summary— your sugar daddy says you don’t have to sleep with him if you don’t want to…trouble is, you do want to. You’re just nervous and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the true pleasures of sex, andboy, are they good…
headcanon of how the losers club find out eddie and richie are dating? and their reactions?
Okay so all of the losers find out about Eddie and Richie at different times. Eddie and Richie started dating mid-way through there sophomore year and decided to keep it secret because they didn’t want to deal with all the teasing they would get from there friends.
The first to find out was Bev who was hanging out with Eddie one day in his room and when he left to go grab them some snacks she ended up finding a love letter that Richie had written to Eddie (Bev always snoops through the boys stuff because she has to “Make sure her boys aren’t hiding anything from her”) she honestly wasn’t that surprised but still decided not say anything until they decided they were ready to tell everyone.
The next to find out was Ben. The three of them were doing a History project together (everyone in class wanted Ben in there group because everyone knows how good at history he is but as Richie so beautifully put it “Best friends only bitches” and it ended up only being the three of them even though they could have five in a group) They were working in Ben’s room, well Ben was working, Eddie was trying to help, and Richie was mostly making jokes about Eddie’s mom and talking about how boring the whole project was, when after a few hours of working they ran out of glue and Ben drew the short straw so he had to run down to the store to get some more. When he got back he found Eddie straddling Richie’s waist and what looked to be two of his best friends in the middle of a very hot make out session. Ben took a few steps away from his bedroom door and yelled “Guys I’m back” the two boys ripped apart oblivious that there friend had just caught them and Ben inwardly chuckled at how disheveled and flustered his friends looked but didn’t say a word about what he had seen.
The third to find out was Mike. Mike and Eddie were hanging out at the arcade waiting for Richie to show up. They waited for thirty minuets and both knew that they would probably be waiting for another thirty more because Richie was never on time for anything in his whole life. Mike and Eddie were having a good time anyway they played a couple rounds of ski-ball then they decided to get some drinks. Mike started joking around saying something about how if Richie put half the time into getting to where he’s supposed to be as he did in making jokes about his dick that maybe he’d be here by now. Eddie chuckled at this and playfully said “Hey don’t talk about my boyfriend like that” Eddie’s smile quickly faded and Mike turned to look at him “Uh I-I mean my friend, don’t talk about my friend like that” Eddie said suddenly developing a stutter almost like Bill’s. “Yeah I know what ya meant Eds” Mike said to his smaller friend while trying to hide the smile on his face, and he did know what he meant. Mike had had his suspicions about Eddie and Richie for while and if Eddie’s quick reaction to accidentally calling Richie his boyfriend didn’t prove his suspicions then the extra long smile the two gave each other when Richie finally showed up definitely was.
The next to find out was Bill. He and Bev were studying with Eddie and Richie at his house when Eddie suddenly stood up and announced that it was getting late and he should be getting home. “B-b-but it’only s s-six” Bill said looking at his watch he knew that Eddie didn’t have to be home till 7:30. “yeah but you know how my mom gets so I’ll see you guys tomorrow” Eddie said and then glanced at Richie for longer then necessary. “ Yeah I should probably get going to” Richie said following the shorter boy to the door. “Come on Ed’s i’ll walk ya home” Richie said while giving Eddie a wink that he didn’t think his other friend’s would notice but Bill did. “D-did you see that” Bill said to Bev when Eddie and Richie closed the door. “See what” Beverly said looking up from her Algebra book for the first time. “That w-wink” “The w-wink that R-richie gave Eddie when he said he’d walk him h=home” Bill said to Ben. “Oh that yeah I uh I have no idea” Bev said without looking Bill in the eye. “Bev what do you know” “nothing” Beverly said quickly “Bev” Bill said sternly “I’m serious I know nothing about Eddie and Richie’s secret relationship that they are rudely keeping from the rest of the us” “What!!?” Bill shouted to his female friend. Bev went on to tell him that he couldn’t tell anyone and to not mention it to Eddie or Richie until they were ready to tell them themselves. After the shock of what he had found out had settled in Bill realized just how much sense the two made together and was happy that two of his best friends had found each other.
The last of the group to find out was Stan. He and the rest of the losers were at the movies was sitting in between Bill and Richie with Eddie sitting beside Richie on the very end. about halfway through the movie Stan looked over and saw Eddie and Richie holding hands. Stan looked over at his other friends to see if they were seeing what he was but all of there eyes were focused on the screen. “Y-y-you alright Ss-tan” Bill asked looking at his curly headed friend. “ Yeah I’m fine just kinda confused” he said glancing at his friends hands again. “Oh w-well I can f-fill ya in” Bill then spent the next five minutes stuttering in Stan’s ear about the movie that he really wasn’t confused about at all. Stan thought to himself how blatantly obvious it was that his two friends were secretly dating and inwardly laughed at himself for taking so long to figure it out.
