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Friends pt.2 || Nolan Holloway

( Part 1 )

genre: angst ♧
pairing: Nolan Holloway X Reader
warnings: physical bullying, swearing, S6 spoilers
summary: in which you come across your best friend Nolan, beating up Liam in order to get him to shift.


After your encounter with Nolan, you hadn’t seen him or any of your other friends for the rest of the day. You attempt to take your mind off of the stressful situation by choosing to hang out with other people aside from your friends and avoiding Nolan in general.

But this proved to be difficult after the last class of the day as you walked down the crowded hallway towards your locker when you heard shouts and a large crowd. The wrenching feeling in your gut told your instinct that your friends were not in a good situation and so you slam your locker shut and rush towards the sound of the large crowd.

Pushing past people, you see a large crowd gather between the doorway of the classroom, blocking your view of whatever was happening inside. “Are you just going to let us do this to you?” your heart dropped, that was Nolan’s voice. You finally understood what was happening as your push past and through people to see the event unfold in front of you. 

Nolan had his hands pressed to the sides of Liams bloodied face, holding him against the wall as he moved his face closer in a threatening matter. “You know you can take us. All you have to do is change.” he whispers, heavily emphasising the word.    

You were horrified. Nolan is purposely trying to make Liam shift in front of people, you look around to see Mason next to you, held down by a number of students so that he couldn’t interfere. “The sun, the moon, the truth” Liam managed to whisper to himself in his shaky breath, calming himself down.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Nolan demands before Gabe pushes him aside “who cares” he says before landing a punch onto Liams face causing him to topple to the ground.

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Broken Wings (Bokuto x Reader) Guardian Angel AU!

Description: Nothing seems to be going right for you. College is stressful, your job is making you constantly tired. You wish there was something, anything, to relieve you of your stress. What you didn’t know was the fact there’s a silver lining to everything, and boy is he excited to meet you.

A/N: Trying something new! This is a lil introduction to see how it goes down, if it’s well liked, I’ll continue!

The door slamming shut triggered a relaxed sigh from you as you let your belongings drop to the floor.

The day was finally over. You were home.

You stumbled to your bed and flopped onto it, allowing your body to relax for the first time in ten hours. College and your job have been kicking your ass lately. You tried your best to roll with the punches, but no matter how hard you tried, life always seemed to land a winning KO on you by the end of the day.

After a few more minutes of lounging around and enjoying the silence, you peered up at the window. It was already nearing night. The sun was almost fully over the horizon, shedding a sliver of orange light into your window. You sighed and buried your face in your pillow. If only there was something, anything, that could save you from your deplorable conditions.

You lied in your bed, watching a couple of episodes of The Office as you began to drift off. Night had set in during your binging, the golden moon shone brightly through your window. It was a little distracting actually, you wondered why it was so illuminated this evening. You reluctantly got up and moved the curtains to block it out, then made your way back to the comfort of your bed.

A loud crash coming from your living room made you freeze in your tracks. It sounded as if a ton of bricks were dropped in the middle of the poor room. Just what in the actual hell was that?

You crept out of your room, grabbing a broom on the way out for defense, and made your way through the dark living room hallway. Dear god, you hoped something just fell over, please don’t let it be some robber or creep. You really weren’t in the mood to put up a good fight.

Shuffling coming from the room in front of you confirmed your concerns. You brought the broom up in defense, preparing yourself to beat the shit out of whatever decided to fuck with you tonight with the last amount of energy you had. You frightfully tip-toed into the living room and flipped on the light switch.

A mop of silver and carbon hair immediately caught your eyes, peeking just above your couch. The owner of the oddly colored spiky hairdo shot up at the sudden presence of light. He was tall and well built, the cream toga he wore made his muscular arms increasingly intimidating.

Holy shit. He was huge. The broomstick definitely wasn’t going to stop this guy.

Wasn’t going to stop you from trying, though.

You charged at the man, fully intent on making sure an incident like this would not occur again.

He scrambled away from you, shouting in fear. “W-Wait, (Y/N)! Stop! I bruise easily!”

You stopped abruptly, confusing lacing your thoughts. Did he just say your name? You were sure you’ve never seen this man once before in your life…how did he know your name?

“How do you know my name? Who are you?” You questioned, attempting to sound strong. However, the fear induced stutter gave your true feelings away.

The man faced you and relaxed his stance, then placed a hand on his chest. “I’m Koutarou! And I’m your guardian angel, of course I know your name. And I know lots more about you too!”

Guardian angel? Okay, now you were more confused than before. This man was obviously insane and you needed to eliminate him from your household.

“I’m not gonna fall for that, you creep! Get out of my house!” You raised the broomstick again, threatening to hit Koutarou with it.

“Wait!” Koutarou brought his hands up in defense, pleading you with his big, golden eyes to spare him mercy. “I can prove it!”

You tilted your head and brought down the broom slightly. I mean, if he had proof of this, you should at least give him a chance. “…..Alright. You have one chance.”

Koutarou sighed in relief, then looked back to you. He thought for a moment, then looked up. A look of embarrassment crossed his face, then he spoke again. “Eh…it seems like I don’t have any of my gear with me right now…but! I have another way! Ask me anything about you, I know everything!”

You faltered. Should you really trust this guy? I mean, he looked pretty…odd. Despite your doubts, you decided to roll with it. It was worth a shot, anyway. “…Anything?”

“Yep! Anything!” He looked very determined.

“Alright…” You thought for a couple of seconds, trying to find a hard question for him. “What was…my favorite stuffed animal’s name as a kid?”

Koutarou’s face brightened, it was obvious he knew this one. “Oh, you mean Mr. Tibbs? That cute elephant? Of course I remember that, he’s a real cutie. And what do you mean ‘as a kid’? Ya still sleep with him!”

Your face flushed. How did he know that? Mr. Tibbs was a very private fact about yourself.

“I betcha didn’t think I would know, huh? It’s my duty to know you!” He placed his hands on his chest, puffing it out in pride. “I am your amazing guardian after all! I know everything about you! Call me a (Y/N)ologist!”

God, he was loud. Seriously, was all this noise necessary this time of night? And what didn’t help was the fact he spoke a mile a minute. You rubbed your temple, then looked back up at him. “Alright, Mr. Angel…why are you here?”

Koutarou flashed you a toothy grin. “I was summoned because you called for help. You gave me my chance!” He grasped your hands in his larger ones. “You’re gonna help me get my wings!”

You pulled back quickly, careful not to drop the broom you held. “What do you mean…?” You began to relax around Koutarou a little, but still maintained a fair amount of skepticism. It wasn’t everyday that situations like this occurred.

Koutarou pointed a thumb at himself. “Us angels gotta perform a good deed for our assigned humans when they need help to gain our wings! It’s like a right of passage, it shows we really know how to do our jobs!” He moved his hand to point at you. “And that’s where YOU come in! You called for help, and now I’m here to answer!”

