#fuuuuuckkkkk i hate him

[spaciebabie]

Spacie I can't with your crushes anymore 😭 springtrap, real... BUT A LEGO CHARACTER OML SPACIE IM CRYING LMAOOO

ok but have you seen them-

guuuuuuuhhhhh

[strifesolution]

had the most visceral but elated reaction to seeing these last night i need to chew through drywall

Strfs yah

[imaginesforeveryone]

Arranged (Part 4)

Pairing: Finn Shelby x Y/N Warning: hangover, fluff Summary: You were the youngest child of you fathers, being part of a mob family in the heart of New York, your family had many enemies in the city, and even further away, and your life was about to change after a Peaky Boy barged into your life.

“Fuuuuuckkkkk.” You groaned out as you opened your eyes the next morning with your head still on Finn’s chest. You rolled over and held you head in your hands. 

“You okay love?” You heard a deep groggy voice say. 

“My head.” You said sighing out. 

“Look on your bed side.” He said as he flipped onto his side to look at you. You looked over and there was some tablets and water. 

“Your the best.” You said to him and grabbed them off the table and took them quickly. You laid back on your back and closed your eyes. 

“So what are the plans today?” You asked. 

“Well, I was thinking I’d show you around the city a bit. Go to the Garrison, which Tommy owns. Meet some new people. Then we can go back to my house and get you all set up.” He said placing his hand softly on your forehead. 

“Sounds good to me. I’d just like to get the alcohol out of my system first and not feel like shit. How bad was I?” You asked not ready to hear how big of an ass you made yourself look like. 

“Not too bad. You were pretty mad at me because I wasn’t around you. You caused some good laughs but nothing near the shit that normally goes on here.” He said rubbing your head softly now. 

“Here. I’ll run you a bath and you can get ready for our day, then come downstairs and have breakfast wit everyone.” He said getting up from the bed only in his boxers. He pulled his pants on and walked to the bathroom. You stood wrapping the sheet around your body to keep somewhat warm and went to the bathroom. 

“Come on. It nice and warm.” He said motioning you over. You dropped the sheet, exposing your completely naked body now to him. Trying to cover up slightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. 

“I’ll let you know right now, your body is beautiful, I saw you naked last night, and you never have to hide from me.” He said standing and looking over at you. You smiled and walked over to the bath he stood in front and got in. The bubbles he put in covering you completely. The water was so warm on your skin, and relaxed all the muscles in your body. 

“Are you excited to see England today?” Finn asked kneeling beside the bath tub and putting his arms on the edge of it. 

“I am. I’ve never left New York. So, I’m excited to see new things.” You said looking at him. He smiled at you and put his arm over and put his finger tips into the warm water you laid in. He looked down at the water as he caught bubbles in his hands and just kind of looked like he was thinking hard. 

“Hey.” You said putting your finger up to his chin to lift it up to look at you. 

“Everything okay?” You asked looking into his eyes. 

“Oh yeah. Just thinking.” He said with a small grin. 

“About?” You asked trying to understand him. 

“Just thinking about my future. What will become of you and I. What you want from me. If you really want to be in this marriage. I’ve seen how arranged marriages go and most of the time, the couple ends up hating each other.” He spoke up explaining his thoughts to you. 

“Well, it is only day 4 of being married, so I can only tell you what I think at this moment. Right now, I think I would very much like a future with you. Do I think we will get along all the time? No, of course not. You have Shelby blood flooding your veins, I know there is anger in there somewhere. I have Italian blood, Gotti blood to be exact, running though my blood. But, I could see us having a beautiful family, kicking ass, and growing old together.” You said explaining what you thought. He smiled and kissed your forehead softly. 

“Well, I’m happy you feel that way. Now go ahead, clean up and I’ll see you downstairs.” He said standing and walking out. You smiled at yourself. He was a good man, he may not do some not so good things, but the people he loves, they know he loves them. That’s all you ask for. To know you were loved, and safe. You finished up your bath and got out, wrapped your self in the robe that hung on the back of the door. You walked out drying your hair with a small towel. You opened your suit case that laid on the ground on your side of the bed. You grabbed out the pinstripe blazer, with a black button up shirt, and leather pants. Also, grabbing your fedora, and black heeled boots. You slipped into all your clothes and looking at yourself in the mirror before stepping out of the room. You made your way down the stairs and heard the talking coming from a few rooms over. You made your way to that room and entered it.

