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syrenblubs · 4 years

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— starting a podcast with their s/o (kugisaki , fushiguro, getou)

a/n: was this an excuse for me to ask yall for podcast recs? yes (also im still experimenting with formats just a heads up)

pairing(s): kugisaki nobara x f!reader, fushiguro megumi x f!reader, getou suguru x f!reader

genre: fluff, mildly suggestive, lwk crack for getou

warnings: slight reference to sex (i said the word sex like once here)

word count: 878

kugisaki nobara

she was elated when you asked to start a podcast with her. she thought it would be more than fun to share your girl talks with the rest of the world.

your podcast with nobara revolves around the "big sister" persona

it's the type of vibe the two of you aim to radiate to your audience, which you successfully manage to achieve by giving advice on pretty much any topic your listeners ask about, from relationships to fashion or school

although nobara may get a little over the edge with her advice, you're always there to bring her back on track

she's a whole icon throughout the fashion community, always giving her opinion on the latest trends

it didn't take your fans long to realize that you two were dating. the way her eyes light up when a listener asks for fashion tips melts your heart, and brings a small smile to your face everytime without fail

both of you, but mainly nobara, also use the platform to rant about your crazy lives, without getting into too much detail regarding the jujutsu world of course

most of nobara's complaining on the podcast would stem from gojo and itadori's antics

when asked who her biggest inspiration was, you already know she'd bring maki onto the show

on a related note, sometimes maki would make an appearance on the podcast, and to your fans, she was the real big sister behind you and nobara

your audience mainly consists of females around your age, some being slightly below or above, but nothing too alarming

fushiguro megumi

when you first asked him to start a podcast with you, he was a little skeptical

with how busy missions got, he knew that you and him won’t have time to keep up with it

he was also not very fond of the idea of exposing himself on social media

after some convincing though, he found himself sitting on a comfy office chair next to yours in front of his bedroom window, holding your hand, as you began to speak into the mic that started recording just seconds before.

on the podcast, you and megumi usually give out your book recommendations from different genres, which are requested by your fans, and also read some of theirs too, giving your thoughts on some of your fans’ favorites after reading

at first, you would do most of the talking, while megumi would give reassuring nods in agreement before moving on to the next topic, sometimes leaving a comment here and there

as time went on, he became more comfortable, easing himself into talking on mic

he definitely doesn’t talk anywhere near how much he would around you, but it’s a big improvement from when you began

now he’ll rant about shitty plot twists and the morals of some of his recent reads

yes, he has fangirls okay but how would he not though he’s made it clear that you’re his and only you

you have fans simping over you too dw

still he has fanpages on instagram and you, along with your two other first year friends and gojo, think it’s funny

okay but do you wanna know who the real fan favorites are? his demon dogs

he summons them before recording because yk they can’t have jujutsu on set but your fans love seeing them on yours (and sometimes megumi’s) instagrams

hs!getou suguru

it’s practically canon that he got the most girls out of everyone in the series

he was the one who wanted to make the podcast, specifically one that gave dating advice

reason being that gojo didn’t believe him when he was really popular among girls and believed that there was something that he was doing in order to make them like him (ofc you did gojo - you can’t be good at everything sadly)

so yes this entire podcast was made to spite the white haired man with a god complex

he asked you to join on the idea that you could supply his advice with examples from your relationship with him

also cause he just wanted to make gojo just that more jealous about having a girlfriend

on the podcast, he gives relationship and dating advice, as well as any topic related to them

you let your fans dictate what your next topic on the podcast will be, whether it’s how to get your first kiss right to doing the nasty safely

yes he preaches safe sex like the kind he was-

gojo bullies you and suguru before getting on set but he’s the one who listens to the podcast the MOST (like yeah bae you need it the most too <3333)

so its plain obvious that suguru have fans (like that’s just a given)

he acts so cool and snarky on mic, but yk he’s the biggest softie in private

you may or may not have said this to your listeners and the die-heart suguru totally didn’t rave over it on twitter

OMG SUGURU DEFINITELY HAS A STAN TWT FANBASE

gojo is their leader fucking fight me on this one

he will not hesitate to show signs of affection to you on set

he says he does this to prove his points mentioned on the podcast, but really he’s just touch starved for you 24/7

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daegall · 3 years

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Twitterpated

↳ to feel in love/love-struck

pairing: Lee Donghyuck x reader

Genre: fluff... uh... overall fluff 🤧

Warnings: mentions of death and a dead body (but nobody's dead), swearing (?)

Word count: 3.7k words

A/n: AYO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR SUN <3333 OUR BBY <33333 LOL I PROBABLY WONT BE HERE WHEN ITS ACTUALLY HIS BIRTHDAY SINCE ITS LITERALLY A DAY BEFOR EMY FINALS START 💀💀 SO ITS ON SCHEDULE </33

ANYWAYS YEAH HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONGHYUCK!!

alsooo this is part of the first collab made by @renhyucks (thanks bby <33) please do enjoy, and do not hesitate to tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or anything bad i wrote!! thank you!!

(guess who's expert procrastinator and wrote like 50% of this a week before his birthday AND finals </3 thats right </33 finals too </33)

You’ve been bragging about your braggable boyfriend for around a year now, and now you’re worried if you’ve bragged about him too much.

Today is the day. Donghyuck is going to meet your family. After months of postponing and delaying, he’s coming home with you for Christmas, a very big deal for your family, it’s like a big present for them.

"Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit holy shit. Hyuck I’m gonna die. I’m screwed. Tell them I love them.”

You were clearly overreacting, it can never be that bad. Your boyfriend snorts, squeezing your hand reassuringly as you two make your way up the stairs. You wish something happens within the short span of time until you get to the door.

“Babe it can’t be that bad, you’ve told them lots about me, right?” You shoot Donghyuck a quick glare, before nodding a bit reluctantly, “I think a bit too much though.” To your dismay there are no people around to stop you, nobody to stop and postpone the meeting for. Darn Christmas holidays. “Do you think they won’t like me?”

This time, it’s you who lets out a quick laugh, “No, they will love you. They’re gonna tell you all my embarrassing stories and phases in my life. Oh my god no, no no no, you can’t know. Let’s turn around, yeah?” Donghyuck ruffles your hair playfully with a shake of his head. “Really? But we’re already here! And I see your brother by the window there.”

You instantly light up when you see Sungchan’s familiar bright smile, laughing affectionately when he starts to jump up and down and yell something. Once you get in front of the door, you can finally hear what he’s been yelling, “JAEHYUN HYUNGGGG!!!!! THEY’RE HERE THEY’RE HERE!!!”

You don’t even have to knock on the door, it already swings open to reveal both your brothers with bright smiles on their faces, bright smiles that brightens up your own. “NOONA!” Sungchan rushed up to you and instantly wraps his arms around your waist, giggling into your chest as you embrace him back just as tightly.

He then turns to your boyfriend, with even lighter eyes, and to your surprise, he gives Donghyuck a hug as well, “It’s nice to finally meet you!” Donghyuck stumbles back a bit and is definitely startled, but eventually he becomes soft and wraps his arms around your brother with a small smile. “Y/n’s told me lots about you,”

Sungchan pulls away enthusiastically, jumping up and down, “Wait! Let me go get mom!” And in an instant later, he’s dashed into his house yelling out for his mother. Your eldest brother, Jaehyun, smiles brightly at the sight of Donghyuck tugging nervously at your hands, a light chuckle leaving his lips gloriously.

He walks up to you, and you spread your arms out for a hug, but all that happens is your hair you spent 20 minutes on getting ruined by him ruffling his hand through it. “Nice to see you’ve finally got it together and got a nice boyfriend, twerp.”

“G-good? I’ve always had taste, Jeffery!” You scowl and push your brother’s hand away from your hair, huffing and shaking your head to fix the messy mop of strands. Jaehyun then turns to Donghyuck, his eyes practically shining with stars when your boyfriend bows politely.

Jaehyun nudges at your shoulder, “Wow, you’ve got a good one.” He snickers when you groan and swat him away once again, before turning back to Donghyuck with the same smile as before. To your boyfriend’s shock, and definitely to yours, Jaehyun leans down to give Donghyuck a brotherly hug, almsot melting into his embrace. What is up with your brothers today?

Christmas music can be heard softly from in the house, and despite being outside you can hear Sungchan beckoning your mother to go outside to see you and Donghyuck. It warms your heart, it feels so raw, and it’s even better with Donghyuck by your side. Jaehyun quickly lets your boyfriend go, when your mother’s voice rings out nostalgically and warmly greeting you with a warm smile, “Y/n! How are you dear?”

You run into her arms with no hesitation, feeling especially excited after so many months of missing her. The feeling of home rushes over your senses at your mother’s familiar embrace, sighing when she clings harder and sways side to side. A delightful smile curls your lips upward as you mumble a small response, “I missed you so much,”

The second she pulls away she’s patting your cheek softly, chuckling, before she notices Donghyuck behind you. His nervosity is so intense that all your family members can sense it wherever you are, and you find it frankly funny. His eyes are practically shaking when your mom approaches him with slow movements. Sure, they’ve met through facetime, but that’s nothing compared to a face-to-face encounter.

A cheeky smile creeps up to your cheeks when your mother stretches out to grab ahold of Donghyuck’s hands, holding them gently. (you assume it’s because of how much they’ve been shaking) “It’s nice to meet you in person, Donghyuck-ah,”

At her soft words, you notice Donghyuck slightly melt in relief and comfort, his smile growing 2 times bigger, “Y/n’s told me so much about your family,”

Beside you, Sungchan tugs at your hand, “Let’s go inside, mom and I made cookies!”

Indeed, they made cookies. They made great cookies.

Donghyuck hums loudly in bliss the moment he bites into a freshly baked cookie, closing his eyes and leaning onto you, “You should learn to bake like Sungchannie, Y/n,”

From deep in the kitchen, you hear your little brother snort loudly, “I would teach her for free Hyung, trust me.”

A scowl is the only response from you, as you munch harshly on the (delicious, but you wouldn’t admit it) cookie and shrug Donghyuck off your shoulder. Your boyfriend cackles out at your pettiness, wrapping his arm around your waist to tug you close to him.

You can’t stop the smile from spreading through your face when he tries to nudge another cookie at your lips, the ‘say aaa’s he says right by your ears resonating through your head. With a glance at the cute expression on his face, a light laugh falls from your lips, and you open your mouth to take a bite.

“They’ve been here for 15 minutes and are already all over each other.” At Jaehyun’s comment, you give him a dirty look and finish yet another cookie you stole from the fresh batch. “Hey! You were even worse with that random girl last year! Where is she now, Jae??”

