Andrew ~ I feel like every time Negan comes face to face with Rick, he wants to talk about, I mean, it’s quite distracting some of the things he brings up. Particularly about their willy wonkas

Chris ~ it’s a lot of wieners and poop with Negan

Jeffrey ~ There’s a certain junior high kind of sense of humor that he has.

Andrew ~ I’m just trying to kill zombies and bring all out war

Jeffrey ~ and Negan is also very comfortable with his manhood. And apparently it’s a soft spot with Rick

Bts reaction to hearing their British girlfriend’s accent for the first time.

anon requested


Originally posted by yoongichii

Jin would be surprised when he first heard your accent, He didn’t know what to think about it. He would immediately rant to you, complaining that you didn’t tell him about your cool accent. But after hearing it a few times he adapted to it and wanted to hear it more often.


Originally posted by sugagifs

One of the members over heard you speaking with a friend from home and told Yoongi to come over and listen. His face lit up when he heard you and searched for an explanation. They’d ask him how long has he known about your British accent. With his hands at his hips and a small chuckle he’d answer with “For about 5 seconds..” 


Originally posted by love-taehyung

While you were on the phone Hobi would peek into the room you were in. He would wait for you to notice him and when you did you couldn’t help but laugh out loud at his excited face. He would praise you after you were done speaking and tell you how awesome he thought you sounded.


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When Namjoon over heard you he’d be a little surprised but more excited. In his mind this was the perfect chance to practice his British accent for the A.R.M.Y he’d ask you to teach him and most likely try to sweet talk you in the accent.


Originally posted by samwol

This baby bean thought it was the sweetest thing he’s ever heard. Jimin would try his best to be quiet and unnoticeable while overhearing you just to keep your accent pure. He’d cherish that moment forever and probably ask you to use it more often.


Originally posted by jjibooty

Tae would be in complete shock. Not knowing where your accent came from, even believing that you were a different person entirely. He’d give you his awkward questioning giggle and continue to listen on in your conversation. Purely interested in how you hide it so well.


Originally posted by jungkookpresent

Jungkook would also be in shock. He swore he left his girlfriend in this exact room but here you were speaking what he only could assume was a different language. He would mimic your accent over and over in his head trying to decipher what you were saying.

Some kiss we want

There is some kiss we want

with our whole lives,

the touch of spirit on the body.

Seawater begs the pearl

to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately

it needs some wild darling!

At night,

I open the window

and ask the moon

to come and press its face

against mine. 

Breathe into me.

Close the language door

and open the love window.

The moon won’t use the door,

only the window.

~From Soul of Rumi by Coleman Barks

anonymous asked:

have you had any good/interesting dreams lately?

yea i had an interesting one last night!! idk if going to bed mad affected my dream or anything but basically im walking alone down an endless flooded highway during sunset. it’s calm. there’s broken parts of huge baroque sculptures laying around everywhere, the sun’s small and blood red in the distance, and the clouds are too close to the ground. i don’t know where i’m going. at some point, i come face to face with an ophanim and it is very angry at me. and then the dream ends??? lmao idk but i thought it was cool

Four of Pentacles.

At the center of your universe, there lies a great reflecting pool. It is vast and deep. It is still, like glass. Look within. Who do you see? Only yourself, or those you love? Who’s face comes through first? This is the person who truly matters most to you. Sorrowful is the one who sees only their own reflection.

okay you know what? i have to say it

zac young looks like a serial killer and i can’t stand that happy horrific voice coming out of his creepy face

AU Zayn and Liam surprising each other with halloween costumes each year and each year they end up choosing the same costume, even when they try to come up with something they think the other would never choose just to have a halloween once where they aren’t the same thing but no matter how obscure the costume is, the other one is always dressed in the same thing

“There’s no way Liam chose this,” Zayn says to himself as he slides his feet into the soft material of the onesie. He pulls his arms through the sleeves, amusement filling as he throws the pink hoodie over his head. He bends the bunny ears slightly, so they look as if they are winking.

“Liam, are you ready?” Zayn asks, as he opens the bathroom door leading to their bedroom. He had spent hours at the costume store trying to find something that stood out as something Liam wouldn’t buy. 


Zayn steps out of the bathroom, coming face to face with a large yellow bunny standing in front of him. 

