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Kang Daniel | Attraction

Originally posted by heartsjoker

prompt: you move into a new apartment complex. daniel’s your neighbor who owns the cats that always seem to find their way into your home…and your heart.

note: THE START OF MY DANIEL WEEK. so it’s my birthday week (my bday’s on the 26th of october hehe) and as a treat to myself, i’m posting a daniel story each day this week! annie @fromwannaone also requested this because she knew i was desperate for daniel requests :’) a true friend, y’all (also tagging @mongniel because who else should i share my daniel trashiness with than my dearest wife?)

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anonymous asked:

Poly headcanons with Damian and Jon x reader

I know I did the fic already but there was a lot of stuff I couldn’t include so I’m SO GLAD you sent this in when you did.

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  • It’s basically like being in a relationship with a super-powered hyperactive puppy and a trained ferocious cat assassin. But the contrast is great because it often means there’s a lot of aspects to your trio.
  • Dates planned by Damian are usually planned down to the TT, and involve a lot of money and time. Dinner dates booked in secluded party rooms, rose petals, candles, suits and ties and dresses, completely rented aquariums, fondue or dance lessons. They’re all full-bloodedly romantic and filled with everything you would expect from that side of Damian, and they’re usually for the days when you’re all feeling a little cruddy and need some class. To make these more intimate Damian will often just take one of you, but will make it up to the other later with a date of your choice.
  • Jon’s dates are often very homely and are more hands-on. You spent a weekend at the Kent family Farm, hefting hay bales onto the back of Clark’s truck, washing the pigs, feeding the animals, riding horses, and around the Harvest, he’ll have you guys come up and help out too. The best time you think you’d ever had was where Jon’s pumpkins were successful that year, so the three of your carved them together and ended up throwing the seeds and guts at each other. After Damian sprayed Jon directly in the face with a hose, you broke down crying from how hard you were laughing, and then Jon getting the pumpkin pieces down the back of Damian’s shirt, you all mutually decided that Jon planned dates from that moment on.
  • But, considering how it’s not exactly common for one of you to get jealous, you’ve all agreed on some ground rules;
  • 1. No going out with a partner without the third person’s knowledge. And if they don’t seem/feel okay with this, then change the day of the date or include the third.
  • 2. Always wait for the third person before starting anything, like eating at a meal, (making out), or anything else that might involve this rule.
  • 3. Communication is key. If something is wrong, it is DIRE that it is discussed between everyone.
  • You often reference these rules in conversation (”Remember rule number three, Dams”), and the system works incredibly well.
  • In regards to Jon’s family, everything is wonderful. When Jon finally brought it up with his parents they were hesitant (mainly because of Damian, if we’re being honest), but after watching the three of you interact it was clear that it was beneficial for all of you, so Lois and Clark instantly gave their blessing. Grandma Martha made you a pie with three different flavors in it and confessed that before she was with Clark’s father Jonathan Kent, she’d been in a poly relationship and understood how everything worked.”If you have any questions, please come to me, dears.
  • Kon was all for it. You remember him saying,”Jon’s so stuffed full of love I knew that it wouldn’t be able to fit in one person.
  • Kara smiled and told us “congratulations”, and when Jon asked why she wasn’t fazed, she shrugged. Apparently, relationships with more than two people were incredibly common on Krypton, to the point where it was almost 50/50 for each side in the population.”And y’know, If I’m being honest, I’m a little jealous. I always hoped when I was little that there would be more than just one person who loved me romantically.
  • Most of the time Damian takes the lead and you and Jon follow in stride. The only reason you do this is so he can’t hear you whispering about how sexy he is behind his back.
  • Damian: [runs his fingers through his hair] [does like 1,000 push-ups shirtless] [smirks absentmindedly, probably while thinking about something dirty]
  • Y/N and Jon: [trying not to stutter, failing] wha-what a drEAM BOAT
  • Damian’s family was only a little different in reaction. Alfred gave his advice and was the reason why you set up the ground rules and was really supportive. Bruce, y’know, being Bruce, didn’t really acknowledge it but didn’t seem opposed to it either. Dick was FULL HEARTEDLY all in, and even hugged you and Jon after he told you he’d kill you both if you broke Damian’s heart. 
  • Jason, being the “outcast” of the family, was rarely around and thus didn’t learn of your status until you casually dropped the “two boyfriends” line. He just gave you a thumbs up??? what does this mean?? Tim basically did the same thing, but Cass and Steph tried to throw you a party. It failed only because Damian thought the “surprise” was an attack and chucked an electric Batarang that started the tablecloth on fire. The same thing happens at the Wedding Reception.

anonymous asked:

I really like your attitude. If Taylor were to meet/notice all her fans, she would literally have no life outside music. Meeting her or getting noticed by her has turned into this pinnacle of fan success, and it would be nice, but it doesn't mean you're a great fan or even a good person. The important thing is what she means to us, not what she does for us, yes?

You know what anon, I love Taylor no matter what. Do I want to meet her? Absolutely, that would make my life. Will it happen? The odds are against it, so who knows. All I know is that I will be here for her no matter what and I’ll be reading all the stories of everyone who did with love in my heart because it’s not about competition.

