#can u imagine rose at school nights. ‘hi this is my mom and my dad and my mom’s sometimes-evil girlfriend and my uncle and my uncle’s mostly

[quietwingsinthesky]

Okay hear me out Missy/Donna

this came out so silly. it’s more pre-donna/missy but give them like a few weeks and missy will be earning herself so many kisses.

“Are you a friend of the Doctor’s?” Donna asks upon spotting the woman sitting on a bench in her garden outside the Doctor’s TARDIS. It’s far too warm out to be dressed in as many layers as she is, but at least she has her own umbrella for shade. She turns her head to look at Donna, and there’s something familiar about it that Donna can’t put her finger on.

“His dearest,” she says. Donna raises her eyebrows in disbelief, but really, the woman says it with so much conviction that she’s not even sure how to argue. “Why? Is there anyone else I could be here to visit?” Donna huffs a laugh.

“Not unless you’re paying for one of Rose’s toys in person.” She considers for the briefest moment that this woman could know Shaun and immediately dismisses the thought. Absolutely not. They’d be making up stories around the dinner table about what Miss Mary Poppins got up to every week if he knew her. “Or- No. Never mind. He doesn’t have friends.”

“Oh?” The woman pounces on Donna’s irritation. “Domestic problems?” Donna joins her on the bench, despite a small part of her mind still insisting there’s something terribly off about the woman. She makes room for Donna, her eyes never leaving her. Despite the umbrella’s shade falling across her face, her dark eyes seem to glitter.

“Not mine.” Donna rolls her eyes. “When the Doctor keeps that man on a tight leash, anyway. Personally, I think we’d be better off with a real leash to tie him up inside the TARDIS whenever the Doctor goes to the store.” The woman’s smile grows.

“Sounds like trouble.”

“You have no idea.” Donna shakes her head. “But you try suggesting we shouldn’t be housing a maniac. The Doctor’s eyes get all watery and he looks like a kicked dog about it. ‘He’s my oldest friend, Donna. He needs me, Donna. Blowing up Rose’s new shed was an accident, Donna.’ Believe me, I made him fix that himself. Only time I’ve ever been fond of him was watching him help Rose with stitching up replacements for what he destroyed.” Donna stops. “Sorry, what did you say your name was?”

“Missy.”

Donna gets- Not memories, nothing so clear, but sometimes, little pings in her subconscious of the Doctor’s experiences through the remnants of the metacrisis that sunk safely and comfortably into the back of her head to stay forever.

Right now, that ping is more like an air siren.

“Missy,” Donna repeats. Missy puts a hand out, and Donna’s not sure if she’s expecting a handshake or a kiss to her knuckles.

“Short for Mistress.” Donna’s face falls.

Which is what the Doctor stumbles out of the TARDIS to, five minutes later, as Donna yells, “Absolutely not! Not another one of you! Not in my home!” He does not, on the whole, improve the situation, by breaking out into a grin and wrapping Missy up in a hug even she clearly isn’t expecting.

Donna, begrudgingly, allows one more Master to stay with them.

Donna, even more begrudgingly, grows fond of her.

[outerbankies]

You know how teenager rafe is gonna just be spiralling over reader going to prom with someone else? I’m going to cry cause like he’s a baby and he doesn’t know why he has these feeling for this one person that he’s always kind of orbited around?? And he knows she’s it for him but only deep down cause he’s trying to figure so much out and how could you know who you’re going to end up with at the age of 17 let alone 10 or 12 but he’s always known and aaaaah imagine that kind of love

an angsty little pre-series prom blurb partially inspired by this ^ ask that made me spiralll. thanks anon i hope u like this!

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new light blurb: before we knew — rafe cameron

new light series masterlist

obv takes place pre-series in high school! referenced in part 1

warnings: underage drinking

“Top, it’s not fucking funny.”

“It’s kinda fucking funny, Y/n/n. Like, way more than a little.”

Rafe had ditched the last fifteen minutes of statistics when he finished his test early today, and he’d been messing around on his phone for ten minutes waiting for the rest of you to come and get in Topper’s Jeep so you could all go to lunch off-campus today.

Rafe stands up straight from where he’d been leaning against the hood when he hears your voice approaching, his smile matching yours once you see him. “Hey, Rafe. How did your stats test go?”

“Good, hey, Y/n. What’s not funny?” he asks, opening the passenger side door for you before sliding into the backseat behind you.

“Oh, get this, Rafe,” Topper says, laughing. You just groan again, clicking your seatbelt on. “Griffin is gonna ask Y/n to prom. Tomorrow.”

Rafe blanches. “Griffin?”

He knew Griffin thought you were hot. Certainly had to hear it enough times in the pool at practice every day. Rafe always found himself biting back a remark—well, almost always. As captain, Rafe was able to tell everyone to run another play whenever he felt like it. The extra exertion in the pool was nothing compared to having to tread water and hear his teammate talk about you like that.

But even after all of that, he still had no idea Griffin had the balls to actually make a move on you. Because Rafe could tell you’d seriously rather die than ever give Griffin the time of day. And Griffin had been pursuing you without luck for months, even though you’d been trying to gently show you weren’t interested. Half of the time, Rafe wished you'd just tell him to fuck off.

The other half of the time, Rafe was considering just doing it for you.

Rafe clears his throat after his outburst, a finger digging into a hole in his jeans. “How do you know?”

“He just told me in PE,” Topper says. “He said he has this huge banner, and speakers, and he’s gonna do it at lunch right in the middle of the quad—”

“Topper.” You cut him off a bit more seriously this time; Rafe can hear the shift in your tone. You've always hated being anywhere close to the center of attention, getting embarrassed by the smallest things others wouldn’t even think about. If Griffin actually knew anything about you the way Rafe does, he’d know you wouldn’t like something big and flashy. “Can you stop?”

“Hey, cut it out, Top,” Rafe is saying immediately. Topper just rolls his eyes, but Rafe doesn’t care. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Rafe,” you say, smiling over your shoulder at him. “M’fine.”

“Do you want me to tell Griffin to—”

Topper laughs from the driver’s seat, clearing his throat to cover it up when you look over at him. You look back at Rafe, and his heart breaks at the worry in your face. “Don’t, Rafe.”

“Are you gonna say yes?”

“No,” you immediately laugh, looking at him like the idea is preposterous.

“Oh c’mon, Y/n/n. Can’t say no to him in front of all those people,” Topper teases. “And where the fuck is Kelce? I’m starving.”

“You’re right,” you sigh. “I don’t wanna embarrass him. I’ll just find him after school today and tell him I’m going with Kelce.”

Topper’s eyes widen, Rafe catches it in the rearview mirror before he hurriedly looks away. Rafe clears his throat, settling back into his seat from where he’d been leaning into the front space to talk with you. “You—uh, are you actually going with Kelce?”

“Yeah,” you nod, distracted by your phone. “We said we’d go together if we didn’t find dates. Kelce didn’t really wanna ask anyone after what happened last summer. And after nearly being set up with Top last night, I’m about ready to throw in the towel.“

Rafe looks to his friend that sits in the driver’s seat, who's looking straight at his lap, the back of his neck bright red. “Wait, you two?”

“It was just our parents, dude. Went to dinner at the club last night and our moms brought it up,” Topper mumbles. You giggle at the idea, completely unaware of the energy in the car right now.

“Yeah, sorry, Thornton. But no thanks. You and Emily should be really cute, though,” you say earnestly, patting his shoulder.

Topper just stares straight ahead. “Thanks, Y/n/n.”

“And then this thing with Griffin—I’m just so over the idea of finding an actual date at this point,” you sigh. “Plus, I know Kelce won’t put up a fight about the color scheme. I’m thinking like, aqua. Or maybe pink? I don't think I'd look good in gold.”

You'll look good in absolutely anything, and Rafe will just have to watch you from across the floor of the Island Club, while Kelce twirls you around the dance floor or holds you close during a slow dance.

The guy in question opens the car door and slides into the backseat next to Rafe right then, sighing as he slides his backpack off. “Sorry guys, coach stopped me in the hall. Where are we eating?”

Rafe glares at him.

“I want a smoothie,” you declare from the front seat.

“Fine with me,” Topper nods, pulling out of his parking spot. “Guys?”

“Can we go to that place with the deli next door? I’m so hungry,” Kelce says.

“Yeah, I like their açaí bowls,” you say, twisting around to look at Rafe one more time. He must not be able to hide his emotions as much as he thought, because your smile drops when you see him. “Rafe? Does that sound good?”

He turns his body to look out the window, eyes flicking back to yours one last time. “Not hungry.”

—

Rafe meets Topper and Kelce at the dock later that night, the three of them intending to get drunk and maybe take Topper’s boat out if they felt like it.

Kelce is already there by the time Rafe pulls up, drinking a beer with Topper while they laugh at something on his phone.

And Rafe paces right down the dock, snatches Kelce’s phone out of his hand, and pushes him off the platform and into the water.

“Rafe, dude,” Topper says, immediately pushing him back by his chest.

“What the fuck?” Kelce sputters, spitting out water as he surfaces and climbs the ladder back up. “What is your fucking problem?”

“You couldn’t ask literally fucking anyone else? It had to be Y/n?” Rafe says, laughing indignantly. He looks down at where Topper is still keeping them separated. “And you—what the fuck—”

“I told you, man. It was just our moms. We didn’t even consider it,” Topper says, rolling his eyes.

“You both lied to me,” Rafe accuses. “Because you knew I’d be mad.”

“And why’s that, Rafe?” Kelce spits, reaching around Topper to try and push at his chest. “Why are you mad? Not like you were gonna ask her.”

“No,” Rafe says immediately. And he isn’t even lying; it’d never crossed his mind as a possibility. Which is why he can’t even begin to try and work out why he’s this upset about it. He didn’t do anything to stop this, but it’s still happening, and it’s making him crazy. “You know my dad’s making me take Reagan since we’re both on prom court.”

“That’s what I thought,” Kelce grumbles. “I was gonna tell you.”

“When?”

“Soon, I just—we made the plan so long ago, bro. Neither of us wanted to worry about dates… but I gave it time because I thought you might—I dunno,” Kelce trails off, shrugging. “I dunno.”

“Thought I might what?”

“Figure your shit out and ask her yourself,” Topper says, coming back from the boathouse with a towel that he passes to Kelce.

“Even if I could, Y/n/n would never say yes to me,” Rafe scoffs, shaking his head and reaching for the six-pack they were working through.

Topper scoffs back. “Oh, yeah ri—”

“Guess we’ll never know,” Kelce says, cutting him off while he dumps the water out of his shoes. He sighs at his soaked clothes before he looks back up at Rafe. “You know I’m not into her right? We’re just going as friends. It’s senior prom.”

“Why would I care what you’re going as?” Rafe says, shifting in discomfort, hand clutching his already-half-empty beer can a little tighter. “None of it even matters.”

“Whatever you wanna tell yourself, bro,” Kelce sighs, grabbing his phone out of Rafe’s hand and pushing past him to go change.

—

“Nice taste, Y/l/n.”

You whirl around from where you’d been adjusting Kelce’s boutonnière (you’d only pricked him twice, which was a personal record for you) at the sound of Rafe’s voice, plastering on a smile before you face him. Your eyes drop to his attire immediately. “Oh shit, Rafe. We match.”

“I know,” he laughs. “My step-mom wants a picture.”

You furrow your eyebrows, shifting in your heels, the tule of your dress suddenly itchy against your legs. “Um. Shouldn’t you take one with Reagan?”

“We already took a million. From every angle. With every possible fucking pose,” Rafe sighs. “C’mon, please? Before the limo comes.”

Rafe grabs your hand and you look back at Kelce who just nods, downing some champagne. “Take care of my date, Cameron.”