“There she is!!” Arthur yelled. You smiled at everyone, scanning the room to find Finn, and finally your eyes landed on him on the other side of the table with an open seat next to him. You began to round the table. 

“You need to give me the name of whoever makes that suit. I need it.” Polly said as you passed her. 

“I’ll have one specially tailored for you from New York.” You told her with a smile and made it to Finn. You sat next to him and pushed your chair in. 

“You look amazing.” He whispered to you. You smiled at him giving him a thankful look. 

“Alright, so Item one, Welcome to the family officially Y/N. Hope you wont get to annoyed with all of us.” Tommy said standing from his seat and clanking a knife on his glass. Everyone cheered and hooted. 

“Item two, now with Y/N in the family, we have made amends with the Gotti family, which means we’ve made amends with pretty much all of New York. So we can began our move into America. We may have some trouble with Jack Nelson again, but with the Gotti family, and our men there now. We shouldn’t have too much trouble.” Tommy went on to the next topic. Thinking to yourself that you married Finn, for the business, but looking over at Finn and thinking even if it was just a business transaction you might actually have feelings for this man. Everyone ate and talked over their breakfast for about an hour longer. 

“alright well I’m sure everyone has their own things going on today, so everyone have a nice day. Finn & Y/N have fun around the cities, but Finn remember to be careful.” Tommy said before everyone broke away from the table. You stood along with everyone else. 

“Alright you ready?” Finn asked as you both stood. 

“Yes.” You said with a smile and followed him out of the house and to the Bentley that sat out front for the two of you. You got in and Finn rounded the car to get in and drive off. 

It was an amazing day with your husband. You drove around London met some Peaky boys that you’d be seeing around a lot. You danced, ate, sat and watched people walking around town, learned more and more about each other. You two were back in the car and on your way to Small Heath for the last stop of the night. You pulled up to the Garrison where it seemed like the place was packed.

“Here we are, where everything started.” Finn said before getting out of the car and coming to open your door. You took his hand and stepped out lightly. 

“Wow. This place seems popular.” You said with a smile. 

“Well it is run and owned by the men who own and run this city, so they know where the best stuff is. Come on in, have a few more people for you to meet.” He said leading you into the Garrison. It was covered in gold and beautiful lights hang from ceiling. 

“Wow, this place is beautiful.” You said looking around. 

“Yeah, had somewhat of an upgrade after it got blown up.” Finn said. You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Business.” Was all he said and you understood. 

“Finn!!!” You heard a tall, blue eyed, black man say from a booth on the other side of the pub. 

“Y/n, I’d like you to meet Isaiah. One of my best mates, and one of the Peaky Blinders.” Finn said as you met with Isaiah. 

“Well fuck Finn, look at you, finally got yourself a pretty one. No more slags for this guy, ey?” Isaiah said laughing and putting Finn in a headlock. 

“Very nice to meet you Y/N.” He said holding his hand out for you to place it in his and he kissed the top of it. 

“Nice to meet you to Isaiah.” You said with a smile. 

“Y/N!” You heard your name called from behind you. You turned to see Polly stood at the bar waving you over.

“I’m going to go get a drink.” You said before walking away from the two men. 

“Hey Pol.” You said meeting her and sitting st one of the hightop seats at the bar next to her.

“So, how was your time being introduced to the city?” She asked lighting a cigarette and motioning it to you. You took it and took a drag off of it. 

“It was very nice. I think I’ll like it here.” You said with a smile. 

“Hey! can we get a whiskey over here for the women?” Polly yelled at the bartender. The bartender hurrying to get that whiskey for you. You took a sip and relaxed a bit more. 

You and Polly sat and talked for what felt like hours. Getting to know more and more about the family. 

“Scuse. miss.” You heard a man say from behind you and brush your hip with his hand. 

“Mrs. and you can back up.” You said turning to the man who wanted to get severely close to you. 

“Sorry. Mrs. But you are beautiful, and I don’t see your Mr. next to you. So I’m sure it’ll be okay if I just.” He said as he began to move his hand towards you waist again. Pulling out the knife from your boot, standing up, flicking it open and pushing it to his throat causing him to push back up against the bar. 

