#first i love you

[hitmewithsomebooks]

@jegulus-microfic Feb 12 - fireside

1331 words

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James couldn't sleep. He'd tossed and turned for the past hour and a half, and he really wasn't good at laying there and waiting for nothing.

Frustrated, he got out of bed, deciding he’d go visit Regulus. He grabbed his wand, the map, and the invisibility cloak, throwing it over himself before descending the stairs. Just as he made it to the portrait hole, a voice rang out.

"Where are you off to so late at night, prongs?"

Fuck. Damn Moony and his werewolf senses.

James contemplated simply ignoring him and leaving, but he knew Remus would just bring it up later, possibly in front of Sirius. And he knew what this was really about. He sighed, removing the cloak and going over to the couch.

"Sit," Remus invited, patting the cushion next to him. "Let's have a little fireside chat".

James complied, plopping himself down at the other end.

"I'm going to get right to the point, James." Remus said, and James knew this was serious because they rarely used each other's real names.

"Are you dating Regulus?" He asked, looking a sheepish James in the eye. The other boy gulped, shifting in his seat. He knew there was no lying to Moony.

"Yes." He forced out, sweating under Remus's firm gaze. The werewolf let out a breath and closed his eyes.

"Really, James? Sirius's little brother?" James could hear the disappointment in his voice, and he felt almost like he was being scolded by his father.

"I didn't choose it, alright? It just kind of... happened. Trust me, moony, I tried not to give in. " James whined, and Remus shot him a disbelieving look.

"Yeah? For how long, exactly?"

"Well I don't know about exactly, but..."

"Prongs." 

"Maybe a week?" Remus rolled his eyes, groaning.

"C'mon, Remus, look how head-over-heels you are for Sirius! There's a certain charm around the Black brothers. You know it. They're both basically the heads of their houses because of it." James tried to reason, until Remus shot him a deadly look.

"So you're just dating him because he's alluring? Shiny?  What, are you going to drop him the moment he graduates and falls from Slytherin princehood?" Remus growled, and James realized his mistake.

"What?! No, no no no no no! It's not like that, Remus, I swear. I don't care about shit like that, you know that!" James insisted, his tone growing desperate.

"I do know that, James. But like you said, the Black brothers are alluring." Remus snarked, and now James was getting frustrated. This wasn't how he saw Regulus at all. How did Moony not know this? Is this really how Remus viewed him??

"Fuck, Remus, that's not what I meant!" James bellowed, and Remus's eyebrows raised. James huffed, settling down again before he woke up the whole of Gryffindor tower.

"Then what did you mean, prongs?" Remus pressed, still questioning, but his tone was slightly gentler now.

"I... I just... I was just trying to tell you deeply he affected me, Remus. How I truly couldn't resist. I feel like he used a fucking stupefy on me, I swear, he caught me so off guard. I don't see him as some shiny, popular object, Remus. He's so much more, he's everything..." James trailed off, looking distraught. He'd always struggled with putting his thoughts and feelings into words, and right now they really mattered. Thankfully for James, Remus understood. He could see the love the Gryffindor held for the younger boy.

"I believe you, prongs. You love him, don't you?" Remus queried softly, and James nodded his head, dropping it into his hands. "So much, Moony." He whispered, his voice cracking. Remus rubbed a hand along his back.

"You're going to have to tell him at some point." The werewolf told him, and James groaned.

"Which one?"

Remus let out a humorless chuckle.

"Both, at some point. You should probably tell Regulus first, though." He advised, patting his friend's back before standing up, wincing as his knees creaked. James looked up at him, eyes wide. Remus could see the wetness around them.

"Now?" He quavered, and Remus gave him a sympathetic look.

"Not necessarily right now, if you're not ready. But it should be sooner rather than later."

James worried his bottom lip between his teeth, looking to be at war.

"I... I think I'm gonna tell him now." He decided, though he looked scared.

"Yeah?"

"I... yeah. I need to." James confirmed, expression firmer now.

"I'm proud of you, prongs." Remus praised, and James gave him an appreciative, if slightly watery, smile, before slipping out the portrait hole.

*

When Regulus opened the door, he was met by nothing. He looked around, confused, before a head appeared from thin air. A gasp escaped him, and quickly and tanned hand appeared and landed over his mouth. James's eyes were imploring on his floating face, and he slowly lowered his hand, grasping Regulus's arm instead. The younger boy closed the dorm door as silently as possible, before following James out into the common room.

In the warm glow of the fireplace, Regulus could see James's matted eyelashes and glossy eyes, liked he'd been crying.

"What's wrong?" He asked, cradling the older boy's cheek, brows furrowed. James leaned into it, smiling, and Regulus relaxed slightly. Chocolate eyes opened again, meeting Regulus's, and James grasped one of his hands.

"Nothing, love. Just wanted to see you."

