i want you to have that hair back

rhinkipoo  asked:

25. “You’re mine. I don’t share”

Mine

Rated M, mention of blood


“You’re mine,” Rhett slammed Link against the wall. It hurt like Link wanted it to, in the ways he begged for. Pain, pleasure was written on Link’s face. “I don’t share,” Rhett hissed.

He’d flirted with the barista with this end result in mind. Rhett held him against the wall forcefully. Link may have been objectively stronger, but he’d stopped putting up a fight.

Rhett kissed Link hard, hand gripping silver-brown hair. Link’s teeth first grazed Rhett’s lips, then went for blood. Rhett pulled back. “Mine.”

“I know, Fuck,” Link breathed, Rhett’s free hand sliding down his body. “I’m yours.”


Thank you for the prompt!

2

“Wish we could but his phone is in his locker at the studio. The police aren’t letting anyone in until they’re finished with their investigation.” Carson ran a hand through his long hair. He could feel the frustration rising inside him.

“You have your phone” Felix pointed out.

“I had it on me” he explained rolling his eyes as he felt his patience slipping.

“Not modeling today” Felix couldn’t quite keep the smugness from his voice.

Carson’s hands bunched as if he wanted to hit something. Instead he stalked off to glare out a nearby window. A slim blue haired girl came to stand beside him after whispering something in Felix’s ear. To Carson’s relief Felix backed off sitting down in one of the uncomfortable chairs in the room. A moment later a gentle touch on his hand-made him look down into a pair of sad green eyes.

3

What Now? *Paul Pogba imagine*

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”Y/N hurry up, we’re going to be late for the dinner” Paul said from downstairs

I sighed before fixing my hair once more, and grabbing my purse and phone. Heading down the stairs Paul’s eyes scanned over my body for a good while before they settled back on mine. “I think we should do dinner another night” He said backing me up against the wall

Just as he was about to place his lips on mine I placed my hand on his chest. “I didn’t get this dressed up, and look this good to have a change of plans” I said giving him a look

Paul groaned, “Cmon you don’t really want to go to dinner do you?” He asked

I nodded my head, “Yes I actually do, I’ll meet you in the car Pogba. Don’t forget to lock the house “ I said moving around him and going to the car

It didn’t take long for him to come to the bar, opening my door as I got in. Getting inside of the drivers seat, Paul started the car and soon after we’d gotten to the restaurant.

Walking inside of the restaurant, the stares from the other guest within the facility we very obvious. And even earned a few slaps and kicks from their partners, as we sat down in our seats I watched as Paul began to get antsy.

I raised an eyebrow, “Whats wrong?” I asked

He stared at me, “Nothing just trying not to jump over this table tonight” He said

I chuckled, and just then the waiter came over handing the both of us menus. After finding what we wanted to order, we told the waiter and handed back our menus . “I’m going to the bathroom real quick, you have your pepper spray?” Paul asked

I laughed, but nodded my head. “Go to the bathroom Pogba”

He flashed his million dollar smirk, before making his way to the bathrooms. I was checking my phone when Paul came back to the table, but the way he came back was a little suspicious.

”Everything alright?” I asked

Paul nodded his head, “Yeah everything’s cool”

I raised an eyebrow, “What’d you do?” I asked again

He sighed, “Alright I may have gotten in trouble but it’s not a big deal” He said

I crossed my arms, “Paul”

He looked like something way bothering and looked around the restaurant, groaning he pulled off his jacket placing it around my legs. I looked at his gesture, “Whats the jacket for?” I asked

He motioned to look around, “Paul, let’s not do this tonight” I said knowing where this road was heading

He raised an eyebrow, “Lets not do what? I’m simply just placing my jacket over your legs you might be cold” He said

I gave him a look as he shrugged, sighing I let it go and we continued on with our dinner. Half way through Paul got a phone call from his coach and excused himself. And at that time it seemed like the perfect moment to the men within the facility to come up to me.

