what did i do to these kids

I want to punch Adrian’s dad so much

So the first episode of the new miraculous season is out and it confirms that his dad is Hawkmoth. I got so pissed at Adrian’s dad in this episode cause it’s apparent that he doesn’t care for Adrian.






anonymous asked:

Why are you so obsessed with gender identity? I get that it's a thing and you probably want to spread awareness but having every lost child with some type of uncommon gender identity is overkill. I mean how many kids are going to be thinking about what gender they identify as instead of normal kid stuff. Most kids only know boy or girl save for a few rarities. My point is that your overdoing it to the point that it's unbelievable and honestly getting annoying, maybe back up a bit.

I did it as a way to draw parallels between the kids in a way that defies the odds so much that it wouldn’t make sense without a prophecy being involved. They were also given five letter names for this reason. I’m 100% aware that nonbinary children are incredibly rare. But they do exist, and prophecies do what prophecies do. The ones obsessed with gender are the people who continue to ask me the same tired old questions about gender despite me answering them over and over.

TEACHER: I’ve finished checking up all of your final exams! These exams take 25% of your final grade. I know all of you worked very hard for it.

(No, they didn’t)

TEACHER: I can say i’m pretty proud that some of you studied hard and the efforts really payed off.

TEACHER: Some of you still got a little work to do, but you’re already halfway there!

TOM: Are you kidding me?!

TOM: Ugh, why a D? I can’t believe I got a lower score than Edd!

EDD; Huh? Where am I? 

YANOV: Hey Paul, how much did you get this time?

PAUL: Lemme…WAIT- WHAT THE FUCK?! AN F? Why did I get an F?

YANOV: Huh, weird. I thought you didn’t give a damn about your grades…

PAUL: What?! NO! I mean- This is different, Yanov. These are the finals, my mom is gonna murder me if she finds out…

YANOV: Heeeey, easy there. It can’t be that bad. Besides, the exam was difficult anyways, I don’t think anyone got a perfect score.

TEACHER; By the way, I’d like to congratulate the only student on the whole classroom who got a perfect 100% score! Our newest student-

YANOV: Nevermind…

PATRYK: I just did my best, Miss!

PAUL: …Can I just-

YANOV: Paul, we’ve had this talk before . That’s illegal

meghatron12337  asked:

2. And 9. For Finding Pack?

Ooooooh, I got one! All right!

2. What scene did you first put down?

This question confuses me a bit. Do you mean which scene did I write down if I went out of order? Or which scene I thought up that encouraged the making of this fic? Or just in general which scene was the first, first, scene I put down? Eh, either way, from what I remember the first scene I put down was actually the flashback of Tony meeting baby Steve and the line “when I’m grown you’re going to be my omega.” This is really what sort of started it all. This beautiful image of kid Steve promising something he probably didn’t understand fully and Tony not realizing how strong words can be when he agreed to wait for him (even if playing along with baby Steve). Surprise, Tony! Steve always keeps his promises.  

Then I couldn’t resist adding mpreg and a/b/o dynamics to it because I’m a sucker for the idea of older!omega!Tony getting courted by the very attractive younger!alpha!Steve. Then infertility issues because I love me some self-hated angst, shifters, pack dynamics, and before I knew it so much was added I don’t know what to do with it anymore. 
So yeah, first scene I put down. 

Oh, all right, that was unexpected. Tony kneeled down to be somewhat at eye level with the child. “You didn’t have to get into a fight for me. I’m not worth getting into a fight for, trust me, but thanks for defending my honor,” Tony poked the tip of the child’s nose.
The kid looked at him, giving him a wide gaze, completely opened, and showed large blue eyes that made Tony feel exposed. Tony cleared his throat and was about to excuse himself and leave when out of nowhere the child patted his cheek and said “when I’m grown you’re going to be my omega.”
That should not have felt as endearing as it was, but the wide eyes that were looking at him as if he was a treasure, the most prized possession the little alpha could ever have, made Tony almost tear up. It was adorable and childish and made Tony feel wanted, but it was nothing but a spur of the moment thing, and from a kid no less.
Tony decided to just play along instead of making the child feel like a fool. “Is that so? Well, you better grow up fast.”
“I will! I will, wait for me, Mister.” The child was positively glowing now.  
Tony chuckled, “I’ll wait. In the meantime you better get back to your pack and get looked at. Don’t want any broken bones on you.”

9. Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Not really? Except… well, at one point I thought about taking this fic down a bit of a rougher road? Like, instead of sweet Steve I thought about making him a little harsher and arrogant. Not in a way where he’d physically hurt Tony, but be more forceful. Years of growing up mocked and called runt and taking charge of two war packs didn’t leave him that emotionally opened. Probably doesn’t know how feelings properly worked.
Like so. Instead of asking Tony if he wanted to join the pack he’d just tell him “you’re coming with us so I won’t lose you again.” 
That scene where Tony goes into a panic and Steve smells him? Run in and shout “WHAT HAPPENED” batman style. 
Shopping for confidence? Yeah, Steve is right there glaring at EVERYONE and once they enter the store to get clothes Steve has Jan and them just pick the clothes that’d make Tony beautiful and go. The sweet rolls? Steve pushes them in Tony’s arms and demands him to eat. 
He actually ends up killing Tony’s attackers instead of letting them go and glares Tony down for leaving without anyone knowing. 

Steve just has this harsher personality, but that’s because he’s emotionally stunted. He still loves and cares for Tony, he just doesn’t know how to handle someone so timid and hesitant and soft. He ends up winning Tony’s love either way. Tony may think it’s the same situation as Hammer, but there’s obvious differences, and he’d rather be with Steve than go back out and run into Hammer. 

Lesser of the two evils in this situation. 

So a harsher alternative for this fic. 

mage0flight  asked:

Hey Q guess what!? PUNS! What do you call security outside of a samsung store? A guardian of the galaxy! I also had a joke about unemployed people but it didn't really work. Plus I can't believe that I was fired from the calendar factory! All I did was take a day off. I'm readying a book on anti gravity. It's I'm possible to put down. I wasn't originally going to get a brain transplant but I changed my mind. I would tell you a chemistry joke but it wouldn't get a reaction.

* heh, that’s pretty good, peaches!

* but hell, kid, sorry to hear you got fired for taking a day off.

* i’m sure everything will work out, though. And hey, at least you got some more time off, right?

((Jolie’s Input: again, i apologize for the fact that Q is terrible at the whole sympathy to strangers thing 8′D I hope everything works out and you get a new job soon, though!))

i love lil babies and children so much they are precious and need to be protected !!!! i hate seeing people acting mean to them especially grown adults who “hate kids” like what did they do to u sis!!!

Writing is hard part 31: Special Addition

I’ve wanted to talk about this for awhile, so it’s going to be kinda long. To start off, I’ve always been a fantasy writer. I only got into horror later on, but since I was a kid I loved high fantasy stories. The first full story I ever wrote was about mermaids and Pegasi, if that gives you any idea. When I see a concept, like Mark and Jack’s egos for example, I immediately start world building and making lore around it. That is what happened with my side series Fledgling. The first part did pretty well, but the second part completely bombed. Maybe it’s because it wasn’t very well written or just posted at a bad time, but it didn’t do very well. I had tons of sequels planned for that where I flesh out demon society, how Dark is highly sought after because he’s half human (Damien and Celine) and the demon council wants him dead, how Anti is an outlaw who broke literally all twelve of the demonic script laws and got away with it because he found loopholes in them, (I even made a comprehensive list of the script laws for reference) and how Dark Ethan has to learn to be a demon by being taught about his own culture and humankind by the other demons. I went all in, and then I realized something. I set myself up to fail. The more complicated I make something, the farther from normal canon I stray, the less comprehensive and accessible I make it. Especially with Tumblr’s new update, I can already tell any attempts I make at fleshing out the Fledgling series is going to bomb HARD. It’s probably going to happen to the “You Brought this on Yourself-Checkmate-Martyr” series too, becuase I plan to let a little bit of fledgling’s lore seep into that, and it’s going to get more complicated. But the more parts something has, the more complicated you make it, the more you stray from canon, the less people will want to take the time to figure all of your bullshit out. I’m scared that all of my writing is just going to taper out, until there really won’t be a point anymore. I don’t want that to happen, I have so many plans, but I have a feeling that it’s already starting. All I can do is hope that I’m wrong.

@fear-is-nameless @hufflepufftrax

jesus the drama againnn honestly how fucked up do you need to be to kiss a married man with 3 kids who doesn’t even like to be hugged? bitch i just.. fuk i wanted to say i lost hope in humanity but what that girl did was not even humanity ugh

Tagging Game

Tagged by the wonderful @dreadhobo !

Were you named after anyone?

I was named for my grandmother (middle name) and for a McDonald’s commercial (first name). True story.

