#* gross sobbing * fucking dorks

[hostess-of-horror]

*kicks down door*

Guess who just saw The Super Mario Brothers Movie?

I DID.

Spoilers down below!

Did anyone else get like, weirdly honored, once they saw Mario and Luigi's family, especially the parents? Like. They made these dorks. They are the ones who brought them into the world and I am beyond grateful.

BOWSER MY FUCKING BELOVED!

I doubt we're going to have this, but I genuinely want an explanation as to why there's a magical pipe that leads to the Mushroom Kingdom in the human world? Mario mentioned earlier in the movie that the sewers look like no one has been down there for years... Was that pipe the reason why it has been abandoned?

Also, I'm genuinely surprised that Peach is given a canon backstory! And one that's about her origins as a human baby! Is Peach's disappearance from the human world the cause of the sewers being abandoned, because a search party went out for her but couldn't find her?

So. Many. References. And all of them are AWESOME.

I was genuinely looking forward to Luigi being attacked by Boos as well as Dry Bones and Shy Guys in the Badlands. But hey, what they showed in the movie was good enough for me. Hopefully, more Boos will come back in the sequel!

Of course, Bowser's castle/ship and the Badlands are my favorite worlds!

🎶Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches Peaches🎶

BOWSER MY FUCKING BELOVED!!

I could mention only Mario's duel with Donkey Kong or the Rainbow Road ambush, but seriously everything in this movie was so action-packed and so fun to experience. One could say that the pacing of the story is very fast, but honestly I didn't mind. The Super Mario Brothers franchise can be (and is) very simple in terms of plot, so some speed doesn't bother me.

The part where Bowser practices his proposal with Kamek, who is dressed like Peach, is EVERYTHING. The white tuxedo hat, the piranha plant bouquet, Jack Black's performance... GAH IT'S SO ADORABLE!

And it just seems to me that, if the circumstances were different and maybe given a chance, Bowser would actually be a decent lover. Hell, the guy actually sounded so genuine whenever he mentioned Peach or was talking to her ("I'm going to sacrifice those guys... in your honor."). I mean, yeah he did force Peach to marry him and he has a raging temper and also gets jealous super easy, buuuut...

I'm just saying, if Peach doesn't want to marry him, shit I will! Homie just wants some lovin' and I can relate to that!

BOWSER MY FUCKING BELOVED!!!

My new favorite character? Lumalee. I love this psychotic little cutie!

"There is no escape. The only escape is the sweet release of death." "Finally... Mercy..." "Fresh meat for the grinder!" I want him as a pet. Can you have a Luna as a pet?

Mario and Luigi are so sweet, I swear to God! Y'ALL. Their brotherly love is so precious... 💕💕💕

The way Mario and Luigi hugged each other and touched foreheads when they reunited was... *gross, ugly sobbing*

KING BOO. KING BOO IS IN THIS MOVIE AND I WAS SO GODDAMN EXCITED. PLEASE NINTENDO, HAVE HIM BE THE MAIN VILLAIN OF THE SEQUEL!

Peach's wedding gown was gorgeous! The pink fading was beautifully designed! In fact, Bowser's wedding venue was really pretty!

Oh, did I mention this?

BOWSER! MY! FUCKING! BELOVED!

#the super mario bros movie spoilers #the super mario bros movie #super mario bros movie #super mario bros #mario movie #mario movie spoilers

[blog-name-idk]

Everything Falls (Into Place) | 02

**Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 3042

~~~~~

Things were not just fine. Well, they had been at first, after your initial breakdown. It had turned out that you had just been in shock the first day - after half a bottle of wine you had been sobbing in Mina's arms as she performed the best friend duty of telling you your ex was an asshole, a total moron, you were a goddess and he didn't deserve to even smell the shit that came out of your ass, etc. But it seemed like that one good cry session had cleared your head, and you found yourself not missing your ex at all. The first couple days with Mina had actually been fun, like an extended slumber party where you both fell asleep watching Netflix and giggling.

Unfortunately, it had now been two weeks, and absolutely no one was looking for new roommates or subleasers. While Mina was being a complete gem about the situation, her studio was cozy at best for one person, and you felt terrible taking up her space for so long. Not to mention her couch was less than luxurious, and you felt like you were well on your way to developing a permanent hunchback.

Comfort aside, it was likely that in another couple weeks you and your best friend were liable to be in the news for a murder, probably murder-suicide if the remorse hit before police showed up. You knew you were getting desperate when you actually began to consider answering the creepy Craiglist ads that listed "female roommate only" for "strictly nonsexual reasons."

You relayed your woes to Jackson the next time he called to check in on you, and he was silent for several long moments.

"I… I might know someone who has a spare room," your brother finally muttered hesitantly, tone pained. You perked up from where you had been sinking into the couch between its two lopsided cushions.

"What! And you didn't tell me?" You accused, both excited and annoyed.

"Well, I'm not sure if they'd want to rent it out…" he hedged, still sounding reluctant.

"Dude what the hell, you haven't even asked?" You said indignantly, shocked that he would hold out on you like this.

"You'd be living with a bunch of dudes."

Ah, there it was. Big brother Jackson coming out.

"You know I don't care about that. I've lived with guys before." Well, one guy. And he had never used the kitchen or left his room. Best roommate you'd ever had.

"Not seven," came the sullen mutter on the other line.

"Oh my god Jackson," you groaned, rolling your eyes. "The fact that you're even suggesting them means that you know them all and they're good people, right? It's not like they're gonna murder me and hide my body in the walls or something."

"Well, yeah, but…"

"But WHAT?" you almost screamed in frustration. You wanted to strangle him.

"They're all… hot."

There was silence for several moments. Then you started guffawing uncontrollably, unladylike snorts escaping from your lips.

"You are such a dork," you gasped between laughs, tears coming to your eyes. "If I promise not to let them gangbang me, will you please ask?"

"Never say that again," came the revolted reply, making you laugh even harder.

"What, can't stomach the idea of a houseful of your buddies railing your little sister?" you taunted, unable to resist needling your brother despite the fact that he currently held your salvation in his hands.

"Oh my god please stop, I'm going to throw up."

"I'll stop if you ask them. Look, I'll even promise to you right now. This vagina is off limits to anyone I live with. Girl scout's honor."

"One, fucking gross, please stop using those words. Two, you were a brownie for one week. Three, you're actually serious, aren't you?"

"Deadly. Please. Share the whole sob story if you think it'll guilt them into saying yes. I'm desperate. If this goes on much longer you're going to have to start calling me Quasimodo."

"Ugh, FINE!"

~~~~~

Namjoon tried not to sigh as Jin rushed around the house, fluffing pillows and cleaning nonexistent dust off the shelves.

"Hyung, if she's gonna live here, she's gonna see the house in its normal state," Namjoon complained from the couch, where he had been ordered to sit and not touch anything.

"I guess you have a point," the oldest member of the house sighed, eyeing the younger members who were currently lounging on their phones and clearly not worried about the state of the house.

"Plus she might be a total bitch," added Jungkook from where he was playing some phone game. "That's why she's coming over here anyway, right? To see if it would even be a good fit?"

Namjoon frowned at the comment, though he said nothing. Considering how much Jackson clearly adored his sister, he doubted you could be that bad. But as much as he wanted to help his friend out, he couldn't just agree to let some stranger move in without letting his roommates weigh in on the decision. It was especially complicated since you were a girl, they were a bunch of dudes (some thirstier than others), and Jackson's parting words had made Namjoon's butthole clench.

"We definitely still have that spare room, but I'll have to talk to the other guys about it first. We'd probably want to meet her before deciding anything."

"That's fair. I'll send you her phone number so you can coordinate."

"Alright, I'll shoot her a text after this."

"I really appreciate it." A pause, then in a quieter, eerily cold tone, "also, if anyone hurts her, I will cut off their balls and shove them down their throat."

"Uh -"

"Anyway, thanks buddy! I'll call you again some time soon so we can catch up!"

Yeah, he had never heard Jackson use that icy tone of voice before and he sincerely hoped never to experience it again. It was fine, men and women were perfectly capable of healthy, platonic friendships. You probably wouldn't even be that cute, anyway.

A knock on the door cut off all conversation in the room, and Namjoon hurried to the door, narrowly avoiding knocking over the coat rack in the entryway. He opened the door to greet you, and okay, you were pretty cute.

"Um, hi," you said a bit awkwardly, shifting your weight from foot to foot. "I'm [y/n]."

Realizing he was just standing in the door like a big stupid gorilla, he quickly put a smile on his face and welcomed you in.

"It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Namjoon."

Your eyes sparkled in recognition and your lips broke into a bright smile. Oh no, you were really cute.

"Oh! It's nice to officially meet you too. Thanks so much for even considering this, I know it's a weird time of year and you don't really need another renter."

"It's the least I can do, Jackson is a good friend," he assured as he led you to the living room where the rest of the boys were gathered.

"[Y/n]?" Taehyung was gaping slightly.

"[Y/n]?" That was Jungkook, whose head had whipped up immediately when he heard your name.

"Taehyung? Jungkook? I didn't know you lived here!" You looked just as surprised as everyone else at this turn of events, and Namjoon wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. If you were a prior hook-up or something, then everything was going to shit already.

"I mentioned her name when I told you about this," he said, exasperated, and the younger boys looked away guiltily. They had probably tuned out after they had gotten the gist of the situation.

"So how do you guys know each other?" He asked in trepidation, praying that the answer would be something that allowed everyone's genitalia to remain intact.

"[Y/n]'s my best customer!" Taehyung volunteered immediately, and before anyone else could say anything, Jungkook cut in.

"[Y/n]'s also the best tutor!" He declared, and Namjoon heaved an internal sigh of relief. His balls were safe. And it seemed that you already had the approval of two of the members, at least.

"Thanks guys," you said with a chuckle. "Though I think 'best customer' is a nice way of saying I spend an irresponsible amount of money on coffee."

The others in the room laughed at your quip, and it seemed you and Namjoon remembered them at the same time.

"Um, yeah, so… I'm [y/n]."

~~~~~

You weren't exactly sure what to expect when first planning the meeting with Namjoon. He himself seemed kind and respectful, though it was hard to get any legitimate read on him through the minimal text messages you had exchanged. Still, Jackson spoke highly of him, and his approval carried a lot of weight.

The house itself was a lot larger and nicer than you expected, though you supposed it made sense if seven (hopefully soon to be eight) people lived there comfortably. It was cleaner than you had pictured for a group of college guys, too. At least the living room was.

The biggest surprise, though, was the members. Sure, you had your brother's reluctant admission that they were all "hot," but that was not an adequate word to describe the men before you. Beautiful was closer to the truth. You had thought Taehyung and Jungkook, the cute underclassman you tutored in math, were anomalies, but there were five more stupidly gorgeous guys on campus? Were they all drawn to live together by some weird universal law like "thou shalt only reside with other 10s"?

Chill the fuck out, you mentally berated yourself. You literally just got out of a relationship, and these guys might be your ROOMMATES.

They all seemed nice, which was a relief. After realizing you had been standing awkwardly while the rest of them were seated, Namjoon had ushered you to an armchair that was already more comfortable than Mina's old couch. Then, the boys you didn't know proceeded to introduce themselves.

"I'm Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi!" Said the boy furthest to your right. He beamed at you with a dazzlingly bright smile, and it was impossible for you not to smile back.

"I'm Jimin!" Chirped the next one. When he grinned, his cheeks squished his eyes into tiny crescents that made your insides go gooey.

"I'm Jin," the next boy (man, really) said with a charming smile. You kept your eyes on his face, which unfortunately was just as distractingly perfect as his broad shoulders.

"Yoongi." The last one didn't smile, but he nodded politely, and his quiet voice sent an agreeable shiver down your spine. What was up with this house? Was there something in the water?

"It's nice to meet you all. I guess we've all established who I am at this point," you joked to hide your sudden nerves. This felt weirdly like a job interview, which would have been bad enough, but being the object of focus of seven ethereally gorgeous faces spiked your anxiety even higher. So of course, you said something stupid.

"I promise I won't murder you guys and wear your skin." Fuck. Fix this. "I mean, not that you guys don't have great skin! You definitely wouldn't need the hose. Fuck. I'm sorry. I swear I'm not insane."

You finally decided that you were only making things worse for yourself and shut the hell up, face bright red as you waited for them to tell you to get the hell out of their house. Instead, wheezing came from your left, and you panicked further. Had you managed to freak one of them out into a full blown panic attack? You forced yourself to look at the source of the noise.

Yoongi of all people had collapsed onto the floor, and you realized that he was laughing. You stared, dumbstruck, as a wide, gummy smile transformed his demeanor from intimidatingly stoic to fucking adorable. As if he had opened the floodgates, the rest of the guys started cracking up as well and you hid your face in your hands.

"I'm sorry, [y/n], but that was amazing," gasped Taehyung between giggles. Jimin had straight up fallen off the couch and was doubled over on the floor. You sighed, pouting a little. At least laughing was better than them actually thinking you were a psycopathic murderer.

"You don't have to be so nervous," Namjoon said soothingly when they managed to calm down. "We're not trying to find anything wrong with you. Just make sure you're a good fit."

"And that you won't kill us in our sleep," Jimin had to add, and promptly slipped back onto the floor amid gales of laughter, setting everyone off again. At this point you couldn't help but join in, their good humor was infectious.

"But really though, you know Kookie and I are already totally fine with you living here," Taehyung assured you with those warm eyes. Jungkook smiled that adorable, doe-eyed smile at you, and you felt yourself relaxing.

"Alright alright, well I clean up after myself, especially in common areas, and I do my dishes after I'm done."

"Sold," said Jin immediately, glaring at Jungkook and Jimin, who looked away innocently.

"I guess I'm also pretty quiet if I'm by myself? Even if I'm in my room I kind of prefer listening to music with headphones, and I don't use voice chat when I game, so you won't hear me yelling or anything."

"Can we just replace Kookie with [y/n]?" Drawled Yoongi, and you smiled a bit at Jungkook's pout. You assumed this implied you had the quiet one's approval, at least. Jimin and Hobi were also quick to say they had no objections to you, and you gladly accepted their offer to tour the house.

"Oh my god yes, please let me live here," you blurted as soon as they showed you the kitchen. It boasted a nice convection oven with gas ranges (Mina's studio had electric stove tops, which you despised with a passion), and plenty of counter space. But what really sold you was the large island with a beautiful, sexy marble top.

"Do you cook?" Jin asked in approving tones, and you shrugged.

"I'm not like a master chef or anything, but I can handle myself. It's not like it's hard to follow recipes, either."

"You'd be surprised," Jimin snickered, looking directly at Namjoon, who was blushing.

"I'm banned from touching anything here…" he mumbled bashfully, and you cooed internally at how cute he was.

"Hey, different strokes, right?" You reassured him, and he blindsided you with the appearance of some seriously lethal dimples. You really hoped you got desensitized quickly to the frankly ridiculous level of beauty present in this household.

The rest of the house was just as nice, and when they showed you the so-called spare room, you gasped. "Dude, this is bigger than Mina's studio."

The boys laughed at your enthusiasm, and Hobi stepped forward.

"This room is connected to mine through a bathroom - are you okay with that?"

"Of course! I don't want to put you out if you're used to having your own bathroom though…"

"Nah I don't mind! Besides, Jimin and Tae make due somehow and Jimin spends more time on his hair than the rest of us put together."

"Hyung!" Jimin whined cutely and you laughed again. You seemed to be doing that a lot around these boys.

"Well it pays off, maybe you can give me some pointers," you joked, and Jimin's face went from a pout to a mischievous grin as he winked at you. You outwardly didn't react, but inside you were dying. How did he go from adorable to flirty and hot so quickly? Who was your ex again?

The tour ended back downstairs, in the dining room this time, and everyone took a seat around the large table.

"What are your thoughts so far?" Asked Namjoon when everyone was settled.

"Honestly, I feel like this is too good to be true," you admitted. "Just how crazy would the rent be?"

He named a number and your jaw dropped.

"Namjoon, buddy, I think you forgot a zero," you stammered. There was no way a room in a house this nice could be that cheap, even if the rent was being split eight different ways.

"Uh, actually," Jin cut in, ears a little pink. "My family owns this house, so they cut us a deal."

You stared at Jin, mouth opening and closing like a fish. So he was handsome, sweet, and loaded. Was someone else in this house a secret prince or something? You half expected this to be some weird hidden camera prank.

"Okay, now this definitely seems too good to be true," you finally managed. And it did. On paper, it was completely ludicrous that you would be offered the opportunity to live in a dope-ass house, with the seven most beautiful human beings you had ever met, who were also really fucking nice, and you only had to share a bathroom with one person, and it was cheaper than the rent you were currently paying for your shitty student apartment. But looking around the table, you felt no unease stirring in your gut. And Jackson of all people had vouched for them. You knew you'd eventually get used to their looks and be able to see them objectively as friends. So you narrowed your eyes at the boys and said,

"Wait, this is a ploy to murder me for my skin suit, isn't it?"

The table dissolved into laughs again, and you relaxed further.

"Skin suit? Are you a lizard person?" Hobi joked, and you grinned and winked at him.

"Did you not know? Reptilians make the best roommates." Your wit was rewarded by another blast of that sunshine smile.

"[Y/n], what do you call it when a lizard can't shed?" Jin suddenly asked, and you cocked your head, confused.

"A reptile dysfunction!" Jin immediately began laughing and slapping the table at his own joke, and you couldn't help but join him amid the groans of his housemates. Yeah, you had a good feeling about these guys.

