big eyed kids

Detention - Reddie
(high school Reddie) mild sexual themes

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“You have one hour boys, I hope that you will be well behaved.”

“That’s not what your wife was last nigh-”

“Richie! Shut up!”

“You are gonna stop this damn fighting! Or you’ll never get out of here!”

The fuming teacher scowls at the two children in the desk filled highschool classroom. Eddie is in front, anxiously fumbling with his inhaler, attempting to not get in more trouble then she already was in, attentively listening to the teacher though round eyes of fear. He’s never had detention before, but Richie, the boy sitting two rows down, had been in this plain classroom for hours on end plenty of times.

His muddy converse on the desk with his hands behind his head, supporting his brown locks. Looking up at the teacher with a wide grin, his freckles stretching out to his cheekbones. The teacher just rolled her eyes and walked in annoyance out of the classroom. The door slowly closing behind him. The door creaked shut.

“I can’t fucking believe you trashmouth!”

Eddie spits, keeping his eyes strictly on the blackboard.

“Hey, I didn’t know that challenging the mascot to a dance battle was against the rules!”

Richie put his hands up in defence, looking at the back of Eddie’s head. Eddie shook his hair and mustered up a tight angry frown.

“Well you didn’t have to drag me into it right when the teacher came into the gym! And especially start flipping them off and make mom jokes while they dragged us away!”

He said, whipping his head back in frustration around to see the trashmouth in all his glory. Hands holding him onto the chair, keeping him in place except for his shoulders and head. “Tomatoe, tomato.”

Richie said with a shrug as he winked at the boy. The two have been dating for a couple weeks now, and frankly, it was the best time either of them have had in awhile. The gang didn’t really know yet, (Even though Beverly had her suspicions) but nonetheless the two felt so happy they could actually show their feelings. But of course they had their hiccups. They thought it would be just like having a bestfriend who you make out with, but now moments like these it’s been proven to be a tad bit frustrating. Eddie rolled his eyes and turned his head back, inspecting the blackboard. Richie crooked his neck, and slipped out a small grin. He fixated on the perfectly placed curls on Eddies big head. Richies smoothly lifted his long legs off the table and planted them on the floor. He slowly got up from his seat and walked up behind Eddie, Who didn’t even flnch.

“You know Eds, you really need to loosen up a bit, ya need to jerk off or something?”

Richie said as he started to rub Eddies shoulders, looking now at the top of his perfect head.

“Don’t call me Eds-”

Eddie’s head fell back as he cut himself off with a small moan emitted from his lips, the top of his head on Richies stomach. Richies boney yet nimble fingers took the wound up china doll and melted him in his very hands. A large grin stretched from Richies ear to ear.

“Woah Eds, if I knew you were that easy I woulda done this ages ag-”

“Shut up Richie.”

Eddie said as he grabbed the boy’s hands and threw them off of him.

“We’re supposed to be quiet Richie!”

Eddie spat as he looked up at the boy. He was trying to me intimidating, but he just looked adorable, looking up to Richie like that. Richies heart warmed and he grabbed the boy’s face, he bent down and pressed his lips on Eddies. A tad awkward, since they’re faces were opposite the other, causing for a bit of nose buding.

The two didn’t mind. It was a small moment. But it was theres.

The two loud personalities actually shut up.

Richie lifted his head, to just be looming over Eddie and gazed down at him, still cupping his face. The boy was washed in a bright pink, eyes closed. A bashful smile buzzed on Eddie’s thin pouted lips. Richie was so in love he didn’t even know what to do with himself. He slapped on a dopey grin and held Eddie’s golden curls in between his fingers. Eddies eyes cracked open and looked up at Richie. He started laughing at him.

“You’re such a fucking dork.”

Eddie lifted his head back up and sat up on his desk in one fluid action. His clean white tennis shoes on the chair and him plunked on the edge of the desk, his hands on his knees. Batting his eyelashes at Richie. He knew it was Richie’s weakness.

Richies heart fluttered looking at the big eyed kid. He threw his head back, clenching his own shirt.

“Oh why must you pain me Edward! First you don’t wanna get in trouble, then you dare look so hot and call me names!”

Richie spoke in a dumb voice. Eddie rolled his eyes, trying not to laugh at Richies silly impressions he swears he hates.

“Could you just shut the fuck up for like 5 minutes?”

Eddie spoke, staring at the idiot in front of him trying to fake cry.

“I think I could find a way.”