Your older brother chuckles, walking over to help Sungchan and make sure he doesn’t burn himself, “She’s spending Christmas with her family this year.” You turn away from his teasing gaze with your head high up in the air, eyes shut in fake arrogance, “It’s your turn to suffer from the lovey-dovey stuff now.” (Sungchan grimaces in the corner, pulling his mittens off harshly, “When’s it not my turn?”)

“At least mom’s happy I brought Donghyuck home.”

“I’m happy you brought a good one this year, unlike the one 5 years ago,”

“THAT WAS A HIGH SCHOOL FLING! MY TASTE WAS BAD BACK THEN!”

Donghyuck chuckles and leans on the counter, resting his head on his hand as he gazes at your family argument, “Glad you don’t think I’m bad,” When you glance at him, and the soft look he has, you look away, flustered, “Hyuck you’re like.... my first good boyfriend.” Your voice grows quieter towards the end of the sentence, and suddenly you feel so flustered for some reason. The soft Christmas music fills the silence, and you grow even more embarrassed.

You turn your head cautiously to see the reactions of each of your loved ones, surprised to see a warm look in each of their eyes, as if they’ve seen a puppy tumble and get right back up. Your mother bites her lip to contain the squeals when you make eye contact with your boyfriend, choosing to continue her cookie work and look away when you shift in sheepishness and try to act nonchalant.

Sungchan decides to break the tension, placing the last batch of cookies in a jar, “Speaking of boyfriends, Shotaro’s brother is bringing his boyfriend when they come to visit.” Donghyuck breaks away from the sudden daze of love he had, turning to Sungchan with interest, “Really? So how many people are we expecting?”

“Around 3 more people,” Your little brother replies, “More if Sicheng hyung invited his Chinese friends as well.”

“Wow Sungchan, you’re quite the popular one aren’t you?” Sungchan smiles smugly at the sudden boast, proudly nodding as he tries to shrug cooly. You appreciate Donghyuck complimenting him, it’s not everyday your boyfriend gets along with your family, and definitely not always when Jaehyun greets him with a hug.

The next day, you wake up late (as usual after a movie night), and you go downstairs only to see your older brother and boyfriend eating their breakfasts next to each other on the couch as they watch yet another Christmas movies and talk about something.

They acknowledge you, but don't bother stopping anything to talk to you. You're glad they do, you wouldn't understand anything they would say with such a hazy state of mind. Pulling out a carton of chocolate milk from a big pack (presumably Sungchan and Shotaro's), you trudge back to the living area and sit on Jaehyun's usual spot.

There's snow outside, you notice, it's pretty thick. You don't realize in your half-asleep form, but both men have stopped talking and are now staring at your sleepy form.

"Y/n, you should eat actual food, and not just drink chocolate milk."

The statement is unexpected, and all you to is stop sipping and look at Jaehyun with questioning eyes.

"He's right, go eat some cereal, boo."

Your face scrunches up at the sudden pet name he would never use on you, already standing up to obey his orders, "Since when did you call me boo? Also, where's mom and Sungchan?"

"Since now, boo. And mom and Sungchan are out getting Christmas gifts."

Your heart leaps at the fact that Donghyuck called your mother 'mom' so comfortable already, you wouldn't blame him after last night when she was especially paying close attention to him and taking care of him nicely. Not to mention the fact that she added and added to his plate instead of her own children's.

You hum back as a reply, pouring some coco pops in a bowl (both the cereal and bowl are Sungchan's), before pouring in a generous amount of milk into the bowl. You smile down at the nostalgic breakfast you used to eat everyday, when was the last time you had cereal?

Instead of joining back to the living room, you decide to eat on the counter, which is right by the window, and admire the twinkling snow covering the ground. You live in the city with Donghyuck, which doesn't have that much snow, but here outside the city, the snow is so beautiful and evident, you just want to sleep in it like it was a warm bed -except it wasn't warm at all.

Still a little bit asleep, you don't notice Jaehyun in the kitchen with you until he speaks up and startles you once again, "You wanna go outside and make snow angels like we used to?"

Your shock bubbles into excitement at the suggestion, quickly nodding with a big smile on your face.

"Then eat up quickly, I'll meet you outside."

He leaves you alone in the kitchen, yelling a 'we're gonna go play in the snow, you wanna come man?' to Donghyuck, to which he gets a 'fuck yeah!' in return.

And like that your bowl of cereal is in the sink, long abandoned by you, the you who is currently throwing on your padded jacket and slipping on some boots hurriedly. You can already hear the yells of it being so cold from your boyfriend, and the loud boyish laugh from your beloved brother on the other side of the door.

You can feel the excitement coursing through your veins, it feels good, you haven't felt like this in so long. You finally open the door, and step outside onto the cold snow. Just as a blissful smile reaches your lips, there's a struck of ice cold trickling down your neck and back.

You turn to find the culprit is no other than Lee Donghyuck himself, laughing along with Jaehyun at your shocked expression.

You don't even waste a second, you're instantly picking up a handful of snow and patting it in your hands securely and creating an imperfect, but firm snowball. With no hesitation, you launch it into the air with all your force, and to your utter delight it his Donghyuck straight at his chest.

"HAH! TAKE THAT!"

Your celebratory dance is short-lasted, as you know if you stayed in spot for too long you would be attacked as well. With playful laughs and taunts, you rush past the 2 men and behind the tree for (poor) protection.

You need to make snowballs, you need to make them quick. Gathering as much snow as you can in your hands, you squeeze hard only for a few seconds, before gently dropping the snowball and repeating this process for as much snowballs as you can muster. You can hear the faint discussion of your temporary rivals, the more shuffling in the snow gives you that feeling of thrill.

There's a spilt second of silence, no shuffling in the snow anymore, no whispers of which side which will take. The second, is of course, like every other second, short, before you hear yells and feel the coldness of the snow hit your skin like gunshots.

Dropping all your snowballs, you act like it was a gunshot, falling dramatically to the ground as you clutch your hands to your stomach, "I've been shot! I've been wounded! Jae, Hyuck, tell Sungchan and mom my will is all to them."

"What about us?"

You pant dramatically and point at them accusingly, "You fuckers get nothing." Your head rolls back to the snow, your hand falling over your stomach as you hold your breath.

A fake sniffle falls from Jaehyun's lips, and he kneels down next to your 'dead' form, "WHAT HAVE WE DONE?!" He takes your hand in his, "WHAT HAVE WE DOOONNNEEE!!",Your boyfriend slowly falls next to your as well, this time cradling your face in his hands, "We're monsters.... WE'RE MONSTERSSS!"

He flops right on top of you, burying your body deep in the snow, "WE'RE SORRY Y/N, WE'VE LET YOU DOWN! WE'VE FAILED YOUUU!" A smile cracks through your numb, icy face, and you let out a hearty chuckle at the small skit you've started.

"Okay, get off me I'm cold!"

"No! You said you wouldn't give us any of your will!"

"Wait no! I'm starting to feel numb! I'm sorry I swear you'll get a little bit!"

Donghyuck shuffles a bit, before he carries himself off your body. The tingling ice cold sensation of snow doesn't fade away, instead it becomes even sharper when Jaehyun splats a pile of snow on top of your head. He giggles cheekily and runs back into the house when you send him a glare, leaving you and Donghyuck alone in the snow.

To your delight he has the decency to at least help you up from your seat on the ground, thoughtfully brushing away the snow on your shoulders, "I like your brother, he's very playful."

You give him a quick look, "Reminds you of someone?"

Donghyuck bumps your shoulder as he laughs, rushing past you towards the house, "Race you there!"

Yes, reminds you exactly of Donghyuck.

It wasn't long until Sungchan's Japanese friend and his brother came. Just 3 days after you and Donghyuck arrived. And just like your little brother mentioned, his Japanese friend's brother brought his boyfriend. His boyfriend's friends decided to turn down the offer, instead wanting to spend Christmas with their own families.

You clicked with them instantly, and it's no doubt your boyfriend did either.

"Taro! You have to see the new soccer shoes I got for my birthday!"

The said boy gapes, practical stars shining in his eyes, "Soccer shoes? Dude, you have to show me some moves in them!"

The two lads scatter off upstairs to Sungchan's room, where you could hear stomping and loud thuds. You remember the first time you caught Sungchan practicing soccer, it was when you had enough with the loud noises and went to complain, only to find your brother covered in sweat with a ball in his arms.

Ever since that day you would help him, whether it was saving up with Jaehyun to get him his first ever pair or driving him to soccer fields and accompany him as he played, you've grown used to all of it (and grown to love it as well).

Jaehyun comes in the room with the collection of Christmas movies he had stocked somewhere deep in his room, you wouldn't dare going in there. Last time he had even cleaned it up or even actually lived there, he was in his angsty teenage days. There was no way you would go in there.

"Okay, what do you guys want to watch?" He stops right in front of the TV with 5 DVD's in his hands, observing each one with contemplation. "We've got A Christmas Carol, Home Alone, Polar Express, Love under the-"

"Oh God, not Love under the Christmas table!"

You snicker at Sicheng's upset tone as he slumps in his seat, rolling his eyes, "Ten's forced me to watch it soooo many times. And it's so cheesy too!"

"Jae has it just because of his girlfriend~" Jaehyun groans at your words, pointing a finger at your face in betrayal, "You promised not to tell anyone!"

This is what you like about Christmas, getting back together with family and friends, it's affectionate moments like these that you miss. You miss teasing your brothers. But the fact if it happening so rarely and only 3-4 times a year makes it extra special when you do.

"Shotaro! Sungchan! We're gonna watch some movies, what do you guys want to watch?"

At the mention of a movie marathon, both young boys look at each other briefly, before somehow telepathically agreeing on racing to the couch. They land next to you with belly-flops and giggles, hitting at one another as they shift comfortably in their seats.

"How about A Charlie Brown Christmas?" Jaehyun suggests with a friendly smile, looking up to the two boys for their confirmation. You thought they would agree, even you would, but apparently they had different plans.

Shotaro deadpans at the childish option, "Are you serious? What's a Christmas movie night without starting with Polar Express? I swear you adults have no taste." There's a nod from Sungchan, as he nudges for his best friend as some kind of hyping up action. They stop and laugh mischievously for a moment, elbowing and knee bumping, you don't understand at all. You miss having friends as a child.

You try to stifle your laugh at the look on Jaehyun's face, but you seem to fail so, a small snicker coming from you as he selects Polar Express with dark eyes. Your brother walks to his empty armchair, plopping down with a deep sigh.

Maybe Sungchan and Shotaro are right, Christmas marathons must start with Polar Express, It's just how it is. Or maybe A Christmas Carol, but that scared Sungchan so it's no longer and option.