When was the last time you cried?

I think it was… .3 weekends ago? 

Do you like your handwriting?

Not so much. I think my handwriting looks very juvenile. Hey! Fun story: I was actually never taught cursive in school, though I did end up sort-of teaching myself.

What’s your favorite lunch meat?

Turkey or chicken is my preferred lunch meant.

Do you have kids?

  No, but I would like to someday.

If you were a different person, would you be friends with you?

I’m not sure. Maybe? I hope so? I don’t see why I wouldn’t, but I struggle with not always liking myself… but if I wasn’t me, I’d probably be less hard on myself? (did that make any sense?)

Do you use sarcasm?


Do you still have your tonsils?


Would you bungee jump?

It’s not on my to-do list; possibly but probably not. I like thrill rides at amusement parks, but hate drop rides so I assume I wouldn’t enjoy bungee jumping.

What’s your favorite cereal?

Cinnamon Frosted Flakes.

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

…no. *hangs head in shame*

Do you think you are a strong person?

No, but I am trying.

What’s your favorite ice cream?

It depends on my mood, but I am pretty fond of butter pecan. Or anything with praline.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Body language and interactions with people and/ or things. 

What’s your least favorite physical thing about yourself?

My acne probably. Though I also use to really, really hate my body hair. I don’t mind other people’s body hair at all, but I’ve always been very self-conscious that it’s not considered attractive on women by society. I’m pretty hairy for a lady and it’s made worse by dark hair paired with pale skin…

Also my back fat; I don’t mind any of my other flab, but my back fat irritates me.

What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now?

Hunter green sweatpants and no shoes.

What are you listening to right now?


If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

Blue? Maybe?

Favorite smell?

Honey and fresh baked bread! Or herbs! Or sandalwood! Or… 

Who was the last person you talked on the phone with?

My grandmother (not the one I’m named after)! 

Favorite sport to watch?

Ice hockey ties with figure skating, because apparently I just really like ice rinks?

Hair color?

Eye color?

Also Brown!

Do you wear contacts?

Sometimes, but I’ll also wear glasses.

Favorite food?

Pizza, ohagi, taiyaki, pancakes, feta, cheese in general… cherry turnovers!  

Scary movie or comedy?

Probably comedy; I like some scary movies but I’m pretty picky about what kind of scary movies I like.

Last movie you watched?

Hocus Pocus? Maybe?

What color shirt are you wearing?

A Florence + the Machine t-shirt.

Summer or winter?

Winter! My favorite season is autumn though.

Hugs or kisses?

Both please!

Book you’re currently reading?

I just finished a Mercedes Lackey book!

Who do you miss right now?

My sister and brother, and @thema-sal-shiral.

What’s on your mouse pad?

My current mouse pad is from the live action Rurouni Kenshin, it has an image of Satou Takeru as Kenshin.

What’s the last TV program you watched?

Figure skating! Does that count? It was the last thing I watched on TV.

What’s the best sound?

Laughter and singing or music!

Rolling Stones or The Beatles?

I deny this question.

What’s the furthest you ever traveled?

Probably to Seoul, Korea.

Do you have a special talent?

…My finger joints in my right hand are hyper-extendable?  

Where were you born?

United States!

Tagging: @buttsonthebeach , @circadian-rhythm , @ethadahlen , @wardsarefunctioning , @katalyna-rose , @thema-sal-shiral , @mysecretfanmoments , @sternenstaub28 , @dirthamensbird , @adventuresinastrangeworld , @firjii , @solverne , @ethadahlen , @idrelle-miocovani , @theweepingstar , @savvylittleminx , @elfsplaining , @shift-shaping , @dragynfox , @right-in-the-vhenan , @mistressdreadwolf

As always no pressure to participate! Only if you have the time and inclination. :) 

I hate it when people call me cute. it reminds me of how you say it all the time. it reminds me of how smack my bum and tell me you can do it because you’re my mother and you can do what you want. it makes me want to throw up. I hate it. I hate you. it’s all your fault. you did this to me. can’t even take a compliment because you made it creepy. because I’m never sure how you meant it. because a mother doesn’t smack her kid on the bum like an asshole stranger on the street. I hate what you did to me. don’t call me cute.

thirty questions tag

tagged by @hermiionegrcnger + some other sweet blogs i can’t remember!

