#snapback ficlet

[snapback-gravity-falls]

She stared at her future Grunkle.

He had always been a stinky and dirty old man to her, but this...

His hair was so greasy and nappy that she wouldn't have been surprised if it crawled off of his head. His face shined in the way only those who rarely, if ever, washed their faces. His clothes were far more worn than anything that she'd seen him dressed in with patches in his pants and jacket and the knees of his jeans almost thin enough to see through.

And he was living in his car.

Her Grunkle Stan never let his car get too dirty, always taking time to clean it between trips to town. She remembered twice that he'd cleaned his car to the point it was spotless inside.

Through all of these observations, despite her energetic smile and boisterous dialogue, she could only think one thing.

He lied.

[hecksee]

3 Times The Cubs Struggled Alone, And 1 Time They Had Each Other

This is ficlet number two for the wonderful @kielemarie, means the fucking world to me, and I love her so much. She is the older sister I always wanted. Thank you Marie for always being there, and Happy Birthday! 

The characters, are, as always, from the amazing @lumosinlove. Go give Haz a follow! 

This ficlet is meant to show how mental shit can impact someone’s life and that is okay. People can still thrive with mental shit, and they can still be amazing people.  

Finn 

For the first time since he met Logan, Finn knew he wasn't going to see Logan anytime in the near future. And god he was worried. Worried about Logan, worried about Logan getting hurt, worried about what will happen when he stops repressing his feelings, just worried about Logan in general. And god, that's when he wasn't even thinking about his current season; rookie on Gryffindor Lions, his dream team. 

Finn was playing with some of the greats, Pascal Dumais, Kasey Winters, Sirius Black, and James Potter; to name a few. But the stress could be too much sometimes; the pressure on his shoulders during every game was never lifted. All Finn could think about was how he was some little kid's idol; how they were rooting for him. 

Normally, that was enough for him to get through the day without worrying about Tremz, but today was different; it was one of the days were he woke up on edge, where he was missing Lo so much that it hurt, where the only thing that was keeping him from calling was what had happened before he'd left. 

Practice had ended up making him miss Logan even more; the sound of pucks slapping on sticks reminded him of doing drills with Lo, doing their handshake before they went out onto the ice, all of their memories together came flooding back. 

And god he was even more worried about Lo than he was before. It all was too much, his chest was crushed underneath the weight of his worry; what if Logan slipped on the ice and fell, what if he got into a fight, what if something happened and Finn wasn’t there to stop it. What if he never spoke to Logan again and they ended on bad terms? Logan meant too much to lose him that way. And what if Logan got drafted, but to another team? He’d lose all contact.

 Finn’s head was filled with static, his thoughts were getting louder and faster, his heart was pounding, and his breaths were coming in short pants. In the back of his mind he vaguely registered Dumo skating over, but his mind was in too much distress to care. 

But then, as suddenly as it started,  everything stopped. His mind seemed as though it had been covered in a fog, his thoughts were still there but they were quiet and muted. Everything seemed fake, as if he was in a dream. The world was softer. He was gripping the side of the arena, with no recollection on how he had gotten there. 

Dumo was gripping his arm, waiting for a response to something. When it became evident that Finn didn’t know what was going on he repeated the question. “Harzy are you okay?” Finn knew he wasn’t going to leave without a response so he waved Dumo off with a mumbled ‘I’m fine’. 

Remus was waiting at the side door, opening it when Finn skated closer. “Come on, that looked nasty, let’s check you out.” Finn nodded and Remus ushered him into the PT room. Things were - for Finn at least, still moving slowly, as if he had just woken up but felt like he didn’t sleep at all. “That looked like a nasty panic attack you just had there. You feel fine now yeah?” Remus’ voice jolted Finn out of the slow reality, everything still looked like a dream, but he was less disoriented. 

“Yeah Loops, I’m just tired. Want to go home and take a nap” Finn sat down on a chair near Remus’ desk, waiting to be examined.

Remus nodded. “That’s understandable, panic attacks take a lot out of someone. How about you head home, eat and drink something, and get some rest. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

After a quick thank you and an even quicker cool down, Finn was driving home. On the drive he debated calling Logan, but decided against it. He didn’t even know if Logan wanted to speak with him. Finn knew talking to Lo would make him feel better, but he didn’t want to be a bother. Plus, they had left on bad terms, he didn’t want to make anything worse.

As soon Finn got home he dropped his keys on the kitchen counter and headed  towards the living room. Since calling Logan was out of the question he’d settle down and read. And there was only one book that would help him out of this disconnected state. 

Finn pulled a glossy new copy of The Song of Achilles from the shelf. His battered, annotated copy must have been forgotten at Harvard, even though he distinctly remembers putting it in a box. A part of him wishes that Lo took it out and kept it, to always have a part of Finn with him even when they were apart; like he did with Logan’s favorite snapback, but he knows that’s just wistful thinking. 

Finn quickly grabs a blanket and settles down on the couch, ready to lose himself to the familiar story of Achilles and Patroclus. 

Logan

Logan woke up to the harsh beeping of his morning alarm. It reminded him of Finn - which, to be fair, wasn’t difficult because Logan’s head was always filled with thoughts of the older boy. But the alarm was always a harsh call to reality. If Fish was there, Logan would be awoken by Finn’s soft shuffling as he tried to get ready for practice.

But Finn wasn’t there. He was off in Gryffindor, hundreds of miles away. Finn was off playing for the Lions, probably not thinking about Logan at all. It wouldn’t be fair to distract him from his dream.

Logan missed him so much. It physically hurt to be away from him. Oh how he wished he could just cover Finn in kisses. How he wanted to hold hands. Logan just wanted Finn to hold him and tell him that he was loved.

But Finn didn’t feel the same way; he couldn’t. Logan didn’t know what he would do if Finn felt the same. They’d have to hide their love, and that surely would end in disaster. They’d be kicked off the team, out of the league.

And hell, why would Finn even feel the same. Finn was a golden boy, perfect grades, tall, good at hockey, recruited by the best team in the league. Why would someone that perfect want him. Him, with average grades, who half the time can’t read the words on a page because the letters spun, who represses his feelings, who won’t let himself be happy. Why would Finn ever want someone as flawed as Logan. And even if Finn did want him Logan wouldn’t let him, he wouldn’t let Finn ruin his career over someone as insignificant as himself.

Logan knew he had practice, but he couldn’t bring himself to get out of bed. He didn’t have the energy to move from the warmth underneath his covers, let alone go to practice. He heard John rap on his door, yelling at him to get up for practice, but he didn’t have the strength to respond. He’ll tell the coach he didn’t feel well.

Logan knew that Finn was one of the few things that caused him happiness in this world, and with him gone, nothing seemed to matter. The days all bled together in a pattern of practice, eat, cry, sleep. Occasionally, when it hurt to even think about Finn, Logan would take a bottle of vodka to his room and drink himself silly before crying himself to sleep. He knew that Finn would hate what he’s doing to himself, but it doesn’t matter. Finn wasn’t there with him.

Tears were starting to fog Logan’s eyes as he reached for Finn’s battered copy of The Song of Achilles. He’d taken it to remember Finn by, knowing full well he may never seen Finn again. He opened it up just to see Finn’s handwriting, to remember the late nights they had shared where Finn would read this story aloud.

Logan’s face was wet with tears now, they were flowing freely down his cheeks. Regardless to that fact, Logan pressed his face into the pages of the book. He knew it wouldn’t smell like Finn anymore - it hadn’t in months, but it was worth looking for anyways. When it inevitably didn’t the sobs came. The heart wrenching, aching sobs that came from the bottom of his chest. The sobs that were making his grief known to the world. The sobs that showed just how much pain he was in. He didn’t know when they stopped, or how long they went on for, but after time they turned into small sniffles; and Logan fell into a restless sleep, still curled around Finn’s book.

Leo

There was nothing to do and that was gnawing at his senses. Normally it’s enough to re-tie his skates, tighten his gear, repeatedly drink his water, and turn his gloves in his hands, but today that didn’t seem like enough. The fact that he had nothing to do was making him want to rip his hair out. There was nothing to do and that was bringing his mood down to zero. Everything was not enough but simultaneously was too much.

The lights of the arena were too bright; the sound of the crowd seemed to be grating at his brain. Leo’s foot was moving without control, flicking up and down at high speed, seemingly unaware of the fact he had what essentially was a knife strapped onto his foot.

Leo’s mind was going into overdrive, his thoughts were going too fast for him to comprehend. He needed to get out, but he couldn’t, he had to be there, even if it pained him. He looked up at the scoreboard, but the glowing red numbers hurt his eyes and made the migraine that was already approaching intensify.