At this point, you don't realize your mother and boyfriend walking in the living room from the kitchen, where your boyfriend insisted on helping with the dishes, the movie already captivating your attention as you stare at the familiar scene you've watched just so many times already. Donghyuck flops to the far left, next to Yuta, and instantly melts into the warm atmosphere, his attention adverting to the TV screen as well.

It's just halfway through the long movie when both young boys completely pass out, of course they weren't going to last that long. Shotaro is leaning on your shoulder, mouth open with small, quiet sneers pouring out his lips peacefully. Your younger brother is leaning forward next to his friend, occasionally nodding awake but falling asleep only seconds later.

You want to reach out past Shotaro and bring his head to your lap or something, but that would just wake the young boy on your shoulder. Instead, you just keep an eye out for him, and make sure to always check up on him.

Just to your luck, Donghyuck notices as well all the way from the other couch, and decides to take action when Sungchan almost face-plants to the floor. He swiftly stands up to pick your brother up to replace himself in the spot, and drape Sungchan's body over his as he secures him in a warm embrace.

At first, you're shocked and taken aback, Donghyuck was always unexpected but you never would have thought he'd cuddle your brother. It's a warming sight to see, 2 important people in your life being so comfortable and affectionate despite knowing each other only for a short span of time.

Donghyuck rubs Sungchan's back with care when he shifts in his embrace, eventually pressing his plush cheek flush against his shoulder, lips puckering out adorably.

A sudden wave of gratitude splashes over you like the waves washing up on the shore, towards nobody in particular. You're just very grateful for the fact that you have such a nice family, a warming family that will always welcome you with open arms whenever, grateful to Jaemin who introduced you to Donghyuck, grateful for having a chance to be in such an atmosphere.

This Christmas is very special to you, your boyfriend and your family meeting, you honestly thought they wouldn't like him that much, but now you're pretty sure they love him more than you do.

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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"The problem of pain is that I cannot feel my father's, and he cannot feel mine. This, I suppose, is also the essential mercy of pain." -Eula Bids.

He looks serious and soft and mischievous and beautiful. Alec wants to marry him yesterday. 💙💙💙💙💙

Magnus with cats is my reason to live<3333 Also I will make an official request for Magnus to name all my pets pls🥺

I smell problems... Well, fuck.

Student loans are fucking insane!!! How the fuck do people do it?!?!

Ok, but the fact that Robert asked for Magnus opinion about this... ✨YES✨

I love you. And I will do everything in my power to hold onto that love. See... That’s kinda the thing...

FUCK YOU CAMILLE!!I HATE YOU!!

Rafael making future plans with Anjali🥺🥺😭😭

He is just Rafael. But he knows someone like him will never be defined by his first name. Only his last. not crying over this :)) it is all ok :))

And unlike Rafael, who is a creature that adapts, Bapak is a creature that migrates. Have I mentioned how much I fucking love metaphors?!?! ✨wow✨

I know Max is always a mood, but Rafael?? Holy shit that boy hits too close to my heart. MOOD AS FUCK🥺

"But if you start doing things just because you can, you will never know when to stop.” Alastair is so wise and sexy ngl.

Now the eating thing makes sense....

I FUCKING KNEW IT!! ALEC WAS THE ONE THAT ASKED HIM TO DO IT!! HOLY FUCK THIS SCENE?!? HEARTBREAKING💔

“Don’t make me. Please don’t make me,” Rafael cries. “Daddy. Please don’t make me do this.” Him speaking in spanish and asking him not to do it. No me puedes hacer esto y esperar que este bien!! Voy a estar pensando en esta escena 24/7 😭😭😭

God that was just so much pressure on him!! And too many expectations!! He is a kid!! Can I kidnapp him and just keep him safe from everything and everyone????

No, you dont undestand. I was sitting next to my father trying not to cry bc if this and I didn’t succeed huh!!! 😭😭😭

"Help me keep my Magnus safe.” FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK-

That being the reason Alec didn't let him move to London. I AM NOT OK *SCREAMING INTENSIFIES*

Max talks too much. Rafael doesn’t talk enough. No but the way this is literally my sister and me jdhdkndkd (I am Rafe 100%)

Catarina is wise and beautiful!! I'm love her!! 💙

Fish Alec and Max are everything that is right in this chapter, I dont make the rules😌

The fact that even if he is drunk, he still has a solution and he does it by himself is making me emo ok?!?!

Is this what it’s like for all parents? To helplessly watch your children turn into a mini version of yourself? I'm not FINE 😭😭

If your child is scared to show you their pain, then you have failed. THIS>>>

The list halfway done omfg🙂

FUCKING FUCK. THIS SCENE OMFG. I'm not even angry at Rafael bc that boy has finally blow up and it was just a matter of time...

"He can decide he wants sole custody. Let’s just all accommodate whatever the fuck he wants. Max can fuck his own cousin and you would just-" I leight screamed at this. is he wrong?? Not about the cousin thing tho, I wont allow Mavid slander!! 😤

“You haven’t been my father in a very long time,” Rafael repeats in a whisper. “And I have been everything to you." 💔💔💔💔

NOT MY ROSEWOOD PLEASE I NEED TO DRAW THE ANGST LINE SOMEWHERE KDHDJDJDK

“I have felt anything but like your son,” Rafael cries. “I have felt like I’m your parent. Like I’m your boyfriend. Like I’m your nurse. I’m not any of that, bapak. I’m your son. I’m your fucking son. So, why doesn’t it feel like that?” THIS PAIN BUT HE RIGHT. MAGNUS FAULT? NO. BUT THIS BOY HAS BEEN CARRYING TOO MUCH!!!

"Fuck. Fuck, bapak. I don’t even know. Nobody ever asks me what I want. Now I don’t fucking know anymore.” I'm dead. bye😭

“I wish I hadn’t found you.” The tears fall then. “I wish I hadn’t found dad in Buenos Aires,” Rafael says, his eyes closed. “I wish I hadn’t found you in your bedroom that day.” NO. FUCK. AHDJDJKDJDK. I AM CRYING AT THIS POINT. PAIN. THATS IT🔪

I dont know what to say other than I loved, loved, loved the angst and pain in this chapter. I could do a whole analysis on this family istg-

Anyway, I'M LOVE THIS ANGSTY HOES BUT HELL IF THEY DONT NEED SOME MORE BRAINCELLS

10000/10 every time I think it cant get any better, you somehow do it...HOW???💚

I have a tiktok for you of Rafe 🥺

#tlnd

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strangeradventuresofp · 4 years

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family meeting (diego x reader)

requested by : anon - Hello! I love your writing, and I was wondering if I could request Diego Hargreeves x reader, where they’ve been dating for a little while, and she insists on meeting his siblings? A little bit of family chaos, and a ton of fluff? Love you!💕💕

a/n : NONNY ur too sweet thank u so much my gosh and thank u for the request <3333 i hope that you enjoy this and thank u again!<3

After months and weeks of convincing your boyfriend, it was finally the night. You were going to have dinner with the Umbrella Academy, your boyfriend’s siblings. You didn’t know much about them, only what you had known whilst growing up. Diego didn’t really speak that much of them. He seemed to get tense whenever you had mentioned meeting his family, and forever refused. That was until you had told him that if he wanted to get serious, you were going to have to meet his family. Just like he was going to have to meet yours, but that could wait.

You couldn’t contain your excitement. You had longed to meet Diego’s family and now you finally were. The two of you walked up to the doors of the Academy, resting your hand on the handle. Diego took a deep breath, as if preparing himself and you left go, turning to him, holding his hands in yours.

“Listen. Whatever happens, I’ll still love you. You don’t have to worry about losing me, I’m right here. I’ll always be right here.” You smiled, pressing a feather light kiss to the corner of his mouth before hauling open the door. He returned the smile before anxiously following you inside.

Immediately, a woman with caramel curls came bounding up to you. You grinned at her.

“Hi! I’m Allison. It’s so good to finally meet you!” She pulled you into a hug and you smiled, hugging her back.

“It’s good to meet you too! I’m Y/N.”

“Please, come in.” You followed her through to the kitchen, where the food was being prepared. There were three other siblings in the kitchen. “This is Vanya, Luther and Five.” Another woman, she seemed very timid. A very tall, brawny man, who looked rather uncomfortable and a child, drinking coffee.

“Everyone, this is Y/N.” The timid woman gave you a little wave, paired with a quiet ‘hello’ and you smiled at her. The big man gave you an awkward nod and the child cleared his throat, not interacting with you in the slightest.

“Quite a warm welcome.” You laughed, seemingly making the two adults chuckle at the very least.

Not much was said before dinner arrived on the table. You took the opportunity to try to get to know everyone better, and with Allison’s help, you managed to get the others talking in no time. On the table, there was a spare meal steaming in front of one of the seats and you frowned, pointing to it with your knife while you swallowed the food in your mouth.

“Who is that for?” You asked, turning your head to Diego.

“Oh, just Klaus.”

“Klaus?”

“My stoner brother.” Diego chuckled and you smiled, continuing to eat your food until another’s presence was announced, rather obnoxiously.

“Ooh, we have a guest!” Klaus sang, clapping his hands, but stopped when you turned around to face him. “Hey, Y/N. Are you here for me?” He winked, swinging his hips around in a sexual manner and you cleared your throat.

“No, I’m—I’m here with your brother.” You replied awkwardly, avoiding the gazes of those of the rest of the family that surrounded you.

“Babe, what is he talking about?” Diego asked you and you shrugged, scratching the back of your neck, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

“Babe? Oh.” A sudden look of terror slapped Klaus across the face. “Oh.”

The remainder of the evening continued quite uncomfortably, so much so that Diego had took it upon himself to pull you to the side, to ask if you were alright.

“Me? Oh, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“You’re acting weird. Did something happen?”

“Nope, not at all.” You convinced, but Diego just frowned disappointedly. “Wait.”

“There is something.” You sighed, pinched the bridge of your nose. “I don’t exactly know how to say this. And you have to promise not to hate me when I do.” Diego’s brows drew together in confusion and you took a deep breath, swallowing thickly, cheeks turning pink.

“Me and your brother have hooked up a couple of times in the past.”

Diego blinked. “What?”

“Please don’t make me say it again.”

It was just in that moment where Klaus waltzed over with a bottle in his hand, slurring his words, putting his arm around Diego’s shoulder.

“It’s true!”

“But I thought—”

“I’m pansexual. And we were both out of our faces.”

“Oh.” Diego said. He brows furrowed further, his eyes widening. “Wait, you guys had sex?”

“No! God, no. No offence.” You half-apologized and Diego seemed to be able to breathe again.

