Summary:“DESPERATE NEED: BASSIST. NO SHIT TASTE IN MUSIC. PLUS: BE HOT.” That was all the flyer had said along with a location. Eddie would usually never go to some random club to try out for a band full of people he didn’t know, but his therapist DID tell him to take some more risks.
The warm skin that Eddie had felt in his hands was replaced with cold porcelain. His knuckles went white as he lurched forward, his stomach emptying once again. Eddie tried to remember what had lead up to this; he had downed some vodka and now he was here. At least the hand on his back let Eddie know he wasn’t alone.
“Damn Eds, you gonna make it?” Richie snorted, continuing to rub circles into his back.
Maybe he would rather be alone. This was so embarrassing. Eddie groaned as his memories rushed back.
Eddie and Richie’s heavy breathing synced together as the music stopped, Richie pressing his forehead to the smaller man’s.
“Holy shit, Eds. Didn’t peg you for the dancing type.” He rested his hands on Eddie’s waist, rubbing exposed skin with his thumbs.
“Me neither.” Eddie let out a breathy laugh, lightly pressing back against Richie’s forehead. He had never felt this free before. His head was spinning. His fingers were tingling. He felt a bit nauseous. Richie pulled back with a concerned look on his face.
“You alright, Eddie? You don’t look so good.” He smoothed back Eddie’s hair before pressing a hand to his forehead.
“R-Richie…I don’t feel so hot..” Before Richie had the chance to back away Eddie was hurling onto his shirt.
“Oh, gross! Alright okay, everyone make some space!” Richie had dealt with puke before, he was in a band after all. Richie ushered Eddie upstairs and to the bathroom.
Eddie groaned, his dread being realized has he looked over Richie’s vomit covered shirt.
“Oh god, Richie, I’m sorry.” He mumbled out, resting his forehead in his hand.
“Don’t worry about it Eds, you were really cool.” Richie kept his hand on Eddie’s back.
“I puked on you, that’s not cool.” He wanted to die right there.
“Eddie, listen. You drank like a champ and were the best dance partner I’ve probably ever had.” Richie flashed him a huge grin and Eddie felt his heart squeeze.
“Really?” Eddie couldn’t help but smile. Richie nodded, scooting closer to him and moving his hand from Eddie’s back to rest on his shoulder. He couldn’t help his gaze from landing on Eddie’s lips. Richie had just watched this guy puke his guts out, why’d he want to kiss him so bad?
There was a knock on the doorframe and both their heads whipped up.
Mike stood in the doorway a glass of water in hand.
“Am I interrupting?” He smirked at Richie who was shaking his head furiously.
“Nah. Han my man, what’s up?” He slowly stood, resting his hand gently on top of Eddie’s head.
“Just wanted to bring this poor kid some water.” Mike’s gaze shifted to Eddie with a soft smile as he walked over to crouch down next to the poor man still kneeling next to the toilet. He held out the glass of water.
“You feeling any better?”
Eddie’s shaky hands took the glass, pressing it to his lips lightly.
“Yeah, thank you.” He nodded before realization struck, he hadn’t just puked on Richie but on the floor as well. “I have to go clean that up!”
Mike shook his head. “It’s alright, I already took care of it.” Eddie’s cheeks went red.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry. That must have been so gross.” He took a small sip of water as Mike laughed.
“It’s alright, I used to work on a farm. I’ve seen a lot worse than a little puke.” Mike smiled wider as Eddie continued with the apologizes.
Richie gently curled his fingers in Eddie’s soft hair, sending chills down his spine. He was about to thank Mike again for about the hundredth time when their attention was brought to a door opening across the hall.
Eddie’s face nearly turned beet red watching what was happening in front of them. Bill had Stan pinned against the open door, trailing kisses down his neck. Both the men’s hands were trying to remove the other person’s shirt as fast as they could. Bill only pulled away to pull his shirt over his head, moving back into what Eddie could only guess was their bedroom.
Stan watched the other man with a look that made Eddie’s insides tighten.
Should I be watching this?
Suddenly, Stan turned his attention over to them; more specifically Mike. A grin broke out over Stan’s face as he pointed to the now blushing Mike, making a calling motion with his finger. Mike stood quickly, brushing his hands over his pants.
