#please send me your work lol i’m starving for fic content

[alcubierre-warpin]

writing a bit of 90s gerri tonight and of course I thought of you first

*insert art of 90s Gerri biting her lip in pensive thought*

[rhymeswithchronic]

About me!

THIS IS AN LGBT+ FRIENDLY SPACE

I do not want anything to do with religion or politics in my blog

DNI if you support or promote:

Sexism

Racism

Homophobia

Transphobia

MAPs (no, they are not part of the LGBTQIA+ community)

Any NSFW depictions of underage characters or lolicon

Hate speech or bigotry of any kind

TERFs

What should we call you? Please use she/her pronouns for me! I’ve gone by a whole bunch of names over the years, so you can call me Poke, Phoenix, Moonweaver, Kranak, or any form of my username!

How old are you? I’m an adult, not a minor. However, I am exclusively an SFW artist. The most triggering content I may draw is blood/gore/violence, but it’s typically not very detailed!

What do you do? I’m a writer and an artist! I write both original stories and Fanfictions, and I draw art for both! My current obsession is with my Don’t Starve Fanfiction, What This World Has to Offer. Other fanfictions of mine include Owl House Fanfictions “The Little Prince” and “I Know We Can Make It Better” and the Kingdom Hearts/Kid Icarus crossover trilogy “To Kingdom Come”, including the titular story, “Something Immortal”, and “To Rise Again”. My original stories I may post about, but I do not plan on sharing them as I do hope to one day get them published.

For someone who claims to have original stories, you post a lot of Fanfiction art. Ahh, well, yeah. I tend to go through phases of my stories, and my current phase is an unhealthy obsession with my Don’t Starve work.

What do you tend to write into your stories? My original stories are fantasy based with heavy emphasis on creatures like dragons and magic. I tend to write with darker topics and love to go into subjects like neurodivergence and mental disorders. It is always my intent to portray these disorders accurately and respectfully. With Fanfiction, it often depends on the story and what inspired me to write it. Generally, I write a lot of angst and hurt/comfort, which I don’t believe is too surprising. You can often see this portrayed in my art

You can find me on Deviantart and Artfight as RhymesWithChronic, or on Fanfiction.net as Moonweaver50, although this account is old and almost entirely abandoned save for updating WTWHTO. I have a lot of old stories on there written when I was a kid, so don’t judge their quality if you get curious lol

Fandoms, current ones and ones I still enjoy even if not actively in anymore:

Don’t Starve (to an extent)

Warrior Cats

The Owl House/Gravity Falls/Amphibia (Primarily TOH, cause Hunter is my son)

Kingdom Hearts (Soriku my heart my love)

Portal

Kid Icarus

Wings of Fire

Undertale

Bug Fables

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Pokémon

Fools Gold (Dingodoodles)

Hazbin Hotel

Cult of the Lamb

Stardew Valley

Steven Universe

Feel free to send me art and fic recommendations, but please remain SFW!

[preciouslandmermaid]

KINKTOBER 2022.

Going to attempt to DO Kinktober. I haven’t done this since my days on Live Journal! Under the cut, you’ll find multiple options per day. The list was inspired by this one (found here) with some adjustments to match my own comfort and limits.  How it works: 

You MUST be 18+ to participate. If you are sending me a request, then you are agreeing to see mature/explicit content. Your online experience is your own to cultivate and I’m not out here checking I.D.’s. Minors do not interact! 

Pick a prompt from the list & include a character(s)* (see list below)

When you send your request, please include details such as gender (ex: f!reader) and anything else (ex: tattooed reader, long hair, etc).

Send it via my askbox or submission box. 

My limits: I will not, under any circumstance, write non-con or dub con, daddy kinks, A/B/O, and no age play/age gaps, or watersports. 

** Feel free to ask for a character that isn’t from the list, but keep in mind that I might turn it down because I don’t know them/their media and don’t feel like I can do them justice. 

All filled prompts will be filed under #kinktober2022 - I will eventually add this tag to my masterlist once I’m writing stuff. All fics will be Character x Reader, though I won’t use Y/N, because personal preference lol. The character list is organized between familiar/non-familiar. Non-familiar just means I haven’t written for them but I want to.

Requests will be OPEN for the rest of September and likely into October (probably?) I guess I’ll make a separate post for the filled prompts lol 

Character list (familiar): Carmy Berzatto (The Bear), Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who), Kylo Ren/Ben Solo (Star Wars), Dream/Morpheus (The Sandman), Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) (I feel like I have others so...I’ll add them if I remember). 

Character list (unfamiliar): Matt Murdock (Daredevil), Mikey Berzatto (The Bear), Richie Jermovich (The Bear), Battison (Batman/Robert Pattison), Sheriff Hassan (Midnight Mass), Steve Harrington (Stranger Things). 

PROMPT LIST:  [ There are multiple prompts per day, but you can pick & choose. You don’t have to include all 3. ] 

Face-sitting || Cream-pie || Biting/Hickey

Against a wall || Touched Starved || Sex Pollen/Aphrodisiac

Exhibitionism || Hair-pulling || Licking  

Spanking || Reverse Cowgirl || Knife play

Mutual Masturbation || Lap dances || Quiet Sex

Food play || Overstimulation || Deep throating

Roleplay || Sex Toys || Stripping/Strip tease

Slow/Sensual/Soft || Size difference || Cunnilingus

Angry Sex (consensual) || Lingerie || Edging

Praise kink || Gagging || Car Sex

Being recorded || Sleepy sex || Mirror sex

Begging || Dry Humping || Formal Wear

Edging/Orgasm Denial || Blindfolds || Threesome

Temperature Play || Bath/Shower || Swallowing

Somnophilia (consensual)  || Riding || Masturbation

Dirty Talk || Accidental Stimulation || Massaging

Breast worship || Deep Throating || Choking

Mind-control || Hand jobs || Anywhere BUT the bed

Breeding || Overstimulation || Bondage/Tying up  

Vampire/or any Monster AU || Spanking || Phone sex

Candle/Wax Play || Dirty Talk || Fingering

Thigh riding || Praise kink || Nylons/Tights

Window/Balcony Sex || Clothes ripping/partial clothing || Cock warming

Teasing || Doggy Style || Slow/Soft/Sensual

Masks/Anonymous Sex || Blood Kink || Masochism  

Manhandling/Rough || Pregnancy || Ropes

Swallowing || Aftercare || Loss of Virginity

Teasing || Almost getting caught || Facial

Size Kink || Dirty Talk || Drunken/or/Stoned Sex

Praise kink || Against a wall || Blowjob

Wild card/random/writer's choice lol

[jayteacups]

Requests closed! | Rules

I am opening requests for the first time since the creation of this blog! Please read the rules before requesting. 

Request status: CLOSED (askbox remains open for chatting and thoughts but one-shot/drabble/HC requests will not be accepted)

General information

Since this is the first time opening requests I’ll stick with what I know and write Levi x Reader works only (but this is subject to change in the future). 

I will assume gender neutral reader unless specified otherwise!

I will try to write your request as soon as possible, but if it is taking a long time, please don’t pressure me! I promise I will be working on it. 

I have the right to deny your request if it contains something that I don’t feel comfortable or qualified writing 

I am willing to write one-shots, drabbles and headcanons. Feel free to specify which!

Feel free to include as many details as you can! 

Please don’t send in more than two requests at a time.

Please don’t send in a request that you’ve sent in to another writer.

Please see below for what I’m willing to write and what I am not. 

What I will write

SFW content only (this is subject to change)

Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, whump (with comfort at the end) 

Canonverse 

All the common AUs we see in fic (modern AU, university AU, royalty AU, zombie AU, soulmates AU etc). 

Want to request something but you don’t know what to send in? Take a look at these prompts (aka my favourite prompt lists) for ideas! 

(Note - if you do send in a prompt, please don’t just say the number without the list it’s from haha)

Ruelle lyric prompts (by yours truly): Part 1 | Part 2 (note - feel free to send in a lyric of a song you like as a prompt if you so wish!)

Kiss prompts

Touches | Non-sexual acts of intimacy 

Hurt/comfort prompts

Touch-starved prompts | Comforting cuddles prompts

Dialogue with emotional connotations: Part 1 | Part 2 

Angst prompts

Fluffy prompts

What I will NOT write

NSFW content (yet... lol I just don’t feel like I’ve written enough smut to meet people’s expectations for a request.) 