rules: answer thirty questions and tag some blogs you’d like to know better.
1. nicknames: hal, halpal
2. gender: female
3. star sign: pisces
4. height: 5 feet 2 inches 
5. time: 2:47 PM
6. birthday: march
7. favorite bands: blackpink, bts, monsta x, seventeen (there’s so many members i can’t), and if they count yet - stray kids!
8. favorite solo artists: halsey, suran, hailee steinfeld, iu, alexi blue
9. song stuck in my head: bts cypher 4 
10. last movie i watched: i dont even remember lmao
11. last show i watched: i dont remember lmao
12. when did i create my blog: may of this year (2017)
13. what do i post: studyblr things, kpop stuff, self care, positivity!
14. last thing i googled: “chemistry pai quizlet”
15. do i have any other blogs: yeah! i post random stuff on there (aesthetics, kpop, & self care) it’s @seekingwaves
16. do i get asks: yes (do i answer all of them like i should? no rip)
17. why i chose my url: i listen to tunes when i study?? idk haha
18. following: 343
19. followers: 12,784
21. average hours of sleep: 5-6 hrs
22. lucky number: eight
23. instruments: a bit of piano, mainly singing
24. what am i wearing: skinny jeans and a sweatshirt
26. dream job: sports coach, singer/music producer?? (i have literally no idea)
27. dream trip: new york, japan, korea, singapore, vietnam!!
28. favorite food: burgers and fries, indomie noodles
29. nationality: vietnamese
30. favorite song right now: MIC drop - bts

tagging all my fav mutuals because i would love to get to know alllll of you more: @abiistudies @chanyeolstudies @mildlineurs @studyoblivion @academiix @kuroristudies @junebugstudies @jiyeonstudies @bookmrk @gloomstudy <333

hydejackies-deactivated20170430  asked:

Nina, imagine this: Let's say 20-something!Hyde travels in time and has the chance to be with season-1!Hyde. At some point, older!Hyde fucks up and reveals he was with Jackie and teen!Hyde is all 'NO WAY MAN, NOOO' because he's still treatening her bad/stalking Donna. It makes older!Hyde realize he was an ass and gets angrier at himself for letting his Jackie go. What's next? (PS: teen!Jackie finds out about older!Hyde without knowing they were together and has a crush on him)

I love this! We already talked a little about it, and I did this too. But let’s talk about actual story…

Okay, I can’t do anything without ‘why’s and ‘because’s, and I came with the idea that in 1989, Hyde gets a call from Donna in the damn middle of the night yelling at him that Jackie is moving back to Point Place with her 6 years old kid and her 3 years old divorce. 

He is amused that Donna is now doing matchmaker after the way she was to Jackie back in 1979 and how she was to them when she found out about their relationship in 1978. “I was a kid, and a very bad friend. Shut up and listen–” he has to listen to her saying she has seen them during reunions and she knows they are closer than ever, and that everyone knows he has feelings for her so he should try something now.

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anonymous asked:

Yes omg I can totally see Shawn wanting saturdays to be "mums day" &maybe when he wakes up he check his socials since the kiddos usually wake up in 30 more mins &when he hears them he lets out a "shit" bc kids aren't quiet at all &he just wants you to sleep in bc you've been the one dealing with your sons recurring nightmares all week &when he wakes you up he peppers you with kisses and you're fav breakfast

did you read the blurb? because this is high key what I wrote lmao yes though, ushering them into the kitchen to give you some extra time, and then you doing the same for him on Sunday’s, snuggling into him before you’re being dragged from you bed oh god

anonymous asked:

I love your writing so much! It makes my day to read it :) I have a prompt: Robron's teenage son is going on his first date with a boy and is getting nervous. They offer fatherly advice, in their own way 💖

Sorry anon, this is nothing like you asked for but I just couldn’t make that work, so I hope this is a decent enough substitute!

“He’ll be alright you know.” Aaron sounds confident as he hands Robert his mug, sitting himself down on the sofa, feet pushing under Robert’s thigh as he always did. One look at his face said otherwise though.

“He looked nervous though.”

“I think that might have been embarrassment at your ‘advice’.” Aaron couldn’t help tease him. The more nervous one hadn’t been Jake and Aaron smiled.


“You, doing the whole protective Dad routine. Think you scared that kid half to death.” He quickly pulled his feet away as Robert’s fingers started to work their way to the soles of his feet. “Pack it in!”

“He seemed alright though, didn’t he?” He moves closer to Aaron, lifting his legs to rest over his lap. “Jake I mean?”

“Yeah, course. So, what do you want to do for the rest of the evening? Telly, pub, or early night?”