“You didn’t let me finish. Mrs. Shelby it is.” You said and his eyes widened as you felt a presence behind you knowing it was Finn and Isaiah. Polly just sat and watched you, studied your movements. 

“I suggest you don’t come back here.” You said backing up and he stood straight up. 

“Fucking, Peaky Blinders.” He said as he ran out of the building. You turned to look at Finn. 

“Well. Didn’t think you had that in ya.” Finn said grabbing ahold of your hips and pulling you into him. 

“I think there’s a lot you may not know about me Finn. But you will learn as time goes on. But for now, let’s dance!” You said pushing him to the middle of the room where everyone danced and joining in. 

You and Finn danced through the night, drinking, laughing, even kissing every once in awhile. It rounded just about morning time when you and Finn sat in a booth just talking and realized there were people passed out in other booths and even on the floor.

“Well shit, we should probably get home. Get you acquainted with the house, and get some sleep.” He said standing up sliding out of the booth. You followed behind him, and to the front door. You walked out, it wasn’t sunrise yet, just before the sunrise where it was light out, but no sun appeared. You got into the car and Finn drove about 20 minutes away from the Garrison. Pulling up to a house secluded with trees around it, and a big farm. The house wasn’t as big as Tommy’s, but still big and just enough room. 

“This is beautiful Finn.” You said looking around the property. 

“Yeah. It not huge, but I don’t need huge. Just need enough room for the horses, and somewhere I’m able to get away from all the craziness.” He said as pulled into the driveway. 

“Its perfect.” You said smiling and becoming more happy to be here by just seeing where you’d live. You got out of the car and met around it to Finn who wrapped his arm round your shoulder and walked with you to the home.

“Welcome home, Love.”

[gorgeousmanfounddeadinacroptop]

4minutes ep4 lets go

-ok so are we existing in two timelines? one where mod is dead and one where he isnt?

-you cannot say full names and expect us to know whats going on

-wasnt he stabbed whats going on

-i dont think they let people in the operating room

-huh? is correct what is going on

-ok uhaul lesbians

-unlike kinnporsche the mafia does not slay in this show

-oh my god lmaooooo

-the way korn doesnt apologize ik these men never do but god would it be nice to hear

-guys hey guys what if korn is still around

-no foreplay these guys get straight to the point its obvious they arent on zoloft

-this is gonna drive me crazy korn used to be a good guy at one point and now they made him a mafia head he doesnt want this! i hate it hereeee

-they really keep fucking this twink hes gotten so much action

-pinky promise BROKEN

-FUUUUUCKKKKK they were so cute thus is the worst

-is tonkla um older than great

-he really said "betray my family? for some dick? sure."

-had to turn my brightness all the way up i cant see shit!

-great has a moral compass woohoo

-sure but did you pay with daddys credit card?

-do we get an explanation of the tats or are those bibles real tattoos?

-ok so i think my initial observation was correct 🤓☝️

[rexuality]

Okay I'm on my break!! I will try my best to kinda give y'all an idea of what's been going on because fuuuuuckkkkk 🥵🥵🥵

So Kai and I celebrated our 6th anniversary a month ago and it was around this time we both started fantasizing about a third partner. Right now we just want a casual kitchen table fwb ya know? Someone we can play board games with or cuddle and watch movies and then fuck, should the mood strike. This is a relatively common thing for couples to fixate on but we did a ton of research and wanted to go through it the right way, the most comfortable way. When I was single and bisexual I had couples prey on me and I absolutely hated it. They were never transparent about it. They tried getting me trashed, not mentioning their SO and then springing it on me, or they'd have the female partner try and seduce me and then mention that we could only play if their man was allowed to watch. I've also had plenty of girls use me as an opportunity to try and show off in public, they made kissing me a spectacle. It was awful, and I was too young to understand how fucked up that is. It made me feel like very few women have ever actually been attracted to me, they just wanted to exploit my bisexuality.