A few weeks later Eddie and Richie finally decided to to tell there friends about there relationship. The losers tried to look shocked but all ended up failing miserably.
Fandom: Marvel Ship: Peter Parker x Reader Requested: No, but taken from this post Genre: Fluff Warnings: Homecoming Spoilers, Food Mention, Kinda Swearing?? A/N: Shoutout to @hands1766 for sending me this post to begin with :) A/N #2: It’s insinuated that reader uses female pronouns Part TwoPart ThreePart Four
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Peter Parker was pretty sure he was in love with you. Ever since the first day of sophomore year, when you had been assigned as his lab partner, he knew he would be smitten for you. You had made a science pun within the first few minutes of class to him, and honestly, what more could Peter ask for?
But then you had become friends, and he had gotten to know you, and he realized there was so much more to you than a beautiful smile and dorky humor. You were generous and kind, and you were shy but outgoing when you were comfortable with someone.
You had grown to be comfortable with him, and Ned, and Peter fell in love with your personality even more. You still made cheesy puns at any opportunity you could get, and while Peter would grimace and say, “C’mon, that was so bad”, he secretly loved them. You laughed in response, knowing the truth.
Sophomore year had come and gone, and the three of you had been attached to the hips. You were your own little group, with Michelle sitting with you guys at lunch but never admitting she was a part of the group.
It was now junior year, and the three (four) of you were as close as ever. Peter was excited to hear that the two of you still had science together this year, and he was hoping you would be paired up as lab partners again.
And, thankfully, you were assigned his partner. You walked over to him with a bright smile on your face, and Peter’s heart nearly stopped in his chest. It was the exact same image he remembered seeing on the very first day of sophomore year. And here you were, a year later, your hair grown longer and your smile even bigger as you walked towards him. You sat down, and he still stared at you with admiration. You stared at him back, and muttered the same pun that was one of the first things he had ever heard you say to him.
He laughed the same laugh, quiet enough to keep the moment only between you two in the back of the classroom. In that moment, he didn’t know what he would’ve done without you if you hadn’t come into his life a year ago. You made his life lighter, you gave him the strength he needed when he felt like he was failing everyone—the city, his aunt, his friends, and even you.
He was thankful you found out about his powers when you did—the night of Homecoming, when you had helped Ned take down his attacker. He knew he should’ve been more worried about Liz, his date, who he had abandoned to go apprehend her father, but he couldn’t help himself from panicking about you, standing in front of him with an alien weapon in your hand.
“(Y/N)!” He had yelled, rushing over to you as he completely forgot the Spiderman attire he was dressed in. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
He pulled the weapon from your hands, placing it on the ground before he rested his hands on your shoulders, and you laughed a little shakily as you looked him up and down. “So, Ned told me you’re Spiderman,” you said in response, and he gasped as he remembered he was in his suit.
“I, uh,” he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t care that it was you who Ned had told, but still. He didn’t want his secret to put you in harm’s way. “You didn’t answer the question,” he said instead, and you smiled.
“I’m fine, Pete,” you had said. “Now go save the day.”
You leaned in to give him a hug, and it wasn’t the first time you two had hugged, so he could tell you were holding on tighter than usual. “I’ll be fine, (Y/N),” he whispered to you, quiet enough for Ned to not hear.
“Yeah, you’re right. You will,” you pulled back from him, his body no longer touching yours. You took a few steps backwards, and he thought he could see a glassiness in your eyes, but you looked down too soon for him to be completely sure.
“Bye guys,” he had said before swinging off into the distance.
That was the night Peter realized he had fallen for you.
And still, many months later, he couldn’t find it in himself to confess. He thought that you felt the same, or maybe he was just reading into things too much. But every time you blushed when he swung his arm around your shoulder when you walked, or when he would catch you smiling at him as he spoke and you would look away quickly when he noticed, or when you would stay awake for him until he texted you that he was back at his apartment after a night of crimefighting, he questioned whether your feelings for him were truly platonic.
He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but he could just tell. It had to be true. He had built himself up into thinking you felt the same way too much that he would crash and burn if it weren’t the truth. He had tried to think of ways to ask you out before his confidence in your feelings could waver, but with every idea that came, he knew you deserved better.
You deserved the best. He needed to give you the best.
As the two of you finished class together with the teacher simply explaining what he had planned for the next year, the two of you parted ways in the hallway to go to your respective classes.
“What do you have next?” You asked him as you walked out of the science lab.
“Um,” Peter hummed, pulling out his schedule to check. He hadn’t had any time to memorize it due to his Spiderman duties. “History. You?”
“English,” you frowned, a sad look in your eyes.
“What about after that?” He asked, looking back down at his schedule.