Regulus frowned, rubbing his thumb along James's cheek.

"You look like you were crying. What's wrong?" Regulus pushed, his voice growing unsteady. James made a soothing noise, pulling Regulus close and kissing his forehead.

"Just... Remus found out about us." James mentioned, like it was a very simple thing. It wasn't.

"What?!" Regulus whisper-yelled, lurching his head back and out of James's grasp. He was more aware of his volume than James, thankfully. 

"Don't worry, he won't tell Sirius! Everything's fine." The older boy promised, clasping Regulus's hands in his own.

"Then why are you here?" Regulus questioned, his voice slightly panicked. He felt his heartbeat racing.

"To tell you that I love you, Reggie." James answered softly, and now Regulus didn't feel his heart at all.

"You- you what." The boy wheezed, feeling as though he'd forgotten how to breathe properly.

"Hey, hey, don't worry, you don't have to say anything back, I just wanted you to know. C'mon, Reggie, shh, it's okay." James soothed as he pulled Regulus into his lap, cradling him. Regulus felt like there was cotton in his ears, James's voice coming through all fuzzy and muffled.

James loved him.

James loved him.

Was this real?

"I love you too." He managed, and even his own voice sounded cottony. The silence he was met with, though, was clear, like someone had poured a bucket of ice over him. He knew it. It wasn't real.

He struggled to escape James's grasp, who seemed to snap out of his trance.

"You love me?" His voice wondered, sounding nothing short of shocked. This made Regulus pause.

"Well of course I do, James." He whined, and suddenly warm brown eyes were staring into his own.

"Fuck, I love you, Reg." James beamed, his eyes crinkling with joy. Regulus gaped a moment, still blinking himself back into reality.

"I love you too?" He answered, still unsure. James chuckled, biting his lip.

"You sure?" It had to be, now. James's joy was too radiant not to feel, not to be absolutely real.

"Yes." Regulus gasped, leaning forward. Their foreheads pressed together. "Yes, I love you, James."

"I love you too, baby."

"I love you."

"I love you." James chuckled, eyes still crinkled, running a hand through Reggie's hair.

"I love you." Regulus said, amazed by the feel of his words on his tongue. Words he hadn't said in years. At least a decade. Now that he could say them, hear them, he never wanted to stop.

"Say it again, Jamie."

"I love you."

"I love you."

#james potter #regulus black #jegulus #jegulus microfic #remus lupin #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #idiots in love #first I love you #love #marauders era #fireside chat

[dessertbird]

Daily Destiel 💙💚

Love isn’t a human weakness. It’s a strength. 🥹😍❤️

#Destiel #deancas #destiel is canon #their love is real #human weakness? #don’t think so #first I love you

[enigmaticemperor]

So, I know I'm a bit late, but here's my version of Hinny's first 'I love you'.

Written for @hinnyfest

#1 First I love You

She couldn’t breathe. All the air was knocked out of her when she saw him lying face down on the floor, glasses askew, as they always were, dark hair in disarray, looking as pale as moonlight, but motionless. 

No, he couldn’t be. He was Harry. Her Harry. He would get up now and finish that monster once and for all. He had to.

She was being held up by Ron and she didn’t think she could even stand up without his support as she heard Tom taunting them. 

“Harry Potter is dead.

Ginny woke up with a scream, and sat up in her bed, in a cold sweat, tears running down her cheeks. She looked over at the unoccupied cot, grateful that Hermione was in Australia, so she couldn’t hear her wake up from a nightmare, screaming. ‘But it was real,’ she thought, ‘and he is alive and breathing now.’

She needed some fresh air. 

She threw the covers off her, cursing as they tangled around her even more, and made her way down the creaking stairs, skipping the third one by habit.

She didn’t have a destination in mind but wasn’t surprised when she found herself in front of the tree where she and Harry spent a lot of their time back in the summer before fifth.

But what surprised her was Harry slumped against the base of the tree, his lips slightly parted, glasses still on his face as he slept. ‘He looks so young and so calm while asleep,’ she thought, her heartbeat now returning to its regular rate.

She made her way to him and laid her head on his shoulder, delicately enough not to wake him up, and instantly fell asleep.

Ginny didn’t know how long it had passed since she fell asleep, but it must not have been long as it was still dark outside. 

She blinked blearily and looked up to see emerald green eyes staring at her in adoration. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized when she caught him staring, “You were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you up.”

She inwardly rolled her eyes fondly. Only Harry would apologize for something like that.

She just snuggled into him more, and he chuckled lightly, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing his lips into her hairline.

“Want to talk about it?” she asked.

He laid his head on hers. “I’m good now that you’re here.”

“Why didn’t you wake me instead?”

He smiled at her with a look in his eyes that she could only describe as love. “You looked so peaceful, so content, so tiny - ”

“Excuse me?” Ginny laughed, sitting up to look at him.