You can see Rafe just shake his head where you trail behind him, leading you back to where Rose is talking to one of the other moms. “There you are. Your dress is beautiful! I wish we'd found one like that for Reagan. It looks great with Rafe's tuxedo.”

“Uh, yeah. It's nice to see you, Mrs. Cameron,” you say politely, ignoring the last half of what she said completely. She pulls up her phone and Rafe’s bringing you into his side, his hand resting in the middle of your back.

“This okay?” he murmurs, his breath fanning over your neck as he leans down.

“Yep,” you say quickly, but you can’t help but look around and catch multiple of your friends watching you, including Reagan, who promptly rolls her eyes once you make eye contact with her.

“Y/n, sweetie, just a few pictures for the newsletter,” Rose says, reminding you of your purpose right now.

“Right, sorry,” you say.

“Hey,” Rafe whispers. You look up at him, feeling his hand bring you closer to his body. “Take this a little more seriously, Y/l/n. Don’t you know that the next issue of the Island Club newsletter will be completely ruined without this one specific photo, that will probably be squished into the corner of a terribly- edited collage?”

You laugh in surprise, hitting him on his chest for joking about his step-mom right in front of her. “Rafe. Be nice.”

He just grins down at you, before straightening up and turning back to the camera. “If I’m nice, will you save a dance for me later tonight?”

You’re glad he’s not looking at you anymore, because then he’d see the way your smile faltered before you turn back to the camera as well. “Sure.”

—

“How is my flask empty?” Kelce groans, tipping it over and shaking it out for emphasis.

“That’s what happens when you drink it all, bud,” you laugh, patting his shoulder. He rolls his eyes at you, linking his arm in yours as you both pass through the crowd to find Topper and his date, Emily. You all watch Rafe up on stage, waiting to inevitably be crowned prom king.

He was a shoo-in anyway, but you’d definitely distracted your English teacher with a conversation about the 1984 essay you just turned in while Topper and Kelce stuffed the ballot box he was meant to be guarding.

Rafe seemed like he couldn’t care less about stuff like prom court, just shaking his head when his name was announced over the speaker as a nominee three weeks ago at lunch.

And he’d dragged his feet through finding a date, just shrugging whenever you brought it up to him, prying partially for your own sake.

You couldn’t figure out why he seemed so averse to the entire event, but you supposed that was better than having to hear him go on and on about Reagan and how he asked her and what corsage he bought for her and if he was bringing her to after-prom—or anything else that would’ve dragged up some feelings you thought you’d firmly buried at this point, telling yourself for years that you never stood a chance with Rafe.

But the closer graduation got, the more you’ve been realizing that things with your friends would never be the same. Things with Rafe would never be the same.

“Kildare Academy, your prom king is Rafe Cameron,” the DJ says, snapping you out of your thoughts. Kelce and Topper cheer obnoxiously while you laugh, a little grateful they’re both drunk and distracted—so happy their plan worked (Rafe subtly flips them off behind his back as he’s crowned) that they can’t notice the way your shoulders slump as Rafe leads Reagan, just crowned queen, out to the middle of the dance floor while some Ed Sheeran song starts playing through the speakers. You’d roll your eyes at the terrible music selection if that was what you could focus on.

All you could focus on was wondering if Rafe would even remember that you promised him a dance tonight.

Kelce is dramatically bringing you into his arms as the prom court dance takes place, subtly turning you around so your back faces the stage and the court, smiling as he holds your waist. “C’mon, dance with me.”

—

Rafe’s letting go of Reagan as soon as the song ends and everybody cheers, dashing off to the DJ booth after telling her he’d be back in a bit. She merely shrugged before adjusting her crown and going off to some friends.

“Hey man, can I pull some prom king privilege right now?” he says, leaning in to speak into the guys’ ear. “I have a song request.”

“Playlist is set, approved by the school,” he says dismissively.

“Thought you might say that,” Rafe grumbles, reaching into his breast pocket before he can take the time to wonder if he’s really going to do this—if he’s really going to bribe the DJ to play a song by your favorite band before he goes to cash in on that dance together that you’d promised.

He hands him a crisp hundred.

The DJ sighs, snatching it out of his hand and pocketing it while Rafe smirks in victory. “Alright, what song, country club?”

And then it's practically a race to find you before the Kid Cudi remix currently playing ends. Rafe heads off in the direction where Topper and Kelce had been yelling when he was on stage, evening his pace when he spots you jumping around with Kelce, your dress fanning around you while you laugh, the string lights illuminating your face.

You’re smiling so big that it stops Rafe in his tracks.

Guys had always shown interest in you, and you turned most of them down. Not all of them; Rafe still had to see you with guys who absolutely did not deserve you giving them the time of day, sometimes at parties or maybe at the Club. Rafe could usually lie to himself, write off these feelings as some protectiveness over you, a nice girl who’d been a good friend to him his entire life. Rafe was protective of all the people he held close in his life, why wouldn’t he look out for you, too?

But something must have changed, because now—now Rafe’s looking at you, and he knows time is running out before you both set off on your futures. He has three weeks of school left with you, then a summer of seeing you around. And then... that's it.

And now he’s looking at you, those feelings less and less ignorable with every single second closer Rafe gets to not having you around him every day anymore.

Those feelings are crowding every corner of his mind, finally coming to the surface after all of the drama with prom dates had forced Rafe to wonder why he couldn’t stand you going with Griffin or Topper or Kelce. Couldn’t stand thinking about you ever being with someone that wasn’t him—a reality he knows he’d have to get used to you a lot quicker than it took him to even realize he’d fallen for you.

Because the future’s coming, and maybe in the future you actually end up with someone like Griffin, or Mateo, or that guy from the party that one time, or that touron from New England that your parents tried to set you up with, some hotshot you brought home from California after a semester, or Kelce—even Topper. Your parents would love that one. And one day in this future, you’re running into Rafe on the soccer field; your kids play for the same team together. Rafe ended up settling for someone he could never like half as much as he loved you, and he sees you across the field with a sweater tied around your shoulders, chatting with all of the other moms. The lucky asshole you finally chose just watches you the way Rafe always had, the way he is now as you dance with his best friend, the way Rafe will probably never be able to stop himself from doing.

Or maybe there's another future without you, where you move away to somewhere that suits you; the Outer Banks had never good enough for you, in his mind. Maybe you stay in California after school. And you bring home that hotshot that’s perfectly matched for you, who gets to hold you and kiss you and have you. Rafe only gets to see you every once in a while, when you decide to grace the Outer Banks with your presence for the holidays or for Midsummers. Maybe in this scenario, Rafe was never able to find someone else, maybe he shows up solo while you flash your engagement ring when the old crew gets together for drinks—no, you wouldn’t do that. You’d be absolutely smitten with whoever won your heart, showing the ring he got you to your girl friends with an embarrassed little smile pulling at your lips while they all gush over it. And maybe one of your friends jokes about how Rafe used to have a crush on you. You'll just laugh and shrug it off, nodding—because you knew all along. Of course you knew, everyone had to know at this point. And Rafe can picture you merely laughing at his feelings for you as the other guy gets to pull you closer on his lap.

The opening chords of your song snap him out of his reverie. He can see the exact moment you realize what song it is.

Rafe beelines for you, holding his hand out as soon as he’s in your vicinity, fully pretending he hadn’t just realized he’s fallen for one of his closest friends in the middle of prom. Like he hadn't realized that he wasn't just into you, didn't just think you were cute or like the way you made him feel when you remembered his stats tests or wore his shirt to his water polo games. Like he hadn't just realized that no matter how many times he'd told himself it didn't bother him that much that you'd never come close to giving him the time of day, that he'd never forget what it felt like to not even be on your radar.

“You promised me a dance, Y/n.”

You look at him and his outstretched hand and smile, then look back to Kelce, who's quickly letting you out of his arms, casting an accusatory glance at Rafe. But then he smiles a little. “I'm gonna hit the restrooms.”

“Too bad our one dance is gonna be to a song by a band you hate,” you laugh, accepting Rafe's hand. Rafe’s on autopilot, his hands resting on your lower back while yours move to his chest, swaying the two of you in little circles. The song is already through with the first verse.

“I don’t hate this band,” he lies. But maybe it’s not a lie—how could he hate anything you loved?

“Okay, prom king,” you laugh, fiddling with his pocket square a little, the one that matches your dress. “Still can’t believe we ended up matching.”

“Great minds, Y/l/n,” he shrugs, eyes trained on your face. Your hands slip up around his shoulders, and you nudge the plastic crown on his head before leaving your arms to rest there, fingers locked behind his neck. Rafe pulls you closer. The second chorus was already starting up. Time was running out.

“I’m not sure what the optics are of our matching and you leaving the prom queen to come dance with your friend,” you say, your small smile turning into a frown. “Reagan already seemed pissed earlier.”

“Don’t worry about her,” Rafe says. “It’s just you and me right now.”

“When we go off to college, I think I might just miss you, Cameron,” you say, smiling.

And Rafe might not ever get to tell you how he feels, or ever be with you the way he wants to, but at least he got to dance with you at his senior prom.

“I know I'm gonna miss you.”

—

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the girl next door ~ rodrick heffley;diary of a wimpy kid

word count: 1675

request?: yes!

waaaavyguurl “hey! could you do a rodrick heffley imagine where in rodrick rules the fem!reader has just moved in a house next to the heffley’s and she’s in maths class with rodrick. she’s kinda a genius, so he asks her to help him with hw and they start dating ?? maybe with an insert of greg who understands they’re together when he sees them dancing at the party ?? thank u <3″

description: in which rodrick falls for the smart girl next door

pairing: rodrick heffley x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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His mother had been adamant about the entire Heffley family going to greet their new neighbors just a day after they moved in. Susan spent the whole night making brownies, with Manny’s “help”, and had them boxed up and ready to go the next morning.

“What if they’re allergic to brownies?” Greg asked after Frank had to literally drag him out of bed.

“They’re made from scratch, so the only allergies in it are dairy and gluten,” Susan responded.

“Why couldn’t this have waited till tonight?” Rodrick groaned. “Give them some time to breathe before we scare them off.”

“If we wait too long we’ll look like rude neighbors!”

Rodrick rolled his eyes. He was sure none of the other people on the block had went to meet the new neighbors yet, but there was no talking Susan Heffley out of something once she set her mind to it.

She made the boys dress up in their nicest clothes, which for Rodrick was a pair of jeans without holes in them and a plain black t-shirt, before they made their way across the street. Rodrick let out an annoyed sigh as Susan knocked on the door and they waited.

A girl that looked about Rodrick’s age answered the door. Rodrick couldn’t help but stand up a little straighter as her eyes wandered over the family before her. “Uh...hi?”

“Hello!” Susan greeted. “We’re the Heffleys; I’m Susan, this is my husband, Frank, and my boys, Manny, Greg, and Rodrick. We just wanted to come over and welcome you and your parents to the neighborhood with some homemade brownies!”

“Nice to meet you,” the young girl greeted. “I’m (Y/N). You guys actually just missed my parents. They both work morning shifts, they won’t be home until sometime this evening.”

Rodrick held back his desire to tell his mother “I told you so”.

“Wait, so you’re here by yourself?” Greg asked. “That’s so cool!”

(Y/N) chuckled. “I appreciate the gesture none the less, and my parents will, too. I’ll tell them you stopped by, they’ll probably invite you guys back for dinner sometime.”

“That’d be great!” Susan said. “We’ll wait for your call!”

Greg and Manny were the first to break away from their parents, excitedly running back to the house to play video games and watch cartoons like they normally did on a weekend morning. Susan chased after Manny, telling him not to run across the street without her, while Frank just silently left. Rodrick stayed a moment, trying to think of something to say to (Y/N).

“I-I guess I’ll see you at school on Monday,” he finally managed to say, immediately cringing at the stupid thing he decided to say.

(Y/N) smiled at this, though, and responded, “Yeah, I’ll see you Monday. It’ll be nice to already know a friendly face.”