~~~~~

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#bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts fluff #kim namjoon x reader #kim seokjin x reader #park jimin x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #min yoongi x reader #kim taehyung x reader #jung hoseok x reader

[ryttu3k]

A selection of moments from my last session/s of Tavias' run. All spoilery for endgame. Image-heavy, used all 30 image slots.

"When I said I wanted to get more in touch with my draconic ancestry, this was not what I had in mind."

This is an interesting example because Tavias was in this situation. Two days ago. And his exact response was, "Actually, I would rather die than become a monster under a more powerful being's thrall."

Not capped: *gross sobbing over Dear Ansur*

Not capped: Just for the record, the line that officially pushed Astarion from approval 99 to approval 100 was:

Halsin: "Perhaps you'd care for a little extra company..."

Tavias: "The more the merrier!"

Astarion: *approves*

(I hc he's quietly nursing a raging crush on Halsin and the V relationship absolutely has the potential to turn into a full triangle, and not just because I'm hopeless for Halstarion.)

I really wish you could talk to Astarion about this later. I'm very glad you can talk to Halsin, but this should be addressed too! I'm glad he feels confident and safe enough to push his own boundaries, I just really wish we could like... check in on him and make sure he's doing okay. See also: helping Halsin recognise that what happened to him was trauma.

Seven years too late (he was seventeen years old, Ulder), but finally some parental approval!

<3

Not capped: the forehead touch after the kiss with Halsin is. Goddamn adorable ;_;

Genuinely motivational tbh

This is what we call an, "Ah fuck" moment.

Okay so. Orin basically saved the world.

Like obviously the Brain breaking free from the influence of the crown is a bad thing. But consider the alternative - a Brain who willingly follows the Dark Urge. A Brain who doesn't rebel, that rebellion leading to its ultimate downfall. A Brain who does follow the Dark Urge is a Brain in a world where Bhaal wins.

But Orin was jealous. Orin wanted her father's love. Orin attacks her sibling, and that sibling wakes up and goes, actually, you know what? I don't think I do want to be Bhaal's puppet for the rest of my existence, and the world is saved.

Dude there are plenty of other options that don't involve that. What is wrong with you.

Not capped: Beorn Wunterbrood being like, "Balduran's grace be with you" and Tavias just going, "......yeahhhhh haha about that, there's a non-zero chance we're gonna have to kill Balduran. Just. Just so you know."

You got it, boss. #ResistDurgeIsChosenOfJergalTruther

Not capped: "I always dreamed of walking these halls, you know. My dreams never included a giant brain or smoldering ruins, but I'll take what I can get~" I <3 him what a goddamn dork.

Not capped: you know this is the part where I'd have to be like. Yeah you guys go ahead. Yeah I'm gonna sit this one out. Why? Well, do I look like I can climb the giant squishy completely vertical tube while it actively tries to fly? No no if someone can teleport me up I can fight but otherwise I may have to sit this one out.

For the first time... quiet at last.

Oh this shit hurts ;_;

He chose against apotheosis this time <3 I can only surmise that what happened in Tae's run was that saying, no, fuck Mystra, you don't owe her anything, made him decide to act against her? This is still... not necessarily a great ending for Gale, because it still requires capitulating to the desires of his abuser, even if it does mean being free of the Orb (and not becoming Cringegod(tm). It's the best possible ending for him, yes, but I wish there was an option for him to acknowledge that what Mystra did to him was awful and he didn't deserve to be treated like that, and be able to reject the Crown.

Not capped: still! goddamn! hate! how Astarion running from the sun is almost played for laughs! I got Gale's line in this one and hearing how dismissive and flippant it is compared to what'll be the new line, where he sounds genuinely horrified and worried and openly states they'll need to be a good friend to him and offer him comfort, is... god. Dramatic difference. "Welp, that's the last we'll see of him!" that original line is so wrong ;_;

Glad she was able to make the decision herself. Forcing her just feels wrong.

I like this <3 Halsin still carries out his dream, but the relationship doesn't end, it's just. Long-distance, haha.

It's interesting how this plays out if you do Halsin poly, because it has the scene of Halsin waking up next to the PC, they talk about where things go, they walk off hand in hand... then it has the scene of Astarion waking up next to the PC, they talk about... etc XD I'd love if they included a poly option with all three of them, so you can get just the Halsin one, or just the Astarion one, or one where you talk to both at the same time. IIRC the only relationships where you can do Halsin poly is with Astarion or Shadowheart, so that's only two extra scenes they'd have to work out! It just feels a bit awkward as it is, with both scenes playing one after the other?

Anyway. The Astarion scene <3 This is the bit where I got all misty-eyed because. The reflection of, "What do you want?" "You. I want... you", and the beautiful Durge-specific line of being able to choose family... ;_;

They absolutely get together while in Avernus <3

Final decisions: Orpheus requests a merciful death, which Tavias provides. Lae'zel chooses to go to war. Gale returns the crown to Mystra. Wyll offers to accompany Karlach to Avernus, and she chooses to accept. Halsin goes to start a new community for those in need, with his relationship with Tavias continuing. Tavias and Astarion stay together and look for a way for Astarion to walk in the sun again.

There will be a separate post just for the epilogue, once I sort the, uh, 723 screencaps I took for it!

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #ry plays bg3 #oc: tavias

[thatonewatching]

Church Boy-Long ride

I walked down to the bus stop. I quickly realized it was way too cold for October. Freezing my dick off outside, I heard some footsteps behind me and immediately spun around. 

A greasy-headed brunette approached at a weary pace, examining me. He eventually got to the stop and tried to peer down at me without being obnoxiously obvious. "Hey..." he muttered, not even looking down. Guess he was trying to give off the 'badass teen who doesn't care.' look. You know, he pulled it off. 

"Hey..." I replied, just as monotonously as him. "So, you new?" he asked, stealing a swift glance. "Yep. Just moved into 402." I informed, shrugging my shoulders. "Nice, you believe in ghosts?" he asked simply as if it were a normal conversation. "Woah! That was quick!" I exclaimed. "I know. Just thought I'd bring it up. Kinda surprised you haven't seen anything yet." he admitted. 

"What do you mean? Are the apartments haunted?" I ask, now very intrigued. "I mean, yea? I guess so. I've seen some shit. Especially with what happened to poor Mrs. Sanderson..." he let out a long sigh, obviously waiting for me to say something. "What? Who's Mrs. Sanderson and what the hell are you on?" I asked. "Did you meet Charley yet? Once you do, you'll understand. Anyways, Mrs. Sanderson used to live in 403, before she got murdered, that is."

"Murdered?"

"Shh, keep it down! And yea, murder. Charley did it. I was in there fixin' her toilet and he burst in screamin' like a psycho. "I know what you did, bitch! Herman told me everything!" she tried to calm him down, but he was already slitting her throat. Then he left." the brunette admitted. 

"What the fuck... are you high?"

"I wish...This is some heavy shit, man."

"No shit..."

"Anyways, change of subject!" 

"Alright? I'm Sal, I just moved here from Jersey."

"Nice, name's Larry. My mom's the janitor here. She gets a room in the basement rent-free with the maintenance gig. You should come down sometime, we could hang out. "

"Sounds good. Would today work?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Nice."

"..."

"..."

"Bus is here!"

"No shit."

"Don't be an ass, sit with me." Larry offered. "Fine, dork." I agreed, sitting down after him. He looked out the window and sighed, leaving a foggy mark on the cold glass. He then proceeded to draw a penis. A light chuckle could be heard from the giant of a man, then he turned to me and smirked. 

More like a shit-eating grin if you ask me.

"Really?" I asked, giving a sarcastic eye roll. "Yep." he answered, shamelessly. "Dumbass." I retorted. Larry theatrically wiped his eyes. Through fake sobs, he muttered something. "That's...the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me!" he sobbed, burying his face in his hands and continuing to fake sob.

"Shut up." I exclaimed, punching his arm. "Ow, damnit." he retorted, grabbing where I punched him. "Pussy." I mocked. He smirked down at me, and we started rambling about stupid shit. Bands, school, favorite teachers, hardest subjects, crushes, video games, and more.

The bus stopped again, and Larry's demeanor immediately changed. "Fuck..." he whispered. "What?" I ask. "Travis." he answered, pointing at a blonde with tanned skin. He walked to where we were and sat directly parallel. "Larry, I didn't know you had a boyfriend!" the boy exclaimed. "Fuck off, Phelps." Larry responded, grabbing at his jeans and balling his fists. 

"Or what, faggot?" Travis asked, smirking wildly. "Or I'll break your fucking jaw..." Larry answered. When I tell you a shiver went down my spine, I meant it. "You said that last week." Travis retorted, shrugging his shoulders as if not even concerned with Larry's threat. "And you call me and my friends a slur every day, get some new material, church boy." Larry responded, anger stifling. "Well, it's true. You and your friends are a bunch of homos!" Travis exclaimed, clenching his fists. 

"Not all of us..." Larry muttered, giving me a glance considering he thought I was a twink. Which I am.

"All of you? So, some of you are fags? Gross." Travis jeered, stifling a laugh as he scoffed. "No, they aren't fags, Travis. They're people with names and lives. Now, shut the hell up you pussy." Larry threatened. "Fine, fine. Sorry that I offended you. I'll leave you be so you and your freaky ass boyfriend can eye-fuck some more." Travis retorted, attempting to sound serious. "First off, not my boyfriend, I'm straight. Second, didn't you kiss a boy? I think I remember-" 

Larry was quickly cut off by Travis' words. "No! I didn't!" Travis exclaimed, drawing more attention from the other kids on the bus. "Just, shut up, Phelps." Larry exasperatedly said. "Whatever, queer..." Travis muttered, turning back to the window and looking out. 

Larry had been looking out the window when I tugged on his sleeve so I could grab his attention. "What the fuck was that about?" I asked. "Nothing. He just likes to pick fights n' shit. I put him in his place when he tries me." Larry answered. "Badass." I mocked. "Hey," Larry murmured. "Yea?" I answered. "Let me know if he fucks with you. You're an ass but I won't let you get bullied." He said, a small chuckle coming after

"Says the one who draws dicks." I teased, punching his arm. "Yeah, whatever. You're just lame!" he mocked. I rolled the eye I could and laid my head on the back of the seat. I felt Larry stand up and so I did too. "We're here!" Larry sung. "Yeah, Hell." I finished. "It's not all bad, except Travis, he's a little piss baby." Larry mocked, making sure Travis could hear. "I am not a piss baby!" Travis yelled. "Whatever..." Larry said, "Piss baby..."