“Well have a good night you two. Feel better Eddie!” He quickly made his way to Stan and Eddie could barely make out what the curly-haired man said as Mike closed the door behind him, but he heard it.
“Did you really think we’d start without you?”
Eddie stared into his glass of water, his cheeks still flushed while Richie sat on the edge of the bathtub and watched Eddie squirm.
“Does that stuff make you uncomfortable?” Richie stared him down.
“Sex? I’m not a kid, Richie.” Eddie couldn’t look up from the glass.
“No I mean- does it make you uncomfortable ‘cause they’re all guys?” Eddie shrunk in on himself, trying to ignore his mother’s words bouncing around in his head.
Faggots! Disgusting! Eddie you’re not like them! You’re not gay Eddie, we’ll get you help!
Eddie shook his head before downing the rest of his water.
“It doesn’t bother me.” He didn’t sound very convincing. His eyes shot to Richie who was just frowning, and Eddie let out a sigh.
“I wasn’t brought up by the most accepting person.” His eyes were back to the now empty glass.
As Richie stoop up, Eddie’s stomach dropped. He was sure Richie was going for the door. How could he have already fucked this whole situation up? Richie had to hate him now.
Stupid, so stupid, Eddie.
His thoughts stopped dead when he felt Richie’s hand on the top of his head again. It was just as gentle as the time before.
“Let’s get you to bed alright, Ed’s?” Eddie looked up to the taller man who had nothing but love in his eyes. It made Eddie’s stomach flip.
“A-Alright.” He slowly stood and Richie placed a hand on his arm to steady him before they made their way to Richie’s bedroom.
It looked exactly how Eddie would have imagined it; posters lining every inch of the walls, clothes strewn all over the floor, and a desk covered in pages of music and lyrics.
“Sorry it’s a mess.” Richie apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. Eddie just kept taking in all the stuff that Richie had; most of it looked like junk, but cool junk. He walked over to Richie’s desk, smiling fondly as he picked up a Magic 8Ball and sat down onto Richie’s bed.
“Are you twelve?” He looked up to the taller man who was now blushing.
“Hey! That thing has helped me write a lot of songs, alright?” A grin formed on his face as he kicked off his shoes and sat down next to Eddie.
“You do know they’re completely random, right?” Eddie went to shake the 8ball but Richie took it from his hands.
“I’m telling you these things really work, Ed’s” Richie shook it in his hands. “Is Eddie going to be a good addition to the Losers’ Club?” Eddie blushed as Richie asked the question. The answer showed: Very Likely.
“See! It’s magic!” Richie had the biggest smile on his face as Eddie took the 8Ball back.
“Is Richie a total nerd?” Eddie beamed back at the curly-haired man as the answer showed: Yes.
“Woah Richie you might actually be right!” Eddie laughed, and made Richie’s heart squeeze.
“Alright smart guy, give me that!” Richie playfully tried to wrestle the 8Ball from Eddie’s hands.
“No! I’m not done!” They continued the struggle before they both fell back onto the bed, Richie holding himself up over Eddie on shaky arms. The room went silent as Eddie stared up at Richie, their faces only inches apart. Eddie’s hand went limp, the 8ball rolling onto the floor.
After a moment, Richie finally broke the silence. “Do you like the left or the right side?” Eddie’s cheeks flushed while Richie slowly stood up. “Or I could take the floor, I don’t mind.”
Eddie shook his head.
“I-It’s fine. I don’t mind sharing.” Eddie sat up again, pushing off his shoes and scooting onto the left side of the bed. He watched as Richie opened his closet and sifted through a pile of clothes before pulling out a clean shirt. Eddie’s cheeks warmed again as he remembered why Richie had to change.
Richie pulled the dirty shirt off and Eddie couldn’t help but stare. Richie was tall and skinny, but his arms and back had enough definition to show from all the playing and lifting of equipment he did. Eddie felt a dryness in his throat as he watched Richie’s bare back flex, but Richie frowned as he caught a look of himself in a standing mirror he had next to his closet.
Fuck, I look like shit.