“None taken.”

Your heart ached for the rest of the evening. You and Diego made your way home and you immediately made for the bedroom, burying yourself under the covers, on the furthest end of the bed. It would surprise you if Diego even came to bed with you tonight. You could hear him in the shower, your heart dropping when the water turned off. A sigh escaped your lips after a while, and you closed your eyes.

Suddenly, a pair of large, warm arms wrapped around your tummy, pulling your back against a hot, bare chest.

“I thought—”

“Y/N, I still love you. Just because you kissed my brother a couple of times when you were off your face doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore. Now, come here.” His low voice rumbled in his chest and your chest filled with nothing but pure love for the man that held you. You twisted around, so your chests were bare against each other and his lips gently found yours.

“I love you.” A gentle kiss was pressed to your forehead and you smiled, closing your eyes, hugging against your beloved boyfriend for warmth in the night.

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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C’mere, love // Patrick Verona x Reader // period comfort

Summary: The gates of hell have ascended upon you this day. Painkillers aren’t touching your cramps. Chocolate isn’t helping you with those feel good hormones. You are grouchy, sore, achy and tired. Frustrated with your body to the point of tears does Patrick work some of his magic on you in the form of cuddles. <3

Warnings - mentions of blood, cramps, nausea, painkillers... all the usual period stuff. “It’s a gift from Mother Nature/God/whomever” - yeah, well, have they got a receipt? I have some complaints and I want a refund on this shit lmao. My uterus is never gonna be used anyway so may as well remove it pffft.

Written for @jokershyena - ilyyyyyyy~ <3333 I hope you like this!!! It’s more than fine if you don’t ksksks I’m happy to write you smthn else instead <3

If you’re new here, then I write Patrick to be 19 - 22 years old; you can change this as you see fit.

Word count: 1, 137.

Appropriate gif is appropriate... I, too, feel stabby during that time of the month skskskk J’s so proud of him <3

It may have only been four thirty in the afternoon, but you were already in your pyjamas and tucked up in bed. Your duvet perfectly shielded your body from the room and though the curtains were shut did the room seem just a bit too bright, and so your head was beneath the duvet, too. Only the crown of your head was visible to the room, curled up were you in the foetal position.

Oh, but your body ached. The painkillers you had taken had only barely grazed the surface of the iceberg, the sharp stabbing pains which started low in your stomach spreading like wildfire throughout the rest of your body. You breathed in deeply through your nose, doing your best to not move too much, even with how uncomfortable you felt right now. The darkness which surrounded you was comforting, and you wished that you could sink into it forever; to sleep until your period was over. You would wake with it all over until next month.

Please?

You sighed, feeling drowsy even with the pain which was wracking your system, and thoughts of Patrick crossed your mind. You hadn’t seen him for a few hours; he was off doing who knew what. You loved him, you really and truly did, but right now you couldn’t bring yourself to care; so great was the pain that it took over all other conscious thoughts.

From threshold consciousness were you ripped as your bedroom door slammed open and you heard the heavy muted thudding of booted footsteps. “Hey, Y/N. What’d I miss?”

You groaned, long and hard as you squeezed your eyes shut against your rising irritation. You flipped the duvet back with a dramatic whining of your boyfriend’s name. “Paaaaat, I was almost asleep!”

“Whoa,” A chuckle to mask his confusion, “Someone’s got her panties in a twist.” With his face scrunched up did Patrick come around to where you were lying, peering down at you. “Why are you in bed? Are you okay?”

A hand came up to brush your hair away from your face and you leaned into Patrick’s careful touch. “Ye-ah,” The affirmation was broken up with a sharp inhalation as a sharper stabbing ran through your lower abdomen, making you wince.

All sarcasm dropped away as Patrick bent at the waist to peer down at you, his chocolate gaze intent with worry. “What is it?”

You shook your head. “Nothing I haven’t dealt with a thousand times before.”

Patrick nodded slowly before his eyes brightened in understanding. He toed off his boots and then clambered carefully over you to get to the other side of the bed. He got comfortable beside you, shuffling up behind you with measured movements. Oh, but he was so good to you, even and most especially when you felt like you didn’t know what you wanted or needed. Right now, you just wanted to sink into his touch and go to sleep, to forget the world and your own body.

“C’mere, love.” Patrick peppered kisses to the back of your neck, his careful touch moving your hair out of the way. His full lips lavished as much love on your as he could as one arm wrapped carefully around your waist. “Where do you want me, Y/N? Let me help you.”

You grabbed his hot hand, like a heater was he, and slid it just beneath the waistband of the loosest bottoms you owned, pressing his hand gently against the dark strip of skin there. Immediately did Patrick press his lips to your neck, holding them there as his fingers rubbed slow, tender circles into your skin.

“Did you take something?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Didn’t help much though.”

Patrick wasn’t stupid. He knew what periods were and he knew how difficult they were; he paid attention in biology, even if it didn’t look like it. He knew that there was nothing he could say, nothing he could really do to help you. He could only be there for you in all the ways you needed him to be; which mostly came in the form of cuddles.

The apex between your thighs was throbbing in discomfort, your entire body full of pain as you pressed back into the solid heat of Patrick’s body. Patrick hummed in sympathy and bestowed upon your neck a series of slow, full lipped and tender kisses, his fingers soothing across the surface of your skin. He was careful, delicate, as if you were made of glass and you would break.

Even so, you kept your hand atop his and pressed his touch down, wanting something firmer, more solid against your skin. Patrick followed your lead, easily figuring out what you needed, and the front of his legs were wholly pressed against the backs of yours, the duvet molding itself to your bodies.

“Thank you, Patrick.”

He hummed against your skin, the entire vibe of him full of sympathy and of so much love that he almost didn’t know what to do with himself. Almost. He didn’t speak, he didn’t have to. You could hear those two words as easily as if he had spoken them aloud. Instead did he speak his deepest and most satisfying truth. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, pretty boy.”

You turned slowly, slowly, in his arms and burrowed your face into the warm crook of his neck. Patrick gave you the time to get comfortable before he fit himself around you, like a protective cage between you and the rest of the room. He pulled the duvet up and over the both of your heads, and the two of you stayed like that until long after the sun had dipped back below the horizon; who cared that you would likely be up for most of the night because you had slept for so long in the early evening?

“You think I’m a pretty boy?”

“The prettiest.”

A quiet but genuine chuckle rumbled through Patrick’s chest and you smiled at the sound, closing your eyes to savour it even more. Nothing mattered more than moments like this. Moments in which Patrick would dip his head to press kisses to your forehead, one arm carefully draped over your waist and the other rubbing down and down your back in fluid, soothing motions, his scent filling your nostrils as all that he was became all that you knew.

It was the two of you against the world and you wouldn’t have it any other way. No matter what you went through, within yourself or the world, no matter who you became or what you did, Patrick would always be there to look after you. He had been through so much and suffered a lot, as had you, and the two of you could and would conquer anything and everything.

Patrick Verona @jokershyena @loveletterstoledger @itsthejoker@royaleclownx @tsukiakarinobara @arianatheangelworld

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anon-luv · 6 years

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Heartbeat ❥ Prologue ❥ (Yoongi X Reader)

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Angst/Romance SliceofLIfeAu SingleDadAu

WordCount: 1.5K+

POV: 2nd POV. The prologue will be in 3rd.

Trigger Warning: There will be mentions of Adult themes such as depression, death, and smut. This is not a pink and fluffy story. A fair warning to my readers... I cried while making the outline.

Summary: You had accepted you were going to die from a young age. Your weak heart had a timeline, but a second chance in life was given to you as you were given a heart transplant. Along with a new heart came a sense of guilt for the life that was lost as yours was given back.

A new a little family has now arrived in your putting in your path a single father and his young bright daughter. They come with a grief of their own, but for some reason, every moment you spend by their side rids you of your own. You are growing attached and addicted to their company, and you are not quite sure if that is a good or bad thing...

♬ Playlist ♬

♥ Story ♥

❥ Prologue ❥ ❥ ONE❥

Author’s Note:

Hello lovelys,

A few weeks ago I received a message, a message that made me feel a bit down. One of my readers passed away at a very young age. Someone close to her let me know how much she enjoyed my writing and how much she loved BTS. It was then I decided I would write something dedicated to her. Her bias was Yoongi so of course, this story is going to be Yoongi-filled.

I love you all so much, and I am sorry sometimes I take long to update. I have a lot going on in my life at times and as much as I love writing my schedule gets overly crowded. I hope you all will enjoy.

The playlist will be added to as the story progresses. Music Reccomendations appreciated like always. I use music a lot as inpsiration.

I will be posting the actual first chapter as soon as I am done editing

Leave me feedback and loves and I will do the same in your page :D

I want to get to know all of you. If you all post your own stories let me know, and I will make sure to take a look :D

Love Always,

An-

♪ If you believe that everything's alright You won't be all alone tonight And I'd be blessed by the light of your company, Slowly lifting me to somewhere new ♪

There was always something about the way she smiled up at the sky as if she knew she would be joining the stars that twinkled oh so brightly in that chilly autumn night. Her hair danced around with the wind as her eyes sparkled with love and curiosity of the future, she prayed for every night would be alongside the grumpy yet amazing man she had come to love from a very young age-- Yoongi.

That was the image that flashed to his mind as he watched the bright headlights approaching, and then as if by magic everything went pitch black.

Sirens, that was what woke him up as his sore body trembled, his knuckles turning white as he tried ripping the seatbelt off to be able and try to reach out to her.

“Are you okay sir??” he heard a male voice say loudly from outside his car door. He could feel a warm trickle of blood traveling down his forehead.

Red and blue alternating lights flashing rapidly twinkled blinding his already incoherent vision. He had grown numb to the chilly winds that were biting away into his goosebumps-filled skin. All he could think about was her. The girl who had been singing along quite out of tune beside him as they drove through the dark highway just for a mere ice cream she had been craving.

His kid, his child. The one that would be born in just a few weeks. Soft kicks from within his wife-to-be’s swollen belly announcing his baby’s already potent strength, just like her mother he thought every time he would whisper as he rested his forehead against the bump and whispered promises and fairytales only to receive a little push of encouragement from his little princess, he longed to be able to hold in his arms already.

“Sir, we need to get you out of the car, and into the ambulance,” Yoongi heard the paramedic address him again.

Yoongi turned towards the passenger seat, where the love of his life had been a few minutes ago only to find it empty.

The paramedic noticed the bewildered expression on the young man’s and he quickly informed him of the situation to ease his mind, “She has been extricated and taken to the ambulance. She is pregnant… do you know how far along, sir??”