Richie quickly reputed, smiling as he put himself in between the boys knees, letting Eddie give out a small giggle, and Richie pressed his chapped lips to Eddie’s soft, red lips holding the boys waist, his hands moving up and down his back reassuringly under his shirt. Eddie was very softly pecking at first, letting Richie do all the work, Richie was so desperate, Eddie liked to give him a moment just to let him squirm. Richie groaned into Eddie, sloppily kissing his lower lip, Eddie laughed, but shortly became much more forceful with the kiss, his hands on either side of Richies face, pushing him into it, and confidently grabbed a lock of Richies hair and tugged. Hard.

Richie grunted and grasped Eddies back. His fingernails lightly scraping Eddies back. Causing Eddie to let out a loud moan between the boys lips.

“Quiet in there!”

A voice from the other room shouted out.

Richie and Eddies heads both shot up to the wall the voice came from. Still holding each other.

They slowly looked back at each other and started laughing, Eddie attempting to shush Richie but ending up laughing along with him.

“Who’s the dork now? Moaning like that!”

“You seemed to like it, trashmouth.”

No Son Of Mine, Peter + Yondu, Chapter 1

Yondu Udonta is many things, but a good father ain’t one of them - despite his best efforts.

Peter Quill is many things too, several of which he denies. Of these, the one he denies most stridently is when his captain calls him ‘son’.

In which making the shift from 'heavily abused Kree slave’ to 'captain’ to 'father’ is a long and painful journey, for everyone involved.


CN: moderate child abuse, mentions of serious past child abuse


Yondu’s thought processes can be conveyed through simple flow diagrams. One thing leads to another, leads to another, leads to the next.

This isn’t to say he ain’t smart. In fact, if there’s one lesson he’s learned since Stakar slashed his name from the official Ogordian Archives and sent him and his crew out into the big bad galaxy, it’s that oftentimes it’s safer to pretend to be a helluva lot dumber than you are. But at the same time, Yondu’s a doer, not a thinker. No endless pontification or pouring over the outcome of an action; nosiree. He’d rather just do it, and deal with the shit that hits the fan only once the stinky brown gunk is airborn.

You want money? You steal money.

You want respect? You earn it.

You wanna be captain? You prise that golden flame off your predecessor, by force if you gotta.

For every problem there’s a solution, and where Yondu’s mind fails to summon one up, his experience always provides. Which is why when Peter refuses to stop crying five whole hours after Yondu yanks him away from his dead carrier and his granddad, Yondu does what had been done to him a thousand times as a child.

He slaps him.

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I think one major reason a lot of people misinterpret the tone of the comic is because of the somewhat “cutesy” art style? The art has changed and improved significantly, but we’re still used to seeing these big-eyed, colourful kids. I think people easily forget how dark the story really is because of how it looks on the surface at times. Now, I’m not saying I think Michelle made the wrong call with her style choice, because if she stuck to her more realistic style from her conceptual art, then it would take her even LONGER to draw each panel with the same level of detail.

If you read another comic with dark themes and imagery, like Berserk for example, it would be obvious from the start what your getting into because the grittier style reflects that. If a kid accidentally opens a comic meant for adults, I think they’ll understand it’s not meant for them and (hopefully) stop reading it. With AD, however, the beautiful colours and character designs might have unintentionally “tricked” some younger readers into thinking this was something made for them. If this is the case I can understand why so many of them were shocked by the latest update, but I hope they know now to pay more attention to warnings and stick to things more appropriate for them.

IDK, that’s just my guess. I Hope I made sense.

anonymous asked:

Hey could I have one where I'm in Hufflepuff and I'm friends with Luna and were eating and George is staring at me, and Luna points it out then later he asks he to the Yule Ball.? Thanks!!!

Okay so I got 2 like this and one used a name so im just gonna use their name, and yeah. I hope you like it! xxx

The small Hufflepuff girl skipped down the hallway humming lightly to herself, paying no mind to the people around her. Her blonde hair in curly waves flowed behind her body, while her hands held her charms and potion books close to her body heading to the great hall. The large opening was filling in and out with students as the night grew late and Taylor neared the dining hall. She had spent all day long in Snaps office, redoing her potions work and learning new ones to catch up. To put it lightly Taylor wasn’t the smartest witch in Hogwarts, she was a different kind of smart that no one really understood. Taylor spoke differently than everyone else, and used words nobody knew. Maybe that explained why Luna and she were such good friends, they could actually understand each other. Taylor was only 2 years older than Luna and with being not being in the same house, they didn’t always get to spend much time together.

