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moonstruckme · 7 months

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In a Week - send a character + au and I'll write a blurb for it (like vampire!Eddie, bodyguard!Sirius, etc.)

ROCKSTAR!SIRIUS PLZ

Loveeee him! Thanks for requesting ml :)

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rockstar!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 612 words

Sirius pushes through the crowd of fans with all the politeness he can. Sorry, ‘scuse me, thanks for coming, excuse me. It’s like trying to part the sea, but eventually he makes it to the door of his dressing room, slipping inside and shutting it hastily behind him.

“Sirius!” You’re upon him in a second, eyes ecstatic under your smudged makeup. “You were amazing! Your solo, it was beyond anything I’ve seen—that had to have been your best show on this tour.”

“Thanks, baby,” he says, and that’s about as long as he can restrain himself. The adrenaline of the show is still thrumming in his veins, but it’s happy for a new outlet. You return the kiss with gusto, and Sirius isn’t sure if it’s your sweat or his he’s tasting as you come up on your tiptoes, tongue sweeping over the inside of his top lip.

“Pads—Christ, mate, think you could hold off until the after party at least?” James says from the doorway. “You’re neglecting your fans out here.”

Sirius shoots him a sour look. “VIP pass gets them ten minutes each,” he says, leaving his hand tangled in your hair even when you step back slightly. “They got what they paid for.”

“Siri,” you say softly. “They’re your fans, they just want to see you. Be nice.”

“I was nice,” he replies, though his tone is far kinder than the one he’d used with James. “I was nice to them for ten minutes each, sweetheart, and now I want some time with my girl.”

“You share a hotel room every night and she’s at every one of our shows,” James points out. “You’d think you’d get plenty of time with her.” He turns to you, brown eyes warm behind glasses still vaguely foggy from the exertion of performing. “Not that we aren’t happy to have you, shortcake. We are.”

You smile at him, speaking again before Sirius has the chance to reply. “What if you go out there for another half hour, honey, and then we can skip the after party and go straight to the hotel. Sound good?”

Sirius sighs, bending forward to lean his forehead against your shoulder dramatically. He knows he’s ruining his eyeliner, rubbing it against the sweaty skin of your collarbone, but he doesn’t care. “I was already gonna skip the party,” he mutters.

You laugh, resting your hand atop his hair lightly. “Just an extra half hour. Then we’ll go to the room, order room service, shower…”

You’re making your voice extra enticing, and it works. “Fine,” he sighs, and James grins, slipping out and shutting the door behind him to give you two a moment of privacy. “Tomorrow I’m making you hold my hand all day,” he says, straightening with a groan. “I’m not letting you go until the next show.”

“Sounds good to me,” you reply gamely.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he warns, heading for the door before he gets a chance to change his mind. “There should be brownies in here somewhere, sweetheart. I requested them, you can eat them while I’m gone.”

Your lips part, features morphing into an adorable look of surprise. “You made the venue bring brownies to your room for me?”

Sirius shrugs, but he’s smirking. “You said you were craving them. Gotta keep my girl happy.”

You grab his collar, pressing your lips enthusiastically to his for a brief moment before you let him go. “Thank you, baby,” you say, grinning hugely. “Knock ‘em dead out there. Don’t let any girls make you sign their boobs.”

“I’ll do my best,” he promises, leaving you to your treat and stepping out into the hallway.

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luveline · 8 months

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would loveeee to see your version of jake!! maybe just something fluffy and domestic, sorry im leaving you to fill in the blanks so much bby ;; <3

thank you for your request lovely ♡ fem!reader

Jake does this thing whenever he sees you like he's trying not to smile —or eat you alive.

Face desperate to stay impassive but eyes giving him away, his lips and the space just above his left brow twitch at the same time, and the pool cue he holds is swiftly given to a nearby friend.

"Now what do we have here?" he asks, sizing you up shamelessly.

You hide your own smile and turn from him. Predictably, Jake follows you from the pool table and toward the bar, where you open your purse for a rumpled ten, the warm summer air ruffling your layered skirt and the air con above battling to keep your cheeks cool.

He covers your hand. "What's with you?"

"What's with me?" you ask lightly.

"Don't tell me you've been this pretty all your life and you still try buying your own drinks?"

"I'm a big girl," you say, flagging down Penny for your usual.

Jake, still predictable, declares it on him. Despite his insistence and his easy compliments, he doesn't look at you as Penny pours your drinks, eyes meandering lazily around the Hard Deck and its patrons like he hadn't just followed you up here.

"I can pay for my own drink," you say.

He still doesn't look at you, but his smile turns smarmy, almost, his tone wry, "Ah, but should you have to?"

"Jake–"

"A first name basis?" He nods at Penny in thanks as she finishes up. A prop for his derision, he picks up his drink and smirks at you from over the rim. "We're getting somewhere."

You place your elbow on the bar and rest your cheek in the cup of your hand, relaxing each feature. You're as unashamed as he was to look at him, though for a different reason, cataloguing the little differences since you last saw him. His tanned cheeks apple the longer you look, and for the first time since this morning, he smiles at you genuinely.

"Shit," he mutters through it, putting his drink down. "You know I can't handle it when you're looking at me like that, angel."

"Almost like that's why I do it," you say softly. Your smile melds from contented to something with a little more excitement as Jake puts his hand on your waist a deliberate, slow placement, each finger in a specific set. Thumb pressing into soft tummy, pinky finger teasing the waistband of your skirt. "S'why I wore the skirt, too."

He catches your lips for a sudden kiss. You laugh into his mouth, grabbing a handful of rigid, corded forearm muscle to stop him from getting too close. (You'd love for him to get closer, but you hope to be able to show your face here for the rest of your life.)

"I win," you say, the tip of your nose bumping his as you break the kiss.

"You win," he says. "You were supposed to be here half an hour ago, you know that?"

"So you could subject us to your weird foreplay just after dinner?" Fanboy asks, rocking up to the bar with Rooster beside him.

"It's not foreplay," you say, mortified but quickly mollified when Rooster waves a hand.

"He's kidding. Doesn't mean he isn't half right. Why do you guys do that?"

"What, pretend not to know each other?" you ask.

Jake's arm moves from its risqué grasping of your waist to cover your back. He's not hulking but he's not a small man, you feel his presence behind you like a steadying, remarkably handsome constant. You've no trouble leaning against him with all your weight, your hair pressed to his shoulder.

"You boys wouldn't understand," Jake says, arm curving around you like a seat belt locking into place. He gives your tummy a squeeze. You place your sandal clad heel on his boot as though that might scare him into behaving, and he likes you enough to pretend it does.

"It's just fun." You reach for Jake's drink and take a sip, your own ignored and weeping condensation. "Keeps life interesting."

"'Cos I'm such a bore," Jake drawls, nosing behind the shell of your ear.

You smile and huff a laugh through your nose as he shakes you from one side to another playfully. You're being downright disgusting in public, in broad daylight, but you're so in love you don't mind. It's not as if you're necking, anyways. Jake's just soft-handed when he wants to be, and with you, that's all the time.

"You're the worst," you say. Your tone is honeyed enough that it's obvious from the first syllable that what you're saying isn't true.

"I'll drink to that!" Rooster cheers, flagging Penny for another beer.

Jake ignores him. "I really do like the skirt, doll."

"Thank you. I'm thinking I might get it in white."

"Oh, yeah. I'd like to see that on you. Almost as much as I'd like taking it right fucking off of—" You step on his toes until he stops.

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redheadspark · 8 months

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hi could i ask for #4 with az from the september prompt list? i loveeee your writing!!! thank u :))))

A/N - Very cute! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Shiver

Summary - You know how to warm Azriel right back up

Warnings - Just some cute fluff

As soon as you opened the door to the Townhouse, arms were immediately opened around you and scooped you off your feet.

“Az! For Cauldron’s sake, let me get into the house first!” You huffed as the arms were holding you tight and making you hover off the ground. His own grip was not slipping for a second as he was humming and keeping you close, you could even feel his shadows lick against your arms and forehead in happiness and contentment. Of course, this was a bit silly, but you wouldn’t change it. You loved this side of Azriel and how open he was with you. There was no image he had to uphold, nor did he have to be intimidating. He was no longer the Spymaster or the intimidating Illyrian that made others shiver in their spots.

Underneath the leathers and the shadows, Azriel was a bit of a softy.

“Is it wrong that I missed my mate?” He asked against your hair as he placed you back down on the ground. You simply kissed him on the lips, curling into him as he kissed you back just as sweetly. If you could you would be drunk off his lips, the soft plumpness of his lips against your own, the feeling of euphoria that you get as he would kiss you over and over, you had enough and not enough at the same time.

“Not at all,” You answered as you pulled away from him, seeing him immediately take your bag off your shoulder before you could protest and he ushered you inside the Townhouse, “I take it you missed me a bit today?”