You thought for a moment. You didn’t remember ever calling out for help, or really needed any specific action in general. You wanted some stress relief, but still, this sort of reaction was excessive. A pang of pain surged through your mind, the adrenaline high you ran on earlier starting to fade, bringing on the exhaustion from your work day. You rubbed your temple and sighed.

“Okay…Koutarou…I’m going out on a limb here and trusting you. I’m too tired to deal with this right now. You can sleep on the couch tonight. We can talk things through in the morning.” You walked to a nearby closet and searched for an extra blanket for him.

“Ah, thank you! Tomorrow, we’re gonna fix your problem, I promise!” Although the room was dim, his smile seemed to illuminate the air around him a little. “It’s weird, being human again…I haven’t felt tired in a long while.” His once excited tone mellowed down into a wistful one.

You tossed a mauve blanket at him, then walked to the light switch. “Goodnight…Koutarou. Don’t try anything or I will kill you.” He replied with a cheery “‘Night!” despite your threat, then you flipped the switch and walked to your room.

That man was strange and an utter goofball. But you were desperate for some sort of light in this currently bleak existence, and he seemed to have a little sparkle to him. Hopefully, your gut was right.

You walked to your room, then shut and locked the door, and quickly flopped onto the bed, letting sleep overtake you.

Crosby TX at Victory and Praise Christian Academy. 

This is an ACTUAL 1st Amendment violation. The school just signed them a huge giant freaking check in a slam shut case for lawsuit that will have the tax payers footing the bill. Much love to those young men! I hope black ppl see what they think of us, they know its not bout a flag.

Black kids need to stop playing for these racist institutions. See how many games they win then. 

#PoliceBrutality #BlackLivesMatter ✊🏾✊🏾✊🏾

Insomnia (M)

Prompt: 💕+ Tae +“You have to be very very quiet, the others are around.”

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: moaning denial, dirty talk, fingering, Dom!Taehyung, almost getting caught

Notes: For my 3k present <3  2k Words

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

There was complete silence in the dorm room of the two 95 liners, nothing to be seen since darkness enveloped the area as soon as the clock struck eleven. It had taken only a little time to get adjusted to the black, silhouettes easily spotted due to the light coming from the green digital clock on the bedside table which separated two queen-sized beds.

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Seokjin 

➸ There was nothing rushed during your little shower session, Jin was definitely going to take his time with you. Thankful he had time off to spend with you, he wanted to make it last for a long as he could - from slow kisses to the slow rhythm of his hips as he easily slid into your entrance. Soft moans would fall from each of your lips as they barely separated from one another, you hands caressing his face while his would travel from your thighs, hips, to waist. He didn’t leave any patch of skin untouched, neither did you. Everything about this moment was perfect and filled with bliss. It was as if the whole world had stopped for the two of you…but unfortunately, that’s unrealistic thinking. 

“Could you two stop blowing up the goddamn water bill?” 

Jin nearly drops you at the sound of Yoongi’s voice, you letting out a small squeak as he presses you even farther into the wall, his chest smushing into yours to hide you away from the sudden intruder. 

“Yah, Suga! Why didn’t you knock, that’s so rude!” 

“So is using up all the hot water. Do it in the bedroom, like normal fucking people.” 

Yoongi 

➸ You’ve been needy all day, and when he was finally home, you weren’t wasting a second more. He wasn’t complaining - hell - he was hoping you were in the mood anyways. Things didn’t take long to escalate as Yoongi had no trouble taking you from behind, smirking lazily at the sounds you didn’t even bother to cover up. 

“That’s it, baby, let me hear how good you feel…” 

Constant whispers of unholy things were enough to increase the volume of your moans, not taking into consideration that you two wouldn’t exactly be alone for much longer. Not even 30 seconds have passed when a harsh knock came to the door, but Yoongi didn’t falter into his thrusts - he didn’t even stop. As he continued to pound into you, he answered to whoever was at the door. 

“I’m busy.” 

“Yeah, we know! We all heard you from the front door! The FRONT DOOR, Yoongi! Could you keep it down a little?” 

Min Yoongi grins so devilishly at the back of your head, you could feel chills run down your spine. Gripping your hair tightly to tug your neck backward, you could now see the mischievous look in his eyes; he was up to no good. 

“Sure, no problem.” Without even missing a beat, Yoongi starts back up again at an inhuman amount of speed, finally hitting that one spot over and over again that both made you see stars, and scream at the top of your lungs. By now, the neighbors could probably hear the two of you as well. 

“Is this down enough for you?” They could practically hear his shit-eating grin, all glaring at the door as it seemed that now there was no stopping him. 

He was smart enough to lock the door. 

Namjoon 

➸ The two of you just couldn’t wait; didn’t even get fully undressed until after you stepped into the shower. Namjoon watched you intensely as he undressed you from your now drenched shirt, licking his lips at the mere sight of the water dripping down your body rapidly. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you, jagi…” He groans before pulling you closer to continue the make-out session you started in the living room. Reaching in between the two of you, you eagerly gripped his already throbbing member causing a strained moan to escape past his lips in surprise. 

Namjoon practically panted in your mouth as your pace picked up in no time, him letting you touch him for as long as you wanted as he placed one hand to the wall to keep his balance. 

“Namjoon, did you break my headphon-OH. OH OH OH I AM SO SORRY. IGNORE ME, YOU SEEM BUSY, ILL ASK LATER BYE.” Hoseok flailed, almost slipping on the rug on his way out, almost forgetting where the door knob was as he dramatically exited the bathroom. 

Both you and Namjoon stared at the door with raised eyebrows, him shrugging his shoulders while you giggled softly while shaking your head. That small interruption didn’t kill the mood at all for the two of you, as he stared down at you with lust filled eyes and a slanted smirk. 

“On your knees, babygirl.” 

Hoseok

➸ It was the end of your anniversary date, which consisted of dinner and a movie. He wanted the night to be perfect, and boy did he deliver. Hoseok was nothing but romantic and gentle with you all night, everything just all cuddly and calm. The warm water that cascaded down your still clothed figures felt so relaxing - his soft kisses that trailed from the side of your face to your neck almost had you practically melting in his arms. Your hands ran through his damp hair, while his were placed firmly on your hips, as the two of you basically slow danced in the shower. 

“You’re too good for me, Hobi…how did I get so lucky?” 

He chuckles softly, now nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. “That’s my line, jagi…I should be asking you that.” 

It didn’t take long for his sweet kisses to turn into sucks, as he marked all of your favorite spots that he’s memorized all too well. Your bite your lip to keep quiet, knowing good and well that the others were in the bed by now…or were they? 