“Thirty-six weeks…. a girl...the baby is a girl” Yoongi replied monotonously, “Can I go with her??”

“We have to make sure you are alright. You are bleeding….” the paramedic tried to explain to a worried Yoongi.

“It doesn’t matter. I just want to be with her. I can get a checkup at the hospital” Yoongi tried reasoning with the concerned looking older man.

“Fine, but you have to ride up front and maintain calm sir.”

Yoongi nodded, “I will thank you”

The paramedic aided Yoongi out of the car and proceeded to escort him to the ambulance closest to the car. There was 2 medics already inside from what he could see, and on the stretcher laying down was his love. A bruise was already forming all along the side of her face, a bit of blood traveled down her nose into her rosy lips. He shut his eyes tightly and then gained enough courage to look toward his crumpled car. It was totaled, it was a miracle he was able to walk out and about without much trouble from the damage he could see. The 18-wheeler at fault was parked along the curb with only a small scratch to show from the havoc it had caused tonight. The driver was nowhere to be seen as Yoongi’s blood boiled.

“Sir, we have to go” the medic advices Yoongi as he escorted him to the front seat, advising him to buckle up.

“Her breathing is getting shallow let’s ventilate her… her o2 is dropping pass me the BVM…. 18-gauge right ac” Yoongi could hear the medics on the back discussing as the one that had previously accompanied him into the car now sat beside him.

“We are going to be taking you to the closest hospital due to her condition” he simply said as he started driving on.

“She is at sinus Brady now….pulse at 36….wait no pulse...let’s start compressions” he could hear the bits and pieces of conversations as the sirens continued to roar through the streets.

Yoongi closed his eyes and prayed. Prayed for his girl, the one he had promised a dreamlike future, the one who kissed his grumpy ass awake every morning, the one he was to marry in 6 months, the one whose smile would light up the darkest of days. Yoongi prayed for his daughter who hadn’t even taken her first breath, the baby whose cry and laughter he was longing to be able to witness in his life, and her little eyes who had not yet had a chance to discover and explore. Yoongi prayed for the world to forgive every moment he took for granted, and every sin he committed throughout his life. Yoongi prayed for God to take him instead, and not them. Yoongi prayed for mercy. Yoongi prayed for strength. Yoongi prayed for hope.

It had felt like an eternity, but as the hospital came into view Yoongi could feel himself relax a bit.

As soon as the ambulance came to a stop, he jumped out without much regard for the people around him. He saw the stretcher surrounded by the medical staff that had been waiting for their arrival right outside the emergency room.

“20-year-old female. MVC. 36 weeks single pregnancy. Compressions were started 2 minutes ago when she coded in route, 1 round of epi, Monitor showing asystole, intubated 21 at the lip, med history and allergies unknown” was what he heard as they rolled her away into the er trauma room.

“TRAUMA ER ROOM 3” he heard the speaker announce as a rush of more medical staff arrived like a tsunami surrounding him. An arm stretched out his way snapping him out of the trance he had found himself under, “Sir, we need you to keep calm, and answer a few questions for me, are you her husband??”

“No... fiancé… is she going to be alright??” Yoongi asked already knowing the answer.

The lady who had taken him aside looked at him with saddened eyes, “Does she have any previous medical history or allergies??”

“No… no nothing other than a few colds” Yoongi replied as he stared longingly at the room where he knew her fragile body laid.

“We need to confirm the information we got is accurate,” the lady said softly trying not to alter the young man, “Delilah birthday Dec 18, 1993. Address: 3333 Rose Lane. Emergency Contact: Min Yoongi 55555555. Organ donor”

Yoongi nodded, “Correct”

A doctor came out of the room looking a bit out of breath as he walked towards Yoongi, the lady who had been standing before him walked away without a word as the doctor now spoke to him in a grim voice, “We were able to get a pulse back, but she was without proper perfusion for quite some time. She needs an emergency C-section. Are you the father?”

Yoongi nodded not sure of how to speak out loud without having a breakdown.

“Sir we need you to approve the surgery in order for us to proceed. The baby’s heartbeats are strong, but due to the condition of the patient we don’t know…”

Yoongi’s brain was scattered, but one thing was for sure…. the love his fiancé had for her unborn child was unconditional and he knew what she would have wanted if the question had been directed at her.

“C-section...okay. Is Delilah going to be alright??” Yoongi asked as his voice trembled. The numbness that had taken over his emotions from the crash bounced away as the upcoming tears threaten to spill over.

“We can’t tell the amount of damage she took, without the tests. We will prep her for surgery after a few more tests are done. In her License it states she is an organ donor…. it is a question we have to ask when patients are in this severe of a condition”

“D … yeah she … wanted to always help as much as she could” Yoongi heard himself sobbing between words as his shoulders now trembled. He could see himself falling deeper and deeper into despair as if he was floating outside his body witnessing everything around him like an audience more than a participant.

Once again Yoongi fell on his knees and prayed as he saw the love of his life being taken away slowly. Yoongi saw her pale fragile body as his faith dissipated into nothingness. She was gone…he knew.

That night at the strike of midnight, Yoongi heard a cry throughout the surgical room where he stood frozen in place, overwhelmed from the ongoing activity around him announcing a new life had been welcomed into the world. A small swollen baby placed into his arms. A little girl who had not yet seen how unfair this world was. A baby girl he would protect and walk to the end of the world for. His little princess. The joy that had started to blossom into his heart ripped to shreds as the doctor came in shutting the door behind him. A treasured life had walked into his life that night… just as one walked out.

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katecarteir · 6 years

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when tomorrow comes (i’ll be on my own)

rating: mature

pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier

summary: Richie pushed himself up on his elbows and smirked. “You know, Eddie my love, we suddenly have great potential right here. Don’t you remember what it was like? Back in Derry… all the sneaking around, the thrill of getting caught all the time? What an adrenaline rush!”

“What a constant risk of anxiety attack you mean,” Eddie corrected, but he was grinning too. “But yeah, it was pretty exciting. What’s your point?”

“What if… and really hear me out here, Eds… we just let them think we were broken up?”

chapter count: 4/7

Eddie trailed the tips of his fingers down Richie’s bare back, smiling to himself as his boyfriend shivered in his sleep at the touch. Eddie hadn’t originally planned to actually spend the entire weekend hauled up in Richie’s dorm room, but it seemed that Richie had know him better than Eddie had expected. Aside from Richie occasionally taking a walk around to campus to find food or drink, Eddie and his boyfriend had effectively been turned into experimental rats that pressed the pleasure button instead of the food button until they died.

Thankfully enough, they hadn’t died but Eddie had truly waited until the very last possible second to leave the warmth of Richie’s arms. If he didn’t walk out of this room in the next minute or so, he greatly risked running into Stan and Patty are their ways back to campus. Heart hanging heavy in his stomach, he tugs on his same pair of jeans from Friday afternoon and mourned that this was the first time in two days he’d been wearing something more than a pair of boxers.

Knowing it was a risk, but not being to hold himself back, Eddie reached out and scoop up one of Richie’s soft white Ts with a terrible puns on them from the floor and pulled it on instead of his salmon polo that he’d come over in. Bill would immediately recognize the shirt as Richie’s, and it did little to cover the purple bruises that danced up from chest and over a long part of his neck. Eddie was ducking out of Richie’s room while Richie slept, feeling utterly like he were bailing after a one night stand, and he couldn’t bare the only thing he be leaving with being those marks.

To King Trashmouth <3: hey sorry i didn’t wake you figured you needed the rest after this weekend ;) i love you see you soon

Shoving his phone into his back pocket and wiping at his damp eyes, Eddie didn’t see the people walking down the hall towards him until he nearly collided with them. Stepping back, Eddie cursed himself for taking the short walk. In the week or so since he and Richie had told everybody they’d broken up, Eddie had seen very little of Stanley Uris and Patty Blum. It was the same, Eddie figured, for Richie with Bill and Audra. What had been a tight group of friends since the first week of freshman year was now fractured, and Eddie was suddenly floored by the realization that this was like a sneak preview of what life would be like if he and Richie ever truly broke up.

It took every inch of self restrain he possessed in his entire body not to turn and run back to Richie. To toss himself back into the bed and curl up in his boyfriend’s arms. But he noted then, the way Stan was looking at him, looking at his shirt, at his marks and the urge to throw up over come to the urge to return to Richie.

He watched the expressions dance over Stan’s face; confusion, then realisation, then anger. The clench of his jaw, the flash of his eyes. Patty shifted awkward on the heels of her feet, seemingly avoiding meeting Eddie’s gaze. “Eddie,” Stan said, voice shift. “That’s Richie’s shirt.”

It’s not a question, but Eddie nods in response anyway. Out of everybody he’d met in college, Stan was the friend he was the least close to. It was funny in way, considering how often Richie would constantly tell Eddie that he though he and Stan were so similar. “Not in like… sexy fun times with Richie way but kind of like… if I got dirt on shirt you’d freak out kind of way.”

“Eddie…” Stan said slowly, jaw clenching for a moment. His eyes burned at the marks leading up from the collar of Richie’s shirt. “You can’t pull this shit, okay? Richie can’t handle you jerking him around. He’s a mess.”

Eddie crinkled his brow, licking his bottom lip in lieu of giving a response. There wasn’t anything he could say without completely exposing himself and Richie, and while he knew that at this point their stupid bet had turned deeply into overkill, but Eddie was too dedicated by now. He was also more than a little interested to hear just how Stan figured Richie was a mess.

“He barely leaves the dorm room except for classes,” Stan continued as Eddie knew he would if Eddie didn’t speak up to defend himself. “When he finishes Brooklyn Nine Nine, he just starts it over from the beginning! And he takes really long showers.”

“He what?” Eddie blinked, shaking his head slightly. Stan looked highly put-out, like he was moments away from stomping his foot, if he wasn’t so aggressively mature. “

“He takes really long showers, he never used to.” Stan said slowly. “I think that’s where he cries, because he doesn’t want to do it where I can hear him.”

Eddie’s face suddenly burned at the thought of the amount of times in the past few weeks that he’d snuck into the wet space to share Richie’s shower with him. Of course Richie’s showers were longer than usual, but there wasn’t a whole lot of crying going on.

“I think you’re seeing whatever you want to see, Stan,” Eddie said lightly. “You don’t know what Richie’s feeling.”

“And you do?” Stan laughed almost bitterly. “You dumped him for no good reason, you’re already going on dates with other people and now you’re crawling into his bed the first chance you get and fucking with his head even more? I thought you were better than that, Eddie.”