“You heard me,” Harry said teasingly.

“Tiny. Wow, Harry. If anyone else said that, they would’ve had bats coming out of their nose,” she smiled, leaning back against him, “You’re lucky that I love you.”

She didn’t realize what she had said until she felt Harry’s lips on hers and she immediately responded. 

Harry pulled back and rained kisses all over her face, nipped at her earlobe and trailed down her throat, as she raised her head to give him more access, before he looked into her eyes and said, a bright smile adorning his face, which she was sure was on hers too, “I love you too.”

She wasn’t surprised that this was how it happened. Their first ‘I love you’ was impulsive, unplanned, both under the cover of the night sky to escape nightmares.

But it was them.

#hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #ginny potter #harry james potter #hinnyfest #hinnyfest november 2k22 #ginevra molly weasley #hinny fic #potter #weasley #nightmare mention #after the war #first i love you

[the-type-a]

Duncney Week 2023

(9•13) Day 4: First “I Love You.”

AO3 | FanFic | TikTok | Twt

Three Words, Eight Letters

(Read under break)

Duncan was not the type of person to show his emotions. So imagine his surprise when Courtney Rosales entered his life. Courtney was not the type of person to let her emotions rule her. So imagine her surprise when Duncan Robustelli crashed into her life. It was not love at first sight for either of them, but it was indeed something. Maybe irritation. But that irritation slowly but surely turned into infatuation, which scared them.

The two tiptoed around their feelings for a long time. So much so that everyone knew what they tried to suppress until Duncan and Courtney were left in a cramped room to settle their differences. They lasted about five minutes before the tension between them snapped in two. Their friends thoroughly regretted opening that door in fear of them being “too quiet.”

Fast forward three months, and the couple was inseparable. No, they were not constantly with each other, but if something happened, it took seconds before they were side by side, like Bonnie and Clyde. Duncan and Courtney understood each other on a deeper level than most. It was one of the reasons their relationship became serious sooner rather than later. In a way, they were lucky to have found one another– yet they were terrified to say those three words to seal the deal.

Still, they found ways to show their love without physically saying it. One of the most significant ways this was shown was how Duncan and Courtney grew as individuals. Where Duncan once would lash out and get in serious trouble with the local authority, he now steered clear of petty fights. He also tended to think through situations rather than taking a gamble. Then, there was Courtney, who was learning to live more spontaneously. She had a habit of planning out her days months in advance, which resulted in her being so unbelievably stressed that she was seeing a therapist. Now, she was slowly coming out of her comfort zone and was enjoying it.

Everything was going smoothly. Duncan and Courtney butted heads occasionally, but never how they had once done. All that pent-up emotion was released in other ways. That was until the day Duncan decided to throw a punch at some preppy prick for thinking Courtney was available. It happened quickly; everyone was at Geoff’s house when this guy who thought the world revolved around him strutted in. He took one good look at Courtney and let his mouth run.

Duncan didn’t remember how many times his fist collided with this person’s face, but he did remember Courtney’s scream to stop. DJ and Geoff pulled the two apart as Courtney stormed into the house with Bridgette. Oh, she was pissed. Duncan cleaned his hand before treading into the house; Bridgette was back outside, trying to handle the situation by then.

“You stupid ogre! Why would you do something like that?!”

“Relax, Princess, the prick deserved it for what he said about you.”

“Oh, my knight in shining armor!” Her sarcasm was obvious, “I can handle whoever comes my way.”

“Well, I only did it because I love you.”

There, he said it. He had said it even if it was in the middle of an argument. His eyes locked on Courtney’s as she took in his words. Her eyebrow seemed to twitch at the irritation, yet her features softened as everything registered.

“Yeah, well, I love you too.” She said without breaking eye contact.

Duncan swore his heart jumped at the sound of those words leaving her lips. She loved him, too.

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Well, you better!”

Courtney stayed in place as Duncan’s feet scuffed the floor, and the dining room table screeched as he pushed it out of his way. Neither wasted time on crashing their lips together, all the anger evident from its intensity. But slowly, their kisses turned tender, and as they pulled away, they kept their eyes closed, savoring the moment they had just shared. When they opened, Duncan and Courtney could only smile at each other. So what if he gave someone a severe concussion?

#the-type-a #duncney #duncney week #duncney week 2023 #td courtney #td duncan #total drama courtney #total drama duncan #day 4 #first i love you #my writing

[starker-sorbet]

Tony waking up in bed after falling asleep while working in the lab with Peter. And upon seeing that the younger man took him to bed and tucked him in before passing out on top of the covers himself Tony can't help but confess his love for Peter out loud, even if he can't hear Tony. Unaware that Peter himself woke up when his enhanced senses detected Tony stirring awake and that he heard Tony's words clearly. Words that he easily reciprocated to Tony's shock and joy.