After Richie pulled on the shirt and ran his fingers through his hair, Eddie was quick to lay down and pretend he hadn’t been staring when the curly-haired man turned his attention back to the bed. Without warning, Richie flung himself onto the side next to Eddie, a grin on his face while Eddie tried his hardest not to look. A a blush was still creeping up his neck.
Why was I staring? That’s so creepy.
Richie leaned over Eddie to place his glasses on the nightstand. Eddie’s heart was beating like crazy.
“Night, Eds” Richie laid on his back, closing his eyes. Eddie studied Richie’s face for a moment before turning to face the taller man and closing his eyes tight.
Maybe I shouldn’t drink anymore
It had been about an hour until Richie was sure Eddie was asleep. He could hear soft snores over the muffled music still playing from downstairs. Richie turned to face the man sleeping next to him and he carefully reached out to gently push a few strands of hair from Eddie’s face. Eddie may not have understood, but Richie wasn’t a stranger to these kinds of feelings. If only Eddie Kaspbrak was gay was all Richie could think to himself.
sakura: oh my god why do you only hang out with me when you fuck weird people
sasuke: cause i cant talk honestly about it with naruto cause im tryina make him jealous and i cant tell taka bc they dont know what a secret is. god keep up ur supposed to the smart one but you dont get basic sex drama
sakura: i hate you sooooo much
sasuke: look do u wanna know about how weird the sex was or not. i can go
sakura: no you cant youre paying for our food
sasuke: WHY DO YOU HATE POOR GAY MEN
sakura: JUST TELL ME
sasuke: ok. so. saying i fucked him is generous. its more like. he gave me a handjob
sakura: did you not return the favor? that’s cold
sasuke: no listen i tried. i was poppin out the second condom and everything. i was ready
sakura: idk how badly you needed condoms for a handjob
sasuke: let me have safe sex
sakura: okay good job. go on
sasuke: but like then he looked me dead in the eyes, roughly pulled all his clothes all the way back on and said, “hey you know when gaara was like 13 he jacked off to you and WAS NOT subtle. so i just can’t stop thinking about that throughout this. so i gotta go” AND LEFT
So this is my first Harry Hook fanfiction but certainly not my last. Check out all my other descendants oneshots here x
Harry Hook x Reader
Word Count: 5429
You’re the daughter of
the Queen of Hearts. Your mother was always obsessed with what you looked like and
forced you to get into makeup from a young age. She doesn’t accept anything
less than perfect. You were taught to be sly and cunning from day one and are
now a self-proclaimed master card counter and poker player. You’ve always been
a fan of card games and soon after got into gambling, earning yourself lots of
money but lots of enemies along the way as well.
(somewhat lengthy drabble under the cut, bc I wrote a thing but didn’t feel like making a comic)
Two strange companions walked together, a masked man and a super mutant, in the evening sun. They were making the long trek back into Boston from the Commonwealth’s outskirts when Greyson came to a halting stop. Strong easily overtook him before stopping as well, realizing the human was no longer by his side. He looked back at him.
Description: It’s been a whole year since Sanders Sides started, but Virgil hadn’t yet been introduced. Here’s how he feels about that, and how the others make him feel more included.
Word Count: 1,329
Ship: platonic/familial LAMP
Warnings: very brief and not at all serious mention of m*rder. just in case
A/N: i suck at formatting dialogue and i wrote this super fast so it’s not my best work. hope ya’ll enjoy it anyway
“Can you believe today is the day we were introduced to Thomas’ fans? It’s been a whole year!” Roman exclaimed causing the other three to look up at him.
Logan merely hummed in response; a thoughtful look on his face. Virgil pulled up his hood, and shrunk into his hoodie. Today was not his day. They tried their best to avoid introducing him to the fanders because he wasn’t wanted back then. He had to force his way in, and that really hurt. His day wouldn’t be until December. Not like the others will care very much.
“That’s awesome, kiddo! We should celebrate! Ooh I’ll make cookies!” Patton yelled as he scurried into the kitchen.
Roman chuckled as he watched him go then plopped himself down in between Logan, and Virgil. Virgil turned away, and prayed to god that he wouldn’t talk to him. Virgil’s prayers never really get answered unfortunately.
“What’s up with you, edge lord?”
Virgil sighed, and shrugged hoping that would suffice as an answer, but Roman was never that easy to fool.