“Gym,” you said, and he smiled, looking up at you.
“Same,” he said, and a smile lit up on your own face.
“I guess I’ll see you there then,” you began to walk backwards, smiling even wider at him. “Bye, Peter,” you said and turned around.
“Bye, (Y/N),” he whispered, more to himself than to you. He needed to tell you. He didn’t think he could take this any longer.
So in his next class, where he thankfully found Ned sitting in a seat in the back, he tried to make a plan. He plopped down in the seat next to Ned, saying, “I’m gonna ask (Y/N) out.”
Ned didn’t look up from his book. He had heard Peter say this on many occasions. “Oh yeah?”
Peter shook his head, although his friend wasn’t paying attention, so he slapped his arm. Ned recoiled, finally looking up while rubbing his arm.
“I’m really gonna do it this time,” Peter said excitedly, practically jumping in his seat.
“Alright,” Ned said slowly, still rubbing his arm. “How are you gonna do it?”
“Well, that’s why I need your help,” Peter elaborated. “I don’t know how to do it. But it needs to be special.”
“Special,” an eyebrow quirked on Ned’s forehead.
“Yes, Ned, special,” Peter replied, exasperated. “So help me out. Do you have any ideas?”
As Ned opened his mouth to speak, the teacher entered the room, announcing her name to the class. Peter sighed, annoyed, but turned towards the front of the class to pay attention.
For most of the class, Peter zoned out, thinking about ideas to ask you out. He thought of a sign, and asking you out in front of the whole school, but he discarded that idea immediately. You never liked having everyone’s eyes on you.
He thought about a cake, or pizza, in the shape of a heart, but he thought that was too cheesy. Although, he could make a pun with the pizza.
‘I know this might be cheesy, but will you go out with me?’
No. Definitely not. He tried to think of something else.
But with everything he thought of, he knew none of them were good enough for you. Everything was too lame, or it had been done too many times, and none of them were special enough. He wanted to do something special.
Before he knew it, the bell rang. He leaped up from his chair, asking Ned what class he had next. “Gym,” he answered, and Peter smiled excitedly.
“Great, great,” Peter said, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the classroom quickly. “Did you think of any ideas for (Y/N) during class?”
“Wha- no!” Ned exclaimed, pulling his arm away from Peter’s grip. “I was paying attention to the teacher. It’s the first day of school, Peter!”
“Yes, but this is really important, Ned,” he begged, grabbing his friend’s arm again. “Just help me think of something!”
“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Ned said, as if it was as simple as that.
Peter stared at him, disgusted. “I said special, Ned. Special.”
The two continued to bicker on their way to the gym, and when they arrived, they retrieved their gym clothes before going to change. Peter finished changing first, and he walked out to see you sitting on the bleachers with some people around you. You laughed at something someone said, leaning forward with your hands on your knees as you smiled widely.
Peter sighed, admiring you. You were beautiful. He didn’t think he would ever get used to your beauty.
“Hey, Parker!” Peter heard, and he sighed again, this time not in a good way. He turned to see Flash walking towards him, a smirk on his face. His yell caught the attention of a few other people in the gym, including yours.
“What do you want, Flash?” Peter said, aggravated that it was only the third period of the new year and he was already being harassed.
“I’m gonna need to have a chat with your little buddy, Spiderman,” he said, walking closer to him. Peter’s heart began to beat harder in his chest.
“And why is that?” He asked as Flash stopped a few feet away from him.
“He trashed my dad’s car. The thing is completely smashed up,” Flash said with an angry voice, but his face didn’t look bothered at all.
“Yeah, well, that’s not my problem,” Peter replied, and he knew he was asking for it when Flash took another step forward, his eyebrows furrowing.
“What was that?” Flash clenched his hands into fists to threaten Peter.
(He was not at all threatened.)
“I said, that it’s not my problem. I don’t even know who the guy is.”
Flash took the final step forward for them to be face to face, and he tilted his head slightly when Peter stood his ground.
“Hm, you seem to have gotten awfully confident this past summer, Parker,” he stared at him up and down, eyebrows still furrowed. Peter kept staring straight into his eyes. “We’re gonna have to fix that.”
“Hey, guys!” A cheerful voice said loudly, and Peter felt an arm swing around his shoulders. The two boys looked to their sides to see you standing there, a blinding fake smile on your face as you glared at Flash. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing at all,” Flash’s eyebrows were no longer furrowed, and his hands were now unclenched, hanging loosely by his sides. “How are you doing today, (Y/N)? How was your summer?”
It was Peter’s turn to have furrowed eyebrows and clenched fists. He had always known Flash had a crush on you—he was incredibly obvious. But to see him flirting with you now, just minutes after Peter was talking about plans to ask you out?
It pissed him off.