“I’m telling you, Jin-hyung, I turned off the shower an hour ag-OH HOLY SHIT!” As quick as the door came open, it was slammed shut. You and Hoseok now stared at the door in pure horror, covering each other up - even though neither of you was naked yet. Quickly turning off the shower, Hoseok steps out right as Jin opened the door once again - only this time with his eyes covered. By now, Jungkook ran back to his room in embarrassment. 

“I don’t care what you two were about to do in here, it’s none of my business. But, for the sake of Jungkook, and my innocent eyeballs - could you lock the door next time?” 

Jimin 

➸ Just like Hoseok, it was more a soothing type of shower session between the two of you. He sat on the shower bench while you straddled his lap, your bra still intact as Jimin just teased the straps, him smiling teasingly in the kiss as you hissed at him when he would tug it far, only to then let them snap back against your wet skin. 

“Jimin, I swear to God if you do that one more time, I’ll-”

“You’ll what, baby, huh?” His smile drops as he dared you to finish that threat, the hands that were placed upon your upper back now dangerously low on your ass - giving you a warning squeeze. “Did you forget who you talking to for a moment there? Does daddy need to punish you?” 

Before you could even respond, you could see the color drain from his face as his eyes drifted to something that was behind you. Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you turn to see what he was looking at, only to let out a scream in shock. Taehyung stood there in complete horror, unfortunately walking in at the wrong time. 

“I-I…I have no words…”

“Tae…how much did you hear?” Jimin gulps, afraid that his friend might have just discovered a little too much about himself. 

“Enough to where I want to shove pencils in my ears. Dinner’s ready, by the way, but it looks to me you’re already about to eat-”

“Y A H.” Jimin exclaims, Tae shooting his hands up in surrender as he starts to exit the bathroom with still a look of horror on his face. “Don’t tell anyone about this, please. I’m begging you.”

He shrugs, a small smirk starting to creep upon his lips. “Will daddy punish me if I do-”

“sTOP.” 

Taehyung 

➸ It was, at first, a solo shower. You had just gotten home from work, your day already starting off shitty - but that really took the cake. Not only did most of your co-workers call in sick, but they did it on the day where you have the most crowds. You were practically drowning in stress that you almost punched a costumer in the face. In conclusion : worst day ever. 

The dorm was empty by the time you got there, mentally thanking the man up in the sky that at least you came home to some peace and quiet for once. The warm water was exactly what you needed, but yet it wasn’t enough to fully relax you. Sighing heavily at the fact of not being completely satisfied, you lean forward to turn the water off - feeling defeat. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of cold hand grab your waist, and spin you around did you accidentally turn it to freezing ice water before letting out a small scream. Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to seal you screams with a kiss, letting you register that it was only him as you finally calmed down. 

“You jackass, don’t do that! One of these days I’m gonna stab you!” You couldn’t help but giggle as he started placing kisses all over your face, your lips trembling as the cold water draped over your bodies. 

“With what? Soap? Your shampoo bottle?” He teased, while continuing to place kisses anywhere and everywhere. “You looked a little down, so you can’t tell me that didn’t brighten you mood up just a little bit, jagi.” 

You wanted to punch him for almost giving you a heart attack, but you were happy to see him. Taehyung was actually the last puzzle piece to help turn this sour day back to sweet. Leaning into him closer to further his pecks into something more, the door to the bathroom was practically kicked in, and in came six out of the seven members as they all rushed into the small bathroom - Jimin holding a bat, while Hoseok started swinging at the air. 

“Y/n! Are you alright?! We heard you scream and- oh.” Namjoon pushed his way in, only to see that it wasn’t what they thought at all. “Seriously? Why can’t you do this at your own place - some of us have to shower in there, too!” 

Jungkook 

➸ You moaned into his mouth shamelessly at the pleasure he was giving you, the rushed movements of your mouths only making the bathroom much more steamier than the hot water. He wanted to use up all the time he had with you, knowing that his hyungs would be home soon, Jungkook wanted to use this opportunity to make noise as much as possibly. With one hand he held your wrists together, while the other rubbed your clit in slow circles, the water giving spectacular lubrication as you whimpered at the feeling. 

“Jungkook…p-please…” 

“Please what, Y/n? You’re gonna have to be more specific~” 

“Please g-go faster, please..!” You would cry, the teasing no longer tolerable as you were now reduced to begging. You would give anything to cum, even so much as scream his name while his hyungs were home. Be careful what you wish for. 

“Jungkook, are you watching porn again?” Jimin opens the door, only for both his eyes and mouth to completely bust wide open in shock. Jungkook being Jungkook quickly pulled away from you to cover himself up - only to then realize that you were naked as well, to then cover you up away from Jimin’s amused stare. 

“J-Jimin, don’t tell Jin-hyung! W-We were just uh…saving water?” 

“Oh, don’t worry, Kookie. I won’t tell him that you’re committing unholy things in his bathroom.” Not even five seconds later, “SEOKJIN! GUESS WHO’S MAKING BABIES IN YOUR SHOWER.” 

Jungkook, not even giving a shit anymore, would practically run after Jimin naked - leaving you to stand in there confused and sexually frustrated. 

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little tattoos part ii

this is part two to little tattoos! 

you can read part one here

thank you guys sososoosos much for all the love on this fic. it was tbh a shower thought that evolved into so much more. im so very proud of this fic and i plaN to write another part, maybe two.

so YEAH 

thank you guys so much. it makes me so happy to see that people like my writing. i hope you all enjoy part two of little tattoos <3

summary: a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo exactly like their soulmate

pairing: eddie and richie

words:  2085


Eddie sighed, approaching his house. He really wasn’t in the mood to convince his mom to let him go to Bill’s. He had gone over there seemingly a thousand times over the course of the past three years, but he still had to argue with his mother for at least twenty minutes before she’d let him leave.

His mom still, daily, tried to convince him that he did indeed have an illness; but he knew better.

Eddie’s mother nearly pounced on him when he opened the front door. “Eddie dear, come on, take your pills! You need them!” She said, so shrill it sounded like nails on a chalkboard to him.

He shook his head and got out of her grip easily, backing away and up the stairs. Eddie ignored his mother’s pleas until he shut his bedroom door and couldn’t hear her anymore. The small boy threw his backpack on his bed and threw his jacket into his closet, not bothering to hang it up. Eddie pushed back the door of his closet, finding a reflection of himself staring back. He frowned a little, looking his small figure up and down disapprovingly. Eddie bit his lip, slowly pulling his shirt up and over his head. His eyes scoured every millimeter of his bare chest and back. He thought that maybe one day the universe would decide to give him a tattoo, a soulmate, but there was never anything.

Nothing. There was absolutely nothing on his body, and he hated it.

Why him? Why did he have to have no soulmate? It’s not fair.

