#REDDIE MORNING ROUTINE ?????

[sunshinereddie]

it's a cold and rainy day over here so imagining richie and eddie together on a cold rainy morning. they wake up and neither of them want to get about of bed because the sun isn't even up yet and it's cold but it's so warm under the covers. richie tries to convince eddie that they don't really need to go to work, and eddie almost falls for it, but not quite, and reluctantly escapes richie's embrace- though he immediately puts on one of richie's hoodies because that's a pretty close feeling to a richie hug. while eddie's getting himself ready richie makes his way downstairs and gets coffee and breakfast started for them, finishing up just as eddie enters the kitchen- still wearing richie's hoodie over his work clothes. eddie walks up behind him and wraps his arms around richie's waist and watches him scramble some eggs and listen to the sounds of coffee brewing and rain pattering against the windows. eddie then pours coffee for himself while richie plates their food, and they sit beside each other as opposed to opposite each other at the kitchen table, because eddie is still a little sleepy and likes to lean against richie's shoulder and richie likes holding eddie's hand because eddie's hands are always so cold in the morning, and sure eddie could heat them up by wrapping his hands around his hot mug of coffee, but they both prefer do it with the good old fashioned hand-holding method. eddie cleans the dishes while richie gets dressed, and then they both suit up in their raincoats and eddie makes sure that richie is wearing enough layers and zips his jacket up all the way and richie grabs both of their umbrellas, and then they're off.

[nilolol30]

Your last one shot, is so cool! Kinda curious if you can make a prequel of it?

Sorry this took a bit ^^

You know those old TV movies about teens sneaking out and climbing out the window? They never show how damn difficult it is to do that the frame was digging into your skin as you slid out trying to keep as quiet as possible to not wake up your brother.

You'd think Macaque knowing you would have to sneak out he would teach you stealth first but unfortunately you were proven wrong on your first day of training.

But you put your complaints aside when you managed to climb down the metal stairs of the fire escape and walk out though the small ally it's extremely early in the morning still dark then a purple face appears in your shadow.

Then you fall through a portal your feet landing on the wooden floor boards Macaque always gives a small heads up when he does this since you gave him a ears full when he scared the soul out of you.

"Had fun crawling out of windows kiddo?" Macaque chuckled leaning on a wall with a half eaten mango you rolled your eyes of course he was watching "Couldn't you just portal me from my room?"

"I could but I don't think you'd like to break the news to your bro if he catches you sneaking through the window you can just say your sneaking to a secret partners place or just going out" well Macaque has a point.

"Now stop talking and get to stretching kid" and so the lesson begins Macaque guiding you with stretching and after he throws you your weapon a nearly exact replica of Macaques obviously not made of shadows.

"Alright where gonna be working on blocking today I'll attack you and you focus on only blocking it" you glance at your weapon then at Macaque with a brow raised.

"So you're just going to smack me around till I fall over?" Macaque laughed summoning his own weapon "Pretty much how c'mon reddy yourself cuz I'm only holding back a little"

31

31 times you've either been hit or fell on the floor.

THUNK

Make that 32 you sat up from the floor rubbing the back of your head groaning at the feeling of the back of your head pulsing Macaque vanishing his own staff and offered a hand to help you up.

You take it "well you did a little better than I thought we are gonna have to work on your balance and awareness" Macaque pulls you up to your feet and ruffled your hair.

"Yeah..." You sighed and fixed your hair Macaque pats your shoulder "But hey you're getting better! At least way better than when you started now put your staff on the weapon rack I got a little homework for you to do" You whined walking over to the weapons rack he always gives you 'homework' to do but it's just studying different fighting stances.

Macaque hands you a book "Read that but I also want you to get in the routine of stretching even if you don't plan on going out or fighting it helps by a mile okay" you turned the book to read the back of it a little and yep same homework as usual.

"Huh okay" Macaque looks at you with a brow raised "And I'll know if you have been or haven't so don't think you can lie got it" you rolled your eyes and nodded.

You once lied saying you did practice an exercise at home but Macaque immediately knew you didn't and made you do laps around the entire city.

"Alright then get some sleep kiddo" Macaque opened a portal under your feet and you feel through again but this time he teleported you right Infront of your window...jerk.

[dutchannanas]

Episode 5 SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS

Ahhhhh I just love Loopy and Haon so much 🥹🥹❤️❤️

The real battle begins... This is going to be tough

The second beat, beat 11, is such a Loopy beat but Yunha was so cool!

Wait it was Loopy's plan to take out most rappers? I had a gut feeling because why else would he go first? Loopy is strong but Yunha was stronger.

I think Yunha will eliminate a lot of rappers.

Huh?

This is too hard. These rappers are too good. I'll just shut up, sit back, watch & relax.

I didn't know who Nosun was but now I do. After he lost to Reddy, I paused the episode to follow him on Instagram.

WHAT IS THIS MELODY? Wow I have a crush on this beat lmao. Anywa, I don't doubt Khan's abilities but this beat and Reddy are a match made in heaven.

Reddy vs Kim Gahyeon. She did okay but she lacked energy. She played too safe.

Reddy let's gooooo~ I just realised I have no idea who is in Loopy's team, I was too focused on him 🤦🏻‍♀️ I'm starting to think Haon's team is going to win this Block Match. Yes, Reddy won again!

Reddy vs Yukon... Oh Yukon, that was it? I blinked and his performance was over.

Raf Sandou won? Reddy was too strong, they just had to nerf him 😌

OH NOW THIS IS WHAT I LIKE. Oh my god Bbulkup forgot his lyrics 😭

Alright Haon let's go!!!

HAON WHAT ARE YOU DOOOOOIIIIIIING

I'm so nervous it's not funny

I can't believe Haon lost. If I was a smoker, this would be a good moment to take a smoke break...

Raf Sandou showed another strong performance! I don't know who James Ahn is but he was amazing! I wonder if he went to Harvard 🤔

Okay okay okay last battle let's go! Now I really want to know in what field he got his master's degree. Wow I don't know who's going to win.

Congratulations to Block 2!

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

Oh shiiiiit

Death match time 😧

Man I love Haon. I think if my leader didn't discuss this and suddenly my name got called out, I'd be so pissed.

ACAPELLA RAP? THIS SHOW IS CRAZY

I want to give Haon a hug 😔🫂

Okay so the 6 with most votes, win, the other 6 go home.

THEY ARE ALREADY VOTING?

AAAAAAAhhhhhhh this show is not good for my heart

Yo I'm actually loving acapella rap. They should implement that more often.

Even in death match there's a tie 😭💀 Hash Swan and Bizzy??? This is too much

Ahw everyone from Block 3 survived 🥹 I want to give Haon another hug 😔👊🏻

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That was HALF OF THIS EPISODE. If I could, I would smoke a cigarette now. So now what?

Replace leaders & recruit rappers!

I wonder what Kaogaii is going to do... Is he and Geegooin create a whole new team?

Oh! I didn't expect Khundi Panda to be interested in recruiting Owen. Hmm yeah, Owen can do multiple styles.

Hahaha this shit is so funny

Ahh next morning. I like these cute moments where they just follow their own morning routine together.

Block 7.. it must be frustrating for Tray B and Polodared, I wish them well in Block 1.

I wonder what will happen to Block 8. They want to recruit Loopy...? Maybe I should ask Loopy to marry me. Both things won't happen. So nothing changed 💀

This whole thing with Mckdaddy and Kaogaii feels like I'm watching a kdrama lol they're dragging it out as if he's cheating on Khundi Panda 😭😂

Block 5 is fucked

Ahww Haon did well as a leader, but it looks like that position is too much for him.

Block 8 changed their leader from Gamma to Hippie Khunda. I think she'll do well^^

Oh shiiiit is Block 5 going to fall apart?? Wait wait wait, I understand the plan to "drop off and rescue later" but if Block 7 is full, then there's no space for Luci Gang? Hmm risky..

WAIT THE SHOW JUST ANNOUNCED RECRUIT AND REPLACE TIME IS OVER?

This show might just be worse than Squid Game

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New Block Match!

Block Tournament. Wowww so many eliminations will come from this :0

Yeah Block 5 is FUCKED

Oh at least they can decide which Blocks go against each other in the first rounds. This will be interesting~

Starting off with Block 1 vs Block 4. I think the rest of the tournament will be shown in the next episode.

Wow that was fantastic! I have no idea who is going to win. I think Since Punchnello BoiB and SkyMinyuk worked well together but it seems like JTong stole the show.