Character x character 

Infidelity/cheating (I don’t think there were any cheating prompts in the prompts lists I linked but if there were then I won’t write those)

Abuse or harassment (I’m okay with writing implied or past abuse/harassment but none between the main couple)

Suicide, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, eating disorders 

Incest or pseudocest/stepcest

Large gaps where one is underage and the other isn’t 

lil levi gif for you guys

Happy requesting <3

[gallickingun]

I hope you don't mind me asking... How did you get followers? I want to start my own blog but I want to make sure I can reach audiences I want to reach. I don't have any friends who know I write, and honestly I'm not sure I'd want them to read my works anyway. I get embarrassed easily. It's much easier for me to talk to someone that I don't have a face for. Does that make sense? Probably not. But how did you start your adventure here?

I want to preface this with follower count can make sense, or it can’t. I’ve made friends with some of the most amazing, most talented writers who have less than a thousand followers. I’ve made friends with amazing, talented writers who have thousands of followers. I genuinely don’t know how to trick the algorithm into listening to you, haha, but just know that numbers don’t equal talent; popularity does not always equal skill. So please, even if you don’t have the high follower count of someone else, don’t let it discourage you from writing! Everyone starts somewhere, and everyone grows differently. 

But, I’ve found that it all depends on who you write for, what you write, and how often you write. 

Who you write for: Bakugou is one of the most popular characters. I truly didn’t know this when I entered the fandom, but it was really what got me started on the upward climb. I’m by no means a big blogger, lol, but I know that writing for Bakugou was what helped me out initially. He was originally the only character who I could write for because he was my favorite and I hadn’t really gotten too far into the show. I think the same goes for other fandoms - if you write for the more popular characters, who have more content in demand because they have more fans, you’re more likely to gain more followers. 

DISCLAIMER: Do not let this keep you from writing for other characters who are less popular, if you prefer to write for them. Content is needed for all characters! I am desperate for some Sugawara content, but he’s not one of the more popular characters that people write for (see: Kuroo, Ushiwaka, Bokuto, Oikawa, Iwa, and Akaashi). If we only focus on the popular characters, the ones that get us the most growth, but those aren’t the characters we love, the content can seem disingenuous, if that makes sense. I got lucky by Bakugou being my favorite. But like, when I try to push out Kaminari content, I find that it’s a real struggle for me because I don’t necessarily vibe with Kaminari as a character. The same goes in reverse. If the minor characters have your heart, but you try to force out content for the popular characters, it can be tough to write and come across like you don’t really want to write it. Write who you want to write! 

What you write: This is a really big deal right now, but I’m just gonna say it lol. NSFW gets more notes. I don’t say that to force you into writing NSFW content - I actually had never read/written NSFW content until this past March, and I’m 22, going on 23. Originally, when I decided to start writing, I wanted to be NSFW-free, but some stuff changed in life and in writing and I chose to make the change.

Also, I’ve found for each fandom, different things are more prevalent. For instance, the BNHA fandom seems to do a lot of AU’s and full length fics, but the Haikyuu!! fandom seems to do more traditional works that follow canon and then the content itself is mostly headcanons and short scenarios. I think you have to find what works for you and write it to the best of your ability. I suck at headcanons, I’ve never really been able to do them and they stress me out. So I stick to full length fics. I know this means I’ll do better in one fandom versus the other, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to start only doing headcanons just because it’s what’s popular. 

DISCLAIMER: This does NOT mean that just because someone wrote 10k words of smut, that it’s better or more involved than your 10k words of fluff/angst/domestic/etc. writing. Unfortunately, there are horn dogs out there who are especially touch starved during quarantine. It doesn’t make anyone better or worse because they choose to write about being naked versus being clothed. Please don’t let this discourage you from writing SFW-only writing, as there are tons of people out there who are just as desperate for some comfort fics about cuddling completely clothed. 

How often you write: When I first started, I had a lot more time on my hands and was able to pump out content much quicker. I grew pretty rapidly in a short period of time because I was able to consistently put out content. Since I’ve gotten more busy and my mental illness has reared it’s ugly head, I’ve not been able to write as much and I can tell my follower count growth had tapered off. But the pace in which you post content generally helps increase your follower count, because people know that you will continuously feed them with the goods! Sometimes it might be good to set a schedule so others know when you’ll be posting - say a new fic every Friday? Or sometimes it can be good to keep your followers engaged with thirst posts (SFW or NSFW), or specific nights where you do events that focus on a certain character or genre. 

DISCLAIMER: DO NOT FORCE YOURSELF TO PUSH OUT CONTENT. Please be aware within your own self what your limits are. Just because one writer can sit at home and push out tons of short scenarios and drabbles during the day, but you can’t, doesn’t mean either of you are doing anything wrong. It just means that one person has a different availability than you. I don’t really do thirst posts a ton in the same respect that others do them, because I know that I’ll want to write a whole fic out of the couple of sentences that my followers might send in. However, there are many others within the fandom that can respond with a few paragraphs that take a few minutes to type out. It doesn’t mean that they’re better than me and I’m a horrible writer, it just means that in this area, they’re more skilled or have more time. 

Also, don’t be afraid to tag people and send out DMs! I promise your writer idols are not nearly as scary as you think they are. And they’re probably just as excited to get a DM from you as you are to talk to them! I was really hesitant to reach out to anyone before, because I never really did much chatting in other fandoms, but the anime fandoms I’ve been apart of have been very kind and welcoming, and helpful! I made some of my closest friends because I tagged them in my works or I joined a server with them in it, or I read their stuff and reached out to them to fangirl over it. Don’t be afraid to reach out, even if you just keep the conversation focused on your writing, it’ll still be worth it in the end! The worst thing that could happen is they don’t reply or the conversation fizzles out. Either way, you will have made a connection, and blasted one another with some serotonin.

Remember to take breaks. Take a hiatus every once and a while! Take some time for yourself to recharge. If this begins to feel like a job, like an obligation, and you feel yourself dragging your feet just to put out content, please step back and reevaluate. This is a hobby, it’s supposed to be fun. Once it stops being fun, take a breather and reassess what you’re doing. Sometimes this means closing requests, sometimes this means opening requests, sometimes this means participating in collab fics, sometimes this means disconnecting entirely. This is just tumblr, in the end, and you should be able to take care of yourself first rather than pinning yourself into a corner to try and post content for the sake of your followers. In the end, everyone wants you to be happy and healthy, so you can put your best foot forward in life and in your hobbies. So please, for the love of everything, take a break every now and then. Disconnect, recharge, and regroup. 

I also had a blog before this one, my main, so I’ve been on tumblr for eight year prior to this. I’m not going to even claim that I begin to understand how this hellsite works, but I will say that I’ve been writing on here for a while now, since way back to my band blog days. Eventually you just write what you want to write, and chat with your followers and your friends, and you’ll grow organically. When you start to pressure yourself over it, it can become like a cloud looming over you, and then when you don’t perform up to your preset standards, it might be a little disappointing. Follower milestones are cool to want to achieve and celebrate, but don’t pour all your focus into them. For the most part, I use milestones for celebration events to give back to my followers, or to set goals for myself like opening commissions! But they don’t determine my worth as a writer, because sometimes the tumblr algorithm is more giving to some rather than others.

Whew, this was a doozy. But I hope it helped! Some of these answers might come off a little crass, but I’m just trying to be honest. Don’t let anything deter you from doing whatever the hell you wanna do.

You wanna write that rarepair? DO IT. You wanna write character x character? DO IT. You wanna write about your Original Characters? DO IT. 

Whatever it is you want to do, do it! And have a helluva time doing it 💕

[hypnotixstorm]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* to do list *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Key

Normal Text = Have NOT started working on the request

Bold and Pink Text = I am CURRENTLY working on the request

Once I have completed a request it will be REMOVED from this list

Can I get an imagine of Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho? Maybe an AU hundreds of years ago where he ends up caring for a human woman and teaching her how to defend herself. If you don't like that one, anything you think of.

Character: Kanda from DGM NSFW Prompt: "Make me." Love youuuuuu 😘

How about a NSFW scenario of Kakashi coming home to his sweet little naughty civilian S/O? 😜 A bit of role play where they call him sensei while he's doing them on the kitchen table?

Thanks for the Soi Bean Post! This gonna be my last Soi Fon request. Sorry for being quite a Soi Queen freak. For my request can you Soi after shower decides to wear s/o clothes. S/O tries to take picture of her. Then she tells that she has falling in love with you. You have changed let me take care of you. You can be very very very sluff on this one. Thanks!

ok ok so i have a few requests 🥺🥺 so! first could you maybe do an “I missed you.” with Rukia? 🥺💗 just fluff for my baby girl aaaa

Ichigo kissing his s/o in the rain 😆😆😆 Headcanons or scenario is up to you! 💙

ANYTHING SHIKAMARU. Deadass anything

Hey! I was wondering if I could request some Rukia x fem!reader relationship headcannons? Only if you're able to! Tysm! 💖

I hope requests are open but I was wondering if you could do something with byakuya and his s/o being like a very intimidating couple but his s/o is actually very sweet to everyone?