“I don’t like having a day off without you with me,” Azriel reasoned as he chucked your bag onto the small ottoman that was next to you, “Rhysand must have thought of this as a good way to torture me since you were going at his meetings,”

“Well I am his secretary,” You reminded him as he laced your fingers together while you toed off your shoes to place against the wall next to his boots, “And you made it all day without me, I should give you a gold star,”

“Oh haha,” He joked as your toes were touching the hardwood floor beneath you. Yet once you made contact with his own toes, you hissed from the instant cold you were feeling.

“What’s wrong” he asked suddenly as your eyes shot down at your toes touching below you.

“Your feet are cold!” You said in shock, Azriel chuckled as you moved your toes away from his quickly, “Why are they cold?!”

“I run a bit cooler, you know that,” Azriel said with a grin as he chuckled and rubbed your arms to give you some kind of attempt to warm you up, “Also It didn’t help that I was doing some stretches outside on the terrace since I’m still sore in my backside.”

“And that’s your fault for working out too hard with the new recruits,” You snorted as you both moved into the entranceway of the Townhouse, “But still, we need to warm up your toes and get you relaxed,”

The pair of you made it to the sitting room of the Townhouse, A pair of loveseats that were in front of the fireplace seemed inviting as the magic of the Townhouse came alive with a fresh fire in the fireplace. You tugged off your jacket and guided both you and Azriel to the main loveseat. With a plop, you both were sitting down in relief and the tension in both of your shoulders no longer existed.

“Ah, this is perfect,” Azriel replied as he propped his feet up on the ottoman in front of the fire, the warmth already licking into the small room easily while your head was now on his shoulder, “Did I miss anything from your meeting with Rhysand today?”

“Not allowed to say,” You replied, Azriel raised his eyebrow at you as you giggled and shrugged, “What? Those meetings are private and you know it,”

“You won’t even tell your own mate?” He asked in a mocked tone of hurt. You could only stick your tongue at him and poke his side, feeling him tuck you in with one arm, “I am a bit hurt. But I also know how Rhysand works and what he keeps secret in his own meetings,”

“Thank you for not interrogating me then,” You replied as you propped your own feet on the ottoman. Once again your toes touched, and this time his toes were no longer feeling like icicles as they were moments before. The temperature was up a bit with his skin, you’re sighing in relief as Azriel couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Better?” He asked you playfully as he kissed your hair.

“Way better. Don’t ever let your toes freeze again,” you mildly scolded him, yet you are still keeping your tone light and never mean. Azriel hummed as your legs were tangled comfortably. The sounds of the fire in the fireplace were ringing in the air, the cool air along your skin brought down the heat that was in the room, and most of all being able to be close to Azriel. The mood was perfect, even after a long day with Rhysand and having to deal with several of his meetings with other Court High Lords. You did love your role in the Inner Circle, you wouldn’t trade it for anything. But you would rather enjoy a quiet evening with your mate.

“Never again, my dear,” he hummed as your foreheads touched.

The End.

September Prompt Session

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel x female!reader #fanfiction #writing #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x oc #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #a court of wings and ruin #acomaf

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animemensblog · 1 year

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That didn't happen

Pt.1 - Pt.3

~ Meeting you, pt.2 ~

Summary: the couple of weeks following Y/N's first day went smoothly. They became great friends with Melody, and made quite an impression on Kurapika! Until today when Y/N has a surprise visitor; secrets get revealed, and fear sets in.

Warnings: this is angsty, physical violence, implies sexual assault, comfort at end

You began to wake up to a comforting feeling, a hand gently brushing against your cheek, dragging into your hair, then back down to your neck to repeat itself. A small hum escaped from your lips as your vision was still clouded from sleeping. Your eyes slowly opened to meet Kurapika's delicate face, looking like he was trying to wake up.

Letting out a soft groan, you sit up bumping Kurapika awake

"Hey" he says with a scratchy voice, "sleep well?" He eyed the marks along your cheek made by his lap. You go to cover them but he reaches to stop you, continuing to admire how adorable you look. He doesn't know why he stopped you, it was just happened. 'You met him yesterday, and you're sleeping in his lap?' You thought to yourself, starting to feel odd about it- like you're desperate for attention.

"Yea, I guess so" you spit out. Could you've given a better response? Absolutely but you wanted to be in seperate rooms, the idea he causes you to feel like this by existing is frustrating. So, you waddled out into the hall to find the bathroom.

You'd hope both of you would forget that night happened and how he made you feel warm and safe, yet so vulnerable, all simply caused by his touch.

~weeks later~

Gladly, your hope became reality! That feeling of being driven to each other had dissipated, allowing you 3 to build a strong friendship. No awkwardness or desires to be seen.

Today is pretty tame, the boss didn't want to go anywhere granting you and Kurapika a break. After all, you've both been stuck working non-stop compared to everyone else.

"Y/N! Wait up!" You turn around to find Kurapika waving you down with a smile.

"Hi Kurapika, what's up?"

"I was wondering... if you'd be interested in looking around the city. I have the day off and we could see some things before we leave again." He said it confidently but there was a slight nervous tone at the end.

"I'd love to!! I was thinking about doing so anyways, at least I won't be alone!" You smile, showing off your dimples

He doesn't think you notice but his cheeks started to turn pink. He's a sucker for your lips, smile, essentially everything about your face. He always caught himself being flustered around you.

You two set out to downtown, mostly looking at store fronts and small vendors out in the open. You arrived at a stand with beautiful flowers, you've never seen so much color in one place before.

"Do you like flowers, Y/N?" Kurapika tilts his head at you

"They're definitely my favorite, more specifically rare ones. I've heard there's one that causes you to see the dead! I know it's only a conspiracy but imagine if there is. You could easily visit certain places to find certain people, asking questions to fill in our timelines..." he loves when you ramble, especially when it's something you think is interesting. Plants being one of them, you found joy in learning all about it. He frequently sees you falling asleep with a book in your lap, or staying up late reading on your computer.

"Which one of these do you like best?" He quietly says, "I'd be more than okay getting you some."

"Really? Oh my gosh you're the best!! But it's so hard to choose- I loveeee these deep red ones, they shimmer like they've been freshly rained on. Though these yellow ones smell amazing!" You get overwhelmed, but finally chose the red ones.

"Why did you choose those?" He asks. You love how attentive he is of your hobbies and likes

"The red reminds me of something else that I find really pretty", thats most subtle way to say 'they remind me of your red gorgeous eyes'.

"I see, and what's that something?" He let's out a soft laugh

"Hmmm, that's a secret you'll never pry outta me" you giggle, spiking his curiosity.

"What I'm hearing is there's other secrets I can get from you? Haha, sounds like an intriguing challenge" you begin to respond when a new voice interrupts you

"Trust me, ya never gonna pry anything out of Y/N! That's not how they were raised" the tall man blurted out, you stood there watching him step closer and closer. Kurapika wasn't sure if he should be on the defense, he reaches out to tap you, making you flinch.

Kurapika took that as you're uneasy by the man, he stepped closer to you. "Who are you?" He spits out

"Nice to meet ya, I'm just an old friend of Y/N here" this, in fact, is not a friend at all. Before you gained your abilities or strength, he took advantage of you during a family gathering. Him being a close friend of relatives, and you being you, he was favored and the truth never came out.

"I've known Y/N since before they turned into a tough cookie! Actually so far back, I was there when they learned about their, uh, special attack" he was going to expose you in front of Kurapika, and you couldn't cough up words. "Their mom has this neat trick where she goes into a triggered, hypnotized-like blood lust, she was known for killing a 1/3 of a rural city because of a silly domestic argument about dinner! Killing anyone in their path if I'm honest!" The laugh he let out was sinister, he fully knew what he was doing and you wished he would disappear.

But he continued on, and your mind had no plan stopping him "lil one right here was told she had this ability too, they were actually set off when they were young. Hm, if I recall correctly you freaked at some guy at a park. Killing any authority who arrived to deal with you" he puts his finger underneath your chin bringing your eyes to his, "I saw you giggle at the sight of a man's blood spilling between your fingers, I'm sure the warmth is what caused you to continue ravishing all those people?" You turned your head away with a tears falling. This isn't how you wanted to let Kurapika know.

Kurapika had no words, but it wasn't because of this strangers claims. Its that he was all over you, and you were allowing it. Was he more than a friend? Is he the reason Kurapika can't seem to get closer to you? His mind was everywhere else except the stranger.

Then he saw it

The tears starting to fall, he's only seen you happy. Truly he didn't believe you showed anger or sadness after watching a sad movie the day before, everyone but you cried.

"I think you're done here" Kurapika says loudly, interrupting the conversation. He grabbed your wrist tugging you towards him, and away from the one making you cry.

The man started to walk away, showing no signs of wanting to mess around. Kurapika turned to you, using his right thumb to wiping away your tears. His cold chain barely touching, knocking you from your trance. He started to smirk when he got hit on the head, then thrown to the ground. You stood their once again in shock, watching the man who should've left stomp on Kurapika. Unfortunately the blonde was in too much pain to move.