Next is Block 3 vs Block 2 but that will be shown in the next episode. Ahh it's finally over~

[reddie-ao3feed]

lets fast forward to 300 takeout coffees later

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/sVJIwXh by eddiekaspbrakirlsblog Eddie Kaspbrak is a sucker for routine. Always has been since he was a kid. He liked his routine, he liked his job, he liked his day to day. Most of all, he liked the coffee shop he stopped by every morning without fail. The coffee was good, slightly pricey, but they were a small business so Eddie felt like he was doing some good. He’d never admit it, but there was another reason he continued to return to that particular shop. One of the baristas. The counter was usually handled by one barista, a girl specifically, redhead. There were two other baristas, unfortunately the one Eddie particularly liked was hardly ever at the counter when Eddie was in there. However, upon walking into the cafe one morning as Fleetwood Mac’s ‘You Make Loving Fun’ filtered through the speakers. There he was. Behind the till. Eddie felt his hands become clammy. The guy, Richie, Eddie knew from his name badge was tall and broad, dark hair and dark eyes. Eddie swallowed and approached the counter.   OR reddie coffee shop au Words: 2983, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh Additional Tags: Coffee Shop, You can’t beat the classics, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier is a Little Shit, Richie Tozier Flirts, big time, Richie Tozier is Whipped, Barista Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak is Bad at Feelings, Eddie Kaspbrak is a Tease, Eddie Kaspbrak Has a Crush, Beverly Marsh is a Good Friend, Beverly Marsh Knows Everything, Beverly Marsh & Richie Tozier Are Best Friends, Beverly Marsh Loves Ben Hanscom, background benverly btw, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Song: Is It Over Now? (Taylor Swift), Fleetwood Mac References, Song references read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/sVJIwXh

[vajiraoreddyias]

How to Start UPSC Preparation in Delhi with Hostel Facility

Starting your UPSC preparation in Delhi is a great choice, especially with the right coaching institute and hostel facility. If you’re planning to begin this journey and need a good accommodation setup, here’s a guide to help you get started:

1. Select the Right Coaching Institute

One of the most important steps in your UPSC preparation is choosing a reputable coaching institute. Vajirao and Reddy Institute is one of the oldest and most trusted names in the field of UPSC preparation, established in 1989. With decades of experience, they have consistently helped aspirants achieve top ranks. Their experienced faculty, structured curriculum, and proven track record make them a reliable choice.

2. Opt for a Coaching Institute with Hostel Facility

Many coaching institutes, like Vajirao and Reddy Institute, offer hostel facilities near their centers. These hostels are ideal for outstation students, providing a comfortable and focused environment for study. When selecting a hostel, check for essential amenities like cleanliness, study areas, Wi-Fi, and meal provisions. Being close to the coaching institute can save you time and help you concentrate better on your studies.

3. Location Advantage

The location of your coaching and hostel is important for convenience. Areas like Shakti Nagar are close to well-known coaching centers and offer plenty of hostel options. Staying in such locations reduces commute time and allows you to focus more on your preparation. Make sure the hostel is within walking distance or a short commute to your coaching center.

4. Budget and Affordability

Budget plays a significant role when moving to a city like Delhi for UPSC preparation. Hostel fees in central areas near coaching institutes can range from ₹10,000 to ₹20,000 per month, depending on the amenities. Vajirao and Reddy Institute offers affordable hostel options that ensure a conducive environment for study without straining your finances.

5. Create a Strong Study Plan

Once you’re settled in your hostel, it's important to establish a study plan. The structured guidance from Vajirao and Reddy Institute will help, but self-discipline is key. Create a daily routine that includes regular study hours, revision, and breaks to ensure maximum retention and avoid burnout.

6. Utilize the Peer Environment

Hostels near coaching centers are usually filled with UPSC aspirants who share the same goals and challenges. Engaging with your peers can be highly beneficial, as group studies, discussions, and sharing of notes can enhance your learning experience. Be proactive in creating a study-friendly atmosphere in your hostel.

7. Stay Healthy and Balanced

UPSC preparation is intense, so it's important to maintain your physical and mental well-being. Choose a hostel that provides nutritious meals, clean living conditions, and a peaceful environment. Engage in light exercise or morning walks to keep your energy levels high and reduce stress.

8. Regular Mock Tests and Feedback

A major part of UPSC preparation involves taking mock tests to assess your progress. Vajirao and Reddy Institute offers regular mock tests and performance evaluations that can help you understand your strengths and areas of improvement. Make the most of these tests to track your progress and adjust your study strategies.

9. Minimize Distractions

Staying in a hostel means you need to manage your time effectively. Avoid unnecessary distractions, whether it's social gatherings or excessive time on social media. Stay focused on your goal and make the most of the resources provided by your coaching institute and hostel environment.

By following these steps and choosing the right coaching institute, like Vajirao and Reddy Institute, along with a suitable hostel, you can start your UPSC preparation in Delhi with confidence. Stay disciplined, use the guidance from experienced faculty, and immerse yourself in a study-focused environment to achieve your goal of cracking the UPSC exam.

[vajiraoandreddyiasinstitute52]

How to Prepare for UPSC Exam While Working

The balance of a full-time job and UPSC Exam preparation is not easy yet, it's a challenge that many aspirants have succeeded in conquering. If you're preparing to take the UPSC Exam while working, the secret lies in time management, strategic studying strategies, and utilizing the appropriate tools.

1. Time Management: The Secret Weapon

The biggest difficulty to getting ready for UPSC Exam while working is making time for studying. Here's how you can improve your schedule for the day:

Create a daily Routine Plan a schedule that is based on your working hours. Mornings that are early or late at night are ideal for focused studying sessions.

Maximize Weekends: Weekends are crucial. Utilize them to study larger parts of the syllabus, such as reviewing and taking mock test.

Take advantage of the breaks in your day to have short review sessions. Even a few minutes can be a significant amount of time over the course of a day.

2. Leverage Smart Resources

The preparation for the UPSC Exam during your work wants that you are careful when it comes to the study materials. Instead of shifting on a variety of books, concentrate on a handful of reliable resources:

NCERTs: Begin by reading NCERT books for an superb foundation in all topics.

Basic Reference Books Use the standard reference books to get in-depth coverage.

Online Courses: You can enroll in online courses at the Vajirao & Reddy IAS Coaching in Delhi that provides a comprehensive overview with detailed lectures. This systematic approach will assist you in managing your preparation in the midst of a busy job.

3. Consistency is Key

Consistency is the foundation of successful preparation for the UPSC Exam while working. Even if you only take a couple of hours per day, it is important to maintain an ongoing progress.

Keep Motivated: It's very easy to become demotivated, especially when you're trying to manage work and studies. Always remind yourself of your goals as well as the larger overall picture.

Join a community: Connect with other students who are also studying for the UPSC Exam and working. Forums, study groups, online and mentorship programs are a great way to help and motivate you.

4. Prioritize the Syllabus

In a short amount of time available, it's crucial to prioritize your course and focus on those areas that can yield the greatest positive results:

General Studies: Start with static subjects like History, Polity, and Geography. They are fundamental and do not change, which makes them more easy to cover in a systematic manner.

Current Affairs: Stay current with the current news of the day by reading reputable newspapers such as The Hindu or Indian Express. Alternately, you can utilize monthly compilations to concentrate on the most current information.

Optional Subject: Select an option that matches with your interests, or has overlaps the subject of General Studies, as this could help you save time and energy.

5. Practice Answer Writing and Mock Tests

Answer written and mock tests are important in UPSC preparation, particularly for the Mains test.

Everyday Answer Write-up: Set aside at least 30 minutes a day to write your answer. It can be done during lunch breaks or even after work. Make sure to write simple, brief responses.

Weekly Mock Tests: Make use of weekends to practice for practice tests. These tests can help you determine your level of preparation and increase your ability to manage your time.

6. Prioritize Your Health

In the process of preparing for UPSC Exam while working, it is important to not neglect your health. A healthy food plan and daily workout and adequate rest are vital for maintaining physical and mental health. Breaks during studying can help you reenergize your mind.

Making preparations for the UPSC Exam when you are working can be a challenge but it's not impossible. If you manage your time efficiently by prioritizing your syllabus and using smart resources such as the Vajirao and Reddy IAS Institute General Studies courses will help you achieve your UPSC objectives without having to sacrifice your commitments to work. If you are determined, have a strategic plan and a constant effort the success you desire is within attainment.

A good online IAS coaching can provide many benefits which can significantly aid how you prepare for IAS exam. The accessibility and flexibility offered by online platform, paired with individualized learning experiences, skilled faculty, extensive study material as well as regular tests as well as a helpful study community makes these platforms a great source for those aspiring to take the exam. If you're thinking of going online, Vajirao and Reddy Institute are the best option. They blend the elements to assist students throughout your IAS journey.

[sohannabarberaesque]

So just picture ...

Kwicky Koala just relaxing on the beach with some already-prepared Coola cooler and a couple packets of Arnott's Shapes....

Honey and Sis doing an all-night shortwave worldcast from the middle of one of Minnesota's World-Renowned and Far-Famed Ten Thousand Lakes, concluding when they discover fog emerging on the water at sunrise....

Amateur Night at some second-rate bar with The Bungle Brothers introducing the entries and also trying to pull off some of their routines most stale and dated in the process....

Peter Potamus, somewhere in Polynesia Uncharted, having twin girls as his romantic interest for the night, followed by their leading a sunrise dive session in the lagoon just offshore....

Reddy (as in Ruff and Reddy) actually finding Chopper (Yakky Doodle's faithful protector) to be a close cousin, and the whole making a rather special day of it....

The Banana Splits having quite the night of romance and lovemaking galore (thankfully, not involving those Sour Grapes Girls), only to get up for the day around 8:30 in the morning....

Consider these as Fanfic Prompts, if you will. How you choose to develop them is yours and yours alone.