Leo closed his eyes and rubbed them with his palms, attempting to make all the light disappear and make the sound a little more bearable. But the noise was still grating at his senses, making his brain feel as though it was melting. The crowd cheering, the announcers commentating, the skates scraping against the ice, the sound of the puck hitting the sticks, and the chatter of his teammates on the bench was becoming too much for him to handle, if another sound was added to the mix he’d have to leave, consequences be damned. Leo squirted some water into his mouth, things always felt worse when he was dehydrated and the odds were he probably was.

But then Coach was calling him in, something about Kasey’s leg acting up again, and Leo knew he’d just have to put up with his senses being in overdrive for the rest of the game.

Together

Things get better after they get together. The bad days don’t disappear, they just become less frequent. Not by much; but by a little. When Finn got stressed about something Leo and Logan were there with words of encouragement and reassurance. How they’d always stay with him, they were going to be okay. When Logan had days where everything seemed hopeless and he didn’t want to get out of bed or when the letters on the page refused to stay still, Finn and Leo were there by his side; whether whispering sweet nothings, giving soft kisses, or just staying by him, reassuring him of their presence. When Leo’s senses were in overdrive and everything was too much Logan and Finn were there, keeping him company and trying to make everything more bearable. The bad days were still there, but now they had each other to lean on. 

[hoeiplier]

An//ti//ave///rage Primal Kink

woooo, 2 ficlets in one day????

anyway more of the se///////pt//////tic boys pls thank u

Chase huffs out a breath he had no idea he was holding in. Head spinning -- drunk on pleasure alone. His arms give out under him, his ass high up in the air, snapback falling from its home atop his head. His emotions mixed together, pleasure, shame, nervousness, arousal, a longing.

A longing to stay in this place under the other ego. 

Anti growls as he grabs the other’s hair, yanking him up into an arch, angling his thrusts just right against Chase’s sweet spot. His moans, his groans, each noise he made could only be described as animalistic. He knew the other wanted this as badly as him -- hell, it had been Chase’s idea to even engage this hook-up. A sob story of a text, an invitation to his apartment, mouths clashing against mouths as they hurriedly undressed on the spot. Grabbing desperately at each other like animals. 

Anti didn’t mind at all. Why should he? This was all instinct. This was how nature worked. 

His free hand reaches down, thrusting his hard cock deep inside Chase, scratching long brutal claw marks along his pale back. The soft white turning a violent red, matching the bites from their rushed foreplay. His cock picking up it’s pace, practically slamming into Chase, fucking each moan out of him, fucking each beg out of him. 

“Fuck--” Chase chokes out a moan, “harder, f-faster--”

Anti doesn’t answer, scratching another long hard swipe into Chase’s back, his hips driving deeper, harder, faster. Growling low, practically akin to a beast than an ego. It’s been so fucking long since he’s had such a pathetic willing prey to use. 

“All mine,” Anti’s hand lets go of Chase’s mess of brown hair. Pleased at his body keeping the same arched position he had him in. Each slam into his tight heat making the glitch shiver with delight. He can practically feel the few drops of pre-cum dripping down from Chase’s own throbbing uncut cock. “You’re my prey, all mine to fuck and use, and you don’t care at all, do you? You fuckin’ enjoy it don’t you?” Chase closes his eyes, mouth open as he pants. It’s unfair how each thrust hits his prostate perfectly, how each fuck into his body makes him cry out pathetically. It’s unfair how amazing Anti was at this -- practically an animal. “I..fuck! Anti--!” “Answer me,” Anti growls.

His hips stop, just the head inside Chase, breathing heavy as his free hands move from their tight grip against his hips to over the other’s shoulders. Laying them both down on hands and knees, his heated body against Chase’s. Their hearts beating out their chests as Chase whimpers. 

“Wait, Anti please, please please please I’m almost there--” “I said answer me, prey, answer your predator’s question before I leave you alone to deal with yourself.” his glitching voice gravelly demands.  

“Anti, I…”

Chase’s pants are interrupted. Barely getting a moan in as Anti bites down hard against his jawline. Nails digging into Chase’s pinned hands, cornering him. His own pride had long since washed away as soon as Anti showed up to his door, all he needed was pleasure and instincts now. Be damned his shame, be damned his nervousness, be damned anything human.

He needed this. 

And he needed it now. 

The carpet digs into his knees as Anti bites and kisses along his jaw. Panting just as loud as before, shaking in desire. 

“I need you, I...I fucking love the way you fuck into me. I love the way your cock pounds into me, it fe-feels so fucking good. I’m--” Anti growls, arousal drumming through Chase as he feels Anti slowly push in, “I’m your prey, nothing more than for you to use as you see fit -- fuck -- I’m all yours to ruin, Please, Anti, fucking ruin me--”

Anti growls. Primal, low, downright otherworldly. Glitching back to his position above Chase, his hands rough against his hips, fucking back into him. Feeling the other clench and grind back, full on whining as the pleasure from once before fills him again. 

“I’m gonna ruin you for anyone and everyone, you’re mine now, prey, fuckin’ got that?” Chase looks back. The once pathetic tear stained face Anti had come to know changed. His mouth hanging open, moaning as each thrust in makes him gasp, pupils blown wide, hair a full on mess as his pale skin leaves ruins of the other’s scratches and bites. 

The most perfect prey Anti ever had the pleasure of playing with.

“Fuck yes, all yours, Anti. all yours--”

[nightofthemeteor]

We Just Kind of Assumed

(A ficlet for Mitoka Melee Month - also here on AO3. Warning for implied/referenced homophobia, but this is happy fluff, I promise)

In hindsight, Mito could see how things had turned out this way.

The start of the term found Mito fresh out of high school and new to the city, nervous and excited and as determined to make friends as she was to succeed in her classes. It wasn’t like she’d ever had real trouble making friends before, but this wasn’t her hometown – she didn’t know how things worked here. So Mito studiously attended the welcome events her university sponsored, politely introduced herself to the other girls in her dorm, and cautiously checked out a few of the parties big enough for the invitations to trickle down to freshmen.

It was at a truly terrible house party in the second week of the term where everything started, and it started in a way Mito absolutely hadn’t expected.

She spotted the frat boy several seconds after he’d spotted her, and by that time he was already weaving his way through the crowded, noisy room to come talk to her. Mito, who had been nursing a drink in a corner and pretending she wasn’t acutely aware that she didn’t know anyone here, looked away quickly and tried to look busy – completely impossible, given that she was at a party and had nobody to talk to, aside from the frat boy sidling up to her.

“Hey,” said the frat boy. He was tall, with enough brown hair to shove into a messy bun under a backwards snapback, and by Mito’s assessment, probably good-looking enough that he was used to getting his way. “Are you a new student? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

Mito bit her lip. She had a feeling she knew where this was going, but she was in no position to pass up conversation. “Yep,” she said, still not quite committing to it.

“That’s cool,” said the frat boy. “I’m in second year.” He leaned his weight on the wall beside her, clearly aiming for casual but coming off as slightly awkward, and said, “You looking for someone to – uh – show you around?”

At least that was quick, thought Mito, wincing internally. That come-on had been about as artful as the moving truck she’d seen crash into one of the dorms last week, but at least this ordeal had been brief. “Sorry,” said Mito – and then found her tongue stuck to the roof of her suddenly dry mouth. She could easily have said I’m not interested, or It’s getting late, I was about to leave, or I suddenly have a case of horrible diarrhea, but…this wasn’t her hometown, and things were supposed to be different here. Mito steeled her nerves, looked the frat boy in the eye, and said, “Actually, I’m a lesbian.”

The frat boy blinked. “Really?” he exclaimed – and then his face lit with an enormous smile. “Me too!”

“What,” said Mito. Shit, had she read this situation totally wrong? She’d just assumed –

“Oh, no – I mean, I’m bi. Sorry. Uh,” the frat boy stuck his hand out towards her, still grinning hopefully. “My name’s Hashirama.”

“Mito,” said Mito, shaking his hand bemusedly. This was – not the reaction she’d expected.

“Sorry about…” Hashirama waved his hand vaguely at the space between them.

“No worries,” said Mito, “But if I’m being honest, your flirting could probably use some work.”

Hashirama clutched his heart with the melodrama of a stage actor, hung his head, and gave the deepest sigh Mito had ever heard. Then, before she could react, his head popped back up, this time with a rueful expression. “Not my best attempt, I’ll admit,” he said. “But in my defense: flirting with girls is extremely scary.”

Mito laughed. She was still reeling from the turn this conversation had taken, but she was also immensely relieved – this was much, much less awkward. “It’s not that scary,” she said, almost automatically, though it wasn’t like she’d had much experience in that department herself. “Is it worse than flirting with boys?”

“Yes,” said Hashirama, and then held up a finger to say, wait – “But boys are terrible at flirting back.”

It only took a couple hours for Mito to find herself on the back steps of the party house, sitting beside an extremely tipsy Hashirama, admitting her fears about this new city, and in return listening to him rant about the guy in his classes he was sure would never like him back.