As Stan stomped off down the hall and Patty gave a sympathetic smile, Eddie gave himself a short moment to feel bad for himself. The last thing he wanted was anybody to think he was some sort of arrogant bastard just looking to get some good dick, or that he was using Richie. He, of course, knew that neither of those things were true and Richie knew it, too… but it still made Eddie feel a little sick that anything would lead Stan to believe such horrible things of him.

It did, though, leave a small warmth in Eddie’s chest to know that Richie had a friend like Stan who was go willingly to go toe-to-toe for him over a break up. Eddie’s best friends’ idea of helping was trying to get him laid with an almost scary amount of passion.

“I hope you know I absolutely did not agree to this.” Eddie said, leaning against then wall in protest as the party raged on around him. “I didn’t agree to this in any way, shape or form.”

Bill rolled his eyes. “You refused to download Tinder, we’re compromising!”

“A compromise requires consent!” Eddie shot back, eyes trailing over to where Richie was trying fruitlessly to tug Ben Hanscom up onto a table with him. Eddie fought back a grin, knowing his boyfriend was the furthest thing from drunk, just simply a menace to society. “Not sure why you thought this was going to be helpful in getting me to move on.”

“It did not occur me that Ruh-Richie would be here,” Bill said mildly as Audra arrived with a drink in both hands. Bill reached out for one only to be greeted with an unimpressed smirk as Audra took a sip from both in succession of the other. “There’s uhm.. somebody we wanted you to meet, actually but if Ruh-Ruh-“

“If Richie being hear makes this too awkward then don’t worry about it.” Audra finished for him, placing a reassuring hand on Bill’s shoulder and squeezing. Eddie pursed his lips, glancing over his shoulder at boy who was clearly standing a safe distance away. His brown hair was pushed into a ponytail, giving the hint of curls, and his eyes were hiding behind thick rimmed glasses, prompting Eddie to hide an eye roll.

Shaking his head, he pulled out his phone and didn’t bother to hid in his interest in texting. To king trashmouth<3: your knock off by the door. bill wants me to chat him up

Richie had Ben’s head between his thighs now, shouting something about going for a ride, when he struggled to yank his phone out of his back pocket without sending both himself and Ben tumbling to the ground. He glanced up, eyes finding the boy then moving through the room to land on Eddie. He grinned, then winked.

from king trashmouth<3: do you want me to cause a distraction

to king trashmouth<3: will this distraction get you arrested?

from king trashmouth<3: no but it will be very embarrassing for you

from king trashmouth<3: but it will get billy boy off your back for a while i say

to king trashmouth<3: i mean youre going to do it anyway aren’t you

from king trashmouth<3: mmmmm you know me <3333

Eddie sighed, putting his phone back into his pocket. “Fine. I guess it won’t hurt to meet him.” Bill absolutely beamed at Eddie’s response, taking hold of his arm and pulling him over happily.

“Justin, this is Eddie.” He said, stutter all but gone while Audra stood off to the side, frowning lightly. “Eddie is the hottest guy I know and just got out of a very serious, long term relationship and is ready to let loose.”

“Oh my God,” Eddie said, not bothering to whisper. Audra pressed both hands over her face and walked away shaking her head. During their freshman year and a large chunk of sophomore year- the PRE-Audra ear- Bill had a pretty well deserved reputation as fuckboy throughout campus. Eddie wouldn’t have been able to count the amount of times he was kicked out of his dorm room so Bill could fuck some girl Eddie knew he’d never see again. From the beginning, Audra had been different from that and from the moment Bill referred to them as “going on a date”, Eddie had known the girl was going to be sticking around for the long run. It seemed now, though, that Bill was trying to pawn off his fuckboy ways onto what he thinks is a newly single Eddie.

“I’ll let you two… talk,” he waggled his eyebrows at Eddie and leaned in a whisper about spending the night at Audra’s so Eddie could have the room to himself. Eddie made a disgusted noise, but made a mental note to text Richie about it later.

Justin reeked of weed and he was even less attractive up close. He slouched and their was mustard on his shirt. It was looking at a fifteen year old Richie Tozier, minus the braces. It made an uncomfortable feeling appear in Eddie’s throat, and he was already completely over this interaction.

Justin just leaned closer, Eddie resisted the urge to gag as the smell got stronger the closer Justin got. A hand came out to rest on Eddie’s wrist and Justin face was almost touching Eddie’s cheek. “So.. hear you’re looking for a good time?”

“Good time but not a long time?” Eddie asked breathily, closing his eyes. Come on, Richie…. Distraction any time now. It would be FUCKING LOVELY.

“Oh, baby boy, it can be as long as you’d like.” Okay, Eddie was going to throw up now. Right all over this guys’ ugly, mustard stained-

“Ay-yo, what the fresh fuck is this?”

Oh, thank fucking God. Eddie exhaled harshly, shoving away from Justin and trying his hardest to look like he’d been caught doing something wrong. He shoved his hands into his pockets and shifted around nervously, looking everywhere but at Richie. I love you, I love you, I think I love you like never before, he thought desperately, wondering if Richie knew.

“Who’s this, Eds?” Eddie watched Richie bite down on his bottom lip as the nickname slipped out. Their was crowd surrounding them now, Bev and Ben whispering frantically to each other. “It looks like you went out and tried to buy me at Wal Mart.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. How original, Richard. Eddie and Richie made eye contact, and Richie gave him just the slightest hint of a wink. It could’ve been a blink, to a mind less trained in the ways of Richie Tozier as Eddie’s was.

Richie only made one singular step towards Justin before Mike Hanlon seemed to appear out of nowhere, arms coming out and scooping Richie up above his shoulders as though he weight nothing. Richie responded as though nothing had happened as well. “I hope you drown in a bathtub! I hope you have aneurysm after aneurysm after aneurysm!”

Eddie bit down on his bottom lip and pressed himself up against the wall, eyes stuck on his feet. If he made eye contact with even one person right now, he’d burst out laughing and blow everything.

“Your ex must be fucking wasted,” Justin laughed, face bright red.

Eddie walked Richie being carried from the party that was already loosing interest. “Nope.” He said, smiling fondly. “Just a menace to society.”

to king trashmouth <3: bills spending the night at audras? see you in my dorm?

from king trashmouth<3: you know it bby 8======D

to king trashmouth<3: youre disgusting jfc

#reddie #reddie fic #it fanfiction #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #my writing #when tomorrow comes

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impalaimagining · 7 years

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PittCon Sunday

(sorry this is so late. my mind has been reeling since I stepped into Jensen’s hug. cut comes after the gold panel)

My heart was racing as I typed this because it contains the letters to Jared story and the interaction between he and I as I gave him the binder and reliving that moment is everything I ever wanted. My liiiffeeee <3333

Part One (Gold Panel):

They come walking down the glass bridge. Jensen waves. Jared pushes him aside and becomes the star of the show. Jared takes off his beanie and everybody screams (still don’t understand how he does it).

Someone in the second row continues to talk to Jared from her seat instead of waiting to be selected for a question. (*heavy eye rolling from me*)

Jared and Jensen are sleepy little dorks and I love it. They’re still running on Vancouver time. Jensen didn’t sleep Saturday night, he watched the hours roll by. Jared says we should’ve called Jensen and invited him out with us. Jensen’s got “about two hours of solid” him left before it gets either “really interesting or really boring.”

Jared realizes the actress who plays Hitler granddaughter is from Pittsburgh. They’re “chuggin’ along” with filming - already on episode six.

Jared says they’re still waiting for the call for season 14 renewal.

Fan is upset because Jensen promised to sing at SNS this year. He laughs and asks, “You believed that?!” He blames timezone switches and Rob, because Rob “likes Pittsburgh to himself.”

They’ve been on a juice diet because “summer was hard” on them (specifically Jared - who still looks incredible, by the way). As Jensen was walking on stage, he found a cup of goldfish crackers and stuffed a handful in his mouth. He comes on stage still chewing. They’re already talking about getting burgers for dinner Sunday night.

Jared envies people who can draw because he loves to do it but is “really bad at it.” Jensen makes a “mean stick figure.” They joke about they wish they could take their profession anywhere the way musicians and sketch artists/painters can. Jensen laughs and says he envisions Jared standing in front of a t-rex exhibit “To be! Or not to be!”

Jared takes on “Misha form!” while answering a question about their childhood memory. Jared tells the story of Tom starting kindergarten. He was flooded with emotions while the other parents were already used to taking their kids and just dropping them off. Meanwhile Jared is crying. Jensen says he has a lot of good childhood memories, but one of his favorite is his sixth birthday. He woke up and put on his cowboy outfit, complete with six-shooters and a sheriff’s badge. He walked outside and there was a horse in the yard for him to ride. Their yard wasn’t big, but he rode the horse in circles and shot his cap guns.

Jensen was never “into” sports medicine, but it was what he chose as he selected college major originally. Jensen says he thinks it would be fun to be a boat captain. Jared planned on going to school for engineering to follow in the footsteps of his brother. Instead, his brother ended up becoming a surgeon, and Jared thinks he would’ve followed that path as well. Jared’s other career options are doctor or teacher. “It’d be fun to be a wildlife photographer,” according to Jared. Jensen decides he wants to be a food and drink writer. Jared mocks avocado toast, Jensen says he’ll wolf one down if it allows him to travel to Italy.

Jared has so much trouble with his microphone.

They’ve never dreamed as Sam and Dean, but they dream about them and the set. Jared has had dreams about Kim Manners since his passing, where they talk, “which is... interesting.”

Danneel has to tell Jensen to stop using the Dean voice. Other times she’s like, “Can you please use the Dean voice...?”

Fan says alternate universe in s12 was out of left field but it was awesome. Asks if the boys have been surprised by anything the writers have thrown into the plot. Jensen says French Mistake. Jared says his big left field moment was when he traveled to Los Angeles before season 6 and met with Sera. She told him about soulless!Sam and he had to hide his gut reaction because he was right in front of her instead of being on the phone like he normally would be. Soulless!Sam is one of Jared’s favorite character twists.

Jensen would never rule theatre out of his life as a future option. He doesn’t currently have plans to return to the stage, but he wouldn’t mind going back. Jared says he hasn’t done theatre in a long time, and he loved it. It’s the “best training ground possible,” but it’s hard to keep it fresh. Jared compares theatre to doing squats for thirty minutes. Jensen laughs and mocks him. joking about never skipping leg day.

A fan is getting fired for being at the convention. Asks about binge watching because she has a lot of free time now. Jensen says he watched Ozark in a week. Jared says Breaking Bad, but he’s on to Ozark because of Jensen’s recommendation.

Fan gives suggestions for food places. A place called Burgatory. Jensen asks if there are any exits.