The attacker spun around to face you, "finally, we're alone" You looked around confused as you see people surrounding the vendor. He quickly picks you up and runs into a small alley nearby. Tossing you into it, you hit the wall smacking your head. Though it doesn't feel like a usual hit, more like something that tickled from your head to toes. Within seconds your vision goes blank, only capable of hearing and smelling.

"Don't look at me like that, I can't help my.. urges, ya know?" You could hear what he was talking but it was muffled, you were entirely focused on the feeling in your legs, arms, back. Every breath you took felt incredibly sensitive. Eyesight still blank, a final tear slips from your eye, dripping down your neck then collarbone. Slowly your vision returns but it's different.. everything is enhanced. You can't speak, let alone move. Until your attacker touches you. Your body unwillingly lunges, taking your knife and stabbing him hard enough to slap him against the wall. Hand still on the handle, you push it deeper. You pull it out, then back in, then out, in, out, in, out. A soft whisper in your left ear guides you out onto the street.

People start to stare, you have blood splatter on you and Kurapika lying on the ground a few feet from you. It looks suspicious. One person starts to approach, about to tap you. Your blade found its way to the person's chest, you twisted it, then looked at the others. Almost telepathically sending a threat. Naturally, they scatter and you catch a few leaving their lifeless bodies behind like they're nothing.

Kurapika gets stepped on snapping him back to earth, he stares at you hunched over someone. He takes a look around to see a people on the ground, 'is this what the guy was talking about?' He thinks to himself, it was difficult for him to grasp in such a short time.

You stand up, turning to face him sitting on the curb. The whisper demands you run at him, so you do until Melody steps out. They manage to calm you enough they have an opportunity to knock you out.

Kurapika sits back down trying to process all that just happened. What he saw you doing, more importantly what you had done.

Nonetheless he stuck by your side as you slept- hoping you'd return to normal when you wake up. After all it's all he can do.

~the next day~

You don't remember waking up, but you find yourself sitting up against the wall in your bed. A glass of water in your hand with Kurapika slightly snoring in the chair next to you. The only memory you have of the incident is the sounds, grunts and cries made by strangers. Innocent people who had nothing to do with your attacker. You feel your heart sink at the thought this happened again.

Cupping your face, you fall backwards onto the pillows. You're disappointed, anxious, sad, but a small part of you felt excited. Your bloodlust was fulfilled after so long. You were mid thought when a soft voice interrupted

"Y/N, are you awake?" Kurapika stands up to hover over your body

'Mhm' you quietly hum while sitting up

You were so nervous you could vomit. How did he react? Is he here only to detain you? What exactly did he see?

"How are you feeling?" He asks while brushing your face with his hand

"Well rested, thank you" it's a tiny whisper, you drop your head in shame. Refusing to make eye contact.

"Good. I thought you wouldn't wake up" he removes his hand, letting it land right next to yours "since you're up, do you mind if I ask you something personal?"

'Oh fuck here it comes', you nod silently wishing you'd die right there

"Who was that guy?"

You jolt up, "what guy?"

"The one from before the incident. Is he a friend, neighbor, enemy.. partner?" He nervously looks away

"Oh. Him. Well he's a close friend of my family, let's just say he isn't pleasant" although concerned this isn't an interrogation about that murderous rampage, you couldn't help but giggle as you have a thought

"My turn. Why are you so interested in my personal life?" Your lips form a small smirk

"No reason", his hands rubbing the back of his neck reminding you of the day you met him. Bringing back that feeling about his chains, and he noticed the way you watched this time. "I'm just worried about you, that's all" he says as he sits on the bed.

You both seem to forgive and forget any awkward inconvenience in order to be okay with one another. Always just wanting to enjoy each other's presence.

Neither of you say anything, continuing to stare at him, and him at you. He fights the urge to hold you, he knows you're upset about what happened. He needed to comfort you but needs to keep refusing to so he doesn't scare you off.

You want him of course, knowing the risks of your bloodlust you're fearful of being with someone. However that doesn't stop you from reaching for Kurapika's hand, gently squeezing it. Dropping your head and starting to sob as everything sets in.

He doesn't hesitate to pull you into his grasp. Cooing in your ear how it's gonna be okay, how it's not your fault this burden was placed on you.

The memory of his touch is one thing you'll never forget

Gonna make a pt.3 with smut, and end this short series🥴👀

#kurapika x reader #hxh kurapika #hxh x reader #light angst

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sappymix1 · 9 months

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i loveeee this set up on him i think the warmer tone of the lights look really good on his skin. i think his lights back in florida are like an icy blue or something, it feels much colder. this is a nice change

yeah it’s so warm and cozy!

#i don’t remember has he ever had colourful lights like sapnap #i like sapnap’s purple a lot too #asks #anon

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feuqueerfire · 3 months

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Love Class 2 Live Blogging

I actually wasn't going to do this, I already watched 3 eps and am in the middle of the 4th one but I guess I have more things to say than expected.

Ep 1 (Jan 26): Got confused by the sheer number of characters and also the pair at the beginning were just friends, not love interests, even though it initially seemed like it was lol

Ep 2 (Jan 26): The second couple is like whatever to me rn and the barely-there glimpse of the third couple is doing nothing for me but I'm sooo curious about the first couple. Lee Hyun mentioned they broke up, so that meant they dated? While the older (I'm assuming by 1-2 years) was tutoring him?

Also, loveeee the register switching like in ep 2 during their first convo, Hyun calling him seonsaengnim and using formal language but then getting frustrated and using yeah! and using informal (which Kim Ahn warns him to watch his tone). and also deiciding to go from ssnim to hyung on his own accord lol

Ep 3 (Jan 26): Bro I'm really into Lee Hyun and Kim Ahn fr.

Also, I didn't realize there were after-credit scenes, thought it was a preview for the next episode but it's actually Lee Hyun and Kim Ahn's original story! They really were tutor/student (even though Lee Hyun was like how can you be my tutor we're barely apart in age lol) but awooga love the umm dubious and illicit nature of the relationship (helped along by the fact that they're apparently barely apart in age since Lee Hyun is prlly 17-ish at the time while Kim Ahn's maybe 19? idk exact but if he left 2 years ago and now Lee Hyun is a freshman, Lee Hyun's age makes sense but dunno about Kim Ahn's)

The friendship between Maru-Minwu-Hyun is cute and how they're all affectionate toward Hyun despite him not being like part of their love interest romantic pair. like Minwu at the beginning of the show being cutesy with Hyun enough that I and others thoughts they were the couple and also Maru just crashing at Hyun's and sleeping in same bed w/o it becoming weird.

The reddit posts and the MDL comments make it seem as though most people preferred 2nd or 3rd couple over main couple, so I'm a bit apprehensive that they become weird or off-kilter as the show goes on?? I hope not because they're the only pair I care about rn (though I've warmed up to Maru and Minwu a bit more)

Ep 4 (Jan 26): The third couple is kinda funny but also irritating.

Why did Minwu just call Maru a slut in a mean way?

Bro who is this dude? Is he the one who jumped off the roof? And is following around Kim Ahn?

Bro what is wrong with Minwu fr? I can't believe Maru forgave him so easily already + even said he'll forgive even in the future because they're best friends. Now, Minwu is kissing a drunk, sleeping Maru? girl get it together

Ep 5 (Jan 26): plss the TA and older student slept together???

Oh yeah also this Marriage and Family class is so funny, it's really basically just going on dates with your partner lmfao The class in Bon Appetit was similar right? is this fr a class?

Ep 6 (Jan 26): plsss this girl apparently having a streak of liking gay guys. fell for another one this time: Minwu

this awkward friendship assignment T.T and Maru mentioning the rooftop, why didn't Hyun tell him beforehand! and the girl coming in with jagi

But also, we didn't get Hyun and Ahn sleeping at Hyun's place?

Oh, so Ahn and the friend-non-friend-stalker grew up together at an orphanage, mans is def doing some shaaaady stuff to earn money (actually I thought maybe he's a drug dealer or a pimp but maybe he himself is a sex worker), Ahn tried to make a move on the guy and I'm assuming that's after he and Hyun broke up but idk could be before since it seems like he's in first year uni?

The TA watching the student + his friend who likes gay guys on the swings and getting jealous and then preparing so hard when meeting him next lmao and it ending up really being for modelling for art students lmaoo yknow I'm getting into this couple more

oh, so it seems like Ahn confessed to his weird hyung -> hyung said no -> Ahn and Hyun aren't quite dating yet but hyung does see them hug. so I'm wondering if Ahn and Hyun will indeed actually date since time is tight? maybe they do for a week before Ahn disappears lol

Funny that in the on-air r/boyslove thread for ep 5+6, they keep mentioning the boom mic that wasn't edited out but I didn't notice at all lol

Ep 7 (Jan 26): Hyun getting called both a grown-up and a baby by Ahn hehe

Also love that usually Hyun's using formal but will slip in some banmal here and there, esp when repeating something he already said formally (last ep in front of Ahn's house: gayo -> ga. here hajima-yo and then hajima)

So did Hyun and Ahn actually date before or what? or did Hyun confess? because when Ahn shakes of Hyun's touching, it seems like familiarity from dating + shaking away because of breakup. but now Hyun's acting like he wants Ahn to not see him as a baby, but didn't he already see him as grown if they dated?