I told him if we were going to explore this, we had to be mindful, slow, and patient. I never ever wanted anyone to feel like I did. We thought the best way to do it was to allow each other free reign, essentially. He seeks out his own interests and I seek out mine, communicating every step of the way. I've never been a jealous person so the idea of him being intimate with another woman doesn't bother me. I think anyone who makes him happy and feel good about himself is on my side. I know that's a strange way to feel. He has never had the best self-esteem and he hates on himself all the time. I would love any opportunity that helps me change his mind. I also think it's hot! I love women and I love him. I'd love to watch something that beautiful! (If given permission!!)

This big of a decision forced us to have big conversations, a lot of heart to hearts. It made us closer, and we were both struck very hard with the eagerness to be married. We want to elope on Prince Edward Island. It was his idea, because he knows how much Anne of Green Gables means to me.

As for him, he said that I'm allowed to be intimate with whoever I want but I'm only interested in women and nb folk. I don't feel a pull towards other cis men at all. I mostly just really miss soft skin and lips 🥺

If we are lucky, maybe one of these people will be interested in both of us, but we are never ever going to force it.

I have a a few art shows coming up in October. Very big events. I'm hoping to use the money we make to fund our elopement ❤

Also... our sex life is better than it has ever been. We've been on dating apps for a bit and every conversation has been so thrilling, it has absolutely set us ablaze. We're trying new things, new kinks, dirty talking more. It's been fucking incredible.

I love him so much. He is my life partner, my home, the one who makes the mundane feel so important and meaningful. I know most people would never ever share the one they love and I totally understand that. I know it's not for everyone. But our bond is unshakeable. I just wanted you all to know that throughout these next few chapters of my life, he's always my number one and my favorite person to hold and kiss. I'll tell you more soon ❤

[trethepoet]

Contrary to unpopularity Kanye West is still my favorite rapper. No one asked me, but I am writing the story sooo I’m just giving you a little intro before I get into it…

Now...anyone that knows me well (about 18 people) knows that my favorite quote is from a rapper that is NOT Kanye West. “You can do it put your back into it” is my absolute favorite lyric/quote/mantra what have you. YeahEYeaheeee (is that how you spell that?). Anyway I repeat that Ice cube quote literally everyday. I have another favorite quote. I don’t know how many favorites you can actually have but Spellman University’s (an HBCU not as great as NCCU, but I’m biased) motto- “Find a way or make a way”- have been so inspirational to me daily.

Light the sage and tell Alexa to que Jazmine Sullivan - any song because they’re all my mood right now- and listen to this shit...

Have you ever? Hypothetically of course...

Have you ever been served a civil suit for temporary and full custody of your infant breastfeeding daughter by your fiancé with whom you share a residence?

Have you ever been told repeatedly that “nobody likes you”, “you’re mean”, “you’re unkind”, “you don’t answer the phone pleasant enough”, “you’re a horrible mother because you allowed your four-year-old child to call another man (that’s living under the same roof) dad?

Have you ever been told “I wish you would die” as you hold your beautiful one-month old baby daughter by the man with whom you thought you grow old?

Have you ever been accused of “trapping” someone with a baby and only wanting their money even though you went through the entire IVF process to create a child together by the person who paid for the treatment?

Have you ever been sitting in a room and overheard your boyfriend at the time tell his best friend that you were harassing him about a baby? ...He can’t be talking about the same baby that he just paid $12,000 of his own money to have his ish placed in a Petri dish with my eggs because his count was drastically low.

Have you ever been cheated on so many times that you can’t even gather the tears to cry?

Have you ever been told that you should expect cheating from a man that pays all the bills?

Have you ever been told you should allow disrespect from a man because he’s not a “regular nigga”…he’s wealthy?

Have you ever come home from grabbing a milkshake to find your friend disheveled and flustered, rushing to her car barefoot saying she has to get out of your house?

Have you ever left your drunken friend in your daughter’s bed to keep her safe only to have her accuse your boyfriend of pulling off her panties and giving her a vagina a kiss without her consent?

Has one of your closest friends ever accused your boyfriend of sexual assault/ pretty much rape?

Have you ever had proof that someone was cheating on you and you show that person their own dick pics and they say they didn’t do it?

Have you ever read text messages to another woman from your fiancé and the other woman mentions your name, your daughters name annnnnd knows that your pregnant?

Have you ever heard a rumor that someone from your fiancé’s church was having sex with your fiancé while you were pregnant and find out that it was true?