“Did someone say Sanchez?” - Jared... why

Unicorns or dragons? Jared: unicorns ‘cause they’re not going to kill me, and they fart rainbows. Jensen: I’m gonna go dragons. Speaking of dragons... anybody watch game of thrones? Jared jokes about Jensen ruining the show for him by mentioning dragons. Jensen asks if everyone is caught up. Fan says no. Jensen: “earmufffssss!” He thinks they totally ripped off the demon!Dean transformation scene.

Part Two:

Jensen Ackles photo op!

Was a little nervous but not really because like yeah he’s adorable and Jensen friggin Ackles but I didn’t have anything to tell him or show him so it was nothing like Misha (or Jared).

I walked up and said, “Hi! How are you?” He smiled and said, “I’m good. Tired. How are you?” I kind of yelled a little bit when I responded but it was so worth it. “Great now!” And then I proceeded to throw my arms around him and Chris took the picture. Jensen rubbed my shoulder as I was walking away.

His hugs are so soft and gentle. His voice is so sweet and smooth. Jensen Ackles smells amazing and he’s so... *sigh*

Part Three:

JARED. PADALECKI.

This is the motherfucking ultimate high point of my weekend. I met. I hugged. I got a photo with. Jared. Padalecki.

As I walked up, my heart was pounding let me tell you, boy. He smiles and says, “Hi!” oooh lawd his breath smells like booze and it’s something of my dreams (don’t ask.). I can smell his cologne. Y’all weren’t kidding when you said he uses a fuckton. I love it. I’m all giggly and nervous and I’m like, “I wanna show you something!”

I spin around and pull my hair back off my ear and show him my tattoo. He - I kid you not - screams over the music playing. “NO SHIT!” I nod and give him this giant smile. “That’s my handwriting!!!” Yes it is you big, beautiful man. “That’s awesome!” I’m in fuckin euphoria and I don’t even feel him lean against my head when Chris snaps the photo. I have no idea if I even looked into the camera at this point. I’m praying to God I did and as I leave, Jared gives me a little pat on the back and when I turn around, he’s still smiling at me. “Thanks so much!” I get a wink. I GET A MOTHERFUCKING JARED PADALECKI WINK I AM SIMULTANEOUSLY LIVING AND DYING. (the next person in line was already next to him while this is all happening, LOL)

I practically skip out of the room but there are no tears. How did I do this??? This man makes me so fucking happy I didn’t even cry??? Jared is my savior. That’s it.

Part Four:

Jim Beaver. What an adorable father-like man.

I’m thoroughly convinced he’s drunk when he comes on stage. Jim Beaver danced. Like... heavy footwork, light on his toes danced. He’s holding a coke can and I can pretty much guarantee it wasn’t just soda in that can.

I don’t remember much of his panel but the first thing he said was, “Hey idjits!”

A fan asked him to say balls. It was... kind of awesome.

A young girl came up to the mic to ask a question. He called her on stage and knelt down at her eye level. “Is that all you see???” She laughed. She has the same name as his daughter. They’re spelled the same way. “Are you my kid?? How weird would that be if my kid came all the way here and I didn’t know it. I didn’t buy her a plane ticket, I know that!” She asks her question (which I forget because I suck) and after he answers, he hugs her and sends her back off the stage.

Part Five:

J2 main panel. Boys come running down the center aisle through the crowd. Pretty convinced their body guards/handlers hate them lmao.

I’m not going to go through every question like I did for the gold panel. Jared and Jensen are perfect. That’s just about all you need to know.

Jared’s pretty sure he’s going to get in trouble for jumping. His back has been hurting. “The medicine, it works!”

It’s a glorious Sunday because “Dallas hasn’t played yet.”

Jared’s pretty sure turning 35 makes everything stop working.

Jim Beaver walks by in the glass bridge. Jared has the crowd yell “come back!”

Jensen thanks football fans for giving up opening day to be at the convention. Says it’s hard not to be in front of a tv on the first football Sunday. Terrible towels come out.

Jared compares having three kids to “drowning... and then someone throws you three kids.” Jensen originally only wanted one kid, but Danneel wanted three. They compromised on a second pregnancy. ... “You always find a way to get what you want, don’t you, ladies?”

Jensen apologizes for having to leave the J2 photo ops earlier in the day because Danneel had called him multiple times. He thought something was really wrong. When he called back, she asked if he could FaceTime quickly. Arrow was saying “dada.” “Unfortunately, it was our plumber that was there...”

If I had been playing the SPN Con drinking game I would’ve been wasted the entire weekend. Good Lord.

Jensen’s favorite episode to film was Baby. Jared’s favorites include episodes like Baby, French Mistake, Changing Channels, and Hollywood Babylon. It was the first time they were allowed to make fun of themselves and the industry. After filming Hollywood Babylon, they convinced the crew to give them the bigger trailers since they were already on set.

Working with kids depends on their parents.

Jared mentions GameBoy. Jensen has a moment like dude you’re so old why are you bringing up GameBoy. It becomes a running joke throughout the panel.

“Does your face hurt, Jensen?? Because it’s killin’ me!” ... dorks.

They turn off Sam and Dean when they go back to their real lives. It’s easy for them at this point to flip the switch of the emotional pain Sam and Dean go through because of their friends and especially their family.

Part Six: AUTOGRAPHS AND THE BINDER (!!!!!!)

Guys guys guys I’m freaking out at this point. I know how much trouble I could get in for giving something to Jared. The handlers are going to hate me. According to a friend, “They’ve kicked people out for less.” hashtag fuck.

Something happens with another fan and the woman announcing rows to head back to autos is wrapped up with other things. I waited so much longer than I should have. It was horrendous and put me that much more on edge.

Finally my row is called. I’m only in the fourth row. Why did it take this long.

Steve Miller Band is playing from Jared’s phone onto a bluetooth speaker while I’m standing in line. When I get to him, it’s Fly Like An Eagle.

“How’re you, sweetheart?” *dies* He signs my book. “Did you read it?” I nod and say yes, of course. “And...?!” I told him I loved it and I thought it was very brave of him to share as much and as honestly as he did. He smiles and then I bring up the binder.

Me: “I actually have something to give to you, and I know it could get me in a lot of crap for doing it this way. This is a project I put together. It’s letters from me and a lot of my friends because we just wanted to thank you for what you’ve done and let you know how much you mean to us. I don’t expect you to read them all, there’s a lot of them in there.” J: “I do like to read! *he’s flipping through them, paging to see just how many there are* No way! Damn girl!!!” Me: “It’s just something we did for you.” J: “Thank you. Thank you very much. Please pass on my gratitude to whoever sent you a letter.” Me: “I will, thank you!!!” J: “Thank you.” AND THE FREAKIN’ SMILE OMG.

I don’t know how I lived. I don’t know how me and my shaky knees made it to Jensen’s autograph line but I did and he is such a sweetheart, my goodness.

I slipped Jensen my book and he was just so tired omg it’s so sad and adorable. He signed the wrong page of my FDEWB book because sleeeepy.

He slid it across the table to me and I thanked him for everything. He said “You’re welcome.” And patted the back of my hand and again, *i die*

THUS CONCLUDES MY FIRST EVER CON WEEKEND MY LIFE HAS BEEN MADE AND JARED HAS THE LETTERS AND MY SHIRT /STILL/ SMELLS LIKE HIM.

#Taylor Takes PittCon #PittCon 2017: The Jared Padalecki Project #PittCon2017 #PittCon #SPNPitt #Supernatural PittCon #Supernatural Pittsburgh

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tcm--holland · 7 years

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blush // peter parker

request from anon: Can you write something with peter crushing on a girl who's more chubby than ripped?? Like she's still a vigilante but she's more 'girl in the chair' yet still clever and quick witted?

word count: about 1k

a/n: this anon was very cute! tbh I wish I could write several parts to all of these requests like threat, but it’s very very time consuming and school is starting in 2 days for me (!!!) hope you guys like this short and sweet lil thing <3333

masterlist

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“These are disgusting, do they ever even wash these…?” You make a face at the goggles in front of you. You glance over at your friend, who shrugs in nonchalance.

“I mean, I’d rather wear gross goggles so I don’t get chemicals in my eyes.”

You reluctantly slide on the goggles, grumbling the whole time about it. Your eye sneaks over to Peter, who doesn’t have his goggles on yet. His chin rests in the palm of his hand as he stares at...you? He isn’t even trying to hide it. Or maybe he’s looking at something behind you. You glance behind you to see nothing but a wall. Nope, he’s definitely looking at you.

You raise your eyebrows and snap your fingers to get his attention. He’s so far gone that he doesn’t even notice. “Peter,” you say, a little too loudly. A few others glance over as he jumps slightly.

“Hm?” He says, confused. You give him a small smile, and he realizes that he was shamelessly staring at you for nearly five minutes. He goes beet red in embarrassment, which you just think is endearing. You motion for him to put on his goggles so that he doesn’t get in trouble. He fumbles with his goggles to get them on, nearly dropping them as he finds the strap. You laugh a little, and then cover your mouth to quiet yourself. Peter looks up and gives you a nervous grin.

After class, your friend speaks up, “So, Peter Parker, huh?”

You furrow your eyebrows, feigning confusion. Your pursed smile gives you away, though. “What are you talking about?”

She only smiles and shakes her head, walking past Peter on the way out just to tease you. You quickly follow, throwing him a grin as you leave.

In your last class, you wait the agonizing few minutes left until the bell rings. Peter’s cute, but you remember how the last time you tried to date went. Dating and school and being a vigilante is kind of hard to balance. Not to mention, your last girlfriend broke up with you because she ‘needed a break’. One of her friends later came up to you and told you the real reason why: she thought you were too fat.

You were sent down a spiral of self-hatred and depression, because for the first time in your life, you were judged by your outward appearance. And you didn’t know how to react. You became so uneasy and distrusting of even the kindest people. You tried to change yourself to fit in with other people.

And then you became a superhero, and your whole world changed. It was like your life had purpose again. The world needed you and you delivered perfectly. Slowly, you learned that you didn’t have to change. You learned that you don’t really need a six pack or toned arms to be healthy, and you learned to love yourself. You don’t want this to change now, when you’re happier than you’ve ever been.

This is why you’re reluctant about Peter. It was already difficult enough to keep your secret from your ex, and you know that Peter is a smart guy. He’d figure you out quickly.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the final bell, at which everyone stands up and packs up. You nearly race out the door. God, you hate history. Or at least, you hate your teacher. He somehow has a way of making you want to drop dead every time he begins to teach.

You’re glad you’re out of there, but then you see someone nearby. Flash Thompson, resident jackass and a total wimp when it comes down to it. And Peter.