Liam stares at him as he adjusts the plastic bunny nose on his own nose. “You’ve got to be shitting me. You’re a bunny too?”

Zayn barks out a laugh. “I think we should just start costume shopping together, babe.”

mareejimenez  asked:

helloo!! i’d definitely love a ship —i’m 5”1’ short, dark brown eyes, and mid-length hair. i love writing, drawing, and reading + i love animals especially puppies. i have a hard time conversing with people though i don’t mind bc i definitely would prefer being wrapped under the blanket and on my phone. **

ooooohhhh i’m gonna go with soft boy sam

  • first of all as the tallest of the hollands, he would find your height adorable
  • “look, i can lean on your head”
  • rolling your eyes but not maintaining it long because he’s so cute
  • sam would be so about your drawings
  • “please draw me, beautiful,” and man would he beg
  • but then you’d show him that you already had a couple pages just full of him
  • the smile that comes over his face is the sweetest thing ever and just so sincere
  • he seems to be able to communicate with you without even speaking
  • like you could make a face at him and he would just know
  • “do you need a hug” he would just know
  • “you need some space i get it” again he just has this 6th sense with you
  • whenever you curl up on the couch sam always just brings a blanket over  and picks you up to get behind you
    • “hey bud” you smile back at him
    • “hello love” he plants a kiss on your head as he drapes the blanket over your body
  • you often wake up from naps hearing him play the piano and you notice that it becomes a pattern
  • “i just like to play for you while you sleep darling,”

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gulmontjonty  asked:

Does Rose have a patron god?

Not anymore.

Before marrying Lord Visar, Rose had a sort of distant relationship with worshiping the Gods. Like many other humans she felt they had departed long ago and were no longer watching, but she honored them for what they stood for and their teachings. As someone drawn to battle in the defense of others she focused her worship between Balthazar for the strength to be the change she wanted to see and to defeat her enemies, and Dwayna for the wisdom to know when to fight and when to forgive.

While married to Visar she saw much more of Grenth’s power than she ever imagined possible, not entirely sure if she had at one point come face to face with a Reaper. Additionally, the strange powers his adoptive daughter showed were enough to convince her that writing off Kormir would be a mistake as well. These experiences gave her a greater appreciation for the hand the Gods might still have in their world and with the constant enemies rising to try and wipe out the people she loves, she became much more dedicated in her worship to Balthazar.

Until, of course, he showed his hand. When the rumors first began to spread that a God had returned she tried, like many others, to filter through the gossip, not sure if it was true, and if so, what it meant. With the rise of the White Mantle there wasn’t much time for her to focus on it, the defense of Divinity’s Reach and house arrest of the entire Ministry cutting off her lines of communication and dragging her focus to not dying. Time in the trenches after her trial, among enough Blade agents managed to whittle out the truth and to say she was upset would be an understatement.

She was angry.

After years of devotion from the people, hundreds of years of devotion with nothing to show for their efforts a God had finally returned to them and his motives were entirely selfish. Duty and loyalty are the two things that Rose holds above all others and a GOD, HER GOD, had turned his back on them. She daydreamed of being able to leave the Reach and go to the desert herself, of being able to grab Balthazar and shake him, beat him down for what he’d done and demand that he atone. Of course, these are only fantasies and she hardly believes she could even get close without being turned to cinders–besides, there is important work to be done in the Reach. As much as she might want to bathe herself in the blood of traitors, there are papers to be filed and fancy parties to try and not yawn through.

an LGBT person who’s friends with mostly LGBT people and primarily uses an LGBT-friendly blogging site, navigating mostly within circles of other LGBT bloggers: ok well all the aces i’ve met are LGBT and i’ve never come face to face with someone saying they’re a cishet ace out loud so :/// it’s pretty obvious that means most if not all aces are LGBT. that’s just the #Facts.

Learn To

Aries: Learn to relax. Don’t try to take karma’s work.

Taurus: Learn to listen and embrace. It’s okay to love yourself but bad personalities are a disadvantage to other people.

Gemini: Learn to not talk about other people behind their backs. If you dislike something about someone, tell them gently. Don’t be a coward.

Cancer: Learn to think of other people’s emotion. Your emotions matter but cutting off other people just because they make you sad, will make them sad.

Leo: Learn to not think of looks as number one. People may come because of your face but bad personalities will scare them away

Virgo: Learn to let go. You matter. If you’re tired, rest. If you’re sad, cry. If you’re mad, get angry. Your emotions matter.