I chuckled but my mask muffled it. "Alright, I'll show you to the office and classes and all that." 

"What are you? My dad?"

"Nah, but I am used to being called Daddy."

"Gross, dude."

"Whatever, dork."

"I hate you."

"You know you don't!"

"Is it too late to back out of this friendship?"

"Yes."

"Damn..."

He walked me to the front office, and I grabbed my schedule from the woman sitting at her desk. "Thanks, Mrs!" I called out. 

(Originally posted May 13th 2023 on Wattpad)

"Church Boy." - Long Ride - Wattpad

#sally face #salvis #travis phelps #larry johnosn #fanfic #fanfiction #angst upcoming #nockfell #steve gabry #smut upcoming #wattpad original #wattpad link #fiction

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

have i asked for stan and kyle's favorite books/movies yet? i assume ur stan can read unlike mine smh

Lmfaooooo what a slay ask as ALWAYS from the wife!!! OJV Stan can, in fact, read, he just gets distracted (adhd boy across the ncu/ojv board!)

I got sooooo many ideas for this one YOUR HONOR THEY ARE MASSIVE DORKS!!!

They like a lotttt of the same stuff, Game of Thrones, Lord of the Rings, oh my god they are HUGE Bill and Ted fans they’re definitely being “excellent to each other” if ya know what I mean ;) another favorite is Percy Jackson and Stan 100% cried during that part in MOA (same) Kyle made the rest of the M5 listen to the audiobooks and Cartman has definitely read every depraved fanfiction ashdhdksl. Stan and Kyle are SUCH fantasy nerds especially Stan out here learning tolkien elvish to rizz the sbf up smh

Style went FERAL over The Last of Us show they loved the games so much and oh my goodness they… may or may not have had a Voltron phase (it was Cartman’s fault) BRUH!!!!! Ok these two LOVE Kevin Smith’s filmography!!!! Kyle’s favorite is Tusk and Stan’s is Clerks 3 he SOBBED HIS EYEBALLS OUT!!!

Kyle’s definitely also into documentaries, particularly historical ones, where Stan kind of spaces out unless it’s animal planet (king shit) also DUDE How To Train Your Dragon is a fave. Kyle LOVES Dead Poets Society.

So Kyle definitely is a little more inclined to reading, though they’re both a sucker for a story, but he’s the one who actually sat down and read GOT, actually enjoyed the assigned reading in high school, like this man was out here enjoying the HELL out of A Separate Peace, Lord of the Flies, Of Mice and Men, and HOLY SHIT he ADORES Ray Bradbury. OrangeJuiceVerse Kyle is such an idealistic guy, he fucks that magical realism UP!!! Def likes poetry, Kipling is a FAVE!!! Also down to read think pieces, absolutely loves when something gets him thinking about human nature. Shakespeare too! His favorite is A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Stan’s favorite is Titus Andronicus.

Stan Marsh, our resident hopeless romantic, ADORES MUSICALS! He has made everyone in the Star Seven watch every single Team Starkid Show (his favorite is probably Twisted) (Kenny likes Starship because he loves him some puppets) (kys fave is The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals bc the title made him laugh) Stan, Cartman, and Marj are THE trio to go see musicals it’s so fun! And Stan’s favorite broadway musical was in fact The Lightning Thief. He’s a big enjoyer of The Music Man too. And LITTLESHOP!!! Oh dude he watched the helll out of Austin & Ally lmfao

I’ve mentioned before Stan watching alllll the sappy ass Dog Movies when he’s depressed, holed up in the Sadsack Hoodie with Old Yeller, 8 Below, Homeward Bound, Where the Red Fern Grows, Far From Home: The Adventures of Yellow Dog (that one’s a fave bc happy ending and the kid in it looks like him) and that poor guys just making himself more upset :(

Oh Kyle is SO into The Hunger Games he read the books and analyzed the SHIT out of them!!!

Oh! Stan loves Supernatural lmao and he and Tweek binge watched it while Stan was out of work w the broken ribs and Tweek was detoxing (Operation Beat Tweek’s Withdrawals/Stan’s Boredom as referenced in chap 6 of BBFA2) Stan also made Tweek watch Poultrygeist (Tweek hated it) (I also hated Poultrygeist like my husband is friends with Lloyd Kaufman and I’ll watch that weird old man’s work but all of it grosses me out lmao)

Thank you for the ask Melda Tâe (my beloved queen) I LOVE BEING ANNOYING!!!

#asks #south park #THANK YOU NEEN!!! #OrangeJuiceVerse #my au #headcanons #style #lmm voice: look at my son #my shit #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #main 5

[caffeinatedrogue]

pls, if you would be so kind, spare me some kerry/vincent fluff. i can't stop thinking about what their first official date would've been like, whether or not it would've ended somehow in chaos or whether they would've actually gotten some real time together. like, did kerry get too excited and post their location on social media and they get swarmed by fans? did anything get blown up or burnt down? i need answers cdpr

ekekekekekekeeekeek *cat noises* SO what I really like to imagine is that

I think they’d try to keep the tradition of ‘not doing things by Night City’s book’ alive. Kerry would be curious about the Nomad concept of a romantic date and what it entails, and Vincent is like… ‘errrr we… drive around… go drink in some seedy place… and then idk watch the stars?or whatever comes up really? and get laid in the backseat if we get lucky?’ ‘SOUNDS NOVA, GIMME THAT NOMAD LOVING’. (I like to think about Kerry in disguise an unhealthy amount cause imagine him rehashing his ‘I don’t wanna hear it’ sort of look but with some needed variations and V is *heart eyes* ‘omg you’re adorable & you managed to Not look like a bank robber from the movies this time’) 

Anyway. Off to the highway they go, just driving around and chatting and * cute handholding over the shifter* *leg rubs* *’there is a light that never goes out’ playing softly but please no ten ton trucks crashing into anybody*

V. would pick some place that is halfway decent and has some scenic view for the drinks, Kerry is very excited to be out of the house and away from Night City’s eyes and is super eager to let his hair down and relax. V slipping some eddies to the bartender for silence just in case. The place is filled with cigarette smoke and the radio plays rock n roll oldies, Ker digs it, they drink the best tequila the house has to offer and play pool , they both suck dramatically at it but it doesn’t matter because it’s all about slapping each other’s ass when one is bent down on the table, really. Drinks pile up and they’re throwing caution to the wind quite a bit, and don’t realize that the place has been filling up with people. And they’re chatting all lovey-dovey at some table in a far corner quite unaware of their surroundings when V. notices there’s a crowd of people staring a bit too much and typing rabidly on their holos as they whisper things to each other and _oh no_

-Ker. Don’t turn around. I think we have a... situation -Oh fuck. They got me didn’t they? I took off the sunglasses for literally 10 SECONDS - It’s your eyes. Your beautiful perfect eyes but, ehm, anyway. They seem ready to pounce

and Kerry is all mortified because of course it would happen but V has already activated tactical boyfriend mode

- NO NO wait I have a PLAN. I’m gonna walk over and spill my drink on some poor fool and pretend to pick a fight. I’ll distract them. - V. I don’t want you to get punched in the face by a psychofan. - Just listen. When you hear me yell ‘DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS SHIT COSTS, YOU GONK’ or something, you dash to the door. Don’t stop, get to the car & I’ll be right after you. I’ll parkour on their fucking heads if needed.

And so they do. V. starts his best impression of an outraged person and Kerry is bolting it yelling ‘bye fuckers’. A psychofan grabs him on the stairs but V is right behind and the guy gets a fist in the face before he can do shit. They get in the car while Ker’s brain is 100% ‘witnessing you punch a guy for me was the nicest AND hottest thing that ever happened to me’. They speed out of the parking lot and put in fifth and there’s still cars tailing them cause these people won’t stop at nothing. They’re laughing like gonks blasting some high.speed worthy tune. Kerry is like 

‘V. do you by any chance have a grenade lying around’ ‘Ker we’re not throwing a fire grenade at them’ ‘...aw.’ ‘...a smoke grenade, on the other hand…’ (cue to an ecstatic Kerry halfway out of the window tossing a smoke bomb their way as V holds him by the jacket lest the man falls out in his bombing enthusiasm). It does the trick, they wroom into the night, take a bunch of side roads before stopping and taking a breather. Kerry is hyped.

- Best. date. ever. - Was a high speed chase nomad-y enough? - Damn right it was. By the way what was that you said about stars and y’know, backseats? :>

#HERE COMES YOUR FLUFF DELIVERY #* gross sobbing * fucking dorks #I love them an unhealthy amount #cp77 #kerry eurodyne #v for vincent #v x kerry #otp: gimme danger #I should point out that I loathe morrissey but Johnny marr is a babe #and wrote some incredible guitars so Kerry would dig it #also as a 90s weirdo sorry not sorry but the smiths were a part of me and I'll stick that queer shit everywhere #eurodyness

[ofsalvo-a-blog]

EDITS   :    LANIE KERRIGAN.

someone once said ,  live everyday as if it were your last cause one of these days its gonna be.  jack was right , a part of me did die that day ,  the part of me that didn't know how to live.  what does the future hold  ?  jack knows   . . .   but when i talk to him i make sure we only talk about sports and weather.

#* my edits . #uhhhhh this is fucking gross ok #what a dork #but a cute dork that i constantly sob over

[whatisgoingonpaul]

Looking at the deleted scenes

so my last post looking into a scene to hear what they said was a deleted scene and that honestly got me on a kick now about looking though them all. This one is mainly going to be just taking about them/details more then a what I heard post. So here we go.

1- fighting over rooms

This was in the script and the book but never made it into the film, Sam was in the room Michael wanted and they fought for it. So this scene is the context behind Sam bolting down the stairs “MOM PLEASE! Ma! You gotta help me!” “S o o n”

Sam’s got a serious comic collection, which he organises(I see the hulk but no Batman)

Sam mumbling the song he later sings in the tub!! (Ain’t got no home)

“oh no no no, this is MY room. You, spidey and richie rich and the rest of the boys are outta here.” Michael I love you.

“My way or the highway bud” Sam I love you

Michael: I’ll flip you for it *LITERALLY PICKS SAM UP AND FLIPS HIM UPSIDE DOWN*

Sam bites this man in the leg- Michael also notably mumbles ‘lil shit’ as his brother rushes away laughing

Y’all I am in LOVE they are literally just siblings

2- Kitchen that night

This was also script/book. I mean duh because it’s a deleted scene. Basically just talking after dinner

Lucy has two big pictures of her mother ‘hi mom’

Sam is trying to fix the stereo but it keeps popping also Sam wearing the bandana! Cutie lmao

The stereo starts playing lost in the shadows (also like how when Dwayne hits it, it plays good times)

Michaels “sammmmmmm”

Michael just “I dunno if I’m going back to school” he dead ass went ✨I wanna drop out✨

Sam swoops in and starts dancing with Lucy it’s to cute I’m gonna explode

Sam and Lucy dragging him in , Sam straight up head locking Mike and Lucy’s dance is gonna

3- extension of Michael following star

Honestly this should have stayed in. It gives star a bit more character and it also makes Michael slightly less creepy in his actions. THIS IS WHERE THE PHOTO OF LADDIE COMES FROM!

Star: are you following me?*laugh*

Michael, confidently: yea, I am

Star:

How star is laughing and smacking gum watching this dork

Laddie like :0 the whole time

The way she says “well, talk” In a half laugh

SAM ACTUALLY CUTS THEM OFF FROM THEIR CONVO WITH “moms here” that’s why she goes off

LADDIE NOTICING SAMS VAMPIRES EVERYWHERE COMIC!!

“She wants me , all of me” - Sam Emerson 1987

4- Michaels job

Self explanatory, honestly I think this scene should have been kept in for little more past actually establishing that the movie is longer then a few days. Really it’s more like a few weeks

The drunk dude laying on the beach left over from the night before

Hhhhhhhh shirtless Michael hhhhhh

SAM AND THE FUN TUBE I REMEMBER THIS FROM THE BOOK

This kid is trying to read a comic in the ocean

Sam gets splashed by the surf nazis

Michael gets tricked by hair lmao

5- video store that afternoon

Weird note but Maria is called Marie? However in all media she’s called Maria??

Marie gives her little backstory, how she owes max

Max is busy during the day you see

Lucy is such a sweetie “there’s my boys! :D” “my sons my sons”

Michael trying to give Lucy his left over Christmas money and all that 🥺

Sams “bye mike!”

6- talking again

Second night extended talks

They used to come spend summers in Santa Carla

M: where’s your little brother?

S: hes not my little brother

The audio cut out :(

7-

Grandpa asks Lucy about her boss “oh you know him?” “Oh I’ve seen him around”

GRANDPA WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

“Yea if i knew I was gonna live this long I woulda taken better care of myself”

8- morning

Sam watching the stuffed mountain lion

Nanook going after the rears of the stuffed hunting dogs- sir-

“Chill out Nanook”

Sam gets noosy and looks in on the Taxidermy and Grandpa chooses to gross him out lmao

“Nanook, this is my life , I come from a broken home. My mom works all day, my brother SLEEPS all day and my grandfathers possibly a alien who stuffs chipmunks” SAM I LOVE YOU

Sam sneaks a bit of grandpas weed

I’m going to sob I’m gonna sob it’s like a bit of the leaf! Sam baby never change

Grandpa walks in- Sam gets offended and tells him to stop with the Indian walk (this implies that he just straight up sneaks up on Sam non stop lmao I love him)

This blends into the “let’s go to town” scene

9- Michaels “morning after

The video I’m watching titled it this and I’m losing my shit so I’m keeping it. ALSO AGAIN THE MAGGOTS AND THE BRIDGE SCENE ARENT ON THE SAME NIGHT. THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN KEPT IN TO ESTABLISH THAT

Michael not being able to lift his weights

“I can’t remember to much, not after the Chinese food that looked like maggots” Sam slowly putting down his apple lmao

“Hey mike, you think grandpas a alien?”