[ednaeflowers]

this is not how she wanted him to find her: curled up underneath the blankets of her new bed, her eyes horribly sore and red, and the sleeves of her hoodie being left in dreadful tear-stained condition. it has been like this ever since she first arrived in this house: the sheets feel different, and the walls have different wallpaper, and the furniture is all different, and the windows. the windows were normally small and showed a view of the oak tree just outside the apartment complex if the curtains were pried apart, and beyond that would be the sidewalk leading to her school, and there'd sometimes be dried leaves sprawled all over the asphalt for her to crunch with her shoes if she's bored— 

and that's all gone now. it's all gone just like how onii-chan is gone.

she'd gotten the notice herself today, actually: the phone call received at 8 in the morning, a deep, manly, but apologetic voice telling her that 'the body was retrieved at the crack of dawn about a week ago and finally confirmed dead about twelve hours ago,' then everything else became a blur until reddy found her during the usual 5:30 time in the early evening. given the suddeness of the news, her barks held less bite this time, but she tried to continue on normally, as it is usual routine between them, but each time, reddy still remained patient; unmoving, anchored, as stationary as the tall, sturdy lighthouses onii-chan sometimes showed her from the oceanography books he'd read for fun. it annoyed her.

edna doesn't quite know how to describe their relationship. they aren't like her and meebo from school: meebo has the same long-suffering patience as reddy does while sitting through most of her shenanigans—but meebo is easier to talk with, and she hasn't exactly shown reddy the same non-hostile willingness yet. it was just weird to her, really. she and meebo are classmates, so it makes sense to talk with him. she pesters meebo all the time for homework answers, and pilfers his pens from his pencil case whenever he isn't looking, and occasionally swipes something random from his bentō during lunch before rubbing it in his face as he complains. reddy, though. she has no affiliation with him. he's just 'that one overstressed old man who likes feeding the alley cat on his way home,' or whatever analogy of an alley cat that exists. edna wouldn't know. all she knows is that reddy offers her things like one would to an alley cat. edna likes cats. she doesn't like reddy.

he should, realistically, have nothing to do with her: he's married and has a son much younger than her and a busy job, as she had unwillingly learned from all of his unnecessary chitchat. she has no parents or relatives or a brother anymore, but he still somehow comes by at 5:30pm; suggests that she lives with him instead. it makes edna wonder if he's a masochist because he sure seems to act like one. she has seen him weary and tired, like he needs a really good shoulder massage, and thinks he should go to a retirement home already rather than dealing with her. he should leave her alone and go back to his wife and son, who are both waiting for him to come home. they're the ones who actually need him. he should take his sympathy and swallow it up like a fruit pit. he should vanish from her life just like how onii-chan vanished.

but no. instead, reddy takes her in; into his house, into his life, into his family's life. this room they're in right now, her new bedroom, is something that belongs to them. she should, realistically, not be here. she is not one of them, after all. it was always just her and onii-chan. there is no '𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺' in the equation. ( there is no '𝘬𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘴' in this equation. same with '𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢' and '𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘥,' and even '𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦.' ) even though she very reluctantly accepted his offer to be here, she still shouldn't belong here. she needs a roof over her head, and food, and a nice pillow—but this place is not home. how can it be home when it doesn't feel like home despite her belongings being moved in already? she reasons to herself that she can at least accept the hospitality because she feels guilty to impose on reddy's wife whom edna's never met before until a few hours ago.

when most of her things had been properly moved in and arranged, that had been when reddy and anna decided to leave her alone. that made sense to her, because it's late and people should be sleeping at this time anyway—but sometimes when you're in a brand new bedroom, lying in a brand new bed, having learned within the same day that your older brother died in the military, edna thinks there is nothing else one can do but cry, so she cries. she's wrapped in the brand new blanket and is crying. she's a quiet crier: she's always been proud of that, still is—but tonight, she sniffles a little because there's a gap in her heart now, and it's a big, enormous, irreplaceable gap that's in the unmistakable shape of onii-chan.

she doesn't remember when reddy came back in the room. doesn't he know that you should leave a girl alone when she's crying? it irks her so much: how he tells her these things so easily, how he talks like he knows what she's going through, how he talks like he wants to understand her. he talks about his mother, the things he loves about her. edna tries to do the same: tries to think of onii-chan greeting her each morning with a smile as he pats her head, how he lets her have the bigger half of whatever he's eating, how he lets her have the tv remote when she wants to watch her cartoons even though he's still watching something else, how he labels the salt and sugar containers specifically for her—all the trivial, little things that meant everything to her. it makes her eyes feel hot, and she is frustrated at herself for letting reddy see her like this. how did he even know she was crying anyway? stalker, she halfheartedly accuses.

she's so angry. angry, angry, angryangryangry— angry at him for knowing what to say. onii-chan may be gone now, but life still continues on. tomorrow, she still has to get out of bed. tomorrow, it'll be another day. ❛  all right, i get it already. i'm not going to mourn forever,  ❜ she grumbles, hoarsely. eloquence is not possible for edna when she's emotional. she also does not shake off his hand either. that makes him rather special, she supposes, because she doesn't even let meebo touch her. or anyone, really, other than onii-chan. but reddy is not eizen, and she's pretty sure the two can't be reconciled anyway, but she'd rather eat a pair of eyeballs than to call him anything synonymous to '𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘶-𝘴𝘢𝘯,' or '𝘥𝘢𝘥,' or even '𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳,' and definitely not '𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘢.' she'll be his daughter starting tomorrow, and that's already haunting news. it makes her grimace in disgust as she rubs at her eyes again. ❛  i'll be better by morning.  ❜ she'll get up at dawn, lock herself in the bathroom to clean her face, and—

❛  and this—  ❜ she warns darkly, gesturing a finger vaguely between them, and knows that her threat isn't exactly convincing with her red eyes and wet cheeks and disheveled hair, ❛  —is only a one-time thing. got it, reddy? you do not tell anyone.  ❜ he'll probably tell anna, though. oh well. she grumpily wriggles and turns until she lies on her other side, her back facing him to hide her face, then curls into the blanket. sniffling again, she demands, ❛  and close the door when you leave,  ❜ as she buries her face into her pillow. edna only planned to cry now, then clean up her face before breakfast, her first official breakfast here. it's impolite and uncouth to eat breakfast while looking like a raccoon's nest, after all.

˗ˏˋ plotted starter for @ednaeflowers *˖ ☆

❝ kiddo—edna  i—  ❞  but  he  catches  the  rest  of  his  words  they  spill  onto  the  air  as  oral  tradition.  kratos’  days  had  been as  clockwork  long  ago:  wake  up ,  eat  breakfast ,  carry  lloyd  to  primary  school ,  work ,  leave  work ,  meet  his  wife  to  pick lloyd  up , and  home.  it  was  a  cycle  always  kept  on  rinse  and repeat,  that  was  until  that  one  faithful  day,  until  his  route  wasn’t  so  new  day ,  same  shit  any  longer.  the  one  day  he  had  to  stay  late  with  yuan  to  finish  up  the  last  bits  of  a  presentation  that  was  going  to  have  cruxis  (  the  founder  and  pinnacle  standard  of  all  things  magitechnology  ):  that  he  had  first  saw her ,  a  girl  that  always  seemed  more  half-wild  and  half-hallowed  than  a  mere  high  schooler.  it  had  started  as  all  things,  with  small  acts  not  meant  to  amount  too  much:  a  few  extra  sandwiches  from  work  here  and  an  old  jacket  or  pair  of  jeans  of  anna's  there.  that  was  in  the  beginning  though  and  kratos  aurion  was  far  beyond  the  beginning.  now, but  he  could  recall  it  ever  so  bittersweetly.  as  how  then  his  5:30pms  had  been  spent  actively  seeking  the  misplaced  girlhood  out  whenever  he  could.  she  was  always  so  shy  and  skittish ,  yet  also  forlorn  (  a  thousand  yard  stare  filled  with  a million  ghost  eyes  ):  but,  that  was  then  and  this  is  now.  like  genesis  it  started  like  so,  but  not  as  forbidden,  but  still  forcibly  as  pulling  teeth.  she  was  snarky  with  massively  spit  fired  tongue  and  quick  witted  enough  to  put  yuan  to  great  shame.  yet,  underneath  kratos  knows,  had  seen  it  all  too  well:  that  she  was  just  a  very  sad  and  very  alone  little  girl.

so ,  of  course  he  begun  gathering  information  here  and  there (  what  was  the  point  in  being  a  high  ranking  member  of  cruxis  if  he  couldn’t  pull  a  few  strings?  ):  but  she ,  now  known  as  edna ,  pulled  and  tugged  and  resisted  as  prey  trapped  inside  a  hunger  hunters  eyes.  for  naught  but  a  moment ,  ephemeral  and  still  closely  guarded ,  the  hollowness  and  snark  within  her  seemed  to  disperse  and  she  seemed  to  be  so  much  more  earthbound ,  so  much  more  grounded  in  an assumption  (  of  remembering  how  it  felt  to  be  loved  and  cared  for  ):  had  she  had  let  go  of  her  walls ,  let the  name  of  her  only  living  family  slip  (  how  she  waited  and  waited  and  kept  every  letter  as  it  was  her  own  living  gospel ,  as  her  own  written  alter  of  worship  ):  how  the  name of  eizen tied  with  his  military  branch  and  deployment  unit  had  connected  far  too  easily ,  how  shattered  the  lingering  fragments  of  a  girl  whom  now  was  lost  amongst  the  pieces  laid  before  his  feet  and  kratos ,  even  with  his  love  by  his  side ,  wasn’t  sure  what  to  do.

but  what  else  was  kratos  nor  anna  meant  to  do?  it  was  the  eve  of  nine  months  of  …  somewhat  knowing  her  and  kratos  did  what  he  could ,  what  he  was  allowed  to  do  (  a  combination  of  what  he  thought  was  best ,  therapist  advice , and  what  edna  gave  within  arms  reach  ):  but  wasn’t  this  the  purpose  of  abundance  and  adulthood ,  hadn’t  this  been  the  point  of  being  able  to  provide  in  excesses  for  his  family — to  also  give  those  without  a  home  one  too?  grief  did  not  have  a time  limit ,  even  if  we  often  wished  it  too.  how  could  he  compare  (  kratos  couldn’t  nor  would  he  ):  maybe  he  could  share  the  closest  he’d  ever  been  to  loss ,  mayhap  he  could  talk  about  the  first  women  whom  had  ever  loved  him ,  before  he  even  knew  what  he  was  to  love  and  be  loved:  his  dearest  mother.

it  is ,  however ,  a  moment  of  sentimental  frailty  that  is  not  meant  to  last:  kratos  wishes  to  speak  on  the  love  that  can  still  be  found ,  even  within  the  loss ,  longing ,  and  grief  but  would  the  words  that  he  wanted  to  leave  his  tongue  even  come  close  to  her ,  in  the  ways  that  he  would  hope  would  reach  her?  kratos’  soul  twists  and  turns  and  bites  at  itself  in  a  deplorable  devoted  act  of self-punishment  and  within  him  is two  beings  chanting  (  something  about  duty  /  something  about  god  ):  truly ,  even  one  blessed  as  he  still  held  much  sin between  his  teeth  but  where  there  was  sin  lay  the  grounds  for  redemption  and  repentance  and  divine  self-sacrifice.  ❝ eiz—he  wouldn’t  want  you  like  this.  to  miss  someone  is  a  means  of  knowing  how  much  you  loved  them. when  it  gets  too  much,  ❞  it  was  spoken  from  experience,  from  a  place  of  the  purest  love.  in  the  doorway  of  her  bedchambers  was  anna  ready  to  jump  need  kratos  find  his  words  giving  additional  trials  to  the  living  embodiment  before  him,  but  his  will  and  kindheartedness  had  gotten  them  to  this  point  and  it was  an  attempt,  a  closer  attempt ,  and  for  kratos ,  that  would  be  enough.

