inquire. After a moment of consideration, he gives a curt nod. And so you do.

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bts scenario: you sit on their face

i hope you enjoy! tbh this is my dream. hope everyone has a really good weekend! ily! xx


raising money for my pet’s tumor removal

jin: hands held tightly onto your waist as jin’s tongue pressed against you. “s-shit,” you stuttered at the feeling, hands moving down to press against jin’s shoulders. jin’s tongue found it’s way to your clit and sucked hard, making you press down harder against him. your legs began to tremble and you knew you were close to your orgasm. jin could sense this and began to suck harder. legs tightening around his face, you reached your high, and he ate it all up.

Originally posted by je0n

yoongi: you could barely contain your screams as yoongi’s tongue entered you. “yoongiii,” you practically whined as his tongue moved back and forth. yoongi smirked against your entrance as he felt you tremble and shake. determined to make you cum, yoongi teased your clit with his nose and plunged his tongue inside of you until you came. “good?” yoongi teased as he pulled away, licking his lips. “shut the hell up.”

Originally posted by sugaa

hoseok: hoseok’s arms were tight around your legs, holding you in place as you tried to squirm away. “you’re not going anywhere, baby,” hoseok chuckled as he pulled you back down on top of him again. you whined from the sensitivity but let hoseok continue. your hands pushed down on his chest below you as he began to move his tongue faster and faster. short, kitten like moans left your throat as you felt your high wash over you, coating hoseok’s face in your cum. 

Originally posted by ultranicolet

namjoon: namjoon’s hand slapped your thigh as you tried to ride his face, him determined to make you cum with just the movements of his tongue. you kept your hands in their spot on his chest as his tongue flicked against your clit. namjoon moaned, sending vibrations throughout your body, effectively bringing you that much closer to your orgasm. as your high washed over you, you could feel namjoon drinking up every ounce of you.

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

jimin: jimin had two fingers inside of you as he attacked your clit with his tongue. “jimin, i’m gonna cum too fast,” you said as he pressed against your g-spot. jimin ignored you and instead sucked harder and began fucking you faster with his fingers. your eyes squeezed shut and your head flew back from the pleasure, hands clenching onto the bed sheets next to you. jimin’s tongue pulled you to your high, and you felt the pleasure run over you, thighs shuddering. 

Originally posted by chimcheroo

taehyung: taehyung ate you out like it was his last meal on earth, tongue mercilessly tasting all parts of you. a high pitched moan left your throat and you pushed down hard against his face. “are you gonna cum with just my tongue, baby?” taehyung sucked on your clit and pulled away again, “come on, baby, i wanna taste you.” his tongue went back to licking and sucking on your clit and your high approached you, riding his face through it. 

Originally posted by jjeonguk

jungkook: jungkook’s tongue was ruthless against you as you rut against his face. “kookie,” you moaned, “fuck.” the pleasure felt incredible as you could practically see stars. your thighs shook as jungkook’s warm tongue could be felt inside of you, pushing you over the edge. your whole body erupted in trembles as jungkook pulled away from your sensitive clit. “am i that good, huh?” jungkook teased as shudders still raked your body.

Originally posted by kookmint

Je T’aime, Mon Cher Eddie

For @time-for-tozier who came up with this idea, I hope you like it!!

Eddie watched as the clock’s minute hand moved towards the number 12, making a ticking noise as it wet round. He was so fixated that he jumped when the bell rang, the cue for people around him to pack up and leave the room.

He slammed his yellow note book shut and shoved it, and his pencil, into his backpack, before running out of the classroom to meet up with the other losers.

He sprinted down the hallways, bumping into several people and nearly tripping twice, before he reached the door. He swung the door open and walked to the bike rack around the side of the school.

“Hey Eddie,” Ben called to him as he walked over.

“Hey guys,” Eddie took in the positions of his friends. Mike was sat on the ground, fiddling with his bike, it kept breaking. Ben was sat on a bench about a meter away from the bike rack, a book resting open on his lap. Beverly was sitting on her bike seat, hands already gripping the handlebars as if she was in a hurry to go. Bill and Stan were stood next to each other, however, Eddie noticed, much too close to be considered normal. And Richie, well, he was being his usual self. He was hung upside down on one the metal bannister of a nearby stair case, dark hair brushing the ground.