“Something’s clearly wrong. Come on talk to me.”
“It’s stupid,” Virgil mumbled, and shrunk further into his hoodie. “Just forget about it.”
Roman scoffed, and placed a hand over his heart as if he was offended.
“Please, Virgil. You should know by now that we’re not going to forget about something if it’s troubling you.”
“Really? You forgot that today’s not my day so why wouldn’t you?” Virgil mumbled under his breath. Roman raised his eyebrows at the younger side as he turned to fully face him.
“Virgil you have to speak up. I can’t hear you.”
Virgil abruptly stood up startling the two sides. He took a deep breath, 4 7 8, before turning to face them.
“I said you forgot that today’s not my day! My day’s in December because you guys wouldn’t let me be apart of the videos! I had to sneak away, and force myself in! I wasn’t..I wasn’t wanted so today’s just a grim reminder of that for me. But whatever. Have your fun. I won’t be a bother.”
Virgil’s yelling brought Patton out of the kitchen to see what was going on, but it was too late. Virgil had sunk down to his room. Patton turned to look at the two shocked sides on the couch, and frowned.
“We’re.. awful!” Patton cried. Logan immediately stood up, and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“No, Patton. Roman, and I are the awful ones-”
Logan gave Roman a quick glare before continuing, “You always tried to include him in things. We were the ones keeping him away at first. Just.. let us talk to him, okay?”
Patton sniffled, and nodded as he sat down on the couch where Logan once was. Roman gave him a small smile before standing up, and facing Logan.
“To Anxiety’s room?” Roman asked.
“To Anxiety’s room.” Logan confirmed.
And with that they sunk down together.
Once they popped up in Virgil’s room they took a moment to collect themselves then started to call out for the anxious side.
“Virgil, please come here. We wish to speak with you.” Logan tried.
Just as Roman was about to try Virgil popped up on the stairs, and startled the both of them.
“Didn’t you idiots learn anything about coming into my room?”
Logan cleared his throat, and adjusted his tie as he spoke, “Yes, well we don’t plan to stay very long. We’ve only come to retrieve you so we may all talk in the common room.”
“Yeah, not happening. Just go celebrate, or whatever you’re doing. I’m fine.”
“Ugh, Virgil. Come on. Stop being so stubborn, and just talk to us. We’re sorry we forgot, and we’re especially sorry we even put you through all of that in the first place! Truly. What we did was awful, and we deeply regret it. You’re a good friend, nay, you’re family! Please just believe that, and let us explain ourselves before I lose it! I’m not feeling very glittery right now, and I don’t like it!” Roman ranted, and frantically looked between the two sides.
“Roman is correct. We are family, and sometimes family messes up. Sometimes family shun each other for being different, or even kill each other! Wow, okay, sorry, but my point still stands. Ehh, sort of. Look, everyone makes mistakes, and we’re trying to fix those mistakes!” Logan added on. Virgil looked at them as if they had three heads, and noticed the darkening eyeshadow underneath their eyes. Yep, time to leave.
“God, you morons. Come on. Deep breaths. We’re getting out of here.”
Virgil slowly sunk down as the other two did, and popped back up in the common room with them. Patton immediately stood up, and tackled Virgil into a hug so forcefully that they toppled over.
“I’m so sorry, kiddo!” Patton cried into Virgil’s shoulder. Virgil chuckled, and patted him on the back.
“It’s fine, dad. You were always there for me.” Virgil replied, but still felt tears forming in his eyes. Logan, and Roman exchanged a guilty look.
They both walked over to the pair to help them up. Roman pried Patton off, and Logan offered a hand to Virgil who reluctantly took it.
An awkward silence filled the air once they were all standing. Roman decided to be the brave one to break it.
“We truly are sorry, Virgil.”
Virgil shrugged, and pulled his hood down so he could look at all of them better.
“Yeah, whatever. It’s fine.”
“We will make it up to you.”
Virgil turned to look at Logan incredulously, but smiled nonetheless.
Before they knew it December 19th rolled around. The day Virgil first appeared in a video.
“Virgil! It’s your day!” Roman yelled as he practically dragged the younger out of his room, and sunk down to the commons.