Rodrick smiled back and nodded. (Y/N) closed the door as Rodrick turned away, silently celebrating to himself before joining his family back at the Heffley household.

~~~~~~

That Monday, Rodrick tried not to seem too obvious as he looked around for (Y/N) at school. He couldn’t hide his disappointment when he couldn’t find her the first half of the day.

When she walked into his sixth period math class, Rodrick smiled widely and waved at her. She smiled back and quickly sat in the empty seat next to him.

“Hey! I finally found you!” she said. “This school is so big, and there’s so many people!”

“Yeah, it is pretty big,” Rodrick responded, lamely. “How have your classes been so far?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “They’re, you know, classes. I feel like I can’t form an opinion on anything yet.”

Before Rodrick could ask anymore questions, the teacher came in to start the class.

Math class always dragged on, but that day it felt like it was going at a pace even slower than a snail. Rodrick wanted nothing more than for the class to just end so he could talk to her more.

“The answer is six,” (Y/N) whispered to herself.

Rodrick looked over at her. “What?”

(Y/N) looked at him. Her face was confused at first until she realized she had spoken out loud. Before she could respond, the teacher asked, “Do you two have something to add Miss. (Y/L/N)? Mr. Heffley?”

The two exchanged a look before (Y/N) responded. “The answer to the equation is actually six. You mixed up on your second to last calculation.”

A snicker came from her classmates as the teacher rolled his eyes at her. “I can assure you my calculations are correct Miss. (Y/L/N).”

“I’m not saying they’re all wrong, just the second to last calculation.” (Y/N) rose from her seat and made her way to the whiteboard. “May I?”

“Oh sure, since you know everything.”

(Y/N) ignored his sarcastic tone and erased everything that was on the board except for the starting equation. Rodrick watched as (Y/N) rewrote the entire equation down to the last step, in which she changed the workings to equal six.

The entire room seemed to hold their breath as (Y/N) turned to their teacher. He had a blank expression on his face before letting out a sigh. “Okay, I see your point. Well done Miss. (Y/L/N), now go sit down.”

(Y/N) returned to her seat next to Rodrick, her cheeks tinted pink.

When class finally ended, Rodrick and (Y/N) left together. “That was so impressive! You’re, like, a math genius.”

“My parents have been teaching me basically since I was born,” (Y/N) explained. “They basically made me an overachiever since birth.”

“That’s cool, though. Maybe you could help me with my homework sometime.”

(Y/N) smiled. “Yeah! I’d love to!”

~~~~~~~

Rodrick watched (Y/N) talk to some friends in the living room from his spot in the kitchen. He couldn’t help but smile when she laughed at whatever one of the girls had said.

(Y/N) had really opened up in the months following her moving in. She had gained a great group of friends and had opened up a lot to the people in their grade. She was no longer the shy new girl, but now the smart, semi-popular girl that everyone loved.

“How long till you tell mom and dad about (Y/N)?” Greg asked as he came to stand next to his big brother.

“Disintegrate child,” Rodrick hissed. “Wait, how do you know about me and (Y/N)?”

Greg scoffed. “Come on, Rodrick. You’ve never looked at a girl the way you look at her, among other very obvious tells. You are totally in love with her.”

“Whoa, whoa. Back it up little bro. In love is a strong word. I like her a lot at the most.”

“Like who a lot?”

(Y/N) walked up to the brothers and threw an arm over Rodrick’s shoulder. He felt his heart starting to race at just her close proximity, and he couldn’t stop the smile that spread on his face knowing she was there next to him.

Okay, maybe I love her a little bit.

“What lucky girl has taken little Rodrick’s heart?” (Y/N) continued with their “friends” bit.

“You can drop it. Greg knows about us.”

(Y/N) sighed with relief as she dropped her arm from Rodrick’s shoulder. “Good. There was no way I was going to be able to pretend that Rodrick liked someone else. I was sure I was gonna crack.”

Rodrick wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder and kissed her forehead. (Y/N) leaned into his embrace, a dreamy smile on her face as she peered up at her boyfriend. Greg looked between the two of them, an amused smile on his face.

“I’m happy for you guys,” he said. “But, just remember (Y/N), you could do so much better than Rodrick.”

Rodrick untangled himself from Greg just long enough to feign a threatening punch. Greg took off as soon as Rodrick’s hand went up, disappearing into the crowd of party people around him. Rodrick shook his head and rolled his eyes as (Y/N) laughed.

“He’s smarter than you give him credit for,” (Y/N) pointed out.

“Don’t give him too much credit, it’ll go to his already massive sized head,” Rodrick warned her.

(Y/N) laughed before giving Rodrick a quick peck on her lips. “So, Greg has already figured us out. When do we tell your parents?”

Rodrick sighed as he pulled (Y/N) tightly against them. “Realistically, they’re the next step. I don’t need Greg having anything else he can hold over my head as leverage or blackmail. But...I really don’t want you to meet them. Not because I don’t think they’d like you, they already love you more than they love the three of us. It’s just...mom is super overbearing, especially with girlfriends. The last one I had that I brought to meet them, mom straight up asked her if she planned to ever have kids and get married after graduating high school.”

(Y/N) covered her mouth to try and stifle the laugh that came out. She had met Susan Heffley a few times in passing when doing homework with Rodrick, and even in the few times she had met Rodrick’s mom, she knew that Rodrick’s story was not an exaggeration.”

“Dad is just boring,” Rodrick continued. “He doesn’t do much besides work and collect figurines. He’ll probably ask you if you’ll talk me out of being in the band and actually doing something with my life.”

(Y/N) leaned into Rodrick again. “I won’t push you. You have your reasonings for not wanting me to meet them, and I understand those reasonings. But, just so you know, they’re not gonna chase me away from you. I’m in this for the long haul, Heffley. You’re stuck with me until you get tired of me.”

Rodrick smiled and kissed (Y/N) again. “I’ll never get tired of you, (Y/L/N).”

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EZEKIEL ‘EZ’ REYES W/ DAUGHTER ⨟ HEADCANON

@wrcn9fvlcver asked: Hello hello! First of all i loveeee your writing and i was wondering if u would be up for some daddy ez I absolutely love the idea of ez with a little girl and maybe some tio angel action?

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Ez loves to spend the whole day with your daughter. He loves Lola more than anything in this world.

Every time you tell him that he has to pick her up from school, he falls into the ‘sweetest daddy mood’. He wears one of Lola's favorites shirt of the collection he has. He also sprays some of that Hugo Boss cologne you bought for him, that EZ uses only in special occasions.

He usually rides to school ten minutes before her classes are done, enough time to buy her some flowers. He's a charming prince.

“God, your dad is fucking hot”.

Sometimes you can't understand how a thirteen year old girl can talk like that. Your daughter raised an eyebrow somewhat confused, looking at her friends because of the comment. You never warn Lola when EZ is going to pick her up, because your husband loves to surprise your little girl. The youngest Reyes is sitting sideways on his black Harley, cross-armed, holding the half-dozen of white roses and that smile that can burn down the world just in a second because of the over cuteness.

“Gid, yir did is fickin' hit”. She replies somewhat upset with a singing voice, rolling her eyes.

Grabbing her bag with a hand in the handle, she runs fast to her dad who is already walking towards her when their eyes finally meet again. EZ hugs her tightly with an arm, leaving some kisses on her cheek, before taking the bag to give her daughter the roses.

“Did you have a good day, pequeña?”

“Sí, papá. Solo… un poco largo”. (Yes, dad, just a little bit long). She says shrugging her shoulders, holding his free hand with her own to reach the motorbike.

“Ok, we're going to the clubhouse. Chucky is cooking quesadillas for you”. EZ helps her to put on the helmet, before keeping the bag in one of the leather's one at a side of the bike. “The crew is already waiting”.

“Leti is there too? I wanna show her something”. Lola asks sitting by his father back, holding somewhat better her flowers. She's a good rider, it's in her veins, and she doesn't need to wrap EZ's waist when he turns the motorcycle on.

Coco and Angel usually fight on who gets to hug her first. Both are her tíos. Lola spend a lot of time at Coco's house, because Leti usually helps her with homework. But Angel is her original tío. He understands that his brother is her father, he respect that. But he is extremely jealous with other guys. Even with women. Vicki can't hug her, because Angel is already doing it. Lola is his most precious thing in world. He took care of her since she was born, turning himself into a fucking mix of pitbull, doberman and rottweiler whenever EZ or you aren't close. His niece is a baby he must protect at all fucking cost. No matter if she was fifty years old. A. Baby. He. Must. Protect. At. All. Fucking. Cost. You understand it?

“DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER, MAN”.

Angel is holding your daughter between his strong arms, while she's laughing so hard she almost drowns herself with her own saliva, turning over his feet to avoid everybody presence close of them. Creeper and Gilly are trying to play with her, but your brother-in-law is needy of showing Lola how precious she is. Like a fucking diamond surrounded by trash.

“IT'S MY FUCKING TURN.”

“C'MON! YOU'RE HOGGING HER, BROTHER!” Coco complains too, so furious he wants to punch Angel's face.

“WELL, SHE'S LOLA REYES. NOT LOLA CRUZ. NOT LOLA VARGAS. NOT LOLA LOPEZ. REYES. YOU FUCKIN' HEAR ME? LOLA FUCKIN' REYES. GO FIND YOUR FUCKIN' OWN NIECE”.

“Tío Angel!”

“'Amma fuckin' wrong, beautiful and precious baby, love of my life, my one and only, my princess, luz de mi vida?”

“EH, SHE'S MY DAUGHTER. BLOW ME, BITCH!”

EZ comes from nowhere, taking his daughter as if she actually is a baby. For god's sake. But she's having a lot of fun seeing how her father always wins every single battle.

Bishop only ask your husband for help when Lola is doing something with the guys, so he can be with his daughter all the time possible.

Everybody is totally in love with her. But what EZ feels for her escapes the limits of understanding. His daughter. His family. A piece of himself and a piece of the love of his life, all in one. You've been together for almost fourteen years, and she wasn't something planned: but the best gift you two could ever have.

His favorite thing to do together is lie down on the sofa, after having some delicious homemade dinner, to read her Federico Garcia Lorca's poetry. EZ has been doing it since the first time she slept at home, so small, so cute, so tiny. He has never read her fairy tales, but spanish poems. As Felipe does when they're together.

“... Se dejó el balcón abierto, y el alba por el balcón desembocó todo el cielo. ¡Ay, que vestida con mantos negros”.

EZ has a hand caressing her back, with the small book raised on air in the other one, reciting each poem with passion.

“Dad.”

“Ah?”

“When I leave to the university, I'll call you every night so you can read me another poem.”

“Ok, mi amor, I promise.” He replies kissing her head before continuing.

Your husband also taught her spanish as soon as she started to talk, and you couldn't feel more proud of his daddy skills since ever, as if he had a lot of children before Lola.

He wants his little girl to run the world.

Lola knows how to fight and defend herself. She speaks english, spanish, apache (because Taza said it would be amazing) and italian. She's the smartest girl you ever knew. She's polite, gentle, loving, responsible… And you know why? Because of your husband. Yeah, you do your ‘mom work’ pretty well. But, let's be sincere, every time you see EZ being the best dad ever, you fall more for him.

EZ cries when he listens your daughter telling you how much she loves him, or asking you once and again how you two met, or comparing her dad with their friends', without knowing he's hearing her. And he also does it when you reply how much you love him, how lucky you're for finding him in life, and how much you get melted every time you find them sleeping together in the sofa after a long day waiting for you to come from the hospital.

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hi it’s me... clicks across the linoleum of the dash wearing high heels w a spray tan like i’m a member of jersey shore suddenly..... best summary of willa is that she got moira rose as her #1 chara on a What Character Are You Most Like personality test out of thousands of options.... says so much. u can find her pinterest here n her playlist here 😋 like this or hmu fr plots!!

