i just like the way he moves

anonymous asked:

Goddddddd I could look at the cheek caress gif all day 😣😣😣 it is legit difficult trying not to squeal in public rn

YOU’RE DOING BETTER THAN ME, I SQUEALED. *applauds*

That touch is just so hypnotizing tho. His eyes. His hand. Her neck. Her hands. Their curved bodies. The way literally no other part of him is moving because he’s so damn concerned about her. The subtle way her head’s turning to meet his touch.

We are so Blessed

anonymous asked:

I'm just pissed that Troy didn't get a better death scene. If he had to die I at least expected him to go out with a bang and a more emotional scene. And Daniel Sharman definitely deserved a better show exit than an underwhelmingly written death scene like that. But we just got two quick strikes with a hammer mid-conversation, a short stare by Madison and Nick and the plot moved on immediately like it never happened. I will forever be bitter about that.

Well, I’ll always be bitter about the way they handled Chris Manawa, but hey…each to their own.

- Camila

If you see this, post a snippet of your WIP

OK, I’ll play. This is from Untitled Work #962..basically I start a lot of fics and never have the guts to finish them.

_______________

“I need a place to stay,” Louis was panting heavily and dripping water all over the entrance mat in front of Harry’s door. “Please just open up. I literally see your shadow moving along the bottom of the door. I know you’re home.”

He waited. Given the last three days, he wasn’t above (or below) just using the spare key he still had, unbeknownst to Harry. Louis stood watching Harry’s shadow move back and forth on the other side of the door. Still, it remained closed in front of him.

Two more minutes and he was going in with or without Harry’s permission.

One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi…

…one hundred and eighteen Mississippi, one hundred and nineteen Mississippi, one hundred and twenty Mississippi.

He reached around to dig inside his backpack for the spare key.

“What are you doing here, Louis?” he heard faintly through the door.

“Trust me, if I had anywhere else to go,” he paused and reflected on the absolute shit show his week had thrown at him. He sighed, “If I had anywhere else to go, I wouldn’t be here. You know you’re the last person I would ask for help.”

Moments pass in silence. Seventy-two Mississippi’s to be exact. A lot had been done to hurt his pride lately, but this took the cake. Louis couldn’t believe that once again, he was standing outside of Harry’s door begging to be let in. How the ever-loving fuck did they get here?

anonymous asked:

For that blood, gore, and injury sentence starter post, may I request something involving Sero? (if you want, of course) I want to draw him with like a tape tourniquet or something, but I got art block =~= I'm not picky, so I'm pretty sure I'd be down for anything you put out there (also because your writing is awesome)

Blood, Gore & Injury Sentence Starters

“I don’t feel any pain. It’s just…numb.”
“*name*? Come on, say something to me.”

I couldn’t decide on just one of these two so you get both.

Sero for the life of him couldn’t remember how things had turned out this way, his head was throbbing while the rest of his body felt numb, even when he tried to move it was like lifting a heavy weight that weighed twice as much as himself. The throbbing in his head didn’t compare to the pain he felt in his chest.

What had happened that lead up to this moment with him lying alone and thinking that maybe he was close to death, at least that’s what it felt like to him at this point since it felt like hours till someone finally found him.

He could hear the familiar voice calling out to him, a close friend that had come searching for him. He could say he was relieved at the fact but that wasn’t exactly the truth when he could feel himself slipping back and forth from consciousness leaving him fearing that this would most likely be his end sooner or later.

 He blinked a few times looking up at the face of his closest friend staring down at him, Kaminari. Of all the people he didn’t want seeing him at that very moment, Kaminari was one of them, he could have gone without him coming rushing to his aid. Kirishima might have bee able to handle this sight better but how could he be sure of that?

He sighed softly smiling a little up at the blonde the pain in his chest making him groan and try to put his hand against the area that hurt the most but he couldn’t seem to feel a single thing with how numb most of his body felt, even just lifting his arm felt like nothing nor did it feel as though there was a weight on his chest.

“You okay..?”

He had expected to be called an idiot for going off on his own the way he had but he was pleasantly surprised by the other asking him if he was okay, closing his eyes he let out another sigh pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“I don’t feel any pain. It’s just…numb.”