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DARREN- “The pool is somewhat smaller than the other two places, but the patio could be enclosed to put in an in-law suite, with very little effort.

DARREN- “So that’s it, the three houses? What do you think of the Contempo?”

HANK- “It is smaller, but it still could work for us.”

GINA- “I like the idea of enclosing the patio for my apartment.”

TARIC- “It is very nice, and newer. All three homes were really nice, this is going to be a tough decision!”

DARREN- “You all talk it over and let me know, and I will draw up the paperwork and place your bid on the house you choose. All three are immediate occupancy, so you can move in the day of closing.”

HANK- “You did a great job, Darren.  We will call you tomorrow with our choice…thanks again!”

DARREN- “My Pleasure!”

ALVARO- “I know which one I like!!!”

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  • I CAN'T EVEN REBLOG IT BECAUSE THE TAGS DON'T SHOW UP ON THE CHAT POST BC TUMBLR IS THE WORST
  • BUT JUST KNOW I WAS LIKE, HARUMPH!
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  • bookshop: TOTALLY INACCURATE
  • I AM NOT REALLY A SCORPIO
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  • IT FIT SO PERFECTLY
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  • bookshop: DID NOT FIT
  • earlgreytea68: IT FIT SO WELL WE WOULD BE COMPLETE OPPOSITE WRITERS
  • I CAN'T WAIT TO GO ON FANSPLAINING
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  • bookshop: JUST REMINDING YOU THAT *I FINISHED OUR ENTIRE NOVEL ACCORDING TO PLAN* WHILE YOU WERE OFF HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS
  • earlgreytea68: AHAHAHAHAH
  • bookshop: lolololol
  • earlgreytea68: IT WAS AN INTENSE TIME, OKAY?
  • bookshop: JUST ONE MORE REASON WHY *I AM NOT REALLY A SCORPIO*
  • earlgreytea68: DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY NOVELS I HAVE WRITTEN?
  • I HAVE NEVER HAD AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS BEFORE
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BIZARRE-STAR 200 PARTY!

I’m sure most of you know, but I hit 200 followers recently! So to celebrate, I ran a poll, and we are doing Match-up Night!

It’ll be taking place this coming Friday, Oct. 27th, 6:00 PM (PST time zone) to Sat, Oct. 28th, 6:00 PM! A whole 24 hours of match-ups and fun!

The great @jayjayswackyantics did a Good Post™ about what to send in a match-up request. Please, take the time to look over it before sending in! (And go follow her too.) You can also include if there’s a character you absolutely don’t want to be paired with, just in case.

Start sending them in now, if you’d like! It’ll help me get the creative thoughts flowing.

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Again, thanks for 200 followers! Hopefully I can provide a fun night for you all.

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I DID IT!!! The punisher urges were too strong and I love my boy frank so much??? I’ll be going back to my cass url I know it but this had to be done. Thank you to everyone who voted and I’m still working on icons for those who messaged me!!! :) If you could spread this around that’d be great! 

anonymous asked:

i’m so sorry for the hate you’re getting but i just wanted to let you know that what you did was very kind!! i hope you have a great day!!

i hope you have an even better day!

God, I just feel like a proud mom right now!!! Jack did not one, but two tours this year!! One on his own and one with the Grumps!! I know I just said it but seriously dude, congratulations on the success of both shows!!! You all pulled off incredible shows that people will remember for a long time!!! It’s only gonna go up from here, man!!! Great job, dude!!!

@mashirondividing​ said:  Hey I was just wondering, my birthday just passed (8th of dec) and I had meant to follow you, but this might be a big ask or anything, it’s okay if you can’t really!! could you maybe draw a birthday Kuroo for me it’s really okay if not

Ayyyyyy I’m always happy to draw Kuroo, so why not! I hope you had a great birthday! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

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AU where Bitty and Jack are singers and their managers set them up to make a song and music video together.

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The corner pics are paparazzi shots probably. 

regularghostly  asked:

Okay I know the popular scenario is "embarrassed mutual pining" (and trust me I love that) but what about this: soon after lance realizes his feelings for Keith he just fully embraces them and starts flirting with Keith almost 24/7 the way he does with random alien chick only more specific/flattering? And Keith's like "what did my gay ass do to deserve this" not knowing Lance is actually fully serious. Then Lance finally stops playing games and just asks him out and Keith's like U WERE SERIOUS?

NSDJFKHJGDNKSFHBKSMFJNGH HOW ABOUT THIS:


The time Lance realized that he was undeniably attracted to boys was directly correlated to Keith. It was weird because he could have sworn that he didn’t like Keith - that dense, unwillingly condescending and hotheaded idiot - until. Well. Until they were out after a mission mingling with the locals and Keith was just standing there, a drink in his hand, smiling softly while he talked to a young alien girl. 