* ashley moore, cis female + she/her  | you know willa deneurve, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, most of her life, on and off? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to watch me by the pom poms like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole sticking gold stars over old polaroids until you can barely see faces, dressing as marie antoinette at your high school prom & delivering fake laughter to a bratz doll you’re pretending is a talkshow host thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is august 1st, so they’re a leo, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt, she/her )

HISTORY:

willa ws born to honestly like….. the perfect family not to honk my own tit bt……………. they were jst rly quite wholesome. her mum celeste was this larger than life person who could never b contained by the four walls of any room she was in. she hd the presence of a gold glitter chess piece on an otherwise mundane wooden board. her dad marlon used to always joke that he had absolutely NO idea how he landed her bc he was just this like. rly average guy by all accounts n purposes….. blended into the sea in high skl……. had a few close friends but was never rly Notable or made a proper impression anywhere…… he always retold it as him coasting thru life until he met her in college. kind of like he’d been half awake before. they just Clicked n no-one cld believe she’d chosen him bt she was jst. completely head over heels n didn’t care what anyone had to say bc that was That

willa always very much took after celeste…… there’s this one quote i remember reading that goes vaguely like “my mom and i would sit and listen to leonard cohen and joni mitchell lyrics together. from a young age i remember her being like "i’m playing this song and when it’s done i want u to tell me what’s happening in it” n she would give me a fake glass of wine when i was 8 and i would listen and b like. i think there was an affair.” which so much summarises their dynamic…… she ws just so like. dramatic n fun n always encouraged that in willa too. her mum was like. everything she aspired to be…… got scouted by a modelling agency in college n shot one campaign before blowing it off simply bc she was bored. starred lead in a play. spent a few weeks travelling asia selling handmade candles shaped like koi fish or curled up foxes or elegantly stretched hands. dated a parisian movie star during a break she and her father took n was featured in tabloids on his arm at the premiere. sm fun n exotic stories willa literally cldn’t get enough. whenever she’d tell them to willa as a kid her dad wld roll his eyes like ohhhhh here she goes again but it’d all b playful n he’d smile bc he honestly cldn’t get enough either. the stuff dreams are made of luv (lizzie mcguire stans rise)

(car accident & death tw) so u know when ur walking down a flight of stairs n then out of nowhere u miss a step n u get that lurch in ur stomach like ur in free fall? yeah. i won’t go into it too much but one night they were driving back from getting frozen yogurt and then suddenly they weren’t. she doesn’t rly remember much about it except for completely ignoring the doctors trying to give her the news and just saying “dad chose pecan. who chooses pecan?” n repeating that over n over n over until it didn’t rly register in her ears as english any more.

willa was uprooted from irving at 11 to go n live w her aunt in NY. this was like. a huge adjustment honestly….. her aunt blanche hd always been a little unconventional bt extremely glamorous. she lived in an old defunct theatre she’d bought out n came from a lot of money. willa’s mum’s side of the family hd always been well off bt celeste opted to live a little more Ordinarily shall we say after settling whereas blanche ws jst balls to the walls dripping w eccentric excess…. wld say she was never naked bc she ws always wearing black opium by yves saint laurent…… probably the living embodiment of la vie boheme….. she’d been admitted a yr early to a rly prestigious parisian design school n is an AMAZING seamstress. a corset she stitched a broadway star into got commissioned fr an actress’ red carpet walk at an indie film festival. rly just lived such a life rich w lots of stories n lots of talent too…… had that star quality essence tht her mum had n that was smthn willa found quite comforting everything considered.

(grief tw) u would think maybe a situation like this (one involving so much sudden change) wld cause a kid of tht age to withdraw into her shell bt willa only came out of her shell MORE. she coped w her situation by spinning it into a celebrity origin story inside her head. the tear jerker tale someone tells during their x factor audition to get the judges rooting for them. mentally streamlining things. repackaging all that hurt as a surefire ticket to success bc it had to be useful for something right? there had to b a point to it right? willa decided the point was she’s a star. KFHSGKFHGFKHGKJSFHG. get it girl….. she ws literally just like ok well clearly i’m destined to be famous n i’m the main character of this story. this story called earth. it’s all about me.

rly heavily immersed herself in her high skl theatre scene……. loved experimenting w fashion n literally wore the most outlandish things like. she treated the hallways like her milan f/w debut every new school yr…… a lot of the things she wore were actual like. costumes frm her aunt’s collection…… she has a multi-story closet u have to climb ladders to reach things in like a very rustic library…. it rly wasn’t uncommon for willa to turn up one day corsetted like a pirate with billowing sleeves or sporting the baby blue gingham of a swedish milk maid. it’s like she literally jst…… became a role. always. every day. the world ws her stage. the cameras were always rolling. her aunt only encouraged this tbh n honestly? icon. we love to see it. willa partied a bunch n rly lived a lax lifestyle where responsibility was concerned…. her aunt ws her best friend…… made rly gd friends with performers in the drag club scene n loved the glitz of that….. lots of wild nights turned grossly bright mornings

snagged an agent fresh into her first yr of college (she gt accepted to a pretty competitive theatre program at [redacted] in NY bc i haven’t looked into what that wld be yet <3 i’m merely a helpless british lass <3) n booked a few commercials n things….. when i say willa wld enter audition rooms like she owned the place i’m rly not exaggerating…. once she turned up to a casting call for MEN n just walked right to the front of the line scraping a random chair along the way n then took a seat w her legs crossed popping a bubble in her gum as they all glared at her like wtf is literally going on who are u. she received several complaints n she was just like “ur all acting so jealous of me….”

i feel like she got a pretty big role in a theatre production in her last yr at school. haven’t decided what yet. maybe smthn rocky horror or even mimi in rent. this was meant to b some like huge moment for willa like yes girl finally making it ur on ur way this is what u wanted n she WAS happy abt it but once it was wrapped she jst had this strange like Huh feeling in her chest……. n a la celeste w all her exciting stories was just like well i’ve done that so what’s next? i think she’d graduate n then jst suddenly decide to move to irving in a fit of impulse. to all her college friends she’d be like “ugh a beach retreat is so necessary honestly the city is sooooooooo toxic this place cld literally enlarge my pores if i wasn’t so rigorous with my skincare routine” bt like 🤔 what u seeking girl? results pending.

SO basically i feel like she finally moved back to irving little over a yr ago. she hd a brief stint starring on a reality tv show tht filmed in one of the larger beach houses where her dog gained a handful of fan accounts dedicated to him……. u maybe will see why in the first bullet point of her personality section………… FKGHKSHFGGKFSHKHG. honestly she ws received pretty well too (mostly bc she’s so fking dramatic n like a caricature of a person) bt it wasn’t anything to warrant actual Fame (despite what willa herself might think). she’s mostly jst like. chilling honestly. accepting scripts n flying out fr auditions still. she’ll nab the occasional part bt she’s looking for that One Thing that rly feels like her big moment….. otherwise i cn just imagine her treating irving like a little dollhouse compared to the roaring mansion of NYC n having fun playing around in it. strikes a pose w a hand on my hip…. and now to personality.

PERSONALITY:

got a very large n lithe greyhound n named him marlene dietrich bc she was a black n white hollywood starlet famously known for her affairs n “bedroom eyes”. willa was like ugh. icon status instantly. didn’t rly foresee the responsibilities tht came w owning a dog tht loves exercise n complains abt him being like “ugh he wants to run soooooooooo much 🙄 like where are u literally going”. having said tht loves him dearly n he can often be seen wearing little clothes. a baby’s bonnet. a quilted leather waistcoat. a custom dog boa. he’s very glamorous. willa calls him a gay icon despite no evidence to support this theory. she also says he can sniff out evil in ppl so she brings him sometimes when she’s first introduced to a friend’s new bf n if his nose quivers a certain way she’s like “marlene has spoken. it’s done”. her friends r like omg? what’s done? willa gets up n walks away without elaborating. marlene’s little paws clicking along the floor w attitude.

literally dressed as marie antoinette for her high skl prom even tho there was no theme pertaining to this. jst loves the spotlight. can fake cry and WILL to get out of a parking ticket or teach someone to watch their tone or even simply for the theatrics of it all. the Most dramatic………….. rly fits being an actress like when people find out what she does it’s very like oh that makes sense.

says she doesn’t get hangovers. she’s just like “i revoked that it doesn’t happen to me”. alludes tht this is bc she’s an all powerful deity that was Chosen to be Blessed bt really she’s jst great at bouncing back n acting fine even w a blistering headache. it’s about believing the performance so much that u even convince urself.

has an extremely elevated sense of self importance bc this is kind of the equivalent of several layers of bubble wrap to cushion her frm the world. strives to b extraordinary bc ordinary honestly feels like a death sentence n there’s nothing she’d want to b seen as less. despite this weight she puts on that she rly doesn’t tend to let ppl’s opinions affect fr the most part like she’s quite firmly set in this I’m Literally The Most Gorgeous And Beautiful Angel Star Creature To Walk This Narsty Little Earth view

probably an incredibly big fan of dramatic short lived love affairs. she wants the glamour of it all. the scandal. the randomly breaking up w someone in a public place n sliding on sunglasses after delivering the words over a freshly ordered coffee (tht she’ll leave without drinking bc that’s star power babey she waits fr no man or no hot beverage)…….. has no preference gets w any n all regardless of gender……… romanticises things so they hv a better spin or story in her head n doesn’t rly take things seriously like jst has fun in her fantasy world…. she’s like ugh chuck i know u wanted to marry me but i’m a beautiful bird in a cage n u literally need to undo the latch n set me free……. the guy’s like……. my name’s chase n we’ve only been on two dates….. willa’s like…… please don’t take this so hard i can tell ur besides urself but people r starting to stare……. gets up n leaves. no-one was staring. chase is confused n honestly probably semi concerned fr her welfare.

always has to b the hottest n most glamorous person in a grocery store…. probably goes to them when she doesn’t even need anything jst holding a basket nonchalantly over her forearm glancing over at a cashier in her wizard of oz corset seamed interpretation on a dorothy dress thinking he wants me soooo bad it’s not even funny….. seduces him over the check out counter jst for him to ask her to come back to his so she can lean back scandalised n cry “IS THAT THE KIND OF WOMAN U THINK I AM, PAUL?! YOU’RE A GHASTLY LITTLE MAN, YOU ARE….” with all the gusto of a telenovela. attracts the shocked glances of all surrounding elderly.

speaks fluent french. probably on her brief stint on tht reality show i mentioned earlier was like “ugh can you believe Deneurve of this guy?” n in her head was like this catchphrase is sensational it’ll catch on fast the twittersphere is abt to implode but it didn’t become a thing except for in a small isolated community. despite this she’s like “yeah it went viral….. go figure. just another day in the life.”

honestly like a lot of fun bt also a huge handful at the same time. keeps her real Serious emotions in a locked box bt is always overflowing w melodramatics n rly giving her all at the drop of a hat where Performing is concerned. probably Loves parties n sees them as another form of production in which she wants to b the lead. rly just. loves herself. except does she? 🤔 lifts my hand up like rihanna n winks. find out next time. lucky by britney plays as i slowly disintegrate in spiderman rp…..

