#wooza

Wow... is for me???

Bonjour anon ^^

Le “maronnasse réaliste” peut être très beau mais c’est juste que ce n’est pas du tout mon truc. Quand je dessine avec une palette restreinte j’ai une impression de “pas fini” et je ne peux pas m’empêcher de rajouter un reflet bleuté ou un pull rouge sang à un moment où à un autre. Bah oui, la couleur, c’est la vie!

Tu vois par exemple aujourd’hui je suis allée à la Fondation Vuitton pour une expo sur Takashi Murakami et comment dire…même si niveau réalisme on repassera, niveau couleurs c’était la FÊTE!! Tout à fait ma came niveau art contemporain!

Oui, c’est pas léger…Mais si on parle peinture plus figurative et plus académique, le maronnasse n’est pas une obligation, dieu soit loué:

(Alma Tadema, Rivales inconscientes)

Requested by: @leah5684

Warning: Slight making out... And swearing, duh.

Summary: (Y/n) and Beverly have been friends forever, and Richie and her... We'll let's say they are "Good friends". At least that's what everyone thinks.

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(Y/n) had been friends with Beverly Marsh since they Were in diapers.

"(Y/n), are you Coming?” Beverly asked the (h/c) haired girl.

“I don't know… Are the boys going to stare at me the whole time?” (Y/n) sneered and Beverly rolled her eyes.

Everyone knew the Losers boys liked (Y/n). It's almost like they went out of their ways to make it obvious.

“I'll yell at them. Please! We are all going to have fun.” Beverly whined.

“Where are we even going?” (Y/n) pestered.

“To the quarry?” Beverly giggled as she watched (Y/n’s) eyes widen.

“F-fine.” (Y/n) was bored and wanted something to do anyway. Besides, Richie was going to be there.

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“(Y/n) l-looks s-s-so pretty.”

“Hot!”

“I think I have a boner.”

The boys chittered. (Y/n) rolled her eyes. Why her?

“Hey (Y/n). Are you a beaver because dam.” (Y/n) heard Richie yell.

“S-shut up.” (Y/n) stuttered. No one in the group knew, but Richie and (Y/n) had been dating for over 6 months now. Richie hearing the boys talk about her made him angry. But he had to keep it inside. Plus, no one would believe him. She was 17, and he is 15. She's hot and he's not.

“(Y/n) can I talk to you. Alone?” Richie asked the girl as she watched him back.

“Hold on guys. I'm going to talk to my girlfriend.” Richie winked to the guys but they just laughed. They didn't believe him.

“What Richie?” (Y/n) asked getting annoyed with the boy. He dragged her out into an empty Alley.

“I'm pissed.” Richie growled and slammed the girl against the wall.

“Richie not no-”

“Why not? Where else? When else?” Richie interrogated.

“Rich-’” The girl was cut off by Richie smashing their lips together. She didn't stop him though. She was filled with pure bliss. How could she stop?

“I love you so much. And you're mine.” He mumbled against her lips causing her to whimper. She was older, but he was just as grown up.

(Y/n’s) hands fell into Richie’s hair, tugging on little strands as they continued making out.

“Holy shit. He wasn't joking.” Eddie yelled. They both leaped off of each other and Richie fixed his glasses.

“H-he is a-a-actually dating h-her. W-what the f-fuck?” Bill stuttered and Beverly whistled.