Not Maru following Sara and Minwu lol

okayyy Maru also finding the prof's extreme attention for the students strange, esp in a uni setting

Ep 8 (Jan 26): lol Maru's all this thinking and no thinking methods have made him finally decide to kiss Minwu. Although funny to do that while Minwu is supposed to have a gf. Loudass kissing sounds fr, had to mute rip been a while since I had to do that

Bro what is this fucking jackass Hyung up to fr like okay he indeed worked at a host club but under Kim Ahn's name + seduced Ahn's prof as well using his name like what... Idk how this is gonna get wrapped up in a satisfying way, so I wish it wasn't there at all

In certain cases, I feel like such intense relationships with terrible dynamics would have me eating it up but I don't care at all about Kim Ahn and this hyung's relationship unfortunately.

So is this the end of the hyung stalking whatever?

long frozen kiss between Ahn and Hyun but I forgive it lol

heh Maru beating up Minwu bc of the fake dating Sara behind the scene of Sara and the other guy (not Sungmin) talking loll

does Ahn mean sex also when he says they’ve already done everything?

hehe i think i saw this tiktok of hyun already knowing maru and minwu are dating

i def saw a tiktok of drunk hyun talking about how ahn is his bf

Ep 9 (Jan 27):

oh, so sex isn't included in the "we've done everything"

awooga, Hyun and Ahn are cute to meee

pls what's going on, coupling up Sara and the shit-but-reformed manager, the professor that Sungmin has beef w bc he thought he and Juhyuk had smth going on (but is his uncle) with another student or smth

plsss most anticlimactic funny confession scene for Juhyuk and Sungmin

From how people spoke about Ahn and Hyun's relationship, it sounded like they had 1 kiss in ep 10 and it was really bad but they have had like 2 close-lipped kisses and 1 hinting at sex (even though it wasn't shown at all). I find them fine tbh

I binged 8 eps yesterday but dunno why I'm kinda bored of ep 9, I've watched just this much over like 6 hours, just a couple mins at a time

hate the sound of kissing so bad

Obedient Juhyuk, oh okay :)

"I'll be a good boy" Juhyuk, oh okay O.O

Juhyuk and Sungmin scene is good I think but I'm skipping/typing this instead of watching lol

pls drunk Juhyuk funny as hell what's gong on

Ep 10 (Jan 27): There's something about this show where it feels like the cuts of the scenes should be faster? Or they should end sooner? Or conversations should happen faster?

Oh lol they teacher couple didn't know the other 2 couples were dating and those 2 couples didn't know the teacher couple was? lol

Did Sungmin whisper something sex related to Juhyuk? What's with that reaction

pls not the kissing photo, I did see the start of the tiktok of this scene but I don't think I fully watched it, I remember the hand grasp and maybe some clapping? Anyway, awkward because everything public is awkward for me but good for them ig

Overall:

I liked the main couple: a younger, insistent pursuer to an older, reluctant hyung who was also his tutor when the younger was in high school. I didn't find them to be boring or to be ruined because of the frozen kisses. I do wish the random stalker, weird hyung wasn't haunting them for so long though because the premise of this couple is so good. Also, Lee Hyun's face reminded me of NCT Chenle + TXT Yeonjun - he's an idol too BAE173 or smth.

I came around to the second and third couple even though if the show was longer or deeper, I might not have (ie. the random Minwu calling Maru a slut negatively and the miscommunication of Sungmin and Juhyuk might've been more offputting if they got more screentime or we didn't swiftly move on).

I was bored by the last 2 eps though, so ehhh

Rating: 6/10 - I think I've gotten kinder because it maybe should be 5.5?

#ep by ep commentary #love class 2

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[Read] Linus Baker ~End

Let's begin with how I've turned into waterworks by the time I read the last 50 pages. I couldn't stop. The House in the Cerulean Sea is wonderful and endearing, and I love my parents Linus and Arthur and cool auntie Zoe ajsdgAJSGDASJDSDGF

I felt like it's so wonderfully built, the characters, the world it lives, the story itself and how it unfold. The contrasting lives of the very mundane and dull life Linus once had when he got a taste of his true home by the ocean he never even saw before, the sunlight that beams, the loud kids with slightly eccentric nature, and ofc LOVEEEE aaughh

I'm too tired and I can't think of what to write. I teared up a lot HAHAHA so I'll sleep and write what I thought later. But for now. Sal's poem... Talia holding Linus' hands for the adventure... Lucy referring to Sal as his brother... Theodore giving a peek of his hoards of treasures... Phee and her bush daisy... Arthur's secret... Lucy being tucked in his bed before Linus left... Zoe's frustation before the train depart... Linus' wake up call... Arthur's "stay".... And again, Sal's poem but this time spoken loud by Linus. THERE'S A LOT OF WATERWORKS... THEY'RE SO PRECIOUS TO ME NOW... EXACTLY... FOUND FAMILY TROPE... AUGHSHHSHSHDHH

I need to sleep now...

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I WILL WRITE MORE OF MY THOUGHTS TOMMOROW

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Edit. 2 days later.

I haven't wrote my thoughts last tommorow. Oh. Okay, ahem,

My thoughts about this book is that it's really wholesome and fluffy as a whole. It's hopeful and the tone as a whole is incredibly cute most of the times. And mostly that is because of the kids, Linus' slowly coming out of his shell and how they interacts with one another. It touches a lot about differences, about prejudices, morals and about family (or lack-thereof). Treading lightly in delicate issue such as abuse and putting light on it with gentle lights.

I was going to say that I thought since there's like, 6 kids, not everyone is given the same amount of spotlight and character arcs. I felt like for some like Phee, Chauncey and Theodore. They can feel like a little bit one-dimensional, though then again, it's a portrayal of children and I'm not supposed to think too much over it. I liked Sal's arc, the repeating usage of his soft voice and poetry and the presence his poem the first time he said it and the last time Linus' proclaimed in his speech, which is absolutely chilling to the heart both of the times. I liked Talia's presence, being the first kid to meet Linus and dare I say I felt like he's closest to her the most. Her clinging to Linus' hands, and being round buddies (as she said) is very warm. And of course, Lucy. It surprised me that although in the story he was made to be this, like, super dangerous kid, I felt like he's not... The center of it, with Linus, at least. (I felt that with Sal, actually). But still I felt he's well portrayed, and I grew fond of him the most. The commander for the adventure journey, fear of the spiders in his mind, standing up for Sal and calling him his brother.

I don't know what else to say. I feel full and satiated. It's a journey, alright?

The ending is the cutest, I swear. Adoption, becoming fathers... What else do I need to say. I... There's a bit of me that felt a bit irked, since... Well, about the thing with Linus wanting to help the kids, etc. But ended up quitting his job on the spot the moment he got the news that Extremely Upper Managament approved his recommendations. The Orphanage isn't going to be closed down. Things like, what happens, then? I forgave it, because I don't think the story needs more complications and angst but I don't... I'm just nitpicking a bit.

I am now craving for more fantasy-ish story. I think Mr. Klune did really well with his worlds and words. Under the Whispering Door Next? ;)

#readingrams #the house in the cerulean sea

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helloooooo! Hope you're in good health :) Could you possibly do something with mdzs characters where the reader is like "I hate you" and they go "you know you love me" Thanks! I love your blog~

hewwo!

thank you for your wishes, i send the same warmth right back to you; i’m so glad that you’ve been enjoying the blog, thank you for reading

and most definitely; i love best friend vibes

･ﾟ:* ＼(★^∀^★)／*:･ﾟ

“i hate you...”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Wei Wuxian

“no, no you don’t, you loveeee me,” Wei Wuxian has the audacity to sing song

and you breathe out a long sigh through your nose, praying to some higher being to give you strength

because as much as Wei Wuxian was your best friend

sometimes,

you couldn’t deal with him,

“i told you that i’d let you borrow a few pieces of paper for the talisman, not the entire stack of it!!” you tell him, loudly

“but look look y/n, look at all of these designs that i finally got to try out,”

and you groan out an angry huff before stomping out of his little cave back to the openness of the Burial Mounds

maybe it was the dark energy storming up around here, but the more you looked at him the angrier you got

though before you can step back out to the main grounds you feel his weigh on you from behind, arms wrapping your shoulders

you’re stopped in your tracks as Wei Wuxian’s warm weight leans against your back

“you love me, don’t you?” Wei Wuxian asks, gently

his tone is something between playfulness, curiosity and...something

you don’t need me to love you, you can’t help but think as you remember white blue cloud robes