“Taylor!” A cheerful voice called out over the chatter of the other students eating on the long tables. A blonde girl similar looking to Taylor stood waving excitingly towards her. She turned away from the direction she was heading to the Hufflepuff kids, to go sit with Luna who was staring at Taylor with a happy expression on her face.

“Hello Luna, how are you?” Taylor swung one foot over the bench and then the next so she was sitting comfortably next to Luna. The Ravenclaw table was placed two in between the Slytherin and Hufflepuff table, and the Gryffindor was next to the Hufflepuff table.

“I’m alright,” Taylor glanced under the table to see Luna’s feet bare and pale. Luna seemed to notice her stare, “I believe the Nargle stole all my shoes, but I don’t mind much, mischievous little thieves they are…” She muttered the last part digging her fork into her food as Taylor grabbed the ice cream and began to eat it.

“Taylor I hope you don’t mind me asking this, but aren’t you going to eat any… real food and not just ice cream?” Cho pointed her fork at her bowl of delicious desert as she chewed on her chicken. Taylor laughed light heartedly at Cho’s comment.

“Ice cream is real food, just better than most food others eat.” Cho furrowed her eyebrows greatly confused by her statement, as she just laughed again and directed her attention back to her treat. Not too long after Luna looked up past Cho and then down at Taylor.

“He’s staring again.” Taylor had a clear look of question on her face. Cho looked behind her back then back to the two girls in front of her.

“Nothing new.” Taylor still didn’t fully understand the situation. Who was “staring”, and why didn’t they seem surprised.

“I’m sorry, but who are we speaking about?” She asked the other girls who seemed to get the topic of the conversation pretty well, must be a Ravenclaw thing. Luna shrugged carelessly and pointed in between Cho and the girl to her left at a boy who was looking past Lee Jordan, whom Taylor had quite a lot of experience with, seeming as he liked to poke fun at her, straight at the blonde headed girl.

“That red headed boy, he has a twin, y’know. I was out dancing in the halls on night when I saw them pranking Professor Snap. It was a horrid joke, really, but funny I suppose.” As Luna spoke trailing off Cho and Maria, the girl sitting next to Cho, shifted their body’s round to get a better look at the twin. He had longish hair but not too long to where it didn’t look good, not like Taylor would’ve cared anyways. She didn’t really believe on basing your friends on looks or style, which was one of the many reasons Hufflepuff, welcomed her with open arms.

“His names George Weasley I believe and his brothers Fred. They’re always causing such a disturbance during my study hour.” Maria did not seem to be too amused with the boy who had his eyes locked on the Hufflepuff student, but right as all the girls had been looking his way he quickly turned back to his twin tearing away from Taylor.

“I find him unique in a good way of course, they’re always bringing light around here,” Luna re stacked her colorful magazines as she wondered on with her words, “besides, I think he fancies Taylor. He always seems to be staring at her during lunch and probably during class too. You just never really notice it.” She smiled kindly at the big blue eyed kid who was shocked by what the Ravenclaw had just explained. Had she really been that oblivious to a boy as handsome as George Weasley, to be paying attention to her?

“I agree with Luna, he does look to have a lot of interest in you.” Cho giggle sipping her tea as Maria stood up brushing off her robes.  

“You girls ready, we have some important studying to do. I really want to ace this exam so we can earn more house points,” Cho and Luna agreed as they too stood up and climbed over their seat on the long wooded bench. “But it was very nice chatting with you Taylor; I hope to catch up again soon.” Maria gave her a quick hug as the other girls waved and walked out side by side. Taylor looked down towards the end of the Ravenclaw table to see she was the only one left, and then turned to see the Slytherin to find only 10 or so kids. The same could be told for the Hufflepuff houses table, and last but not least she turned to examined to Gryffindor.

Taylors baby blue eyes widen only a tiny bit, as she saw maybe 15 or so, but they were all crowded around the boy who had been staring at her. A girl with frizzy brown hair, who Taylor recognized as Hermione Granger, leaned down to George Weasley’s ear as his brother Fred rubbed his shoulders, which caused Taylor to grow curious. Next to Fred sat Angela, then across from her was Lee, Ron, Harry, Neville, and standing behind George were; Seamus, Ginny, Dean, Colin, and Katie.

Taylor shook off their eyes on her, as she continued to read out of the magazine Luna had let her borrow. Deciding right way up wasn’t good enough, she flipped the magazine over so it was upside down.