Eddie angrily slammed the door shut completely, causing the mirror to fall off the door. It hit the wood floor of his bedroom and shattered into millions of tiny pieces.

“Oh God, oh fuck” He grumbled, going out into the hall closet to grab a broom and dustpan. He cleaned up what he could, which was most of it, praying his mother hadn’t heard anything. If she did, he’d be in the ER before he could even protest or explain what had happened. He went to pick up the last piece and as he stood up to put it in the trash, he clumsily dropped it. Eddie hissed at the sharp pain that went through his hand. A small gash started to bleed on his right knuckle, right under a circular, blotchy birthmark. He swore quietly to himself, going to the bathroom and easily disinfecting the cut. He put a small piece of gauze and a bandage on it, deciding that was alright for now.

Eddie grabbed his shirt and threw it over his head, heading down the stairs quickly. His mother sat in her usual spot in front of the TV. She glanced up and upon seeing her son, she tried to get up as quickly as a woman like her could. By the time she got up and ran out onto the porch, he was gone. Eddie was too fast. He was already outside and on his bike, half a block away. After years of evading her, he learned to get out of the house as quickly as possible.

He arrived at Bill’s about five minutes later, hopping off his bike and propping it up against the side of the house. Eddie strode up to the door and knocked, waiting patiently. Stan answered the door, looking disheveled. His hair was a mess. It was usually a mess, but not like this. His lips were a bit puffy and red.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Glad to know I’ll be the cockblock this evening.” He joked, walking inside the house and kicking off his shoes near Bill’s bedroom door.

Bill chuckled a bit, and Stan shot Eddie a look. Eddie smiled innocently, walking in and sitting down on a beanbag on the floor.

“Eddie!” Georgie yelled, nearly tackling the small boy off the beanbag in a hug. Bill’s little brother was the sweetest kid, and Eddie loved him. The whole Loser’s Club loved him.

“Hey, Georgie! How are you, buddy?” He asked, Georgie, sitting down next to him.

“I’m good! What about you?” Georgie asked brightly.

Eddie nodded. “I’m good,” he said casually.

Georgie looked at Bill and Stan across the room, both of them deep into a conversation about what movie to watch. He glanced at Eddie before giggling. “Billy and Stan think you like Richie.”

Eddie’s heart nearly stopped. Was it that obvious?

He raised an eyebrow, looking at the little boy. “Why do they think that?”

Georgie giggled again and whispered, “It’s a secret.” before running out of the room, still giggling.

Bill and Stan decided on Buffy the Vampire Slayer after about five solid minutes of arguing. They popped the VHS tape and started to watch. About halfway through, Eddie noticed that Bill kept sneaking glances at him. He turned his head and saw Bill looking at him once again. “Is something wrong?” He asked, reaching over and pausing the movie with the remote. Stan looked at Bill and nodded, clearly knowing something Eddie didn’t.

“We know you like Richie.” Stan deadpanned, and Bill smacked his arm.

Eddie frowned. “I do not like Trashmouth! Plus, even if I did, which I don’t, he has a soulmate. It wouldn’t work.”

Bill shook his head. “Y-You don’t know that, E-E-Eddie.”

Eddie stood up. “Yes, I do! I’ve had a crush on that damn boy for years! I know I have no soulmate, I know I have no chance, and I want to stop talking about him so I can get over him.”

Stan looked at Bill. “Told you he’d crack.”

Eddie sighed, sitting back down on the beanbag. He ran a hand through his hair, blowing out air through his nose slowly.

“Y-Y-Y-You should tell him,” Bill stated, glancing at Eddie, who immediately shook his head.

“There is no way in hell I am telling him. Nu uh, no.” Eddie said, shaking his head again.

Stan rolled his eyes. “Just tell him, Eddie! You never know.”

After ten minutes of debate, Eddie finally gave in. He walked into school the next day absolutely petrified. Bill and Stan had convinced him to confess his feelings to Richie and he said he’d do it today. But now that he was actually at school, he couldn’t do it. He found himself reaching for his invisible fanny pack for his inhaler until he realized he didn’t need it.

Eddie walked up to his locker, entering the combo and getting his books out. He felt an arm fall around his shoulder.

“Hey, Eds!” Richie said brightly, pinching his cheek. Eddie slapped his hand off and shoved his arm off of his frame. The smile slipped off Richie’s face, but he managed to keep a small one. “What’s wrong, Eddie Spaghetti?”

“Stop calling me that,” Eddie grumbled, shutting his locker and turning the combination lock to 0.

Richie followed behind Eddie as he walked off, watching as he strode into his English class without a goodbye, and Richie couldn’t understand why Eddie was so upset. He never intended to upset him, if he did, but half the time Richie didn’t even realize he upset anyone.

The rest of that day, Eddie tried his best to avoid Richie. He took different routes to his classes in the hallways, he ate in the library at lunch, and the only place he couldn’t avoid Richie in was gym class. The gym teacher was very adamant about changing into gym clothes and then changing back into the clothes you were wearing. Eddie hated it, especially today, but he did it anyway. He waited until no one was in the locker room, or he thought no one was in the locker room to change back into his normal clothing. He avoided Richie during their class-wide game of soccer and he thought he was home free; he wasn’t.

The locker room door slammed shut and momentarily, Eddie panicked, thinking it was the Bower’s gang. But he panicked even more with the realization that Richie had shut the door.

“Richie, please-”

“No, Eds! I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what I did.” Richie said sternly as if he was scolding him.

“You didn’t do anything, Richie, let me leave, please.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

Eddie shook his head, trying to get past Richie. He repeated his question but Eddie still shook his head.

Richie was getting annoyed. “If it’s not me, then what the fuck was it? Did Henry do something? Did your mom do something? Other than me last night, of course.”

Eddie tried to get past Richie again and he got pushed back.

Eddie groaned in annoyance. “I can’t tell you,” he mumbled, wringing his hands together in a vain attempt to calm himself down.

“Yes, you can.”

“No, I can’t!” Eddie argued, gripping his hands together tightly. His knuckles were turning white. “I can’t!”

Richie was getting mad too. “Yes, you fucking can!”

“Goddammit, I’m in love with you, Richie!” Eddie hissed, feeling his hands start to shake from anger and fear and everything in between. “I’m so in love with you, but guess what? You have a soulmate, I don’t, and I don’t need to intentionally break my own heart!” Eddie ran out past a shell-shocked Richie, knocking into him with his shoulder on the way out. Richie didn’t move a muscle. His eyes were watering and he tried to wipe the water away as quick as he could, but they soon became to be too many tears. Eddie was sobbing. His chest hurt in a way he could never describe. It felt like his heart had literally broken. His chest physically hurt as he collapsed on the pavement outside the school. He grabbed the light blue inhaler that was in his back pocket and took two puffs. His breathing was normal, but he knew he had to leave. Eddie got on his bike and rode home.