Libra: Learn to think about what matters to you. People’s opinion matter but the decision is in your hand.

Scorpio: Learn to forget. Bad memories tires you and you deserve to be happy.

Sagittarius: Learn to stay in one place for a change. You can never run out of experiences.

Capricorn: Learn to trust other people. They can work like you. Give them time to learn.

Aquarius: Learn to not underestimate people. Everyone is good at something.

Pisces: Learn to not victimize yourself. You’re not always wrong. Sometimes people are just assholes.

(Check Sun+Moon)

When Supernatural introduced the apocalypse world in season 12 — an alternate universe where Sam and Dean were never born — it opened a door of possibility in terms of bringing back old characters that fans haven’t seen in years. And it all started when the season 12 finale saw Sam, Dean, and Cas come face-to-face with a new version of Bobby Singer. So now the question is: Who’s next? 
The Supernatural showrunners have said that some long-dead characters will return this year, and EW can reveal that Kevin Tran (Osric Chau) is among them. Kevin first appeared in the show’s seventh season and remained a key figure until his death in season 9 (after which he still made a couple appearances).
—  Supernatural: Osric Chau returning as Kevin in season 13
BTS Scenario | Daddy Dom

A/N: Hi guys! It’s Admin Sunshine, thank you for supporting me. I’ll be re-posting my reactions & scenarios on my blog.

PS: All of my reactions/scenarios and fictions will be fixed and there will be new things added in.

Aftercare is not included.

Not requested.

Warnings: Smut

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There is so much to unpack here, you guys. I know I’m supposed to sleep since it’s now been more than 48 hours and also my fever has spiked, but listen, there is SO MUCH TO UNPACK. I live for this stuff. I can’t just NOT.

I at least need to present a version of this idea while I’m still half-lucid. I had a few bullet points on the list that I was working on last night, and this one was my favorite by far:

The concept is that Mark has been killed numerous times over the course of the years, but somehow manages to come back, despite the fact that we witness his death. That’s because he’s being brought back to life when his death doesn’t achieve what it was designed to.

How can we prove this? Well, we witness it clearly in A Date With Markiplier. Mark dies multiple times, but we are able to “save” him by stopping his death from occurring, in a sense– that is, we can “go back in time” to prevent it. At the end of each route, we’re presented with the option to “try again”.

That’s not just a storytelling tool for the sake of having a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure-style narrative. We are put in a time loop. 

This isn’t a strange concept, especially for this particular series of videos. Why? Because we actually see it happen.

Originally posted by septicpotato

At the end of the Exit video, when we try to escape, Dark physically pushes us back in time to a previous decision. (Maybe that’s why he’s so “tired of giving people a choice”– we always choose so very poorly in his eyes.) It’s not just Dark that has these abilities, either. After you decide to stay together instead of splitting up while searching for an escape, you are presented with two options: the aforementioned “Exit”, which traps you in Dark’s time loop, or a cryptic option simply labeled, “More?” 

If you choose “more”, Wilford appears to you in a literal vortex of clocks and warps your reality. No matter which option you choose, you come face to face with the fact that both of these men can manipulate time.

Now, this doesn’t necessarily prove that Mark is actively dying and being saved on numerous occasions, but a piece of information revealed today leads me to believe that this is indeed the case.

In Who Killed Markiplier?- Chapter 2, the Colonel mentions Mark dying “again”. When questioned by the detective, he states that he has “plenty of experience on the matter”. 

The chef then adds, “So do I.”

For the chef to have experience with killing Mark, or even watching Mark dying, we would have to be living in this reality:

But if that was the case, then this murder mystery never would have happened in the first place, because Mark would have already been dead. In order for both of these things to be true, both time and reality would have to be warped. He died, and he didn’t.

So, if Mark has been dying on the regular, the question of who the murderer is isn’t actually all that important. For all we know, all of them have murdered Mark at some point. Here’s what we should actually be worried about:

As far as we know, Mark has never been dead this long before. What makes this time different from all the others? And what do we have to do to get him back?