You laughed Flash’s flirting off, not answering his questions. All you said was, “I just came to get Peter. Now, if you would excuse us.” And then you slid your arm from around his shoulders and instead grabbed his hand. Peter sucked in a quick breath of air at the feeling of your fingers interlocking with his.
“He’s such a dick,” you muttered to Peter, and he could only find it in himself to nod in response.
The two of you chatted until Ned joined you, and then the three of you talked until the teacher arrived. Peter was jittery the whole time, still stuck on how to ask you out in a special way. The teacher made his way into the gym, announcing his name before ordering all the boys to pair up and practice sit-ups. Ned groaned as him and Peter jumped off of the bleachers, and Peter laid down on the mat first. Ned kneeled in front of him and held his feet.
“Did you think of anything?” Peter said quietly to Ned as he began to do the sit-ups. He glanced behind him quickly to see you talking with the same people you had been when he walked in. He looked back at Ned, continuing the sit-ups.
“You’ve gotta think of this yourself, dude,” Ned said, and Peter groaned. “If you want it to be special, then it needs to come from your heart. Not mine.”
Peter laughed quietly, and Ned replied with a quick, “Shut up.” He had never heard his best friend sound so sappy before.
Your loud laugh suddenly echoed through the gym. Peter smiled, turning around subtly to see your face. You were covering your mouth embarrassedly, and the girl you were talking with laughed in response. Your cheeks were blush red and you looked down at your lap, not meeting anyone’s eye.
“I’m just saying,” Peter heard you say to the girl next to you. “I think it would be a cute idea.”
“You sound so old!” The girl next to you laughed, and you slapped her arm lightly, shushing her. Your cheeks were still red.
“No, I don’t! It sounds sweet, shut up!” You defended yourself.
Peter smiled at your affronted expression. Ned began to say something to him, but he quieted him immediately. He wanted to hear what you were talking about. Maybe it could lead to a good idea, a special one.
“A cassette tape? Come on now, those were a thing in like, the sixties.”
“Well yeah, but,” you scrambled to find the right words, cheeks growing redder. “It’s cute!”
“I don’t think so,” the girl shook her head. “They’re old.”
“Yeah, but it’s like your own playlist, but a physical version. Imagine if someone took the time to create a mixtape for you with songs specifically for you. I would love that,” you smiled dreamily at this point, and Peter’s eyes widened. He looked at Ned, his eyes wide as well.
“A mixtape!” The two of them whispered to each other in unison, and Peter’s face held a triumphant grip.
“Is there anyone you’re crushing on, (Y/N)? Because it seems like it,” the girl smirked at you, and you grew flustered.
“I, uh, what? No, that’s- what?” You stuttered, and Peter’s eyes grew impossibly wider.
Before the girl could respond, the gym teacher called out to the class for the girls to switch to the boys. As Peter and Ned stood up to go sit on the bleachers, you and the girl stood to hop off of them.
And as they sat down, Peter and Ned shared a glance with each other. Peter still had a grin on his face.
He would ask you out. He would finally do it.
****************** Hi my dudes. So this was gonna be a one part, short little thing. As you can see, that did not happen. I really really like this one, so does anyone want a second part? Let me know! Requests are open :)
So this is my contribution to Marichat May, now no one can tell me I never did anything for it xD I hope you enjoy :)
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So how do pokemon sizes work? Yeah, the pokedex gives a size, but in a certain tv show I've seen (you probably haven't heard of it, just some ten year old with a pikachu) pokemon seem a lot different from their listed size. Tyrantrum is roughly 8 feet tall in my pokedex, but in the show they depicted it as a 20 foot tall monster. What gives?
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Jin: He’d smile at you widely as you did it and when you were done he’d take your cheeks between his hands and kiss your forehead hard while groaning. ‘God you make my heart hurt your so cute!’
Yoongi: On a normal day he’d watch you, a smile creeping on his face before shaking his head and going back to work. On a good day he’d laugh and mimic you while making little squeaking sounds.
Namjoon: He’d watch you with bright eyes as you used it to try to get your way. He’d eventually groan and pull you into his chest. ‘What are you doing to me I swear.’
Hoseok: He would watch you with a huge smile, it always surprised him how cute you could be. If you looked at him he do it right back before laughing and asking you to do it again.
Jimin: He’d boop your nose gently to make you laugh and if you started up again he’d wrap his arms around your neck and sway you back and forth jokingly telling you to stop
Taehyung: He’d watch you with a wide smile. You’ve always been good at it and knew you could get anything you wanted by using it. He’d just shake his head, but the smile on his face would be stuck like that for the next hour.
Jungkook: He would mind doing it back if it meant you’d laugh. He’d secretly love it when you did it and on days where he was having a bit of a tough time he’d always ask you to do it since it made him feel better