As much as he could actually move himself he could barely feel himself when he did anything, closing his eyes he dropped his hand back to his side trying to determine whether or not he should try to get up but the look on Kaminari’s face said otherwise, leaving him lying where he was while the blonde attempted to figure out what to do.

There was blood staining his clothing, splattered across his cheek, and slowly starting to pool up underneath him, the blood staining Kaminari’s pants the longer he stayed kneeling at his side while he determined what to do in their current situation. 

Sero wanted nothing more than to just close his eyes and rest for a bit, at least until someone came to help them if Kaminari didn’t go soon enough to find actual help. He lightly nudged the blonde looking up at him, his eyes feeling heavy and body feeling just the same.

“Kami..go find help..”

He closed his eyes feeling himself starting to slip back into another unconscious state that had Kaminari grabbing him by his shoulders and shaking him a little in hopes of waking him up.

“Sero? Come on, say something to me..”

anonymous asked:

What do you think of superbat?

Hm, well…. okay like I love Lois Lane, I love that over 80 years it’s always and forever Lois, I love the modern hot shot Lois who runs circles around Clark and who he’s head over heals for.

THAT said, I do like the idea of say something bad happens to Lois, Clark’s heart is just ripped out and either Bruce moves in with Clark or forces Clark into the Manor because (stated reason) he’s not going to leave the most powerful person on earth alone with his major depression (real reason) Clark is his best friend and he’s going to fucking take care of him and Jon during this horrible time god damn it. and Slowly they both feel their way toward each other, Dami and Jon develop brotherly feelings, and serve as adorable best men at their SuperDads wedding 

When We Were Seventeen - Sneak Peek

Felicity threw her head back with a laugh. “I can’t believe those lines actually work on someone.”

Oliver grinned loving the sound of her laughter and the way her face lit up. “Are they working now?”

“No you’re lines or not working.” Felicity shook her head in happy amusement. “But something else is..”

“Really?” he murmured lifting one of his hands from her hips and skimming over her shoulder, his thumb brushing against her neck.

“Yes, the way you look at me, that’s all you need to work on me.” Plus she was just looking to have a good time, nothing serious. And Oliver look like he could show her a really good time. She bit down on her lip her hands moving around to grip his shoulders.

Oliver’s hand slid on her shoulder skimmed up the side of her neck tilting her head back slightly, thumb brushed against her cheek. “So if I were to kiss you?”

Felicity shivered at the way his voice dropped an octave, the way his eyes smouldered, lingering on her lips before returning to her eyes. Felicity moved one of her hands back around his neck, cupping the back and tugging his mouth down to hers in response.

His lips touch her light at first, creating little sparks, a shiver coursing through her, butterflies erupting in her stomach.

He wanted to ease into the kiss but the faintest touch of her lips had him, craving more, pressing forward before he could stop himself, his lips slanting over her with want.

Felicity pulled back with a gasped as it felt like his lips had lit a fire through every nerve in her body, it felt like there was no one else but them, that the entire world came down to just the two of them, their bodies. Their desires were all that mattered in that one singular moment.

padsmcfoot replied to your post: Can we move on and stop thinking that Marlene was…

I feel like Sirius wouldn’t like her as much if she was nice all the time. He needed someone that could keep him on his toes. Enough women were nice and falling over him enough. Thus his attraction to her.

I’m not saying she was nice all the time, no, Marlene wasn’t like that. But a lot of people write her in a way that she was mean to him, and not even just jokingly. Which, I think is stupid. Someone who spent his childhood between mean people couldn’t fall in love with someone who treat him in the same way. Yeah, Marlene probably had her own moments and put him down sometimes, but I believe she was kind and friendly to those who deserved it.

sometimes I wonder what yall think about my hamilton

so a traveling shakespeare troupe came to my school today and performed romeo and juliet and it was just so good and

-the actor playing romeo was hella short and the actor playing benvolio was hella tall. at several points he just picked romeo up and moved him around the stage/out of his way.