“Honestly, I was trying to find a way to take my mind off him,” Hashirama told her, big brown eyes shining tearfully in the glow of the streetlamps.

“By trying to pick up random people at this shitty party?” Mito asked. “That’s a terrible idea, Hashirama.”

“Yeah,” said Hashirama, and nudged her shoulder with his knuckles. “Good thing I met the right one, huh?”

They were best friends from then on.

---

Hanging around Hashirama meant that Mito was quickly introduced to his entourage. His friend group was a mix of eclectic and not always exactly harmonious personalities, but at least getting to know them helped reduce Mito’s lack-of-friends problem. There was Hashirama’s brother, Tobirama, who was reserved and cantankerous, but did offer to help her edit her essays, despite being in the same year as her. Then, there was the object of Hashirama’s admiration, Madara, who was loud and cantankerous, but also nice to her in kind of a brusque way.

And there was Hashirama’s cousin, Tōka. Tōka, who was on the women’s softball team, but was also studying engineering; Tōka, who liked to wear flannels and dark red lipstick; Tōka, who was a head taller than Mito, and was even taller than Hashirama in her thick-soled combat boots; Tōka, who had big hands and a sharp wit and a soft smile. When Hashirama introduced her to Tōka, Mito told the story of how Hashirama had introduced himself to her, sparing none of Hashirama’s feelings in the recounting, and Tōka reached out and squeezed her shoulder.

“I like this one, Hashirama!” She declared, and Mito, overwhelmed by Tōka’s dizzying grin and Tōka’s warm hand on her shoulder, nearly melted into the floor. In her desperation to conceal the blush she could feel heating her face, it never occurred to Mito that she hadn’t explicitly said she’d turned Hashirama down.

It didn’t take long for Mito to formulate a plan. It was simple, but then, nothing complicated was called for in this circumstance – not like Hashirama’s convoluted attempts to get Madara’s attention. Mito’s plan was as follows:

Become friends with Tōka.

Flirt with Tōka.

Ask Tōka out on a date.

It was simple; it was straightforward; and the first step was successful almost immediately. Tōka and Hashirama were roommates, so just by virtue of hanging out with Hashirama, Mito ended up spending time with Tōka. Over the course of a couple weeks, Mito learned that Tōka’s easygoing attitude was shot through with a serious competitive streak – just like Hashirama, although, as Mito learned, Tōka had better alcohol tolerance. She wasn’t as outgoing as her cousin, but it took very little effort on Mito’s part to strike up conversation. But most importantly, Mito learned that just like her cousin, Tōka gave physical affection as easily as talking. She’d casually brush aside a strand of Mito’s hair from her face, or sling an arm around her shoulders, or run a hand up Mito’s back to get her attention. Mito wasn’t used to that kind of casual closeness – it was driving her insane. Not that she really minded.

The problem was that Mito couldn’t tell if Tōka’s touches indicated interest, or were purely friendly. After all, Hashirama also had a habit of resting his hand on Mito’s shoulder, and of ruffling her hair (especially when she’d just finished tying it up) – and despite the way their friendship had started, Mito was certain he wasn’t interested in anything other than friendship. And here was the reason Mito’s plan was stalling on step 2: she could return Tōka’s touches, she could lean close to her over the study table or cuddle next to her on the couch, or reach out and tangle their hands together…but Tōka accepted all this without so much as blinking. Mito couldn’t tell if she even noticed.

Other people, however, certainly did notice. Hashirama picked up on what was happening almost right away, and immediately offered to be Mito’s wingman. Mito, having observed her friend’s own bumbling attempts at romance, politely refused this offer, but was privately relieved that he didn’t seem to mind her interest in his cousin (and was secretly elated that he thought she had a chance). Unfortunately, she couldn’t prevent him from sending her exaggerated winks from behind Tōka’s back. As supportive as Hashirama was, it came as an unpleasant shock to Mito that his brother, Tobirama, was most certainly not on board. More than once, Mito would put an affectionate hand on Tōka’s shoulder or laugh at one of her jokes, and feel Tobirama’s glare like ice on the back of her neck. Mito couldn’t figure out what his problem was – did he not think she’d be a good fit for his cousin? Or, was it possible…he didn’t approve because she was a girl? Mito couldn’t believe that was the case – Hashirama was pretty open about his bisexuality, after all, and Tobirama didn’t have a problem with him – but against all logic, Mito found she couldn’t shake the specter of doubt.

Then, three weeks into the term, Mito’s roommate came down with the flu, and Hashirama offered to let Mito crash at his place for a few days. Mito expected to be sleeping on the living room couch, but Hashirama insisted that, as the guest, she should take his bed. They compromised with Mito on an air mattress on Hashirama’s floor, and Mito spend the next couple of nights enduring his truly awful snoring. Yet again, it never occurred to Mito that this decision might have unforeseen consequences (aside from the snoring), and so, two days later, when Mito tried to join Hashirama and Madara for a study session at their local coffeeshop, she was absolutely baffled when Madara snapped his textbook shut and announced, “I’m leaving.”

“What the hell?” said Mito, watching his retreating back.

Hashirama heaved a sigh so pitiful that it reminded Mito of the way her dog would sigh if you stopped petting him for a moment. “Something’s been up with him for a while,” he said, miserably, “But it’s gotten worse all of a sudden. I have no idea what it is.”

“I mean, you probably did something to piss him off,” Mito informed him, reasonably, “But what did I do?”

Amidst this weird hostility from both Madara and Tobirama, Mito was relieved to find that Tōka, at least, was still friendly with her. That was a side benefit of crashing at Hashirama’s place – she got the chance to spend a lot of extra time with his roommate. Mito had plenty of time to work herself up to step 3 of her plan: ask Tōka on a date.

She dropped the invitation oh-so-casually, with calculated thoughtlessness; no sense making it out to be a big deal. “Want to grab a coffee with me tomorrow?”

“Sure thing,” said Tōka, barely looking up from her phone, and Mito, despite the apparent success of her invitation, felt her heart sink. That wasn’t exactly the response she’d expect from someone who’d just been asked out.

Still, she forged on: “Maybe at 4? You’re out of class by then, right?”

Tōka looked up at that, and then, to the confused delight of Mito’s heart, gave her one of her long, slow smiles. “Yep, you got it. I’ll see you then,” she said, and Mito once again began to hope.

She was thinking of that smile as she agonized over her outfit the next day – it had to be casual, ordinary, but still perfect – styled her hair extra carefully, debated over whether to wear lipstick, and finally headed to the coffeeshop exactly on time. Tōka was already there, waiting in line. Mito’s heart began to race – she called Tōka’s name, and Tōka turned around, saw her standing there –

And a look of unease passed over her face. It was just a flicker, just a moment, so that Mito could almost believe she’d imagined it; even so, Mito felt her heart drop. This wasn’t what she’d been hoping for at all. But it was too soon to back out, and so Mito pasted on a cheerful smile and went to meet her friend for coffee.

The drinks were tasty, but the conversation was stilted, awkward in a way it never had been before. Mito had been imagining taking Tōka’s hand across the table, stealing her drink, maybe even sliding into the same side of the booth – but now she could only watch as Tōka’s eyes slid past her face. Mito could only think of one explanation for this change, and it didn’t take long for her worst fears to be confirmed.

“Um, I’m really sorry for asking,” Tōka said, for once looking uncomfortable instead of self-assured, “But…is this a date?”

Oh no, thought Mito. She had no choice but to be honest – no point in lying to her friend – but this one was seriously going to hurt. “I was kind of hoping so,” she admitted, and wondered if she could make it back to her room before the tears came. "But it's fine - " her voice choked a little; she forced the words out, "If you don't like me that way - it's fine."

“Mito…” Tōka no longer looked just uncomfortable; she looked wretched, so much so that Mito was a little taken aback. She seized her short black hair in both hands and said, as if the words were torn from her: “I like you – I like you so much. You’re beautiful and smart and fucking great and I just – I don’t – why are you doing this to me?”

“What?” said Mito, startled enough to forget her impending tears. She’d been expecting Tōka to at least let her down gently.

“I thought Tobirama was insane when he said you were flirting.”

“Wh…why would that be insane?”

“Because it’s wrong,” said Tōka, with such conviction that Mito felt as though she’d been slapped. Wrong? Mito hadn’t expected to hear that here, not from her friend, not from Tōka. She felt as though her stomach was trying to climb out her throat. Had her suspicions about Tobirama been right after all?

The words came out low and angry, in a voice Mito barely recognized as her own. “What do you mean, ‘wrong’?”

“Hashirama’s my cousin,” said Tōka, anguished, “I can’t do this to him.”

Once again Mito was thrown for a loop. Why would Tōka think that Hashirama would disapprove of her dating a girl? “Hashirama’s bi,” she said, utterly confused.

Tōka leveled an accusatory look at her. “Just because he’s bi doesn’t mean he’s polyamorous.”