Eddie went inside the back door, trying to be as quiet as possible so he could sneak up to his room. He turned the corner and dashed up the stairs, closing his door and propping a chair up under the door handle. He didn’t wanna deal with his mother right now, or anytime at all for that matter. He fell back onto his bed, sighing. Eddie held his hand over his head, studying the cut he got from the broken mirror. It was healing properly and wasn’t infected.

After about thirty minutes of off and on crying, Eddie heard an inconsistent tapping on his window. He tried to ignore it but after five minutes of it, he had had enough. He opened the window with force, just to get hit in the cheek with a small pebble. Eddie narrowed his eyes at Richie, who said “sorry” and put down the few rocks he had in his hand. “Listen, Eds-”

“Leave me alone, Richie. I don’t want your sympathy, I don’t want your pity, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.”

“Just hear me ou-”

“No! I will not hear you out! You’ll climb up here, say you’re sorry and that you don’t feel the same way and that you want to stay friends. I won’t do that. I won’t. Leave me the fuck alone.” Eddie stated, slamming his window shut and drawing the navy blue curtains. The tapping stopped, and he hoped Richie walked away. He laid back down on his bed, glancing over at the wall beside him. Polaroids of him and Richie scattered the wall, along with pictures of the rest of the Loser’s club from a campfire last summer.

“Richie, don’t be an idiot! You are going to burn yourself!” Eddie scolded, getting up to shove him backward away from the fire.

“I’m not an idiot, Eds, I’m a genius in disguise.” Richie retorted, plopping back down onto the grass beside Eddie.

Beverly had taken a picture at that moment and that was Eddie’s favorite polaroid he had tacked to his wall. To this day, Richie still insisted that he was “a genius in disguise.”

Then Eddie remembered what had happened. He felt his eyes water with tears and his vision blurred as he cried softly, eventually running out of energy and falling asleep, face streaked with tears.

Richie had taken a long way home, trying to clear his head. By the time he got back to his house, he had a plan.

But he needed help from the Losers.


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A list of things that has occurred while on patrol


•Nightwing doing a swan dive off a roof because he miscalculated the distance it would take to jump

•Robin and Batgirl showing up at a Walmart, buying a bag of dog food and approximately 17 canned Starbucks mocha coffees

•Red Robin swinging around the GCPD building with an orange popsicle in his mouth, pulling it out and saying to seemingly no one “i can too deep throat fuck off Kon”

•Red Hood having his helmet open, only to have it slam shut while he’s sticking his tongue out at Batman

•Batgirl doing a vlog while chasing Freeze

•Batman slipping on a patch of ice, then going into a very elegant triple axel as he tries to right his balance

•Robin stopping in the middle of a foot chase to pet a big floofy doggo

•Red Hood and Red Robin starting a game of Rock Paper Scissors while Black Bat and Batgirl speak with Jim Gordon that ends with Red Robin being thrown out the window

•Batwoman and Batman arguing very loudly over cashmere sweaters

•Nightwing and Riddler having a very serious conversation about relationships while Riddler is being loaded into the back of a police van

•Red Hood screaming from the rooftops “I’m in a poly relationship I love my datemates very much god damn this is not a new thing fuck off Lark”

•Batman having to stop a very serious diplomatic conversation™ to take a call because one of his children blew the circuit breaker in the cave again

•Red Robin looking Nightwing dead in the eye and saying “I embrace death” after almost getting hit by a car

•Catwoman and Robin having a conversation about what appears to be household chores that ends with Robin huffing out “I do what I want, mother”

•Dramatic Shakespeare reenactments lead by Red Hood

•someone asking Batman and Batwoman if they’re dating, followed by a chorus of “oh god no” “I’m gay” “we already have a mom Jesus” “how have you not seen batman and catwoman making out in an ally yet Jesus fuck”

•dramatic musical reenactments lead by Batgirl

•everyone singing ‘spooky scary skeletons’ at the top of their lungs every day of October

•Nightwing leaping onto a ledge with a scream after he saw a spider while Red Hood laughs his ass off, only for Red Hood to scream and jump on that same ledge when another runs past

•Batman stopping to help an astronomy student find stars and constellations

•someone screaming 'the floor is lava’ and everyone jumping onto cars and scaling lampposts and buildings

•Batgirl screaming the James Bond theme as she grapples around the city

•Batman and Catwoman waltzing on rooftops

•Christmas caroling lead by Nightwing

little tattoos part iii

hello!

this is part three of my reddie soulmate fic

read part one here and two here

thank you guys so much for all the love on this fic. Please read my notes on the bottom as they are important! ty!

summary: a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo exactly like their soulmate

pairing: eddie and richie

words:  2233



Eddie woke up even more exhausted than he was when he fell asleep. He let a breath out of his mouth and took in a long one through his nose. He kept his eyes shut. He wasn’t ready to face the world yet.

Everything he loved was gone, he suddenly realized. This thought jolted him awake, causing him to sit straight up in a panic. It hadn’t occurred to him that he lost everything yesterday. All of his friends were bound to know. They all hung out together. They were the Loser’s Club and Eddie had ruined that. They could never all hang out anymore as Eddie couldn’t bear to be in the same room as Richie, let alone even think about him. He started to really panic, then.

His breathing was rapid and shallow and his hands were shaking violently. Eddie got up, stumbling, trying to find his damned inhaler. It wasn’t in his pocket, nor his backpack, or on his desk. He couldn’t breathe. At this point, he didn’t know if it was even an asthma attack anymore, or if it was one in the first place. It was so much worse. His head was spinning and he couldn’t see anymore. It was in his jacket, he remembered suddenly.

Eddie collapsed on the ground, catching himself with his hands as he tried to steady his breathing, but nothing was working. His heart was racing and he couldn’t stop shaking. Eddie was sobbing uncontrollably, his vision blurred from the tears. He didn’t know what was happening. His lungs felt constricted and he couldn’t get any air in. He was hyperventilating, trying to breathe but couldn’t. He tried to move towards his jacket that was hanging on the back of his chair. He was shaking so badly that he could barely move. His hand grasped the chair, pulling it and knocking it over. The light blue inhaler fell out of the pocket of his coat, landing a couple inches away from him. He grabbed it, instantly feeling as if he could breathe again when he took his first two puffs of medicine.

An hour passed before Eddie could stand again. HIs legs were shaky but he managed to get to his bathroom. He found it odd that his mother hadn’t come to get him yet until he realized that it was four in the morning. Eddie knew he couldn’t go to school, but he couldn’t stay home ‘sick’ as his mother would take him to the hospital. He washed his face with some water and laid back down and attempted to fall asleep.