❝ whenever  i  miss  her,  my  mother.  ❞  because  even  a  living  god  king  could  grieve,  what  was  a  man  if  not  the  grief  of  all  those  he  loved  and  would  ever  love?  ❛ i  recall  all  the  parts  of her  i  loved,  and  yes  it  was  everything,  her  laugh ,  the  way  she  would  hum  while  cooking  stew ,  the  smells  of  her  favorite  perfumes.  ❞  but ,  as  with  all  things ,  grief  was  still  grief  and  it  had  no  time  limit.  ❝  everyone ,  including  myself  at  times ,  wants  you  to  stop  being  sad  but  you ,  like  myself:  will  never  stop  being  sad.  how  could  they  ever  expect  you  too,  how  could  we?  how  could  i?  ❞

its  the  way  he  looks  at  her  tucked  in  form ,  she  was  already  incredibly  small  but  this  way  she  looked  even  smaller  (  all  the  more  childlike,  all  the  more  wounded  ):  and  mayhap ,  he  would  have  found  some  piece  of  beauty  in  this grotesque  decadence  (  death  held  much  beauty ,  for  it  had  once  held  life  ): if  only  it  had  come  as  the  payment  for love ,  without  the  transaction  of  loss  and  for  stolen  happiness — but  all  he  feels  is sorrow  and  grief , sainted  yet  acrid ,  as  in  his  soul festers  a  venomous  blasphemous  maw:  the  weary  bones  of  a  man  only  trying  his  best.  ❝ it  has  been  said  time  heals  all  wounds  but  i  do  not  agree.  much  time  has  passed  since  the  loss  of  my  mother  and  i  long  for  her  embrace  everyday ,  i  have  never  once  stopped.  like  you ,  i  nearly  lost  myself  or …  did  lose  myself  for  much  time  within  the  sadness  and  grief.  but ,  with  time  also  brought  the  acknowledgment  of  accepting  but  never  forgetting.  even  discussing  her  with  you now ,  it  hurts ,  my  heart  weeps  but  my  soul  doesn’t  shatter ,  not  anymore.  ❞

that  is,  what  kratos  doesn’t  say.  he  doesn’t  say  how  his  soul  cannot  shatter  any  longer  because  the  soul  of  whom  he  had  been  before  anna ,  before  lloyd — before  his  family,  edna  included,  had  been  broken  into  pieces  that  could  never  be  put  back  together.  his  mind ,  having  gone  insane ,  had  covered  the  hollowed  memory  with  scar  tissue  to  cope ,  but  the  pain  had  never  left  him  and  much  like  edna ,  would  never  leave  him.  ❝ when  you  no  longer  are  lost  in  the  grief ,  in  the  longing  for ,  in  the  loss.  ❞  gently ,  his  hand  extends  to  gently  pat  her  hand ,  his  eyes  noticing  how  her  sleeves  had  become  soaked  from  her  snot  nose  filled  tears.  ❝ we’ll  be  right  here,  edna.  ready  for  you  in  whichever  way  you  will permit  us.  ❞  because ,  sometimes  life  gave  too  much  unhappiness  and  tragedy  to  those  whom  did  not  deserve  it ,  least  of  all  the  flowering  youth  of  tomorrow.  kratos  and  the  budding  flower  child  before  him  where  grief-stricken  and  desperate for  the  warmth  of  a  summer  that  never  came  during  their  coldest  and  loneliest  of  winters  but  mayhap ,  together  his  family ,  their  family  could  make  even  the  closest of  winters  bestow  upon  their  lives  the  warmest  of  sunlight  upon  their  blossoming  earth.

[thegreatwhiteferret]

HELLO I AM READY FOR MY EDDIE ROUTINE I AM READY TO READ IT EVERY DAY AND CRY 💖💖💖💖💖

Well, my dear Elle. I’m still working on the story, but I guess I could give you just a little bit… (not of the actual routine though, because honestly I couldn’t decide what part of their eight step beauty routine to pick, so that you will have to wait for 😂😂😂) “Is it Daddy and Delia time now?” She asked, quirking her eyebrow at him. She looked so much like Richie when she did that. Eddie let out a small laugh at the face she was pulling and nodded. She turned on her heal and headed out of her room and he followed after her. 

They tiptoed through the master bedroom, careful not to wake the bear. No one wanted to deal with that mess this early in the morning, especially not without a large quantity of coffee and sugar. Eddie closed the door to the bathroom behind him, and set Delia’s clothes on the dressing table outside of his closet, then joined her at the sink. She pulled out her step stool and climbed up so that she could see her reflection in the mirror. Eddie smiled at her through the reflective surface. 

Daddy and Delia time was their morning routine. Eddie had started her young, back when she was just a toddler with some good skincare habits, and now every morning they stood side by side and went through their full regime. Richie teased Eddie endlessly about it, telling him that a seven year old did not need to be so uptight about their skincare, but Delia enjoyed it and none of the products would harm her skin. So every morning before he woke Delia up, he set up all of the things that they would need for their little morning ritual. 

There you go, Love. Hopefully you don’t hate it and it will tide you over until I can finish the whole story later today. The full beauty routine is sooooooo long, but cute? It’s so fluffy that I don’t even know what to do!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[stellarbisexual]

getting to knooooow meeee

Tagged by @unculturedmamoswine

Three Ships: Reddie (IT), GerriRoman (Succession), whatever the Mikey/Titus ship name is on The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt lol

Last Song: Probably something from my Zumba playlist when I worked out yesterday XD Actually, it was probably Cuff It by Beyonce bc this lil routine is always a joy to do

Last Movie: The Good Son... bro. Even crazier than I remembered. (Also it's abundantly clear where all my sensibilities came from LOL)

Currently Reading: How We Heal by Alex Elle

Currently Watching: I'm finishing up S2 of Russian Doll finally, but I definitely need Something New to Get Into while I wait for every freaking series to come back.

Currently Consuming: ALSO PODCASTS! Pod Meets World; We Can Do Hard Things; Las Cultch (always); Working It Out; Maintenance Phase; The Always Sunny Podcast

Currently Craving: Mostly pretzels and Coke because I've had a semi-migraine since this morning, and it's still not goneeeeeee D:

This said to tag 9 people, but I'mma tag 0. REBELLION

[reddie-ao3feed]

lets fast forward to 300 takeout coffees later

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9Gy4vph by eddiekaspbrakirlsblog Eddie Kaspbrak is a sucker for routine. Always has been since he was a kid. He liked his routine, he liked his job, he liked his day to day. Most of all, he liked the coffee shop he stopped by every morning without fail. The coffee was good, slightly pricey, but they were a small business so Eddie felt like he was doing some good. He’d never admit it, but there was another reason he continued to return to that particular shop. One of the baristas. The counter was usually handled by one barista, a girl specifically, a redhead. There were two other baristas, unfortunately the one Eddie particularly liked was hardly ever at the counter when Eddie was in there. However, upon walking into the cafe one morning as Fleetwood Mac’s ‘You Make Loving Fun’ filtered through the speakers. There he was. Behind the till. Eddie felt his hands become clammy. The guy, Richie, Eddie knew from his name badge was tall and broad, dark hair and dark eyes. Eddie swallowed and approached the counter.   OR reddie coffee shop au Words: 2984, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh Additional Tags: Coffee Shop, You can’t beat the classics, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier is a Little Shit, Richie Tozier Flirts, big time, Richie Tozier is Whipped, Barista Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak is Bad at Feelings, Eddie Kaspbrak is a Tease, Eddie Kaspbrak Has a Crush, Beverly Marsh is a Good Friend, Beverly Marsh Knows Everything, Beverly Marsh & Richie Tozier Are Best Friends, Beverly Marsh Loves Ben Hanscom, background benverly btw, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Song: Is It Over Now? (Taylor Swift), Fleetwood Mac References, Song references read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9Gy4vph

[boxofbadaddiction]

Just Like You Like It

Song Inspired

George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Light Smut. A curse word.

George could tell y/n was stressed, he didn't have to be told. He could see it; he were the first to notice. The way she shut down. How much shorter she'd become with everyone. How the smallest of inconveniences could set her off.