Now I’ve Got You In My Arms

Pairing: Richie Tozier/ Eddie Kaspbrak

Warnings: hickeys, lots of hickey talk, implications of oral sex, implied top!eddie, a lot of fluff sorry

they are 18

word count: 2,726

@delicateloser @killerxqueer @richiietozierr

THANK YOU @tastes-like-cherry-coke FOR BEING MY BETA

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Eddie sucks in a breath when he watches Richie slide on a clean shirt, his back muscles flexing. He shudders and shakes away the thoughts because, Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier are not gay, okay? Especially not together. Just sometimes they kiss and give each other hickeys when they’re alone. (They don’t admit to anyone they’re from each other, but they wear their bruises proudly.) (Okay, so they’re a little gay.) (They’re hella gay.)

It’s just another day in Derry. The Losers are in the hallway grouping up before their classes start. Richie and Eddie are running late. Again.

Just as the warning bell sounds, the two are rushing in toward their friends.

“Where have you guys been?” Stan asks, his eyes immediately adverting to Eddie’s neck, “And what the hell is that?”  

“Richie’s truck wouldn’t start,” Eddie said, initially ignoring Stan’s question before he covers his neck, “Yes, shut up, it’s exactly what it looks like.”

“From who?”

Eddie side-eyes Richie nervously, “S-some girl.. I went out last night.”

“Out?” Bill asks.

“Yeah..” Eddie trails off, remembering the night before.

He and Richie were both shirtless, Eddie in his lap, slowly moving himself around, moaning loudly as Richie attacked his neck like the leech he is.

“Eddie,” Bev calls out while dramatically waving her hand in front of Eddie’s face, “You good? You spaced out for a minute there.”

“Yeah, m’fine. I’ll see you guys at lunch.” Eddie turns and walks away in the opposite direction.

“Not gonna kiss your best friend goodbye?” Richie laughs when Eddie flips him off without turning around.

“Is it me or did Eddie seem really off when he responded to our questions?” Mike asks as the group watched the smallest boy go.

“Maybe it’s because he got fucking mauled last night. Did you see the size of those hickeys?” Ben makes a face and chuckles with Bill.

Richie awkwardly scratches the back of his neck and it must be his lucky day, because before his uncomfortable stance could be sensed by the group the second bell rings, “Yeeaaahh.. I’ll catch you guys later..”

After Richie leaves, the group disbands.

Two periods later, Eddie is in science when his phone vibrates on the desk. He slides it between two books, trying not to get caught checking it.

Richie: what’re you doing  [9:56AM]

Eddie rolls his eyes and types back, ‘im in science. cant skip today.’  [9:57AM]

Richie: you dont even kno what i was gonna ask  [10:01AM]

Eddie: was it that?  [10:01AM]

Richie: ok yeah but this time its different  [10:04AM]

Eddie’s mouth turns into a frown. Different? How? Everytime he skips with Richie they always go get fast food together and only sometimes he convinces Eddie to smoke with him.

Eddie: what do you mean?  [10:06AM]

Within seconds he gets a message back, but this time it’s a picture attachment. He opens it, almost regretting he did (he really doesn’t), eyes widening. Richie had taken a picture of himself- only showing his mouth and below. He’s biting his lip and- Eddie slams his phone down when he sees it- Richie has a hand down his jeans. Eddie’s face is flushed red.

“Mr. Kaspbrak, are you okay?” His teacher turns around from the chalkboard, shooting him a worried glance.

“Yes, fine. Can I use the restroom?”

“Sign out, please.”

Eddie does quickly and nearly runs out of the classroom. He unlocks his phone, Richie’s contact still up, and types out a blatant, ‘where the fuck are you’

Richie: downstairs bathroom, near the music department  [10:12AM]

Eddie narrows his eyes and walks down a flight of steps, turning a few corners, before attempting to pull open the bathroom door. It’s locked. That bastard fucking planned this.

“Open the door, asshole.”

The lock clicks, and the second it does, Eddie is pushing himself through the doorway, locking it again. He faces Richie.

“You’re such a little shit. You know that?”

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Richie challenges.

Eddie shoves him against the sink, “I shouldn’t do anything about it- you’re practically begging me to.”

Richie smiles cheekily, “Hm. I am.”

Eddie pulls Richie’s head back by his hair, lips immediately attaching to his neck, sucking hard. He has his other hand on the boy’s hip, tucking his fingers into the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head, throwing it on the counter. He marks up Richie’s entire chest.

“Enough marks, I look like a fucking cheetah.”