“See I told you, she’s a freak George!” A hushed whisper came from the Gryffindor table, but was loud enough for the girl sitting 2 tables over to hear.

“Shut up, Seamus!” A voice shouted back, Taylor paid no mind to their conversation deciding it wasn’t really any of her business to get into.

“Yeah Seamus, she’s a really nice girl.” The new voice was more feminine and belonged to Hermione Granger who slightly agreed with Seamus if she were to be truthful. Taylor was a bit… odd, not a freak in any means, just unique as her mother and father put it. Taylor knew this too, and she liked it. She would rather live her life being looked at funny for being herself, than loved for being someone else.

As Taylor continued to read on, she missed out on the table of Gryffindor students, trying to encourage George Weasley, to go make his move on Taylor before someone else did. She might be weird, but she sure is a looker. The Yule Ball was approaching and George was dead set on bringing her, they had just never talked to each other yet, despite the fact he noticed her in almost all of his classes. He liked to watch her study, not in a creepy way, but in more of an admiration type of way. He liked how she would look so concentrated, and then get a little flustered when she couldn’t work a problem out. Then she would think for a bit and look up at the sky, as if the heavens would send her down an answer to her for the question off of her transfiguration homework, which George found quite easy. He often debated on going to help her, but then who chose against it, knowing she’d probably be embarrassed or turn him down in front of his friends.

So, now as George took small steps nearing the empty Ravenclaw table hiss hands began to get a little damp, as he thought about turning around and just finding some desperate girl in his own class to go. He didn’t though; he kept on walking towards the beautiful girl, because he knew she was the only one he truly wanted to go with. When he got to where he wanted to be, standing on the other side of the dining table, he glanced behind his back to his house mates who all stood together watching closely waiting for the usual brave and outgoing George, to mess up.

“Did you know that most of the time the people who complain about being alone, are the people who usually chose to be alone.” Taylor peered up at George already expecting him. “Do you prefer to be alone or with someone?” George smiled at her and sat down across from her, shaking off the once nervous feel he had only moments ago.

“I don’t really fancy being alone much. I guess sometimes it’s okay, then you have time to think for yourself, but most of the time it just makes me feel sad and empty.” Taylor nodded understanding what he meant letting her big curls bounce against her head softly.

“Is that alright if I question, why you were staring at me earlier this evening?” She didn’t look up from the upside down words, and instead let her foot lightly tap his in a playful way.

“Oh you noticed that, listen I’m really sorry it’s just that lately I’ve been wanting to talk to you really bad I just haven’t been able to work up the guts, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend you or anything.” Taylor reached across the wood top and took hold of his hand in her own to comfort him, so he knew she wasn’t mad.

“I’m not upset or anything I was just wondering.”  His smile grew bigger as he felt her thumb rub his nicely. ‘I guess it’s now or never’ George thought to himself, as the Gryffindor’s were staring to grow impatient.

“I want to ask you something, Taylor.” Taylor peeked up, and seeing the seriousness closed her book and set it down on the clear spot next to her now empty ice cream bowl, she tilted her head signaling for him to go on.

“So, I know we don’t really know each other too well, but I was thinking maybe if you would want, we could go together to the Yule Ball next week. It’s just you’re really gorgeous and lovely, it would be a privilege if you would be my date to the dance.” George rushed his words out feeling light headed as the whole (mainly) empty hall grew dead silent. He prayed she would say yes or he might just never hear the end of this from Fred or anyone else really.

“Of course, that sounds like a lot of fun! I would love to go with you George.” Georges face broke out in the biggest grin as he leaned over the table in a jumping motion and placed a quick peck to Taylor’s soft plum lips. Breaking away as fast as it happen he grew red and sprinted out of the great hall, making the whole lot of Gryffindor’s left laugh. Taylor on the other hand was confused on why he had left, it wasn’t as if she didn’t like they kiss.

~Daizy xxxx

Night Terror (Scope x Jean Oneshot)

This was a thing that popped up in my head early this morning ((*cough* *cough*1 in the morning*wHEEZE*)) and I made it a thing c: I finished it in school but I didn’t get to post it as soon as I wanted it to be but it’s ok x’D I apologize if either of these two dorks seem OOC and if there are or is any mistakes~

I just basically wanted some rain action and something feelsy <3

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Warning’s: Feels, fluff, and a crying Scope ((aHHH))

Word Count: 1,470

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Happy 54th birthday, you dork.