”Excuse me miss?” Someone asked from behind me

I turned raiding an eyebrow at the guy, “Yes?” I asked

He moved around so that he was now sitting in the seat that Paul had been sitting in, “I couldn’t help but notice you all night long, and it seems like the man you were here with was upsetting you. Thought I’d-“

I put up my hand, “I’m sorry but I’m just going to interrupt you right there, that man is my boyfriend and we’re perfectly fine. So if you could please get out of his chair he’ll be right back” I said

The guys chuckled, “Sweetie I don’t think he’s going to come back, so why don’t you just take my number here and call me when you have a chance yeah?” He said

Before I was going to respond to him, Paul interjected. “I hope I don’t have to beat someone’s ass on a date with my girlfriend” He said anger clear in his voice

The guy stood up, and smirked before walking off. Without looking at me Paul spoke, “Grab your stuff we’re leaving” He said

I sighed, “Paul are you seriously-“

”Yes I seriously am going to leave” He said

Grabbing my stuff, Paul and I headed out of the restaurant after he payed. As we walked outside the same guy who’d spoken to me before Paul came in walked out.

In that moment Paul pulled me to him, placing his hand on my ass and pressing his lips onto mine. Surprised at first but not after a few seconds I fell into the kiss not paying any mind that we’re in a public setting.

When Paul pulled away, I was dazed. “Oi shove your number up your ass” He said to the guy before pulling open the car door for me

As we got into the car, Paul pulled out the sound of his car could be heard literally for miles. I turned towards him, “Don’t say it, yes I am and was jealous” He said not looking at me

I chuckled, “It was hot Pogba”

He smirked, “Glad to know that was a turn on for you”

Merlin deleted scenes otherwise known as:

“Julian, it’s just too gay, we’ve got to cut it, I’m sorry.”

protective sentence starters

as requested. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

  • “Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”
  • “Hands off!”
  • “What do you think you’re doing to him/her/them?”
  • “I’ll never let you go.” / “Don’t ever let me go.”
  • “Don’t ever leave my sight again.”
  • “I got your back.”
  • “Where are you going? It’s not safe out there!”
  • “Do you trust me?”
  • “Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”
  • “Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.”
  • “I’d die for you.”
  • “You’ll back off if you know what’s good for you.”
  • “Get behind me NOW.”
  • “Here, I have an extra weapon.”
  • “Duck, you idiot!”
  • “Go on without me.”
  • “Well what did you expect would happen while you’re walking alone at night? Come on, let’s get you away from that creep.”
  • “Hey. Pal. I’ve got a gun/knife/fist/weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.”
  • “You can stop hugging me now.”
  • “You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.”
  • “Quit babying me! I can protect myself.”
  • “I’ll always be there to save you.” / “I know you’ll always be there to save me.”
  • “If you even THINK about touching him/her/them, I’ll kill you.”
  • “[choked up] I thought I lost you.” / “[choked up] I never thought I’d see you again.”
5

Blond Skywalker genes, the secret’s out thanks to the little Matt the Radar Technician incident…

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.

“R-Richie..”

“Mmm?”

“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.

4

The midsummer evenings are so enchanting, don’t you think? A night like this makes me wish I didn’t have to go back. You are Queen of Scots, Ma’am. Yes. Yes, I am always a queen. If you’d come here a hundred years ago, you would have found things very different. The Highlanders back then were for The King Over The Water, until Culloden that is. I used to love the story of Bonnie Prince Charlie escaping to Skye with Flora MacDonald. I remember telling my governess I wanted to be a Jacobite. She told me that wasn’t possible. Not really, Ma'am. No. I have Stuart blood too, you know.

rockerangel9  asked:

Hey,Again I wanted to Resqust another Headcannon of Richie and Eddie. This one is Eddie is out as gay and a kid from school is hitting on him. How would Richie react

~ First of all, Eddie loves telling his coming out story because it is literally one of the funniest things that’s ever happened to him in his whole life and it for sure made the situation less scary and stressful. 

~ He impulsively announced that he had something to say when all the losers were packed into Bills car and he was sitting nervously on the passengers side. He wasn’t quite sure why but this felt like the moment. His mouth spoke before he could stop it. “I have something to tell you guys!” he shouted and instantly regretted it. 

~ He hadn’t even thought about how being packed into a car meant he’d have no way to escape if it all went south. He bit into his lip as his friends quieted to give him attention, even Richie. He swallowed….thinking of all the ways he could possibly back out. “I…well I just wanted to say-”

~ Suddenly, the radio that had been playing some soft song, burst with it’s new loud choice-

~ “I’m Coming Out!” Chimed the radio in Diana Ross’s voice. The car went silent as Eddie took the leap.