His mother woke him up at 7 am and tried to get him to take his pills as she did every morning. He walked out of the house and rode his bike to park. Eddie read there all day. He needed to take a breather and reading was his escape. The cool breeze against his skin calmed him even more as he closed his eyes and rested his head against the tree he was sitting up against. It was odd to feel so peaceful. At three o'clock, he headed home as if he had gone to school.

“Eddie bear, how was school?” She asked from her chair in the living room.

“Fine.” He responded quietly, heading upstairs and into his room.

Eddie felt bad about lying, not going to school, but he knew he couldn’t face Richie, Bill, or anyone for that matter. He checked his cut from the previous day, and it was still healing properly. That was one less thing for him to worry about. Eddie laid back on his bed, sighing. Could his life get any worse?


“W-W-What did you d-do?” Bill demanded, slamming his Chemistry book down on the loser’s lunch table. He was beyond pissed.

   Richie looked up at Bill through his coke bottle lenses. Stan was pissed too, standing behind him with crossed arms and narrowed eyes. “I didn’t do anything!” He defended, pushing his glasses further up on his nose. “I-”

   “Where is Eddie?” Stan interjected, sliding into the seat across from Richie. “He isn’t here today and he was supposed to tell you how he felt yesterday. What the hell did you do to him, Richie?”

   Richie scoffed. “So that’s why he was avoiding me.”

   Bill looked at him confused. “W-What do you mean av-av-avoiding you?”

   Richie rolled his eyes. “You know when someone doesn’t talk to you and walks different routes in the hallways so they don’t see you. Gee, Bill, I thought you were smart.” He replied sarcastically, sticking his plastic fork into eerily yellow mashed potatoes.

   Stan leaned forward on his elbows. “So, if he avoided you, why isn’t he here?”

   Richie let out an exasperated sigh, leaning backward in his chair. “He told me in the gym locker room, alright?”

   Bill sat down next to Stan, looking at Richie to egg him on.

   Richie sighed again. “And I was too shocked to do anything and he ran out crying.”

   “Richie!”

   “Hey! I tried to go to his house and apologize and he slammed the window shut. He wouldn’t listen to me.” Richie grumbled. “I really tried! But I have a plan.”

   Stan and Bill exchanged glances. Bill nodded a little and Stan sighed. “What’s your plan?”

   Richie sat up straight. “You two need to convince him to come over. Say it’s everyone but me.”

   Bill frowned. “H-He’s not gonna b-b-believe us, Rich.”

   “Make him believe you! I need to talk to him. I need to explain.” Richie protested, running a hand through his hair.

   Bill nodded. “I’ll t-try.”

   Richie looked at Stan, who was staring down at the table. “Stan?”

   “I’m not gonna help you if all you’re gonna do is break his heart. He doesn’t deserve that, Richie.” He deadpanned.

   Richie was offended and a look of hurt flashed across his face before he composed himself. “I am not going to hurt Eddie!”

   “Sure, telling him you only wanna be his friend isn’t gonna hurt him.”

   “This is the one time I’m not being a sarcastic dipshit, Stanley! Are you listening? I said I’m not going to hurt him. I would never hurt him. I love him!” Richie slammed his fist on the table, causing a few kids to look over at them. “Did you hear that?”

   Stan nodded.

   “At least they didn’t cut off your ears like they cut off your dick.” Richie spat, getting up and walking away. The bell rang moments later. Bill grabbed his bookbag and stood up, gently nudging Stan to do the same. Richie was standing near his locker, attempting to open it but getting the combination wrong.

   “Richie-”

   “What, Stanley? What the hell do you want?” Richie practically growled, turning and glaring at Stan. If looks could kill, he would be dead ten times over.

   “I’ll help.”

   Richie’s hard stare softened a little. “Thanks. I’m sorry I got mad but you gotta admit that line was good.” A small smile crept onto his face, and even Stan chuckled a bit.

   Bill was assigned the job to get Eddie over, and Stan was to get everyone else in on the plan. He walked up to Eddie’s door and knocked. There was shuffling and a shout of “I got it” from Eddie. He opened the door and saw Bill, his face paled a little.

   “H-Hi,” Bill said quietly. “C-Could we talk?”

   Eddie glanced behind him for a moment to see if his mom had fallen back asleep or not before nodding and stepping outside, shutting the door behind him. “What do you wanna talk about because I’m not gonna talk about him.” He put emphasis on the word him. He sounded angry, disgusted, even. He laced his fingers together, still a bit shaky from his panic attack this morning.

   “N-No. The group w-wants you to come over. Minus R-R-Richie.”

   “Oh, no. I am not falling for that. He’s gonna be there when I get there and I don’t want to talk to him.”

   Bill shook his head. “Please? I-I-It’s movie night. You can p-pick.”

   Eddie glared at the ground, trying to work the request over in his head. He finally let out a long sigh and nodded. “Fine.”

   They rode their bikes to Bill’s house in silence, neither of them knowing what to say, so they said nothing. Eddie set his bike up against the house as he always did, following Bill inside. Georgie greeted the both of them with a hello and a smile.

   “H-Head to the living room, I-I-I’ll get the snacks,” Bill said, heading to the kitchen. Eddie nodded, walking towards the living room. He walked in, glancing around the room at the various decorations on the wall. Paintings and pictures of their family were scattered around the room. It felt homey.

   Eddie was jolted out of his thoughts when he heard the door shut. He turned his head to look, only to find Richie standing there. His breath hitched in his throat and he knew he had paled. It wasn’t even five seconds before he started to get angry. He knew this was a set-up.

   “I fucking knew it,” Eddie grumbled.

   “Eddie-” Richie started, but Eddie had had enough.

   “No, Richie. I don’t want to hear it. I’m really not in the mood to listen to you tell me you don’t feel the same way and that you hope we can be friends. Because we can’t be friends, Richie! I don’t want to be your friend. I can’t be your damn friend.

   Richie Tozier was silenced by Eddie for the second time that week. It was a new record. He composed himself before stepping forward. “If you let me show you something, I promise I will leave you alone.”

   Eddie was shocked that Richie was being serious. He was never serious in all the time he’s known the guy. He was always cracking inappropriate jokes at the wrong time. Despite all of his instinct to say no, Eddie nodded.

   Richie let out a sigh of relief before spitting onto his hand.

   “That is disgusting! What the hell are you-” Eddie cut himself off as he watched Richie take his spit and use it to smudge his soulmate tattoo off his skin. It wasn’t real. This whole time, Eddie thought that Richie had a soulmate. It was fake.

   Richie watched Eddie for a moment before deciding to explain himself. “My mom used to tell me I would be made fun of for not having a soulmate. That I wouldn’t fit in. So, one night I decided to draw one on every morning so I would fit in. It sounds shitty and kind of is but- Eds are you listening?”