-when the nurse delivered juliet’s letter they played it up like she was flirting with mercutio but mercutio just looked at her, wrapped his arm around benvolio, and more or less gave her an expression that said “i’m gay”

-when mercutio and benvolio were making fun of romeo for being Heterosexual™ (aka for loving juliet), benvolio picked him up and mercutio gave him a purple nurple

-juliet wore no shoes throughout the entire show except during the wedding when she wore these giant sparkly pink pumps with platform heels

-when mercutio gave the queen mab speech they had benvolio stand behind him and click castanets and go “ooooooooh” every time he dropped a dramatic line

-they had friar lawerance and the nurse say the prologue and the end lines and like…..that changed the impact of the lines and their character significantly. i’ve made a post or two about this before but i personally interpret romeo and juliet as a story about two kids too afraid to come to their parents with a problem because they’re afraid of repercussions. but what about the adults in their life that DID try to help with them with their problems, but still ended up failing them? let’s just say it hit hard and was very telling when the friar and the nurse choked out the last lines of the play while sobbing.

-whenever there was a fight scene, mercutio and benvolio were constantly trying to keep romeo away from the action, as if he was their younger brother who they didn’t want to get hurt in a brawl. during mercutio’s fight with tybalt, benvolio was shielding romeo with his body and physically picked him up and held him back at times. that really changed the dynamic of the three of them and made it even funnier when ben and merc were teasing romeo about his crush on juliet.

-romeo killed paris by hitting him on the head with a flashlight

-the apothecary that sold romeo poison was dressed up as your typical TV drug dealer and he acted like one as well

-while benvolio more or less disappears from the written play after romeo is banished, they kept him around this time and he followed romeo around to make sure he was okay but didn’t say anything. it was implied he didn’t talk because he was still grieving mercutio. (he also wasn’t there when romeo killed himself)

-i was watching it with a bunch of freshmen who hadn’t read the play before but when juliet killed herself nearly half the room started screaming because they were so shocked

honestly this cast was just so good. i’ve also seen them perform julius caesar set in a modern politician’s world and m*cbeth in a post-apocalyptic setting. i absolutely loved this production and i hope i can see more of their work soon

13.01 coda

YAY WE’RE BACK, EVERYONE!!! Did you miss me?? I missed you.

If you would like to be added to or taken off of the master tag list for the season 13 post-episode codas, please send me a message ASAP. Thanks, guys!

Anyway, this scene definitely should have been in the ep.

“Can he teleport?”

“What?”

“The kid!” Dean snaps. “Does he have wings?”

Sam stutters out that he doesn’t know, and, right. How would he? Dean wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and it comes away bloody - his lip stings where he’s touched it.

He closes his eyes and takes a slow breath in through his nose. He’s trying his absolute hardest to keep it together, but his hands shake regardless.

“We can check along the main roads,” Sam placates, mistaking his silence for frustration. “We’ll be faster in the car than he is on foot, assuming he doesn’t fly, and he can’t have gotten far.”

Dean opens his eyes, but he doesn’t reply. He keeps his back to his brother.

“It’s going to be ok, Dean,” Sam says, only a few feet behind him now, and damn it if that just doesn’t break Dean’s heart all over again.

Soon enough he hears the dirt start to crunch under Sam’s shoes. He has to swerve around Dean to get to the passenger side, his usual post in times of crisis, but Dean lets out a sigh just as he gets his hand on the door.

“Wait.”

Sam turns back to look at him, eyebrows raised expectantly.

Dean swallows. “I need you to help me with something first.”

Keep reading

combined two prompts: (Imagine Pennywise falling in love with you after stalking you for months Could we get a fic where Pennywise is absolutely in love with the reader and just completely adores them and doesn’t understand why he feels that way and why he can’t help feeling that way) + this is very long, oops, I really like it though :)

Imagine:

  • he had seen you walking by the sewer drain
  • he was looking for prey but something about you kept him quiet
  • he felt compelled to just watch you
  • so he did
  • took notice of how you moved, what you were wearing, the way your hair was styled, the way you nervously picked at the hem of your shirt
  • he gulped
  • he saw you again a few weeks later
  • followed you home
  • convinced himself it was because you’d be good prey
  • but couldn’t let himself hurt you
  • something about you was offbeat, so he decided to just watch you and stay invisible from your vision
  • he watched you draw, stare out your window, sleep, became completely obsessed with waiting for you to do something he hadn’t seen you do yet
  • he had never been so drawn to a human
  • something he was supposed to be preying on
  • you were twisted and dark, drew disturbing images in your sketchbook and stared aimlessly out the window
  • he wished and wished he could see inside your head, what was haunting you
  • he didn’t know what he was doing here in your room, wasting his time, taking up so much energy trying to stay hidden
  • he would hide under your bed, morph into a bird and sit on the tree outside your window
  • one night he saw you changing and found new emotions erupting inside of him as he looked all over your body, something he had never even thought to notice in the ways he was now
  • every unique curve of your body
  • he wanted to feel
  • he wanted to know what it felt like to have you stare into his eyes
  • would you be scared? confused? excited?
  • day after day he watched you
  • weeks passed, and he went out of his way to check on you and see what you were doing
  • he was a curious clown, and enjoyed seeing you do new human things: brush your hair, clean your room, dance in your room to music
  • he felt a sick sort of pleasure knowing you thought no one was watching you, and seeing you do things you would only do in the privacy of your home
  • you touched yourself, made noises that sounded like you were in pain but he assumed no one would cause so much pain to themselves as often as you did
  • he soon figured out what you were doing, something he became even more curious about as the weeks passed
  • he saw your fingers move inside of yourself, and he wondered if his longer, thicker fingers could make you moan even louder than you made yourself
  • he felt something awakening in parts of himself he didn’t know existed
  • weeks turned to months and by now he had spent countless hours watching you
  • you had a bad habit of walking around at night
  • wandering into the woods too close to dusk
  • he felt obligated to follow you then
  • he couldn’t control it, he had no other obligations
  • he was just frustrated with the why part
  • why were you always on his mind?
  • why didn’t he know you yet??
  • why did he want to protect you
  • maybe because he had spent all this time focused on you, it’d be a shame if someone hurt you
  • that thought was quickly expelled just a few weeks later when he found himself completely taken with thoughts of you
  • he scribbled your name on random objects
  • left trinkets and gifts around areas you frequented in hopes that you might pick one up and take it home, and it could be like a secret gift you didn’t even know he had given you
  • he watched other couples touch each other, fueling his imagination with ways he could touch you and hold you and kiss you
  • god, he wanted to kiss you
  • he had never done any of this stuff before and the desire to just know what it felt like was powerful
  • you didn’t even know he existed! and yet he was thinking all of this
  • the more time passed, the deeper and dirtier his thoughts got
  • he wanted to know why you had watched the same movie 4 times in the span of a couple months
  • he wanted to know why you wore the same shoes every day
  • how you decided to wear your hair in different styles everyday
  • your inspiration for the drawings you made
  • what it would feel like to hold your hand
  • kiss your lips?
  • kissing looked so soft and nice he wanted to try
  • how he could hold you
  • what you thought of when you touched yourself
  • How could he get you? What would it take?
  • all this time thinking about you and conjuring up ways different scenarios could play out
  • how would he approach you?
  • not scare you?
  • he wanted so badly to have you
  • and you were going to be his
  • he just had to figure out a way to do it first…

(thinking about making a part two…)

4

Jun was worried for Mingyu.

I’m only 18

Originally posted by hopeinloveinfinity

GIF NOT MINE

Request: Can you do a oneshot where the reader is an avenger and 18, she meets the team and the guys are being super flirty with her but have no idea that’s she is 18 and when they find out, they’re embarrassed about flirting with her :). Sorry if this super specific and long

Warning: No?


Being the new avenger was exciting. I had been able to shape shift into any person or animal that I wanted to since I was 5 years old. I scared my mother the day I turned into a dog. She could move things with her mind and she wasn’t sure of what I could do until the day we were eating dinner and I decided to act like a dog and turned into one. 

Since then, I would do small things like tricking my friends or I would turn into a bird and fly away. Like Spider-Man, I decided to use it for good. What really caught the public’s eye, was the day a grizzly bear stopped a gas station robbery. That same day Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff showed up at my house. They explained to me and my mother that they wanted me to join the avengers. Naturally, my mother put up a fight and said I was too young, but I am 18 so legally I can go. Waving goodbye to my mother 6 months later and I was officially part of the team. 