WANTED CONNECTIONS

unrequited flame: willa burns thru people like matches. bright n fast. honestly i feel like she struggles to take romance seriously so it cld be fun to play around with someone who’s been singed by that in the past…. mayb they hd actual feelings whereas willa was just messing around n having fun…. living la vida loca so to speak…….. we can discuss a time frame or specifics to expand upon this but. sexy angst perhaps.

those she knew from childhood: willa moved to NY at 11 n i feel like it was very sudden n soon after the accident. maybe she didn’t even say goodbye. maybe they were rly close n all of a sudden she didn’t show up to school the next day n when they rode past her house on their bike the sign said sold and that was that. honestly very dramatic of her even at a young age. we love a disappearing act. houdini who?

acting rival: honestly jst feel like this cld be funny. willa’s so dramatic she’d be like i literally want them dead they’re a despicable little gremlin fr trying to steal my spotlight. cld be as simple as having auditioned a few times fr the same parts or something.

childhood sweetheart: i think it cld be rly cute n sad if there was someone that kind of echoed the dynamic her mum n dad had except she was the celeste n they were the marlon…. (open to any gender)…….. so like. willa was always very larger than life commanding attention in a room n they were more to the sidelines but they just kind of got each other n brought out the best in one another. added angst to the fact tht willa wld maybe want to avoid them as much as possible now bc it dredges up feelings she doesn’t want to confront where her parents r concerned n also in a way any possibility of them winding up together feels like sellotaping an expiration date to both of their foreheads in willa’s brain

someone who was either a fan of or also on the reality show willa was: i imagine it like a reinvention of the hills honestly except based in these irving beach houses…. probably didn’t run that long bt there was a bunch of drama on it mostly staged…… maybe they were willa’s love interest bt it was all fake fr the cameras…… it wasn’t like. a huge deal n didn’t rly catch flight so much where popularity’s concerned bt. cld be fun to play with <3

patti frands: jogs in high knees to translate that into party friends as i adjust my spectacles. willa’s very sociable bt she’s also like kind of full of herself n obnoxious so do with that what u will. KFHGKSHGKGHFSKG. she knows hw to have a gd time tho like growing up she was rly into the gay club scene n the drag scene in NY so like. let’s hear it fr the gays who know how to do it right <3

someone equally over the top: i luv the idea of willa having someone who just like runs with made up scenarios n roles she makes up on the spot n them hanging out is like a 24/7 improv session tht they reel random surrounding strangers just fr the fun thrill

the other woman: willa is quite detached n selfish so she wld easily be the other woman in a relationship n not care about it n this cld make for good spice <3

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Who the F*** is Chris Evans?

Requested by Anonymous: Reader meets Evans when no cameras are around and he’s had a bad day and is just over everything, reader is unaware and when they meet things do not go well at all. Chris comes off as the biggest a-hole imaginable. Reader is like “I knew that Disney loving shit was bull”, Chris realizes he’s coming off as an entitled prick, catches himself and opens up to reader, who in return opens up to him about her many moods. They bond, friendship, relationship and you can add smut if you want. 😎😬 Thank u

AN: so i have two weeks left of calm at school before final papers begin and final exams kick my fuckin ass so i’m trying to zoom through my drafts and give you guys the best of my writing for the next two weeks before i inevitably start writing less until school ends. end in sight? yeah, april 18 is my last exam, then i’m free for the entire summer, so it’s actually not that bad.

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The road wound endlessly before you; a long stretch of grey ribbon, interrupted by the occasional glance at the fields or the forest. It was torture, really, because you were not one to be able to hold your seat for more than a few minutes, and now you were stuck in the driver’s throne for the next six. Traveling for work used to sound amazing. It really isn’t. 

There’s a half empty water bottle in the cup holder. Various wrappings from the food you stopped to get: Wendy’s, Taco Bell, Tim Hortons. The sun was beating down through the windshield, the hot air billowing in through the open window. 

You saw in the distance a stopped car. Squinting, you could make out someone there, on the phone, the hood of the car wrenched open. 

You hadn’t left your seat in a few hours, so this was your opportunity to wiggle your legs. And you knew a thing or two about cars. Dad taught you well. 

You pulled up behind the car, watching as the person - a man - stopped talking on the phone to glance at you. He was tall and well built, a young man no older than his mid-thirties. He had a beard and dark sunglasses under a baseball cap. 

You got out, marching to him. “Hey, car trouble?” Wow, that was a classic thing to say. A Dad thing to say. 

He waved his hand around as if to say, “Duh.” And turned back to talk into the phone. You rolled your eyes, venturing to the side of the car. You felt like an imbecile looking through the window, but you did anyway and saw the entire car was shut off. 

“Car just stopped working,” came the voice of the man. You turned with a smile, and saw him dipping his phone into his coat pocket. 

“What happened?” you asked. 

Again, that smug hand wave. That frustrated-I’m-going-to-be-an-asshole-to-you-because-i’m-mad hand wave. “I don’t know?” he grumbled. “Radio shut off. Lights shut off. Steering wheel became hard to turn.”

“Battery,” you said, walking backwards to where the hood was propped open. 

“Whatever, I’m calling my agent,” he grumbled, turning his back to you.

Wow, you thought. This is how he was treating a woman trying to give him a hand? This is how he was being thankful?

“Wait a minute,” you mumbled, realizing what he said. “Agent? Are you in like the CIA?”

He scoffed, dialing on his phone. “I’m an actor.” 

You were looking into the hood of the car, and when he said that, you looked up with a frown. He didn’t look familiar. He talked to his “agent” on the phone and gave them his location and said, “My car’s being a fucking bitch again.”

He was driving a fucking Porsche. You, with you ‘99 Civic, made a weird face. 

When he hung up, he came to you with a heavy sigh and hands in his pockets. “I don’t need your help,” he sighed. “I’m good. Go home.”

“It’s your battery,” you said, ignoring him and his vicious tone. “Or the alternator is dead and can’t provide for the battery.”

“Whatever.” He turned and leaned on the car. “It’s a rental anyway.”

You took a step back, annoyed by his tone, his arrogance, and his comments. You looked him up and down once, trying to found out just who the hell he thought he was. 

“So,” you said. “Who are you?”

“What?”

“You said you’re an actor,” you commanded in a deadly serious tone. “Who the fuck are you, because you seem to think you’re some big fucking shit talking to like that to someone who’s just trying to help you.”

He stood straight and wrenched off his sunglasses, boring icy blue eyes into yours. “I’m Chris Evans,” he said. 

“Who?”

“Chris Evans?” He rose a brow condescendingly. “Captain America.”

It took a few seconds for it to register, then your mouth came open into a little O. He must have mistaken your reaction for amazement because he huffed and put his glasses back on. 

“Wow,” you mumbled. “Star spangled man with a plan is a real fucking asshole.”

“You mouth off like that to total strangers all the time?” he asked. 

“I get why they call you an A-list celebrity now,” you said, ignoring his question. “Asshole celebrity, huh?”

He slammed his fist on the side of the car, mouth twisted in anger. 

“Oh, big man slamming his fists everywhere, right on, buddy,” you said, walking past him towards your car.

“I’m sorry.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, a frown on your face. “You’re what?” you said, turning on your heels.

He was crouched near the hood, hands in his hair, cap on the ground beside him. 

“I’m having a real bad fucking day,” he mumbled as you slowly walked back to him. “My dog is sick. I had a fight with my mom. They filmed me at McDonald’s when I wasn’t looking my best. People don’t want to give me roles because they associate me with Marvel. And now this stupid shit.” He gestured to the car as he slowly rose on his feet. 

You bit the corner of your lip. His tone was softer now, like he was on the verge of crying behind those glasses. 

“Look,” you started slowly, “I have CAA and free towing. I’ll call.” 

You called from your phone and they said they were an hour out due to your location. 

“I’ll pay don’t worry,” Chris said, hands in his pockets, but now he seemed a little nervous. “I didn’t quite catch your name.”

“Y/N,” you said. “And you’d do better greeting strangers who wanna help you with respect next time.” You made to go back to your car, to leave this stupidly handsome yet angry yet nice actor out here until the tow company came. Maybe give him your CAA card so he wouldn’t have to pay full price. 

“Wait!” he called. “I... look I’m really sorry for talking to you like that. I’d like to, I don’t know, take you up for coffee?”

You stood there, ankle awkwardly jutting out. “What?”

“You don’t do coffee?”

“No, yes I do.”

“So, coffee?”

“When?”

“I can go later tonight,” he said with a relieved smile. “If I can get your number.”

You rolled your eyes. “Is this your way of picking up civilian women and luring them to some dark coffee place?”

He laughed. Wow, he was truly wonderful when he laughed. “It’s in the downtown area.”

You bit your lip, but nevertheless gave him your digits, and your CAA towing card for reduced prices. 

“I’ll be waiting for your call,” you said, walking back to your car, “Mister Chris Evans.”

Least to say, the two of you fit like hands in gloves, like moss on a fallen tree stump, like glue on construction paper. The coffee run allowed you to see just how sweet and caring Chris really was. He assured you that asshole part of him rarely comes out, and that you were actually lucky to have even seen it. 

It didn’t end there that night. Coffee turned to drinks turned to dancing in a weird corner karaoke bar turned to spending the night on his couch. And when you woke to the smell of bacon and the sight of a shirtless Chris, you vowed to not let this man go, despite his career, despite his notoriety. 

He was a simple guy. T-shirts and jeans and fluffy pillows and donuts in the morning. He was a conversationalist and an observational man. There was nothing this man did not notice, and especially on you, like the fact that you were falling in love with him. 

It didn’t take long for billboards to go crazy.

WHO IS THIS WOMAN ON CHRIS EVANS’ ARM?

CHRIS EVANS GOES ROGUE? PAST GIRLFRIENDS COMPARED TO HIS MYSTERIOUS LADY OF TODAY ON PAGE 45.

CHRIS EVANS’ MYSTERIOUS LOVER FINALLY UNMASKED. TURN TO PAGE 31 FOR HER COMPLETE RECORD.

“Wow,” you said, dropping the latest edition of TeenVogue into the chariot. Chris picked it up. “They work fast.”

He smirked. “You agreed to this.”

“I know.” You stood on your tiptoes and poked his nose. 

He grabbed you around the waist and gave you a chaste peck on the lips. Not far behind, you heard a series of clicks, and upon turning, saw a paparazzi hidden behind the shelves of potatoes. 

You could already see the newest tabloid coming. 

CHRIS EVANS AND Y/N SEEN MAKING OUT WHILE ON A SHOPPING SPREE!

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 - 𝐢.

requested: yes / no 

plot: being internet-friends is a little bit hard, mainly with tom, but let’s try it <3 this is the first part, i’m gonna make the second part fast i promise u uwu 

(+in this imagine tom is not famous)

-tom holland is the biggest support through the screen too 

-you two met on the net accidentally, but you and tom connect in no time 

-tom is always online

-ready to comment your outfit (only if you ask him) or help you with the homework 

-you two have twitter, messenger, snapchat, every app what u can imagine (badoo and tinder ofc not you nasty uwu)

-so you always send him a snap when you get ready for school, or when you have night-out with your friends 

-if you have a boyfriend (as a simple friend ehehe), tom would be a little bit jealous, he finds it really helpful that you can’t hear or see him through the screen 

-when you post something on instagram, he always likes your pictures and responds on your storys. after a little time, you begin to tag him on those pictures

-your friends would ask you that who is tom, and everytime you just shrug your shoulder and say “just my internet friend”

-and boi 

-your friends would ship you two internally

-on the other hand, harrison and tom’s brothers would go crazy too that tom “finally has a real girlfriend” 

-”seriously dude, how much you pay that girl?”

-”shut up, harrison”

-tom’s mom knows that he found someone really worth-it because during dinner, breakfast or the night-time tv-session, she notices that tom looks at his phone with a big smile

-because tom admires you, always replies and look through your pictures (needless to say, he save everything what you send him) 

-and of course when she asks that who are you, tom look up from his phone and answers with a serious face “nobody” 

-but with time, you told tom that you would like to facetiming with him 

-you two actually were hella nervous, his brothers notice that 

-like “ohmygosh do you need some inhaler?” “your face is green, is everything okay bro?” 

-he just nods and when they stay for too long time in his room, he just yells in annoyance like “CAN YOU PLEASE JUST GO THE FUCK OUT–”

-the first videochat is a little bit risky, but when tessa accidentally rushes the room, he picks him up and tries to continue the meeting with tomato-like face 

-he thinks that ‘i am the biggest loser that’s so awkward’ but you get excited 

-”that’s your dog? so adorable!” 