It was a huge thing. Lance’s breath caught, his heart skipped a beat and all the blood in his body rushed to his cheeks. Keith hadn’t even done anything special, he really just stood there, a soft and attentive look on his stupidly perfect face while the sun drew patterns on his mullet. It should have been an everyday thing except it wasn’t because Lance really could count on one hand all the incidences where he wouldn’t have changed a thing about Keith (including his awful hairstyle).

So back then Lance did the most sensible thing he could have done: down his drink, cough like mad because wrong pipe and hightail the quiznak out of this situation before it could go completely wrong.

Also, a private freakout that lasted for like five minutes. And maybe some stress eating and extra face care but honestly, that wasn’t a bad thing. He was a paladin of Voltron, they were fighting pretty much 24/7, he was allowed to eat more of Hunk’s cookies if he wanted to. And his face certainly wouldn’t complain about testing out new products to help it stay smooth and soft.

Honestly, Lance thought he had handled it pretty well. No excessive drama and no insults hurled Keith’s way. He’d like to think that he matured through his time as a defender of the universe and could now totally deal with being attracted to boys and Keith. No problemo for Loverboy Lance. 

Except, of course, it was Keith. How did one woo Keith? He was pretty sure that Keith was gay, that wasn’t the problem, the problem was that Keith was dense as quiznak. 

Luckily, the response had been right in front of his eyes: Keith might have been dense but Keith has also spent nearly 2 years with him in space and knew what Lance’s flirting looked like. It was ideal, he just had to act like he always did, not even Keith could be stupid enough to misunderstand that. 

So when the opportunity arose, Lance didn’t hesitate to take it.

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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

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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.

“R-Richie..”

“Mmm?”

“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.

Time to float - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Time to float

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompts: If you’re taking requests for Bill Skarsgård can you write one where the reader is a famous actress and also little Jackson Scott’s big sister (the kid who plays Georgie) so she attends the premiere with him wearing a stunning dress as usual, she meets Bill who is awestruck bc hes a huge fan with a massive crush on her, the kids who played in the movie myb tease him a little bit, and she’s flattered and thinks hes adorable idk i like this idea 
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YN is Jackson older sister and Bill is her fan!so when he finds out he tries his best to get Jackson to introduce them,and when he does,Jackson can’t help and teels big sis that Bill has a crush on her and he’s just super adorkable to admit! later they all say that on an interview,and the kids love to make fun of them

“Jackson please don’t run! Be careful, sweetie, you’re gonna-” you stopped yourself when you heard you little brother giggle and you realized what you’d just said “Oh gosh I am turning into mom!” you breathed out, eyes wide.

Your little brother ran back to you, wrapping his small arms around your legs and you looked down to be met with his adorable smile “Yes you are! But I am always going to love you the most! More than mom and dad, and more than anyone else in the world!” he said and you giggled.

“And you will always be the number one man in my heart, JR!” you leaned down to pick him up and kiss his cheek as he wrapped his arms around your neck with a big smile.

“Even before dad?” he asked and you grinned, nodding your head.

“But we’re not gonna tell him that, because it’s gonna break his heart.” you pouted, and he giggled.

“You bet it will!” your father piped in, saying with a serious nod and you laughed with Jackson as he kissed your cheek before going to help your mother.

“And… even more than him?” he said with what was supposed to be a smirk on his face and you chuckled, tickling his belly.

“You sly little tease!” you grinned as he squirmed in your arms “Alright, maybe I really do like him a little bit but-”

He rolled his eyes so dramatically at you and shook his head “A lot!”

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  • *Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw Potions*
  • Molly: *setting up her cauldron*
  • Sherlock: *watching her*
  • Sherlock: *annoyed* How much shampoo did you use this morning, Molly?
  • Molly: *confused* Sorry?
  • Sherlock: Bit excessive, don't you think?
  • Molly: *frowns* The usual. Why? What's wrong with it?
  • Sherlock: *sighs* Nothing *setting up his work* It's distracting.
  • Molly: *offended* Distracting? What about you? You smell like you slept in a coffee shop.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* I've had one cup. Don't you like it?
  • Molly: *scoffs* Whatever. Shut up.
  • Professor Slughorn: *enters* Settle down, class, and direct your attention to the front of the class. More specifically *taps a cauldron* Amortentia! The most powerful love potion in the world.
  • Sherlock & Molly: ...
  • Professor Slughorn: It is said to have a different aroma for everyone who smells it, reminding each person of the things that they find most attractive
  • Sherlock & Molly: *glance at each other*

Griffin: Killian gives you guys some gifts, too. Um, similarly pretty small packages. As you unwrap them, they are each handcarved personalized whetstones, which, Magnus, you’ll probably get some use out of, but the other two of you don’t really specialize in bladed weaponry but they’re nice. They’re carved in the shape of… ducks.

Travis: Aww!

Killian: They’re my favorite!

Travis: I hand her a carved wooden duck.

Killian: That’s…really weird.

Magnus: Yup!

Killian: It’s really weird that we- how did that even … did you know I was gonna get you a duck stone or, how did you?

Magnus: I read your diary.

Killian: Well that’s… this is not a great Candlenights so far, guys, just sort of judging by the interactions that we’re all having in this room.