“Oh no, we’re not having an early night. We’re waiting up for him to come home.”

“Robert Sugden, we are not! I think you’ve embarrassed him enough. Besides I’m not sitting here all night.” He kicked his heel back into Robert’s thigh. “So, you can either come to the pub with me or you can sit here on your own watching the minutes tick over to half past ten.”

“Why are you not more…”

“What? Worried? He’s on a date, Robert, he’s not off to war. It’s not going to be the last one I’m guessing. You can’t be like this every time.” He sits up properly. “What is it?”

“I don’t know. Same as when Michael started dating. They’re all grown up. Won’t be long before they don’t need us at all.”

“Don’t be daft. They’re always going to need us. Right, come on old man, pub.”

are you a dinosaur or dragon person? are you a planets or stars person? are you a shiny or matte person?

three things that still bug me about ‘avatar: the last airbender’;

- they are all so young like these K I D S need protecting

- katara and zuko didnt become a couple how fking rude 

- we never got to see zuko’s journey to find his mother honestly we were robbed

What Voltron Season 4 has Done to our Sweet Children
  • Keith: Ditched his boy band to play Assassin's Creed.
  • Shiro: "OK, I guess I'll pilot the Black Lion then. Does this make me the new main character?"
  • Allura: "No."
  • Coran: Did drugs and went viral.
  • Pidge: Went from "I gotta find my brother" to "we gotta find our dad."
  • Matt: Joined the Alien Fucker Club, which was founded by Lance.
  • Lance: PSA for the kids at home: Do NOT drink raw milk. Do not buy raw milk. Do not sell raw milk. Unpasteurized milk has so many germs in it, it's literally illegal.
  • Hunk: "And with Matt joining the team, Pidge and I can complete our Science Bro Trifecta. We're the smartest nerds in the universe!"
  • Haggar: "Oh, yeah? Hold my beer."
  • Zarkon: "Nice one, honey. I'm alive, BTW, no biggie. Time to kill my son."
  • Lotor: "The enemy of my enemy is a new job opportunity. Who's ready for my redemption arc?"
  • Ezor: "Not me."
  • Zethrid: "Pass."
  • Acxa: "Traitor."
  • Narti: "Fuck you."
Now I’ve Got You In My Arms

Pairing: Richie Tozier/ Eddie Kaspbrak

Warnings: hickeys, lots of hickey talk, implications of oral sex, implied top!eddie, a lot of fluff sorry

they are 18

word count: 2,726

@delicateloser @killerxqueer @richiietozierr

THANK YOU @tastes-like-cherry-coke FOR BEING MY BETA

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Eddie sucks in a breath when he watches Richie slide on a clean shirt, his back muscles flexing. He shudders and shakes away the thoughts because, Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier are not gay, okay? Especially not together. Just sometimes they kiss and give each other hickeys when they’re alone. (They don’t admit to anyone they’re from each other, but they wear their bruises proudly.) (Okay, so they’re a little gay.) (They’re hella gay.)

It’s just another day in Derry. The Losers are in the hallway grouping up before their classes start. Richie and Eddie are running late. Again.

Just as the warning bell sounds, the two are rushing in toward their friends.

“Where have you guys been?” Stan asks, his eyes immediately adverting to Eddie’s neck, “And what the hell is that?”  

“Richie’s truck wouldn’t start,” Eddie said, initially ignoring Stan’s question before he covers his neck, “Yes, shut up, it’s exactly what it looks like.”

“From who?”

Eddie side-eyes Richie nervously, “S-some girl.. I went out last night.”

“Out?” Bill asks.

“Yeah..” Eddie trails off, remembering the night before.

He and Richie were both shirtless, Eddie in his lap, slowly moving himself around, moaning loudly as Richie attacked his neck like the leech he is.

“Eddie,” Bev calls out while dramatically waving her hand in front of Eddie’s face, “You good? You spaced out for a minute there.”

“Yeah, m’fine. I’ll see you guys at lunch.” Eddie turns and walks away in the opposite direction.

“Not gonna kiss your best friend goodbye?” Richie laughs when Eddie flips him off without turning around.

“Is it me or did Eddie seem really off when he responded to our questions?” Mike asks as the group watched the smallest boy go.

“Maybe it’s because he got fucking mauled last night. Did you see the size of those hickeys?” Ben makes a face and chuckles with Bill.