“Wait – what?”

“What?”

The two of them stared at each other across the table. Then, finally, the pieces began to fit together in Mito’s frazzled brain. Slowly, she asked, “Did you think I was dating Hashirama?”

Tōka’s eyes were locked on hers. “You mean…you’re not?”

“Oh my god,” said Mito. She slammed her hands on the table, startling them both, and practically shouted, “NO! No, I’m not dating him! I’m gay! GAY! One hundred percent lesbian!”

Out of the corner of her eye, Mito could see the people at the nearby tables staring at them; in front of her, Tōka covered her mouth with her hand and let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched giggle. “Okay! I get it. But…I don’t understand…”

“Did Hashirama say we were dating? If he did, I’m going to murder him.”

“No, he never told us, exactly, but like – he went out hoping to meet someone, and then suddenly you were always with him. I guess we just kind of assumed?”

“Oh my god,” said Mito again. She jabbed a finger at Tōka. “You nearly gave me a heart attack, you know! I thought you were homophobic or something!”

“No, no!” said Tōka, waving her hands in front of her, “I like girls! I swear!” She planted in face in her hands and said, through her fingers, “I like you! I felt so guilty when I realized.”

Mito, grinning so hard her cheeks hurt, reached out and tugged Tōka’s hands away from her face. “You like me?”

“Yeah,” said Tōka, breathless and holding Mito’s hands, and looking at her with the same expression of disbelief and joy Mito could feel on her own face. The world spun; the only thing holding Mito to the ground was the feel of Tōka’s hands in hers, and then –

Mito suddenly had a thought. “Wait,” she said. “Who’s ‘we’?”

“Huh?”

“You said, ‘We just kind of assumed’. Who else thinks Hashirama and I are dating?”

Tōka blinked at her. “Uh, definitely Tobirama, but probably most of his friends too.”

“Holy shit,” said Mito.

[sarah-snook]

di’s masterlist

main ❀ ko-fi ❀ ao3

♡MULTICHAPTER♡

«Burn, Crash, Romance (I’ll Take What I Can Get From You)» AO3 ↬ word count: 2919 | rating: E | WIP - 1/8 chapters | collab with @richietoizer

Richie didn’t know Eddie very well, not that he would want to, and even just looking at him now, he knew that Eddie Kaspbrak was exactly all the things that Richie had tried to tell Stanley that frat boys were. His brown hair flopped into his brown eyes, pressed down by some red snapback worn backwards and beige khaki jeans that looked glued to his legs. He was hot and the smirk on his face showed that he knew it.

«How to Bring Someone Back from the Dead» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 6496 | rating: T | WIP - 3/5 chapters

He finds it in the library. The book is tucked between a couple of self-help books that Mike told him he should look into reading. It’s out of place—doesn’t belong there—but the title peaks his curiosity. How to Bring Someone Back from the Dead. He grabs the spine of the book and gently holds it in his hand, inspecting it. There’s no author, no other information, just a title and a short dedication of sorts on the first page. “For those that have hope still lingering in their hearts…” He looks around, making sure no one is watching him before he swiftly hides the small book in the pocket of his jacket.

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♡ONESHOTS♡

«Brave» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 809 | rating: T

He was trembling. Despite the darkness surrounding them, and the shitty dim light of the flashlight he was holding, Richie could tell that Eddie was trembling with fear. He wanted nothing more than to reach out, touch him, hold him. He wanted to tell Eddie that everything would be alright, that they would get through this.

«Coffee Shop Angel» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 2218 | rating: T

“Wow, I’ve never been called a literal angel before.” He’s no longer laughing, but his smile is wide and his eyes were still bright.

“Baby, that should be considered a damn crime,” he sighs, shaking his head in disbelief. “You deserve to be worshipped.”

«Cold November Rain» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 1512 | rating: T

He was an idiot. A stupid, cowardly jerk. Why had he run away? That kiss had been everything he could have ever wanted. It was soft, tender and loving. Richie had put so much emotion behind that kiss. So much, that it had scared Eddie. Scared him so much that he made himself believe it was all some kind of joke.

«Don’t Monkey Around With My Heart» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 1228 | rating: T

«Forget the Past, I Want You In My Future» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 3477 | rating: T

He quickly pulled on his coat, making his way through the radio station with a smile as he waved to everyone who greeted him. ‘Keep smiling. You’re almost out of here. Just a couple more steps.’ Richie thought to himself as he pushed open the front doors and stepped outside, cold air hitting him and a chill running down his spine. He hugged himself, rubbing his hands up and down his arms, trying to warm himself up.

He made his way down the stone steps of the station entrance, fishing through his jacket pocket for his car keys. The last thing he thought, as his fingers made contact with the cold metal of his keys and his foot slipped on a slippery patch of ice, was how much he really fucking hated Christmas.

[or: radio DJ Richie Tozier slips on ice and has to spend Christmas in hospital, with trainee Doctor Kaspbrak looking after him.]

«Habeas Your Corpus» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 6654 | rating: E

A beautiful blond between his legs was not the direction he thought his Monday would be going, but he wasn’t going to question it. Even if a part of him knew that doing this in a courtroom, where anyone could walk in on them at any moment, was a horrible idea. Then again, Richie wasn’t known for his good ideas, much less for his common sense, and so he shrugged away any lingering doubt as he surrendered to the feeling of Eddie’s hands.

«Held In Contempt» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 3044 | rating: E

Richie and Eddie resolve the sexual tension between them after arguing about one of their cases.

prompt: “okay but reddie au where they’re rival lawyers and court is really tense bc eddie goes by the books and richie is Richie and ofc they end up fucking after a particularly heated case…or 6…”

«How to Know If You’re On a Date With Your Best Friend» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 2213 | rating: T

He could see the way Richie looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, eyes slowly widening as he realized Eddie was coming over to sit next to him. Plopping down on the seat, he pushed Richie further into the booth, making himself comfortable. Without breaking eye contact, he placed his straw in Richie’s milkshake glass and asked, “Are we on a date right now?”

«Kiss Me By The Firelight» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 1247 | rating: T

“Alright trashmouth, truth or dare?”

He looked over at Beverly, who had plopped down next to him, with a weary expression on his face. He studied her, the mischievous grin on her face not going unnoticed by an already alert Richie.

“Dare, obviously. Only pussies choose truth.”

«Kissed the Mark» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 3975 | rating: E

“Sorry, but you’re gonna have to tell me more than just your name before I let you put your hands on me.” Eddie jokes as he nods his head at Bev in thanks for their drinks. “I’m not that easy.”

“Oh ok, hmm let me think…” Richie says as he pretends to think about what he’s going to say “I like long walks on the beach and being the little spoon, plus I’m a total bottom.”

Eddie flushes at this, turning his head to avoid eye contact with Richie, and takes a sip of his beer. Richie continues to look at him, enjoying the way he continuously makes the other man blush. “What about you?”

«Love Me (If That’s What You Wanna Do)» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 1286 | rating: M

It was hard to say who exactly started it. After all, both of them were slightly tipsy the night The Kiss happened. All Richie could say—as his hand slowly slid down Eddie’s back, causing him to let out a faint whimper—was that he was very happy with the outcome of it all.

«Make It Up To You» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 4612 | rating: E

Maybe it was a little fucked up that he took considerable pleasure in watching his boyfriend of almost ten years cry as Richie denied him what he wanted most, but he couldn’t bring himself to care so much. If Eddie had caught on to his little guilty pleasure, he never mentioned it to Richie, and if he had an issue with the way Richie teased him in bed, he would have definitely called him out on it by now.

«Snowed Inn» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 4612 | rating: E

Richie and Eddie are carpooling home from college for the holidays but a snowstorm hits on their way there and they have to stay the night at a b and b.

«The Future Freaks Me Out» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 932 | rating: T

“I’ll tell you one thing and one thing only spaghetti. I don’t want to think about a future where you’re not in it. I don’t want to think about you being on the opposite side of this country from me. I don’t want to think about any of that because I love you and it hurts. So please, shut the fuck up about college applications already!”

«Until I Hear It From You» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 1599 | rating: T

“M-my parents sucked.” Bill said as he choked back a sob. “I mean… my own father hit me with his fucking car and then barely batted an eye. I’m terrified that I’ll fuck this up, Eddie. I don’t want to be a bad father, I want Ellie to have all the love and attention that Georgie and I never got growing up. You and Rich have two adorable daughters that have everything they could ever want…That’s what I want for Ellie. Please, Eddie, tell me how to be a good father.”