   Eddie walked forward and grabbed Richie’s hand. He was holding back the urge to cringe, as Richie’s saliva was now on his hand. Richie didn’t understand what Eddie was doing. He let him move his finger until it was placed right next to the corresponding one on Eddie’s hand. Under Richie’s tattoo that he drew on, was a small, circular and blotchy birthmark. It was identical to Eddie’s.

   “What the fuck,” Eddie announced. A smile spread across Richie’s face while Eddie started to ramble. “What does this mean? Are these soulmate tattoos? They look like birthmarks! Why the hell would this be a soul-”

   Richie grabbed his face in his hands, leaning in and pressing his chapped lips onto Eddie’s soft ones. Eddie was stiff for a moment before he melted into the kiss and started to do the same that Richie was. Eddie was unsure where to put his hands or what to even do. Before he could react, Richie pulled away, slowly opening his eyes to find Eddie completely red.

   “I love you too, Eds.”

   Eddie had a content smile on his face. “Don’t call me that, Trashmouth.”

   “Ah, Trashmouth, what a nickname. You really know how to charm the boys.” Richie sassed, throwing his arm over Eddie’s shoulder. “Shall we tell the rest of the losers that Bill and Stan have competition?”

   Eddie and Richie showed the rest of the group their tattoos. Stan had this smug look of “I told you so” written across his face and so did Bill. They ended up watching a rom-com, much to Eddie’s dismay. Richie kept his arm around the smaller boy the whole night, pressing chaste kisses to his forehead every once and awhile.

   Richie and Eddie rode back to their houses together that night. They arrived at Eddie’s house first, both of them silent.

   “Gee, you could cut this sexual tension with a knife.” Richie joked, leaning forward on the handlebars of his bike.

   Eddie rolled his eyes, using his kickstand to stand his bike up next to his porch as he always did. Richie hopped off his bike, letting it lay on the ground. He walked up to Eddie, pinching his cheek. “So, Eddie Spaghetti, where do you wanna go on our first date of being fuckbuddies?”

   “You ruined it.” Eddie sighed, slapping his hand away.

   “I didn’t ruin anything!” Richie retorted, smiling. “I made it better.”

   “Okay, Tozier,” Eddie said, leaning forward and kissing Richie briefly.

   Richie had a smile plastered on his face. “Goodnight, Eds.”

   “Goodnight, Trashmouth,” Eddie said before he shut the door. He quietly snuck up the stairs. His mom was still asleep in her chair. He fell back on his bed, a content smile on his face.

   Eddie Kaspbrak was happy.


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this ending is ending a. i wrote two endings because i couldnt decide which i liked better

so ending b will be posted after part four as a bonus lil chapter thingy

you can decide whichever you prefer to be canon as i love them both

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BTS Reaction ; Hearing You Have Sex With Your Boyfriend

Requested by Anonymous“Hellooo!!Could I request bts reactions to hearing a another members gf moaning so loud(outside the apartment) because of sex with another member.”

Note; Idk what you were expecting but..*snorts while trying to hide laughter* lets just be realistic here. /i apologiz e/


Jin ➳ Slamming the door shut and dropping his backpack to the floor, he sighed in relief to find the apartment flooded with darkness — slipping off his shoes as he headed to his own bedroom. He was beyond exhausted, peeling his own clothes off and slipping on warm pajamas as he plopped onto his bed and let his eyes slowly shut.

The moment he heard strange noises erupting from Namjoon’s bedroom that happened to be on the other side of the wall, he grabs his pillow to suffocate his senses — only for your moans to become louder. Groaning, his eyes blast open as he sits up from his bed in the speed of light; banging against the wall and screaming, “I didn’t ask for a poor excuse of a lullaby!”

All noises ceased for the rest of the night.

Originally posted by ksjknj


Suga ➳ He thought it would have stopped by now, but it didn’t. He was annoyed, gritting his teeth together as he sighed and tried to calm his nerves only to never focus on his music sheets — jumping up from his seat and zipping through the hallways just to slam open Seokjin’s door where you both screamed in fright.

“What the hell, Yoongi, don’t you know how to knock–?“

“Don’t you know how to respect?” He asked, sipping his coffee nonchalantly as his eyes glared towards you specifically, hiding under the covers. “I didn’t pay nor sign to hear any hyenas inside my own apartment.”

Originally posted by doona-baes


J-Hope ➳ Agitated, he shoved his hand into the bag of chips as he couldn’t even enjoy his favorite show when all he could hear was Jungkook dirty talk you through the thin paper walls, and to make it worse, your squeaky moans. He was annoyed, and when half an hour passed by — he pressed pause, setting his snacks to the side as he walked softly to Jungkook’s door, and..

Began to moan repeatedly and obnoxiously loud, in a mocking manner.

He was inwardly laughing boisterously, tapping against the door before he heard the only signs of life shut down their escapades. Smiling to himself, he went back to the living room and continued his reruns in peace.

Originally posted by dibidibidismynameisjhope


RapMonster ➳ “To think Jiminie can make his girlfriend do that,” Taehyung muttered, waving his hands in the air to signify your vociferous moans — or shall he say, hysterical cries. “He’s wild.”

“Who cares?” Namjoon shrugs, biting into a strawberry, “just imagine what kind of faces (y/n) is making while sounding so lewd.”

“Oh, I seeee,” Taehyung grins, wiggling his eyebrows as the older’s eyes narrow whilst taking a sip of his water, “you want to join them, don’t you?”

Namjoon chokes on air.

Originally posted by aiko-kyu


Jimin ➳ He heard something rumbling in the kitchen, mewls, groans and ruffling of some sort as he carefully went to check it out. His heart was racing a million miles a minute, tiptoeing in the halls as he got closer and closer and when he could finally make out the dark shadow — his breath hitched.

There he was, finding Taehyung press you against the kitchen counter as his hand was pressed against your mouth to no avail — your moans still being heard upon Jimin’s ears. He retreated back to his room, and the following morning when he found the both of you eating breakfast; he pretended to be on the phone to avoid any sort of communication.

He was mortified.

Originally posted by jjks


V ➳ It was way passed midnight when he kept hearing something muffled outside his own home, something specifically coming from his neighbor’s house. He yawned, crawling to his window as he opened it slightly and looked carefully to make sure his best friend wasn’t getting robbed while he slept — only to find Hoseok’s bedroom window opened the slightest

His heart stopped, squinting as he looked closer just for his eyes to focus on Hoseok sitting on the edge of his bed, naked, along with you on his lap. His eyebrows knitted together when he came to a realization that the sounds were your moans, and when you looked up suddenly to lock eyes with Taehyung’s, he gave you a ludicrous expression as you yelped.