@tstarksbingospectacular fill : G4 - First 'I love you' bingo card below

#tstarksbingospectacular #starker #peter parker is over 18 here #first i love you #moodboard #my moodboard

[michael-aftonz]

hello wesper fans . today i bring u a small drabble because they are eating my brain like worms.

title: *perfect by ed sheeran plays in the bg*

word count: 1529

pairing: jesper fahey and wylan van eck

genre: fluff, hurt(worried)/comfort

warnings: none! just them being gay.

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After fits of tossing and turning, Wylan decided he would forgo sleep and head downstairs. Something didn’t feel quite right, like there was something wrong. Along with this, he didn't feel the familiar weight of Jesper next to him. Maybe a nice, warm drink would ease his restless mind? He hoped so, anyway. His socked feet hit the wooden floor with a silent thump and he shuffled out of his second floor bedroom.

He glanced around the hallway, trying to remember his way towards the stairs. Despite living in his father’s - well, now his - house for some time now, Wylan couldn't help feeling like an imposter. There were things that belonged in this environment; the dusty, patterned rug, the oversized vanity, the bookshelves scattered all around, and the various rooms that he had never explored but Wylan never felt like one of those things – he wasn't sure he ever would. How was he supposed to run the “Van Eck Empire” if he couldn't even read the documents that needed his signature? He didn't know, but at least he had Jesper to help him. He could feel the giant bookshelf's presence mocking him so he hurriedly descended down the stairwell.

Once he had reached the bottom, Wylan let out a small sigh of relief and headed towards the kitchen. However, something caught his eye as he was passing by the room he and Jesper used as an office. There was a small light on, papers scattered around in a haphazard manner, and a very tired looking Jesper pouring over what Wylan could only assume was more paperwork.

He stayed silent for a moment, creeping closer to the door and watching. Jesper didn't notice him, as he had been intently reading a wrinkled piece of paper.

“Jes?” Wylan spoke, finally making his presence known.

Jesper looked up and his tense expression immediately softened as he noticed Wylan’s curls were tousled and that his cheeks were flushed like he had just woken up. He scooted over to allow Wylan more room to sit. The younger of the two walked into the room and plopped himself down next to Jesper on the bench. He laid a hand on Wylan’s rosy cheeks and attempted to muster up a smile.

“What are you doing up so late?” The red head asked - concern filling his voice - as he leaned into Jesper’s hand. The touch was warm and the air around them was significantly colder than he'd prefer.

“I could ask you the same thing, Merchling,” The older joked back - he'd even brought out the old nickname, which warranted an eye roll from Wylan.

“I'm serious, Jesper. You look like you haven't slept in days.”

Jesper sighed, rubbing his tired eyes with his free hand. It was hard to tell with the dim lighting, but dark circles had nestled in the crooks underneath his eyes.

In truth; he hadn't been sleeping well, or at all, really. He had received a letter from his father that stated he wanted Jesper and Wylan to come visit and then meet his mother’s people. He was worried, not about his father or Wylan - they had already met and Jesper knew his father had approved of the mercher’s son -, but he was worried about how the other zowa would react to him. Of course, he absolutely wanted to meet them, but he knew they'd be expecting him to be exactly like his mother. He had loved his mother deeply, but he was not her. He didn't have the control over his gifts like his mother – despite his agreement to train with other Fabrikators – and he was frightened more than he’d ever been (and that is saying a lot, since he broke into the Ice Court and survived several Kherguud attacks) all because he didn't want to disappoint his mother's people. Despite this, Jesper knew he could trust Wylan. He didn't want to keep this from him, especially since Wylan had a sixth sense for when Jesper was hiding something or feeling off kilter.

“Yeah.. you're right, Wy. I haven't,” Jesper began, picking up the crumpled paper once again before continuing, “You see, Da sent a letter; he wants us to visit.”

“But that's great? Your dad loves you, Jes.”

“I know. That isn't the part I’m worried about. He wants me to meet the other zowa – that is, the Grisha who knew my mother,” He glanced down at the desk, a small, bittersweet smile spread across his face as he remembered his mother.

Wylan gave a small nod and placed his hand reassuringly over Jesper’s - which was still rested on Wylan's face, his thumb absentmindedly tracing over the freckles that dusted across the shorter boy’s face - and signaled for him to continue.

“It's just.. I don't know what they think of me, Wy. Not to mention I was told to hide my gifts all my life– I'm not even sure I know what I’m doing now, with the help and training I’m receiving.” Jesper's always positive, jokester attitude was starting to crumble as the last word slipped out of his mouth and he moved to bury his face in his hands. “What if I disappoint them? Wylan, I don't think I can go through with this. They thought so highly of my mother, I can't shatter their dreams because I can't use my power like she did. She-” his voice quivered and his breath hitched, “she was so great, Wy. She helped so many people. I.. I haven’t. I haven't helped anyone.”