“You should turn into a cat, then when the team crowds around, turn into yourself.” Tony suggested. 

“I can’t” I laughed at him, “When I shape shift, My clothes don’t change with me so I can’t turn back until I’m in my room, usually.” 

“We’ll see about that.” He started thinking to himself. 

“Guys this is y/n” Nat called out t the team.

“Hello” I waved to everyone “I know who you all are already, I read the file.” 

“Nice to meet you” Steve shook my hand. “We didn’t hear much about you, it was suppose to be a surprise.” 

I smiled, looking around the room at the team. I noticed Sam, Bucky, Thor, Peter, and Steve were looking me up and down. I met Sam’s eyes and he winked at me and gave a slow nod of admiration. Bucky looked away quickly, Steve also winked, Thor smirked at me and then walked away, and Peter quickly turned around and started a conversation with Wanda. I noticed Clint and Bruce were watching the same thing I was and looked at me and then the guys and shook their heads. 

Originally posted by chrisandchips

Once everything was finally settled, I made my way to the kitchen to get a small snack, I had finally finished unpacking. I was searching for a snack when I hear someone speak up behind me.

“Nickle for your thoughts?” Steve spoke calmly

“I’m pretty sure it’s penny.” I laughed at him

“I just think your thoughts are worth more” he smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“Really?” I rolled my eyes “That’s so lame” 

“What?” He moved a tad bit closer leaning on the counter. “I just wanted to start a conversation.” He chuckled. 

“So start” I reached for the box of cheez-its, but it was too far up. Steeve reached up above my head and grabbed it. I couldn’t help but look at his bicep. Quickly looking down when our eyes met.

“Like what you see?” Steve smirked “There’s more underneath.” 

I blushed at first and then realized, he is old, I’m still 18 and I don’t think he knows that. Instead of telling him, I laughed at him and walked away. 

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

The next person to talk to me was Sam Wilson. I had wandered into the theater room and put a movie in. Sam saw this and wanted to join.

“Can I join you?” He asked as I made my self comfortable on the love-seat, taking up most to the small couch. 

“Sure if you can fit” I joked, moving my legs slightly.

“I played tetris as a kid.” He smirked at me coming closer to the couch.

“Your point?” I asked slightly confused.

“I can make it fit.” He winked at me. I didn’t even react, I just had a straight face and I realized that he didn’t know my age as well, and just like Steve I didn’t tell him. 

Originally posted by tbholland

Peter Parker approached me the next day, as I made my way to the kitchen, he tapped my arm.

“Morning y/n” He greeted me with a warm smile.

“Mornin’ Pete” I smiled back. He followed me into the kitchen. 

“Hey y/n,” He got my attention back to him “Can you feel my shirt?”

“Excuse me?” I asked, confused. 

“I’m serious” He held out the bottom of his shirt and I touched the soft fabric.

“What about it?” I was still confused.

“Does it feel like boyfriend material?” I asked seriously. I laughed at him as my cheeks slightly turned red.

“Absolutely not” Tony cut in “Not allowed.” 

Originally posted by little--batman

“Why do guys have to be such jerks?” My friend Andrea spoke to me on the phone. I had her on speaker while me, Wanda and Nat sat in the living room.

“I know how you feel Ann. What we need is a genie” I joked. “Three wishes would be nice.” 

“That would help a lot actually” Nat joined

“What’s one thing you would wish for?” Wanda asked “ I would wish for world peace. Typical I know.”

“I’ll have to think about that.” Andrea said on the phone. 

“Ditto” Nat spoke up, thinking quietly.

“I would wish for the perfect guy” I joked, earning a small chuckle from Nat.

“Here I am.” Bucky stood in front of us “What are your other two wishes?”

I couldn’t handle this anymore. I had to tell them how old I was before this got worse. I found it funny but I can’t be this cruel.

“Hey guys” I spoke up walking into the kitchen causing everyone to look at me “I have done some thinking.. Some of you, not naming who, have tried to flirt with me.” all the guys looked at each other. “As flattering as that is, I think you should know something about me, and maybe this will make you rethink some things.” I tried to fight the smile forming on my face. “I’m only 18.” 

Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming

Every single guy, except for Peter, Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Vision, went pale. They froze and looked at each other.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US BEFORE” Sam yelled, obviously embarrassed.

“I thought it was funny” I laughed at them

“I already knew that” Peter winked at me

“Lady y/n” Thor looked up from the ground “ I wasn’t sure of your age so I didn’t say anything, but I did not expect that” 

“I feel horrible” Steve apologized. Bucky couldn’t bring himself to say anything as he continued to stare at the ground.

There was a long awkward silence as we slowly continued our business. 

“Wait, You guys hit on her?” Tony raised his voice.

anonymous asked:

that wasn't even an ass grab tbh it was more like jm stuck his fingers in jk's asshole aamdldmf and the way jk's shoulders jumped ....... my sons are gay and fucking

okay, but for real. like, look at this. like, just watch it. and tell me that it’s a normal butt slap. i dare y’all. (gif cred to jikookdetails)

as i was saying before. you can see his fingers moving up and jungkook’s jeans even move up with the pressure. and like, his hands not on his cheek, it’s more in th emiddle and i’m just saying but that’s some kinky ass shit okay. 

and then jk’s reaction?? he jumped, you can see it in the gif, so he was obviously startled. BUT THEN HE GOES AND TURNS AROUND IWTH A GIANT ASS SMILE ON HIS FACE. YOU KNOW HE LIKED THAT SHIT. 

(pic cred to jikookobsessed)

LIKE I CAN’T BELIEVE JIKOOK ARE TRULY BOYFRIENDS WOW. ICONIC. I LOVE THEM. 

thecoolestgay  asked:

Can you please write some adorable reddie cuddling fluff? I've been reading tons of angst and I'm gonna cry 😭

with pleasure my dude

(FYI - they’re a little older in this, nearly 20, as theres a few lil mentions of smexy times and some teasing and making out etc because i don’t write that very much and wanted a change, sue me)

please listen to tee shirt by birdy to get super cutesy vibes and all the feels <3


It was still dark out when Eddie woke up, squinting up to look out the window at the early morning sky. He checked his watch, seeing it was 5:45 am, and smiled. He still had hours to kill before waking up. He felt something move from underneath him and he turned his head to come face to face with Richie’s sleeping form. And he smiled.

Richie had snuck in again last night, just before midnight like clockwork, and begged Eddie to just fall asleep on top of him. So he had, and god was he happy he did. Eddie had fallen asleep on his front, leaning on Richie’s shoulder and tucking his face into his neck, softly sighing as Richie stroked the side of his face to help him fall asleep. He had slept for a good few hours until he woke up, but those few hours were pure bliss. 

Richie shifted again and let out some air through his nose before blinking open his eyes slightly. He saw Eddie staring at him and he smiled.

“You’re staring again.” He whispered. 

“You look cute in the morning.” Eddie said quietly and Richie chuckled, his chest rumbling and making butterflies erupt in Eddie’s stomach. 

“Thank you. You look pretty adorable too.” Richie said, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “What time is it? Do we have to get up now?” Richie asked sadly and Eddie shook his head, holding his wrist with the watch on to Richie’s face.

“We have ages. Go back to sleep if you want.” He said and Richie shrugged.

“Don’t wanna if you’re gonna be awake.”

“I’ll fall asleep too. You know I can’t stay away for too long.” Eddie pointed out, and snuggled into Richie’s neck, pressing a kiss at the base of his throat. Richie hummed in appreciation and rested his hand on the side of Eddie’s face, stroking the hairs just behind his ear. Eddie loved it when Richie was gentle with him, compared to how brash and loud he could be outside or with the others. He loved that side of Richie, it was fun and adventurous and he never knew what to expect from him, but soft, sleepy, Richie was his favourite. 

Eddie started pressing soft kisses across Richie’s neck, listening to the soft noises he was making, and then kissed behind his ear, making him shiver. Richie moved away slightly and Eddie whined, trying to kiss him again.