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♡PROMPTS♡

Hanslon ↬“I finally found you”

Reddie ↬ 🎉👄🤒 ↬ 🐿🍌👙 ↬ “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” + 2. Road Trip AU ↬ “H-How long have you been standing there?” ↬ “You’re sick, let me take care of you.” ↬ “You make me want things I can’t have!” ↬ the gang is playing a drinking game and Eddie wins, and he wants a lapdance from Richie ↬ “You know you don’t have to try so hard with me, right?” ↬ “Are you jealous? That’s cute.” ↬ “Oh, God. We broke it–dude, he’s gonna be so pissed! This is all your fault–it was your idea!” + “… Is that my underwear?” + “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” ↬ “they said that broken mirror equals in 7 years of bad luck”? ↬ “It’s three in the morning!” ↬ “just because i love eds it doesn’t mean i want to be with him,” eddie heard richie say. «2» ↬ “you know I love you, right?” «2» ↬ “Do you want me to?” «2» ↬ “And what exactly do you think you’re doing, my love?” ↬ You’ve literally dressed as __ for __ years, shouldn’t you change it up? ↬ You drank the punch at the halloween party and made yourself sick so I’m taking care of you ↬ excuse you, i will never be too old to go trick-or-treating and i hear the house down the street gives out full sized candy bars ↬ In the bedroom + Confessing feelings ↬ in the snow + relief ↬ claws - as an apology here’s something I wrote for you ↬ Okay but like Richie finally comes out by writing his first comedy special on his own as like therapy to work through what happened and the whole thing is about the dumb annoying hypochondriac that he was in love with as a kid. “He put his feet in my face and kicked of my glasses and I said to myself he’s the fucking one.” ↬ ficlet for my moodboard based on “he knew well enough” ↬ “I may be short, but you could at least try to make kissing you easier!” ↬ “One baby won’t hurt.” ↬ “I could spend hours just looking at you.”

Richiepat ↬ “you asked me out and I didn’t have time for dating between a full-time course load and my job(s), so I know it’s two semesters later but I’d really like to take you up on that date” + “we always end up eating alone in the school cafeteria at the same time, so when you ask me if you can join me, I’m surprised” ↬ chaotic best friends (platonic with stanpat/reddie) ↬ “My hoodie looks comfy on you.” (platonic with side reddie)

Stanpat ↬ you’re obsessed with my homemade soup that I serve at my cafe and I’m too embarrassed to tell you that I’ve only been trying out new recipes to see you get excited for the soup of the day.

Stanpatchie ↬ “a kiss as a promise”

Steddie ↬ “I catch you yelling at the printer in the library for not working and I don’t mean to alarm you since you’re clearly stressed, but I think you accidentally unplugged it”

Stozier ↬ “some idiots decided it would be funny to mess with peoples’ laundry so now we’re sorting through our dryers and you’re holding up my pink underwear” ↬ “I know you’re mad at me, but will a kiss change your mind?” ↬ “Nothing is going to happen to you.” ↬ can we talk about how “it takes hours to look this good richie” is followed by richie winking at stan

Streddie ↬ A cat followed me home and won’t leave me alone even when I put a little hat on it so I guess I have a cat now AU

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♡HEADCANONS♡

↬ Ben // The Sims ↬ Reddie // Sunflowers ↬ Reddie // Chapter 1 End Scene ↬ Stozier and Reddie // Stanley and Richie dated at one point

[nofeartina]

Skam Masterpost

So! A few days ago I made a promise to do a masterpost of my fics and I gotta keep my promises. :)

I posted my first Skam fic on the 27th of February 2017 (and yes, I am contemplating an anniversary fic….). It’s been such a good fandom to write in (and also Even and Isak! ❤️) so I just never stopped… ;)

I’ve divided the fics into their respective series, but other than that the list is arranged after date of posting. :)

Here is the actual masterpost:

Straight Up - series (completed) (post s3):

A series of smutty one-shots of Even and Isak as they are growing and figuring out how to be together.

Chilling at home (T-rated) (1k) - the one where Isak might be ready to take things further with Even

Show me you love me (3,4k) - the one where Isak IS ready to take things further with Even

Tonight (4k) - the one where Even enjoys Isak wearing a snapback and Isak discovers new things about himself

Push (3k) - the one where Even pushes Isak for more PDA

Good For You (4,5k) - the one with the nipple play

Everything Now (6,3k) - the one where they’re feeling possessive of each other and there’s cumplay

Slow Surrender (7,6k) - the one where they watch porn together and there’s overstimulation as well

Touch it - one-shot (s3 canon-fic) (5k):

The 5+1 fic with five times where Isak is overwhelmed by Even, and one time it is the other way around

Rearranged - series (completed) (Fuckboy!Isak/University AU):

The one where Isak is a sad fuckboy and Even really wants to be his boyfriend.

Bound Two (11k) - the one where Isak and Even meet

Don’t need to wipe tears, I’ve grown up (10 chapters) (11k) - the one where Even and Isak are learning how to be together

Nowhere to go (now) (12k) - the one where Isak realizes how bad he is

And just like that a spell was broken (15k) - The one where Even realizes just what it means for him to be with Isak

Send It Up (4 chapters) (29k) - the one where Isak starts to heal

Home is just a room full of my safest sounds (3 chapters) (24k) - the one with the happy ending

I’m living mine (G-rated) (2,2k) - the New Year’s Eve ficlet

Self Control - 6 chapters (getting back together AU) (28k):

The one where Even wants Isak back 10 years later

Eternity lives here - one-shot (Josak) (friends to lovers AU) (11k):

The 5+1 fic with five times that Jonas finds Isak attractive and the one time he does something about it.

Boys of Summer - one-shot (summer fling AU) (19k):

The one where Even is the townie that hates summers and tourists (until he meets Isak that is)

I’m Always Here - one-shot (for the Evakteket challenge) (Lifeguard AU) (9k):

The one where Even is a lifeguard and Isak spends the summer at the pool pining after him

Velkommen Hjem - one-shot (in Danish - skandi smut) (3,6k):

The one where Even has missed Isak

Alphabet Aerobics - WIP - 10/26 chapters (post s4) (56k):

The one where Isak makes them explore sex using the letters of the alphabet

(I’ll give it to) Someone Special - 3 chapters (Christmas fic for Evakteket’s challenge) (31k):

The one where Isak is oblivious to Even’s true feelings about him, but fortunately it only takes the Christmas holidays to change that

[fanfoolishness]

for this too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

My little brother`s autopsy report came today. Emailed, actually, through the wonders of technology. I`d been expecting an envelope with the Multnomah County seal on it, but there it was in my inbox instead.

Cut if you don`t wish to read about the subject.

The medical jargon didn’t bother me.  How could it?  I live and breathe it daily.  But there were some things that were funny-sad, funny-strange, sad-futile.  They misspelled his nickname (it’s Richie, not “Richey”).  The examiner at the scene noted the recently healed surgical scar on his hand, the examiner at the ME’s office did not.  They listed his male pattern baldness, which he would be super annoyed about (one reason he adored snapback hats).  There were notes of what my dad told them about his addiction, a note that I gave them the name of the funeral home to send his body to after the exam, the description of how he was found in his room.

They mentioned that he looked 5 years older than 27.  I guess it’s not too surprising.  Years of addiction, even semi-functional addiction, can do that to a person.  I couldn’t see it, though.  He always just looked like Richie, sometimes more shaggy, sometimes less; sometimes heavier, sometimes leaner.  

I was kind of fine until I saw my dad post on FB that he went and sat in Richie’s room again today.  He cleaned it up and made it a sort of reflection/meditation room.  My grandma, whose home Richie was living in when he died, tells me now and then she worries about my dad when he sits in there for hours.  He and she were the ones to find him in his bedroom, already in rigor mortis.

Just... fucking fuck!  How the fuck is my little brother dead?  How the fuck is this becoming normal?  

Time to turn to my Golden Monkey ale and try to distract myself with Dragon Age, or drawing, or something.

Honestly fandom has been one of the things that’s helped me glue myself back together.  I’m enormously thankful for it, and for the people who engage with the things I make or share excitement about the characters and stories with me.

I don’t think I have much creativity in me tonight.  But if anyone wanted to send a cute headcanon or tiny ficlet or doodle my way, or if you have a comment about a fic or drawing I’ve done, I think that’d make me smile at least for a bit.  

Ultimately, time is really the only thing that seems to work, but we can’t change that, now can we?

[jayankles]

Jensen Ackles Masterlist

Drabbles

Happy Birthday Jensen

That Snapback

Ficlets

Who Needs Abs?

He Looks At Her

Quiet House

The Rider

Jack’s (Daughter!Reader}

I Won the Bet

Be Satisfied

Adding Another

Oneshots

For Fuck Sake, Jared

Chocolate and Pumpkin Spice

Sunny Spain

Big Bag of Dicks

It Was the Eggnog

In On It

Regardless of Gender (Daughter!Reader)

Series

Diamonds & Shutters - Masterlist -  Playlist

He’s My Prince - Part 1

How Two Became Eight: Masterlist

[snapback-gravity-falls]

Anyway we could get a cute quick write of Dipper and Mabel laughing at a old baby album of Stan and Ford's before the Grunkles take it away and get back at them by looking at the twins' baby photos?