Have you ever uprooted your small child’s comfortable life to move to a state that you don’t wish to live for a man who picks apart everything you do?

Have you ever been told not to work and then work part time during a global pandemic while you’re pregnant and homeschooling two kids in two different grades and then told months later that you “only came down here and got pregnant for the money”?

Have you ever had your boyfriend curse you out in front of your friends?

Has your boyfriend ever cursed out one of your friends?

Have you ever had lies told on you by your own fiancé in order for him to make himself look good to others who don’t ever care about him?

Have you ever decided to leave and start over with virtually nothing and have a millionaire who is also your child’s father accuse you of stealing lamps al while calling you several “broke bitches”, a monster thot and telling you he doesn’t care if you sleep on the floor but then wants to be friends?

Have you ever had to take your infant daughter and six-year-old to the damn Doubletree hotels and suites to live for 13 nights because the verbal and emotional torture was turning into minor shoving and more intense arguments over nothingness?

Have you ever been accused of not allowing a person to let them see their child when you sleep under the same roof?

Have you ever been accused of using your child as a pawn by someone who was using your child as a pawn?

Have you ever been sent photos of about 20 onesies in a closet telling you that you’ve taken all of the baby shower gifts when you also have the baby?

Have you ever feared for your child’s safety?

Has anyone ever tried so badly to make everyone the introduced you too hate your guts?

Have you ever lost 20lbs of weight in three weeks due to stress?

Have you ever had to move three times with an infant child and a six-year-old in a two-month span of time?

Have you ever been so tired you forget to eat?

Have you ever just been so freaking tired?

Have you ever given up everything and trusted someone and then left with virtually nothing but your clothes and your daughters clothes and toys and still get accused of taking a fucking $79.99 dollar throw rug from Homegoods?

Have you ever felt inadequate?

Has someone ever made you feel like you don’t deserve love?

Has someone ever made you feel like a nutcase for feeling hurt?

Has anyone ever tried to tell everyone that you’re crazy in order to discredit everything you say?

Has someone ever offered to buy you a purse when a random girl found your private Instagram account to tell you the person you love was sucking her pussy in Miami?

Has anyone offered to buy you a bag in order to shut you up about a realtor with very split ends?

Has anyone ever made up lies and woke you up out of your sleep to tell them to you?

Have you ever felt so low you can’t do anything but cry your grown ass to sleep at night?

Has it ever taken you two years to realize it’s not you?

Have you ever been imperfect?

Have you ever just needed to breath and think? …You can do it, put your back into it (lol corny AF, but seriously).

Have you ever had to spend nearly 40K cash (every penny you fucking had) in the span of two months to make sure you and your daughters have a roof over your head and some forks and furniture?

Have you ever been thankful that you were able to do so?

Have you ever had to accept every helping hand extended to you?

Have you ever been postpartum and delirious?

Have you ever wanted to scream fuuuuuckkkkk?

Have you ever just wanted to call/hug your mom or dad and can’t?

Have you ever cried Pink Himalayan Sea Salt tears to one of your best friends over French toast?

Have you ever felt like why is this happening to me?

Hopefully you haven’t…but if you had I would hug you. I would scream the ICE Cube quote obnoxiously over an imaginary mic. I would encourage you to have the strength to leave. I would tell you to seek therapy. I would tell you that you aren’t crazy. I would drive all the way from Philly to help you build the crib for your daughter, I would babysit your oldest daughter while you pulled extra shifts, I would watch your oldest daughter for an entire weekend so she just walked into her new home, I would keep your daughter for two weeks while she was in virtual school so she didn’t have to see her mom in such a low spot, I would buy you groceries, I would come and wipe down your hotel bathroom and all the other surfaces b/c duh coronavirus, I would tell you that just because you aren’t getting physically hit doesn’t mean you aren’t experiencing abuse, I would have a bonfire and give you a candle and some flowers and some very tight hugs, I would make you three fire ass playlists, I would encourage you and tell you that you are valuable and loved. I would check on you weekly, I would go to brunch with you, I would pay your phone bill, I would let you and your daughters spend the week at my house and make you watch that horrible meek mill movie on volume 100, I would book you a hotel room and invite all of your closest friends to have a spa day, I would take a half day off to let the movers into your storage unit, I would let you ship furniture to my house, I would make you share your location with me so I knew you were safe, I would help you literally unpack your entire house, I would help you find an attorney, I would give you free legal advice, I would order you wallpaper, I would just listen, I would help you wash all of your new dishes and sheets, I would walk through ikea with you for hours, I would love you…I would do anything I could, I would be the friend all of my friends were to me.