Her hair was constantly a mess from the amount of times her fingers tugged, pulled and ran through it. She gave up wearing make-up to avoid the way it smudged as her hands frequently dug, clawed and rubbed at her face in frustration.

He wondered if she even noticed how cold their relationship had become. The spark between them which raged within their chests as an all comsuming flame; diminished to less than an ember. Still alight but too weak to any longer feel it's warmth.

Though they shared the same bed every night he'd never felt further apart. He missed her. Her new routine left him hanging at a distance.

She'd wake up, shower, get changed and leave. No words spoken. No smile on her face. No kiss good morning or kiss goodbye. The nights were no easier. She'd arrive home late, disappear to the study, then later crawl into bed beside him well past midnight. No conversation. No kiss goodnight.

He could barely remember the last time they'd touched let alone had a meal together. George had been patient hoping this were simply a rough patch, that things would fall back into place eventually. This morning however, was his breaking point.

As he woke to an empty bed, the sound of running water coming from the bathroom just like many mornings before, he reddied himself for work. As he pulled on a fresh suit for the day something caught his ears. A sound which, though muffled, were undeniably caused from distress. He stepped closer to the bathroom, leaning towards the door and listening intently. Sobs and strained breaths cursed the air. George felt his heart be ripped from his chest in that moment. He made to open the door but stopped himself, he weren't even sure how to comfort her anymore. Things were evidently far worse than he feared what if, by barging in on her in this time, he made matters worse unintentionally?

He restrained himself, giving her the space she most likely needed right now, though determined to fix things. It was time. No more waiting for things to sort themselves out.

He sat patiently on the edge of their bed for her to come out, preparing to have the difficult conversation.

Later she emerged, fully clothed for work with eyes still puffy. He stood, words forming on the tip of his tongue, but she wouldn't even look at him. Like he weren't there. Simply grabbing her keys and wallet from off the chest of draws, muttering a lame 'I'll be home late' and leaving as swiftly as she'd entered.

He was too slow. Too hesitant. His brows furrowed, staring after her with parted lips. Dread began to fill his heart, thickly being pumped throughout his bloodstream. How could he fix this?

That evening y/n slowly made her way home, like many before it were well past the time she ought to be arriving home. Her body felt too heavy for her legs to carry. Back aching as did her feet, with shoulders unbelievably tense from several large knots taken root in her muscles. Rubbing at them frustratedly as she walked her eyes shut tight in pain whilst brimming with tears. This was one of the worst times of her life, everything that could go wrong did and it seemed unlikely ever to resolve. With no sign of her ridiculous work load easing. The state of her currently crumpling relationship. Now even her body were turning against her.

She was hungry, not having ate properly in days. Tired, her sleep restless and tormenting. Her head ached continuously and she found herself on the brink of tears or an emotional outburst given any moment.

As her key turned in it's lock she pushed the door open preparing for yet another night spent in the study. Closing her eyes she inhaled sharply, the very thought causing a sickness to settle in her stomach. There was something different about tonight though.

As her lungs filled, she felt herself relax considerably. A content sigh slipping from her lips as she exhaled slowly. Opening her eyes, they travelled over the flat to find her favourite candles were scattered and alight, the flicker of their flames the only source of light within the space. As she stepped across the doors thresholds y/ns breath was stolen from her. Finding not only her favourite candles but countless bunches of her favourite flowers lining the tables and windowsill. Additional flower petals littered the floor, leading like a pathway to the fire escape.

As her head peaked from the window her ears were met with the soft melodic sounds of distance music. Climbing from the windowsill she ascended the staircase. Reaching the top and quietly stepping over the roofs lining y/n was blown away once again. More flowers decorated the space beautifully while a few small candles lit a table at the roofs centre. The music was clearer now, quiet but loud enough for her to recognise. Her favourite slow songs.

A bottle of wine and two glasses sat atop the small table in front of her, her fingers delicately traced the bottles label.

A warmth began to spread through her body from a presence behind her. Two strong hands gently moved over her waist, encapsulating her entirely in an embrace. Y/n gave herself to the hold, leaning back into his chest and relishing in the heat that fanned her skin from his hot breath and the soft trace of his nose against her neck until finally his lips came to connect with her nape. Her arms fell atop of his, where his fingers slowly moved against the fabric of her shirt. She sighed contently, the sound only just audible with the low hum of the music which played.

Her brows furrowed at the feeling of his lips and one arm leaving her body. The light pop of the wine bottles cork and the trickle of liquid filling two glasses, generously, which followed was enough to bring the smile back to her lips and finally she opened her eyes again to accept the beverage before her.

Though one hand still remained attached to her hip George moved to stand in front of her with a sly grin as he clinked their glasses together ceremoniously.

"You've been busy today" she smiled, sipping her wine. "You've been busy everyday." His face was stern at the thought, heart no less heavy as he watched her head fall at his words. The hand on her waist came to cup her chin, bringing her attention back to him. His thumb gently stroked her jaw as he spoke, "Did you think I hadn't noticed?". Tears fell from her eyes. His expression bore so sorrowfully into her soul she felt laid bare. "I'm sorry" "It's not your fault, sweetheart." A soft smile replaced the concern filled expression he wore moments ago, "I just wish you'd give yourself a break. Talk to me if something's the matter."

Her cheek pressed against his palm as he wiped away the stray tears, but more fell as she closed her eyes.

"Come here", George grabbed her glass, setting both drinks down on the table, and lead her away a few paces. He pulled her into his chest, one hand on her waist while the other held hers in a firm grasp. She looked at him confusedly, only causing him to smile cheekily back. That's when he began to lead her in a slow dance. Y/n chuckled at this, unable to help the eye roll and wide smile to stretch upon her face at how cheesey this all now seemed.

Gazing back into his eyes fondly they continued to sway in time with the gentle melody which filled the air. Y/ns cheek rested against Georges chest as his chin laid atop her head. Fresh tears lined her eyes now. Different from the ones before. Tears of love. Pure, unfiltered and all consuming.

They held close together like two shadows in the dark, illuminated solely by candle light. The spark in their chests burning like a flame, lighting the night for them in an entirely other way. Rekindling the love in their hearts that hadn't been felt in so long.

"I can't believe you did all this for me" y/n voiced honestly, unable to see how she was deserving of such a guesture.

"This is for me right? I didn't just spoil some intimate night with your mistress did I?" She joked looking up to him. "Funny." George rolled his eyes at this.

"Love, everything I do is for you." "You're really laying on all the charm tonight aren't you? Wine, candles, dancing..." Y/n quipped, loving every second. "Pouring it on strong and smooth. Just like you like it." He leant down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss.

Arms wrapped around his neck as others rested around her sides. The kiss was broken in pieces as y/n tried to speak but George was reluctant to let her, only a word coming through at a time, he understood her nonetheless, "Where's Fred tonight?" She'd asked. This question successfully putting an end to his neediness for their lips on one anothers. Leaning back with a raised brow, an expression which read 'really?'.

"You know, as inseparable as we are love, I was sort of hoping we could do this without him actually." He chuckled. Y/n rolled her eyes. "He's out. Out of the apartment and out of our way." His lips found hers again while she smiled.

George rested his forehead against hers, "We've got all night long, so tell me what you want." Y/n stood, breathing him in while she thought. A decision made as a smile spread over her features. She licked her lips in anticipation, unable to hide the eagerness in her eyes. Feeling playful, she spoke in a teasingly slow and sultry tone, "What I'd love, more than anything is a nice, long, and hot bath." Georges brow raised along with his signature mischeivous grin. She placed a tender kiss to his lips, which he reciprocated and deepened hungrily.

George nudged her towards the fire escape, signalling for her to head inside and placing a quick playful slap to her ass as she left and he grabbed the wine from the table. With a flick of his wand the candles all extinguished and the music faded to an end.

Steam encompassed the white tiled bathroom as hot water filled the bath tub. Y/n stood at its edge, in only her white singlet and underwear - other clothes already discarded, tying her hair into a messy bun before checking the water weren't too hot. She'd taken a couple candles from the living room and scattered loose flower petals across the waters surface.

George entered quietly, leaning against the door frame, balancing the wine glasses in one hand as the bottle hung low in his other.

His eyes traced her neck, light condensation glistening over her skin. His head tilted, examining the rest of her body with a sigh. She turned, feeling his eyes on her to which she playfully raised an eyebrow. He smiled, running his bottom lip through his teeth before placing the wine by the side of the tub. He held himself straight, towering before her while his eyes fixed directly to her features.

Slowly brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear then letting his fingers trace down her neck and travelling down slowly between her breasts coming to the end seam of her t-shirt. Both hands gripped the thin material to pull it over her head.

Y/n now reached to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt. Leaving his torso as bare as hers. Fingers toyed with with his belt as the two stared into each others eyes ridding the final items of clothing. Y/n stepped into the water pulling George with her.

A content moan unashamedly voiced as they sank beaneath the water, heat immediately help to soothe her aching body. George sat behind her, running hands delicately across her body. Cupping hand fulls of water to run over her shoulders. The sensation causing her head to fall back into his chest. He took advantage of her position, lightly kissing the crook of her neck as his hands massaged her back then shoulders. Tension melting away with every dedicated and tender movement of his thumbs against her muscles. When the last knot had eased from her shoulders he pulled her into his body completely, laying back so she were beside him cuddling as they had so many times on the sofa.

Though the water surrounding them began to cool, things between them only got hotter. Starting with innocent and loving kisses to her temple and light touches tracing one anothers body, soon both knew they needed more.

Y/n made to straddle him. The kiss starting tenderly, filled with love, but in no time George was sitting upright leaning into her body as they kissed passionately. Hungrily. Y/n grinding slightly against his lap, chest pushed flush against his eliciting a deep growl from her lover.