"Hey, Dipper, check out what I found!"

He looked up from his puzzle and saw his sister carrying a large book that looked like a photo album. Her grin was manic and infectious.

"What's in it?"

"Baby pictures!" She opened it and there was an old photo of two babies in a crib and another of an older set of twins with the car that was parked in front of the Shack. "It's our Grunkles!"

"Holy cow, these must be ancient," he grinned as he flipped the page.

There was a picture of the two of them--likely at the age of four--covered in mud and grinning up at the person taking the picture.

Mabel squealed. "Look at how cute they were!"

"They look a lot like us... or do we look a lot like them?"

"Whatever, there's bath pictures! Grunkle Ford looks like you when you're forced to bathe."

"You can't see their hands, how can you tell?"

She pointed to the other twin who grinned wider and brighter than the sun. "That's Grunkle Stan's smile."

"They have the same face!"

"We have the same face."

The two of them flipped through the old photos that ranged from infants to teenagers. There was one or two of a woman with dark hair and a warm, mischievous smile--their great-grandma. They'd seen pictures of her from their visits with Grandpa Shermie, but to see her was always a delight.

In the other room, Stanley chuckled. "They found our baby album."

Stanford looked up from his journal and smiled. "Is that so?"

"Yeah. They're arguing over who's who when they can't see our hands." He settled across the table from his twin. "Mabel's right about you hating baths."

"No kid likes baths."

"You're nearly sixty and I had to remind you last week to take a shower."

"I was nearing a scientific breakthrough."

"Sure you were."

[jiemba]

The way you write Maggie gives me life. I love it. Like honestly I'm going through a shit time in my life right now with this chronic illness that I recently got diagnosed with and just struggling a lot with like wtf is my life going to be now kinds of things and your Maggie fics/ficlets just rly make me feel stronger and like maybe I'll figure it out. So thanks for that!

Hi darling, thanks so much for your message. I’m really sorry to hear things are so hard for you at the moment and I really hope that you have people in your life who believe you and take your pain seriously. I hope the writing helps in some way (even though most of my writing is pretty depressing, haha) but you’re welcome to message back anytime.

Part of the message of the snapback headcanon was that sometimes we’re strong without knowing we’re strong. Often you don’t realise how brave you were until you look back years later. You’re strong, hun, and this will one day be a time you look back on and say “I got through that too”. But I’m here if you ever need a chat, so feel free to drop in again.

I hope you have a beautiful day, xo

[moutonrose]

Yoonmin Uni Au Ficlet

I’m Yoonmin trash. I asked @mattheal for a prompt and she said ‘yoongi seeing jimin dance for the first time and he walks into a wall’

So yeah. Uni au. Yoonmin. 

Yoongi has seen him around on more than one occasion walking out of the arts building wearing baggy sweats and a snapback, backpack hanging off of one shoulder as he walks to his next class. He's more than pretty with black hair, tanned skin, and a gorgeous mouth that begs to be kissed. He's seen the boy with Hoseok a few times as well, so he figures they have some dance class together. He's thought on more than one occasion, mostly on Fridays when he's lonely in the studio instead of partying like everyone else, that he should just ask Hoseok about him (if anything at least his name and whether or not he even likes boys) but that leaves him vulnerable to Hoseok teasing him for the rest of eternity so that's out of the question.

It happens on a Friday night. Of course it does. Yoongi's been working on a track for what feels like an eternity. Something about it isn't working and he needs a second opinion. Namjoon and Jin are on a date so calling him is out of the question, and Hoseok is only two floors down in the dance studio, so he decides to take a walk to go find him instead of hoping he's taking a break and looking at his phone. He leaves all his stuff in the studio and closes the door, making sure he has his phone and his access card before he starts off to the elevators.  

Yoongi follows the familiar path out of the elevators and into the studio. He's been absorbed in his phone the whole time he's been walking, not paying too much attention to what is happening around him. When he looks up he sees familiar black hair and tanned skin and hips moving so fluidly they could be made of water.  He catches sight of a plush bottom lip pulled between teeth and promptly walks into a wall.

Hoseok laughs so hard he cries. The boy he's had a crush on for half the year has the decency to cover his mouth with a small hand.

“Fuck.” Yoongi mumbles, rubbing his forehead.

“You okay, hyung?” Hoseok asks.

“Fine,” Yoongi grunts “Just-”

“No need to explain,” Hoseok interrupts “Jiminie has that effect on everyone.”

'Jiminie' protests shyly, whining 'hyuuuunngg' cutely from behind his hand. His cheeks are flushed pink from embarrassment and he doesn't meet Yoongi's eyes when Yoongi looks over at him.

“To what do we owe the pleasure?” Hoseok asks, fluttering his lashes as he rests his chin on his hands.

“Song is giving me trouble.” Yoongi says.

“You write music?” a soft voice from behind asks.

Yoongi turns around and faces him for the first time.

“Yeah um. I'm a music production major.”

“That's amazing.” He gushes, his eyes wide. His lips are pink and pouty and Yoongi could honestly just die right on the spot.

“Yah Jimin! Don't inflate his head anymore or it won't fit through the door!”

Yoongi ignores Hoseok in favor of introducing himself.

“Min Yoongi.” He says simply, looking Jimin Right in the eyes.

“Park Jimin.” He says back.

The two stare at each other, dopey smiles on both their faces. Behind them Hoseok makes a noise of despair, knowing full well nothing will be the same from here on out.

[illchanceit]

DI'S MASTERLIST

main ❀ ko-fi ❀ ao3

❀Fics❀

«Brave» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “He was trembling. Despite the darkness surrounding them, and the shitty dim light of the flashlight he was holding, Richie could tell that Eddie was trembling with fear. He wanted nothing more than to reach out, touch him, hold him. He wanted to tell Eddie that everything would be alright, that they would get through this.”『809 | T』

«Burn, Crash, Romance (I'll Take What I Can Get From You)» *WIP* AO3: ❀ “Richie didn’t know Eddie very well, not that he would want to, and even just looking at him now, he knew that Eddie Kaspbrak was exactly all the things that Richie had tried to tell Stanley that frat boys were. His brown hair flopped into his brown eyes, pressed down by some red snapback worn backwards and beige khaki jeans that looked glued to his legs. He was hot and the smirk on his face showed that he knew it.” 『2919 | E | collab with @pattysblum』

«Coffee Shop Angel» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “Wow, I’ve never been called a literal angel before.” He’s no longer laughing, but his smile is wide and his eyes were still bright. “Baby, that should be considered a damn crime,” he sighs, shaking his head in disbelief. “You deserve to be worshipped.”『2218 | T』

«Cold November Rain» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ "He was an idiot. A stupid, cowardly jerk. Why had he run away? That kiss had been everything he could have ever wanted. It was soft, tender and loving. Richie had put so much emotion behind that kiss. So much, that it had scared Eddie. Scared him so much that he made himself believe it was all some kind of joke."『1512 | T』

«Don’t Monkey Around With My Heart» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ "He rubbed at his eyes, seconds away from falling apart at the realization that this was all just a joke to Richie. He didn’t mean any of the words he’d said to Eddie and he never would."『1228 | T』

«Forget the Past, I Want You In My Future» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ "He quickly pulled on his coat, making his way through the radio station with a smile as he waved to everyone who greeted him. ‘Keep smiling. You’re almost out of here. Just a couple more steps.’ Richie thought to himself as he pushed open the front doors and stepped outside, cold air hitting him and a chill running down his spine. He hugged himself, rubbing his hands up and down his arms, trying to warm himself up. He made his way down the stone steps of the station entrance, fishing through his jacket pocket for his car keys. The last thing he thought, as his fingers made contact with the cold metal of his keys and his foot slipped on a slippery patch of ice, was how much he really fucking hated Christmas. [or: radio DJ Richie Tozier slips on ice and has to spend Christmas in hospital, with trainee Doctor Kaspbrak looking after him.]"『3477 | T』

«Habeas Your Corpus» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “A beautiful blond between his legs was not the direction he thought his Monday would be going, but he wasn’t going to question it. Even if a part of him knew that doing this in a courtroom, where anyone could walk in on them at any moment, was a horrible idea. Then again, Richie wasn’t known for his good ideas, much less for his common sense, and so he shrugged away any lingering doubt as he surrendered to the feeling of Eddie’s hands.”『6654|E』

«How to Bring Someone Back from the Dead» *WIP* AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “He finds it in the library. The book is tucked between a couple of self-help books that Mike told him he should look into reading. It’s out of place—doesn’t belong there—but the title peaks his curiosity. How to Bring Someone Back from the Dead. He grabs the spine of the book and gently holds it in his hand, inspecting it. There’s no author, no other information, just a title and a short dedication of sorts on the first page. “For those that have hope still lingering in their hearts…” He looks around, making sure no one is watching him before he swiftly hides the small book in the pocket of his jacket.”『1306 | T』