Kakashi x reader and instead of team 7 its now y/n tryna see whats under the mask and eventually she just asks and he actually reveals it adfhsjjs

Can I please get rat dad Ging being seduced by a younger woman who refuses to take “no” for an answer until he finally gives her what she wants? NSFW please! 💖

ok so please don't feel pressured to write this birthday imagine 🥺 i know u have a lot of requests rn ah. but! if you're able to i really would love another toshiro one bc i'm a sucker for him 😭 maybe one where he's really overworking himself so the reader helps him relax and it just ends in cuddles 🥺💓 only if you're able to! ilysm 💓💖💓💖💓💘💓💘💓

ok i swear this is the last one i feel bad requesting sm 😭 but maybe a “Do you wanna, maybe, go out sometime?” with toshiro bc he really is best boy 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

OKAY SO ANOTHER ONE WITH SABURO WITH UHHHH GOING ON A FIRST DATE WITH HIS S/O ICIXHAJGSSHSSUSKSU he'll probs driving his van around with the music blasting out 👀👀

honestly i would kinda die if u wrote some renji smut 😳😳 literally in any situation, i'm just needy rn 😭

ok ok i'm here hehe. how about, the reader gets really injured during a battle and shiro's kinda blaming himself for it. kindaaa angst into a super fluffy ending if that's ok hhh 🥺

Hi 🥰 Can I get a headcanon for Kakashi with a really seductive s/o, like she likes to tease him in public and whispers dirty things in his ear and calls him daddy? Nsfw pls? 😊😁

“make me” and hisoka??? thank you

hehe this is for the 🦋🦋 event! congrats on 200 bb!! so, i saw attack on titan on your list and i'm experiencing a severe lack of my best boy marco 🥺🥺 if you don't write for him that's fine hehe, but if you do, could i please maybe get a lil scenario where marco helps the reader out with her training and then they accidentally confess their feelings and it's just rlly fluffy and cute? 🥺 i need marco being happy in my life rn sbdjdhdjr 💓💓

“If you keep biting your lip like that, I’m holding you accountable for my actions.” for Kakashi please! I love him 🤤

If your requests are still open, can i ask for some domestic kakashi fluff? Ty

Hi mommas❤️❤️ CAN I PWEASE request some Guren (seraph of the end) relationship headcanons ? Not nsfw but maybe a little steamy 🥺🥰 I LOVE UU -🍒

Hi Chloe 🥰 Can I have some spicy nsfw headcanons for Yami where his s/o is acting really bratty during sex and he puts her in her place? 😪😂😊

Kageyama wirh Oikawas sister reader? there just chillin Nd stuff and toru comes over and picks y/n up and they hug and kageyama is like “eXcuSe mE???” forgive my spelling im on mobile lmao

Hiii❤️❤️ Can I request an imagine where you live in a small town and work at a cafe and Bakugou is your cliche small town boyfriend? Or headcanons! The idea is so cute and I love your writing 😊

okay so uHHHHH you can just go for Mephisto sharing some food with his s/o owo;; take your time on it too because i know it's gonna be really great either way!

A reader insert saved by vampire! main YYH crew from a pack of werewolves

Since you said requests are open maybe.. suga subbing for you? Idk he's just always appeared like someone who would love to please you in anyway possible.

V A M P I R E LAVI!!! DO IT GIRL!! 👌👌♥️♥️♥️

Fake dating with Lavi!!!!! Need more of the DGM boyz!! 😂

can I get an itachi x reader fic where it's itachi's birthday and the reader decides to give him a special night (👀), wearing lingerie, lighting candles, etc. for him to come home to? I love your work (and you!!) sm btw 🥺💞 - nina!! (@kunoichihatake)

hello ✨💕 it’s me, ryn 😘 if it’s okay, can i request a nishinoya x female!reader? perhaps a first date at the boardwalk with like the rides and carnival stuff? then at the end of the date he kisses her and it turns out the karasuno squad was following them the whole night hehe?

Hi! Can I request a prompt of some soft Kakashi, maybe some cuddles, perhaps it gets a little heated... a lil' Nsfw never hurt nobody👀👅 Thank you so muuch!~😍❤️

If I had kakashi in front of me I would tell him “aren’t you tired of being the most handsome man here?”

Hi! I saw that requests were open for the Haikyuu!! boys so here I am! I was wondering if I could request a Tsukki x reader where Tsukki has a crush on the reader but doesn't know how to express his feelings other then throwing insults. it can be angsty or fluffy I just really love Tsukki as a tsundere lol. (also btw I LOVE your theme and blog aesthetic its very pretty!)

Hey wifey😚 so Ichigo has stolen my heartttt can I get the strawberry boy with an S/O who gets super shy with with physical contact? Tyy💗💗

Fake dating with Lavi!!!!! Need more of the DGM boyz!! 😂

NSFW Vampire Squall (FF8) for very obvious reasons because UUUUUUGH

Hello there miss, my name is kandaxxx. Nice to meet you since I have definitely never requested from you before and this is definitely my first time and i am definitely not taking advantage of your bomb writing skills to ask you to write a “Choke me, daddy.” for Seymour from FF (love you forever and always!!!!!!)

hey butterfly 🥺 can you please write a story where the reader and (any character) are fighting and it turns out it was just about something stupid? like chicken nuggets? thank you 🥺💗

Eek! DGM! I was wondering if you would do a request for a general Allen Walker relationship HC? I don’t see him on the character list, but I’m just curious *bows* Thankyou senpai!

Spin The Bottle with any of the DGM characters that you're comfortable writing????? (but like obviously when Kanda spins the bottle it has to land on the reader [me] because YOU KNOW WHY OK????????) ilysm!!! 😍

I’m thinking a smut scenario of some kind that uses the prompts “Perhaps I need to remind you of your place.” and “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.” I feel like those are very Nozel Silva things to say. 😈 -bakubabes-hatake

Omfg HI mommy, Can i request really fluffy and soft itachi after he comes back from a mission? Non-massacre AU and you’re on the same team as sasuke lolol thirsty for them age gaps ❤️ thank youuuu ily -🍒

Can I get a fake dating with Kand--Roy Mustang (hahahaha) 👉👈🥺

Is this okay to ask for? Egor taking care of s/o who has period cramps... Ty!

can I get an itachi x reader fic where it's itachi's birthday and the reader decides to give him a special night (👀), wearing lingerie, lighting candles, etc. for him to come home to? I love your work (and you!!) sm btw 🥺💞 - nina!! (@kunoichihatake)

Hello! Can I please request some headcanons for Kiba with a S/O with a praise kink? And for Shikamaru with a S/O with a choking kink? Thank you so much.

Wow. Here is me putting in a request. Shocker, right?? 😂 I want some Greed, baby 😈 as for the prompt, it's not in your list, but could you maybe do something based off of "Oh my god. Did we just break the bed?" ???? 👉👈

It's a shame u only have one ling request, so could I request some Ling x Reader where they're both absolutely oblivious until Lan Fan or Ed or someone finally just tells them for them? Sorry if I didn't make any sense ❤️❤️

ok idk if you write threesomes but 😳😳 if you could write one with daichi and suga n maybe some dp, i'd probably die 🥺💓 only if you're comfortable with that tho ♡

Tyki flirting with his crush in his native language of Portuguese? I really love your work and please have some candy 🍬🍭🍫

hi butterfly! 🥰 i hope you're doing well! you already know what i'm going to ask you for — a request! i just feel really down in the dumps lately. can i request headcanons for an s/o that takes graduation pictures on their grandmother's 3 year death anniversary with kenma, nishinoya & kuroo? i hope you can do my request! you don't have to do it if you don't want to!

hehehe kuroo, tsukki and kageyama headcanons of their s/o sending them a nude while they at training and them making an excuse to get home and fUcK yOu SeNsELeSs - 🌊

Hello may I request itachi x reader. People learned the truth and he can finally return to his wife and children in the village 🥺 and they don’t have to be in secret anymore

holy shit,, i am starved for the squall content,,, if you don't mind, catching you wearing their clothes?

S/O walking in on kakashi masturbating? 👉👈 💕

[sweetzcookie]

tfw you’re starved for feedback on your fanart/fanfics/original art/original stories but you need to create more to get feedback LOL

since I’m bored, reblog/message/send links/ give literally ANY indication that your works exist me for me to take a look at your stuff.