“Eds! You finally arrived!” Richie near shouted bouncing his way back over to the group. “Can we go now?”

The losers collectively rolled their eyes and grabbed their bikes, climbing on and cycling towards the woods.

Their was a field there that they had claimed as their new hangout. It was completely secluded and surrounded by trees. In the spring, the ground was covered in daisies, Richie loved it, and prided himself on making “the best daisy chains in Derry”. In the Summer and Autumn, the grass was green and soft. And in the Winter, the Loser’s decided to just hand out at each other’s houses instead, with the careful avoidance of the Tozier, Marsh and Kaspbrak residences.

They were all laying on the grass. Beverly had her head resting on Ben’s lap as he sat cross legged playing with her hair. Stan and Bill were laying shoulder to shoulder, Mike was spread out like a starfish, and Richie was resting his head on Eddie’s stomach.

They were peaceful.

“Richie, I couldn’t help but to notice that you were in my French class this morning.” Bev spoke up, breaking the silence.

She knew there had to be a reason behind his sudden appearance in the class. She knew that she took it so that one day, when she was old enough, she could move to France and never look back. She knew that Stan’s parents wanted him to focus more on his religion. She knew that Ben was already fluent in the language and didn’t need to take a class. She knew that Bill found it too hard because of his stutter. She knew that Mike and Eddie simply didn’t want to take the subject, seeing no reason for it.

So what was Richie’s reason?

“You take French?” Eddie chuckled, sitting up. “Since when?”

“Well, obviously since this morning dipshit. I already know how to say some stuff. Such as,” Richie cleared his throat. “Ta mère aime ça dans le cul.”

Bev’s head shot up. “Beep Beep Richie.”

“W-what did he say?” Bill asked.

“Do you really want me to tell you?” Bev whined. The rest of the group, bar Richie and Ben, nodded. She sighed. “He said “your mother likes it up the ass.”

Groans of “Richie”, and “really?” We passed around as Richie smirked.

“Hey Rich? Do you know anything that’s not rude?” Eddie asked.

“Umm yeah,” Richie replied. “Eddie, tu as de beaux yeux.” (You have beautiful eyes)

“What does that mean?”

“Ahh, my dear Eddie Spaghetti, that is a secret.”

“Don’t call me that. Bev? Can you tell me what he said?” Eddie asked Beverly, who was staring at Richie with a strange look on her face. She stared for a few more moments before turning to Eddie.

“Sorry Eddie, I don’t know what he said.”


The next morning Richie bounced into school with too much energy for 7am on a Tuesday.

“Good morning, mes petits choux.” He smiled, leaning his chin on Eddie’s head.

“Richie, if I may ask, why did you just call us ‘your little cabbages’?” Ben questioned.

“I did it because I felt like it.” Just then the bell rang for class.

“Um, Richie? Can I talk you you for a sec? In private?” Beverly asked. Richie nodded, he loved the girl like family, they both dealt with similar issues in their home lives. “Do you like Eddie? You know, as in like him?”

Richie blushed. “No, where did you get that idea?”

“You’re always hugging him, you never stop staring at him, and yesterday you told him, in French, that he had beautiful eyes.”

“You said you didn’t understand what I said!”

“Well I lied, I guessed that you didn’t really want me to tell him, otherwise you would have simply said it in English.” She sighed. “Richie, what’s the real reason you started taking French class? You know I’m not going to judge you.”

Richie sighed. “I’ve been dealing with so much at home and then I come to school and he,” Richie leant back against the wall. “He makes me feel safe, and, I dunno, loved I guess? I just wanted a way to tell him how I feel and explain what’s happening at home. But it was way too painful to say it all in English, so I thought it’d be easier to tell him in another language.”

“Oh, Richie.” Beverly wrapped him in a hug. “That’s so sweet.” Richie gave her a half smile, and they began walking to their first class, which happened to be French.


Eddie was just dozing off when he hears the taps at his window. At first he was scared that it was a leper, or a murderer, but he was assured it wasn’t when someone spoke up from behind the glass and curtains.