“I’m way too tired to flip you over right now, please don’t kiss me there until I’m wide awake and ready to go.” Richie joked, but Eddie stopped, knowing he was right. Even though Richie was more dominant in more than one aspect, when Eddie tried to take control he was putty in his hands. Eddie settled on resting the side of his face on the pillow and just staring up at his boyfriend instead. He was so beautiful, all freckles and pale skin and bright, brown eyes. He looked different without his glasses, but a good different. Older, more mature. Less like ‘Trashmouth Tozier’ or ‘Bucky Beaver’ that he had been known as during school. Now, he was just Richie. And Eddie loved just Richie. 

“What are we doing today again?” Richie asked after a short while of peaceful silence.

“Bev asked us to come to the movies with her and then we’re helping Stan pack for College. After that, nothing.” Eddie said sleepily. Richie nodded.

“Wanna get dinner tonight?”

“Not another pizza, Richie. My face is already breaking out from yesturday’s binge.”

“No,” Richie snorted. “Not pizza. Like, real food. From a restaurant.” Eddie smirked and looked up at him.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Tozier?” Eddie nearly died when he saw Richie’s face turn a little pink.

“Would that be so terrible?”

“Only a little bit.” Eddie teased and Richie rolled his eyes, gently flicking Eddie’s ear.

“Asshole.” 

“You love me.” Eddie hummed and Richie smiled, kissing his forehead.

“Yeah, unfortunately.” Eddie scoffed and started to scoot away from him.

“I’m never snuggling with you again.” He threatened and Richie grabbed him before he could move further away, flipping them over and pinning Eddie underneath him. Eddie let out a breath, not expecting that at all, as Richie beamed down at him. “I thought you were too tired?”

“I perk up when you start getting fiesty and bratty.” Richie said and Eddie tutted at him.

“Bratty, pft! As if!” Richie leaned down rubbed his nose against Eddie’s fondly, making his heart melt.

“You’re so cute when you try to prove me wrong.”

“I’m not cute, I’m manly!”

“Shut up, Eddie. You’re adorable.” Richie said, kissing Eddie’s jaw. “Cute, cute, cute!” He kissed his nose, his cheek, and his collarbone for each word and Eddie bit his lip, holding back a smile.

“If the others could see us right now they’d puke.” He said and Richie laughed.

“I think Stan would bust a nut, being in the same room as us would be the most action he’s gonna get.”

“Don’t be mean!” Eddie frowned, swatting Richie’s hand. “Stan is gonna find somebody soon, just you wait.”

“He still won’t get as much as I do.” Richie raised an eyebrow, making Eddie go red.

“Shut up. I just put up with your horny ass because I have too.”

“I never hear you complaining, like, in fact, I always hear you telling me not to stop.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Eddie warned, pointing a finger up at him.

“Billy Boy would be so shocked at the filthy words that have come out of your little mouth, Eds. He’d be asking everyone where his precious little best friend has gone!” Richie grinned. “The answer, by the way, is underneath me. Or on top of me when I’m lazy. Like the good boy he is.”

“Do you kiss your Mom with that trashy mouth?” Eddie asked. Richie shrugged.

“No, but I kiss yours. And man does she love it-”

“Don’t make me say beep beep, you’ve been so good recently.” Eddie groaned and Richie sighed, before flopping onto his side, his arms getting tired. Eddie slowly moved back so he was lying beside him and reached up to move some of Richie’s wild hair out of the way. “You’re beautiful.” Eddie whispered, and for once, Richie didn’t make a joke. He just smiled.

“So are you. I got real lucky.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Shut up.” Richie teased, pressing his lips to Eddie’s, the two of them lazily moving and intertwining hands. When they eventually broke apart, Richie closed his eyes as Eddie carried on playing with his hair. “Can we, just…stay here forever?”

“The bed sheets would get so gross.” Eddie grimaced and Richie laughed.

“I hope you never change, Eds.” He said and kissed him again. Eddie deepened the kiss, running his tongue over Richie’s and pulling his body flush against his. He sighed into his boyfriends mouth and then pulled away, grinning like an idiot. 

“Yeah, let’s stay here forever.”

7

It’s okay even if you’re a little late. If it’s destiny, we’ll meet again.
― Davichi, Forgetting You (x) (x)

8

This is the only place in the Army for me.

Parachute Infantry (pg 157) David Kenyon Webster