The fandoms I am most passionate have are (*):

Videogames: Undertale*, A Hat In Time*, Portal ` & 2, Pokemon

T.V SHOWS: Danny Phantom, Star Versus the Forces of Evil, Steven Universe/Future & The Movie, Over The Garden Wall*, Pokemon,  Kipo: Age Of The Wonderbeasts

Books: Warrior Cats (I don’t know a lot, but I do really adore the character designs you guys come up with)

Webcomics:  Say Goodbye To Halos, Never Satisfied... so PLEASE. If you have fics you have written or fanart, I’d love to observe and comment on them. If you have original content, please also bring them to my attention. Please do not be shy, even if your content is not my cup of tea, I can still appreciate the amount of work/technique that goes into it lads/ladies/m’they’ds

That is all

edit: added a fandom

edit: made it more comprehensible 

[writingbaby]

*Visits on set - Sebastian Stan

Gifs not mine - credit to the owner

Pairings: Seb x reader

Word count: 1.1k+

Summary: This was a request - during your visit on set to see Sebastian someone makes comments about the age gap between you two.

Warnings: Slight age gap (reader is 21 and seb is 35) and mention of sexual content.

Author’s note: * means sexual content (so if you’re not comfortable with reading that, either skip it or maybe don’t read) I didn’t make it too detailed/graphic, also this is my first time writing something that involves some type of sexual content so hopefully I did it justice lol!  - if you have any requests, send them to me!

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(This was a request - if you have one feel free to send them to me) 

As you wait in Sebastian’s trailer on set, waiting for him to finish up the last scenes before his lunch break. You lay across the small brown leather couch and look at your phone to pass the time, you scroll through twitter, play a few games etc.

As you’re on your phone you’re startled by the door of the trailer opening. You quickly move up so you’re leaning on your elbows and look behind you to see who is there, your eyes then meet with the bright blue eyes and big smile that you’ve gotten so used to.

“Hi babe” Seb says closing the door behind him, “hi honey, how was it on set?” you ask as he walks over towards you. “It was good - tiring though” he says “move over a tad” he adds, you move over so Seb can lay down with you.

He then wraps his arms around you so you’re snuggled up on his broad chest. He then brings lowers his face towards you to give you a kiss that you happily return, you two both start to talk about anything really - things about what happened on set, how your days have been etc.

“Well I’m starved, do you want to go to catering and get some lunch with me?” Seb asks “sure, I’m hungry too” you reply “I will just get changed really quick, one moment” he says kissing your forehead then getting up to change.

After a minute or two Seb returns from the bathroom in a grey jumper and some jeans, “alright baby, let’s go” he says. You then get up and leave the trailer together and head towards catering, as you start the walk there Seb wraps his arm around your shoulders and you begin to have small talk.

You then get to the catering truck and decide what to eat “what do you want to have babe?” Seb asks turning his head to face you “Ooo the chicken seems good to me” you say smiling at him, “I agree, do you want to grab the drinks real quick?” he asks “Sure thing baby” you say and walk towards the fridge to get a water for the both of you. 

You return to Seb who is next in line, after a minute or two it’s your turn in line. “Hi, two chicken dishes please” Seb says to the lady working in the truck, she just hums to herself and turns around to get the food, “alrighty then, tough crowd” you whisper to Seb giggling he hides his face against the side of your face so the lady doesn’t see him laughing.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice the man cooking in the truck glaring at you and Seb. You think it could be about your laughing but move on, the lady returns and puts the food on the table “Thank you” you both say but get a scoff in return.

You find a table and start to chat and eat your lunch. “I’m just going to grab some napkins” Seb says, you nod so you don’t speak with a mouth full of food, after a couple of minutes Seb still hasn’t returned. You turn around and see him talking to the man from the catering truck, then Seb walks away from the man and you see him roll his eyes as he walks towards you.

“Come on, let’s go back to my trailer” Seb says in a huff, “okay” you reply a bit confused at the sudden want to go back. You throw the paper plates into the bin on your way out, the walk back to the trailer is silent and a bit tense.

You then follow behind Seb into the trailer, he closes the door and locks it behind you two. “Is there something wrong?” you ask concerned about Seb, he runs his hands through his hair in annoyance “did something happen with that guy from catering?” you add. “He kept making comments about us when I went to get the napkins” Seb says with a huff “what did he say?” you ask “he kept pointing out the age difference between us and how it’s a problem” Seb replies.

“Well do you think it’s a problem?” you ask worried this man might’ve affected Seb’s thoughts on your relationship “No! of course I don’t, but now I-I don’t know should it be a problem?” he asks, his face showing concern “It’s not like you’re ninety years old and I’m thirty! so no it’s not a problem for me” you say “but it seems like you’re starting to think differently about us” you add quietly.

“What? baby I’m not thinking differently about us” Seb says “I just am annoyed at his comments and how he thinks about us” he adds walking towards you and softly grabbing your hands so he can hold them. “But I’m not starting to think any different of us” he adds adding a soft kiss to the top of each hand, “Like you said, that’s what he thinks - we shouldn’t let that change anything” you say wrapping your arms behind his neck, “plus we treat each other right and care for one another, that’s the main thing” you add.

“I love you” Seb says softly “and I love you” you reply softly, Seb then leans in to kiss you. The kiss is slow but loving - full of passion, showing how much he cares through a simple kiss, you return the kiss immediately, softly pulling him towards you as close as he can get.

Seb then wraps his strong arms around your waist so your pressed up against each other. “Jump” he mumbles against your lips; you jump and wrap your legs around his waist and he places his hands under your thighs to support you. He begins to kiss your neck softly as he walks towards the couch.

He sits down so you’re straddling his waist, you start to kiss up and down his jawline and trace kisses down his neck. You hear Seb hum as your lips press against his neck, Seb grabs your waist and gently places you on the couch so he is hovering over you.

Your lips return to Seb’s but he pauses kissing you to ask “May I?” “yes” you reply slighting out of breath. Seb kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, you feel his hand slide smoothly up your leg and you feel his hand go under your top slightly. You then take off his jumper, you begin to kiss each other, full of passion and love.

You spend the rest of his lunch break together feeling the leather couch against your skin as well as Seb, you feel almost drunk, drunk on what you’re doing and drunk on the love you share between Seb.

Your love, with your Seb.

[spidergwenswife]

Please Stop Harassing Me

I’ve got a bunch of hate comments on my fic “In Another World” (https://archiveofourown.org/works/16353905/chapters/38267315) from people saying that it’s “pedophilia”. I’m assuming someone made a call-out post of it on tumblr (@meanpear I think it’s your post. Pls clarify that it’s not my fic you’re referring to because I’ve been getting harassed all morning for something I didn’t do), and since I’m tired of confirming stuff over and over again cause people can’t learn to read….

+ I made this fic before Spider-Verse was released. This fic is set in the MCU after Infinity War, and is a ‘what if’ on how I think Miles is gonna make his appearance in that universe.

+ It is NOT a ship fic between Spider-Verse!Peter and Spider-Verse!Miles

+ The characters are MCU Peter AKA Homecoming Peter (15-16 years old) and hypothetical MCU Miles (14-15, I guess? Idk, he’s obviously not in the MCU yet so we don’t have an official age, but he’s a teenager in every single iterations that I can find)

edit: A friend informed me that they’re probably older than that (Miles is currently 17 in the comics and Peter is too in the MCU). Both are still teenagers.

+ I DID NOT CHANGE THE CHARACTERS AGES

+ BOTH HAVE ALWAYS BEEN TEENAGERS. MILES IS A TEENAGER IN EVERY SINGLE ITERATIONS, AND MCU!PETER IS A TEENAGER. WE ALL KNOW THAT.

+ This is NOT child porn (Seriously one person accused me of that asdfghjkl wtf????) There is NO smut. AT ALL. 

+ JUST TO CLARIFY AGAIN THERE IS NO SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS FIC.

+ I’m not a grown-ass hoe fetishizing children’s relationship. I’m 15 y.o.

+ I’m literally a teenager writing a teenage romance story

+ or alternatively, I’m a bi kid writing a story about other bi kids because I’m starved for representation.... and then I get harassed for doing that. Cool.

+ If you’re wondering why I ship two characters that haven’t even met, here’s my response to a comment about that:

“if you're wondering why I ship them; hahah I just really love Miles! I want to see him in the MCU (Or any live action, honestly), which is why I made this fic. And you know, since I'm bi, I took creative liberty for Miles to be bi too (I'm starved for representation okay??) and I imagine that he'll get along really well with MCU!Peter, considering they're the same age and both have spider powers. It just makes sense to me lol.“

+ There IS a grown-up Peter Parker, but his relationship with Miles is strictly mentor-mentee. This Peter Parker is almost 30 and married to Mary Jane. He’s also DEAD. I will explore that part of the story soon. Honestly you’re so gross for even thinking I would hook Miles with a grown-up Peter ksksksj. 