~ “That! I wanted to say that!” 

~ “That…you’re coming out?” Beverly asked, a small smile started at the corner of her lips. 

~ Eddie nodded profusely and everyone broke into laughter, Eddie was worried for what felt like an eternity until Bill pats his shoulder and reassures him that they love and support him. 

~With that over with, Eddie walks with his head a little higher in school. He feels so much better about himself. All of the losers notice instantly. 

~ He’s not quite sure why or how, but most of the school just knows too. Eddie notices the decrease in boys comfortably around him. It kills him. His own lab partner seems to have to make sure they sit as far apart as possible. 

~ What quirks peoples eyebrows is the fact that Richie Tozier seems like he hasn’t gotten the memo. Everyone gives him odd looks when Richie throws his arm around Eddie like it’s no big deal. Richie still pinches Eddie’s cheeks like many students saw in passing before. And Richie still sat incredibly close to him. 

~ Eddie secretly adored that he hadn’t changed. He didn’t really think his friends would but he was still thankful that Richie kept on teasing him just the same. 

~ The students though, couldn’t seem to process it. They watched it happen with confusion until Skippy Peterson supplied Richie with smokes in the bathroom. 

“Y’know, Eddie Kaspbrak’s gay right? Aren’t you worried he’ll think you’re flirting with him? What if he thinks he has a shot with you?” 

~ Richie flicked his lighter on and took a deep breath. “I sure hope he does. I’ve been flirting with him since we were like ten. He could’ve had me back then. We could’ve been holding hands at recess if he wanted.” and then he spun out the door, leaving Skippy feeling dumb. 

~ Richie left the bathroom just in time to catch some dude loitering by Eddie’s locker. Which was his job. He started strolling over until Eddie came into view…he could only just hear the conversation.

~ “Hey, Eddie right? I saw you with your friends the other day but I was a little nervous to talk to you then.” 

~ “Why would you be nervous Connor? I have those notes you wanted in my locker, if you would’ve asked I would’ve given em’ to you.” Eddie shrugged as he opened his locker. 

~ Richie rolled his eyes, a little glad that Eddie couldn’t be more oblivious to the fact that this Connor guy was flirting with him. 

~ As Eddie stood on his tip toes to reach, Connor took the chance to look him up and down. That was the last straw. Richie bounded over and slung his arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “How ya doin’ Eds?” he ruffled his hair and gave Connor a back off look. 

“Don’t call me that- Oh here you go, Connor.” Eddie handed him the notes and he looked like he might say something else to Eddie but then took another glance at Richie and decided against. 

“Huh, wonder where he’s going so fast?” 

~ “Probably to find some other guy to flirt with.” 

~ “He was not flirting with me.” Eddie rolled his eyes as Richie leaned against the neighboring locker, looking smug. 

“He had his eyes all over you, Eds. His flirting isn’t as good as mine though, Right?” Richie stuck his nose in the air. Eddie gave him a confused look. 

“How would I know?” 

~ “Because I’m always flirting with you…..is this not as clear as I thought?” 

Misunderstanding

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You’ve been secretive around Tom and he’s finally had enough. 

Warnings: Angst, Emotional Tom

A/N: I’m back and ready to attack xx Hope you all enjoy this Imagine :,)


[Reader’s POV]


    Today seemed to go by slowly as you sat around watching people pass around in a blur. Minutes seemed to merge into hours as the morning started turning into the afternoon. Tapping your foot against the bar of the chair you were sitting on. A small hum filling the space around you. 


“Have you seen Tom around?” looking up to the familiar voice you see Chris Evans standing in front of you. Shaking your head no he frowns before taking off towards a different direction. Unlocking your phone you start scrolling through Pinterest again. Your nails tapping against the screen of your phone.