Eddie gives him one more on his hip just to spite him. He stands back up, cupping his cheek, leaning in to kiss him on the mouth, but isn’t surprised when Richie doesn’t let him. Richie doesn’t do mouth kisses. He thinks back to a few weeks ago when they were sitting in Eddie’s room when he first tried to kiss him.

“No,” Richie had said quietly, “Too intimate. No kissing.”

But Eddie still wants to kiss Richie. No homo, of course, because that’s gay and Eddie Kaspbrak is not gay.

Those thoughts are interrupted when Richie flips him to the counter, kissing down his neck softly, taking off his shirt.

“You don’t always have to be in control, Eddie,” He whispers against the smaller brunettes pale skin.

“I know, but I want to. I like it.”

“Let’s change that..” Richie kneels down, unbuttoning his jeans, shoving the clothing to his ankles.

“Richie-” Eddie tries to protest, but cuts himself off. His eyes flutter to the back of his head and brings one hand to his mouth to bite his wrist, and the other one to pull on Richie’s hair because good god.

The next time The Losers meet up again is at lunch. Everyone but Eddie is there.

“Hey-hey, you guuuys,” Bev sings, setting her tray down. “Anybody want to trade their french fries for my tater tots?”

“T-They’re the same thing,” Bill tells her.

“You’re a fake friend. Everyone knows it’s about the texture.”

Ben rolls his eyes, “Nuh uh, it tastes all the same. You’re so weird.”

“No, you both are weird. Texture is everything, it-”

“I’ll trade with you, Bev.” Stan speaks up. “I understand.”

“At least someone d-”

Mike cuts her off when he sees Richie parading over, bruises covering his neck, “Holy shit. You guys. Horton spots a hoe.”

“That’s not the correct quote.” Richie says while narrowing his eyes behind his glasses.

“Look at this, kids! What do we have here?” Ben pokes one of the many hickeys. Richie hisses in pain.

“Whoever gave you those must have been fucking rough. I mean damn, you’re wincing like a bitch. They’re so purple they’re almost black,“ Mike said with a small laugh before digging into his fries.

“You look like a cheetah.” Ben laughs.

“I told him that.” Richie mutters. If they heard him, they don’t say anything.

“W-Why did you let someone give you all of those i-if it h-hurts? And in s-school?”

“Because, my dear Billy,” Richie slings an arm over Bill’s shoulders, “At the time it felt fucking amazing.” He ignores Bill’s second question, but it’s just his luck that Eddie walks over just as he kisses and tells. Richie winks at him.

“Hey, Ed. You missed it. Richie was just telling us about his new lover,” Bev says, her voice filled with a tone salty enough to season McDonald’s fries.

“Excuse me,” Richie sputters, “You guys were pestering me about my hickeys- I said nothing about a lover.”

“Yeah, because there’s so many,” Ben says, reaching to poke at them again but reviving a slap on the wrist from Richie.

“You should see his chest.” Eddie tells them absentmindedly.

Richie shoots him a look, but it’s too late.

“There’s hickeys there, too? Damn, Richie.. Wait- Eddie, how do you know that?” Bev asks, almost knowingly, that salty tone almost tripled.

Eddie panics, “We have gym together.”

They don’t have gym together.

Mike changes the topic for Eddie’s sake, “Hey, are you gonna eat lunch, Richie?”

Richie looks at Eddie, “Nah, I ate earlier.”

Eddie’s face turns a bright red.

Eddie lays on Richie’s chest, tracing patterns onto his stomach. The other boy had fallen asleep minutes after Eddie snuck into his room. He’s been playing with his hair for merely an hour and his hand is getting tired. He retreats it slowly, resting it on Richie’s cheek, rubbing his freckled skin softly. He pauses his movements, suddenly extremely interested in what his lips would feel like, pressed onto the other boy’s. He doesn’t stop himself from leaning into Richie’s space.

Eddie places his lips onto his friend’s, cautiously, not trying to wake him. He pulls back only to do it again, however, this time he was not so lucky.

Richie’s breath hitches, and his eyes open. He sees Eddie hovering over him, and judging by how close he was, he realizes what he was doing. He sits up abruptly, letting the sheets fall from his body, and Eddie detangle from him. Richie searches Eddie’s eyes, unsure of what he could be thinking.