He wrapped a firm grip around her body, lifting them both from the water and stepping out of the bath. Y/ns hands placed to his cheeks, kissing him feverishly while he made the blind journey to their bed. Y/n chuckled as he dropped them onto the mattress eagerly, soaking the sheets in the process. Their bodies entangled in perfect rhythm. With George paying particular attention to her wants and needs, ones he hadn't met in so long. She was a mess beneath him with every loving and gentle caress of her skin. Every soft whisper in her ear. The way his lips connected with her neck. Exploring her as if it were the last time he'd get to do so. Touching her so delicately as if she were glass figurine. Breathtakingly beautiful, but fragile and likely to break. His pace slow but firm, eyes scrunched tight together while his breaths fell heavy through parted lips. Relishing in the heat that fans his skin as she breathes his name. Pure ecstacy igniting the flame in their hearts further, burning under one anothers touch. Her nails rake his shoulders as they peak together. Arms shaking as he struggles to hold his body from hers. Breathless and heavy above her, his lips capture hers again in a slow and tired kiss.

They lay beside each other in the after glow, comfortable silence encapsulating them. Until George is pulling her from the bed at the talk of dinner, lazily throwing on a singlet and boxers as she pulls on his jumper and a pair of knickers.

He sits her at the dinner table while he reddied the meal he'd prepared earlier not expecting the nights events to unfold as they had but loving it either way.

Y/n sipped a fresh glass of wine contently, unable to wipe the love struck smile from her face. Staring into the deep burgundy which swirled within her glass, deep in thought over the man currently pattering about the kitchen. Reminiscing on the past events, ones from this evening to as far back as when they'd begun dating. Every thought completely occupied by him and him alone.

She was brought to the present by a plate being sat in front of her. Another of her favourites. George placed a gentle kiss to her cheek and whispered into her ear, lips pressing against her soft hair, before taking seat beside her. She bit her lip in attempt to contain the wide grin forming across her features at the words,

"Just like you like it."

[oikawaplssteponme]

PART 8 | previously: part 7 | masterlist

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: swearing, fighting

synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...

a/n: hi hi!! 💕okay so the prom that im describing throughout this fic is like your ‘basic’ prom so to say. that’s simply because that’s just how i personally know how prom works :) i just wanted to clarify that in case some of you were confused since i didn’t really mention that before and i hope you don’t mind :)) anyway, enjoy xx

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Eight: tantrum

To say you were embarrassed was an understatement. You felt awful for not giving Deku an answer, and even worse for running away. You didn’t even realize you were moving until you found yourself locked in your room. You felt so stupid. Why didn’t you just say yes to Miydoria? It’s not like Bakugou was actually gonna ask you. So why did it matter?

It was the next day and you were seated in homeroom. You didn’t even want to look at your classmates, let alone Deku. You felt so bad for blowing him off like that.

You watched as Deku took a seat next to you, as he usually did. Trailing behind him was Bakugou, who didn’t give you some witty insult as he did most mornings.

“H-Hi Deku,” you said nervously.

“Hi Y/N!” He smiled brightly. Your eyes widened.

Is he not mad at me?

“How are you?” You asked.

“Good! A bit tired though, I was up late doing some training,” he replied. You nodded.

“Uh, look about yesterday-”

“It’s okay if you don’t have an answer just yet. I can wait,” he reassured you. You sighed.

“Mind if we talk at lunch?” you asked. He nodded.

“Well aren’t you two cute?” huffed Bakugou. You looked at him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” you groaned. Bakugou just shrugged and before you could bother him again, class began.

As the morning passed, you found yourself at lunch. You sat with Deku and Iida as you usually did. You felt kinda awkward, not engaging in conversation as you normally would.

“Hey Deku mind if we talk now?” You interrupted. Deku looked at Iida and watched as he got up from the table.

“I’ll give you two some privacy,” smiled Iida. You now faced Deku and took a deep breath.

“Look, Deku, I really appreciate you asking me to Prom. It was super sweet and I loved the poster,” you began. Deku just smiled at you, nodding at every word you said.

Is he even listening to me?

“But, um, here’s the thing. I-uh, I don’t think I’m gonna go with a date. I kinda wanna just enjoy the dance with everyone...as a group, you know?” Deku stopped smiling.

“But we're going in the same group anyway?”

“Yeah, true. It’s just that I’m-“

“Wait did someone already ask you?”

“No, no, uh it’s not that. I just...gosh I’m really sorry Deku. I just would rather go without a date. Anyway, I’m gonna have to be running the dance so I probably won’t be having fun away. I’d hate for you to have a shitty time because of me,” you explained, which was the truth. Odds are you’d be scrambling around the dance making sure things are going well. It would be unfair to Deku to drag him along. Nevertheless, Deku looked disappointed.

“But I’ll save you a dance! How’s that?” You attempted to cheer him up. Deku looked back at you.

“I’d like that,” he smiled. You felt a wave of relief fall over you.

“Perfect. Thanks for understanding,” you said. Izuku nodded.

“Of course, but I sorta already told my mom you were going with me so do you mind if we still take a picture together on the day of Prom?” You laughed.

“Yeah that’s fine Deku.”

~

After school you followed your normal routine of changing out of your uniform and into something comfortable then going down to the basement. Prom was approaching quickly and you knew there was still much that had to be done.

The door was locked but you could see light peeking out from underneath. You began to knock on the door, hoping Bakugou was inside.

“Katsuki!” You continued to knock.

“I know you’re in there dumbass, it’s me!” You finally heard footsteps approach the door. The door swung open, revealing an annoyed Bakugou.

“Woah what’s with your face?” You asked. Bakugou didn’t say anything, he just turned around and sat back down.

“Uh okay...hey did you ever contact Present Mic about DJ-ing? Apparently he actually charges for school events,” you said. Bakugou paid you no attention.

“Well I called the flower shop for the centerpieces and they said they can give us a deal for 20 but we would have to buy the larger size.”

Still nothing.

“Bakugou? Hello? I’m trying to talk to you.” You went over to him and nudged him. Nothing.

“I know damn well you aren’t giving me the fucking silent treatment right now,” you huffed. You had to clench your fists to stop yourself from doing something stupid. Bakugou shrugged.

“THAT'S IT!” You grabbed the back of Bakugou’s shirt and pulled him to stand up. You dragged him to the wall and pressed your forearm against his neck.

“WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM RIGHT NOW? HUH?”

“I bet you wish I was Deku right now, don’t you?” Your eyes widened.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Bakugou just shrugged. You began to get more heated so you applied more pressure to his neck.

“So that’s what your little tantrum is about? Deku?” Bakugou huffed angrily. He pushed you off of him and pinned your wrists to the wall.

“I AM NOT HAVING A TANTRUM!”

“THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ACTING LIKE THIS?!”

Bakugou opened his mouth as if he were going to yell at you again but he stopped himself. He let out a frustrated sigh.

“Did you say yes?” he asked. You gave him a confused look.

“Yes to what?” Bakugou sighed.

“God you are so fucking stupid…”

“I AM NOT!”

“WELL DID YOU SAY YES TO HIM OR NOT?” You suddenly realized what Bakugou was talking about.

“Do you mean about Prom?” You asked. Bakugou looked down, nodding slightly. You groaned.

“No Katsuki. I told him no.”

Bakugou looked at you with widened eyes.

“Wait, you didn’t choose Deku?”

“What? No, I didn’t choose Deku. Why would I choose Deku?” You questioned. Bakugou looked back down at the ground.

“Everyone chooses Deku…” he mumbled.

“Well I didn’t so clearly not everyone,” you smirked.

Bakugou let go of you from the wall. You rubbed your wrists. Bakugou leaned against the table, his face resting in the palms of his hands. You walked over to him and gently moved his hands so you could see his face.

“Anyway, I don’t think Deku can handle all this,” you joked, gesturing to yourself. Bakugou let out a small laugh.

“I hate you…” he mumbled. You chuckled.

“I hate you more.” You let go of Bakugou’s hands and sat down on the table as you usually did.

“Now that you’re done throwing your fit, will you please go pick up the streamers we re-ordered? They’re in the office,” you said. Bakugou groaned.

“Fine dumbass.”

“Thank you Katsuki,” you smiled.

“Whatever.”

~

“Why are suits so expensive?” groaned Bakugou. You chuckled.

“Just rent one or something,” you suggested. You and Bakugou were still in the basement, though little planning progress was being made.

“Why are there so many different options?” Bakugou was struggling to find the correct attire for the dance. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Here let me see.” You moved to sit next to Bakugou, taking his laptop and scrolling through the page he had opened.

“Did you want to get a specific color?” You asked. Bakugou shrugged.

“I don’t know how this shit works.”

“Well if you wanted you could get a colored suit but that also depends on if you have a date or not. You’d look pretty stupid if you and your date had clashing colors,” you explained.

“So if I have a date I have to match with them? That fucking sucks.” You laughed.

“All you’d really have to do is find a tie that’s the same color of whatever dress or clothing that they are wearing. It’s not as difficult as it seems.”

“Hmmm okay…”

“The easy choice is just to get a black suit and tie. That never goes out of style. Like this one.” You pointed to the nicely tailored suit on the computer screen. You couldn’t help but get excited at the thought of Bakugou dressed up.

“And uh, those flower things that people wear. Do people still do that?” He asked. You chuckled.

“You mean corsages and boutonnières. Yeah but again you only need to worry about that if you have a date. Like the tie, the flowers you pick would probably match the colors you two wear.”

“For someone who hates Prom, you sure do know a lot about it,” said Bakugou.