+ There are a bunch of gross-ass pedophilic shits in the miles/peter tags, including one where he had sex with Deadpool and one where he raped Peter (idfk man, people are fucked up). Apparently according to one of the harassers, they mistook my dumb teen romance flick for these messed-up fanfictions. Please check your facts and make sure you got the right fic before you send a gazillion of hate comments my way

+ Please stop harassing an underaged kid over a fic you creeps

Here’s some comments I’ve got plus my response (I’m SpiderGwensWife). There are far worse ones that I’m too lazy to screenshot:

[ddproductionsw77]

The Break-Up of ‘94

Fandom: IT (2017)

Pairing(s): (Main) Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak)

Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh, Mike Hanlon, (Mentions of) Ben Hanscom, Bill Denbrough, and Stan Uris

Rating: T

Description:  Was it his fault? Was it Richie’s? So much had been screamed and yelled that Eddie couldn’t quite pinpoint the moment everything went too far, even now playing it all back after Richie had left… All Eddie knew now was that he and Richie were really over and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. (Reddie)

Author’s Note: If you’ve read my ‘Work Days Are Long Without You’ fic... Here’s the Break-Up of ‘94 ya’ll. If you haven’t read ‘Work Days Are Long Without You’… you should, lol.

Was it his fault?

Was it Richie’s?

So much had been screamed and yelled that Eddie couldn’t quite pinpoint the moment everything went too far, even now playing it all back after Richie had left…

All Eddie knew now was that he and Richie were really over and he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Fuck, he couldn’t breathe. His lungs clenched painfully in his chest and he heard every inhale and exhale whistle out from his restricted windpipe. He was having an asthma attack. He was going to die. He was really going to die. Tears prickled his eyes and he clutched the sheets he was laying on, trying to focus.

Flipping frantically to his side, Eddie brought his knees up to his chest and tried to slow his breaths.

You’re not dying, dumbass. You’re not even having an asthma attack. Your asthma was bullshit, remember? You’ve known that since you were 13-years-old. No, you’re having a panic attack because— because...

Because Richie didn’t know if he wanted you anymore.

That thought did not help. In fact, it made Eddie lose track of any progress he had made in calming himself. He gasped and a sharp pain zipped through his chest, making him squeeze his eyes shut. His hands came up to grasp the side of his head, which was beginning to pound from the lack of oxygen. Maybe he really was going to die...

Jolting up, Eddie catapulted from his bed, away from his pillows that still smelled so strongly of nicotine and cheap cologne. Once he was done dying, he would have to scrub down every surface in his bedroom that Richie had every touched and wash every sheet, pillowcase, and comforter they’d ever shared.

With trembling, frantic fingers, Eddie wrenched open the bottom drawer of his desk. He pushed aside discarded scraps of paper and stationary supplies, searching for his old inhaler that he had managed to go without for the last four years.

He couldn’t find it and remembered with a sudden twist of nausea that Richie had persuaded him to toss it off the fucking Kissing Bridge as a stupid New Years Resolution back in Sophomore year. So fucking dumb, he realized only now that he was beginning to get tunnel vision.

With no other option, Eddie scrambled to his door and managed to throw himself down the stairs to the living room.

His mother sat in her usual armchair, knitting in her hands and eyes trained on the television behind thick glasses. She looked up from whatever reality show she was watching as Eddie crashed into the room, gripping the door frame and wheezing. In an instant, she was on her feet and rushing toward him.

“Eddie?!” Sonia gasped, desperately. “What’s wrong?! Are you having an asthma attack?!”

No, you fucking know that I’m not because you know, just like I do, that that was bullshit, Eddie thought but nodded anyway, not able to catch his breath enough to find words for her.

Her hand flew to her mouth and her other clutched his shoulder painfully as she dragged him into the kitchen. Throwing open a cabinet, she took out an untouched inhaler and tore the cap off.

Sonia shoved the aspirator toward her son’s lips and Eddie took it without any resistance. He pressed down on the trigger and greedily inhaled the medicinal water. Logically, he still knew that the inhaler was just a placebo, that it was doing shit all to actually help him, and yet he still felt his lungs begin to expand.

His mother reached out and made him take another dose.

Pulling the inhaler away, Eddie practically collapsed against the counter and dropped his head into his hands. His whole body shook like a leaf as he focused on leveling his breath. Fisting his hands in his hair, he bit down hard on his lip to try and keep the sobs crawling up his throat at bay.

A hand rested against his back and he flinched away, moving back until he was out of his mother’s reach.

Eddie didn’t want her comfort, not over Richie, not when he knew she’d just say that she’d told him so. She’d fucking told him so many damn times.

He’d never listened, maybe he should have.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much now if he had…

“Eddie Bear, talk to me. What happened? It’s been so long since you’ve… recognized that you still need your inhaler.” Sonia asked, sounding as if she was genuinely concerned. Honestly, she might have been but Eddie could never really tell when it came to his mother.

He shook his head, eyes watering. He prayed she’d just think his teary state was due to his attack. He couldn’t talk to her and he didn’t want to. Even if he had, he didn’t have an answer for her. He didn’t even fucking know what had happened…

(An Hour Ago)

Eddie pulled Richie closer to him, playing absentmindedly with the hair at the nape of his boyfriend’s neck. That was where the messy curls were the softest, like feathers in Eddie’s fingers. Besides, he knew Richie was a sucker for having his hair played with…or pulled under different circumstances.

But they were not currently under those different circumstances. No, they were just together.

The room was filled with the soft lull of ‘The Winner Takes It All’ by ABBA, just because it was on one of Eddie’s favorite albums and not because he was really in the mood for it. Later, he would find that ironic, but at the time everything had felt so normal.

Being with Richie after school, the other boy in his bed with his eyes closed, looking carefree and content like always, long fingers tracing patterns across Eddie’s chest and torso over the fabric of his soft yellow t-shirt. It had felt so natural.

Richie shifted above him before sitting up, “Your mom home?”

“I doubt it,” Eddie answered, checking his watch. “She only just got off work, so we should have a half hour until she’s back.”

“Fuck yeah,” Richie grinned, moving to hover over Eddie. He quickly leaned down to peck the shorter boy’s lips before slipping off the bed. “I’m starving and I happen to know where Mrs. K keeps the good stuff. Want anything?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, sitting up on his elbows, “I’m good, Trashmouth.” He looked thoughtful for a moment before calling after his boyfriend, “Nothing with peanut butter! It is actually worse than kissing you right after you smoke!”

He heard a laugh out in the hall as a response.

“Fucker,” Eddie muttered, sitting up fully. He spied Richie’s backpack on the floor, propped up against his bookshelf. “Hey, you got your Pre-Calc test back today, right? How’d you do? We did study all last Saturday!”

Only silence answered him and he shrugged, getting up and grabbing the bag. Setting it on his desk, he unzipped the largest pocket and rolled his eyes in endearment at the mess inside. It was likely one of the crumpled balls of paper actually was Richie’s test.

He paused, brow creasing when he noticed a single envelope among the chaos that looked as if it had actually been handled with care.

Eddie reached for it, pulling it from the bag without a single thought for the Pre-Calc test left. Raising the envelope to eye level, he read in bold letters that the post was from The University of California, Los Angeles and clearly addressed to Richard Tozier.

When the fuck had Richie heard from UCLA? And why would he be packing away letters from them when they’d already agreed on going to NYU together? They’d been accepted together and they’d sent in their letters of intent.

Heart racing, Eddie found where the letter had been previously opened and snatched out the paper from within. Nearly tearing it, he unfolded it and tried to read despite how his hands were suddenly shaking.

Dear Mr. Tozier,

We are pleased to inform you what you have been accepted to join us here at UCLA in the coming fall! We encourage you to please send in your letter of intent as soon as possible as we only have so many spots on our campus for bright, young student such as yourself…

The letter droned on but Eddie could read no further, numbly taking a seat at his desk.

Richie had applied to UCLA? And he hadn’t even told Eddie? But… But they were going to NYU together... weren’t they?

Eddie’s bedroom door slammed back open and Richie came crashing in with his usual grin in place. “Okay, so, I know you said no peanut butter but, baby, I found your mom’s Reese’s stash and Reese’s are better than sex, I swear, so I couldn’t just not— What the fuck happened to you?”

Eddie slowly looked up from the floor to meet Richie’s now perplexed eyes. He held up the letter that was still in his hand, “You applied to UCLA?”

Richie’s shoulders fell and he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, yeah, about that—”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Eddie cut him off, standing up. “And why would you apply at all? The plan is New York, Richie, remember? NYU with Bev, Bill, and Stan? And Ben and Mike are going to Columbia… I thought that’s what we all agreed on, what we all wanted…”

Richie remained silent, staring at his feet.