Mike “mom and I didn’t wanna tell you two early” lmao

Nanook and Michaels salty feet. I still don’t get this part

“That was some pretty funky Chinese food”

MICHAEL IS NOT WEARING ANYTHING UNDER THE ROBE AND HE HAS FUCKING TIGHTY WHITIES

Mike just placing his full hand over sams face

10-

Went over this last night

Max having thorn sit shot gun

His baseball cap that’s it just his hat

11- max and Lucy date pre phone call

Again for  character development , like star. Like he doubles as a love interest and villain you think they’d leave the little parts with him in it in the movie

Max saying “I know what it’s like to be alone”

He says protecting mother in Latin(I think?) then English - NERD

“Lioness with her Cubs” she laughs THEYRE REALLY CUTE- STOP

“I think my mothering days are just about over” “well, they don’t have to be” SUBTLE

Max trying to show off with a fancy order shsisososososos

Max goes all out and spoils with the expensive order and Lucy is all !!! ☺️ no one touch me

They’re actually really cute and it makes me so mad they cut out moments like this for him and star? Because even with these they don’t get that much time but they get that much more character

13- Mike they’re here! Introductions

Should have been kept simply because there’s a huge gap

“This guy looks more like a zombie”

“Should I run him though?”

MICHAELS EYELINER

Mike is so sarcastic

“David! It’s David isn’t it?! He’s the leader! David ansisosososoos” mikes deflated “yea”

In conclusion these all should have stayed in the film and I am still upset over this. Also if there’s any more or any one that I missed: gimme

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #deleted scenes #star the lost boys #max the lost boys #grandpa emerson #lucy emerson #sam emerson #Michael Emerson #laddie Thompson #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys

[soft-boi-eli]

Ok ok! Good uhm.

Ok since body dysmorphia has been kicking my butt lately i wanted to request something with Schlatt where basically the reader Starts getting really insecure because of their body. Pushing and pulling on their stomach etc. They also start binding unsafely with like really tight bras because they can't afford a binder and they end up fucking up their ribs really bad. They end up in the hospital and a very worried Schlatt visit's them and lectures them about how they shouldn't have done that and about how worried he was. So when they get back home there is a gift on the bed, turns out Schlatt bought them a binder.

The reader would be Non-binary and afab.

Also a little message for pretty much anyone who is insecure about their body/has body dysmorphia because of their chest, don't bind unsafely. That can really fuck up your chest and make you actually being happy with your body even harder.

Hell yes. I love this idea thank you icarus! Writing has been rude to me lately and I needed inspiration. This has hit it exactly.

Pronouns:nonbinary (dont think any were actually used in this so yeah.)

Tw: AFAB reader, swearing, insecurity, mention of surgry, mention of blood, mention of hating self, pain. Again angst to fluff. It is reflecting on how I have felt about my body before because I needed to make it seem kinda real.

PSA: please dont bind safely. It's dangerous and can lead to serious health consequences. I know hating your body sucks but I dont want anyone to get hurt because they dont listen to their lungs, they dont take off their binder, or if their bras are way too fucking tight. It can and will hurt you. So please bind safely!!

Happy birth-what the fuck?!

Lately your brain was giving you more dysphoria then ever. Telling you your body was too big, your boobs were too noticable, and you hips are too feminine.

What brought this on? Someone simply said your dead name. It made your dysphoria hit you like a truck.

After that day everything went down hill. Your stopped streaming, telling your followers that you were going on a mental break, you didn't really talk to friends, your brain could put words together. And you most importantly barely texted your loving supporting boyfriend schaltt, not wanting to break down in front of him.

You never had the time or thoughts of getting a chest binder. It was your biggest mistake honestly.

Deciding against chest binders and wearing alot of tight bras to flatten you. But it didnt work. So you got tighter bras. And they did work. But you didnt read up on how to bind safely.

This lead to the predicament now. In front of your mirror you were pinching and pulling at your skin. There was too much. All you wanted to do was cut it off with scissors. But decided against it due to the fact of all the blood that you would loose.

Your chest, smaller then it was yas, was still visible after your 3rd bra. You decided to add a 4th and tighter one hoping it would completely hide your boobs.

Your body made you want to puke. It made you feel disgusting. But you never told schaltt that. Afraid that he would say that you looked as gross as you thought you did.

Only 5 minutes after the 4th bra you felt excoriating pain in your ribs. And worse of all a harsh pop. That immediately brought red flags. It hurt to breath. Your head fuzzy and light headed.

Your only reaction, to call for an ambulance. Dialing the three numbers as you whimpered in pain you held onto your lungs. "911 what's your emergency?" "I cant breathe. It hurts so bad. Please help." "Are you by yourself?" "Yes. I need help please." "Ambulance, firemen, and police are on their way. Ambulance is 2 minutes out."

You didnt know if you had 2 minutes. "They can break the door down if I dont answer." That's all you said after collapsing.

Next thing you knew your door was busted off its hinges and you saw two paramedics. They were quick to transfer you to the ambulance, cutting through the four bras that held your chest.

It help get air to your lungs but it barely helped.

"We have a collapsed lung. ETA 2 minutes." The paramedic back there with you spoke to the walkie talkie.

Collapsed lung? Was that the harsh pop? God, was the bras that bad of an idea? All that was going through your mind was how you possibly could get worse. The instant you got into the trauma bay was way worse. With no time to numb you and your O2 stats dropping they had to cut between your ribs and shove a tube right next to your left lung. Draining air and excess blood blocking your lung from inflating. And before you knew it you were off to emergency surgery for getting a shard of bone out of your chest cavity.

The last thing you remember was counting down and falling asleep.

When you woke up your boyfriend was next to your bed, hands engulfing one of yours.

It looked like he had been crying before falling asleep on one of your legs. Taking your free hand through his hair you smiled lightly. "I'm sorry for all of this ram boy." He grunted lightly and moved his head back into your hand. His messy hair was thick and nearly matted. It made you wonder how long he's been sitting there. You loved him and felt so selfish for doing this to him.

"I cant believe I did all this and for what? To cause you and everyone pain? All because i couldnt afford a chest binder and deciding that I might as well try another way. I should have been safer huh?" You didnt expect an answer back. Just his quite snores.

"Yeah. Not really fuckin selfish more like kinda dumb. Your body doesnt show who the fuck you are (y/n). Your heart does. And your heart isnt say boy or girl. Its saying you are you. A person who uses pronouns they them. A person that love everyone and cares for their friends. A person who love me and jambo so deeply."

He took a breath.

"You normally are quite smart. Saving up for one would of been a better idea instead of doing such a stupid thing. Asking for my help. Because if I knew I would of helped. I would of found one just right for you. I would help you remember to take it off after 8 hours. Even would of found a way to make you feel more like you."

You could hear his heart break.

"But now you're here, four broken ribs, a healing lung, and stuck in the hospital for another week at least."

You felt so guilty. He was right. You should of told him. He would never have seen you like you saw yourself. He never cared about how you looked. He only cared for your heart.

Tears falling down your face you continued to massage his scalp. "I could of lost you. You are my rock. When I cant keep up my normal antics and feel like I'm at an all time low. You are there to pick me up." You had to stop the sob from coming up. "I'm just so happy youre alive." He looked up.

His red eyes were making your heart ache. "I wont do it again I promise. But I cant just ignore the feeling of dread whe. I look down and realize I present so much like a girl. I dont wa t to be one." Schaltt nodded and kissed the hand he was holding. "Then let me help you. I wont let this happen again. Just please. Come to me. Talk to me. I'm here like you are for me."

You gave a small nod.

This man knew his way to your heart. He was so sincere about this. "I will. But promise me you wont look down on me if I end up feeling like that." You just needed to make sure you knew he would never but you needed his words. "Mever sugarbabe. Never in my life have I looked down on you and never will."

God the week was long, him and the doctor explaining safe binding that you cant fully bind for at least 6-8 weeks. Schlatt telling you his reaction to finding your apartment swarmed with police and firemen and you no where to be seen.

He was practicing on saying happy birthday to you. But was cut off. "Happy birth-what the fuck?!" He was so concerned and even more so when you were in hospital.

When you did go home he helped you through the door, and watched you as you saw the small package on your couch.

Opening it you saw a chest binder. Specifically the one you were looking at. Looking over to schaltt with tears in your eyes you walked up and hugged him lightly minding the pain in your left side. This was the best gift.

The only gift you had been wanting for the past week or two. "Now you can be safe. But no binding till your doctor says so or I swear to god I will personally smite you down." You had to try so hard no to laugh or the pain would of been hell. Kissing his cheek you smiled.

"Of course schaltt. I will make sure to not wear it till I'm healed dont want to get blood on it ya know. Also it would hurt like a fucking bitch."

He chuckled and ruffled your hair. "Alright now go sit down. I'll get you some soup ya dork."

This was going to be a great time. That was until the pain fully came back. And then this is going to be a mediocre time.

Please pardon spelling errors. I havent proof read. And I am on mobile for almost all stories. But thank you so much for requesting this became something that I could write and it helped me alot. Now I might take a while for other things too and i apologize that's cause i am starting school soon. Also family issues. So yeah might take a bit. Dont know how long though. I'll try to keep them coming but if not you know I'm studying or helping my mom and grandma.

Eli out.

#jschlatt x reader #mcyt fluff #schlatt x reader #mcyt #mcyt schlatt #dsmp schlatt #schlatt fluff #schlatt #please bind safely #non binary #tw: body harm #tw: body dysphoria #tw: body dysmorphia

[sunset-curve-fantom]

What If- Alive!Luke x Reader

You had spent countless hours attempting to find out the perfectly logical reasoning as to why Luke had blown you off today… But there you were at a two-hour meeting with the wedding planner with no real excuse as to why you were alone yet again.

This was a moment you had been looking forward since you met Luke Patterson. He was a light that was brought into your life right after you lost your Dad, and he was the rock to help you grieve. But no sooner did you become friends, did the two of you fall head over heels for each other. From 17-year-olds to now, everything you did was to further your careers. After all Sunset Curve was your brilliant idea after meeting Alex and Reggie at school.

You wanted nothing more than to live your life out with Luke, he was the one person that meant the world to you. No matter what happened, your love was always a constant.

Flash forward to this moment, where the anger was finally taking over you. How dare he stand you up, again. He was so caught up in the band and the new music, that he forgets that you are also a member. Not like you can play without the rhythm guitarist- but in Luke’s mind he could do anything he wanted.

More than anything you just wished you had the time to be yourselves again, full of happiness and love without the pressure from the band, and record labels, and fans. Just two seconds to focus on you, and this wedding you both desperately wanted- well at least you desperately wanted.

You marched right into rehearsal- they had already started your new song and you weren’t even there! Seriously?

Reggie caught you gaze as you came into the room, the anger clearly emanating off you. He stopped playing, before catching Alex’s attention. They were trying to stay out of the middle of a fight, but lord knows that was not going to happen. Especially now- you were there, and you were angry.

“Hey lover, where ya been?” Luke said as you approached him, he went in for a kiss. You held your hand up in front of your face. Reggie sucked in a deep breath behind you- he knew Luke was in trouble now. You never avoided a kiss, no matter how angry.

“Where have I been? You are kidding me, right? I know that did not just come out of your mouth.” You said, anger gripping your words as you tried to hold back the screaming. You felt hot tears beginning to pool in your eyes. This cannot be happening; he doesn’t even remember.

“Uh-no. I seriously have no idea where you have been all day. We had to start rehearsal without you, you know we have this big showcase coming up. I need you on your game, lovebug.” He said ruffling your hair, trying to get back into rehearsal. But that was the final straw, you couldn’t contain the pain in your chest as anger erupted in your words.

 “Are you actually kidding me? You want to complain to me about being late, and missing things? Luke, you want this huge future for us, for you and me, when I am barely a part of your life now. I have become a shadow in your world, and that is unacceptable. You have music is coursing through your veins and that is truly remarkable but now- now I am a background player again. I am the rhythm guitarist that you sometimes pay attention to, but that’s usually when I fuck up. When we started this together, the band- our future was supposed to include each other and now I am just a face in the crowd. The sad part is you don’t even notice how alone I am.” You screamed at Luke.

He yet again forgot another meeting and he didn’t even know it. If it wasn’t band related, then it wasn’t important, per usual. So yup, he forgot the meeting with the wedding planner and here you were screaming at him, in the middle of rehearsal. You were nothing- and that was clear after today.

“You are being ridiculous, I forgot one meeting, one stupid meeting. It is not the end of the world- you are blowing this completely out of proportion, Y/N. I don’t know why you are acting like a brat.” Luke said back, anger hanging on to every word. Tears sprung to your eyes; you were not being ridiculous. This was your wedding for fucks sake. This was supposed to be your big day and now- god now you don’t even know him.

“I am ridiculous? Luke, are you fucking blind? Clearly you missed the memo again because the meeting was for our wedding, you know the day where I wear a big white dress and commit my life to you? Do you have dementia or something? Cause apparently you forgot about even proposing to me, because YOU HAVE MISSED EVERY MEETING WE HAVE HAD. I am not being a brat, I am upset, and angry, and heartbroken because I thought I was going to spend my life with you but now- now that is over. I am done trying to be perfect for you, and for this band, and for the whole fucking world. I am done. I-I-I just can’t anymore. You now have the perfect what if situation, because what if I never met you, I wouldn’t be so fucked up.” You raised your voice, clearly angry at him. You yanked your ring off your finger placing it on his amp and turning on your heel. This just was not working- not anymore, if he made some effort then maybe- but now, you had no idea what you saw in him all those years ago.