How could I even question my self worth, my energy, my spirit, my personality when I am obviously getting back all of this positive energy and love. Who were you to think that you couldn’t find a way or make a way?

[pumpkinscreams]

TAG LIST: @richiescigarettes @mpsnudesHomecoming - Chapter 4

MY ONLY WARNING IS THERE’S A MAKE OUT SESH WHOOPS ALSO I AM N LOVE WITH THIS CHAPTER SO I HOPE U ENJOYYYY

“Why do we need to do this Rich?” Beverly asks in a shallow moan.

“So I can look like a king for the people Bevvy Bee, kiss a couple babies and we’re on our way.”

The two were going to the gym, helping the homecoming committee make a huge ass poster that they’re gonna plaster on the wall for homecoming. The dances theme was Grease is the World, so Richie could only assume it was gonna just be a basic dance with a couple of music notes and records plastered on the walls. But when the two enter the half decorated high school gym, their jaws fall to the white tiled floor. The newly installed stage was lined with metallic red and blue tassels, shining in the fluorescent lights. The walls were almost completely covered in blue, red, and yellow streamers, cartooney music notes and records (Even though Richie lazily predicted that, they were in a neat and perfect pattern, way better looking then he had imagined)

The punch tables and such would be setup on friday, the day of, for now there are two lame tables filled with art supplies to be the backdrop of the wooden stage. But for now, the enormous poster was spread across the gym floor. Homecoming committee members taking different portions and painting the son of a bitch. And of course, Eddie Kaspbrak, sitting and painting in his damn cheerleader garb. He’s wearing different shorts then he was yesterday, and none of the glitter. The sweater was slightly cropped but the sleeves were flowing off of him. To end with some cute red shorts, cotton socks and sky blue converse. He looked so comfortable, and absolutely adorable. He just wished that Eddie knew he was the guy on the football field. He sighed and entered with Beverly. Eddie was painting very messily, clearly trying to cover more ground than have attention to detail. Bill, sitting beside him was the exact opposite. Using a teeny brush to fill in a milkshake. Richie smiled at Eddie’s sloppy painting style, he was such a prim and proper guy, but in some quirky ways, he was amazingly messy. Richie concealed his blush by looking down, and tying his hair in two high pigtails, ready to paint, when his complexion dulled, he looked back at Beverly and gave a toothy smile.

“You’re such a fucking dork” Bev booped his nose and smiled.

“Beverly! Come here!” Eddie called out to her, Bill looking up at Bev with an awkward smile, and returned to the highlights of his milkshake.

Beverly and Bill never really cleared out their relationship, Bill was dating Stan, and Bev was pretty much head over heels with Ben. It was all just awkward. Beverly subtly shook her head and sat with Richie on the middle end of the poster and got at it.

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Why was Richie staring at me?

Eddie was trying his hardest to not look back at the punk asshole. He saw in the corner of his eye that Richie had tied his hair in pigtails and he rolled his eyes.

He thinks he’s just sooooo cool!

There was something about that boy that really grinded Eddie’s gears, he couldn’t just place his finger on it. He noticed Beverly with him and a feeling of guilt loomed over him, he’s just completely disregarded Beverly ever since June. And now she had to hang out with the guy with a trash mouth.

“Beverly! Come here!” He waved over to her, she didn’t say anything, she just shyly smiled and sat with Richie just a few feat away from him and Bill.

The rage in him filled, he didn’t blame Bev by any means, it was that damn Richie.

Stealing his friends

And stealing his crown.

Not today.

Not, in those dumb ass pigtails.

(His hair fell into such perfect little curly tails on the back of his head, his eyeliner still on, but smudged, not messy, but kinda sexy-)

Eddie shook his head and continued to paint his bolds strokes of red on the poster paper.

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“Richie you keep painting outside the lines!” Bev chuckled at the pigtail wearing boy.