“sure,” you reply and shoulder out of his grasp as you leave the cave

he’ll take it as he will

Jiang Cheng

at your words, Jiang Cheng huffs out a small little breathy huff before turning around and following you as you stomp off,

the wood of the pier creaks and thumps with each step that you stomp away back to your room, but half way there

you feel a hand grab your waist, spin you around in the middle of the board walk

you’re turned face to face his eyes locking on you, long hair gently swaying with the motion of turning you

his arms locked around your waist in a tight, comfortable, embrace

“you know you love me,” Jiang Cheng says, confidently (lovingly)

“unfortunately,” you reply, because even though you were annoyed with him for getting yet another puppy (without asking you first!) you can’t ever hold a grudge with him for too long

Jiang Cheng gives you that small, lip-only smile that he’s good at before leaning for a kiss

though you lean back, placing two fingers on his puckered lips when he leans in

“no more puppies,” you tell him, leveling your eyebrow

“there’s never enough puppies,” Jiang Cheng answers against your fingers and you can feel your annoyance come back,

“Jiang Cheng,” you groan out

he smiles at you widely, one hand of his coming up to move your hand away as he swoops in close to you

“alright, i promise,” Jiang Cheng agrees before swooping in for his long awaited kiss

Xue Yang

after you huff out that line, Xue Yang simply laughs at you

he shakes the blood off of his sword turning to get a better glimpse at your annoyed profile

you have many faces that he likes

but he thinks he is most fond of the current one you’re wearing now,

mid-pout, lower lip jutted out, the smallest wrinkle in the middle of your furrowed eyebrows

“c’mon, y/n, you love me,” he quibs and in one quick motion you turn to level your sword at him, annoyed

even with your blade at his neck, Xue Yang trusts (knows) well that you wouldn’t cut him

“when it’s my kill, don’t butt in,” you scold him, only to watch Xue Yang shrug under your blade

“can’t help it if you’re slow, baby” Xue Yang replies and you really feel the urge to nick a nice little slice at his neck

but you hold yourself back, drawing your sword angrily to your side

because between the both of you, someone had to be merciful

you sheathe your sword before crossing your arms across your chest, turning away from him

the air is quiet around you both

in the stillness of the dead fierce corpses, Xue Yang wraps an arm around your shoulder, laying it there as you face is still turned away from him

“wouldn’t want you to get any blood on that pretty face of yours,” Xue Yang says and you huff out an annoyed breath at him

you don’t know how many times you have to remind him that you were a cultivator that was just as capable as he was

and anger rears in your head enough for you to turn and glare at him

but when you meet his eyes, between the spark of mischief,

you’re surprised to see just the smallest,

tiniest, bit

of care

Xiao Xingchen

“but... you love me,”

Xingchen had responded to your clumsy tease so genuinely, earnestly

you see his mild surprise when you turn to look at him, eyes scared that you might actually not like him anymore

from that you resolve to not direct the word hate to him ever again, even if you didn’t mean it

“aw, Xingchen,” you coax him, dampening your own hot headed anger to explain to him,

because even though you were angry (annoyed, really) it wasn’t enough to use the word hate in the way that he had always heard it

“i do love you, it’s just... sometimes i don’t like some of the things you do,” you tell him gently, but honestly

Xingchen hums at you, looks down at your hands holding his and then back up to you,

“i don’t hate you Xingchen, i never could,” you reassure moving your small hands to his forearms to get closer to him,

Xingchen looks at you for a moment longer,

and in his hesitance you step into his open arms, wrapping yourself around his waist

“i love you more each and every day, that’s why i hate it when you do things by yourself. so tell me, when you need help, okay?”

you feel Xingchen let out a gentle kind of breath at the top of your head,

feel the small apology when his arms wrap around you in return

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 3 years

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Hello dear it’s Loli 🥺🥺🥺 could I request some bath sex with Sabo and female reader? Thanks a lot for the sabotonin boost 🥰🥰🥰 I loveeee your writing 💕

A/N: hey baby girl! Oh yes honey a dose of Sabotonin coming up! Thank you <3 babes <3

Sabo x Fem Reader: Bath Sex

You were on your knees inside the bath tub your chest pressed against the porcelain frame hands gripping the edge using it for support . The water coming out of the tub hearing the splashing as the water hit the floor with a mix of bubbles and suds. " S...Sabo we're making a.... ohh shit." unable to get a proper sentence out the feeling of euphoria was all your were thinking about.. Feeling his engored cock hitting your sweet spot every single time. It was supposed to be a simple bath together.... but Sabo had other plans as he seen your naked frame step into the tub.

"Its fine we will have to be careful when getting out but...Tell me doesn't this feel good." you could hear a cockiness in his low tone voice. You could imaging a smirk on his face as he was thrusting into your throbbing little cunt. Sabo watched his cock continuously go in and out of you the pleasurable moans coming from you, as you kept saying his name over and over. Driving him over the edge he was flexing his jaw feeling himself getting worked up. "Fuck." he let a low grunt out. His hand sliding up your back he reached the back of your head his hand getting tangle your hair he grasped a handful. His other hand slipping around your neck lightly chocking you as he lift your up from the edge of the tub. Hearing the sound of the skin clapping together. "Yeah that right baby girl take it all in." Sabo said next to your ear. Shutting your eyes tightly letting out a whimpered. The building sensation of your climax was coming. Sabo could feel it too as you began gripping around his cock "cum for me baby girl."

"Yes yes y...SABO" feeling your climaxing hitting your strong you gripped onto the tub edge your mind becoming cloudy.

He continuously thrusted as he was chasing his own climax his hands gripping tighter feeling more pressure around your neck and your back of your head. He did one deep thrust feeling his warm seed filling you deep inside. Trying to catch his breath as he was coming down from his high "We would bath together more often." his voice was a bit raspy. Turning your head slightly to see his face next to you. Sabo pressing a kiss on your lips.

#sabo #one piece #sabo one piece #op sabo #sabo x reader #one piece x reader insert #one piece reader insert #one piece x reader #thatbadbruja #valerieswriting

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The Sociopath’s Son

Fandom: BBC Sherlock Pairing: Sherlock Holmes & Son!Reader Summary: What was Sherlock like a father? Well, something you wouldn’t expect Word Count: 1,104 Request: @coffeebvster “hullo! first of all, i LOVEEEE your works so much. second, can i request a sherlock × son!reader? you can make it anything you want, it's up to you. thanks a lot before <3 “

You and your dad were somewhat opposite to each other.

When you had first met John, he was expecting a carbon copy of Sherlock just younger. But, he was pleasantly surprised that you weren’t that similar. Sure, you were insanely smart and your deduction skills were almost polished, Sherlock was very pleased to hear. But, you like to store useless facts just to piss your dad off when something basic comes up.

You enjoyed sports a lot more, unlike Sherlock, in fact, you were heavily invested in your school football team, playing striker and vice captain of your high school team. Yes, you excelled in school, but you never really cared for science as much as your dad. You enjoyed chemistry, but you would prefer music, physical education and art.

You played the violin like your dad, but you played the drums as well to be loud in the apartment and have your dad storm into your room telling you to tone it down whilst he thinks as you grin at him spitefully.

And it’s not like you do it because you hated your dad, in fact, you adored your dad.

Sherlock was a lot different to you, his son, compared to any other company. In fact, you were one of the few people, two, that he would show emotions to. It was a side that John found a bit unsettling from him. Sherlock would do anything to support whatever you wanted, whilst he had a lack of that from his parents, he wanted to show it to you.

Sherlock was just delighted that you got his brain and you were eager to learn, though a bit disappointed if you turned down any chance to visit a crime scene. Though, both you and him know that Lestrade would never allow a teenager on the scene.

Sometimes, you wonder how much you could push your dad.

“Hey, dad?”

“Yes?”

“Can I buy a dress?”

“Sure, nothing too expensive,” Sherlock says giving you some money as you say your thanks.

Sherlock doesn’t know whether you bought a dress or not, it wasn’t much of his concern really, it was your life and he wasn’t going to stop you. You never really told him what you did with that said money, whether you did buy a dress or not, it was only you who knew.

Sherlock tried to understand your hobbies, such as dungeons and dragons, you and him had a lengthy day about you explaining what it was, but sometimes he would just really couldn’t get the grasp of the concept.

“I think it’s pointless.”

“I know,” You responded, used to the reaction of most of your hobbies, “But, it’s fun and keeps me entertained for hours.”

“Well, I guess if you’re happy, then so be it.”

You would always beam at your father’s constant need to be trying his hardest. He would always ask you if you need anything for said hobbies. You would explain things you watch on Netflix, anime, YouTube and any other streaming servers. John would explain what merch is to him and Sherlock would try to look up shows you watch.

He even asked to join you to watch one of your favourite shows, under one of your request that wouldn’t loudly say that they’re dumb. He got hooked on one of your favourite shows, and you started to tease him about it.