You heard heavy steps behind you, so you ran. Trying to reach the comfort of your car, not wanting to have another fight. You had just dumped Luke, and you didn’t even mean too. Everything you said- you never meant. You were just so mad, you heard Luke’s voice behind you, “WAIT”

You closed your car door behind you, briskly pulling out of the driveway. You could see Luke in your rearview mirror- Reggie was comforting him. You knew he was heartbroken- but you couldn’t be a background pawn any longer. You were supposed to be his future wife, and he treated you like dirt.

You drove around for what felt like hours before going to the one place you knew Luke wouldn’t be- Alex’s apartment.

Wiping your cheeks, you knocked softly on the door. Waiting for Alex to pop his head out, but instead it was Reggie who opened the door,

“Hey Reg- can I come in? I’m just not ready to go home”

He nodded, stepping to the side. He knew how much you were hurting; Reg was your best friend and you confided everything in him. He knew that Luke had blown off multiple meetings and he knew how confused you were, he was so happy about the wedding in the beginning and now- he could give two shits about it, clearly.

You plopped down on the couch; Reggie followed close behind. He knew you just needed a listening ear.

“Reg… I-I-I” You couldn’t even find the words before sobs began pouring out of you. You thought you and Luke were going to be endgame and now- that probably wasn’t going to happen. You had ruined everything with your mouth getting in the way.

“I am only going to say this once- you have not lost him. You are his entire world, no matter how much he has fucked up” Reggie said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He knew Luke better than anyone and what he was saying was the truth, Luke would go down fighting for you.

You giggled under your breath, “Yeah I know Reg, you don’t speak girl. But thanks for trying. I just messed up today, I let my anger get the better of me but at the same time Luke shouldn’t have stood me up, AGAIN. I mean you know how it has been, it’s awful. Like I am pretty sure the wedding planner thinks I am marrying myself. How am I supposed to plan a wedding when he is too busy for even a simple meeting? Like he would probably miss our wedding day all together because he is so damn busy…” You said, trying to bring humor to the situation. Luke was your person and now, now you needed to fix everything.

You looked at Reggie who hadn’t spoken to you, but you followed his gaze to the kitchen. There was Luke, with his head deep as anything in the fridge eavesdropping on your conversation. He was seriously a five-year-old.

“Seriously Luke? Do you have to listen into everything? I am not exactly happy with you!” You said annoyed.

He chuckled at you, “I know you aren’t happy with me. But I wanted to give you space, I didn’t think you would come here… I thought you would go home. I didn’t think you would actually want to see me. ”

You shook your head, “I didn’t want to intrude, that is why I came here instead. I didn’t want another fight, cause I am tired of it. I am tired of feeling less. ”

He walked towards where you were sat, “Honey- there would be no fighting. I am going to make this simple. I love you- and I wish I had known how much of an idiot I have been. I love you more than anything in this world, including my music. You are the inspiration behind everything I do, and I am so so so so sorry I forgot the meetings. I have been trying so hard to plan things in advance so we could have an incredible wedding. Oh baby, I am so so sorry for making you feel less. You are my whole world, hell my whole solar system and I wish I had noticed how sad you have been. I want nothing more to be your husband, if you will still have me...?”

Tears ran down your face, “You really wanted to marry me?”

He laughed, wiping tears off your face with his thumb, “of course, you dork. I wouldn’t have asked in the first place if I didn’t.”

You threw yourself off the couch and into his grip, it was the first time in a long time you felt safe and at home. You tightened your grip around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He just chuckled in your ear before pressing his lips to yours, it was like you were made for each other. Every kiss felt like it was molded perfectly for the two of you.

You truly were a match made in heaven.

“That’s like super gross…. Can you go home and have sex? I really don’t need that image in my living room, especially on my new carpet.” Alex said, causing laughter to escape from the both of you.

“Too late for that bud... that carpet is way broken in. ” Luke said before throwing you over his shoulder. Trying to run away form the horrified look rested on Alex’s face.

You were barely out the door when you heard Alex screaming orders at Reg, “OH MY GOD, REGINALD GET THE STEAM CLEANER. I-UH-UH I NEED TO CLEAN. THIS IS DISGUSTING. I LAY ON THIS CARPET. UGHHHH”

You were home, and that was the most important thing to you. You knew some way, some how Luke was your endgame and that was not going to change.

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Bloom

Okay, I had to split the first chapter into two. @simplestoryteller, you were interested? And @scenecipriano helped with writing Remus!

I’m using this rpg to write this, which is exciting!! - https://litzabronwyn.itch.io/bloom

I highly suggest checking it out, it’s so good!

Anyways, content warnings: Horror, gore, medical shit, body horror, Remus being weird and making references to sex, illness.

Remus, Virgil and Janus are 18, and it’s set in a British School - ages 11 to 18.

Roman and Emile will be 15, Logan 18, Remy 17, and Patton 14. Just so you’re aware!

Remember, this is a horror story. It may well not end happily. People may die. Be aware.

Day One

Usually, waking up early in the morning to the sound of your classmate screaming would be alarming, and shocking to say the least. But Janus had long since gotten used to it. A year ago he had been upright immediately every time, but now all he found himself doing was glancing at the bolted shut window.

It was still dark, with the moon glaring through, illuminating the screaming student  in a sickly light.

Janus didn’t know them, they were in one of the younger years, and simply moved in whilst their roommate was in the sick bay. The boy had long tendrils of vines and leaves forcing their way out of one ear, slowly twisting and turning as they did.

The boy howls, screams again, and sobs as he convulses, and when he calls for his mother in a hoarse pleading voice, Janus hears Virgil awake and go to comfort him. Perhaps just as well, because neither Janus or Remus, the only other inhabitants of this room, were much good at comforting.

Hell, when Remus’ younger brother’s legs began to fuse into a long scaly snake-like tail, Remus had simply stared. Even Remus, who usually had so many disgusting and awful things to say, seemed unable to process the horror of it all.

Janus looks away from the boy when the tendrils begin to tangle into his hair, when the boy goes limp before another convulsion, one that creates a scream that comes to a stop with a screech.

He breathes deeply as agonizing sounds rip through the air. He couldn’t let himself get bothered by it.

Eventually he falls asleep, his dreams plagued by endless tormented screaming.

When Janus awoke the kid wasn’t around, but Remus and Virgil were both already awake. Well, Janus wasn’t sure if Virgil had actually slept. He was paler than usual, and the dark sunken eyes he’d developed made him look endlessly tired.

“You look great this morning,” Janus says dryly, but not with malice.

Virgil rolls his eyes, and goes to speak only to be cut off.

“You look like you were kept up all night riding a spiky dick!” laughs Remus.

“Shut up both of you,” Virgil scowls but then huffs, slumping slightly as he explains that he hadn’t slept, because eventually he had to take the boy to the medical bay.

For a moment none of them speak.

“I’m sure he’ll be okay,” Janus lies, and switches his focus easily to survival. “We should get breakfast. And maybe a shower for you, Virgil.”

There wasn’t much electricity anymore, but the water ran, and there was enough to power showers and the essentials. Although all three missed their social media accounts. Why, Virgil’s tumblr of conspiracy theories was so dead by now it likely had become a conspiracy by itself.

“Yeah, that...might help…”

Remus ruffles Virgil’s hair, causing it to frizz and fluff up, and laughs when Virgil protests.

“Come on, Virgey ya gotta loosen up! Ya know, like I do when it’s a good night!” Remus teases, “come on, I got something special that will cheer you up - both of you!”

Fascinated, the two watch as he wriggles under his bunk, almost climbing fully into the small space, before coming out, his sharp quill-like hair dusty until he shakes it off.

“Here!” Janus’ eyes widen and Virgil gasps as Remus holds out a single milk chocolate bar.

“When did you get that?!” Janus demands, and lowers his voice, “Remus, there is no way you got that easily-”

“I didn’t - had to fight off Logan for it-” Remus trails off suddenly before forcing himself to perk up slightly. “Besides! It’ll make our threesome ten times as sweet!”

Janus watches Virgil glance to the door nervously, and then to the chocolate. Janus’ stomach growls, and he hates to admit he can’t bring himself to think of the others right now. It was him, Virgil and Remus, and so long as they were okay, everything would be okay…

“Well…” Virgil bites his lip and pulls his hands from his too-big hoodie. “...I do want a piece-”

And so it was decided.

Remus was right, they did deserve this. The last year had been something of a nightmare. Ever since the Tox set in…

Right, the Tox. Janus doubted anyone outside the uninhabited island the school was based in, that wasn’t military or a politician, knew about it. A terrible plague that changed things. Animals and plants and even the students.

For some reason, the adults simply fell ill, and the younger kids were worst affected. Their friend Emile had suggested it was to do with puberty. But nonetheless, one by one people died, were still dying, and they had but two teachers, and maybe half the population of the school left.

The changes were painful. Janus had developed scales over one half of his face that itched so much he wanted to rip them off the first few weeks. But like Remus had gotten used to his new “hair”, and Virgil his sunken eyes, he learned to deal with it and ignore the itching.

He could deal with a lot.

But…

“Remus, you have a fever,” Janus tells him bluntly, looking at the thermometer carefully.

“Nah, I’m fine!” Remus insists, waving his hands, “In fact! I’m so fine that I’m sure a mountain lion would take me as it’s mate and remind me who I belong to!”

“That’s gross,” Virgil remarks, face scrunching, “what the fuck Remus?”

“Yes, Remus,” Janus chooses to ignore that statement, “40.3 degrees is an amazing temperature. Definitely not something to worry about!”

“It’s fine. What can I even do? Ask a doctor for help? Last I checked they’re all taking turns eating each other’s hearts! ” Remus almost snaps, his quills spiking up.

“No!” Virgil pauses to breathe, trying to calm himself, “just…” Virgil flaps his hands, clasping his fingers together then unclasping them. “Just rest, okay?”

“If you get ill they’ll send you straight there.” Janus points out, “...so yes, just rest.”

Remus makes a loud indignant noise and throws himself back on his bed, somehow missing his pillow and instead smacking his head on the wall behind.

“Dork,” Virgil says with a suppressed chuckle.

“Did you know-”

“Yes we know it means whale penis!”

#tw horror #tw body horror #tw gore #tw medical #tw illness #tw plague #sanders sides #remus sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #ts fic #horror fic #bloom #ts

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The Best Medicine

*PUTTING OTHERS FIRST SPOILERS*

This is the hurt/comfort idea I got whilst in the middle of my retail shift today. I’m very glad I didn’t forget it lmao

Characters: Roman, Remus, Patton, Janus (is mentioned)

Sympathetic-ish everyone. Angst. Remus is gross but he’s Remus and I love him. Just let me have the angsty creativitwins bonding okay I need this right now.

Roman was, to put it lightly, a mess. He collapsed onto his bed and sobbed. That kind of sobbing where your entire body is burning hot out of anger and shame and sadness. That kind of sobbing where your throat hurts and there aren’t really a lot of tears until there’s way too many and your pillow is soaking wet.

The kind of sobbing that’s really hard to ignore from the other side of the room.

“Hey uh… Broski?”

Ugh, great. Of course Remus was here instead of wherever he was most other times. Sure. Why not? Just what Roman needed right now.

“Hey!” A pillow smacked onto Roman’s back and he gasped, sitting up furiously to glare at Remus, who froze uncertainly. “Uh… okay, sorry. Um. What’s going on?”

“Wh- did you just throw a pillow at me?” Roman asked in disbelief, staring at the stained green pillowcase that definitely wasn’t his. “What the fuck, Remus?”

“You weren’t responding! And it's not like throwing knives ended well last time.” Remus pouted, skipping over and plopping onto Roman’s bed. “What is going on with you? You aren’t even pretty-crying?”

“Ugh, go away.” Roman curled up on the bed again, too tired to resume crying. 

“Not happening.” Remus jabbed his fingers into Roman’s side and Roman yelped, wiggling away and glaring. “C’mon, Ro. I wanna see you smile!”

“No.” Roman threw the pillow at Remus’s face and Remus cackled lightly.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t deserve it, that’s why!” Roman snapped, kicking Remus in the back and sending him off the edge of the bed.

 Remus grunted as he hit the floor, but sat up again and looked at Roman with a quizzical expression on his face.

“You don’t deserve to smile?” he scoffed. “Why not?”

“Because I…” Roman grabbed one of his own pillows and hugged it to his chest, heart sinking even further than before. “I’m… evil.”

Now, Roman was used to not being taken seriously. Especially by Remus, who found him immature and childish. But he didn’t expect Remus to throw his head back and laugh hysterically for two whole minutes.

“Wh- shut up you jerk!” Roman yelled at last, feeling close to tears once more. “Shut up and go away!”

“Who said you were evil?” Remus giggled, lounging on Roman’s bed again. “Vee? Patton? Oooh, was it Thomas?”

“It was De- Janus.” Roman made a face at the name and Remus let out a shriek of laughter again.

“Oh, he told you his name! Isn’t that something? Janus? What a dork! Not to mention he sounds like he wants to talk to a manager, amiright?”

“Ugh.” Roman held back a snicker at the comparison, feeling worse than ever.

“And he really said you were evil?” Remus asked with a grin. Roman glared at him.

“I don’t think it’s very funny.”

“Why not?” Remus chuckled. “It’s completely ridiculous. You aren’t evil, RoRo. How the fuck would you be evil? All you ever want to do is make people happy.”

“I…” Roman frowned, eyes narrowed. “What?”

“You don’t even try to be evil!” Remus continued, still holding back laughs. “As if you could ever be evil without even trying! Heck, you actively try not to be evil! What the hell? J.D. gone crazy!”