Eddie tried again, “Rich, talk to me. I’m just confused. Why did you apply to a school in Los Angeles? And why didn’t you fucking tell me?”

Richie shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“Bullshit,” Eddie snapped, anger now building within him. “That’s bullshit and you know. So, fucking answer me.”

“I don’t know, Eddie! I just did it! So fucking what?” Richie snapped, obviously getting riled up as well.

Eddie didn’t care, hammering on, “So, UCLA is over 2,300 miles away from New York, asshole! You know, the place where I’m going to be? Where you said you’d be, too? Ring any bells?”

“Yeah, it does actually since you never fucking shut up about it!” Richie said in a tone that was on the verge of yelling.

Eddie flushed red, “Yeah, dumbass, because I’ve wanted to go to NYU since I was 14! You’ve never even mentioned UCLA to me! Not once! And why are you keeping this?” He waved the letter in the air, “You already sent in your letter of intent to NYU!”

Richie grew silent again, taking a step back and refusing once again to meet Eddie’s gaze.

He felt like he was on fire and not the good burning feeling he was used to getting around Richie. No, this was a fire that made him shake and see everything in shades of red. Eddie spoke, dangerously low, “You didn’t send your letter, did you?”

There was a long pause before Richie finally shook his head.

“But you told me—“ Eddie cut himself off, a sickening feeling twisting in his stomach.

“Goddammit, Richie! So, not only have you been keeping things from me but you lied to my fucking face, too! What the hell is wrong with you?” Eddie yelled, throwing the stupid appearance letter at his boyfriend.

Richie swatted it away, his rage seemingly reignited, “What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you, Eds? Because at least I didn’t try to trap you in some bullshit plan that you didn’t even know if you wanted a part of!”

Eddie choked, feeling as if he’d been socked in the stomach. When he finally spoke, his voice was aghast, “T-trap? You feel trapped with me?”

His boyfriend sighed, running a hand down his face, “That’s not what I meant.”

“That’s what you said,” Eddie countered.

“Dammit, Eddie—“ “So, what? You don’t want to go to NYU, you’ve made that abundantly clear! So, what about me?”

“What about you?” Richie sighed, sounding incredibly annoyed.

“Do—do you even want to be with me anymore? I wouldn’t want you to feel trapped or anything.” Eddie used Richie’s words right back against him, wanting to jab and cut like he’d been jabbed and cut.

Richie gulped, “What you fuck are you talking about, Eds? You know that I...”

“That you love me? You’ve said it before, yeah, but that’s not what I asked,” Eddie’s voice shook a little and he sounded breathless. “Do you still want to be with me, Richie, or not?”

“Eddie, come on,” Richie practically pleaded, “I— I don’t know, okay? It just seems stupid to plan our whole futures around each other! We’re fucking 18, for shits sake!”

“And I’ve been in love with you since the sixth grade,” Eddie whispered, looking up at his bedroom light and hoping it would stop the tears he could feel burning behind his eyes. He raised his voice again, “I do know. I want to plan my future around you, Richie! And you— you don’t?!”

Richie shrugged and suddenly Eddie wanted him to hurt. He wanted Richie to express some kind of real emotion because Eddie was standing there feeling too raw and pained and Richie was acting like he didn’t feel a fucking thing.

“You don’t know? After everything we’ve been through, after you just said you love me, after all the nights I have given you my time and shared my bed, after all the bullshit I have taken from you over the years, YOU DON’T KNOW?!” Eddie ended in a roar.

“I FUCKING GUESS SO!” Richie screamed back, making his glasses go a bit askew on his nose.

Eddie glared at him, hard, before speaking up once again, “Fine then, I’m done. I’m done with all of it, I’m done with us, and most of all I am done with you. Get out.”

Richie froze and Eddie swore the boy stopped breathing for a moment as his face paled to the same complexion of a ghost. He began sputtering with wide eyes, “Eddie, wait, no, just— just, wait, okay? Please, baby, we can figure this out—“

“Nothing to figure out,” Eddie said, his voice emotionless as he shook his head. “This — you and me — we’re over, Richie. Get. Out.”

So… was it his fault?

Was it Eddie’s?

Everything had been fine and then it just wasn’t.

Richie wanted to fix what had been broken but he didn’t know how. Would Eddie even want him to try? Shit, he’d never felt like more of a complete fuck-up than he did as he numbly wandered around the streets of Derry as the sun set in shades of pink on the horizon.

It was getting dark and streetlights were flickering to life above his head and he had nowhere to go.

He hadn’t slept in his own bed in his own house since… Fuck, he didn’t even know when. Why would he ever need to sleep at home when Eddie’s window was always unlocked just for him?

He couldn’t even remember all the times he had slipped in only after seeing Mrs. K’s bedroom light shut off.

His boyfriend had never seemed offset or even surprised to see him; most of the time, he seemed borderline relieved. Richie often found him sitting on his bed, in his favorite comfy shorts and over-sized t-shirts — most of which had been stolen from Richie — with a tired smile on his face, a book in his lap, and a gleam in his eyes.

Richie would grin and say something stupid in greeting, usually something that made Eddie blush as he set his book aside — and that only made Richie nearly go into cardiac arrest. He was so cute when he blushed…

Sometimes, they would do… more productive activities… but most of the time Eddie would just sink down on to his back and wave Richie over. Richie would follow his direction for once in his life and slip into his spot between Eddie and the wall. Eddie would throw an arm around him and tuck his chin into Richie’s messy hair. Richie would close his eyes and rest his head where he could heart his boyfriend’s fluttering heartbeat until it lulled him to sleep.

But, none of what happened before mattered now. Richie was pretty fucking sure if he tried Eddie’s window at the moment, it’d be locked up tight. Maybe even nailed shut.

I’m done.

Richie squeezed his eyes shut, heart pounding in his chest.

I’m done with all of it—

He gulped, rolling his neck agitatedly.

—I’m done with us—

His throat seared as if he’d swallowed fire and he tried fruitlessly to clear it.

—and most of all, I am done with you.

Richie’s chest ached like an open wound as Eddie’s words continued to echo through his brain.

Get out.

This — you and me — we’re over…

Get. Out.

God fucking dammit, Richie didn’t even want to go to UCLA!

Not really. He just wanted away from his mother and father and he just hadn’t been thinking when he’d applied and he never thought he’d actually get in. That was really the only reason he hadn’t brought it up to Eddie, because why would he? It seemed pretty fucking pointless when he hadn’t thought he’d get in!

Do you still want to be with me, Richie, or not?

Eddie had sounded wounded and so scared. Richie was such a dick, he couldn’t even find the courage to tell Eddie that of fucking course, he still wanted to be with him! No, instead he had said he didn’t know.

Then, he’d only made matters worse by word vomiting just a few of his pent-up fears from the last few months onto Eddie’s loose, white socks.

His mother and father were high school sweethearts. Once upon a time, they’d probably even loved each other enough for Maggie to give up whatever future she had to be the pretty little housewife, to let herself get knocked-up with a son she’d end up regretting.

So, yeah, Eddie loved him now but what about months from now, when they were in shiny, bright New York? Or after they got out of college and Eddie wanted to go after a real career and stop dragging around Richie’s dead weight and excessive emotional baggage?

Richie had learned to bare his mother and father’s resentment of his existence; he didn’t think he’d survive Eddie’s.

Who knew?

Things were probably better this way, with him and Eddie going their separate ways now instead of later before they started to really not like each other anymore. This way perhaps they could eventually find a way to be friends again… Or at least not hate each other.

Aw, who the fuck was he kidding? From the hurt, anger, and betrayal in those gorgeous brown eyes with he’d told Richie to fuck off, Eddie Kaspbrak was already well on his way to hating the Trashmouth.

FUCK, why, why, why couldn’t he just fucking talk to Eddie? Why was he so fucking terrified of just being… well, honest?

Because when you spill your guts, they don’t go back in. That was why.

You couldn’t unsay the dumb shit you’d yelled. You couldn’t unadmit the feelings you’d confessed. Once it was all out, filling the air with its toxicity that was it. There was no just kidding, man or do-over. You couldn’t fucking take it back.

So, instead the asshole just kept cracking shit jokes, like nothing mattered, like nothing touched him, like nothing scared him… But it did. Actually, everything did. Under the facade, Richie was scared beyond shitless and now he’d gone and fucked it up with the one person who ever made him feel even the slightest bit capable or brave.

Why did he say he didn’t know?

Balling his hands into fists, the tension in Richie’s shoulder loosened just a bit as he felt the blissfully distracting bite of his nails into his palms. It dulled the ache in his chest a bit.