“It’s kinda common knowledge dumbass,” you teased.

“Oh shut up!” Bakugou took back his laptop. “Don’t you need to get your dress or something?”

You groaned.

“Don’t remind me. I have no idea what kind of dress I’m gonna get. And the worst part is that it has to be long,” you complained.

“Why don’t you just ask Yaoyorozu to make you one?” He suggested.

“I asked and she said no because that would be ‘damaging to the economy.’ I just think that she’s gonna force me to go shopping with her and the rest of the girls in class.”

“Ha well have fun with that,” teased Bakugou.

“Hey isn’t it way past your bedtime explosion boy?” Bakugou looked at the clock on the wall.

“Not past yet. But I’m going to bed.” He began to pack up his things.

“God, you’re like an old man,” you joked. Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“Well maybe if you got more sleep you’d actually beat me in a fight for once.”

“Seriously?”

“Did it sound like I was joking?” You huffed and followed Bakugou up the stairs.

“Fine I’ll get some stupid sleep Katsuki.”

“Good. Night Y/N.” Bakugou walked back to the dorms and you stopped to take a deep breath.

That stupid boy is gonna be the death of me.

•

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[toyboy-molloy]

reddie but maggie works as an office receptionist and thinks her boss would be perfect for her son

Maggie Tozier loved her job. Everyone in her office was warm and friendly, her job itself as a receptionist slash secretary to the CEO of the company, Eddie Kaspbrak, was both challenging and enjoyable. And to top it all off, it was well-paying and the benefits were brilliant. One her first day, Maggie had been warned the boss had quite the reputation for being hard to work with and bad-tempered; she had waved it off, setting a cup of coffee and bran muffin on his desk. He had thanked her appreciatively and returned the favour the following day. Since then, things had been fantastic.

During their many hours of conferences and meetings, Maggie had learned a lot about her boss. He was single, having separated from his wife after realising he was gay, he was keen on cars and old western movies, he was incredibly clean and organised. He was funny and kind yet he could be sarcastic and biting; Maggie had rarely seen that side of Eddie, it mostly came out when he was on the phone to someone who annoyed him. It had only taken Maggie three months to decide her boss would be perfect for her own grown up son, Richie. She vowed to get them together.

That morning, Maggie went about her usual routine. She set her bag down on her desk and logged into her computer, getting an early start on organising Eddie’s day. He arrived almost an hour later, clutching two coffees. He placed one on Maggie’s desk as he passed, smiling warmly at her. She looked up, returning his smile.

“Morning, sir,” she sipped her coffee gratefully, subtly looking him over. He was wearing his usual suit but her eye was drawn to the loud, orange and blue zi-zag tie. Maggie raised an eyebrow, “you’re looking especially sharp today. Is that for Mr. Bowers’ benefit?”

"God, no,” Eddie looked down at his tie, clearly self-conscious about it, “this is the first tie I bought as a single man. It’s stupid but it gives me confidence. I’m going to need it for that meeting later. What do you think?” Maggie hesitated, tilting her head for a better angle. It didn’t help. Eddie seemed to agree with her, grimacing at his fashion choice, “yeah I know. Maybe I’m not cut out for single life.”

“Actually, I think you could give my son some fashion tips. His taste is worse than yours.”

With a final chuckle, Eddie disappeared into his office and Maggie set her plan into motion. She looked at the calendar, making sure Eddie had nothing in his diary for lunchtime. His meeting with Bowers was early afternoon. Perfect. She rummaged in her bag for her phone, quickly texting Richie.

richie, dear, I forgot my lunch. could you bring it to work for me? ma

Despite being a busy comedian working on a new tour and a pilot TV episode, Richie replied almost instantly.

can’t dad do it? rt

Maggie smiled to herself, having expected this answer. Once she got an idea into her head, there was no stopping her. She quickly fired back a response.

honey, you know he’s had a hip replacement. he shouldn’t be driving. ma

yeah yeah I’ll bring it. fucking son of the year right? rt

Delighted, Maggie got back to work. If all went according to plan, she’d have a son-in-law in no time. She watched the clock anxiously, waiting as the hours counted down to minutes. However, fifteen minutes before lunch, Eddie left his office, wearing his jacket with his bag thrown over his shoulder. Maggie physically deflated as he approached her desk, engrossed in his phone. He didn’t look very happy.

“Bowers has brought the meeting forward, Maggie, apparently it couldn’t wait until later. Hold all calls for me, please.”

"Yes, Mr. Kaspbrak.”

If he noticed her disappointment, he didn’t comment on it. Maggie pouted, watching him leave; she got a cruel glimmer of hope as Richie and Eddie passed each other in the hall but, since Eddie was typing on his phone and Richie was examining the lunch bag, they walked straight past each other. She barely noticed when Richie dropped the bag in front of her.

“Oh, yeah, thanks, Richie, you’re the best son ever,” he said sarcastically, dragging a spare chair over to her desk and propping his feet up on the table. Maggie glared at him disapprovingly, “what?”

Maggie sighed, brushing off the incident as she reached into the bag and shared out their lunch, “nothing. So, how do it go with the executives?”

Over the next few weeks, Maggie upped her game. She mentioned as often as she could around Eddie, subtly pointing out his winning characteristics. In the end, Eddie probably thought she was one of those old ladies who couldn’t stop talking about her son. One evening, Maggie caught Eddie leaving early because he had a date. She tried her hardest to usher Richie towards the same restaurant, unsuccessfully. Richie was sure she was going mad. Her husband, Went, thought she was crazy but knew better than to interfere. Maggie was at the end of her tether and decided to bring out the big guns.

The following day, she strolled confidently towards Eddie’s office and knocked, entering once she had permission to do so. Eddie didn’t look busy but he was on his computer, typing slowly but his attention was mostly on Maggie. She cleared her throat, her confidence having waned slightly.

“Mr. Kaspbrak, are you doing anything this weekend?”

Eddie frowned, his typing ceasing altogether, “err, I don’t have any plans.”

"I’m having a barbecue. Just a few friends and family. You’re welcome to join us. I want to thank you for making me feel welcome.”

"Oh, I- err,” Eddie squirmed in his seat, clearly not used to being asked to spend time with people outside of work. Maggie thought that rather upsetting, “I don’t think that would be very professional of me.”

“Oh, tish to professionalism,” Maggie waved a hand and Eddie had to admit, her eagerness was endearing, “my husband makes a mean steak. And my son has an obsession with hot wings.”

Eddie couldn’t help the small smile that crossed his face. He had to agree with Maggie’s son, hot wings were a weakness of his, too. Finally, he ran a hand over his face, nodding, “okay, I’ll be there. Thank you.”

Maggie didn’t let her true happiness show until she was back at her desk, texting her husband her triumph. He was just pleased to have an extra person to cook for. Maggie spent the next few days preparing, asking Eddie what sort of things he liked, if he had any allergies that she didn’t know about already and what his drink preference was. Several times, he told her not to go to any trouble for him. She waved him off, informing him he was their guest and she was happy to do it.

The Toziers spent the next few days preparing for Maggie’s barbecue. Things had been tense when Richie announced he had to go back to L.A to finish his project. Maggie had glared at him in such a way Richie immediately called the producers and told them he couldn’t make it back yet. Maggie even made sure she approved of his outfit - a smart Hawaiian shirt and jeans, casual and understated.

“You invited that guy didn’t you? The one you’re always talking about,” Richie finally figured it out ten minutes before Eddie was due to arrive. His mother’s answering silence told him everything. Rolling his eyes, Richie poured himself a glass of wine, “I thought I told you I’m not interested in anyone you think is cool.”

“I have great taste, thank you,” Maggie said, somewhat offended. She watched Went through the window as he entertained the guests that had already arrived. Richie stared at her as he gulped his wine. And then the doorbell sounded, causing him to choke. Maggie patted his shoulder, “get that, would you, sweetie? I think your father needs help.”

Before Richie could get a word out, Maggie had hurried into the garden. He sighed, traipsing over to the door and forcing a smile onto his face. He didn't want to spend his evening making nice with his Mom’s wrinkly old boss. Except the guy standing there holding a bottle of wine and an aluminum foil-covered plate was not what he had been expecting. This guy was not only stunningly cute and short, he was staring wide-eyed back at Richie - he wanted to be mad at his mom for being right but he couldn’t, not when the guy looked like that.

"Um, I didn’t know what to bring”

"You- you’re my mom’s boss?” Richie couldn’t stop staring. The man was dressed in a casual suit, the first few buttons of his shirt undone.  If it was at all possible, Eddie’s eyes grew wider.

“You’re Richie?” That didn’t sound very nice and he shook his head, trying to explain to himself, “sorry, when Maggie said her son was a comedian, I thought you’d be one of those weird losers or a self-obsessed jerk that just sleeps with everyone.”

Richie smiled, attempting to suavely lean against the door frame, “yeah, well, I thought you’d be one of those old sweaty creeps that bangs their young hot secretaries.”

“Your mom is my secretary, asshole,” Eddie snapped without bite, nodding towards the house, “are you going to let me in or are we going to flirt out here all night?”

“So that was flirting?” Richie stood aside, gesturing into the house. Eddie stepped in, glaring at him, “your game needs work, buddy. Even if I do sleep with everyone,” he held out his hand, “I’m Richie by the way.”

Eddie placed his gifts on the table, shaking Richie’s hand softly, “Eddie.”

“Can I get you a drink, Eds?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, following Richie into the kitchen, “red wine, please.”

From the doorway, Maggie turned to Went, smiling mischievously. A job well done, if she did say so herself.