“Geez, Princey. Give a guy some warning before you go dragging him around.” Virgil grumbled with an amused smile on his face to show he wasn’t actually annoyed. No, in fact he was thoroughly enjoying this.
Once in the common room Virgil had to bite back a gasp at what he saw.
“Impressed?” Roman teased, “It was all my work. You’re welcome.”
Before them was a huge blanket fort, one big enough for four people to be exact, and a ton of snacks. The tv played the menu for Virgil’s favorite Disney movie: The Black Cauldron. He’s seen it about a million times, but it’s the thought that counts. They thought of him. Today was his day, and they actually cared.
Before Virgil could stop himself he tackled Roman into a hug, and almost allowed himself to cry. Roman merely chuckled, and held Virgil as close as he could. They only broke apart when the other two came into the room, but Virgil was nowhere near done with his hugs. He tackled Patton next as he whispered, “Thank you dad.”
“Aw it was mostly Logan, and Roman, but I’d do anything for you kiddo! I’m glad you like it.”
With that Virgil pulled away, and turned to look at Logan. Logan smiled, and opened his arms. Virgil gratefully fell into his arms, and this time he let himself cry. This time he let the hug go on for much longer. Not that either of them minded. Logan, and Virgil rarely ever hugged each other, or anyone really, so this was nice.
Once they finally pulled apart Patton pulled Virgil down into the pillow fort, and wrapped his arm around him. Roman played the movie, and sat on the other side of him. Logan sat down next to Roman.
Patton turned to Virgil, and asked, “This isn’t too overwhelming is it, kiddo?”
“No. It’s perfect.”
And everything really was perfect. It had been a whole year of self discovery, love, and acceptance. A whole year of Virgil, and his family.
Me if WKM does turn out to be Dark and Wilfords backstory.
Look I love those boys (And the Jim’s, especially the Jim’s) but having a tragic and interesting backstory doesn’t change that Dark is a manipulator and wants to use people or that Wilford murders people without a second thought.
Adding depth to a character doesn’t automatically dismiss or forgive their shitty behavior.
(I had a friend who told me that I “Darks actions are kind of justified after that” …. They aren’t, the backstory makes him a much more interesting and multifaceted character but doesn’t alleviate him of all wrong doings)
Empress Dowager Cixi, around 25 years old:
I think you look wonderful~
why do I have to wear these western clothes?? What's wrong with my usual, comfortable ones??
Empress Dowager Cixi:
we need to look like we want to be nice to them, AND act like we're above them. I think it's a great opportunity to make you be ‘seen’ on the map again! Like the stories you once told me when I was a concubine~
but those are just stories, Cixi! Plus, the Westerners, I heard that they're more violent, brutal, and strange! I get headaches just thinking about them!
Empress Dowager Cixi:
they can't be that bad. I met one before, actually! His name is America. Have you heard of him? I heard that he's new.
A-America? Who's that? I'm talking about the ones in Europe...
Empress Dowager Cixi:
China, I'm sure they won't be too bad. I find them... interesting. Modernisation in this country is what we need. Obviously, I won't let them do as they please. My authority and your needs come first. And they ARE the children of your old friends, right? Maybe you'll see some familiar faces~
... y-yes... that's true... don’t scare them too much then.
If I saw the right translation, he was annoyed when the 80′ villain girl called him/his race demons?
He preferred the term that looked more like “angel” or “aengel???” I am not sure, can’t find it now. There was something about “heretics” calling his race like this (demons), probably because all this fiasco with not helping to create Eldarya or something..
My point is: why should we call him a demon? He doesn’t really look like a demon (his wings look normal), but on the other hand.. The whole “I guess I am kind of evil”.. look and behavior..
Why not a fallen angel? We don’t know if his race called themselves angels to make the few demons left, fell better about this whole horrible hunt on them.