Richie was usually super precise with things like this, If the jukebox wasn’t perfect, he wasn’t going home. But he had other things on his mind, he needed to stop trying to look at Eddie, he just couldn’t help it, the way he bit his lip when he was concentrating on filling in the lines, how his curls were neat, but a few grazed over his long lashes.

“Sorry just thinking about-” He saw Eddie, looking at him, he swallowed deeply, and put on a long grin.

“Eddie’s mom.” Bev and Bill laughed, while Eddie’s face went bright red in anger.

“Shut up Richie!” Eddie yelled out, the homecoming committee laughing along to the two’s antics.

“She was wild Eddie! I’m surprised that you didn’t hear us!”

“Richie!” Eddie exclaimed

“Oh Richie! OOOOOhhhhhh Richie!!!!!” Richie let out a high pitched moan, the whole room was laughing out, Bev on the floor, holding her stomach, Richie sat on his knees, as Eddie stood up.

“Fuck you!” Eddie, by accident (or not) kicked a can of red paint over and it covered Richies half done jukebox, and his knees in a thick red coating.

Richie slowly looked up at Eddie, who was ready to apologize right away, when Richies smile turned into a short smirk as he dipped his hand in the crimson. He quickly flicked his fingers at Eddie’s face, getting a few splatters on the boy, causing him to flinch and have his eyebrows furrow, then arch. The room was silent. Eddie dipped both of his hands into the paint and ran up to Richie and smeared his hands over his face, Richie got up and started running to another part of the poster.

“Ah you fuck!” He laughed as he grabbed some blue and ran after Eddie, Eddie ran away, attempting to get the yellow but got a fat wad of blue paint on his back. Everyone in the room continued to laugh (especially Bev) and yell “FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!!!”  as the two had a total paint war on the completely fucked poster.

“Richard and Edward! Come with me!” A very balding teacher yelled from the doorway.

“He started it!” The two paint covered boys yell at the same time, pointing to each other.

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“You’re such an asshole Richie.” Eddie states. The two red and blue boys sit in the desk chairs, both thinking they could be doing much better things in that moment, and now we’re stuck with each other. Richie was getting more and more pissed, mostly cause he’s missing a smoke break and was a tad irritated. Eddie’s constant blabbering about how he could’ve been doing homework too was not helping. And, why would he just assume Richie had no homework either? Richie’s gotten honours three years in a row, and he hates when people assume just cause he makes innuendoes he’s an idiot.

“Eddie, I know you’re in love with me, but could ya shut the fuck up?” Eddie rolled his eyes and stood up, preparing for another fight.

“It’s all your fault! You splashed that paint over me!”

Richie, at this point, was ready to actually fight. He stood up too.

“You ruined the painting! And got that shit all over my knees!”

“And yooooou got paint all over my favourite sweater!” Eddie places his fingers onto Richie’s chest. Richie walked away from the boy and to the window, seeing a couple of kids smoking and feeling extremely envious. Eddie followed behind him to get a few more words in.

“Eddi-”

“And I can’t even clean this! The teacher won’t let me wash it off! It’s gonna be ruined! Fuck yo-”

Eddie was interrupted by Richie angrily taking off his own sweater (with no shirt underneath) and whipping it at Eddie. He frustratingly sat back at his chair and put his head on the desk, his arms wrapping around his head.

Eddie quietly takes his sweater off and puts Richie’s black sweater with a Rose on the right breast. Eddie was surprised that it didn’t smell like cigarettes, it smelt like bubblegum. It was basically covering his shorts but he didn’t mind. He liked it.

Eddie shut up and slowly walked over to the boy, and sat in the chair beside him. He clearly had done enough. He awkwardly whispers to the boy.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Eddie tries to lighten the mood, and break the ice, he smiles and tucks Richie’s hair behind his ear. Richie is frozen.

“If my hair got that long, my mom would-”

Eddie is interrupted yet again, by the low moan of Richie Tozier.

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Shit, fuck, fuck fuck fuuuuuckkkkk

Why did Eddie have to do that?

“What was that?” Eddie flinched as he pulled away.

“Nothing.”

“Come on Richie!”

“It was nothing!” Richie turns his head away from Eddie, attempting to conceal all the blush rushing to his face...and somewhere else.