“Eddie? You awake?” Eddie pushed he covers off and got out of bed, he walked over to the window and opened the curtains.

The person at his window was Richie.

“C-can I come in?” Eddie could see the tears making their way steadily down Richie’s cheeks. He pushed the window open as quietly as he could and Richie clambered in.

“Rich, are you okay? What happened?” Instead of the answer Eddie knew he wasn’t going to get, Richie clutched him in a hug, openly sobbing.

Eddie guided Richie over to his bed and lates him down so that Richie’s head was resting above his heart. He never got answers, but he knew how to calm his best friend down. He liked listening to Eddie’s heartbeat, to confirm he wasn’t alone, and he like it when Eddie ran his fingers through his hair.

That’s exactly what Eddie was doing when Richie stopped crying and mumbled something.

“I’m sorry? I didn’t catch that.”

“Je t'aime. S’il te plaît, ne me quitte jamais.” (I love you. Please never leave me.)

Richie fell asleep soon after that, Eddie had no idea what the sleeping boy had said to him.

Over the next few months, Richie refused to stop talking in French whilst around Eddie. Beverly noticed he would constantly be blushing whenever Richie spoke the foreign words, in a thick accent. All of the Losers agreed that it was The only good impression Richie Tozier had ever done. During these months, Bev had to put up with Richie’s constant pining for Eddie.

She would always catch him calling Eddie a ‘magnifique petit tournesol’ (gorgeous little sunflower) or telling Eddie that he ‘avait l'air si mignon dans ce pull’ (looked so cute in that sweater’. He even said ‘Mon Amour.’ (My love) a few times

She was fed up of it. She knew without a doubt that Eddie had the same feelings towards Richie. So, during their 5th period geography class, Bev gave Richie a stern talking to.

“You need to tell him.”


“Eddie! You need to tell him how you feel! I’m like 99% sure he reciprocates your feelings.”

“Yes Bev, but what about the 1% hmm?” Beverly rolled her eyes, they spent the rest of the lesson in silence.

A few weeks passed and Richie and Eddie found themselves alone at Loser’s Meadow, as the gang had dubbed it, watching the sun set.

“Eddie, I’m about to ramble in French and you just need to listen, you don’t need to understand.”

Eddie furrowed his brow. “Oh, okay.” He secretly loved it when Richie spoke French, however, he’d never admit it.

“Vous ne comprenez pas un mot que je dis en ce moment, et honnêtement? Je pense que c'est une bonne chose.

(You don’t understand a word im saying right now, and honestly? I think thats a good thing.)

J'avais besoin d'un moyen de pouvoir te dire ce que je ressens sans que tu me détestes.

(I needed a way to be able to tell you how i feel without you hating me.)

Parce que je sais que tu ne m'aimes pas en retour. Qui pourrait m'aimer de retour? Je suis un morceau de merde sans valeur.

(Because I know you don’t love me back. Who could love me back? I’m a worthless piece of shit.)

Vous voyez, vous n'avez absolument aucune idée de ce que je dis. En ce moment, tes joues sont d'un rouge vif avec combien tu rougis, et ton sourire n'a jamais été aussi beau.

(See, you have absolutely no idea what I’m saying. Right now, your cheeks are bright red with how much you’re blushing, and your smile has never been more beautiful.)

Tant que je continue à sourire et à parler, ce regard restera sur votre visage. Je ne veux jamais que tu arrêtes de sourire.

(As long as I keep smiling and talking, that look will stay on your face. I never want you to stop smiling.)

Ok, maintenant pour la vraie merde.

(Okay, now for the real shit.)

Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime depuis que nous avons neuf ans. Vous avez toujours été mon refuge, pour les nuits où il n'est pas sûr de rentrer à la maison, ou j'en ai fini avec le monde.

(Eddie Kaspbrak, I have loved you since we were 9 years old. You have always been my safe haven, for nights when it isn’t safe to go home, or I’m just done with the world.)

Vous êtes la seule personne à qui je fais confiance. Sauf ça. C'est la seule chose que vous ne saurez jamais, parce que je sais que vous ne ressentirez jamais la même chose.

(You are the one person I trust everything to. Except this. This is the one thing that you’ll never know, because I know you’ll never feel the same.)