“Jes,” Wylan started, scooting closer to the older, “look at me.” Jesper did, and Wylan could see the tears streaming down his face. “Inej once told me ‘we are not our fathers’ and I believe that applies here, too. Your mother was amazing, but you are not her. You're Jesper. You have different strengths and weaknesses than her, do not compare yourself to the things she has done.”

“Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, I don't want to hear you say you haven't helped anyone ever again, okay?” Wylan moved his hands to the sides of Jesper's face, using his thumb to brush away the tears that slipped out.

“You have helped me so much. You were there when I discovered my mother was alive, you were the one who brought me to the Dregs in the first place, and you are the reason I'm able to continue this ‘Van Eck Empire’. Please, Jes, see yourself the way I do. You are an amazing sharpshooter and you care so much about people. I know what it feels like to disappoint someone and you are not going to disappoint them, Jesper. You're perfect and amazing and so handsome and I- I love you.” Wylan had said that last part without thinking, and his cheeks flushed a bright red. Neither of them had said it before, despite being together for some time now.

Jesper had his mouth agape, taken back by the phrase that had just been spoken, “What?”

“I said.. I love you,” Wylan responded, his cheeks still bright red. He let out a laugh - more of embarrassment than anything - as he continued, “I love you, Jesper Fahey. I love you so much.”

The widest smile ever spread across the taller’s features and he placed his own hands over Wylan's. “I love you too, Wylan Van Eck.”

Jesper pulled Wylan closer and placed a kiss onto the freckled boy’s lips. He soon pulled away, resting his forehead against Wylan’s. There were literal stars in their eyes and Jesper could swear the room had gotten brighter.

The two kissed again, and again, and again until the weight had disappeared from Jesper’s chest.

“You really know how to make someone feel better, don't you, Merchling?” The taller joked before moving his hand to ruffle Wylan’s still messy curls.

“Now, come on. I may not be able to read but I can make a mean cup of tea.” Wylan practically jumped off the shared bench, tugged on Jesper’s arm until he stood up, then laced their fingers together and dragged him into the kitchen.

As the tea was being heated, Jesped moved behind Wylan and wrapped his arms around him, leaning his head on his shoulder. He had almost a foot on the boy so he had to lean down, but he didn't mind. All Jesper wanted to do was hold Wylan close and never let go. He still couldn't believe he had been lucky enough to end up with Wylan, but he would simply thank all the Saints and love him unconditionally.

Wylan leaned back against the Zemeni boy’s chest and closed his eyes with a content sigh.

Jesper placed a peck on Wylan’s cheek, though there was still something that didn't feel quite right. He felt as if this could just slip out of his fingers at any moment, which was something he really didn't want. Before he knew it, Jesper had begun to speak.

“Hey, Wy?”

“Mm?”

“Do me a favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

“Stay with me.”

“Always.”

And with that, Wylan turned around and placed another kiss onto Jesper’s lips then he smiled up at him.

“I'll always stay with you.”

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i couldn't think of a title so enjoy that 🫶🏻

#wesper #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #wylan hendriks #soc #ck #six of crows #six of crows duology #crooked kingdom #grishaverse #jesper x wylan #theyre gay ur honor #i'm gonna go cry now #ollie's writings #my work #gay #soc fanfic #soc fandom #first i love you #wesper fanfic #jesper x wylan fanfic #shadow and bone #shadow and bone trilogy #leigh bargudo

[angelbutterfly-writes]

I Love You, But No.

"Tim." Lucy pleads, her grip on his bicep surprisingly strong as she steers him to the parking lot. "C'mon. Let's go see the fireworks at Long Beach."

"No." He holds firm, having half a mind to pick her up then and there and carry her all the way back into the house if she refused to give up. "It'll be a cesspool of deviants and miscreants just waiting for the right opportunity to cause havoc. I don't know about you, but I would rather start my new year in peace and comfort, not tracking down a dozen criminals through a crowd of thousands."

"But it's our first New Years together." Her lips curl in a pout, eyes growing wide to resemble that of Kojo's.

"I love you, Lucy, but no-"

Her steps are suddenly at a halt. For a second, the world stops moving, and she holds her breath. She blinks once... Twice...

"Lucy?" He stops beside her, eyeing her frozen frame. "What's wrong? Are you ok?"

"What... What did you just say?" She loosens her grip, taking slow steps back onto the grass.

"What did I say?" He takes careful steps towards her.

"Whoa." His arms wind around her waist before she can trip, pulling her close into his side as he replays their conversation. He hadn't said much except...

"I love you, Lucy, but no."