«How to Know If You’re On a Date With Your Best Friend» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “He could see the way Richie looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, eyes slowly widening as he realized Eddie was coming over to sit next to him. Plopping down on the seat, he pushed Richie further into the booth, making himself comfortable. Without breaking eye contact, he placed his straw in Richie’s milkshake glass and asked, “Are we on a date right now?””『2213 | T』

«Kiss Me By The Firelight» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ ““Alright trashmouth, truth or dare?” He looked over at Beverly, who had plopped down next to him, with a weary expression on his face. He studied her, the mischievous grin on her face not going unnoticed by an already alert Richie. “Dare, obviously. Only pussies choose truth.””『1247 | T』

«Kissed the Mark» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ ““Sorry, but you’re gonna have to tell me more than just your name before I let you put your hands on me.” Eddie jokes as he nods his head at Bev in thanks for their drinks. “I’m not that easy.” “Oh ok, hmm let me think…” Richie says as he pretends to think about what he’s going to say “I like long walks on the beach and being the little spoon, plus I’m a total bottom.” Eddie flushes at this, turning his head to avoid eye contact with Richie, and takes a sip of his beer. Richie continues to look at him, enjoying the way he continuously makes the other man blush. “What about you?””『3975 | E』

«Love Me (If That's What You Wanna Do)» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “It was hard to say who exactly started it. After all, both of them were slightly tipsy the night The Kiss happened. All Richie could say—as his hand slowly slid down Eddie’s back, causing him to let out a faint whimper—was that he was very happy with the outcome of it all.”『1286 | M』

«Make It Up To You» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “Maybe it was a little fucked up that he took considerable pleasure in watching his boyfriend of almost ten years cry as Richie denied him what he wanted most, but he couldn’t bring himself to care so much. If Eddie had caught on to his little guilty pleasure, he never mentioned it to Richie, and if he had an issue with the way Richie teased him in bed, he would have definitely called him out on it by now.”『4612 | E』

«Snowed Inn» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “Richie and Eddie are carpooling home from college for the holidays but a snowstorm hits on their way there and they have to stay the night at a b&b”『4612 | E』

«The Future Freaks Me Out» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “I’ll tell you one thing and one thing only spaghetti. I don’t want to think about a future where you’re not in it. I don’t want to think about you being on the opposite side of this country from me. I don’t want to think about any of that because I love you and it hurts. So please, shut the fuck up about college applications already!”『932 | T』

«Until I Hear It From You» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “M-my parents sucked.” Bill said as he choked back a sob. “I mean... my own father hit me with his fucking car and then barely batted an eye. I’m terrified that I’ll fuck this up, Eddie. I don’t want to be a bad father, I want Ellie to have all the love and attention that Georgie and I never got growing up. You and Rich have two adorable daughters that have everything they could ever want...That’s what I want for Ellie. Please, Eddie, tell me how to be a good father.”『1599 | T』

❀College AU Prompts❀

«Richiepat» ❀ "you asked me out and I didn’t have time for dating between a full-time course load and my job(s), so I know it’s two semesters later but I’d really like to take you up on that date" + "we always end up eating alone in the school cafeteria at the same time, so when you ask me if you can join me, I’m surprised" «Steddie» ❀ "I catch you yelling at the printer in the library for not working and I don’t mean to alarm you since you’re clearly stressed, but I think you accidentally unplugged it" «Stozier» ❀ "some idiots decided it would be funny to mess with peoples’ laundry so now we’re sorting through our dryers and you’re holding up my pink underwear"

❀Drunk Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” + 2. Road Trip AU ❀ “H-How long have you been standing there?” ❀ “You’re sick, let me take care of you.” ❀ “You make me want things I can’t have!” ❀ the gang is playing a drinking game and Eddie wins, and he wants a lapdance from Richie ❀ “Please don’t be mad at me.” ❀ “You know you don’t have to try so hard with me, right?” ❀ “Are you jealous? That’s cute.” ❀ “Oh, God. We broke it–dude, he’s gonna be so pissed! This is all your fault–it was your idea!” + “… Is that my underwear?” + “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” «Stozier» ❀ “I know you’re mad at me, but will a kiss change your mind?” ❀ “Nothing is going to happen to you.”

❀Emoji Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ 🎉👄🤒 ❀ 🐿🍌👙

❀Five Sentence Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ “they said that broken mirror equals in 7 years of bad luck”? ❀ “It’s three in the morning!” ❀ “It’s three in the morning!” ❀ “just because i love eds it doesn’t mean i want to be with him,” eddie heard richie say. «2» ❀ “you know I love you, right?” «2» ❀ “Do you want me to?” «2» ❀ “And what exactly do you think you’re doing, my love?” «Hanslon» ❀ "I finally found you"

❀Halloween Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ You've literally dressed as ____ for _____ years, shouldn't you change it up? ❀ You drank the punch at the halloween party and made yourself sick so I’m taking care of you AU ❀ excuse you, i will never be too old to go trick-or-treating and i hear the house down the street gives out full sized candy bars «Streddie» ❀ A cat followed me home and won’t leave me alone even when I put a little hat on it so I guess I have a cat now AU

❀Kiss Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ In the bedroom + Confessing feelings ❀ in the snow + relief

❀Misc. Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ claws - as an apology here’s something I wrote for you ❀ okay dee,,, write that fuckin reddie kiss i NEED it for my soul, ok??? ❀ Okay but like Richie finally comes out by writing his first comedy special on his own as like therapy to work through what happened and the whole thing is about the dumb annoying hypochondriac that he was in love with as a kid. “He put his feet in my face and kicked of my glasses and I said to myself he’s the fucking one.” ❀ ficlet for my moodboard based on “he knew well enough” ❀ “I may be short, but you could at least try to make kissing you easier!” «Stanpat» ❀ you’re obsessed with my homemade soup that I serve at my cafe and I’m too embarrassed to tell you that I’ve only been trying out new recipes to see you get excited for the soup of the day. «Stozier» ❀ can we talk about how "it takes hours to look this good richie" is followed by richie winking at stan

❀NSFW Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ “One baby won’t hurt.”

❀Headcanons❀

❀ Reddie // Sunflowers ❀ Ben // The Sims ❀ Stozier and Reddie // Stanley and Richie dated at one point ❀ Reddie // Chapter 1 End Scene ❀ Richiepat // Chaotic Best Friends

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Talking in Circles

Summary: An OC is struggling to figure out what they want and Iroh is there to talk with them.

They hugged themself, staring into the fire listlessly. Two paths with many branching paths lied before them and they didn’t know where they wanted to go. On one side were benefits they had become accustomed to over the years and on the other was a partial unknown. Both had margins of unpredictability they were not so sure they would be able to handle, but the thought of the unknown always made them fearful. It always left them unsure. So many around them knew what they wanted for themselves, but they was floating about taking everything day by day, hoping for the best.

Anxiety crushed their chest, leaving their breathing shallow and heart thundering in her ears.

A warm hand touched their back, bringing them back to reality instead of the uncertain future. Golden eyes twinkled kindly at them and the weight never left from between their shoulders.

“Hi, Uncle,” they whispered, voice tight and eyes stinging.

“Oh, dear one,” he moaned with sympathy, pulling them into a hug. “What is wrong?”

They buried their face into the crook of his neck, desperately clinging him and trying to down out their worries with his scent. It was the scent of tea, soot and sunshine. It was a comfort they dearly needed in their time of uncertainty.

He did not push them to answer and merely held them with his hand rubbing warm circles on their back. Every time they thought they were ready to speak, anxiety crushed them again and they felt as if they were going to cry. They hated crying, even if Iroh encouraged it. It made them feel weak.

When at last they could bring themself to speak, it was quiet and strained with barely repressed emotion.

“I don’t know what to do.”

He tilted his head to look them in the eye. “About what?”

They grit their teeth to regain whatever composure they had before replying, “With my future. I don’t know what I want.”

“Well, what do you enjoy?”

“That’s the thing, everything I like doing doesn’t seem like a reasonable job option. I don’t want to rely on anyone else to live comfortably. I just…” A sigh. “I don’t know…”

He began to card his fingers through their hair. “It’s admirable to want to be independent, but it is no less admirable to follow your dreams.”

“I don’t have any…”

“Well, what brings you the most joy?”

They were quiet for a moment, picking up memories. “My family… my friends… right now, my coworkers… writing, reading…”

“And I take it you’ve looked at all your options?” When they nodded, he looked up into the stars above them. “Well… you are still young. It’s alright not to know what you want, it’s alright to not have a dream right now. You are still growing into who you will become.”