“Wh- wait, what are you-”

“Oh no, Roman accidentally made someone feel bad!” Remus mimed a crying clown. “Guess that means he’s as awful as the guy who shoved teeth up Logan’s nose!”

“Pff-” Roman stifled the chuckle and shoved Remus away from him again. “You’re insane.”

“Of course I am! But so’s Janus, if he thinks you could ever be as bad as me!” Remus laughed again, falling off the bed on his own this time. Roman rolled over, peering over the edge at his brother.

“I made fun of his name, Ree.”

“So? You made fun of Virgil's name too, y’know. And he didn’t even string you up like a puppet and dance you around on a stage!” Remus shrugged. “I make fun of people all the time, and it’s not like no-one made fun of you before.”

“That’s true.” Roman sighed. “I just… I know he wants to help. But he… he used me - not that way, you sicko. He made me hate myself, and as soon as I thought I knew how to like myself again… everything’s falling apart.”

“Whoa now!” Remus sat up, grabbing Roman’s face with both hands. Roman frowned, but Remus just smushed his cheeks together a few times before Roman snorted. “Hating yourself isn’t very fun, Bro!”

“No, really?” Roman grabbed Remus’s face and shoved him away. Remus laughed loudly again. “I had no fucking idea, Remus.”

“Well, you learn something new every day.” Remus smiled lazily up from the floor and Roman managed one in return. “Hey, there it is! Y’know the best cure for an identity crisis?”

“Pretend this never happened?” Roman suggested hopefully.

“Nope!” Remus jumped up, pulling the blankets - and Roman - off the bed. “Building a giant pillow fort! Get on your feet, lazybones! We’ve got stuff to do!”

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Patton hesitated outside Roman’s room, listening to try and gauge the situation. He expected… well, something else. Maybe silence, or crying, or Roman talking to himself.

He didn’t expect laughter.

He didn’t expect to hear Remus making weird jokes and he didn’t expect Roman to be laughing at them. But, he’d said he was going to check on Roman. So that’s what he was going to do.

“Roman? Kiddo?” He knocked lightly. “You okay buddy?”

The laughter fell silent, and he heard muffled whispers from within. Then a few stifled giggles, before the door opened and Remus poked his head out.

“Uh, yeah, Roman’s dead. I killed him. Come back tomorrow.”

“Wh-” the door was closed before Patton could get a word out. A burst of laughter - Roman’s laughter - echoed from inside.

“You fucker! That’s not what you said you were gonna-”

“Shh, Roman, dead bodies don’t talk!” 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Patton frowned worriedly at the door.

“He’s dead, and you’re next if you don’t bugger off!” Remus yelled. A soft thump hit the door and Patton sighed, turning away. It seemed that Roman didn’t need him after all.

He was… with Remus. Odd. Especially considering what Janus had snapped at him earlier. But he sounded… happy. And he hadn’t gotten along that well with Remus for awhile. Patton felt bad enough about today as it was… and he didn’t trust Remus to not follow through with that death threat. So he made his way toward Logan’s room, intending to check in on him.

He still couldn't shake the strange feeling he had when he heard the twins laughter from behind that door.

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“D’you ever think about what would’ve happened if Thomas only had one?” Roman asked, staring up at the ceiling from the floor - where he and Remus were lying in the midst of every pillow and blanket they could get their hands on.

“He’d probably explode.” Remus reasoned. “Or die. Or-”

“Dude, that’s stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Not as stupid as you.”

“Aw, thanks.”

“Shut up.” Roman slammed a pillow down at his brother and Remus laughed, elbowing him in the side. “I mean it, though. What if there wasn’t two of us?”

“Uh, that’d be boring.” Remus made a face. “Let’s think of hypothetical situations that are more fun, yeah? Like what if we could crawl out of Thomas’s ears and hang out in the real world?”

“Wh- that doesn’t make any sense!”

“So? It’s not my job to make sense! Do I look like Logan to you?”

“Now that you mention it…”

“Fuck you.”

“Ew, gross. No thanks.”

“See? You could never be as gross as me.” Remus grinned over at him and Roman sighed.

“I guess. But I’m still not…. Good.”

“So? You try your best, that’s more than I’ve ever done!”

“You do try your best.” Roman protested. “You try your best to be gross.”

“Ya got me there.”

“D’you think he’ll ever forgive me?”

“Who, Janus?” Remus hummed, kicking his feet up in the air a few times. “I feel like the most important question is if he’s apologized to you.”

“Wh-”

“Like I said earlier, he made a puppet outta you and it got your strings all tangled.” Remus rolled over, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at his brother. “Then when him and Patton tried to untangle them, they just ended up cutting them instead. Now you’re falling through the void forever screaming and-”

“Okay, stop.” Roman covered his brothers mouth only to shriek in disbelief when Remus licked him. “GROSS!”

“Told ya.”

“Well believe it or not, I don’t wanna be gross.” Roman wiped his hand off with a grimace.

“I know, dumb dumb.” Remus sighed. “But he’s not allowed to forgive you until he gets it through his head that he has some stuff to apologize for before he earned your trust. Heck, the only reason Patton trusts him is because he’s done some free-falling of his own.”

“This conversation is getting way too serious.” Roman smacked Remus in the face with a pillow. “I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”

“Then why don’t we talk about an idea I had for a new prank to pull on Virgil…” Remus said with a grin, summoning a stained and crumbled notebook. Roman sighed, sitting up and brushing hair from his face.

“I don’t see why not.”

#ts spoilers #sanders sides #Roman #Remus #Creativitwins #Patton #Janus #angst #spoilers #Yee #just let me have this okay #My writing #here ya go fuckers #enjoy it while you can #Love ya #stay safe #<3

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Princess of Atlantis

 Marinette has always been fully aware her father wasn’t fully human- or Tom. Her mom had met Arthur- her bio dad- on a trip to Hawaii. They’d had a whirlwind summer fling that ended with Sabine going back to China for her move to France unaware she was pregnant.

 When she discovered she was pregnant she’d contacted Arthur who had gone right to France to explain some things. Learning about the fact there was an entire world underwater? Was… interesting. Learning her daughter may be in danger because of her heritage?

 She was not happy. 

 Marinette was five when her uncle Orm attacked the surface and her father became King of Atlantis. When they’d learned he had a daughter on land they had all decided that she could not be heir given her only Atlantean abilities were breathing underwater. 

 Marinette, even at age five, had no issue with that. She did not want to rule Atlantis. She wanted to be a fashion designer. She said that to her dad when he’d broken the news. 

 “I’m going to also redesign your suit.”

 “It’s not-“

 “It’s ugly daddy.”

 She still was a princess though and had to sit in on lessons given to her by Mera, her father’s betrothed/girlfriend. Mera at least was fun. 

 She learned Atlantean design and etiquette. It was fun and enjoyable and she got to design her new step-mother’s wedding dress and her daddy’s suit for their wedding at age ten which she was thrilled about.

 Marinette grew up learning about her heritage from all sides of her family, her dad fIrm on the idea. She spent time in Hawaii with her grandfather, and later her grandmother, and time in Atlantis. She learned her Hawaiian heritage, her Chinese heritage and her Atlantean heritage from a young age.

 Children though can be cruel. Especially when afraid. A little girl with crazy wavy hair and the ability to swap between multiple languages is fun, but when a girl whose daddy has power and has taught her she can do no wrong decides she doesn’t like you… no one does.

 Marinette grew up being taunted for her differences. She saw how some people side-eyed her and her mother while walking around, how some Atlanteans sneered at her for her mostly human heritage, saw how some of the people on the islands seemed to hesitate around her. She tried to smile through it but…

 Well, in the end, it was easier to pretend. She was white-passing enough that all she needed to do was straighten her hair and stop speaking other languages.

 Her mother hated it. Her papa- Tom- did too. Her daddy did, her step-momma did. Her grandfather and grandmothers did. Kaldur, the boy who became her daddy’s apprentice and a big brother figure to her, hated it too.

 But she couldn’t keep going, couldn’t keep being taunted. So she plastered a smile on her face and pretended. And it worked- Chloe, the bully, backed off and she made some sort of friends. She even became a hero like her daddy and slowly gained actual friends. She got to make her own team like Kaldur, she got a partner she could count on, a mentor to help her out. She was happy.

 Or so she thought. 

 A liar came to school and things went all to hell. She lost everything. Her friends, her comfort she felt in her hero partner being there to help. Her team, her mentor…

 She was left holding a box full of power, tears in her eyes and a scream in her throat. She took off to Atlantis where she collapsed and sobbed into her step-momma’s dress and her daddy raged. 

 It was Kaldur who helped her.

 “Fuck them,” Kaldur told her. “They don’t deserve your tears.” He sat with her and wrapped his arms around her. “They weren’t friends. Friends don’t betray you like this. Friends stick with you even when things go to hell.” He kissed her forehead and promised to be there.

 And he was. He was there when she herself decided fuck it when she stopped straightening her hair and cut it into an undercut with one side framing her face. When she started wearing eyeliner- he even went and got some help from Nightwing for learning some dramatic ways to make her eyes pop.

 Kaldur helped her figure out how to find good people to fight with. Kagami, Luka- they were good fighters, good friends. They had her back. Luka got into fights with his sister about her and never back down. Kagami punched Adrien and told him how little she cared for him seeing how he never backed up his friend.

 Marinette started smiling again soon enough.

-0-

 “I hope Marinette doesn’t make this difficult,” Lila told Alya, pouting. “I know she has Italian heritage too but I’m fully Italian…”

 “Don’t worry girl, we’ll make sure Marinette doesn’t start anything,” Alya promised as they all sat in the classroom about to give their reports on their cultural heritage. The others nodded and all turned to the front just as Marinette walked in. She’d changed- everyone knew it. Gone was the kind girl… sort of. She was still kind, but she stopped looking like she used to her. Her hair was short, she wore dark make-up, and she dressed in loose and comfortable clothing that made her look badass honestly. She also apparently had tattoos but no one had believed it- until today when she came in with no sleeves and showing off her tattoos on her arms.

 “Oh god, where did she get those?” asked Juleka in shock. “They’re badass.”

 “Maybe they’re gang signs,” Lila said slyly, smirking as everyone began whispering about this new rumour.

 “Class,” Ms. Bustier- the woman had moved with them to lycee because Chloe had demanded her favourite teacher be moved with her- began. “Marinette will be going first on her report as she needs to leave for a family thing.”

 “What?” Alya asked. “But Lila’s the full Italian! Shouldn’t we learn about the culture from her?” everyone nodded. Marinette stared at them, face blank.

 “...Nino, you’ve known me since we were kids. You know Tom’s not my bio dad.” Marinette said and the class froze.

 “... Shit, I forgot.” Nino admitted while Marinette rolled her eyes hard. 

 “I figured. So no, I’m not doing Italian anyway.” She turned and began setting up her powerpoint, ignoring the class. Lila was angry. She had hoped to whine and cry that Marinette had stolen some of her points about her heritage or make some comment about Marinette obviously having stolen her report. Now she had to actually do it. “As everyone knows- and I did do a previous report on it- my mother is Chinese. What few others know is that my bio father is kānaka ʻōiwi, or Native Hawaiian as some know them as.” Marinette continued her report, showing off interesting legends about her father’s people and even speaking of her tattoos. “They were done in the traditional way and it really hurt but I think they’re pretty amazing. I don’t have much- just a few that my dad thought fit me.” Marinette grinned and everyone looked at each other feeling uncomfortable. When her report was done she left with a wave and a very awkward class.

 Not that she cared, she was busy focusing on the fact uncle fucking Orm wanted to see her. Orm- as in her weedy uncle who still hated all land walkers. And who looked like a dork and still wouldn’t take her advice about his hair.

 Walking up to the living room, she wanted to whine upon seeing him. He was looking annoyed while sitting on the couch.

 “What’s going on that I needed to ditch school?” she asked, feeling annoyed at seeing him. She had stopped wanting to do everything for everyone. She’d stopped trying to be a people pleaser. It was annoying and frustrating. Kaldur had taken her to meet Red Robin who was similar to her in that way and they’d both had a nice long bitch out about everything before they’d both decided to stop it. Stop trying to help people who never said thanks, stop trying to please everyone. 

 She enjoyed the chaos the class had become and loved hearing about how much of a shit show Gotham’s Batfam had become themselves before they actually started trying again.

 “We need someone to run Atlantis,” Orm said darkly. She stared at him.

 “Oh fuck no. No- nope. Nuh-uh. Aʻole, Méiyǒu. NO.” She shook her head, holding her hands up. “I am literally as far from the throne as I can be given I’m the King’s only kid so far? I mean Kaldur doesn’t count.”

 “This is true but your father is needed in space while Mera is still on bedrest as her pregnancy is most difficult currently and Kaldur has no actual relation to the throne.”

 “And you can’t rule because technically you were dishonoured,” Marinette added in, gaining a dirty look from her uncle. “Damn… I’m just the face of this, right? Step-momma is still the one giving orders?”

 “Of course. Though there is a ball with land walkers you need to attend.” Marinette stopped.

 “...Everyone will know who I am then.” Orm shrugged, uncaring.

 “Weren’t you planning on revealing yourself anyway?” Marinette frowned but sighed, her shoulders slumping.

 “...At least I have a dress already designed and half made for this.”

-0-

 Telling Bustier she wouldn’t be in for two weeks was simple enough. Ruling Atlantis- or really acting as a mouthpiece for her step-mother? Simple to. Jumping back to Paris when an Akuma happened? Easy. All of Atlantis knew she was Ladybug- they felt the magic. They knew she was the Guardian as well and mostly ignored that as long as Plagg never came near them. Given she was still hesitating on claiming the ring she was okay. 

 She didn’t want to take his ring, she wanted her partner back, her best friend. She wanted him to stop flirting and stop not taking things seriously.