#Chenford #chenford fanfic #the rookie #lucy chen #tim bradford #chris sanford #kojo #new year #songfic #first i love you #chenfordweek23 #Relentless exes

[swirlymarimo]

Sanji: Marimo~

Zoro: *putting his dumbbell down* Hm?

Sanji: You didn't come down for lunch.

Zoro: *squinting at the clock* Crap. I'm sorry Curly.

Sanji: Because I'm the ships cook its my responsibility not to let anyone go hungry so *pulls up a tray of food, water and sake*

Zoro: I love you.

Sanji: *blushes* uh-

Zoro: Sorry you don't have to say it back I just- uh- well

Sanji: I love you too marimo

Zoro: w-what?

Sanji: *blushing* I love you. I can say it back.

#zosan #zoro x sanji #zoro and sanji #zosan script #not incorrect quotes #original zosan script #my post #first i love you

[bythehearts]

4am calls and confessions (jegulus)

As he wakes up to the sound of his ringtone, Regulus knows one thing and one thing only: he’s going to murder whoever is on the other end.

He pulls his pillow on his face and groans before reaching out with his arm to grab his phone, and the display lights up to read “James Potter”. Of fucking course.

One dramatic eye roll later, “What is it?” he growls into the phone.

“Do you know the story of Paolo and Francesca?” an overly-excited voice says on the other end.

“The story of…?” Regulus rubs his face. “James it’s 4 in the morning”

“The story of Paolo and Francesca,” James repeats, entirely ignoring Regulus’ second statement, “do you know it?”

“Yeah, James, I do kno-“ Regulus is still exasperatedly rubbing his face, until a realization stops him mid-thought, “are you reading Dante’s ‘Inferno’?”

“Ohh, that’s what the book’s called?” he replies, and Regulus cannot hold back his second eye roll, “I was just reading this kid’s post about it, and it’s so your thing. Do you want to hear about it? I promise you’ll love it.”

Regulus is about to restate that he does, in fact, know the story, or try to bring the attention back to the fact that it is still 4 in the morning, but then he imagines James on the other end with that sparkle in his eyes, reading a story on his computer screen just because he thought Regulus would like it and wanted to tell him about it. Well, that does something to his heart. So he just give in with one big sigh, “Sure James, tell me about it.”

Then, Regulus is sure he can hear the smile on James’ lips as he starts to tell about the Lord and the Lady and The Stupid Book and for fuck’s sake this man is such an idiot, Regulus finds himself thinking, but on god if he’s not an angel for this too.

“James,” he whispers.

James is too far gone on his train of thought to notice, though, so he just keeps telling the story.

“James,” he tries again.

He only gets the same results.

“James,” he says again, louder this time.

“Nono, wait this the good part! It’s when the lord—“

“I love you,” Regulus says, as soon as he’s sure to have his attention.

The phone that only seconds ago was an uninterrupted flow of words is now completely silent. At first Regulus laughs, because if he had known that that’s what it would take to get James Potter to shut up, he would’ve done it way sooner. Until it’s not funny anymore, because should it really take him this long to say something?

“James?” he tries tentatively, with an ounce of panic creeping up in his voice.

“Yeah, sorry, I- I love you too,” he says in a broken voice “God, I love you so much, Reg”

A sheepish smile breaks through Regulus’ face. “You’re not seriously crying right now,” he teases, but unable to keep the fondness out of his voice.

“No! What?” he says in a hopeless defense, but the squeak in his voice did gave him away.

“Oh my God.” Reg rolls his eyes for the hundredth time? hundred and tenth?

He really does love him lots, though.

“No, I— listen, I just wasn’t expecting you to say that right now, okay?”

“Well, I meant it”

“Yeah?” James lets out without intending to, “I mean— me too, obviously”

Regulus just chuckles, so they sit with that for a while. Neither of them talking, just basking in the truth that Regulus loves James and James loves Regulus.

Until, “you were saying about the Lord?”

#I literally wrote this at 4am I have no idea if it makes sense #marauders #first i love you #james x regulus #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #james potter x regulus black #jegulus fic

[mariabya]

What I think will happen at the end of 5x19

-Lucy has second thoughts about becoming detective

-She tells Tim

-Tim feels like he's the reason she doesn't follow her dream.

-They fight

-"You have to do this! You love undercover work!"

-"Well, I love you more!!"

I'm not fully sure what would happen next but I think that would be a cute first I love you.

#the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #5x19 #First I love you #Cute fools #That promo killed me

[prettybillycore]

Feels like Home || Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Summary: While babysitting the party, Steve realizes how much you feel like home.

Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 0.5k

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

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King Steve never felt like he had a home. He lived under a beautiful, yet lonely roof. His parents were never around. They weren’t around for holidays or birthdays, or summer pool parties. No, they left Steve the keys after the age of 10 and said, see you later. 