Je t'aime Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime.

(I love you Eddie Kaspbrak, I love you.)”

Eddie giggled. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Oh, um, just a very detailed description of your mom’s vagina. I can retell it in English if you’d like?”

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie said whilst laughing, as Richie sat admiring him, a wistful expression on his face.

A few days later saw Richie climbing into Eddie’s window at 3am with a bust lip and a black eye and tears streaming down his cheeks.

Without having to ask, Eddie pulled him into his bed and wrapped his arms around the crying boy. Richie wouldn’t stop muttering something in French until he fell asleep.

“Je t'aime.” Eddie made himself a promise that he’d look those words up as soon as the library was open tomorrow.

As soon as Richie left the next morning, Eddie pulled on a Red sweatshirt, one of Richie’s that he’d left behind years ago, and some shorts. He ran out of the house, making sure to kiss his mother goodbye before he left, and raced to the library.

He walked in and asked the receptionist to point him towards the ‘languages’ section.

He grabbed himself the first French dictionary he could find and flipped straight to the ‘T’ chapter, he already knew that ‘Je’ mean ‘I’.

Eddie gasped when he read the meaning. He dropped the book, causing a loud thud, and ran straight for the exit. He clambered back onto his bike and sped down the streets. He knew where Richie would be. The out of use highway bridge. He would always go there on a Saturday to smoke, listen to The Smiths and get away from his Parents.

Eddie threw his bike down as soon as he arrived, taking a puff from his asthma inhaler. “Richie?” He called out.

“Eddie?” He looked up to see Richie sat on the bridge’s ledge, feet swinging backwards and forwards. Eddie began to run up the hill towards the dark haired boy, whilst said boy stumbled down towards him. They met halfway.

“Eds, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be babysitting your mother or something.”

“Je t'aime aussi.” Eddie stated, not even bothering to tell Richie off for calling him Eds.

“What?” Richie looked unsure of what he’d just heard.

“Je t’aime aussi.” Eddie took a breath. “I love you too.”

Richie wasted no time in pulling Eddie in by his waist, connecting their lips. Eddie fisted his hands in the collar of Richie’s shirt. They pulled away a few moments later, in need of air, and rested their foreheads together.

This felt right. This felt like home.

just the two of us

Summary: You’re quite the shy one, but Steve always manages to get a few words out of you, no matter what.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Someone tell me to do my college work, and stop writing fics! who am I kidding, though - I can’t stay away from this angel. Also, I am not very good at writing shy readers, apparently :/ I will do better with the next shy reader fic I’m writing, I promise! enjoy xx | masterlist

Originally posted by franciscastle

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favorite sh moments 4/?pandemonium

anonymous asked:

Magic AU. Bitty is a baker who really messed up this maybe-not-recipe. Jack is a powerful but quiet demon who isn't sure what's going on, but there's pie.

Okay you sent this a literal year ago, but it’s finally done. Also, it’s 5k. 

I will post another, more refined version on ao3 (with betaing, even) in December, after NaNo, but please enjoy!

“Aaand… done.” Bitty shuts the oven firmly, and claps flour off his hands. He picks up the yellowed piece of paper from the counter, and scans his eyes over the recipe. He’d had to buy a few… weirder ingredients from the internet to get it done, but as long as it came out of the oven correctly, he’d get an A on his project, meaning that he would be officially done with his Bachelor’s degree in American Studies.

Now, to wait. The recipe said an hour, but Bitty’s oven was, obviously, better (though not by much) than a simple fireplace stove, and so he’d set it for thirty minutes, which was just enough time to finish that new movie he’d been watching.

Thirty minutes later, he pulls out a steaming pie, and grins. The crust is a beautiful golden brown (and all the symbols the recipe said were necessary stood out nicely, a darker, richer brown than the rest of the crust, unexpected but pleasant). “Perfect,” he mumbles to himself, setting it on the counter. He was tempted, all of a sudden, to cut into it. But it needed to be perfect for his professor, and she was a renowned stickler. He’d fail if it wasn’t perfect, and he didn’t have the money to buy the ingredients for another try. There were only so many places one could get rat tails for cheap.

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