Richie awkwardly scratches the back of his neck and it must be his lucky day, because before his uncomfortable stance could be sensed by the group the second bell rings, “Yeeaaahh.. I’ll catch you guys later..”

After Richie leaves, the group disbands.

Two periods later, Eddie is in science when his phone vibrates on the desk. He slides it between two books, trying not to get caught checking it.

Richie: what’re you doing  [9:56AM]

Eddie rolls his eyes and types back, ‘im in science. cant skip today.’  [9:57AM]

Richie: you dont even kno what i was gonna ask  [10:01AM]

Eddie: was it that?  [10:01AM]

Richie: ok yeah but this time its different  [10:04AM]

Eddie’s mouth turns into a frown. Different? How? Everytime he skips with Richie they always go get fast food together and only sometimes he convinces Eddie to smoke with him.

Eddie: what do you mean?  [10:06AM]

Within seconds he gets a message back, but this time it’s a picture attachment. He opens it, almost regretting he did (he really doesn’t), eyes widening. Richie had taken a picture of himself- only showing his mouth and below. He’s biting his lip and- Eddie slams his phone down when he sees it- Richie has a hand down his jeans. Eddie’s face is flushed red.

“Mr. Kaspbrak, are you okay?” His teacher turns around from the chalkboard, shooting him a worried glance.

“Yes, fine. Can I use the restroom?”

“Sign out, please.”

Eddie does quickly and nearly runs out of the classroom. He unlocks his phone, Richie’s contact still up, and types out a blatant, ‘where the fuck are you’

Richie: downstairs bathroom, near the music department  [10:12AM]

Eddie narrows his eyes and walks down a flight of steps, turning a few corners, before attempting to pull open the bathroom door. It’s locked. That bastard fucking planned this.

“Open the door, asshole.”

The lock clicks, and the second it does, Eddie is pushing himself through the doorway, locking it again. He faces Richie.

“You’re such a little shit. You know that?”

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Richie challenges.

Eddie shoves him against the sink, “I shouldn’t do anything about it- you’re practically begging me to.”

Richie smiles cheekily, “Hm. I am.”

Eddie pulls Richie’s head back by his hair, lips immediately attaching to his neck, sucking hard. He has his other hand on the boy’s hip, tucking his fingers into the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head, throwing it on the counter. He marks up Richie’s entire chest.

“Enough marks, I look like a fucking cheetah.”

Eddie gives him one more on his hip just to spite him. He stands back up, cupping his cheek, leaning in to kiss him on the mouth, but isn’t surprised when Richie doesn’t let him. Richie doesn’t do mouth kisses. He thinks back to a few weeks ago when they were sitting in Eddie’s room when he first tried to kiss him.

“No,” Richie had said quietly, “Too intimate. No kissing.”

But Eddie still wants to kiss Richie. No homo, of course, because that’s gay and Eddie Kaspbrak is not gay.

Those thoughts are interrupted when Richie flips him to the counter, kissing down his neck softly, taking off his shirt.

“You don’t always have to be in control, Eddie,” He whispers against the smaller brunettes pale skin.

“I know, but I want to. I like it.”

“Let’s change that..” Richie kneels down, unbuttoning his jeans, shoving the clothing to his ankles.

“Richie-” Eddie tries to protest, but cuts himself off. His eyes flutter to the back of his head and brings one hand to his mouth to bite his wrist, and the other one to pull on Richie’s hair because good god.

The next time The Losers meet up again is at lunch. Everyone but Eddie is there.

“Hey-hey, you guuuys,” Bev sings, setting her tray down. “Anybody want to trade their french fries for my tater tots?”

“T-They’re the same thing,” Bill tells her.

“You’re a fake friend. Everyone knows it’s about the texture.”

Ben rolls his eyes, “Nuh uh, it tastes all the same. You’re so weird.”

“No, you both are weird. Texture is everything, it-”

“I’ll trade with you, Bev.” Stan speaks up. “I understand.”

“At least someone d-”

Mike cuts her off when he sees Richie parading over, bruises covering his neck, “Holy shit. You guys. Horton spots a hoe.”

“That’s not the correct quote.” Richie says while narrowing his eyes behind his glasses.

“Look at this, kids! What do we have here?” Ben pokes one of the many hickeys. Richie hisses in pain.

“Whoever gave you those must have been fucking rough. I mean damn, you’re wincing like a bitch. They’re so purple they’re almost black,“ Mike said with a small laugh before digging into his fries.

“You look like a cheetah.” Ben laughs.