“I heard Penis Parker has eyes for Y/N. Really, dude, get some taste. Isn’t she a little…?” Flash trails off, assuming Peter gets what he’s saying.

“I think she’s pretty...” Peter mumbles, mostly to himself.

You don’t let go of these things as easily Peter does. You walk over. “You didn’t finish your sentence, Flash.”

“What?” He looks confused.

“You said, ‘Isn’t she a little…?’ but you didn’t say the last word. So what is it?” You give him a glare that could kill twenty men, and he goes silent. You step closer threateningly. “Just know that I could kick your puny ass any day.” Flash, thoroughly frightened, scampers away to where his car awaits.

You finally turn to look at Peter, who’s looking at you as though you’re some kind of prophet. His cheeks flush pink when you stare at him for a while.

Maybe this one is worth giving a try. You think about it for a minute, and then say, “Do you think I could get your number?”

If possible, he looks even more flustered, but manages, “U-Uh, yes, of course! That would be great! Um...I should have a piece of paper here somewhere…” He starts digging through his backpack, moving his books and binders aside to search. Finally, he comes up with a crumpled piece of scratch paper and a pen and starts writing his number down. But you’re still looking at his backpack.

There, in the depths of his bag is a very familiar blue and red suit. Your eyes widen immediately in realization, and then you notice that Peter is looking at you expectantly. He’s holding out the piece of paper. You take it from him, and smile appreciatively.

“Nice to meet you, Spider-Man. I’m S/N.” And with that, you walk away with confidence.

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libraryscarf · 8 years

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My first commission, for @themusicalbookworm who wanted Royai in a Steins;Gate AU! Thank you, Gio! <3333

title: first, we burn ( ao3 / ff.net ) length: 1.8k words Riza Hawkeye, regular scientist, knew what happened to people when they died. But she would not become dust without burning first.

Roy Mustang, mad scientist, did not believe in hell.

He did not believe in hell—not even when his best friend was shot to death in front of him. He did not believe hell existed, least of all for a person like Maes Hughes.

And, although Roy was a scientist (mad or otherwise), he hadn’t really thought much about death—at least not in its prosaic, everyday reality. He had studied dead things before, but they had always arrived that way. He had never seen a living, speaking thing go from not-dead to dead.

And Maes Hughes was so very, very dead.

No, Roy Mustang did not believe in hell. Not until he tried to drag someone out.

: : :

“For the last time, I’m not going with you,” Riza insisted to the supremely unconcerned Rebecca, who dangled from her wrists an array of frothy outfits that displayed a shocking lack of coverage.

“Have you even seen the men there?” Riza continued, swatting the garments aside. “They’ve got all the charisma of the inside of one of Havoc’s shoes, and probably smell just as good.”

Roy had found himself in the middle of this precise conversation eighty-eight times already. He knew Rebecca would then say:

“You’re just stereotyping. Come on, Riz! You’d look like pure sex in this one!”

She scooted forward, holding the hangers under her chin. One of them slipped from her grasp, and Roy automatically shot a hand out to catch it. He was rewarded with a smirk from Rebecca that positively dripped allure, before she dropped a miniskirted, vaguely military-inspired confection into Riza’s lap.

Eighty-seven leaps ago, that would have earned a reaction from Roy. Now, he knew Riza would just elbow him in the ribs.

Hard.

“Is this a convention or an orgy?” she asked instead, nose wrinkling.

“Yep!” Rebecca said blithely.

Roy got up.

“What’s your rush, soldier?” Rebecca purred. He didn’t answer, but wordlessly left the apartment. The door swung shut behind him. He didn’t need to turn around to know Riza was already following.

Once outside, he headed straight for the railing to lean his elbows on top of it. He rested his sweating forehead against both sets of knuckles, and tried to remember how to breathe.

He felt Riza standing behind him, and when he stopped being dizzy, he turned around to look at her.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

And he said the word he always said, ever since he learned it was the fastest way to make her understand.

“Riza.”

Her eyebrow quirked.

“What, no ‘Assistant’ this time? No ‘Elizabeth?’”

Roy coughed up a laugh, but it sounded more like a sob by the time it came out. He’d known it already, even before sending himself back. He’d known that his best friend would die again in this timeline, and he would either be there to watch, or he wouldn’t.

This time, he was weak. This time, Hughes died alone.

Roy’s body crumpled over the railing, his forehead meeting clenched fists. He was aware in whatever small, griefless part of himself still left that this was a posture of prayer. He did not believe in god.

Silently, Riza manifested at his side. She was close enough for him to smell her: a breath of mint-and-chamomile that was almost impossible to notice, until it was gone again.

“Help me,” he said, because he knew she would.

Roy Mustang, mad scientist, did not believe in many things, but the girl at his side had already done more to earn his trust than any hell or any god ever could.

: : :

Riza Hawkeye, regular scientist, knew what happened to people when they died. She had studied the enzymes and acids of the human body; she had watched them dry up into dust and get swept into tidily labeled textbooks and between the pages of anatomy portfolios. The thought of it had given her a dark, glorious sensation of melancholy.

She imagined it happening to her own body, and she felt nothing at all.

“You won’t be able to live with yourself if you don’t save him,” she said aloud.

“I can’t,” whispered Roy. She wasn’t sure whether he said it in direct response to her statement, or in helpless ownership of his own ineffectiveness. It was raining outside, and Roy was always more unmanageable than usual when it rained. Either way, Riza decided it was nonsense.

She was about to tell him this when he spoke again, even more quietly:

“I don’t want to lose the person I care about most.”

A match sprang to life at the top of her spine, flickering with heat and hope.

“Wh-what?” she said.

“I’m in love with you,” he said.

Flames dripped down every one of her vertebrae, searing their way across her ribs. From an analytical perspective, she shouldn’t be able to breathe if her lungs were on fire.

“So…what is your response?” Roy asked.

The fire climbed up her throat, and into her mouth. It moved her lips, and she said:

“Will…you shut your eyes?”

—Then, as an afterthought—“Please.”

Roy turned fully toward her, his half-lidded gaze jumping between her eyes and her mouth. Her chest burned fiercely, and she swallowed. At last, after three endless seconds, he shut his eyes.

Riza sucked her lower lip between her teeth, reaching up to pull him closer by the lapels of his dingy lab coat. He took one step forward. He exhaled softly through his nose, unsettling the hair on her forehead.

She kissed him.

The fire took her from the soles of her feet to her scalp. It wasn’t until he was kissing her back…and then again…and then again…that she realized how badly she wanted to live.

Riza Hawkeye, regular scientist, knew what happened to people when they died. But she would not become dust without burning first.

: : :

The darkness of the supply closet was so absolute that it nearly bore physical weight. Roy crouched beneath it, waiting. Waiting.

“I thought we could publish the research together,” came Riza’s voice from much closer than he expected.

A cold, furious male voice retorted: “You foolish little girl.”

The footsteps slowed. Riza came into view, followed by an older man. Roy ground his teeth together as he instantly recognized Riza’s companion. He had her same deep-set, thoughtful eyes. His, however, glowed with the sick fury of humiliation. As Roy watched, the man’s fingers twitched hungrily toward the thick folder Riza cradled in her arms.

“It’s not enough that you’ve destroyed my career,” he hissed, “but now you want to rub it in my face?”

“No,” she said at once. “No, I—”

The strike was viciously fast, a whipping backhand that caught Riza on her cheekbone and sent her crashing into the boxes.

Roy saw nothing but red.

Outside the roaring in his ears, he heard the thin snick of a pocket knife being flicked open, and he lunged.

: : :

Riza would have almost preferred to be stabbed by her father. At least Berthold Hawkeye had been aiming for her. This stranger had no business holding the knife that was now lodged deep between her ribs.

Dimly, she was aware she had just been murdered, but that information seemed foggy, faraway, unimportant.

This was what she thought: I’m sorry.

“Riza.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Riza, no—”

“—You don’t even know me. I’m sorry you had to…”

She flapped a hand vaguely in indication of the argument that had just passed.

“I did it,” said the man who had killed her, between shallow, broken gasps. “I did it. It was me.”

Riza felt sorry for herself, because it hurt to breathe, and because she still wanted to be here a bit longer, and because she didn’t want her father’s last words to her to be words of hatred. She didn’t want to have to die in this stranger’s arms, leaving him with the empty weight of her body for company.

Amidst her internal apologies, Riza found she was on the floor, slumped against her distraught killer.

“Riza, Riza, no,” he moaned. “It was me. It was me.”

Strange. He shouldn’t know her name. Maybe they had met before. He leaned away from her to try and put pressure on the pulsing wound, and the light from the hallway spilled over his face. Riza’s punctured heart sputtered quietly before retreating into its final few gasps.

She had seen him before. Had that been today, or a month ago, or ten years ago…?

She had known him before.

“Roy,” she said, and died.

: : :

Roy Mustang, mad scientist, did not believe in hell. He had seen things more strange and more awful than anything hell could devise for him.

Havoc, Rebecca, and Hughes stood waiting in a semicircle when he stumbled out of the time machine. All three of them looked more than slightly unnerved by the viscous ribbons of blood dripping from his fingers. He stared around at them like a man woken from a nightmare.

“So—?” Havoc began to ask, but stopped before completing the question. Something about Roy’s gory hands and destroyed expression halted any attempts at interrogation.

“It was me,” he finally said. “I did it. I killed her. It was me.”

“What?!”

Rebecca took half a step forward, then seemed to forget what she was doing. Her eyebrows plunged together in concentration.

“No…what?!”

Roy discovered that he was walking away from them.

“Where are you going?” Hughes called after him.

“I need to wash my hands. I’m going back to save her.”

“Hang on—Roy—”

He was walking quickly, but Hughes caught up with him. Havoc and Rebecca weren’t far behind. Roy stopped, whirling on the three of them so fiercely that Havoc actually stumbled back.

“Whoa, dude, we’re not here to block your way.”

“We’re here to help,” Rebecca supplied instantly.

Although every one of his nerve endings had deadened after Riza’s death, Roy felt a flicker of something in his chest. It stirred to life, the same as when he had met her, the same as every time they matched wits, the same as when she had ordered him to close his eyes—

: : :

Roy Mustang, mad scientist, had witnessed firsthand the impossibilities of time travel in the form of a green, radioactive banana. He had sucker punched several significant laws of temporal physics into oblivion. He had resurrected his best friend a hundred times, and watched it fail a hundred more. He had met Riza Hawkeye, and he had loved her, and he had killed her. He didn’t need to believe in hell—not when this was his reality.

But Roy Mustang, mad scientist, had cracked his sanity open on the edge of a microwave, and it had made him fearless.

So there was really nothing for him to do but to claw his way back out, and bring her with him.

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