Richie may be pretty shameless, but his hair kink was something he wasn’t gonna admit.

“Richie, seriously, what was that? You can tell me.” Eddie put his hand on Richie’s bare shoulder, Eddie shivered slightly, but hoped Richie didn’t notice.

He did.

He let out a deep sigh and looked up at Eddie, all those feelings came flowing back to him when he saw Eddie’s sparkling eyes.

“I just...reaaaly like when people play with my hair.”

He let out a crooked smile and looked down. Attempted to look at the floor but stopped at Eddie’s shorts.

So short.

“Are you saying, it turns you on?” Eddie half concealed his laugh.

Richie’s bright pink face was answer enough for the kid.

Eddie quietly looks at Richie for a couple moments, inspecting his soft hair and defined cheekbones.

“So, what else turns you on?”

Richie’s eyes dart to Eddie and crooks his neck. His pink face was now a bright red.

He let out a small chuckle, seeing if Eddie was actually serious,

And he was.

“Eddie drop it.”

He shot his eyes back at the floor, trying not to look at Eddie’s feet, which would lead to his legs, and to those tiny ass shorts…

But those legs sat up, and draped over Richies desk, Eddie sitting on it.

His shorts rode up more as he adjusted himself on the table.

Richie bit most of his lower lip to get out of the sheer compulsion, he was gonna kill him if he kept this up.

Eddie “innocently” starts nibbling on the sleeve of Richie’s sweatshirt, looking down at the blushing punk.

“Drop what?” Eddie rhetorically asks.

Richie looks up at Eddie’s cherry lip gloss and furrowed brows, the kid was damn torturing him, he hummed when Eddie continued to play with his hair. Richie’s hand compulsively grabbed the hem of Eddie’s (well, Richie’s) sweater and balled up into fists. He bit his lip so hard he was talking through his teeth.

“Eddie, you need to stop this shit right now.”

Eddie placed his cold hand on Richie’s freezing chest and looked devilishly in his eyes.

“Make me.”

Eddie had Richie wrapped around his finger and Richie couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed Eddie’s back and slid him onto his lap. Eddie giggled at the action and was quickly shut up with Richie’s lips connecting to his own, Richie had his hands firmly pressed on Eddie’s back, concaving to his waist, pushing Eddie into him, Eddie had one hand in Richie’s hair and the other snaked around his warm neck. The two forcing each other into it, being rough, this wasn’t for love, as far as the other knew, they hated each other’s guts, and this was just between them.

If only Eddie remembered.

Richie licked Eddie’s bottom lip, to invite him in and Eddie automatically let him in, causing him to tug on Richie’s hair, Richie let out a low moan and buckled his hips, Eddie’s breath hitched at the quick grinding motion. He slowly let go of Richie’s hair and separated their lips, a thin string of saliva connecting them.

Richie groaned, not wanting to finish yet, and lifted his lips up to the boy. Eddie put his finger on Richie’s lips and smiled.

“I’ll be right back” Eddie’s voice sounded much more sultry, kind of a mess, speaking of a mess, for the first time since Richie’s seen him, his hair was in shambles, his face was blushed a deep pink, and his lips were stripped of gloss, now shared between the two. He swiftly got up, heading to the door, re-adjusting his shorts and scampered off into the halls. Richie sighed a shallow sigh and threw his head back.

What the actual fuck.

This is fucking ridiculous! How could he let this happen! He’s so fucking annoying!

But he couldn’t help but smile.

Now a dear question rang to Richie,

Should he strip?

I mean, what was Eddie going to go get?

Did he have the idea of just going at it in their english class?

He was down, but a bit sudden.

He stood up and looked at himself through the reflection of the window. His hair was a fucking disaster, his cateye was a greasy mess, and his bare chest was blushing red. He looked down and started taking off his jeans to reveal some triangle patterned boxers. Kicking his pants to the side. He looked back up at his own reflection to see a new smiling face appear at him through the window.

Eddie.

Richie ran to the window at a loss.

Eddie pulled up two middle fingers and ran across the field to freedom.

Richie cracked open the window and yelled out.

“Your mom will be hearing about this Eds!”

“Don’t call me Eds! Have a good detention, trashmouth!”

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