Things were different since he met you and your little brother Dustin. He had people to do things with, people who actually cared about his well-being. You watched movies, played D and D, and drove the party to the arcade. It was days like today when Steve realized how much his life had actually changed since seeing his first Demogorgon at the Byers’ house. 

The party was playing in his pool. The same one that Barb disappeared from. Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Mike were having a water fight. El and Max were relaxing in floaties, making fun of the boys. Joyce and Hopper were sitting in lawn chairs, drinking beer. Steve sat next to you on the edge of the pool. You were wearing your favorite bathing suit with a button-up pulled loosely over it. His hand rested under yours, fingers splaying into the concrete. 

He would never have felt so relaxed with his previous friends. They teased him and taunted him for everything he did. He was always on edge with them. He was never on edge with you. “What are you looking at, Steve? You asked. He had been looking you over gently for a minute or so now.

He chuckled and looked toward the kids playing in the water. “I’m just thinking about how nice this is and how beautiful you look.”

You smacked his shoulder lightly with your free hand. “Shut up, Harrington.” Steve never could get you to go out with him when he was friends with his old crew. You would barely even look him in the eye. Now, you had been dating for a few months. He couldn’t imagine his life without you and Dustin in it. “Steve? I didn’t mean that literally.”

“Sorry…” He replied sheepishly. The genuine concern in your eyes made his heart sore. “I was just lost in thought, is all.”

“What were you thinking about?”

He shifted his hand that had been on the pavement until it had a firm grasp on yours. “I’ve been thinking about how much I love you, love this, love all of you. I’ve never had people that feel like a family; people that feel like home before.”

Your heart clenched. You tightened your grip on Steve’s hand. “I love you too, Steve.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips, but he quickly grabbed your cheek with his free hand and pulled you back in. You scooted closer to Steve; he didn’t care how rough the concrete felt as he moved closer to you. 

He did, however, care when you both suddenly became sopping wet. “What did I say about kissing my sister in front of me, Harrington!”

You laughed, and Steve rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Dweeb!”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve and the party #steve and dustin #fanfiction #fluff #pure fluff #first i love you #cuteness #summervibes #stranger things steve #stranger things fic #stranger things fandom #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things season 2 #everything is fine #i am fine #fix it fic #there i fixed it #stranger things #fanfic #fuck you duffer brothers #the party #steve harrington's parents #family #i am crying #that’s what i call improvement

[bookishwum]

“Cooper, I love you, but if you don’t shut up I’m seriously going to punch you and then vomit all over you.”

“Kinky,” Cooper choked out.

— The Wolf At Bay, Charlie Adhara

#the wolf at bay #big bad wolf #charlie adhara #books #romance #quotes #werewolves #first i love you #they're idiots but i love them #this is gross but cute and funny

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

#dungeon meshi #falin touden #marcille donato #farcille #I always loved how chapter 27 ends with them both so bloody and 28 starts with them in the bath. #not just because of how iconic the bathtub moment is but because you know they had to scrap off so much gore first. #I think everyone in the party took a very long and methodical bath but Falin was basically *all* blood*. #Being covered in blood is one of those 'just girly things' that women deserve to stop being shamed about. #I just don't think Chilchuck is progressive enough. He probably made them take a bath first B*/ #Okay jestering aside I want to just highlight - #The magnitude of Marcille's joy at seeing her dearest friend again! Of holding her and sharing her presence in the same room! #Something about this reunion feels like a beautiful dream you are afraid of waking up from...

[cracklewink]

My Mane 6 Redesigns all together! I was going to post them separately but ended up finishing them all before I got around to it lol

#mlp #my little pony friendship is magic #my little pony #mlp fim #mlp redesign #earth pony twilight truthers where are you #bat pony fluttershy truthers where are you #dark color palette rarity truthers where are you #ALL OF YOU RISE WITH ME #im ESPECIALLY an earth pony twilight truther ever since I saw the old G5 concepts #I love the idea that Twilight's bonds with others are her true magic rather than beams or spells and I feel earth pony twi fits that well #since “the five elements brought together creates the sixth element magic“ aka friendship since FIM she embodies ”magic“ in a #more metaphorical sense #the star in her eyes is also a reference to the first ep when twilight says “the spark” ignited inside of her heart #plus the earth pony to alicorn pipeline is so cool and i like the idea of an earth pony being the bearer of the element of magic as a #fun contrast/its unexpected

[nouverx]

Louise never heard about puppy love, cause they don't know that term in France 💔

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Lyrics are from Louise by TV Girl ! I was listening to it yesterday and that specific line on the second page screamed Alastor I just had to draw something about it

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #radiostatic #one sided radiostatic #digital art #comic #autodesk sketchbook #alastor #tv girl #my art #first time drawing Vox wouhou sorry in advance if he's not accurate ahah #I love the fact that the entire fandom agreed Vox is pathetically in love with Alastor #Alastor would be such an asshole with people having romantic feelings towards him #especially men #that line from the song is so freaking cruel but goes SO hard #“I'm aroace but even if I wasn't I wouldnt even touch you with a stick :)” #aroace alastor #asexual alastor

[angelbutterfly-writes]

I Love Lucy

"Lucy! I love you. I love you." He shouts as she fades away, her frame disappearing behind the cursed double doors. "I love you."