Richie stopped short in the middle of the road.

Somehow, he’d wandered his way to Beverly’s Aunt Carol’s house. He saw Bevvie’s light was still on and slowly moved up the walk to the front door. Reaching it, he raised his hand and knocked with numb knuckles.

After a long moment, the door creaked open and light spilled out.

Beverly stood there in her knee-length nightgown and pastel purple silk robe, bunny slippers on her pedicured feet. She rubbed her eyes, a pretty smile splitting across her face.

“Richie!”

It quickly faded, though, as she took in his anxious and disheveled appearance, “Whoa, whoa, what’s wrong?”

“I, uh,” He swallowed hard, “I need a place to stay for the night. Ya mind, Molly Ringwald?”

Bev’s smirked, playfully, “Eddie finally got tired of you?”

Richie’s stomach dropped at Bev’s harmless joke. Logically, he knew that she didn’t know any better, that she wasn’t trying to hurt him. Still, his eyes started to water and he shoved his palms into them, throat burning again.

Clearing his throat, he half-heartedly shrugged, “I guess, you could say that.”

Beverly looked perplexed as the silence stretched before them and Richie seemed to be searching for something more to say.

“He broke up with me.”

“Oh my God,” Bev gasped, eyes widening as a hand few to cover her mouth.

Suddenly, she threw a hand out, grasping his wrist and tugging him into her arms. Instinctually, Richie’s hugged her back, wrapping his arms around her waist and stooping to bury his face in her fiery locks. They held each other and rocked on Beverly’s porch for a long time before she slipped back to take up his hand.

Leading him back to her room, Bev sat Richie on the bed and pulled his bangs back from his forehead, tilting his chin up toward her and forcing him to meet her pale blue eyes.

“Richie, what happened?” She asked, her melodious voice soft and delicate.

His vision blurred and he blinked rapidly, “I fucked up.”

Richie’s voice broke and Beverly watched, heartbreaking for him, as he seemed to crumble before her. His shoulders slumped and the nearly ever-present quirk of his lips was gone. There was no mischievous glint in his dark eyes, only pooling tears.

Sighing, she relented and pulled his head to her chest, patting his hair, “Start at the beginning and tell me everything…”

The Losers couldn’t take it anymore.

It’d been a whole eight days since Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak had broken up and their best friends were made to suffer almost as much as the two boys themselves. But it was on the eighth day that the Losers reached their limit. It was an interaction in World History that had been the last straw.

Obviously, Richie and Eddie had to just deal with being in classes together. And they had, Eddie moving up to the front of any shared class as Richie slunk back into corners near the door. World History was one of these classes and one Bev and Mike both had as well.

Mrs. Maider had been droning on as usual about one of the World Wars when she’d stopped short, crossing her arms over her chest with an annoyed sigh. Her beady eyes zoned in on the back of the classroom as she called back, “Mr. Tozier?”

Out of old habits that he really needed to break now, Eddie spun in his seat and felt the air sweep from his lungs as he properly laid eyes on the boy he had loved — fuck it, still loved.

The first thing he noticed was how tired the bespectacled boy looked. Shadows like bruises gathered under his eyes and his skin looked paler than normal. Eddie’d always been the china doll between them because Richie was a fucking idiot who’d apparently never heard of skin cancer…

Eddie shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and realized that Richie must have fallen asleep. The impression of the folds in his hoodie sleeves was still red on his cheek and he looked a little bewildered as if Mrs. Maider’s call had startled him.

…He looked cute.

No, he doesn’t. Stop it!

“Mr. Tozier? Care to explain yourself?” She asked, shaking her head. “Honestly, why would you think it would be okay to catch-up on your beauty sleep in my classroom. You need this content for any college history course.”

Richie’s startled expression settled out to a smooth blank look. Leaning back in his chair, lazily, he sighed, “Well, I guess it’s good thing I don’t really give a fuck about college anymore, then, Mrs. M.”

Red splotches sprung up across the old woman’s face, “Excuse me, Mr. Tozier, you will not—“

“So, college, too, then?”

Eddie had called back before he could even think. Rage burned in his chest, hot, coiling, and desperate to lash out. All heads turned to him, including Richie’s. His eyes were as wide as saucers for a second before his eyebrows knit together.

Eddie figured he’d already made a scene and so pushed on to clear up any of his ex-boyfriend’s confusion. “You know, just another thing to add to your ‘I-don’t-give-a-fuck-about’ list?”

“Mr. Kaspbrak! I am absolutely appalled—“

“Oh, can it, Linda!” Richie snapped, jumping to his feet and slamming his hands down on his desk. He was clearly about to bite right back but was cut off by the teacher he’d only just told to shut up.

“THAT IS IT!” Mrs. Maider shrieked. “Out. Both of you! Now! You can go speak to Principal Pacer about your horrific conduct.”

Both boys glared daggers at one another breathing heavily for a long moment before Richie jerked back up to full attention and snatched up his backpack. He made for the door, flipping Mrs. Maider the bird as he shoved it open. A beat later, Eddie was up grabbing his things and cashing after the other boy.

They did not speak on the way to the office, they didn’t even look at each other.

They got detention. Not the worst, Eddie knew, but he was still not excited at the idea of having to explain to his mother. Then again, she’d probably cry tears of joy once she heard that the punishment was for yelling at Richie Tozier in class.

After school, as Eddie threw his textbooks into his locker, Mike stood beside him.

“Maybe, I don’t know, Eddie,” The born farmer boy sighed and leaning back against the closed locker next to his friend’s. “Maybe having detention with Richie will be a good thing?”

Eddie spun on him, looking horrified, “Please explain to me how that could ever be fucking true, Michael.”

“Because maybe you two will finally get your shit together and talk! If World History made anything plain to see, it was that you two still have a lot to say to each other.” Mike argued, never one to jump to anger and yet so fed up with his friends’ behaviors.

“I don’t want to talk to him.” Eddie snapped, slamming his locker shut. “And I don’t even know what you’re talking about, I have nothing else to say to him”

Mike snorted, “Three lies in one breath, Eddie. That’d be impressive even if you didn’t have breathing problems.”

“I’m not lying, Michael.” The short Junior glared off into nothingness before rolling his eyes and straightening, “I got to go. Detention.”

Just outside the double doors that Eddie passed on his way to Mrs. Maider’s classroom for his punishment, Richie stood with Beverly while sharing one last cigarette before he’d have to go back inside.

“What the fuck was he even talking about?!” Richie burst out after taking a long drag.

Beverly scuffed the toe of her untied work boot across the pavement and looked up to squint at her friend standing in the low, afternoon sun. Pushing her hair out of her face, she took the cigarette back, balancing it in her fingers without raising it to her lips yet.

“I think he was talking about you not, and I quote, ‘giving a fuck’,” She muttered, flicking off remaining ash.

“Yeah, well, that’s bullshit,” Richie growled, shoving his fists into his hoodie pockets. “It’s bullshit and it’s unfair. He knows that I—“ The boy stopped short, eyes darting away.

Beverly inhaled the sweet smoke of nicotine, releasing it into the atmosphere as she filled in the blank, “That you care about him?” She sighed, cocking her head to the side, “I don’t think he does, actually. I think that Eddie genuinely thinks you don’t give a shit about him anymore.”

Richie’s head shot up and he glared at her, “Watch yourself, Marsh.”

“I’m just saying think about it, Rich,” The girl held up a hand, cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth as she rolled it between her teeth. Passing it back to her friend, she leaned back on the wall of the school. “If Ben and I fought, fought so bad that I got angry enough to say I wanted to end things, and then he just… let me? Well, I’d be inclined to think he must not have cared as much as I’d thought, too.”

“I didn’t just let him!” Richie said, defensively.

“Oh, really?” Beverly quirked an eyebrow. “And where was I when you actually tried to talk things through with him?”

“Fuck off, Marsh,” The boy hissed, taking a drag.

Beverly groaned and glanced at her watch. Standing up straight, she stepped up to Richie and took the cigarette right out of his mouth, stubbing it out on the sidewalk, “Yeah, yeah, keep it up and find a new place to sleep tonight. Now, get to detention, jackass.”

Eddie was already in his new normal seat in the front row when Richie arrived at Mrs. Maider’s class. The old bat was at her desk and sighed disappointedly when he came in and took his seat at the desk furthest from his ex.

“Mr. Tozier, you are late.”

“It’s five minutes.”

“Five minutes you can make up by coming in early tomorrow.”

Richie groaned and dropped his head on to his arms for a moment before nodding up at her, “Okay, whatever.”

“If you would just have good judgment, Mr. Tozier, then maybe you wouldn’t get yourself into these situations.” The World History teacher shook her head, woefully.