Eddie tries to speak but Richie touches his face and he closes his mouth.

Richie grabs Eddie by the neck, dragging him closer. His lips ghost over the smaller boys, before pressing his hickey-littered chest to Eddie’s, and parting his lips with his own. It’s not needy, surprisingly. That’s all the atmosphere has been between them, recently. Richie lets himself lay back down, not breaking their kiss.

Eddie gets the hint and crawls on top of him, mouths never leaving each other’s. It’s slow and open-mouthed and really, really messy. But it’s great. Fucking fantastic, actually.

The two kiss lazily until they fall asleep, Eddie still on top of Richie.

“Rise and shine, princess.”

A pillow comes in contact with Eddie’s face. “Did you know that you doing that could have like, killed me?”

“What? Me, kill you? I’d never, Eds.” Richie leans down, kissing him gently.

Oh, okay, so that’s a thing now.

Eddie sucks in a breath when he watches Richie slide on a clean shirt, his back muscles flexing. He shudders and shakes away the thoughts because, Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier are not gay, okay? Especially not together. Just sometimes they kiss and give each other hickeys when they’re alone. (They don’t admit to anyone they’re from each other, but they wear their bruises proudly.) (Okay, so they’re a little gay.) (They’re hella gay.)

“I don’t want to go to school,” Eddie groans and throws his head back onto the pillow.

“You have to, bubba. C’mon, up, up, up.” Richie pats his legs.

“Don’t have clean clothes,” Eddie says.

“You can wear some of mine.”

Eddie picks out a hoodie (it smells like Richie) and a pair of basketball shorts (Richie’s jeans are too long for him- curse that long ass bitch).

They brush their teeth together quickly before heading out.

It takes a few minutes for Richie’s truck to start. They end up having the neighbor help him jump it.

“Think we’re late?” Eddie asks.

“Nah, we should be fine. If not, we could skip first.”

Eddie catches the wiggle of his eyebrow. “You’re fucking disgusting.”

Richie grabs Eddie’s hand, raising it to his mouth, and presses a soft kiss to it. “Kidding, babe.”

Eddie’s heart soars.

“Well if it isn’t Richie and Eddie, almost late. As usual.” Stan gives them a look.

“My truck wouldn’t start this morning, again.”

“Hey, aren’t those Richie’s clothes?” Ben points out.

“Yeah,” Eddie shrugs, “I stayed over last night and I didn’t have any extra clothes with me.”

“Isn’t that s-sweet.”

“Yeah, sure.” Richie rolls his eyes at Bill’s snickering.

After the warning bell goes off, Richie and Eddie had never left The Loser’s so quickly.

Despite Eddie’s whines, they spend all of first period making out in the bathroom.

“You’ve never wanted to kiss me before,” Eddie says into Richie’s mouth.

Richie pulls back, “Mhm, I was missing out, obviously.” He connects their lips back together, weaving a hand into his hair, nudges his head into an easier angle to work with. Richie has his tongue shoved so far down his throat, Eddie feels as if he could choke (not that he’d complain).

But here he was, that feeling coming back again. Eddie groans, pulling away.

Richie notices and trails butterfly kisses down Eddie’s neck, making sure to kiss all of his hickeys.



“S-Stop.. Stop.”

Richie jerks back immediately, his heart about to leap from his chest, “Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”

“We can’t keep doing this if we aren’t going to address the elephant in the room.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t.. Don’t act so incredulous, Rich.”

“I’m not, I-”

“We can’t keep fooling around if we can’t discuss.. Us.”

Richie swallows and avoids eye contact.

“Look at me.. Look at me, damn it.”

The older boy does as he’s told.

“Richie.. I-  I can’t do this unless.. Unless we can be more. I want more, I want all of it. I want to go on cute dates with you, and I want to hold your hand. I want to kiss you in public. Hell, I want to kiss you all the time. I want you. I want all of this, because I have fallen head over heals in love with you, Richie Tozier.”

Richie stares in shock as his best friend confesses this to him.

“Please, say something..”

Richie is too speechless. Yet the second he tries to, Eddie is backing away. “Forget it. I-I’m sorry.”

Which means, the next few days are really awkward. Eddie ignores Richie in school. He doesn’t go visit him in the middle of the night, and he locks his window so Richie can’t, either.

Eddie has been trying to eat his lunch as quick as possible and get the fuck out of there before Richie spots him.