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Svt as weird customers I’ve incountered~

Hey hey hey ya girl is back again, WOOP


Kk here we go, pls enjoy~

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Scoups: “Can you double bag the gummy snacks? I don’t want my wife to know I’m cheating on my diet, I Mean, they’re for my kids obviously but…please”

Jeonghan: “be careful that one is open,
I washed my hair in the bathroom sink to make sure I liked it”

Joshua: “young miss look to your right. Now your left. And behind you. God was everywhere you just looked have a blessed day”

Junhui: “I didn’t like the aura your bathroom had”

Wonwoo: “I wish you guys sold books here *whispers* "yea, that’d be nice”

Hoshi: “I can’t find the lamp aisle; where is the lamp aisle”

Woozi: “I almost punched someone, not because they made me mad I just *punches in front of him* reflexes you know?”

Mingyu: “LOWER YOUR CEILINGS I JUST HIT MY HEAD-wait no, raise your ceiling haha I’m stupid, no stop it you are amazing yeah!”

The8: *gets 20 cases of beer* “don’t judge the state of my liver.”

Dk: “I wish it was sunny outside so I could be happy again!” *laughs like they’re about to cry*

Seungkwan: “I came in here to see how my butt looked in these jeans but you don’t sell full length mirrors so I’m going to Walmart now”

Vernon: *smoking a joint while buying chicken and then leaving the chicken on the register*

Dino:
Me: “would you like a sticker?”
Him: “I’m actually seven now so a sticker is not required to make me happy”

I wanted to make a few busts of the robins so that I would have a consistent color pallet to reference back to instead of opening all my different files. It bothers me how in DC its really hard to tell these four apart in a majority of the comics (aside from Damian who’s usually at least a foot shorter than the others)

Like! they even took away Jasons hair shock. Seriously! Thats my way of telling him apart from Dick you maniacs! At least give them different skin tones or hair smh

BTS Reaction: Seeing Their Girlfriend’s Cleavage When She Bends Down (Part 2/3)

Requested by Anonymous

A/N: And here is part 2!! Writing two or three members on each written reaction is way more convenient, so I hope you don’t mind me doing it this way! Part 3 is coming soon!! 💕

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Jimin

Originally posted by jiminrolls

“Ah~ This recipe is too hard!! I give up on cooking”

Jimin exclaimed, looking at the piece of paper that was in his hands. Cooking was never his forte but today, he wanted to make dinner himself. His plans quickly went downhill though as soon as he started reading what he had to do. Looking over at your boyfriend from the other side of the room you couldn’t help but chuckle, walking over to him.

“C’mon.. Let me help you”

You offered, bending over to see what the recipe called for. Of course he starred at your clevage, almost instantly. How could he not?

“Hey.. Cooking can wait”

He smirked grabbing your waist to bring you closer.

Taehyung

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“Jagi!”

Taehyung’s whiny voice could be heard from his room and you couldn’t help but chuckle. This must have been the fifth time in the past ten minutes he called for you. Turning off the television you walked to where he was, only to find him furiously looking at a piece of paper.

“What’s wrong this time babe?”

You asked giggling slightly as he raised an eyebrow. Turning over to you, he motioned to come closer, obviously needing your help with something

“How do you pronounce this?”

“Hmm.. Lemme see”

Your eyes scanned the text with Tae’s lines, more specifically English lines, bending over a bit, to see better. His eyes immediately met with your upper body area, fighting himself to not look

“No, you have to study!”

He practically screamed at himself, leaving you very confused.

Jungkook

Originally posted by nochujungkookie

“Babeeee”

Jungkook whined from your shared bedroom causing you to sigh. He truly acted like a baby when he was sick. Placing the bowl of soup, along with a glass of water and his medication pills on a tray, you made your way upstairs.

“I’m here, I’m here~”

You smiled sweetly at him, leaving the tray down at the nightstand next to him. Despite his annoying behavior, he looked so cute. Makeup free face, with the blanket almost up to his chin and his hair messy, he looked at you with big puppy eyes

“Jagi.. My head hurts”

He complained pouting. Fearing that his fever might have returned you instantly bend over to place a kiss on his forehead, wanting to check his temperature. I guess, being sick, was not going to stop him from getting horny, as he wrapped his arms around your waist leaving small kisses on your neck, being obviously aroused by your cleavage.

“Jungkook!! You’re going to get me sick!”

You yelled pulling back.

“But babeee~”

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.”

~College!au Pen Pal Jungkook~ PART SEVEN

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Originally posted by jkguks

You awoke to the feeling off movement under you. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you slowly opened your eyes. Oh. 