At least, Sherlock thinks, you’re easy to buy for birthdays and Christmases. Sherlock is a great dad in your opinion and you share that opinion with a handful of people. John agrees, it warms his heart. Mycroft agrees too, your uncle always praises Sherlock for being a spectacular father.

Mrs Hudson finds it endearing, really she does, and she likes the thought that you are probably the only person that can control your father. Your father is less likely to go off the railings, he wouldn’t do something that could risk his life, because the thought of you becoming an orphan hurts him too much.

Sherlock would never touch drugs again.

And he’s explicitly said to you that you’ll be in deep trouble if you’re going to participate in any form of illegal drugs, of course reassuring you that he would try his best to help you get out of the habit after his lengthy lecture if he found out.

Lestrade likes this side to Sherlock when he first found out, even stood up for the sociopath when Donavan and Anderson tried to pick on him for having a “freak” son. Unfortunately, Lestrade had to stop him from creating a crime scene on top of a crime scene.

Sherlock is a great dad.

You wouldn’t want any other father than him.

It has always been you and your dad, your mother was out of the picture fairly quickly. You arrived at your father’s guardianship when you were still a few months. Your dad taught you all the basics; walking, talking, potty. You’d never believe that Sherlock was overjoyed to be a father.

Mycroft had to drop in a few times to see if Sherlock was sure to keep you and if you were still alive. Still, Mycroft has copies of Sherlock’s videos of your first word (it wasn’t murder as Mycroft expected, in fact, it was dada - which warmed the ice man’s heart.)

It’s always been you and your dad, he was there to teach you how to ride a bike (he had to search up on youtube and ring Mycroft on how to teach you that), Sherlock taught you how to swim before giving up and sending you to swimming lessons. He was there for every injury, he was there to calm you down when you failed a test saying there’s always next time. He was there when you asked him dating advice, but he was a bit awkward and didn’t really give you a definite answer.

To this day, you still wonder what your dad was trying to this day because all you heard was gibberish. He was there for your first heartbreak as well. It’s always been you and your dad against the world.

“Love you, dad.”

Sherlock looks at you, softly smiling at you as you lean against the back of the sofa, your chin resting on the back of your hands which rested against the backrest. You stare at him with big eyes, something he’s very fond of as you grew up to be a fine young man.

“Love you too, son.”

“DID YA HEAR THAT UNCLE JOHN? DAD SAID HE LOVES ME AND GENUINELY MEANS IT.”

Sherlock rolls his eyes, every time.

#bbc sherlock #sherlock imagine #sherlock holmes x male reader #sherlock bbc imagine #x male reader #platonic

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thehalfbloodedwitch · 2 years

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cookie dough- do you prefer jewel tones or earth tones? (so, do you like cool toned colors more or warm, earthy colors more)

I loveeee jewel tones!! (Cool toned colors) it's just something with me and cool/dark colors I just love them!

Ice cream flavored asks!!

#my beeloved #bee my wife 💍#nix responds #nix's moots 💕#ask games!

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browntrait · 2 years

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I associate u withPurple tones, warm tones, glitter and gloss!✨💛

oooooooo i loveeee these concepts, now im a lil inspired 👀

#lipgloss top ten fave things in the world tbh #ily thank u #replies

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gothicwidowsworld · 4 years

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Justice League

They tell you they love you

Bruce Wayne

“Bruce please hurry up the guests are due to arrive any minute!” Y/N called securing her earring. Scurrying down the hallway the y/h/c woman almost ran into Bruce's familiar assistant. “Don’t worry Alfred, I can handle it.” Y/N reassured the older man who looked like he was about to have kittens time keeping had never been one of Bruce's strong suits. Storming into their shared bedroom Y/N tutted her y/e/c orbs falling on the figure of the famous Bruce Wayne fighting with an unmade bow tie. “Take your time Bruce it’s not like we’ve been planning this gala for months.” Y/N smiled teasingly. Huffing the male smacked the loose strip of fabric “Do I even need this?” Nodding the female bit her red painted lips her y/s/c hands making fast work of the offending item. “There. Wasn’t that hard was it?” Y/N asked rhetorically before taking her leave. “You know I love you right?” Bruce called smirking at the large oak door. Popping her head around the doorway Y/N laughed “I know. Now hurry up I believe some people are waiting for Mr. Wayne to make a grand entrance.”

Arthur Curry

“Here you go Tom.” Y/N smiled softly, passing the older man a mug of coffee. The early morning sun causing a warm glow to fill the kitchen. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a girl make me breakfast in such a fancy getup.” Tom teased referring to the well loved flannel that currently hung off the girl. Sighing playfully Y/N flipped a pancake “I see where Arthur got his smooth talking from.” Heavy footsteps broke the pair from their conversation “Morning sleepy head” Y/N greeted placing a plate and some cutlery at the tall man's designated seat. “Rough night?” Thomas Curry interrogated his son knowing Arthur had spent the night doing what he did best saving the people the ocean nearly claimed. Scowling at his father Arthur sat down stuffing his face with the homemade food. Truth be told recently the Curry family had been eating like kings rather than living off microwave meals and Y/N was to thank for that. “I’ll leave you kids to it.” Thomas nodded awkwardly heading to the pier like he did every morning. “You shouldn't be so mean to him.” Y/N frowned, clearing the recently evacuated seat scolding the tan man. Smiling Arthur attempted to pull out the puppy dog eyes knowing it was one of the girl's weaknesses. “Oh no don’t try and play innocent with me!” Y/N giggled, slapping away his hands that where currently trying to grab her waist. Squealing the y/h/c woman lost the fight rolling her y/e/c orbs as Arthur wrapped his arms around her. “You love me though right?” Arthur whispered in her ear. Shrugging Y/N debated aloud teasing the male “I don’t know do I?”. Silence fell over the pair nothing but the sound of the ocean waves filling the lighthouse. “Well I certainly love you.” Arthur admitted cringing at the soppy emotion that currently plagued him.

Clark Kent

“I love you” Clark mumbled the dark battlefield ruining the moment but it was now or never. Laughing awkwardly Y/N held the weakened Krypton native her y/e/c eyes running over the makeshift war zone. “That’s sweet and all but maybe now’s not the best time for that.” The woman argued the rain beating down, making her y/h/c darker. “No Y/N you don’t understand I love you.” This time his tone urgent breaking the female's attention from a giant currently trying to end the world in an attempt to kill Superman. Confused Y/N whipped her head to the fellow superhero her face falling when she caught his gaze on the glowing green spear. “No Clark you can’t!!” Stumbling to his feet the man winced as he picked up the kryptonite tipped weapon. “I have too, it's my duty.” Clark insisted moving to face the girl who now had tears streaming down her face but he didn't mention it. Y/N could kick ass alien or not. “What about your duty to me?” Y/N questioned her y/s/c hand clutching at his blue suit. Shaking his head Clark saw a cloud of green filling the sky if there was anytime to act it was now. Pulling away Clark flew off trying to block out the girl's screams.

Barry Allen

Barry Allen may live life in the fast lane but there was nothing he enjoyed for then staying up late playing video games with Y/N L/N. “THAT’S CHEATING!!” the y/h/c girl screech failing to serve out of the flailing limb Barry had sent as an attempted distraction. “What my leg was going numb?” the dark haired male started innocently a chuckle erupting from his plump lips. “You're such a loser Barry Allen.” Y/N mumbled taking a swig of her Pepsi before violently pressing the yellow Y to exchange her weapon and shoot an prowling enemy. “Maybe I'm an idiot who loves you.” Barry whispered a red tint filling his cheeks thank god the pair like to play in the dark to limit distractions. Pausing the game Y/N froze. “What?” the girl asked silently applauding herself that she didn’t stutter and make the room more awkward. “Huh? Nothing. I didn’t say anything.” Barry argued the pathetic excuse tumbling from his lips. Putting down her controller Y/N shook her head violently. “No! No you definitely said you loved me!” Shrugging the male muttered something to myself. “Okay… maybe I did.” Running a hand through his messy noir locks the teen frowned “But I can't help it. Your prefect. You like pizza and video games.” Turning to face the girl Barry held her hand shyly. “That and you’re not embarrassed to be seen with me!” Barry revealed. “I get it if you never want to see me again.” Barry hummed almost sinking into the sofa, the red blush now a dull pink that still burnt like the midsummer sun. “What? Barry no. Your sweet, I was just surprised.” Y/N insisted slowly inching her way closer to the dark introvert.