“I told him that.” Richie mutters. If they heard him, they don’t say anything.

“W-Why did you let someone give you all of those i-if it h-hurts? And in s-school?”

“Because, my dear Billy,” Richie slings an arm over Bill’s shoulders, “At the time it felt fucking amazing.” He ignores Bill’s second question, but it’s just his luck that Eddie walks over just as he kisses and tells. Richie winks at him.

“Hey, Ed. You missed it. Richie was just telling us about his new lover,” Bev says, her voice filled with a tone salty enough to season McDonald’s fries.

“Excuse me,” Richie sputters, “You guys were pestering me about my hickeys- I said nothing about a lover.”

“Yeah, because there’s so many,” Ben says, reaching to poke at them again but reviving a slap on the wrist from Richie.

“You should see his chest.” Eddie tells them absentmindedly.

Richie shoots him a look, but it’s too late.

“There’s hickeys there, too? Damn, Richie.. Wait- Eddie, how do you know that?” Bev asks, almost knowingly, that salty tone almost tripled.

Eddie panics, “We have gym together.”

They don’t have gym together.

Mike changes the topic for Eddie’s sake, “Hey, are you gonna eat lunch, Richie?”

Richie looks at Eddie, “Nah, I ate earlier.”

Eddie’s face turns a bright red.

Eddie lays on Richie’s chest, tracing patterns onto his stomach. The other boy had fallen asleep minutes after Eddie snuck into his room. He’s been playing with his hair for merely an hour and his hand is getting tired. He retreats it slowly, resting it on Richie’s cheek, rubbing his freckled skin softly. He pauses his movements, suddenly extremely interested in what his lips would feel like, pressed onto the other boy’s. He doesn’t stop himself from leaning into Richie’s space.

Eddie places his lips onto his friend’s, cautiously, not trying to wake him. He pulls back only to do it again, however, this time he was not so lucky.

Richie’s breath hitches, and his eyes open. He sees Eddie hovering over him, and judging by how close he was, he realizes what he was doing. He sits up abruptly, letting the sheets fall from his body, and Eddie detangle from him. Richie searches Eddie’s eyes, unsure of what he could be thinking.

Eddie tries to speak but Richie touches his face and he closes his mouth.

Richie grabs Eddie by the neck, dragging him closer. His lips ghost over the smaller boys, before pressing his hickey-littered chest to Eddie’s, and parting his lips with his own. It’s not needy, surprisingly. That’s all the atmosphere has been between them, recently. Richie lets himself lay back down, not breaking their kiss.

Eddie gets the hint and crawls on top of him, mouths never leaving each other’s. It’s slow and open-mouthed and really, really messy. But it’s great. Fucking fantastic, actually.

The two kiss lazily until they fall asleep, Eddie still on top of Richie.

“Rise and shine, princess.”

A pillow comes in contact with Eddie’s face. “Did you know that you doing that could have like, killed me?”

“What? Me, kill you? I’d never, Eds.” Richie leans down, kissing him gently.

Oh, okay, so that’s a thing now.

Eddie sucks in a breath when he watches Richie slide on a clean shirt, his back muscles flexing. He shudders and shakes away the thoughts because, Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier are not gay, okay? Especially not together. Just sometimes they kiss and give each other hickeys when they’re alone. (They don’t admit to anyone they’re from each other, but they wear their bruises proudly.) (Okay, so they’re a little gay.) (They’re hella gay.)

“I don’t want to go to school,” Eddie groans and throws his head back onto the pillow.

“You have to, bubba. C’mon, up, up, up.” Richie pats his legs.

“Don’t have clean clothes,” Eddie says.

“You can wear some of mine.”

Eddie picks out a hoodie (it smells like Richie) and a pair of basketball shorts (Richie’s jeans are too long for him- curse that long ass bitch).

They brush their teeth together quickly before heading out.

It takes a few minutes for Richie’s truck to start. They end up having the neighbor help him jump it.

“Think we’re late?” Eddie asks.

“Nah, we should be fine. If not, we could skip first.”

Eddie catches the wiggle of his eyebrow. “You’re fucking disgusting.”

Richie grabs Eddie’s hand, raising it to his mouth, and presses a soft kiss to it. “Kidding, babe.”

Eddie’s heart soars.

“Well if it isn’t Richie and Eddie, almost late. As usual.” Stan gives them a look.

“My truck wouldn’t start this morning, again.”

“Hey, aren’t those Richie’s clothes?” Ben points out.