 “It’s annoying,” she told Kaldur while signing some papers. She and Kaldur were in the room Mera was in, the woman annoyed at the bed rest condition she’d been given for her pregnancy and demanding Marinette sign the papers in her room at least. “I mean- it’s wrong and gross and I should take it back but it feels… wrong. Gross to consider it, you know?”

 “That’s the bond of a Ladybug and Chat Noir I believe according to our records,” Mera told her step-daughter.

 “Yeah- magic makes things tricky. But he’s really pushing the boundaries.” Kaldur told Marinette who sighed.

 “I don’t know what to do.”

 “Tell him you’re dating someone,” Mera said. “If he’s a dick still then take the ring.” 

 Maybe she would. Maybe.

 But first, she had the damn ball to deal with.

-0-

 “I look terrible in gold Uncle Orm.”

 “Stop calling me that.”

 “Uncle.” Orm glared at his niece as she glared at the gold fabric he’d thrust into her arms to add to her dress. It needed an extra layer, and gold was one of the colours of Atlantis. “I look better in silver.”

 “I don’t care. You need to have the colours of Atlantis on you.” Orm told her. She glared at him and then at the fabric.

 “At least you got the sheer stuff. It’ll look nice over it hopefully.” She added the cloth and did admit it looked nice.

 She still hated gold cloth. 

 But it went with her tiara as she waited for the announcer to call her, a hand on Kaldur’s arm.

 “Relax Marinette- everything is okay,” he told her softly. 

 “I’m about to reveal to the whole world I’m the Princess of Atlantis.”

 “Imagine the looks on your classmates’ faces?”

“...Okay yeah, I feel better now.” Marinette flashed a smile and waited.

 “Her Royal Highness, Princess Marinette Curry-Dupain-Cheng of Atlantis, current regent while her father is in space and Lord Kaldur of Atlantis.” the Announcer read out loud. Marinette and Kaldur walked into the room with their heads high.

 Cameras flashed and Marinette kept her eyes focused. Her dress showed off her tattoos and muscular arms, the entire thing designed to be able to fight in if needed. She was every inch the warrior princess that Atlantis could boast of.

 “Princess!” a man shouted. “Who designed your dress.”

 “I did myself,” she told him. “I enjoy fashion design and sewing.”

 “Are you the heir?”

 “No,” she told that reporter. “Due to the fact I only have a quarter of Atlantean blood I am not the heir but as said I stepped in as regent while my father fights for our galaxy,”

 “Are you and Kaldur dating?”

 “Definitely not- he’s my elder brother in everything but blood and legality.” She told that one before she was led away by Kaldur and had to play nice for a few hours with politicians. 

 There was one face she recognized.

 “Prince Ali,” she said, curtseying like she’d been taught by Mera.

 “Princess Marinette,” the Prince of Achu said, bowing. He looked a bit sad. “I see you aren’t in rehab like Rose is saying Lila is claiming.” Marinette stopped as did Kaldur.

 “...What?”

 “Apparently that’s the new rumour that Lila Rossi is spreading.” 

 “...I believe I need to make some calls to various lawyers we have on land,” Kaldur said darkly and strode off to do so. Marinette had her eyes closed and took a deep breath.

 “I hate that girl will all my soul,” she finally said after a moment.

 “I do as well,” Ali admitted. Marinette looked at him in surprise. “I meet many people, your highness. Sometimes- unless they had made an impression- I forget them. When Rose asked if I knew Lila, I said possibly I’d met her. I did not know the extent of her lies until Rose referenced them and then… it was to late.”

 “Not really your highness, you could have said something.” Ali winced.

 “I have few friends, Princess Marinette, Rose is one of the few. And like others she expects me to be a perfect Prince which means not… rocking the boat so to speak.” He looked pained saying so, and Marinette frowned.

 “Then she’d not a friend Prince Ali. Real friends wouldn’t hold you to expectations and ideals. That’s why I stopped being friends with a fair amount of my class. I think only Juleka and I could be called friendly- and that’s because her brother is one of my best friends.” Ali frowned but looked thoughtful. 

 After the ball, Marinette went back to Atlantis with a satisfied smile. She had a nice time, and she even swapped numbers with Ali. 

 Maybe she had a new friend.

-0-

 The rest of the time spent in Atlantis was spent texting Ali when bored and ignoring the emails from her classmates who’d realized she’d changed her number. Most were basically begs for her to talk to them, a few saying they were sorry, or asking for an interview. Some accused her of lying or brainwashing Ali (Alya there) while Rose sent a sorry email. Apparently, she’d taken Ali’s message to heart and even Juleka felt bad.

 Marinette didn’t give a damn.

 When her dad came back and she got to hug him and hit him for leaving the planet- idiot- he had a laugh over the emails.

 “Your classmates are ridiculous,” he told her. “What, do they think you’ll dramatically run back to each other, arms wide open?”

 “Probably,” she told him. “I just don’t give a damn.”

 “Nice.” he ruffled her hair and they chatted about seeing grandma and grandpa in Hawaii over the summer again before Marinette headed back to Paris where some of the Atlanteans who could walk on land were guarding the bakery. And where a lawyer was waiting, plus a personal assistant.

 “No,” Marinette whined as her father patted her shoulder. He’d gone with her to explain some things. 

 “Sorry kid. You’re in the spotlight now- and that means you do need to go to a few galas and balls.” Marinette playfully gagged. Arthur laughed at his daughter again. He was happy she was doing better, that things were okay for her again. He’d worried when she was a shell of herself. Worried when she became Ladybug and worried when that Rossi girl came to the class.

 He was happy she was okay.

-0-

 Marinette’s new personal assistant was named Stephanie Brown and she was, in fact, Spoiler from Gotham who had agreed to move to Paris to help Marinette out and to be part of her new team of heroes she was putting together. Stephanie was still in school but she was killing it already as a personal assistant.

 “Alright, so school, homework, design time then patrol. Maybe steal the ring today?” Stephanie asked as she checked the tablet.

 “Maybe. I want to give him one more chance…” Marinette sighed. “But that could be the bond…”

 “Hey, up to you but I will follow as the lovely Buzzer to keep an eye on things.” Stephanie grinned as Pollen giggled from the depths of her hair. Marinette nodded as they continued their walk to school, the lawyer following. 

 Marinette ignored the majority of the students staring at her as she walked to class, only saying hi to Kagami who waved her down to playfully scold her for not telling. 

 When she got to class, Stephanie broke off and the lawyer was the only one with her as they entered the room.

 “GIRL!” Alya stood up. “Why the hell didn’t you ever tell me?” she was insulted her friend had never said anything to Alya.

 “Because we’re not friends anymore and I wasn’t sure if I could trust you when we first met. Guess I was right.” she shrugged at Alya who flushed red at that. Lila was staring at Marinette with wide eyes as the girl turned to her. “I heard someone was claiming I was in rehab these past two weeks, plus that my tattoos were gang signs and oh so much more.” The lawyer stepped forward then.

 “You’ve been served,” she told Lila who stared at the lawsuit in horror. Marinette ignored the class’s exclamations and demands she not go through with it, instead going to sit at the back again, uncaring of their words.

Adrien was giving her a look but she ignored it, pulling her phone out to text Ali, who’d texted her asking if she wanted to go for lunch. Checking with Stephanie, she agreed. 

 Still ignoring the class- now with Bustier giving her disappointed looks- she rushed out of the school to where Ali was waiting at lunch. The class followed and stopped, seeing who she was with. 

 “Ah, Princess Marinette.” Ali bowed and Marinette bowed as well, given she was wearing jeans and not a skirt.

 “Prince Ali, it is a pleasure to see you again.” They smiled at each other before both blushed, feeling awkward when they realized they’d been staring.

 “You look like a queen,” Ali remarked before his face went even redder and Marinette’s cheeks flamed before she grinned.

 “Well I am a princess…” Ali stuttered but then laughed, offering his arm and opening the door to all of the possibilities of the two, while the class watched.

No one really realized the fall out that would occur, with Lila’s mother fired, her lies exposed and her dealings with Hawkmoth revealed. No one knew that a new cat would stalk the night one day, calling himself Prince Noir. No one knew how their lives would change.

 Especially not Marinette or Ali.

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OH MY GOD IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I’VE POSTED AND I’M SO SORRY BUT GUESS WHAAAAAAT

⚠️this talks about canon events but is changed a little bit to fit more into reddie so if you don’t want to read that this is your warning it doesn’t strictly follow canon i absolutely changed things up⚠️

The next days went by quick, Beverly was leaving, Eddie had gotten a new Walkman and all he played was fucking Footloose—that fucking dork, Richie would complain about Eddie enjoying it but walking into the clubhouse to see Eddie lip synching to “Let’s Hear it For the Boy” was all worth it up until him and Eddie raced for the hammock. They ended up sharing. That wants important though, okay Richie thought it was, but the fact that they had cut their hands open and swapped blood should have been more important...oddly enough it wasn’t. Richie was a teenager in love. The next few years were quick, the losers slowly leaving their town until it was just Richie, Mike and Eddie left. Out of the three of them Richie had left first, obviously Mike had stayed up until he was 40, it was a teary goodbye with the promise of calling them from Chicago. There never were any calls no matter how long Eddie and Mike had waited. Eddie had gone to set out on his own venture a year later, he told Mike he would be back, he just had to go kick Richie’s ass for no calls. Eddie forgot all about Derry. Now Mike was the only loser there, it was 1999 and he was there all alone, all of his friend’s promises of coming back were never fulfilled. It was gut wrenching.

It’s been 27 years now since It happened, Richie still remembered Bill taking Georgie’s raincoat with them, it hadn’t failed to keep him confused as soon as he remembered but he was more focused on other people. Like what the fuck? Everyone just decided to get hot over the next 30 years? That’s not fucking fair. Richie had been alone all of those years, learning to shrink himself up to take up less room, hunch himself over, keep his hands in his pockets, he learned how to be loud but not enough to draw too much attention he didn’t need anyone psychoanalyzing him and figuring out he was gay. That was the last thing he wanted. His shirt pallets weren’t what he really wanted, they were dull or dimmed down colors. He wanted to have brighter ones—but then people might start to suspect, he’ll that was the whole reason why he had someone else writing his jokes. Richie knew they were shitty, anyone can get a fucking dick joke for free, he hated the comedy he had produced but he couldn’t let anyone figure out, let alone think he’s gay. Being around the losers helped though, except Edward Kaspbrak who just had to be hot and apparently no one was going to give Richie the memo that Eddie had muscles underneath baggy clothes! What?!

It had only been a couple of days, each loser had gotten their tokens, all except for Stanley. Stanley was dead. Richie felt awful for the things he had said about him, he didn’t know he had died he wouldn’t have called him Stanley “Urine” or called him a pussy if he had known that. Stan was his best friend and he was dead, Richie didn’t get a goodbye really, he got one 20-something years ago but it wasn’t the one he wanted. (He would later go on to go visit Patty, Stan’s wife, he found out what he was like when he was older and he filled her in on what he was like as a kid since Stanley could never remember, he never said anything about the clown though.)

But there they were. Richie had gotten caught in the deadlights, he already lost Stan he couldn’t lose Mike too he would save his friends as many times as he needed to. Maybe a few jokes about being Mike’s knight in shining armor because of having to save him two times on this trip but that wouldn’t be until after this was over with. He couldn’t remember what he had seen in the deadlights, he was ripped out of them quickly, only moments later he woke up to find Eddie on top of him. Richie was dazed though, did Eddie kiss him? He was on top of Richie, that was how Ben had gotten Beverly out when they were younger, he had to of. Oh god Eddie Kaspbrak had kissed him. Eddie didn’t really kiss him though, Richie didn’t know that until after everything. Eddie looked so proud though, talking about how right Richie was and that he had did it, Richie’s hand was carefully and shakily reaching up to pull him down into a kiss but before he could Eddie was stabbed. Right in the middle of his lower chest and upper abdomen, blood had sputtered into Richie’s glasses and all he could hear was Eddie whimpering his name and screams. He could place his name on who’s but they were there.

And now Eddie was propped up against a rock, he had given a frantic explanation on how he had made It feel small abs weak when he went to get his inhaler earlier. The other losers went of to go harass the clown, Richie stayed with Eddie, he couldn’t let him die all alone down there, he couldn’t let Eddie die like that Eddie hated gross places especially that fucking sewer. Richie had taken off his bomber jacket and put it on Eddie’s wound, Eddie weakly holing it down while Richie’s press was firmer, his hand on top of Eddie’s. You’d think Eddie would be the sobbing mess that was blabbering, but he wasn’t, Eddie was surprisingly calm. Richie wasn’t though. Richie was crying—he didn’t care anymore, sobs broke through while he was frantically telling Eddie that he would be okay. Once the others are done they would take him to the hospital and he’d be safe, if he had lasted this long a little longer wouldn’t hurt, Eddie was strong enough to keep fighting. Eddie was fairly quiet just listening to Richie through broken sobs, tears were in his eyes as he looked at the heartbroken man in front of him but he didn’t let a single one fall

Eddie’s shaky hand slowly moved to cup Richie’s cheek and cupped it gently, the larger of the two had immediately looked at him as soon as he felt his hand, Eddie shook his head a little bit. They both knew he wouldn’t make it out of there. “Rich...” Eddie finally spoke, his voice quiet. It was so odd for him to sound this quiet, Eddie was usually so damn loud.

“Yeah—yeah what is it, Eds?” Richie asked quickly, his voice still shaky as his freehand was gently placed on Eddie’s. He was afraid of losing any moments with the love of his life.

Eddie carefully guided Richie closer, their foreheads now pressed together, Eddie wiping the tears from Richie’s cheek and looked into his eyes. Richie’s eyes hadn’t left Eddie’s since his cheek was cupped. “I love you.” He whispered. Eddie wasn’t sure if Richie had any feelings for him, at least he had gotten to do something he had always wanted to do, even if Eddie was rejected he could die knowing that he didn’t have that as a regret.