-tom just smiles and kisses tessa, murmuring her a little thanks 

-you two talk for 3 hours, with loud laughs and funny or interesting stories 

-suddenly tom’s dad shouts that the dinner is ready

-”that’s my dad, i gotta go, so sorry” “no problem, we can do this again if you want to” you reply shyly, tom finds you so utterly adorable 

-at first, he thought that you use filter to be that beautiful on the pictures, but after the call he scolds himself because of it, your face is so angelic and cute, and he wants to touch your glowing hair 

-after the facetime he jumps on the bed and thinks that he’s the most luckiest guy 

-and with that, you two became closer and closer, helping each other in the hard phases, making each other laugh, bitching to each other about everything

-once you slept in through the call, he just stayed quiet and heard your cute breathing, he closed his eyes too, and hugged a pillow. tom just tried to imagine that you are with him in his bed while snuggling, his heart hurt so much because there is a fucking big distance between you two 

-tom began to thinking about one real meeting, just you and him, in one coffee shop or one walk in the park in the near 

-once you were awfully upset because of school, you didn’t wanted to answer the video call, you gave him one or two word as an answer 

-’please baby do it, i can help, please’ he said to himself again and again, he was so nervous and irritated because he just wanted to run to you and hug you tightly 

-suddenly, you initiated a video call, tom picked up immediately

-your camera shakes as your hands, tom runs his hand through his hair 

-”baby please tell me what’s wrong, please” 

-you try to normalize your breaths, but you are in too much panic to find a way out 

-”i-i… messed up… me-messed up everything, oh-h my god” you stutter

-he try to calm you down, gives you advices

-”okay y/n, try to breathe. i know that’s hard, but try for me, okay? i’m here, i’m here and sure as hell that i’m not going anywhere” 

-you imagine that tom really at your side, hugging you and whispers to you like this, and you finally take your nerves down a little 

-”now you can tell me what’s wrong, i’m gonna help you, ‘kay?” 

-he listens while you explain him that you tried to fix your math grades from the second term, but got an E and your grades are low again (i know how hard is it honey, i tried too one time and i almost tried suicide) 

-tom helps you to make you one plan, gives you tips. it lasts two hours, but he makes sure that you don’t feel yourself uncomfortable. you decor the plan with tapes and post-its

-”and if you fix your grades, we can meet baby” he slips out that accidentally, but you hear that and blush 

-”i would like it too tommy” you answer, he adores your rose cheeks and eyes full of glimmer and happiness; even happier that he made you happy by himself and thinks that take your shit now, osterfield 

-”wait, wha- okay, then hurry up, honey” he cheers you, and ends the call

-while you two speak, paddy accidentally walks by before tom’s door and hear your chuckles. his eyes bright up, runs down into the living room to sam and harry like “guys guys, tom are dating somebody, some girl!” and then they all like “OH MY GOD” but they shush each other and pretend like nothing’s changed 

𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚘 <𝟹 𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚣~ 

[tesslahey]

a deal is a deal- john b

pairings: john b x fem!kook!reader

warnings: mentions of sex, fluff

a/n- this is my first one shot/imagine, so I’m sorry if there are any typos. i hope u like it, bc I know i liked writing it😝also, i’m more of a rafe gal myself, but I’ve noticed that there is barely any john b stuff on this app, as well as wattpad and ao3, so i hope the john b stans find this. 

enjoy xoxo

-tess

masterlist

Dating John B definitely came with its own set of challenges. Especially when you’re a Kook, and you have an overprotective brother who despises pogues. Of course, your relationship had to be kept a secret, but it made it more fun in a way. At least for now. 

You haven't seen John B in a few weeks because you just went on vacation with your family. It was the beginning of summer, school was finally out and you could spend time with your boyfriend without the stress of school work and friend groups. You talked to John B all night last night over the phone, about your vacation and meaningless things, you just liked the comfort of his voice. And you talked about your reunion, which was tonight. 

Your parents were getting dinner with their rich, uptight friends, and your older brother, Danny was having Rafe, Topper and Kelce over. They never bothered you. They were only focused on getting plastered, like they did every weekend. 

You just got out of the shower and put on your vanilla lotion and rose perfume. You smiled as you put it on, because John B always complimented how you smelled. You brushed your hair and put on a white lace bralette and underwear, which made your freshly tanned skin(from your vacation to Aruba) look really good. On top of that, you wore sweatpants and a sweatshirt, trying your best not to look like you're getting ready to hookup with your boyfriend when you had to see your parents leave for dinner. 

You went downstairs and got some snacks, the normal movie night snacks- popcorn and sour patch kids. 

“Y/n, lock up behind us. We should be back before midnight. Text us if you need us. But only if you really need to.” your mom said with her back turned to you, looking for something in the cabinet. 

She wasn’t looking at them, but you could see Kelce and Rafe sneaking with your parents liquor, looking to you to distract her so they could get into hiding. 

“Hey mom, can you leave out money for pizza. She then turned toward you and opened her bag and gave you a $20. 

While she was focusing on you, You motioned for them to go before they got caught. 

“Thanks mom, have fun.” You said as she kissed your cheek and left with your dad. Kelce and Rafe came out of hiding to go down your basement stairs. 

“I didn’t see anything.” You said while grabbing your snacks. 

“Thanks y/n we owe you.” Kelce said, opening the door to the basement. 

When you got to your room, you struggled to lock the door with your snacks in your hand. You removed your sweatpants and sweatshirt and put on one of John B’s hoodies. You opened the window, for John B’s ninja entrance of course, and tidied your room. You turned on your favorite show, That 70’s show and opened the snacks. You texted John B to come over now and he said he was on his way within minutes. 10 minutes later, you could hear your window creaking and with that, he stumbled in. 

Before exchanging any words, you ran up to him and bear hugged him. He tapped your legs as a signal for you to jump. 

After hugging for a while, he broke the silence by saying, “God I missed you so much.” 

“I missed you too, love. But now you're here, and my parents aren’t home.” You said in a suggesting manner. 

You looked in his eyes and smiled at his raised eyebrow from your tone. 

“Oh really. Then I guess you won't mind if I get rid of this.” He lifted your sweatshirt, leaving you in the matching set you were wearing. 

“Fuck your gorgeous” he droned out while staring at you. You responded by re-attaching your lips, which turned into a passionate fight for dominance, but of course, John B won, like he always did. 

He leaned you back on the bed and kissed down your neck, leaving marks that you knew you would have to worry about covering up later. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were together, and you felt the same fuzzy feeling you always had when you were with him. You had been with others in the past, but no one made you feel as confident and safe as John B. 

You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan from the feeling of John B kissing down your jaw and collarbone. You tangled your fingers in his messy beachy mop of hair. When you tugged on it gently, he groaned against your skin, leaving chills down your spine. 

You tugged his hair to motion him to kiss you again and you flipped on top of him. You couldn't help but grind into him as you tugged his shirt off, which felt very sensitive since you hadn't done anything in a few weeks. 

Just as he went to pull the strap of your bra down, you heard the doorknob turning. You quickly shoved John B off the bed and with that, Topper and Rafe opened your door, seeing you fumbling to put on a hoodie and John B falling over to run into the bathroom connected to your room. 

“Woah” Rafe said as he stared at what he was seeing in disbelief. Topper turned away while trying to hide his blush. 

“Get the fuck out.” You said while shoving them out the door. 

“What do you want?” you said crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Who the fuck was that?” Rafe yelled. I could tell they had been drinking, because I smelled the expensive liquor on them that I knew my dad would be pissed they drank. 

“Remember earlier when you said you owe me for not letting you get caught.” You said with puppy dog eyes. 

“Y/n, I don’t-” Rafe started, but you cut him off by saying “A deal is a deal, I helped you, now you help me. Don’t tell my brother, or anyone. Got it?” 

Rafe looked away as if he was thinking about what to say.

“Fine.” Rafe scoffed. 

“Be safe, and make good choices, Topper giggled out with his drunken state.” 

You cringed at his words and muttered out a “yeah whatever.” and shut your door. 

Your half-clothed boyfriend came out of hiding with a worried look. “It’s fine, I figured it out. I could’ve sworn my door was locked” you said while walking up to him. 

He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed the top of your head. “It's fine. Plus it was funny to watch you run around like a crazy woman.” He said brushing your hair away from your face. 

“Oh shut up.” You said while jokingly hitting his arm.” He laughed at your sarcasm and lowered himself to kiss you again. 

“Now, where were we.” 

[tranquil-space-ninja]

The Story (Sanders' Sides Human AU)

Ft. Platonic Moxiety, trans Roman, Imaginality (Remus x Patton), and Emciet (Janus x Emile)

Tw: suicide, homophobia, implied abuse, transphobia, f*g said, tra**y said, bullying, anorexia

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Patton stared at his phone. He had a shift at the office in a few minutes, but he couldn't..... He didn't quite know what he couldn't do today, but he couldn't do it. He called in sick. Emile was very understanding. "Take as long as you need, Pat," he said. "Your mental health comes first."

"Thanks, Dr. Picani." He hung up and continued to stare at the message on his phone.

Unknown Number

Got ur number from Jan. How u doing?

It was him. After all these years, it was really him. And, paired with the fact that it was only a week till his brother's birthday.... The last two years of high school came rushing back.

Patton's phone chimed.

Ro's birthday is coming up.

Like Patton didn't compulsively write down the date in his calender every year. June 4. They would have been twenty-six.

I'm moving to ur area 4 work. I finally caught up 2 u.

Patton stared at his phone without really seeing the messages. Tears started to bluer his vision. He wiped them away, only for them to return with a vengeance. Finally, Patton just let himself sob, hoping to get everything out by the time Virgil got home.

***

Virgil waved to his friends as he walked to his front door. His dad's car was in the driveway, which was a surprise. Normally, he wouldn't be back until dinner. He slowly opened the door. "Dad," he asked. Patton gave Virgil a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Hey, kiddo! How was school?"

"Okay. How are you doing? Are you sick?"

"No, no, I'm fine. Just taking a mental health day. Sit down! I made popcorn. We can watch Black Cauldron."

Virgil sighed and sat down, leaning on Patton. Patton put part of his blanket around the teen and pulled him closer. He loved his son more than anything. He would not let Virgil go through the same things he did.

***

Just as Virgil was about to go to sleep, someone knocked on his door. "Come in," he called. Patton opened the door and gave him another fake smile. He sat down on the chair beside Virgil's desk.

"Can I tell you a story," Patton asked.

"I'm a little old for bedtime stories."

"Please? It's kinda boring, but.... I'll be quick. Please?" Virgil stared at his dad. He hated the desperate look in hs eyes. It was getting closer to June, which meant he'd grow quiet and a bit withdrawn. Maybe this was to preemptively make up for it?

"Sure." Virgil laid down and looked up at Patton.

"Thanks, Virge," he said with a slightly more real, relieved smile. "Let me tell you a story about six boys growing up in Florida."

***

Logan Crofters, Roman and Remus Ryan, Janus Pine, Emile Picani, and Patton Hart. They had been best friends since kindergarten. They were all inseparable. Things got worse in middle school when Roman came out as trans. His parents refused to let him transition or cut his hair, and the other kids were less than supportive. Remus let him wear his clothes, though, and his friends all defended him when they could. And they all survived until high school.

Fast foreward to sophmore year. Logan was on the fast track to becoming valedictorian. The other kids, in addition to whispering, "Fag," and, "Tranny," at them all in the halls, taunted Logan for his intelligence. Remus and Janus got into fights often to protect the others. Patton and Emile tried to keep the group's moral up. Logan and Roman always took it all harder than the others, but they had one teacher, Mr. Sanders, who let them eat lunch in his classroom and used Roman's proper pronouns. He even congratulated Patton and Remus when they started dating. He'd always pair up Janus and Emile for group projects, just to watch them flirt.