Diana Prince

Diana never thought she’d feel love again after Steve but the summer of 1977 surprised her. It was the Summer she met Y/N L/N, a girl more innocent than her 1945 self. “Diana tell you’ve at least heard this one?” Y/N asked bouncing on the balls of her feet something that should have been impossible in platforms but it was a quirk that the Amazonian had grown to love. Smiling the brunette shook her head flicking through some of the records in the boxes in front of her. Record hunting had become a weekend event for the pair; some of the stalls that lined the River Seine were complete treasure troves. Hanging her mouth open Y/N gasped her y/s/c hand hovering over her chest in mock disbelief. “Y/N I love you you’re going to catch flies!” Diana smirked her red nails running over the spines of vinyls. “Right that’s it we’re going home right now and I will force you to listen to the amazing masterpiece that is ABBA!!” Y/N squealed quickly palming off a euro to the poor startled man and running off the tan female in tow. Even when they were in public and people mistook them for best friends Diana loved when they reached their small apartment and could finally shut the world out and be what they truly were… Lovers.

Victor Stone

“Ah come on just tell her!” Barry yelled, currently bothering Victor like a bratty toddler just begging for attention. Scowling Victor looked up, his fingers paused hovering over the keyboard “Do you want to say that any louder!” Smirking Barry zoomed over to the fellow youngster “Just tell Y/N you loveeee her!” Barry teased in a sing-song tone noticing his friend's uncomfortable behaviour. “No Allen just leave it!” Victor growled his teeth gritted. Frowning at his friend's sudden change in volume Barry turned only to discover the reason Y/N Wayne. “Hi guys” the young girl smiled waving awkwardly honestly considering her father was a well known suave millionaire Y/N unfortunately didn't inherit her Father's confident nature. “Oh by the way Vic… your mic was on.” At that point Victor was glad he was mainly mechanical parts so the y/h/c girl couldn’t tell how much he’d be blushing and stuttering at that moment. “I like you too. Um do you want to go to the movies with me. They’re reshowing Hitchcock movies all month.” Brushing a strand of y/h/c locks an awkward silence filled the room. Well other than Barry muttering something about ��I told you so’ or ‘Call me cupid.’

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Every single one of your 74 and 86 end sadly and I am not here for it!!! I want a part four please, with some type of happy ending, please, please, please!! I’ll name my first born after you💕 (also I loveeee this story)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

When Richie had agreed to come celebrate Eddie’s birthday it was out of guilt.

The group hadn’t been the same since his and Eddie’s fallout, lines now being drawn between the seven of them. Richie rarely ever spent time with Beverly now, her Ben always walking Eddie to and from school leaving no room for the trashmouth to sneak in quality time with his used-to-be closed friend. So instead he stayed close to Stan who stayed close to Mike who stayed close to Bill. Richie was the definition of a fourth wheel and even though the three of them did their best to keep their relationship from interfering with the time they spent with Richie-there was no way around the fact that when they were together Richie was the odd man out.

So it was easier to be alone, which he preferred more and more now a days. When Beverly had shown up one night explaining that Eddie’s birthday was coming up-which Richie already knew-and that he was expected to attend their traditional party he had first opted to bow out. That hadn’t gone over well and Beverly used every guilt trip in the book to get him to agree to attend-and to behave as well.

The gift decision however, was done out of utter desperation.

Richie had bought the damn thing on a whim, watching Eddie fawn over the music box caused him to spend every cent he had collected mowing lawns just to get it out of that antique store. It taunted him after the fallout, sitting on his nightstand and staring at him each and every time he tried to forget the guilt he carried. It was a reminder that he had broken Eddie, that he had rejected him in the worst way possible and that in life there was no going back.

Stan had suggested that he talk to Eddie but every time Richie tried it was like his voice was stolen, his throat clenching and heart stopping. It was almost impossible to catch Eddie alone-between Beverly, Ben and that fucking Rick guy-and when he did Eddie would turn away and leave. Richie decided to deserve this but knew that if he was going to make it through the party with his sanity intact he would have to give talking one last, honest try.

Que the Eddie’s birthday, the music box and that horribly awkward interaction. Eddie hadn’t even reacted to him, staring blankly as Richie tried to get him to accept the wrapped present. When he finally gave up and shoved it onto Eddie’s desk-retreating to the safety of his seat right after-Eddie ran out of class.

Now here he was sitting in the hay inside of Mike’s barn listening to the other Losers badger Ben about where Eddie was. At first they had just figured that he had gone to spend some time with Rick-that assumption left a slimy lining in Richie’s stomach-but as time crawled on things got more and more out of hand.

“Okay but where is he! It’s his party for God’s sake.” Bill said, pulling down some minor decorations that had been left from Stan’s birthday-four months ago. “Eddie wouldn’t just ditch us for Rick would he?”

“No, he wouldn’t.” Mike assured, soothing his boyfriend with a gentle hand on his back. “I went to talk to him after third period but he wasn’t there. Betty Ripson told me that he had ran out of class, I guess he never came back.”

“You share first period with him Richie, what in the hell happened?”

Stan’s question caught him off guard and the balloon he had been busying himself with slipped, letting out a long whine as it shot across the room-exhaling Richie’s breath. “I don’t know, he just left.” He defended, the image of Eddie gathering his things and bolting from class still fresh in his brain. “Ran right out.”

“Did you call home?” Beverly asked Ben, making Richie perk up a bit. “Did your mom say anything?”

“No, mom hasn’t seen him since this morning.” Ben answered with a shrug,

“I’m sorry, hold up.” Richie sputtered out, “Why would your mom know where he was?”

Beverly and Ben looked at one another, sharing a silent conversation before sighing and turning back to a very confused group of friends. “Eddie’s been living with me for the past month or so. Sonia kicked him out.”

Richie was on his feet then, “What the fuck?”

“What happened?” Stan asked, “And why didn’t anyone tell us! Why wouldn’t you of-”

“Eddie didn’t want to bother you guys with it.” Beverly interjected, “He said that it wasn’t a big deal.”

“Uh, it is a very big deal.” Bill shot back.

“We know.” Beverly replied defensively. “That’s what we said but shit has been all fucked up lately and it was obvious you guys picked Richie’s side so-”

“We didn’t pick any side.” Stan shot right back. “The Losers don’t have sides.”

“Bullshit.” She nipped, rolling her eyes and puffing out her cheeks in frustration. “Let’s all just be honest here, okay? Ever since that little fiasco between Eddie and Richie things have been falling apart, and you know what? You guys have been keeping things from us too so don’t act so high and mighty over there Stanley.”

Even Stan’s face went white he still managed to speak, “We haven’t been keeping anything from you.”

“Oh no? So you, Bill and Mike aren’t dating?” The three of them went silent under Beverly’s burning gaze and the tension was pulled taught. Crossing her arms along her chest she finished with a cold, “That’s what I thought.”

“We were going to tell you,” Mike started, frowning, “it’s just-well-it’s just-”

“It’s fine.” Ben said, cooling the flame that Beverly had started. “Like Bev said, things have been messed up lately. We were hoping this party help relieve some of the pressure but obviously it’s just making things worse.” Everyone became silent then and Richie wanted to just scream. All of this was his fault, and it gnawed at his skin like an angry monster leaving nasty gashes along his body.

Just when everything seemed lost a voice called them all back, “What’s going on?”

Six eyes shot to Eddie who stood at the entrance, his face twisted in confusion. It was enough to break the trance, and Beverly was on him in an instant. “Eddie! The birthday boy is here!”

“What took you so long?” Bill poked fun, although his question was a little jaded. “You’re two hours late!”

“Sorry.” Eddie defended, pulling himself out of Beverly’s hug only go be engulfed by Mike. “I went back home for some clothes.”

Ben shook his head, “Wh-but I called mom and she said-”

“No, I went back to get my stuff from my moms.” Eddie said, “Took a while but I won’t have to borrow your clothes anymore.”

“Oh shit.” Beverly gasped, “How did that go.”

“About as well as you would think.” Eddie laughed, it was hollow and cold and Richie saw though it instantly but the others apparently bought it because the party moved forward with that explanation. Drinks were served and the fire was lit and for just a few moments it was like the Losers were back to how they were supposed to be. Friends talked like they hadn’t talked in months, Mike joked and Ben laughed, Beverly argued and Stan rolled his eyes, Eddie even talked to Bill about his mom as if he hadn’t been left alone to die. It was perfect.

Except it was all fake.

Richie watched them, sitting back and letting things unfold. Every now and then he would catch a glimpse of the real Eddie, his face falling and eyes darkening in between conversations. It was like his mask was slipping and the only person who cared enough to notice was the only other person who wore one themselves. Eventually the Losers got drunk on the cheap beer, and things began to get sloppy. The only two that were still of sound mind was Eddie and the trashmouth who had been nursing the same beer the entire night.

With Mike leading Stan towards where Bill already lay inside of the barn Richie decided he couldn’t take it any longer and went to sit beside Eddie. Eddie immediately stiffened, keeping the conversation he was having with Ben going as long as he could before Beverly came to steal him away. Once Ben was gone Eddie stood and Richie caught him by the hand, sending a spark right to his chest. “Eddie wait, please.”

Eddie pulled his hand away and Richie almost whined. “What is it Richie?” He asked in a flat tone.

