With Richie, it was always ‘virgin’ this and 'get laid’ that. He hadn’t always been this way- obsessed with talking about things that made adults give them a sharp, disapproving look when they overheared (and that was just what Richie wanted, wasn’t it? Attention borne from shock? To seem worldly and knowing and lightyears beyond his peers?).
He was crass and rude, imitating the way older boys talked and the television his parents wouldn’t have let him watch had they cared enough to notice. (Stan’s parents wouldn’t have let him watch that kind of TV, anyway. And taking advantage of the times it was just he and Richie at the Tozier household to catch a glimpse of the pixellated forbidden felt like betraying their trust, somehow.)
The Losers all rolled their eyes when Richie bragged of his nonexistent playboy prowress, but tolerated it with little more than quips or exclamations of laughing disgust. Sometimes the more gullible among them- Eddie and Ben, mostly- looked as though they halfway believed him, so it was up to Stan to forever set the record straight.
“This feels like a nice set of titties,” Richie exclaimed, squeezing two water balloons to his chest.
“No it doesn’t, Trashmouth,” Stan rolled his eyes, flicking to the next page of the encyclopedia he’d borrowed from Ben’s room.
“And you know this… How, Stanman?” Richie prompted, and then scoffed, “like any of you virgins would know, anyway.”
Maybe on this particular day, Stan was a little too overheated and irritable, with the beginning of a sunburn peeling his back, to let it go. He closed his book.
“I know that a mammary gland encased in fat and skin doesn’t feel like water sloshing around in latex,” he pointed out. “And if you paid any attention in school, you’d know that too.”
Bill looked up from his card game with Ben and Mike at the tone, knowing the sound of a fight brewing when he heard it. “Guys-” he said warningly.
//yo this is something I’m not editing and it’s gonna be mostly dialogue k kay
//somewhat based off of recent experience of mine
//lemme know if you want more of this because it’s kinda crap. Sorry
//tw hospital mention, angst
Virgil stared the other side’s down for a moment, tears springing to life in his eyes. He didn’t pause to hide his face as he normally did, but instead stared them all down evenly.
“I know. I know I messed up. What, do you think I’m stupid?” The anxious one lowered his gaze to the ground. “I overreacted and panicked and now Thomas is hurt and all I did was make it worse.”
“Kiddo-“ Patton began, but was cut off by a small tug from Logan. The father looked to his logical counterpart, only to see Logan’s face was set in stone, stern.
Virgil looked up to see the disapproving glare from Logan, causing the anxious trait to look right back down.
“Virge…” Roman trailed off, not knowing how to fix the situation. The beeps of the heart monitor nearby reminded them all of the situation they’d gotten into. A simple night out had turned to disaster in an instance.
Virgil turned away from the others, shoulders slumping as he felt the tears flow down his cheeks. “Don’t…don’t find me. Please.”
He sunk out of existence, and the monitor beeped, and the air was heavy. The other sides were frozen, and Thomas was unconscious.
Some cute old couple stevetony for the cap-im flashworks ‘Old Friends’ prompt~ I decided to leave it unfinished/sketchy, the focus more on the faces than the rest.
And they’re from an au since tony looks like mcu but with 616′s blue eyes, plus when i started drawing this I was definitely thinking about the 10+ years of friendship between them in 616. But maybe this is a non-powered au bc this way steve can grow old with tony. And they’re best friends and husbands and adorably in love of course
I liked drawing them a little older and making them look it with little lines and marks and creases too. well, i hope that its successfully showing that.
…hopefully this fits the prompt bc they are old friends right so…^^;
“When one looks on purpose (eg. a man looking at a stranger woman), an attachment will form in his heart, and that will bring nothing but torment and misery.
If that attachment increases to the point that one falls in love, the punishment and torment will only increase, regardless of whether ones love is requited or not.
If ones love remains unrequited, then one will continue to remain in a state of sadness, misery and depression. And one who has his love required is also in a state of great pain, always fearing that he will be parted from the object of his love, always trying to please that object, and always striving to satisfy that object’s needs and wants.
All of this began with a look. Had he averted his gaze, his soul and heart would both be in a state of peace and calmness”