“Yeah,” Eddie shrugs, “I stayed over last night and I didn’t have any extra clothes with me.”

“Isn’t that s-sweet.”

“Yeah, sure.” Richie rolls his eyes at Bill’s snickering.

After the warning bell goes off, Richie and Eddie had never left The Loser’s so quickly.

Despite Eddie’s whines, they spend all of first period making out in the bathroom.

“You’ve never wanted to kiss me before,” Eddie says into Richie’s mouth.

Richie pulls back, “Mhm, I was missing out, obviously.” He connects their lips back together, weaving a hand into his hair, nudges his head into an easier angle to work with. Richie has his tongue shoved so far down his throat, Eddie feels as if he could choke (not that he’d complain).

But here he was, that feeling coming back again. Eddie groans, pulling away.

Richie notices and trails butterfly kisses down Eddie’s neck, making sure to kiss all of his hickeys.



“S-Stop.. Stop.”

Richie jerks back immediately, his heart about to leap from his chest, “Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”

“We can’t keep doing this if we aren’t going to address the elephant in the room.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t.. Don’t act so incredulous, Rich.”

“I’m not, I-”

“We can’t keep fooling around if we can’t discuss.. Us.”

Richie swallows and avoids eye contact.

“Look at me.. Look at me, damn it.”

The older boy does as he’s told.

“Richie.. I-  I can’t do this unless.. Unless we can be more. I want more, I want all of it. I want to go on cute dates with you, and I want to hold your hand. I want to kiss you in public. Hell, I want to kiss you all the time. I want you. I want all of this, because I have fallen head over heals in love with you, Richie Tozier.”

Richie stares in shock as his best friend confesses this to him.

“Please, say something..”

Richie is too speechless. Yet the second he tries to, Eddie is backing away. “Forget it. I-I’m sorry.”

Which means, the next few days are really awkward. Eddie ignores Richie in school. He doesn’t go visit him in the middle of the night, and he locks his window so Richie can’t, either.

Eddie has been trying to eat his lunch as quick as possible and get the fuck out of there before Richie spots him.

Today he was not that lucky.

Just as he is throwing his trash away, he turns and bumps into none other than the boy he was avoiding.

“Hey,” Richie grabs at his arm.

“Let go.”

“We.. need to talk.”

“Oh, we already did. Well, I did.” Eddie pulls out of his grip. Richie watches him leave.

“Eddie Kaspbrak!” He calls out. When he doesn’t turn around, he sits on the seat next to Bill.

“W-What did you d-do?”

“Eddie is in love with me.” Richie states.

“Whaaat? Nooo,” Stan said without looking up from his textbook, his voice filled with sarcasm.

“Wait, so you guys knew and didn’t tell me?”

“Not our place.” Ben says, also without looking up.

“Yeah, plus we didn’t know what you guys were doing. You two have been out boning god knows who, because you both are stupid.”

Mike is clueless, Richie thinks.

“You guys.. Eddie and I have been.. Um.. hooking up with each other for the last few months now.. But, we finally kissed. On the mouth. Just a few days ago. And he doesn’t think I want him as.. As my boyfriend. But I do! I just was shocked to even say anything when he told me. Now he wants nothing to do with me.”

His friends are surprised by that (all except Stan), because they didn’t actually think they were with each other like that.

“You fuckass.” Bev rolls her eyes. “Eddie has been leaving school early, so if you go now.. You might be able to catch him.”

Richie has never run so fast in his life, and, obviously, The Losers needed to see this. They’re having trouble keeping up.

Richie is standing in the bed of his truck when he sees Eddie walking in the opposite direction.

“Eddie Kaspbrak!”

This time Eddie turns to look at him. The students around him are looking, too. He rolls his eyes and walks back to him. “What are you doing?”

“I want it too, Eds! I want more, I want all of it. I want to take you on those cute dates and I want to hold your hand and kiss you in public, in private, all the time. I, too, am in love. More specifically, in love with you, Eddie Kaspbrak. I want to give you so much more.. But I think you’ll have to be my boyfriend first.” Richie hops down from his truck and reaches out for Eddie’s face, “What do you say, bug?”

Eddie nods, his eyes brimming with tears he tried to will away, “Took you long enough,” and lets Richie kiss him into oblivion. “I’m so in love with you.”

“And I you.” Richie leans back in, capturing Eddie’s lips in his own, with every ounce of energy he has inside of him. There are stars behind his eyes and honestly, Richie never wants to leave the presence of Eddie’s arms.