They stood abruptly and began pacing, tears streaming down their face. “What if I don’t like who I become?! What if I make the wrong choice? Would I even be able to go back to what I’m doing now? I’ve already made mistakes, self-sabotaging myself at every turn it seems. I don’t have the will, the motivation to keep me on the path I’m on, but what if it’s the same on the other path? What do I do then?”

He watched them pace patiently. “If you don’t like who you become, you can change that. You will make mistakes- this is a part of life- but the important thing to know is that life is flexible and not set in stone. As for motivation… if it is something you love, you will not lose it.”

They stood still, tears still streaming down their face. “I don’t know… I still don’t know. I don’t know what I want.”

He stood and walked over as he spoke. “You don’t have to get everything right on the first try. You are allowed mistakes, you are allowed to take the time to find yourself, to find out what you are passionate about and what you wish to do. Very few people know what they want to become or where they want to take their lives at your age. Sometimes you find it out once you’ve already retired and there is nothing wrong with that.”

“What if what I choose makes me rely on other people? I don’t want to be a burden,” they whispered.

“The ones who love you will not see you as a burden. They will understand and they will help you.”

They were silent for a long moment before they whispered, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to put this all on you and I keep talking in circles.”

He placed his hands on their shoulders and made them look him in the eye. “If I didn’t want to listen and help, I would not still be here. I love you and I want you to be happy and to succeed at whatever it is that you choose to do with yourself… unless you choose mass murder. I wouldn’t want you to succeed in that.”

An unbidden laugh made them feel a little lighter.

He grinned. “There’s that smile.”

They looked into his amber eyes and, though still lost, felt a little better. “I still don’t know what to do…”

“It’s alright. Choose what’s right for you at the time. If you choose to leave the path you’re on and it is meant for you, then you can come back. If not, then you will find another door that is open for you.”

Warmth spread through their chest and they hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Uncle Iroh.”

He hugged back, firm and warm and just what they needed. “You’re welcome, my dear heart. I love you.”

Hot tears trailed down their cheeks and they buried their face back into his neck. “I love you, too, Uncle.”

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Is He A Clone?

A Rockabye Au Ficlet

“Grandpa Shermie?”

“Yes, Dipper?”

“Grunkle Ford never made a clone of himself, did he?” Dipper asks.

Shermie turns sharply and finds his grandson looking at an older picture of the Pines family. It was Grandma Johnson, Ma, Shermie, Ford and-

“Where’d you find that?” Shermie asks, marching over and taking it from his hands.

“From the boxes I was cleaning with Gramma,” Dipper answers, confused at his normally laid back grandfather’s reaction.

Shermie looks at the face of Stanley and his features turn sad- no that word wasn’t strong enough… sorrowful.

“No, Ford didn’t end up making clones- never got around to it,” Shermie replies. “I told you twins run in the family, didn’t I?”

“Yeah… wait Grunkle Ford had a twin?”

“Yup. His name was Stanley… and he was the closest thing to a dad I ever had,” Shermie mutters, heart squeezing at the thought of that night.

“What happened to him?”

The boy’s curiosity was just like Stanford’s and his persistence was much like Stan’s.

“He died saving me,” Shermie answers and then he walks away, heart heavier than anything on this earth…

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WARNING: Suicide ideation implications

LINE BREAK

“Grunkle Stan, are you okay?”

Stan’s head jerks up at seeing his nephew standing in the doorway. He presents a well practiced, false smile immediately. “Yeah, kid.”

Dipper frowns and steps forward, perceptive eyes piercing him in a way Stan hasn’t been familiar with in a long time. He forces himself to maintain eye contact as his nephew stands in front of him.

“No you’re not.”

Stan’s chest seizes with emotion and he just reaches forward and places his hand on Dipper’s head, taking in the soft texture of his head. “I’m fine.”

Dipper’s frown deepens and when he speaks it’s slowly, as if he’s trying to carefully word what he says. “Grunkle Stan... I know you’re used to lying... and that you hate to show emotion but... but this isn’t good.”

“I’m just... tired,” Stan finally admits as he drops his hand back into his lap.

Dipper reaches for his hand and grips it, not looking at Stan’s face anymore. He just squeezes Stan’s hand and holds onto it tightly.

Stan sucks in a breath to fight the swirl of emotions. “Kid...”

“I’d miss you.”

Those words send a shock through him. He tries to think of any way he indicated his thoughts. How could this boy know? How could he read him so well? Why isn’t he denying it?

His voice cracks when he says, “You’ll come back.”

He doesn’t know if he’s referring to coming back next summer or coming back to feeling alright again. He feels as if he’s admitting too much. Dipper’s twelve. He doesn’t need to know about this. He’s too young to have such a thing on his shoulders. He’s too young to already know about this.

Dipper’s trembling now, his head still lowered. “Please don’t go...”

Stan realizes Dipper’s crying. He hesitates, but he lifts Dipper’s chin so he can see his face. The pain and fear in those brown eyes stab him so deep he’d rather be shot again.

“Oh, kid.” He pulls the boy into his arms and hugs him fiercely.

Dipper hugs him back fiercely as if afraid to let go and sobs into Stan’s shoulder.

Stan’s not sure how long he holds him before Dipper’s trembling voice catches his attention.

“I-I’m afraid... I’m afraid when we leave... that-that you won’t be here when we come back...”

Stan gulps thickly and his eyes water. How could he do something like this to his nephew? After spending so long loving the little knuckleheads how could he contemplate they’d be better off without him? How could he be so selfish to even contemplate...

“I’d miss you... I’d miss you so much,” Dipper sobs.

Stan hugs him tighter and rocks him gently back and forth because if he hugs him any harder he might crush the child. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?” The word is so soft and scared and hopeful.

Stan nods. “I... I promise.”

Dipper’s fists bunch up Stan’s shirt. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

How could he say no after their talk? “Of course, kid.”

Stan picks up the pajama clad boy and places him on the bed beside him. As soon as he brings both legs back up to the bed his nephew is curled into his side hugging his middle. He rubs Dipper’s back and wipes his cheeks.

“I love you, Grunkle Stan.”

“I love you, too.”

And they fell asleep like that. Dipper clinging to his uncle and Stan holding on to his nephew... both hoping for the best despite wallowing in the worst...

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Delayed Healing

A Rockabye Au Ficlet

“You resented me… didn’t you?” Sherman asks as he stands in front of Stan’s grave- right next to their father’s and mother’s. He doesn’t brother to turn around to look at his only living brother. “You blamed me for his death didn’t you?”

Stanford scoffs and puts an arm over the younger man’s shoulders. “What makes you say that?”

“You have to… he was your twin and he died saving me.”

“I tell you this over and over. I don’t hate you and I don’t blame you. Stan was the type of guy who would’ve put his life on the line for you no matter what… it’s not your fault. Those bastards… it was their fault.”

Sherman looks over at Stanford and notices how old he’s gotten. Would Stan have looked like this had he lived to be this old? Would his hair be darker or lighter? Would he even still have all of his hair? Would he have let himself go? How would he have changed?

Those thoughts are one of the reasons he hesitates to see Stanford. It hurt to see him sometimes. Stanford ended up having to fill Stan’s roll. Sherman can remember the first night that the nightmares hit that their mom wasn’t there to comfort him for.

Ford had been deep in grief himself- how his grades stayed up still was beyond his comprehension- but he came into Shermie’s room and hugged him. Shermie sobbed his apologies and Ford hadn’t bothered to speak- better to let the boy get it all out. Shermie fell asleep like that.

Another time Shermie had let the grief consume him and he ended up nearly doing something drastic. Ford had yelled at him and restrained him and broke down into tears himself. “Stan wouldn’t’ve wanted this.” That broke Shermie in ways he wouldn’t be able to describe even decades later.

Stanford Pines was- perhaps- the only reason Sherman was as old and as stable was he is now. He was Sherman’s second father. And a young Sherman was determined not to lose this one like the first and the one he’d never got the chance to meet.

Sherman sighs as he rubs his shoulder as it begins to ache. “I know.”

Stanford notices the action. “Are you alright? Do you need a pain pack?”

“No, I’m fine.”

Stanford gives him a disbelieving look and then adjusts the collar to look at the burn mark on his shoulder.

A burn gotten from fighting a demon for Stanford’s very life. Sherman looks over his shoulder and sees guilt swimming in Stanford’s eyes.

“That wasn’t your fault…”

“But it was,” Ford says as he lets go, seeing it’s not festering with infection. “Oh but it was…”

“Are you two gonna be there all day?”

The two look up at Mabel as she stands near the entrance of the graveyard.

“We’ll be right there, sweetie!” Stanford calls with a soft smile.

Sherman readjusts his clothes and walks towards his granddaughter. “Coming over for dinner?”

“Depends on who’s cooking.”

Shermie gives his older brother a look.

Stanford chuckles and throws his arm over his younger brother’s shoulders.. “Of course I am. Let’s go.”

The two walk away from the grave with smiles on their faces as they go back to the world of the living.