                   I love you. I love you. I love you. 

It becomes a mantra, the only thing keeping him steady.

                   I love you. I love you. I love you.

It keeps him steady until he feels arms around his waist, gently nudging him until his head is buried in the crook of her neck.

Then it shifts.

                   I love her. I love her. I love her.

"I know you do." The woman soothes, softly stroking his hair as she leads him towards one of the chairs.

"I love her, Angela." His words are almost incomprehensible, his tears muffling each syllable, but she knows what he's saying. She knows what he means.

"I know." She continues to run her fingers down his arm, the tender touches grounding him. It's the only tangible thing that he can feel right now. It's the only thing he feels besides the fear and regret pooling deep in his being.

"I know." She reaffirms. "And I know she knows. She's always known like how you've always known."

"But..." He stutters, his voice sounding more small and childlike than she's ever heard before, and her heart aches for her best friend and the young officer who has become like a sister to her. "But I never told her. I never got the chance to tell her."

"Angela... What if..." His breath hitches as he tries to find the right words. "What if she... What if we... She might..."

"Shh. None of that now, Timothy." She chastises him. "We both know Lucy's stronger than this. Whatever happens, she'll bounce back stronger than ever, and before you know it, she'll be giving you grief for being so sappy right now."

The duo share a watery smile at that, but it doesn't quell the fear in his heart.

"You didn't see her, Angela." Images of the past hour flash through his mind, his fist clenching as his nails dig into his palms at horrible sight he wishes he never saw. "She was barely breathing. I could barely see her face and her arms, her legs... Everything was so bloody..."

He breathes. "I can't remember if they said she coded in the RA."

"Oh, Tim." She pulls him close once again. "I know we're not supposed to promise, but I promise you she'll be ok."

"How-" His voice cracks, making her wince. "How do you know?"

"Because she's Lucy." She simply says. "She's Lucy, and you're Tim, her fierce protector. No matter what happens, she'll always have you to rely on, she'll always have you watching her six."

"You'll be there to pick her up whenever she falls, and somehow your rough and tough nature will make her smile." She pats the man beside her. "You're all she needs. And she's all you need. Don't waste this chance."

"Ange-"

"Lucy Chen?" The voice breaks his train of thought and he jumps out of his seat. The rest of the doctor's words are a blur, only a single phrase standing out from the rest: "Room 1015".

He rushes up the stairs, leaving Angela to shake her head as she converses with the doctor. She's sure not a word he'd said had registered into his thick skull, and he'll definitely regret it later once he's seen her, and after the adrenaline dies down.

He stops right before the door, the three letters plastered over the entryway causing his heart to pound. Logically, he knows the only place she'd be after a major surgery is the ICU, but he can't help but feel that she shouldn't be here in the first place.

She shouldn't be lying helpless in front of him, connected to more tubes and wires than he can bother to count. She needs machines to keep her alive at this point and it scares him. 

Lucy Chen is the most vibrant, lively and active person he knows. She's fiercely independent and does not take well to being held down.

He's not sure what she'd think if she saw herself now. 'Maybe.' He thinks with a sad smile. 'She'd be fighting to get herself disconnected and out of here.'

He steps through the door, his footsteps in tune with the beat of her heart.

                            Beep. Thud. Beep. Thud. Beep. Thud.

His feet lead him to her bedside, his aching body crouching down beside her as he gingerly brushes the few stray locks from her forehead.

"Hey, Luce." He whispers, tears pooling in his eyes. "I'm here."

He chokes out a sob. "I'm here now. You don't have to be afraid. I'll protect you."

Placing a gentle kiss to her temple, he murmurs against the soft bruised skin. "I love you." 

This was inspired by @wanna-be-bold’s tumblr post:

“October 15th is National "I Love Lucy" (yes for the show but hear me out) day and I would love to do a challenge of people writing Tim saying I love you to Lucy for the first time or him telling someone else he loves her or gif manipulations of him saying I Love you to Lucy... basically any creation where Tim tells Lucy he loved her or telling others he loves her”

I know it’s not the 15th yet in most countries, but it’s currently 7 am of the 15th in mine, so I’ll start us of with this. You can also find this work at the link below. Happy reading.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42384273

#Chenford #the rookie #chenford fanfic #the rookie fanfic #tucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #angela lopez #protective tim bradford #hurt lucy chen #best woman angela lopez #first i love you #emotional hurt/comfort #national I Love Lucy day