Richie could feel his chest cave in, he loved Eddie too, he loved him more than anything else in the world but learning that Eddie loved him too right before he was about to die hurt. He knew he wouldn’t make it, Richie wanted Eddie to live though. Even if Richie wasn’t able to live he’d give anything for Eddie to have a chance to get the life he always wanted. Richie moved his forehead from Eddie’s and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, Eddie had returned it. “I love you too.” He confessed with a shaky breath. The life was starting to drain from Eddie’s eyes quicker than before.

“I’m sorry it took so long.” Eddie mumbled quietly and Richie shook his head immediately after those words were uttered.

“Don’t. Don’t you dare apologize. They’re—they’re almost done over there I can tell they are you just have to hang on for a little bit longer. You’re doing fucking amazing just hold on a little bit longer.” Richie spoke frantically, looking into the man he loves eyes. There was nothing left of those big puppy brown eyes. They were gone, lifeless, there was nothing to it. Richie held onto his hand more and lightly shook his shoulder, desperately trying to get Eddie to wake up. It was too late though. After a few more minutes of Richie babbling to him about how much he loved him, begging for him to come back, he had to go. The others weren’t getting much ground on the clown and oh god was Richie pissed off.

Eddie died happily though, well kind of happy, Richie loved him back. He had spent so long thinking he was stupid for hoping that he would and Richie did. He did love him back. He did go out the way he had always hoped he would—not the evil clown that ate kids and feasted off their fear. But the saving his friends part was what he had always wanted. Eddie Kaspbrak was a lover. He would always be remembered as one.

After the second battle with It, Richie understood why Bill had kept Georgie’s raincoat. It wasn’t a reminder of Eddie’s death, well it did, but it was more so a reminder of the life that he had lived, the love he had given to people, all of the screaming insults thrown at New York drivers, every memory that Richie and Eddie had discussed. He had gotten one of Eddie’s hoodies that was in his plethora of luggage. Richie wouldn’t ever fully move on from the love of his life but knowing Eddie gave him the confidence to be braver, he came out to his audience, stopped slouching so much, he didn’t have as much faux happiness. He would always mourn over Eddie and maybe just end up on a couple of dates here and there, none of them could beat his first love though. His progress was slow, slower than anything else it felt like it took him years to finally open up more, but that didn’t stop him from pushing himself.

#i’m so sorry #if it makes you feel better #i cried while thinking about it #reddie angst #reddie headcannon #adult reddie #reddie oneshot #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #adult richie #adult eddie #it chapter one #it chapter two #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #stan uris #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #it 2017 #it 2019 #losers club

[queerbutstillhere]

Jon sighed, rewinding his movie for the fifth time in the past ten minutes and then snuggling back into his blankets. He watched Elsa singing about her problems for the sixth time and actually tried to pay attention this time.

Except he couldn't. Just like every other time, he couldn't pay attention.

He shoved a spoonful of his soggy cereal in his mouth and glared angrily at his computer, even though it had done nothing but loyaly serve him for the past five years. It wasn't really it's fault. He grabbed his phone, unlocking it without looking and checking on his pizza to see that it was "in route". Good he was hungry. Jon clicked out of the app, staring at his background for a moment too long and he felt another bolt of loneliness hit him. His background was a picture of him and Damian, his kind of boyfriend. They had been at the park with Damian's friends that day, and one of them had snapped a cute picture of them, Damian sitting in Jon's lap on a swing, facing him as they tried to swing, but just dissolved into laughter.

Jon groaned to himself and dropped his phone onto his bed, wrapping himself in his blankets.

It was September 15th, his parents were gone on a business trip, so he was home alone. He should probably be doing his homework, but senioritis was a thing, as was depression.

The reason for his depression? He had gone approximately three days without talking to his boyfriend, who had left to do college in Switzerland. Switzerland!! Who leaves their boyfriend of five months to go to EUROPE for school!? Damian Wayne, that's who.

Jon had been sitting there, minding his own business, when he had made the mistake of looking at Damian's Instagram and seeing a recent post of him in Switzerland, doing some modeling for a photographer friend. He had felt weird, for some reason, but hadn't realized what it was until an hour later, when he had the thought "What if Damian is gone for good?" And immediately that wave of loneliness slammed into him harder then a skyscraper. He couldn't handle that. Damian had been his best friend before they started dating, and he just didn't know what he'd do without Damian. A month without him had been hard enough.

So he turned on Frozen, ordered himself a pizza and wrapped himself in his fuzzy blanket, curling up in his bed and crying a bit. It was pathetic. He should just call Damian. But he couldn't. Because what if all his fears were true. What if Damian wanted to break up? And now he was thinking about it again and he was tearing up all over again.

He shoved his laptop off his legs and curled up on his side, staring into the middle distance as he cried.

And then the door buzzed.

"Shit," Jon mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

That was probably the pizza. He crawled out of bed, wiping his nose on his hoodie sleeve, yes he knows it's gross, but he's having an existential crisis, cut him some slack, okay? Jon made his way out of his bedroom, to the front door, grabbing some money for a tip as the doorbell buzzed once more. He knew he looked horrible, but it probably wasn't the worst this poor pizza delivery person will have seen. So he just unlocked and pulled the door open, ready to get his pizza and go cry in bed.

"Oh no!" He exclaimed thr second he opened the door, and then immediately closed it again.

Because standing outside was Damian Wayne.

Jon felt himself tearing up again.

"Jon?" Damian's soft voice called, and he gently tapped on the door again.

The pizza guy was one thing, Damian was a completely different thing.

"Jon."

Okay well it's too late now, just open the door and face your boyfriend, Kent. It's not like you cheated or anything, just ugly cried about a long distance relationship.

He took a breath and pulled open the door, pulling his blanket tighter around him.

"Hi," he said softly, sniffling.

Damian's keen eyes immediately scanned him and then he frowned. "You've been crying."

"Yeah a little."

"Why?"

Jon opened his mouth to respond and then he saw the bouquet of flowers cradled in Damian's arms. He didn't even get to notice that Damian was only wearing joggers and a sweatshirt but STILL looked amazing, and he didn't notice that Damian's hair was messy and tangled and he didn't get to notice that he looked extremely tired. He just saw the flowers and started sobbing again, right there, in the doorway, tears started streaming down his cheeks.

"Oh, Jon, no don't-"

Jon blearily noticed the person walking up, a pizza box in his hands, and realized that his pizza was finally here, and he was just bawling his fucking eyes out. The delivery guy looked at him, then at Damian, eyes wide.

"Uhhh, pizza for Kent?"

"Uh-huh," Jon mumbled out, wiping his eyes quickly and holding out the tip.

The guy edged past Damian, taking the money and then hastily handing Jon the pizza before bolting, because he definitely wasn't paid enough to watch a highschooler sobbing as a billionaire stands outside his apartment.

Damian was starting to look really concerned now. Jon cleared his throat and stepped back, holding the door open.

"Please come in?"

Damian stepped in, and Jon let it swing close, trying to calm himself.

"Are you okay?" Damian asked, setting down his flowers, and taking Jon's pizza, he grabbed a few tissues from the living room and came back, gently dabbing Jon's cheeks.

"I'm fine," Jon mumbled, even as he started crying again.

"Jon!" Damian exclaimed, gently cupping his face. "What ever is the matter!?"

Jon just pulled Damian into him, shoving his face against his shoulder and cried. Damian seemed fairly startled, but wrapped his arms around Jon and gently rubbed his back.

"'m sorry," Jon mumbled.

"It's perfectly okay, Jon, would you just tell me what is wrong?"

Jon felt his face heating up. God why was he so pathetic and insecure!

"It's nothing."

"It clearly is not if you break down into tears the second you see me!"

Jon pulled back and wiped his eyes.

"The flowers are pretty. Are . . . Are they for me?"

"No. They're for Lois. Of course they're for you, dork!"

Damian picked them up and, after giving Jon another concerned look, turned and walked into the kitchen, finding a vase.

Jon took the brief moment to wipe his eyes and blow his nose before following.

"So um. What are you doing here?" Jon asked, tugging his blanket tighter around him.

"Would you like me to leave?" Damian asked, eyebrow going up.

"No! God no! I just. . . You didn't mention you were coming."

"I know. It's called I missed my boyfriend and wanted to surprise him."

"O-oh." Jon hated that his voice just cracked and that he started tearing up again.

"Jesus Christ, Jonathan!" Damian sounded alarmed. "Why are you crying."

"Because," Jon mumbled out, rubbing at his eyes. "I really really miss you and I didn't know if you were coming back ever or what and i was scared you were gonna wanna break up."

Damian blinked at him a few times.

"Jon. Oh dear Jon, no."

He walked over and gently cupped Jon's face, looking up at him with the softest expression Jon had ever seen.

"I'm so sorry if I've been distant and made you think that. I would never leave for good. Gotham is my home, and you mean more to me than anything in Switzerland. And I mean anything."

Jon was gonna cry again. Instead he settled for pushing his lips against Damian's and kissing him desperately. Damian just held him tightly and kissed him back for a moment.

"I don't want to break up," Damian assured, smiling softly.

"I'm really fucking glad," Jon breathed out, smiling at his boyfriend.

They kissed once more before Damian returned to arranging Jon's flowers.

"Can I ask why you got started thinking this?" Damian asked, glancing over.

"I dunno. Guess I was just feeling insecure or something."

"Jonathan, beloved. Next time you start having fears like this, just call me, okay? So we can talk about it, instead of letting it upset you this much."

"I will," Jon promised.

After Damian made sure the flowers were properly arranged and Jon had eaten his pizza, they both got ready for bed, finishing Jon's movie as they sat together in Jon's bed.

"Um, can I. . . Would you?" Jon asked softly, looking over at Damian.

"Hmm?"

They had been holding hands, and Damian's thumb was lightly running over the back of Jon's thumb.

"Could we cuddle?"

Damian blinked at him then smiled. "Of course we can, darling."

So they shifted, laying on their sides, Jon's back to Damian's chest, one of Damian's arms wrapped around Jon's stomach. Jon was feeling significantly better, much happier. He definitely didn't almost doze off during the final scene of Frozen. He was pulled back awake as Damian leaned over him, shifting his weight as he gently placed the laptop on the table beside the bed.

"Is it bed time?" Jon mumbled sleepily.

"It was bed time three hours ago," Damian told him with a small laugh.

Jon chuckled and flicked off the light, snuggling back into Damian.

He fell asleep that night, feeling happy and safe in his boyfriend's arms. And he didn't think for a second about having to tell his parents that his boyfriend randomly showed up and spent the night. Did they need to know that?

It didn't matter at the moment, did it?

It just mattered that he had Damian, and that he always would.

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If you're up to it- Tokoyami and Momo for the character ask?

yess ofc man thank u so much sobs im honored ur interested :,^)

thank u for asking,,

tokoyami:

favorite thing about them

hmmm he has the whole edgy vibe but hes v friendly despite it he’s not an ass at all

least favorite thing about them

idk if theres rlly anything i dislike abt him,,maybe i think the edgy aes is tiring but that’s more on hori’s design than him so eh

favorite line

“what a mad banquet of darkness” what a fucking dork. poetic bird

brOTP

tokodeku,,,,tokotsu,,,tokoyami/satou,,,tokouda,,,

OTP

HHH TOKOSHOJI,,IT’S CUTE,,also him and uraraka would be rlly interesting,,,im just saying,,

nOTP

uhh idk most ships ive seen him in r v cute i have no issues. just so long as nothing’s gross then im cool me thinks

random headcanon

bro loves poetry,,ik this is a popular hc but i love it. he’s like wirt from over the garden wall, reads poetry nd memorizes it and then also writes his own. i bet that’s why he was so embarrassed ppl went into his room; he was scared theyd find his Stash of poetry

unpopular opinion

the edgy aesthetic he has is tiring,,i dont mind him being an oddball or anything but like all black all dark and the like,, its just eh. he can be off and like against the norm without being like emo abt it. let him celebrate his weirdness

song i associate with them

anything hozier bro would LOVE his lyrics

favorite picture of them

A WHOLE DUDE,,

yaoyorozu:

favorite thing about them

eeee i rlly like her demeanor,,she’s polite and kind and always willing to help her friends out. she seemed kinda stiff at first but once she got used to her classmates she became v loving and caring. it’s so cute

least favorite thing about them

idk,,,ig how she brushes some stuff off (like m*neta’s bullshit). i wish she’d stand up for herself or others

favorite line

either when she said iida was the best during the battle training bc hee,,,iida appreciation,,or “worst comes to worst u guys will need backup, which is why im coming too” during the whole kamino arc cause i love how determined she’s grown,,,she Knows she’s good enough to back up the bois and shes not asking permission,,i love her

brOTP

todomomo, momoji (yaomomo and ojiro), momokami, and momokouda (CAN U IMAGINE THEM BUILDING UP THEIR CONFIDENCES TOGETHER,,,)

OTP

literally her and All of the girls in class 1-a plus kendou, iimomo, and midorozu

nOTP

idk if it’s really a notp bc it’s more i dislike the shippers than the ship itself, but romantic todomomo aint for me. also where tf did b-akumo=mo come from what the hell

random headcanon

she is,,neurodivergent. idk im kinda thinkin she has a mild form of adhd and anxiety

unpopular opinion

it’s not so much i hate that she’s showing so much skin in her hero costume but the fact that it’s not even efficient. if ur gonna be a pervert then at least have it make sense jesus fucking christ hori

song i associate with them

ohh @themusicalbookworm​ made a rlly good song abt her that u can find here: https://midoriyaizukustan.tumblr.com/post/190212724533/themusicalbookworm-i-have-no-preface-for-this

but if that doesnt count bc it was explicitly written for her tho, then probs smth from mother mother’s o my heart album

favorite picture of them

SHE IS A BABY,,

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