That familiar ache in his chest that’d been born in the moment Eddie had said it was over flared to life and Richie felt his throat tighten. Without his consent, his gaze flickered over to Eddie only to find the other boy watching him with a creased brow like he was waiting for Richie’s response.

Clearing his throat, Richie looked back down at his arms folded on his desk, “Think you might be barking up the wrong tree, Mrs. M. Good judgment isn’t really my thing.”

The teacher pinched her lips but said no more.

They sat in complete silence as Mrs. M graded papers, glancing up at them every few minutes. It was like she thought they’d actually try to pull one over on her or something. Even Richie wasn’t that fucking masochistic.

He was, however, apparently just masochistic enough to let himself keep sneaking looks at Eddie.

The boy was wearing jeans and a Mickey Mouse sweater two sizes too big for him that Richie knew full well he usually only wore to bed. His posture was rigid, awkward, and — Richie realized after a few lingering glances — defensive. What did he think Richie would try to throw blows now? Did he really think Richie would ever aim to hurt him?

Never once did he turn around or glance over his shoulder, though. He clearly didn’t ache to look like Richie did.

It was disorienting, not having Eddie as his focal point anymore like someone had thrown him from a moving train without any map or north star to lead him home. He couldn’t count the times in the last eight days that something had happened and the very first thing he’d thought to do was find Eddie to tell him.

You’re the first person I thought about going to.

Richie had said that to Eddie once, over a year ago, right before they’d confessed to liking each other — back when they still hadn’t admitted to even themselves that like had really been love. Their first kiss had been mere seconds after that because Richie had been unable to just say how he felt, the start of a bad habit maybe… For someone who used them so frequently, he really was shit at words.

He wondered if Eddie remembered that night, their beginning. If he thought about it as often as Richie had been lately, if he ached when he did, too.

About halfway through the hour, Mrs. Maider excused herself to run an errand in the library. She shuffled out, eyeing the boys suspiciously until the door finally closed behind her.

Richie slumped, dropping his chin onto his arms and casting his gaze back up to Eddie once again.

“Stop fucking staring at me, or I swear to God—“ Eddie growled suddenly, twisting around in his seat and stopping short upon seeing Richie jump and open his own mouth to speak. Eddie did not allow him, “I can feel it on the back of my neck. Cut it out.”

Eddie turned back to the front and Richie sat in stunned silence, considering his next move. Finally, he cleared his throat and called, calm and confidently, up to the other boy, “I don’t think I wanna cut it out. I happen to like staring at you. You’re just too damn—”

“Don’t.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say!”

“Actually, I do, asshole. You were going to call me ‘cute’ or ‘adorable’ or some other bullshit and I don’t want to hear it. Not today.”

“Tomorrow then?”

“Stop it, I’m serious.”

“And then again the day after that and the one after that and the—“ “Goddammit, Richie!” Eddie exclaimed, slamming his hands down on his desk and clutching the edges with white knuckles. Richie could hear his breath quicken. “Why can’t you just stop?! Beep beep, asshole. Beep fucking beep!”

When he got the last word out, Eddie took in a gasping breath and brought his hands up to drop his face into them. Richie’s heart clenched in his chest and he felt suddenly ashamed. He should just never open his Trashmouth again, it never helped him, it only screwed him over.

“Eds, I— I didn’t—“

“And now the nicknames, too? Are you trying to make me miserable?! Is that what you want? Because mission accomplished, I’m miserable, congratulations! Now please just stop fucking with me, okay?” Every other word was punctuated with a gasp as Richie felt tears burn behind his eyes.

He hadn’t been fucking with Eddie… he did want to tell him he was cute tomorrow and all the days after tomorrow. Fuck, he would settle for just wanted to talk to him again…

Eddie’s shoulders shook as he fumbled with his pocket. A second later he withdrew an inhaler and triggered it, his breathing calming after a second.

Richie watched, concern blossoming violently in the pit of his stomach. “Wh—why are you using that again?”

Eddie rubbing his forehead, looking at the floor. “Because I need it again.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I just have since…“ The break-up, it went unsaid.

“Oh,” Richie swallowed hard and sat up, leaning forward and nervously bouncing his knee. When Richie spoke, he himself could hear how gravelly his voice sounded, “I don’t want you to be miserable, by the way. I like it when” He paused and figured he had nothing to lose, Eddie already hated him, “I like it when you’re happy. I want you to be happy.”

Eddie looked back at him, his eyes an open book of distrust and reluctance. Finally, he looked at the ground and gripped a fist of dark locks along his hairline. He closed his eyes and Richie figured he would remain silent.

“I was happy.” The whisper barely reached Richie’s ears and his heart stopped for a moment as Eddie sat up with a long sigh and looked at him with tired eyes. “Before. With you.”

Every instinct in Richie’s body wanted to find something dumb to say, wanted to crack a joke about how Eddie only missed how Richie could get him off or something that wouldn’t mean anything. However, Richie’s heart only wanted Eddie and so he decided for once to speak from that.

“I was happy with you, too.”

“You weren’t.”

“I was.”

“So, why did you want to leave, then?”

Eddie’s eyes had yet to leave Richie’s since before and Richie felt the weight of his gaze like a pile of bricks on his chest. “I was freaked out and I fucked up.”

An eyebrow twitched downward and Eddie tilted his head to the side. “What were you afraid of? Was the idea of going to New York with me really that bad?”

“No, no! That’s not what I—“ Richie moaned and quickened the bouncing of his knee. “You weren’t what freaked me out, okay? More… the idea of you figuring out one day that I’m not worth it.”

“Worth what?”

“Anything, Eds. The effort, the time, the commitment, any of it. I’m not worth it.”

They both fell silent and Richie thought that was the real end of it. Now, Eddie knew his real reasons for everything. He would understand, realize Richie was right, and move on. He’d go to New York and he’d probably meet some other guy and it’d be great… and Richie would be okay because Eddie would be happy.

“You mean to tell me, that’s why you applied to UCLA? Because you were too much of a sissy to just talk to me about being scared of me — what?— thinking you were worthless?!” Eddie stood up and stomped down the rows of desks until he was standing right in front of Richie. “I’ve never thought that! And, newsflash, I was scared, too, but I figured it would all be okay because it’d be you and me!”

“And now there’s no you and me,” Richie muttered darkly, gloomily flickering his gaze away.

“I really wish that were true right now,” Eddie admitted before shaking his head, “But I’m pretty sure we both know it’s not.”

“You were the one who said—“

“I know what I said, dipshit, but look at us!” Eddie gestured between them. “It wouldn’t be like this if there was nothing here anymore! And I know that no matter how much I want to hate you, I don’t. I can’t because I still love you!”

In the year they’d been dating, Richie could count on his two hands how many times Eddie had actually said those three little words. They were harder for Eddie to spit out and Richie realized that early on. He’d never minded all that much; he didn’t need to be told when he was always shown.

Still hearing it in that moment, Richie could practically feel himself and Eddie clicking back together, like two puzzle pieces that had been knocked under the sofa and were now being reassembled.

Richie was suddenly stuttering and word vomiting, the words cascading out before he could stop them, his guts spilling across the floor, “I still love you, too, and I want there to still be a you and me and if you still want, I’ll to go to New York with you. I’d want to go anywhere with you, even a stupid fucking ABBA concert.”

One side of Eddie’s lips rose into a half smile and he gave a watery chuckle, “ABBA is actually amazing — That’s not the point; the point is you are more important to me than New York so if you want UCLA—“

“I don’t,” Richie stood as well, moving until he and Eddie were barely inches apart. “I just want you.”

Slowly, like he was a little spellbound, Eddie nodded. There was a sweet quirk in his lips and glint of endearment in his eyes that made Richie’s chest contract in the good way he was used to feeling around Eddie.

They’d been slowly inching closer and closer with each word and Eddie’s nose brushed Richie’s as he mumbled the last syllable. Their breath mingled and chapped lips ghosted over one as soft as velvet.

“I’m all in,” Richie said as both he and Eddie’s eye fluttered shut and their lips finally, finally connected. It was like taking a gulping lungful of air after breaking the surface. They seemed to fall into each other, sinking into the kiss and back into their rightful places in the cosmos which was wherever the other was.

Pulling away with ragged breath, Eddie pressed his forehead against Richie’s. “I am never breaking up with you again.”

“Well, thank fuck for that. Don’t know if I’d survive it twice, baby.”

“Richie?”

“Hmm?”

“I know I don’t tell you enough but I do love you.”

Richie’s eyes opened to Eddie’s, looking at him worriedly. He leaned down and kissed the other boy once again, hard and quick and beautifully. “You don’t have to. I know and I love you, too, Eddie Spaghetti.”