Originally posted by cyyphr


Jungkook ➳ He was playing Overwatch when he heard a sound outside of his blasting headphones, frowning the slightest as he slid the headphones around his neck and looked around the ominous dorm. There was no light other than the television hues illuminating around the room, and everyone was asleep, at least he hoped, until he heard Yoongi’s name being called out and held his breath.

He knew what that sound was, his eyes blown up wide as his cheeks flushed a deep shape of rouge. It didn’t even help when he saw you both the next morning, Yoongi’s hand resting on your side as you told Jungkook “good morning!”

“I, uh,” he was nervously scratching his temple, looking away from you as he blinked erratically, “yeah.”

Originally posted by jiminrolls


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Why does everyone forget that Steve Rogers can draw?

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Why is this fact so neglected like think about the possibilities??

  • Natasha peeking over his shoulder and then begging for days on end to see his sketchbook after he gets embarrassed and slams it shut
  • Nostalgic drawings of that carnival booth that Bucky spent a bunch of money on to attempt impressing a girl
  • Also drawings of the first time he saw Bucky in uniform, all happy and proud
  • He has definitely gotten angry/annoyed with people and drawn out his frustrations via making them silly animals or giving them caricature-like features
  • Typically he throws them out after he cools down
  • Doodles of places he finds peaceful, like Clint’s farm or the woods surrounding the compound
  • This is the same little book that holds lists and lists of things people tell him to try, so he carries it with him everywhere
  • He goes through a phase where he can’t stop drawing the infinity stones he has seen thus far, and the objects that held them, in hopes that it’d give him some sort of epiphany
  • Tony mentioning being stumped on designs for his new suit, and by the time he’s done talking, Steve is already handing him a rough sketch with some ideas
  • He has definitely drawn each Avenger at least once
  • And Coulson 
  • He has also drawn some of his favorite memories of everyone together. The shawarma restaurant. The time they sat around, laughing as everyone tried to lift Thor’s hammer. Tony proudly handing each of them their new uniforms
  • Sometimes he likes to go to restaurants or parks on his own and just doodle his surroundings
  • Eventually everyone manages to get a peek at his book, but Wanda is the only one to ask why he never includes himself in his drawings of the group
  • Everyone gets emotional af over the way he draws them, because he either perfectly captures the way they feel on the inside (and think they do a good job of hiding) or he interprets them in a positive light, which is oftentimes the exact opposite of how they see themselves
  • Except Thor because one of Thor’s god-powers is self confidence, but even so, he still gets super lit at his drawing
  • Vision is especially shook since he’s still trying to figure out what he is, and this gives him a bit more clarity
  • Naturally they all ask to keep their respective sketches and Steve has a small guilt crisis because he always uses both sides of the page and doesn’t want to lose any notes he’s taken/not everyone could get the their original drawing
  • Tony comes to the rescue and makes high quality copies which all end up being hung in their rooms or being carried with them wherever they go
being richie's crush [headcanons]

Originally posted by beep-beep-richie-trashmouth


Pairing: Richie Tozier x reader

Summary: headcanons on this smol bean liking you.

(might do a pt. 2)


  • Okay
  • so all Richie really knows what to do is curse right?
  • I mean, he’s a trashmouth
  • Its his thing 
  • he tends to run his mouth waaaay too much
  • (it often gets him in trouble)
  • yet when he sees you, he’s speechless.
  • you’re rolling your eyes at Henry
  • (who is most definitely not tryin to charm you)
  • and you proceed to simply ignore him, slamming your locker shut and walking past Richie and Stan
  • “Hey Stan, Richie”
  • Stan smiles politely as Richie just stares
  • “She knows my name”
  • “Of course she does dumbass. We sit behind her in math,” Stan scoffs.
  • After that, all Richie does is stare at you
  • So. Much.
  • All the losers think his grades are suffering
  • (they’re really not)
  • but they know something is up.
  • with blushing cheeks, Richie admits that he has a “dumb fucking crush” on you
  • Beverly comes up with the idea to start leaving notes in your locker
  • Because Richie is too much of a pussy to tell you how he feels.
  • So all the losers turn to Ben
  • Who writes vvv lovely poetry.
  • and so the letters start
  • you’re not stupid
  • you know they’re from Richie
  • (and the rest of the losers, basically)
  • also, Richie is very obvious with his staring
  • v e r y obvious
  • like, you’re pretty sure you’ve seen him drool once
  • anyways
  • one day you go to your locker in the middle of class
  • and woah, there’s Richie.
  • he’s reaching up to stick something into your locker when your voice stops him
  • “sup tozier”
  • he curses and turns quickly
  • “wait this isn’t eds’s locker?”
  • “no Richie, it’s mine. and yeah, I know you’ve been leaving all those notes”
  • “fuck,” he whispers under his breath.
  • You’d then lean in slightly, causing Richie to shrink into the locker.
  • “well tozier, if you know of a dorky, curly-haired, glasses wearing trashmouth who’d love to go on a date with me, let me know yeah?”
  • before leaving you’d press a kiss to the corner of his mouth
  • he’d just stay there dazed his head
  • “HEY! I’m not a dork! And also, I’ll see you at five sweetcheeks!”
  • you’d chuckle before going into the bathroom and squealing
  • you had a date with Richie Tozier

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Noob players and noob DM. All players are chaotic evil. They’re exploring an old abandoned mine occupied by the undead and this is just after they murdered very friendly skeletons and dismembered parts of them for trophies. They took the skull of one named Marlin. They stumble across a small temple chamber of worship with tributes scattered before a looming statue.

Massacre (Warforged): I set down one of the spines and walk away.
DM: As you walk from the chamber you feel a gentle breeze brush against you.
Thanoas (Orc Ranger): I set down Marlins skull.
DM: As you walk out of the chamber you feel a gentle breeze brush against you.
Lekonal (Drow Druid): I grab the Wolf skull.
DM: ….why?
Lekonal: I want it
DM: okay, okay….as you walk away the doors slam shut and the glass seems to fog and become opaque until it appears the doors have melded with the cavern wall. You’re trapped.
Lekonal: Shit.
The other players start laughing.
Massacre: Put the skull back!
Lekonal: Okay fine. I put the skull back and also put down one of Marlins fingers. Happy?
DM: the rock crumbles away from the door and your exit has reappeared. As you walk out of the temple like chamber you feel a cold, ominous breeze sort of sting your skin. Congratulations, you’re an idiot.

Neighbour AU

There are three certainties in life: death, taxes, and Laurent’s neighbours having a loud argument every weekend. Laurent does not pay an exorbitant amount of rent just so that he can be woken up at three in the morning every Saturday because Jokaste is angry at Damen again. It’s bad enough that he knows their names without having ever introduced himself.

And of course, the fights are always followed by even louder make-up sex, as if he needs a weekly reminder that he himself isn’t getting any.

Tonight, it seems, Damen has been locked out of his apartment.

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