You didn’t remember falling asleep in this position so you assumed it happened while the both of you were asleep. Jungkook was laying underneath you, his right arm wrapped around your waist. Your head rested against his chest where your right hand was placed next to and your left hand was behind his neck, able to reach his soft hair. Not to mention you manage to cling to him like a koala: Your right leg was wrapped around his torso and his left hand rested on your knee.

Feeling flustered at your close contact, your face grew red. He stirred again and this time, his eyes started to open. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping he couldn’t feel your racing heart beat. 

“I know you’re awake,” Jungkook’s hoarse voice made you snap your eyes open. 

Chucking at your flustered state, he took a strand of your hair and pushed it away from your face. 

“You woke me up,” You muttered, not bothering to move in the slightest, “You move around too much.”

“Well, if you moved around and didn’t cling to me like a koala, I wouldn’t be here,” He rubbed his face with his hand.

It was funny. The embarrassment was practically radiating off the both of you yet neither of you made a movement. You stayed, face planted against his chest, looking up at his expression. His eyes were still adjusting to the light pouring in from your window. His hands didn’t move from around your waist nor did his legs kick you off of him. 

Hm, maybe you were enjoying this a little too much.

“You don’t have class today, right?”

You shook your head, and wiggled in his grasp. Letting his arms loose, you sat up and stretched your arms out. Whining at the sound of your back cracking, you pouted, “Great. Now I’m sore from the position I was sleeping in.”

“You’re sore?” He asked with a smirk, “My leg has been asleep this entire time and the slightest movement puts me in excruciating pain.” He smiled at the end of his statement. Was this boy always so competitive and confident?

“Any movement, huh?” Now it was your turn to smirk. Before he could speak, you shoved him off your bed and he landed on the floor with a thud.

“Ow,” Jungkook said, void of any emotion. 

“Come on. You had to see that coming,” You grinned, walking over to where he was laying. 

Standing up, he puffed his cheeks out in an adorably angry way while you simply stared back at his with a cute smile. 

“You owe me breakfast.”

“Wha–Fine,” You grumbled. Grabbing some clothes from inside your dresser you turn to Jungkook who was looking around your dorm room. 

“Aren’t you going to change?”

“Right,” he snapped his fingers before grabbing his phone resting on your nightstand. “I’ll meet you at the cafe.”

“Okay, bye!” He stepped out of your room and you walked into the bathroom to take a shower. 


“You clean up well,” You smirked, remembering how he looked this morning: his disheveled yet still perfectly styled hair, his wrinkled clothes, and tired eyes. 

“I try,” Jungkook smiled with a shrug. He sat across from you and you slid him his usual order. 

“You know my order?” He grinned, mischievously.

For a second you paused before blurting, “Of course. I sit at the booth right near the line, so I’ve learned most of the usual customer’s orders.” When he raised an eyebrow as if in doubt, you proved it, “Like her. She comes every Monday and Friday and orders a milkshake.”

Just as you finished speaking, the girl was next and she ordered her strawberry milkshake and waited near the counter. 

“I don’t know whether to be impressed and call you observant or a stalker,” Jungkook chuckled, causing you to nudge his arm from across the table. 

“So what’re our plans for today? I’m being your wing girl, right?” You asked, as he took a bite out of his breakfast sandwich. 

“Yeah, but let’s have us day before we jump into finding my pen pal? It’s been a while since I’ve seen anyone from childhood,” He tilted his head to the side, a shy smile appearing on his lips.

“Me over your pen pal? I’m honored,” You placed a hand on your chest, and wiped a fake tear away.

Rolling his eyes, he crumbled the empty wrapped and grabbed your hand. Tugging you out of the booth, he lead you out of the cafe. 

“I’m going to show you all of my favorite on campus spots. I’m assuming the cafe is all where you’ve been?”

You scoffed as if insulted.“No! I’ve been to…the library,” You sighed in defeat. 

“Well, lucky you have me,” He walked towards a group of boys in front of the cafe.

“Hey, Jungkookie!” One of them grinned, motioning over. Ah, so these must be the friends he’s so ‘soft’ for. 

“Hey, hyungs,” he waved with his free hand. 