(also, genocide of an entire race is wrong, I don’t care if Eldarya is unstable because of an action of those who didn’t help 1000 years ago, genocide was a fucking bad move! )
“we are angels, we are good. It’s them who are evil!!” - are they angels? WERE they angels? We don’t know that. BUT a fallen angel is another word for a demon. AND you may say Leiftan kind of has fallen to the bad side. SO.
why don't you use other pictures of griffin? I think the content on this page would be a lot more interesting that way. and I mean, there are SO many good pictures of him.
well, generally the concept behind “Xwheretheyshouldntbe” blogs is to use the same image every time! also because this blog was started as a goof on the original image looking like he was shopped in lol
of course, that doesnt mean that theres not tons of other good ditto pics that could be edited into other places, thats just not for this blog! im not gonna stop anyone from making another version of this blog with a different griffin or all the griffins!
featuring ‘actual troy bolton’ archie andrews, ‘will sass you but not hit you’ jughead jones, ‘actual living meme’ betty cooper, ‘could kill you with her eyes closed’ veronica lodge, ‘probably a murderer but looks beautiful doing it’ cheryl blossom and ‘too gay for this world protect him’ kevin keller
idk i might make more depending on how you guys like them?? i chose colours based solely on how their personalities appear to me
I had this dream where Yakumo actually died sooner than he was meant to, and was in this really beautiful botanical garden surrounded by flowers that represent death, waterfalls and rivers – just really calming and peaceful – and was sitting across a table from his child self
The child Kiku was way different in personality than we saw in Yakumo’s flashback, not quite like young Sukeroku but close to it. More quiet but makes jokes, joyous, laughs and giggles, kicks feet when talking about something. Yakumo was taken back, “is this really me?” He remembered himself wrong after years of destroying himself
There was also a part where young Kiku was showing him around the garden and where memories of his were stored and locked away, and one of the closets young Kiku opened had the outfits from the play that Kiku and Sukeroku performed in and it made Yakumo freeze and walk away unsettled
Kona and Yota tried really hard somehow to get through to this limbo world Yakumo was in, and when they did – prob with aid from a shinigami idk – Yakumo actually closed the doors on them becaude he’s finally enjoying himself, why would he return to a world where he’s suffering
I think another very uncomfortable truth is that, in comparison, the other 3 men have flourished noticeably since the hiatus began. Niall has blossomed and is clearly happy, sharing lots of great fun bfs stuff with his friends and band, embracing life. Liam looks amazing, he is clearly taking care of himself and it shows. I've seen countless fans and blogs talking about how happy Harry is, how he is 'glowing', relishing getting to do his thing. They don't look consistently tired, thin, subdued.
Amazing isn’t it. You’d think that would make people point it out and talk about it more, but nope. What came to mind right away was the last time Louis was papped with James Arthur. And (Louis) looked downright horrible. I was so worried about him when I saw the pics. But still so many were just reblogging and going ‘oh how beautiful Louis is’ and so on. Completely and blatantly ignoring that he looked like hell. I mean there’s no way they couldn’t notice the state of him.
Oh, and Liam looks happy and relaxed except when he is around Cheryl. Then he looks downright frightened. And his selfies are rather on the sad side too.
It happened on October 19. Virgil, Logan, Roman, and Patton didn’t know what was so special about that day.
One day, they were all as normal as possible.
The next, Virgil couldn’t see himself in the mirror, Patton could reach the cookie jar Logan had put up where he couldn’t reach it, Roman could become anybody or animal he wanted without acting or playing make-believe, and Logan could clearly hear the other Sides saying an endless monologue about their daily lives.
a thought I have been thinking about is for those who are FTM wouldn't taking T make them more like their father and for MTF be likewise for taking E. Like would this be accurate to assume durring transition?
I dunno, maybe for some people? I’m genderqueer and on T and I look nothing like my father, and taking T hasn’t made me look any more similar to him. I look more like my brother, since my brother and I are both biracial & Black while my father is white.
Bryce appears as Jared is tying his shoes. Jared ignores him. He can’t ignore the way his heart starts beating in his throat. He’s not even attractive, he tells himself sternly. He’s an asshole. Jared tightens the knot of his laces. There’s a muscular calf directly in his line of vision.
Don’t lie, he tells himself.
“Do you need a ride home?” Bryce asks.
Jared looks around to see if anyone has heard. They’re dressing, laughing, talking. Rafe is watching, of course, but Rafe turns away with a weird quirk of his mouth. Jared is going to have words with him later.
“Are you even allowed to drive?”
“Not an answer,” Jared says, hefting his bag onto his shoulder and making for the door.