Patton, Roman, and Remus's parents passed around a petition to get him fired the next year. It was successful. That was the year everything fell apart.

Roman and Logan couldn't handle the pressure that came with the grades and the bullying. They always said they were fine, but....

One day, Logan quit his job at the library. Said it just wasn't worth it anymore. Roman stopped eating and always brushed his friends off when they begged him to try.

They died the same night. June 4, Roman's birthday. Roman overdosed on antidepressants. Janus, Remus, Emile, and Patton read his note over and over again.

Dear Friends,

I want to start by saying this isn't your fault. Remus, you were the most amazing, supportive brother anyone could ask for. Patton, Janus, Emile, Logan, you are all wonderful and perfect, and you all deserve the world. But.... I can't do this anymore. I can't live in this body one more day or hear someone call me Rachel one more time. I just can't do it. I love you all so much. Please don't dwell on this for too long. I want you all to be happy, okay?

Mom, Dad, I'm sorry I couldn't be everything you wanted me to be. I wish I could have been as good a son as Remus was. I wish you could have loved me as much as he did.

And, Mr. Sanders, if you ever see this.... Thank you. For everything.

Adeiu, best of friends and best of men,

Roman

Logan hung himself. He didn't leave a note. His parents at least gave him a funeral. Roman's parents didn't care enough to even do that.

Luckily, Remus, Janus, Emile, and Patton had saved enough from their various jobs to have him cremated. Emile's parents insisted on helping out, which helped a lot.

The group burried Roman's urn just outside the cemetery where Logan rested. Luckily, his grave was at the edge of the gate so Roman's could be near his. Remus painted a large rock to use as a marker. They all stood by the small grave, Janus holding Emile and Patton and Remus squeezing each other's hands, until the sun rose.

Patton stayed with Remus after Janus and Emile left.

"I can't stay here anymore," Remus had whispered. "I can't stay with the people who killed my brother."

"I know," Patton whispered. "I hate our parents." He brushed back his bangs to show Remus a black eye and a bruised cheek. "If we save enough, we'll run away together," he promised. "We'll get Janus and Emile, and we'll all go to Massachusetts, and we'll get married." Remus nodded.

"I like that." He gently pulled Patton close, and they shared a long, sweet kiss.

Things didn't work out. Senior year was worse. Janus, Emile, Patton, and Remus were the gays who were friends with the two who killed themselves, and that's all anyone ever treated them as. Janus's parents took him and moved to Delaware. He and Emile stayed in touch for a few months before the lost contact. Janus and Patton still talked occasionally, though, even after high school. Emile, Patton, and Remus stuck together, but things would never be the same.

When senior year ended, Patton and Emile prepared to move to Massachusetts, but Remus wouldn't go.

"Please," Patton begged. "We found a cute apartment in Salem. We can start over. We can get jobs while Emile is at school. We can build our own lives. Please come with us." Remus shook his head.

"I can't," he said. "It's only been a year since they died. I just can't leave them yet." Patton hugged him tightly.

"Keep in touch," he asked. Remus nodded and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Over the next few years, Patton kept in touch with Remus. Every year, he said he would finally move in with him, and every year, he had an excuse not to. Eventually, they stopped talking as much, and when Patton changed his number, he forgot to tell Remus.

***

"He and Emile stayed together, though," Patton finished. "Patton became Emile's receptionist when he started practicing independently."

"What about Janus and Remus," Virgil asked.

"Janus is still in Delaware, and I guess Remus is with him." Virgil nodded. He wasn't an idiot. He knew Patton had just told him his life story. He just wasn't going to press any further than that. Maybe someday, Patton would tell him more, but it was almost the day his friends killed themselves. Patton needed time.

***

The next day, Patton went back to work. Larry and Dot were happy to see him. When their appointment was almost over, another patient entered the waiting room and walked up to Patton's desk. "Hey," he said, head tilted down. His voice was low and familiar.

"Hi! Do you have an appointment?"

"N-no. I just moved here and was hoping I could set one up."

"Okay.... Dr. Picani is with a patient right now, but-- Remus?" Remus was staring at Patton, a sad frown accepting his dull eyes. "L-like I was saying, Emile--"

"Why didn't you answer my texts?" Patton began to fiddle with a pen. "You could have just said you didn't want to see me. I get it. I probably remind you of Ro and Logan, and that's fine. I failed you and I put off moving even though I said I would, and I understand that you're mad, and it's okay. But--"

"I wanted to see you." Remus stared at Patton, who stared right back.

"What?"

"I wanted to see you, but I couldn't say it. It's just so close to Roman's birthday, and I didn't know what to do or what to tell my son--"

"You have a son?" Patton nodded, tears in his eyes.

"I adopted him five years ago. His name is Virgil. He's funny, he's dark, and strange and sarcastic, and I love him more than anything."

"Boyfriend or husband?"

"Single dad and rockin' it." Remus laughed despite the tears that were escaping his eyes. Patton laughed with him, also crying. "I'm sorry. For everything," he sobbed. Remus took his hand.

"Me too." And that's how Larry and Dot found them five minutes later.

Holding hands and crying, together again.

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[feisty-fae]

If you still do the flower ask thingys.. 👉👈 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙜𝙤 :)

HoooH boY hEre we gO-

Alisons: Sexuality?

I sexually identify as a can of beans

Amaranth: Pronouns/Gender?

Cis female she/her

Amaryllis: Birthday?

27 September

Anemone: Favorite flower?

All flowers pretty,, but stargazer lily, rose, dahlia and cherry blossoms

Angelonia: Favorite t.v. show?

I don't watch tv but I'll list some other stuff i like to watch:mha, beastars and aggretsuko

Arum-Lily: What’s the farthest you’d go for a stranger?

Idk depends on scenario??

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes?

"Kanye West he likes, fingers in his ass."

Aubrieta: Favorite drink?

Any Milkshakes or smoothies (mostly banana and strawberry for milkshake and p much anything for smoothie)

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

I've never had kith

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love?

Well you see yes but actually no

Baneberries: Favorite song?

I listen to a lot but to keep it short:baby in the kitchen, in my mouth and friends slowed (chase atlantic)

Basket of Gold: Describe your family.

We p chill fam

Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it?

Irl bestie,, shes not on tumblr lol

Begonia: Favorite color?

PinKKK

But i like most colours

Bellflower: Favorite animal?

Cats,,,,

FoxES,

ANYTHING CUDDLY AND CUTE

Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person?

Night

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be?

I'd be like a doggo bc it would be the most fun i think-

Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I wanted to be a vet but then when my granny asked me "but whos gonna clean up the animal poop?" I was like "eWW pO0pP!" and then decided that mayb i shouldn't be a vet

Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children?

They're either really kind and sweet

Or literal demons from hell

Legit no inbetween

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why?

I'm afraid of lot of things-

Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood.

I was one dumbass bitcg-

Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth?

Idk eat pizza and cry or smth ajakamkw

Buttercup: Relationship Status?

Single

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go?

NEW YORKKK, CONCRETE JUNGLE WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OFFF THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN'T DO NOW YOU'RE IN NEW YOOORKKK

Candytufts: When do you feel most loved?

When someone hugs me or just generally spends time with me

Canna: Do you have any tattoos?

Nop

Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings?

I used to have piercings when i was a bab but eHh haven't worn them since and i dont think my ear holes are big enough now-

California Poppy: Height?

4'10 grrr I'm the omega midget and I'll devour ur ankles

Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts?

Nop

Carnation: What are you currently wearing?

Pant, pink top and black hoodie

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight?

I think i have??

Chives: Who was the last person you hugged?

My mom and my dad

Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed?

I never kith

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font?

I dont have one so imma say sans bc it always looks out of place and makes me laugh-

Columbine: Are you tired?

No

I feel like screaming and jumping around my room like a crackhead

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to?

Nothing in particular ig

Coneflower: Dream job?

Smth kinda fun and art or design related hopefully,,,,

Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert?

Introvert but i also get lonley easily

Crocus: Have you ever been in love?

Nop,,,,

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about?

I would get run over by 5 monster trucks, jump off a plane, get mauled by 10 bears, get trampled on by a stampede, get brutally tortured for 12 hours straight, yeet myself into the Grand Canyon and then break all my bones with my bare hands if they weren't broken already

Ok basically i care a lot

Cyclamen: Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? What was it?

I had this st bernard plush called Sparky and this lion named Sammy,,

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign?

Libra

Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering?

My memory is legit so bad it's probably concerning uHHH

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment?

Mayb art??

Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)?

Ehhh i might reason with them and then if they still disagreed I'd just keep the relationship a secret

Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to?

My parents

False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at?

Ehhh arT

Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at?

EhhHh everything that isn't art-

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month?

Oh boy here comes my shitty memory-

Hmmm

Idk but I'm mostly happy that I've been more social and stuff and i feel like im kinda coming out of my shell a bit

Not sure what to say for other 2 bc nothing in particular has really happend?

Garden Cosmos: How was your day today?

Ehhh oK??

Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life?

Mayhapsn't

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two?

I hope to pass all my exams and get an okish job mayb

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?

1.fRIENBS ILY MY HABIBIS

2. Fammm

3. eHhh yummy food,,

4. Drawing and uhhh art

5. EPIC MUTUALS

6. Ok idk what else aside from like serious stuff like house and etc.-

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?

Drawing, crying, venting to a friend/parent

Hellebore: How do you show affection?

Hugssss,kith,cuddle, *draws u stuff*

Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of?

MmmmmMy aRRt?

Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day.

Wake up

Don't go to school

Vibe with friends

Sleeb

Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time?

MmMmMM aRT-

Hydrangea: How long have you known your best friend? How did you meet them?

Ehh 8yrs? We met in hell school

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything?

Friendos

Mom

Laceleaf: How many friends do you have?

6..?? Aa idk theres some people that idk if they'd consider me a friend or not,,

Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?

Idk any compliment is best compliment for me,,

Larkspur: What do you think of yourself?

Ew yucky gröss

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

m y a r t

Also my hair bc its soft and wavy,,

Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself?

Everything else-

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child?

Climb trees and do dumb shit

Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid?

Same irl bestie i mentioned before

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for?

MmmmmmMMM,,,

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?

MMMmMMmMMMMmmmMMm,,,,,,

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name?

Well I chose Fae bc i thought it sounded pretty

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it.

Idk what to rlly say lmao

Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up?

Kinda the same but i had toys everywhere-

Also when i was like 5 i had this legit fucking cursed thomas the tank engine shaped bed that i actually found a pic of but it's FUCKING HORRIFYING SO I PROBS WONT SHOW HERE-

Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years?

EW BEING A TEENAGER SUCKS ASS HOW DO I UNDO????

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom.

Hi mom ily ur epic

Onions: Tell about your dad.

Hi dad ily ur epic

Orchid: Tell about your grandparents.

Omg i miss my grannies sm bc i couldn't see em this year bc nasty pandemic

Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable?

Haha shit memory gor brrRR-

I don't really remember too many specific parties but when i was like 7-10 i had these epic parties in those birthday places with the giant play areas

I kinda wish i wasn't too old to go to them sobs

Peony: What was your first job?

I haven't had a job yet

Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)? If you’re not in a relationship, how did you meet your crush/how do you hope to meet your future partner(s), if you want any?

Hmmmm idk? I haven't really thought abt that but i don't really mind i just wanna find someone to vibe with,,

Pincushion: How do you deal with pain?

I cri

Pink: Where is home?

Home is home home

Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change?

Now where do i start...

Prairie Gentian: Who is someone you look up to? Describe them.

I look up to people that are kind, caring, brave, funny, cool or stronger than me ig?

Primrose: Describe your ideal life.

Basically my current life minus school, stress,pandemic and responsibilities lmao

Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child?