Another boy’s eyes flickered toward you and then your interlaced hands. “Who’s this?” He asked, with a hint of a suggestive tone. It was then when you both realized you were still holding hands. Jumping apart from each other, you fiddled with your fingers behind your back.

“That’s obviously Y/N,” The one with light brown hair, you recognized from one of your classes, named Taehyung, said.

“What do you mean ‘obviously’?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jungkook told us about his old classmate who’s going to help him find his pen pal!” One you actually recognized, Taehyung, grinned.

“They know about your pen pal?” You asked, curiously.

“Of course. All we ever hear is either ‘She can be so stubborn sometimes and I want to smash her face with a brick,’ or ‘She gets me and I just want to be able to thank her.’ There’s really no in between; Jungkook either hates her or loves her,” One of the boys said, matter of factly.

You did your best to refrain from blushing and turned toward Jungkook with a forced smirk. He was staring at the boy who just spoke with his nose crinkled up and eye slightly twitching. 

“Too much information, Namjoon hyung.”

Namjoon shrugged in response and you laughed aloud. “Awe, that’s cute. You have a little crush on your pen pal,” You pinched his cheek, lovingly.

Rolling his eyes, he gestured to you, “See? Now she’s not going to let that go!”

You nodded in confirmation, “Never.”

You went through introductions and now knew the names of his friends. Easier for you; now you didn’t have to refer to them as ‘insert hair color here’ boy. 

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N, but I have a feeling Jungkook wants us to go away,” Jin, the eldest, motioned toward Jungkook who was looking impatient. 

“Yes, actually. Please do,” Jungkook smiled, sweetly. The boys rolled their eyes and bid you goodbye and then it was back to you and Jungkook. It was when they finally left when Jungkook tugged at your hand again and begin walking.

“Now, where are we going first?” You asked for which Jungkook answered with a mischievous smirk. 


HEY!!! Miss me? Sorry I didn’t post at all yesterday *begs for forgiveness* but here’s part seven! I hope you enjoy!!

Part 8?

them..

Stargazing II pt. 1

Jimin x reader

genre: angst!, fluff, smut, boyfriend!jimin

word count: 15.5k


He was your first love, your soulmate who shaped your heart, covered it with scars no one was able to erase..except for the one causing the indentations deforming the once beautiful muscle that still longed for the part that was torn out on a day in late autumn.

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Scream

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Request: Could I request a bucky smut where bucky and reader have had an argument and are ignoring each other but the next day they are full on screaming at each other and buckys like fuck it and throws reader against the wall and leads to angry make up smut and later the rest of the team are just like “guess they made up then”

Word Count: 1380

Warning: Smut and profanity.


Y/n was breathing heavily as she walked towards her room, she could hear Bucky’s heavy footsteps quickly following behind her. Coming to an abrupt stop, she turned around quickly causing her hair to swing around her face.

“What the hell do you want Bucky?” She seethed out.

Glaring at her, “You need to start training more often.”

Y/n scoffed, “I don’t need training, how many times do I have to tell you?!” Her voice began to rise in volume.

“After what just happened out there?!” Bucky shook his head as he stepped closer to her, she didn’t back down as he did so, only putting her hands on her hips, “You might want to rethink your technique because last time I checked, you shouldn’t need someone to cover your ass every moment of a mission.”

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the end. [ damien x reader ]

summary: the reader and damien were lovers before WKM. they still care about eachother even after the events of WKM

warnings: angst and spoilersTM

a/n: needed to get this out my system bc i’m still crying

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MASTERLIST.

Gray. A whole world of nothing but gray tones and colors, a vast emptiness that has no start or finish…That is what you see, or at least what you think you see. The first time you had been here was right after being shot, faced with a dilemma whether to live on as a…being or die as yourself. Putting your trust into the wrong people had driven you to the first option. That day there was darkness all around you. Now it’s all simply gray. The surface of this place is wet, calm streams of water rush by your feet, but why or to where you have no clue. Gray. Time passes neither fast nor slow, you cannot dream or eat or do anything but exist and feel certain things. Only strong emotions though, the ones that are powerful enough to break the shell of indifference that constantly surrounds you. Those emotions flash in bright violent colors, namely blue and red, representing of the two other people stuck here with you. Celine and…Damien.

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