Swallowing the lump in his throat he replied, “I wanted to talk to you.”

“I-” Eddie started, looking back to where their friends were inside of the barn and shaking his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“It won’t be but a minute.” Richie whispered, his chest collapsing in on him. “I promise.”

Eddie shook his head and his face fell. “Promises mean nothing to me nowadays.”

“Eds-”

“Sorry.” Eddie said quickly, as if realizing his mask had been pulled back without his permission and Richie had seen his beaten and battered face. “No right, wh-what do you want to talk about?”

“You don’t have to do that with me.” Richie said softly, the flames light dancing along Eddie’s tanned skin painting him with it’s warm tones. He was just as beautiful as he had been that night, the night he had laid his heart on the floor so that Richie could stomp on it.

“Do what?”

“Pretend.” Richie answered, nearly crumbling under the weight of it all. Eddie must have seen himself in Richie’s gaze because he sat back down into the folding chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose and muttering under his breath. “I wanted to tell you I was sorry.”

“For what?” Eddie asked, eyeing him.

Richie shrugged, “For what happened with your mom, for you feeling like you had to keep the secret from all of us, for breaking your heart, take your pick.”

Eddie scanned his face, obviously looking for some sign of humor or inconsistency but Richie knew there was none and Eddie pursed his lips. “None of those things are your fault.”

“We both know that is bullshit.” Richie said, sucking in his bottom lip to keep the blubbering to a minimum. “Let’s not kid ourselves.”

“Well, even if I tell you it’s okay does that help anything?” When Richie didn’t answer Eddie nodded, “Exactly so why are you apologizing? Can’t we just go back to pretending that we can tolerate being in the same room?”

“I don’t want to pretend anymore.” Richie said honestly, letting out the breath he didn’t know that he had been holding. “I’m tired of trying to be something I’m not.”

Eddie looked like he was about to cry, his nostrils flaring and lip trembling. “That’s fair I guess.” He sniffled and Richie’s heart ached, “I’ll keep away then, I can talk to Ben and Bev and figure out a way that we can keep our hangouts separate so that you don’t have to-”

“No that’s not what I meant.” Richie defended, shaking his head, “Eddie I don’t want to have separate hangouts or whatever. I think you misunderstood-” He noticed that Eddie had started to weep silently beside him, his tears falling onto his collar where they lay untouched. “No Eds, don’t cry-please don’t-”

“I’m sorry.” Eddie choked out, wiping his eyes. “I didn’t mean to-things have just so horrible lately and I just-I’m sorry.”

Richie moved from his chair and knelt in front of his friend, unable to keep away any longer he placed a reassuring hand on top of the smaller boys knees. Eddie didn’t even put up a fight, it seemed that the fire that Richie had admired about him had been put out weeks ago, now it seemed that what was left was a confused and broken boy unable to keep the tears in. “Alright, come on now if you keep crying then I’m gonna start to cry and you know I’m an ugly crier Eds, no one wants to see that.”

With a sniffle Eddie nodded, sitting up straighter in his chair and sucking in the snot that had began to descend from his nose. “God how could I forget, you look weird and pathetic when you cry.”

“Okay ouch,” Richie laughed, “That’s a low blow.”

Eddie laughed, the noise honest and pure as it rang in Richie’s ears. This made the trashmouth smile, his hands still on Eddie’s knees and Richie couldn’t bring himself to back away. It felt so right being this close, this entangled and Richie wished it could be always like this. “Eddie, I need to tell you that I-”

His words stopped as Eddie pushed his hands off of his knees, making him gape up in surprise. As Eddie stood Richie was forced to stand as well, a feeling of fear washing over him. “I should go, I don’t want to cause another fiasco because I can’t control myself.”

“Eds, no wait-”

“This has been great-well not not really great but uh-yeah.”

Eddie was leaving and Richie felt panic hit him full force. “Hey, no I’m not done talking and-”

“It’s fine Richie we are good.” Eddie lied, the lines on his face slowly forming his mask again. “I’m sorry I blubbered but it is my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to or-whatever the song says.”

“Eddie-”

“It’s fine.”

“Eddie I lied when I said I wasn’t a faggot.” Richie blurted, his confession lifting the hundred pound weight that had been on his chest. “I-I lied to you.”

“Y-You lied?” Eddie repeated, stopping in his tracks.

Richie nodded, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?”

“Yes.”

“You lied and you are sorry.”

“Is there an echo in here?” Richie joked, biting his bottom lip.

He waited patiently for Eddie’s implosion, for the yelling and cursing, for the accusations and slurs but it never came and instead Eddie let out soft and harmonious “Huh.”

“That’s it?” He asked, shocked by the lack of response. The ground should be shaking with fury, the earth opening up to swallow Richie up whole and burn him in hellfire. None of that happened of course because at the end of the day Richie was still Richie. Loud, crass-laughable Richie and that was just that.

“Alright then.” Eddie muttered, turning heel to leave once again.

“What no comeback? No nothing?”

Eddie stopped again, only this time he didn’t turn as he said coldly, “What are you wanting here Richie? Are you wanting me to jump into your arms and praise you for telling the truth? Or maybe grovel at your feet for admitting you are indeed a faggot like myself?”

“No.” Richie felt his stomach drop, “But I expected more? Relief, maybe? Anger definitely.”

“I don’t have anything for you.”

“Eds.”

“No.” Eddie cut sharply, “No, you know what just stop with the Eds. I’m so sick and tired of you calling me that like you don’t know it doesn’t fucking hurt.”

“But I-” There was a pause, a small one inside of him as the damn holding the truth broke. “I love you.”

“Is that right?” Eddie asked, his tone almost mocking in cadence. “Richie Tozier has decided that he loves me! Oh, call the presses! I’m the luckiest guy alive.”

“Why are you being like this?” Richie choked out, his self preservation tethering on the edge of agony. He moved so that he could see Eddie, trudging in front of him with a mixture of desperation and devastation. “You’re being mean.”

“Mean?” Eddie repeated, actually sounding shocked. His face twisted in what could only be described as pain as he nearly exploded with emotion, “You ruined me Richie, absolutely ruined me! Just because you had some kind of aphenemy does not fix anything! All it does is make me feel about a thousand times worse!”

The earth stood still then, the starless sky hanging above them, the only light coming from the dying fire that sizzled some feet away. With hearts hanging on a thin line Richie looked at his best friend, the love of his short pathetic life and felt absolutely broken. Eddie had never been fragile-contrary to Sonia’s beliefs-but it seemed that Richie had managed to shatter his very being.

“I shouted at my mom because of you, I called her a bitch because of you, I got kicked out of my house because of you! If not for Beverly’s pity I would be homeless! God, I gave you everything, did everything to get you to love me back and finally when I’m beginning to get my shit together you give me that god damn music box and tell me ‘oh just kidding I am a fucking faggot’.” His breathing was ragged and strained, his words begging for attention as they spilled from his lips. “So yeah, congratulations you won. You, Richie Tozier have won.”

They stood there staring at each other for an eternity, tears blurring Richie’s vision as he tried to see things from the other side. Finally Richie took a step forward, feeling a sudden puff of confidence hidden in his tears. “Eddie Kaspbrak, I fucking love you.” Eddie let out a long sigh but Richie was not detoured, “I loved you when we met and you told me I was gross and dirty. I loved you when you pushed me down into the mud for making fun of your fanny pack. I loved you when I tackled you in the barrens and you stopped talking to me for a week. I loved you when you punched Henry Bowers in the face for calling me a fairy and I fucking loved you when you laughed as he was breaking your arm.That night, when you told me you loved me back my father replied, not me. I have always loved you, and will always love you even if you turn me away and we never talk again but you deserve to know the truth so this is the truth.”

“I can never make up for what I did to you. I know this but that doesn’t mean I won’t try every goddamn day.” With a deep intake of air he allowed his heart roll in between them, ready for Eddie’s scuffed up Nike’s. “I, Richard Wentworth Tozier am gay and I’m in love with you, Edward Frank Kaspbrak.”

Eddie was crying but Richie wasn’t sure if it was from happiness or not so he did the most daring thing he could think of and stepped in close, brushing his lips against Eddie’s barely grazing the forbidden flesh. Eddie’s hands flew to his chest and Richie leaned in, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist and diving in. It was a short kiss, but enough to taste the tears on Eddie’s skin, leaving his own lips salty and warm. “Eddie, I love you.” Richie whispered, leaning his forehead against Eddie’s. “I’m so sorry.”

“I-I love you too, you fucking idiot.”

Things weren’t fixed in that moment, not at all but Richie felt better than he had in months, setting free the love that had always been trapped inside. They would talk, discuss all the pain and agony that had been experienced between them but that was for another time, another place. For now they cried in each others arms as Eddie’s birthday bleed into the next day.

Life, it seemed, could indeed get better.

#it #requested #prompt #reddie #it's been forever #sorry man #hope it was worth the wait

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