[blueeyedrichie]

please give us some domestic morning routine hcs reddie find themselves in after they defend It for the second time and eventually get together, i’m feeling v soft rn and absolutely am going to 🥺🥺🥺🥺 at you to make me even softer

I adore this thank you my dear :’)) ❤️

once everything settles down after the fight and the hospital visit and they’re finally living together, they don’t go back to work for a while and instead just spend time together, sleeping in late and enjoying the warmth of the other next to them

richie is super careful with eddie’s injuries, and even though eddie tries to tell him he’s fine, richie tends to them and kisses them and whispers into eddie’s skin, I love you; I’m so lucky to have you; you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me; I’ll never let you get hurt again, and even though this is a daily occurrence, happy tears still spill from eddie’s eyes and he tells richie how much he loves him too before pulling him in for a kiss

during their time at home, they watch as many trashy movies on netflix as they can find

eddie exclusively wears richie’s shirts instead of his own when they’re lounging around and basically just anytime they’re at home

eddie does some redecorating around the house whenever they eventually drag themselves out of bed, and richie smiles anytime he notices a new addition; he gets giddy every time their things become more intermixed (like how their coats overlap on the rack by the door and the way eddie arranges all the bottles in the shower and how their toothbrushes lean on one another in the little holder eddie brought because you can’t just leave it laying on the counter, richie!) each and every thing makes his heart soar

they do eventually have to go back to work though, so during their morning routine they stick side by side until they inevitably have to part for the day

richie’s toothbrush is red and eddie’s is blue, they both use the mintiest toothpaste they can find

richie always jokes about how they should just share a toothbrush, and naturally eddie always shoots him down

they do share a bottle of mouthwash though and the little cap they use to measure it

richie makes faces at eddie in the mirror every morning until he finally can’t hold back his laughter anymore

sometimes they shower lazily together, but they generally end up getting distracted, so most of the time one of them will get breakfast ready instead

whoever ends up being the one to get breakfast ready leaves a little note in the fog on the mirror before they go downstairs

generally it’s variations of I love you and you’re so cute and nice ass and sometimes richie chooses to draw pictures instead, which are anything from a messy plate of spaghetti to suggestive stick figure drawings that have eddie’s cheeks pinking as he tries to hold back his smile

eddie is pleasantly surprised the first time richie prepares breakfast, because when he arrives to the kitchen, richie has fruit and yogurt and (only slightly burnt) toast set out for the both of them

the toast is cold by the time they eat it, choosing instead to make out against the counter and giggle about nothing in particular, just enjoying each other’s presence

more often than not it’s decently healthy options by eddie’s preference, but at least once a week when it’s eddie’s turn, he gets richie’s favorite cereal (cinnamon toast crunch) or he makes french toast and they use almost a whole bottle of syrup every time, and they share a sugary sweet kiss before they part ways

richie always straightens eddie’s clothes for him if they’re wrinkled or askew, and eddie always puts richie’s hair back in place and cleans the smudges off his glasses before they walk out the door

at first, being apart is obviously difficult

they both get reprimanded for constantly texting each other while at work

things do get a bit easier as time goes on (but mostly they both get better at sneaking their phones out at work)

and every night when they return home, they hold each other while they talk about their days; they talk about that new movie on netflix they need to watch this weekend

and they fall asleep in each other’s arms, looking forward to the next morning when they get to do it all over again

[softest-cinnamon-roll]

reddie + 50 💕💕💕

50. There’s a statue of our school’s founder in the quad on campus and as a joke, I’ve been dressing them up in sweaters and dresses and you’re the journalist determined to find this prankster.

* * * * *

Eddie adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder as he walked onto Yale’s Campus after Winter Break. After spending two weeks with his mother, he couldn’t wait to get back into his regular routine and meet up with his friends. Eddie had forgotten just how much of a pain she was, and even though New Haven, Connetticut wasn’t that far from Derry, Maine it was still far enough for him.

“Eddie! You’re back!” The voice of his close friend Mike called from behind him. Eddie turned around just as MIke reached him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Happy New Year, did you have a nice Winter Break?” Mike’s smile was unusually large, which screamed to Eddie that something exciting had happened to Mike over the two weeks they were seperated.

He shrugged, stepping back as they both fell into step with one another, walking further into the campus. “It was alright, mom was her usual self and I spent most of it in my room, writing.” He cocked his head to the side. “What about you? You’re smiling very brightly right now, did something happen?”

Mike blushed and that basically confirmed it to Eddie, “Okay, fine. I keep forgetting that you have an eye for that kind of thing. Nothing gets past Eddie Kaspbrak.” He bit down on his lip. “So you know how I decided to stay on campus this year, as my parents were on that couples cruise?” Eddie nodded his head. “Well, Stan Uris, from my History class also stayed behind and we...got talking. We went on a few dates and uh, now we’re dating.”

“Mike, that’s amazing!” Eddie grinned, pulling his friend into another tight hug. Eddie knew Stan Uris, he was in his English Lit class and he was presentable, kind and very friendly. He was also friends with Yale’s resident ‘jokester’, Richie Tozier. Richie Tozier lived in the same dorm block as Eddie, and ever since they met had been nothing but a total flirt towards him. Yeah, he was hot, but Eddie really didn’t want to be another notch on his bedpost. “I’m so happy for you.”

They turned the corner into the main area of the campus, only to stop short as their eyes cast upon the statue of one of Yale’s Founders; Abraham Pierson. His statue was surrounded by students, which was the first weird thing since everyone avoided it, but it soon became clear why they were focusing now. The statue was wearing a dress, a pink frilly dress. Eddie blinked a few times, looking at all the students videoing the mess of their founders statue.

“Seriously? Is it just me or do you find this really disrespective?” Eddie asked Mike, feeling him nod next to him. Before he could say anything else about the matter, they were joined by Stan and none other than Richie Tozier. “Hi Stan, Richie. Good Winter Break?” Stan moved to Mike’s side immediately, while Richie inched closer to Eddie.

“I had a great time off, Eds. What about you?” Richie asked, raising an eyebrow at him and Eddie hated the way it made his stomach flutter. “What do you think of the statue? I mean you are the president of the university newspaper, I’m guessing you’re going to do your best to find the culprit?”

Eddie crossed his arms, “I’m guessing you had nothing to do with this? Considering you’re being so cool about it?” He asked and Richie broke into a wide smirk, moving closer to Eddie and he had to try his best not to blush.

“I’m not going to give away the game, Eds,” Richie whispered into his ear before pulling back and winking right at him. “You gotta put those journalist skills to good use and figure it out for yourself!” He took a step away from Eddie, that stupid smile still on his face until he turned his back to him and walked towards the student rec building.

Why did Richie make Eddie’s blood boil and at the same time want him to pull him into his arms and kiss him senseless? He let out a breath and reached into his bag, pulling out his notepad before walking through the crowd towards the statue. He looked around it, making notes of the type of dress that was used, as well as the fact that the tag was still on. It was clearly bought on the cheap, and the makeup used on the face on the statue was clearly borrowed. By the time he was done, Mike and Stan had gone and he packed up his evidence, heading inside to begin putting his story together.

A few weeks passed and every few days, Eddie would update the paper with new evidence in regards to the prankster who was violating the Founders Statue. The dress wasn’t just a one off, but in fact something that happened every night. Eddie tried to catch the culprit in the act, but they would change up their schedule so he was always too late by the time he arrived. However, Eddie was pretty confident that he knew who the perpetrator was.

Richie. It was Richie.

He figured it out the day he stopped by at Stan and Richie’s apartment to see Mike. Richie had red spray paint sitting on the counter as well as a feather boa and the following morning the statue was covered in red spray paint and adorning a feather boa on its head. Yet, Eddie wasn’t ready to expose him yet, as the whole running around each other was starting to be way too much fun.

“Eds, hey wait up!” Richie called out to him as he walked to his final class of the day. It was Friday and Eddie was looking forward to heading back to his dorm and getting into his pyjamas. He turned around, a rare smile on his face when he was chatting with Richie. “Hey, what are you doing tonight?”

That took Eddie by surprise and he raised his eyebrows, “Uh, I don’t have any plans...why?” He asked, holding his books closer to his chest. His heart was racing a little faster than it was a minute ago, and he was smiling just a little wider.

Richie ran a hand through his hair, a nervous smile on his face, something that Eddie had never seen in relation to Richie before. “I was wondering, and you have every right to say no, but would you want to maybe get dinner with me tonight?” He was looking down at the ground until he had finished the question and he looked up to meet Eddie’s eyes, hopeful.

“You want to take me out to dinner?” Eddie asked, tilting his head to the side as he stepped a little closer to Richie. He was hoping that it would make Richie a little less nervous and he smiled softly as Richie nodded his head. “Sure, pick me up at seven.”

The expression on Richie’s face changed from nervous to elated, “Really? You want to go out with me tonight? At seven?” He moved his hand down, brushing his fingers against Eddie’s softly. It took Eddie by surprise, as he had never seen Richie be so...careful around him before. It was cute and endearing if Eddie had to be honest. In fact, it only made Eddie want to kiss Richie all the more.

He smirked and nodded his head, stepping completely into Richie’s space and setting his hands on his shoulders. Richie was significantly taller than Eddie, therefore he had to push up on his toes so they were face to face. “You better not be late, Tozier.” He bit down on his lip before pulling out one of Richie’s moves, moving his lips to his ear. “Oh, and I know it was you vandalising the statue.”

Richie let out a squeaky sound, leaning back a little with worry in his eyes. “Are you-”

“Just don’t be late,” Eddie grinned, leaning up and pressing a kiss to Richie’s cheek before stepping back and walking towards his final class of the day.

His Friday was suddenly looking a little more exciting.

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