Today he was not that lucky.

Just as he is throwing his trash away, he turns and bumps into none other than the boy he was avoiding.

“Hey,” Richie grabs at his arm.

“Let go.”

“We.. need to talk.”

“Oh, we already did. Well, I did.” Eddie pulls out of his grip. Richie watches him leave.

“Eddie Kaspbrak!” He calls out. When he doesn’t turn around, he sits on the seat next to Bill.

“W-What did you d-do?”

“Eddie is in love with me.” Richie states.

“Whaaat? Nooo,” Stan said without looking up from his textbook, his voice filled with sarcasm.

“Wait, so you guys knew and didn’t tell me?”

“Not our place.” Ben says, also without looking up.

“Yeah, plus we didn’t know what you guys were doing. You two have been out boning god knows who, because you both are stupid.”

Mike is clueless, Richie thinks.

“You guys.. Eddie and I have been.. Um.. hooking up with each other for the last few months now.. But, we finally kissed. On the mouth. Just a few days ago. And he doesn’t think I want him as.. As my boyfriend. But I do! I just was shocked to even say anything when he told me. Now he wants nothing to do with me.”

His friends are surprised by that (all except Stan), because they didn’t actually think they were with each other like that.

“You fuckass.” Bev rolls her eyes. “Eddie has been leaving school early, so if you go now.. You might be able to catch him.”

Richie has never run so fast in his life, and, obviously, The Losers needed to see this. They’re having trouble keeping up.

Richie is standing in the bed of his truck when he sees Eddie walking in the opposite direction.

“Eddie Kaspbrak!”

This time Eddie turns to look at him. The students around him are looking, too. He rolls his eyes and walks back to him. “What are you doing?”

“I want it too, Eds! I want more, I want all of it. I want to take you on those cute dates and I want to hold your hand and kiss you in public, in private, all the time. I, too, am in love. More specifically, in love with you, Eddie Kaspbrak. I want to give you so much more.. But I think you’ll have to be my boyfriend first.” Richie hops down from his truck and reaches out for Eddie’s face, “What do you say, bug?”

Eddie nods, his eyes brimming with tears he tried to will away, “Took you long enough,” and lets Richie kiss him into oblivion. “I’m so in love with you.”

“And I you.” Richie leans back in, capturing Eddie’s lips in his own, with every ounce of energy he has inside of him. There are stars behind his eyes and honestly, Richie never wants to leave the presence of Eddie’s arms.

Daddy’s Little Girl

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: dont the title gives it away? it’s such a cliche, i cant lmao

Word Count: 2330

Warnings: nsfw af! daddy kink, thigh riding, dirty talk, unprotected sex (practice safe sex, y'all)

Author’s Note: old fic; i remember writing this, and i was shook™ at how much dirty it turned out to be lmaoo enjoy! and don’t forget to write back to me ;)

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Bucky Barnes is a light sleeper. The Super Soldier’s super ability to hear is one of the reasons why he wakes up with dark rims under his eyes for most of the mornings.

But ever since you both started sharing a bed, that habit of his was fading away. You’d make sure you were always snuggled up to him, giving him a sense of assurance that you’re here, with him. And then even the slightest noise stopped to disturb him

That was until tonight, when the sweet disturbance was caused by you.

You had your back pressed against his front. His face buried into your hair, as he smiled and inhaled your sweet shampoo. The metal arm wrapped around your waist as you both inhaled and exhaled together, almost as if you both had practiced it.

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So far, we know that Supernatural fans will first see Castiel in episode 3. And we know that he’ll be reunited with the Winchesters (and Jack) by episode 6. But that won’t be the only reunion awaiting Castiel in season 13.

There’s some stuff where he’s interacting with Lucifer quite a bit,” co-showrunner Robert Singer tells EW. Whether that means Castiel is in the apocalypse world or something else altogether, the angel is going to come face-to-face with the man who (most recently) killed him. “When we find Cas and Lucifer together, he says, ‘I’m a little on edge because the last time we were together you killed me,‘” Collins teases.

But once the two get past their differences — to put it lightly — the interaction will serve a crucial purpose in terms of story. In this case, it’s what Collins says is “literally a deal with the devil.” According to Collins, the two are going to work together toward a common goal. “It’s Jack-related stuff,” Collins adds.