I used to believe in ghosts after i thought i encountered one

Ricinus: Who’s the most important in your life?

Hermmmst

Rose: What’s your favorite sound?

Peoples laughsss also music

Rosemallows: What’s your favorite memory?

Bro i dont have one,, my aphantasia makes it hard for me to remember stuff-

Sage: What’s your least favorite memory?

A

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?

I wantttt better chargersss thattt donttt telll meee thatt myyy tablett will finishh chargingg innn 1 dayy andd 7 hoursss

St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things?

Kinda difficult but im opening up more

Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without?

fRIENDS,,,,,wAh

Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night?

8 hrs

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning?

Idk ig i kinda have to go to school and do stuff

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job?

Non existant

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing?

My black and white stripy top, and all my hoodiess

Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.

I don't think i have just one aesthetic bc im drawn to so many different aesthetics at the same time-

Like vintage, neon, dark, spoopy, pastel, cute, etc etc

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you?

OMG I LEGIT JUST SCREAM AT ANYTHING ANYONE GIVES ME-

IF SOMEONE GOES OUT OF THEIR WAY TO MAKE ME SMTH I CRY,,

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now?

🤏

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called?

I haven't been reading anythinggg

But i should really finish reading Percy Jackson bc it do be picking up dust-

Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year?

Everywhere

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is?

Mmm yummy 👅

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.

I am currently living and breathing yes

[sarasfm]

Sarauniya “ Sara ” Davies, 24, pansexual, cisfemale, ISFP Enneagram 9w1; Pisces sun, Sagittarius moon, Pisces rising 1st year Advanced Encryption Major; did not go to a spy prep hs

Imma keep it real with you, chief, I have absolutely no idea what’s going on. I mean, obviously, I know what espionage is ; I’ve read books and articles, and I’ve seen Spy Kids and all the Charlies Angels and James Bond movies, but I genuinely think I need a minute to wrap my head around everything. Make that two weeks, because what’s this I hear about two murders ?  I literally just got sent here to be safe, I — I’m sorry, I’m freaking out. Give me five seconds, and we can start again, because I promise I can totally pretend this is all normal. @gallagherintro​

full name: sarauniya “ sara ” davies

dormitory room: 105

birthday: 20 march 1995

soundtrack: “ go gina ” by sza

favorite dish: efo riro

aesthetic:  when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of light reflecting from her earrings, eyeglasses perched on top of her head, and a caviar iphone always in her hands

Bio Points

her mom’s a nigerian baddie billionaire & her dad’s a soft academic brit

she grew up between london and abuja where their family’s business is based. it’s a trading enterprise, the largest industrial conglomerate in sub-saharan africa

she’s the eldest of three siblings, was raised to be prim & proper and groomed to run their family’s business. her family’s not pushy though and they’re really cool. very healthy dynamic so she doesn’t mind ; she loves her fam and would do it w a smile !

Coding is her Passion though. total dork. stayed up all the time just sleuthing and being an internet geek since she was a youngin’

loves education and is the type who would willingly stay in school to learn. has a degree in economics from harvard and was almost done with her mba when her littlest sister got abducted !  was it about business ? money ? who knows ! the sister’s fine now but her family sure is Scared especially since sara’s alone in the big bad united states

her mom made some calls and went “ gimbiya, look, u aint safe n we sorry. we’ll work something out to make sure u get ur mba degree somehow but shit is wild so we gotta get u somewhere near that’s safe asap. u like studying & ur a geek with computers right ? cool beans, go back to school & welcome to gallagher, babe ”

she enters gallagher in the middle of the spring semester very overwhelmed & inwardly ignoring how unhappy she is about having to be here bc she is not & does not want to be a spy. she just tryna distract herself by looking at this entire thing as a weird vacation where she can do stuff she wasn’t able to before because it’s literally detached from the world. she is mostly probably in way over her head, but let’s see ! 

Other Information

Nicknames: Sara (to everyone), gimbiya (to family, means princess in Hausa)

Languages: English (native), Hausa (native), Arabic (C1), French (B2)

Strengths: is money a strength ? also coding. and being the sweetest. and a general smartypants but that’s in a university setting & gallagher probably doesnt give a fuck

Relationship History: only has one (1) experience. ( well,,, 2 if a three-second drunken kiss w kass counts ) his name’s royce and they’ve known each other since their bougie secondary school back in britain. started dating at sixteen and went to harvard together. they’re long term as fuck. he’s like her best friend and their families adore the couple & each other. got engaged last september and sara broke it off before leaving for gallagher, oof. she deadass milked the opportunity but lbr she wasnt rlly Feeling It so she’s kinda glad for the ‘valid reason’ to appear bc it rlly wasn’t Love for sara so boy bye

Physical appearance: 1.76m, 55kg, long black hair, slim and toned build

Classes: GEN 105, GEN 206, AE 101, AT 101, PE 101

Personality

the sweetest. v charming & sensitive to others & curious about things. enthusiastic too ! loves adventures & is very passionate. queen of empathy. 

she’s not stuck up even tho she loaded. she doesnt rlly talk abt her family having 12B or the fact that she’s an ivy league girl, bc she’s just generally very uwu 

easily stressed and flustered and overwhelmed ! man, gallagher’s gonna shook this goddamn academic dork to her core for the love of god someone pls get the aed ready

rlly fun !!! can be a lil unpredictable bc it b lyk dat for rich girls. loves her independence which she hasn’t maximized bc of her ex fiancé & responsibilities but it’s chill so chill totally chill, no ounce of further longing exists in the crevices of this girl’s heart

she is so not good with confrontation and is so allergic to conflict ok. she will sweep discomfort under a rug and lie on it ‘til it’s flat which makes her a queen of repression & conforming

is she easily overwhelmed & stressed ? yes, but she’ll try not to show it so much. it’s all mostly an internal monologue so don’t underestimate her pls. she’s v smart and competent. can be so competitive ( albeit mostly inwardly ) and a boss ass business bitch like her business momma bc that’s what she’s been training for altho she is still generally a soft bab so ... yeah, if u would be so kind as to Estimate her, that’d be grand

she needs to always be on top of her game. maybe not the best in the class, but definitely pushes herself to be her best, so a lot of late nights studying & won’t settle for bad grades ever. gonna be rough in gallagher bc she is not spy material ok, she’s just a pretty rich geek behind a computer

just imagine her as the nice girl in ur ap classes who’s a lil awkward & just so happens to be super hot & stinking rich

Fun Facts

has a six-month old rescue pup named sooty ! who kinda looks like a sheparnese

has a tendency to ramble if she’s comfy w u enough or mayhaps if it’s too much man 

is v diligent w keeping a journal & does it everyday 

likes to dance ! not super good but she likes it. hits da clubs for dat shit 

is a lil instagram famous bc she’s a gorgeous rich harvard girl & all that jazz. queen of selfies & of looking hot but doesn’t actually get to play around rip ffff 

doesn’t drink much bc she is an extreme lightweight and 2 is her tap out limit

if she’s had more than 2 drinks, she is Very Honest but still very ramble-y 

she is physically active but mostly just runs and does yoga. knows very basic self-defense. is not sporty, definitely not a fighter, may god have mercy on her soul

isnt a virgin but is not sexually experienced lmao lbr she kinda Itching to get out there 

don’t ask me what her accent is because i have no clue it’s all over the place

Established Connections — just bc i think y’all would like to know

kassandra sutton — internet friends ! loves kass to bits. have known each other since sara was 14. when kass was 18, sara took her on a grad trip to montreal and became a lil lowkey into her. doesn’t help that kass drunk kissed her & doesn’t remember lmfao. poor sara told her then-bf & they had a lil fight but they made up bc sara didn’t talk to kass for months. eventually they became friends again & now sara’s in gallagher w no idea that kass is a mf sutton & honestly, my girl is just very shook w everything 

Possible Connections

crushes — she does not know how to flirt. she is ,,,, p pathetic tbh but a real heckin cutie. will be super nice to ur bab ok  

flirtationships — sara and i r gonna continue to keep it real w u chieves, her ex fiancé royce was vanilla and bland as fuck. can u believe she has not been single in a decade ? ? someone give her love & attention & fluster this soft innocent child. get her Experienced but also dont hurt her

enemies/angst !!! —  or maybe do ! maybe hurt her. maybe obliterate her. maybe smash her poor heart to pieces, because tbh i would love that.  so someone pls for the love all things holy and divine, someone hurt her !!!!

fwb — probably just one (1) bc she’s still a romantic ? and she’s probably gonna want something exclusive even if it’s no strings attached and will surely want to ,.,. get to know them a little bit more first ,,, at least ideally , idk , maybe impulse & thirst gets the better of her one of these days who knows lets find out !

friends !!! — sara will love u ok. she may be a lil easily flustered but she’s doesn’t rlly give up on ppl quickly. as i’ve said, queen of empathy. probs feels v sorry for majority of the gallagher & georgetown kids bc, .,.,., this environment just screams highkey Trauma to her and she’s valid bc she’s right

mentors !!! — she hates feeling dumb ok she Always has to be on top of her game, so u can bet ur ass after her first meetings in her classes she goes to ppl going “ hey could u help me out w working out ? boxing ? firing a gun ? literally everything & anything ? ”   

anything & everything — meaning just come @ me & let’s talk about it uwu 

( did i just create georgina’s antithesis ? fuck yes, and i am sooo excited to have a child that’s not always plotting & scheming & being mean like y’all have no idea ;_; nywy, that was long bc shutting up and brevity are things i do not possess. whats up it’s ur og flower garden girl rose here aka bugleweed aka fiancée of many and lover of all, and i am open to anything and everything ! just drop an IM or hit dat like & ill slide in ur dmz w love, plots & sanitized hands x )

[artisticestheticreads]

CONNECTED

~In this chapter, Erik & Maya decide to enjoy each other’s company by having lunch. We get a closer look into their budding relationship. I’m going to try a writing technique I haven’t done in a while. Inspired by the ‘Daniel Caesar Channel’ on Pandora so if you really wanna set the tone this will help.

Warning: Contains a little fluff and some smutty thoughts with innuendos.

FOUR

ERIK

 It was the day. The day that I counted down to; lunch with a vision like Maya Symone. I stepped out the shower to prepare, washed my face and brushed my pearly whites. I wore my dreads slicked back with natural pomade and trimmed my beard with a pair of clippers; I was looking sharp as hell. I went into my bedroom to the closet to find something to wear; a plain white long-sleeved tee, acid wash jeans with come freshly polished combat boots I’ve since my navy days. I slipped on my beads, gold ankh chain and was on the way to pick up Maya in my used black 2008 Cadillac CTS. The night before, I got to talk to her for hours about anything. She was so chill, serene. She wasn’t like anything or anyone that I can imagine. Her voice was so chill and surreal that it seemed as if I met the woman of my dreams in the flesh.

 I finally pulled up to her apartment building and stepped out to stand by the passenger side so I can get the door for her like a real man should; I texted her to let her know that I was out. That is when I saw her. She had on a pair of jean shorts with a red sweatshirt and some black Chuck Taylors. Her hair was in a low style, topped with a bowl hat fedora and her glossed lips curved up. I walked slowly up on to the curve. “Hello, Miss Maya.”

MAYA SYMONE

    Erik stood there looking at me with a brow rose to his hairline. “Hello, Mr. Erik. You look nice.” Nice was an understatement. He was ripped, charming and can make any sista melt. When he smiled, I had to smirk. “Thank you. You look great. What did you have a taste for? Today is all about you.” Smooth sone of a bitch. “Well, how about sushi? I haven’t had it in a while.” He nodded and opened the door for me. Once I got in, he shut my door and made his way to his side. I couldn’t help but watch him. Just the swagger in his walk made him even more irresistible than the night we met. He stopped to let a car pass before letting in his car. He settled in, buckling his seatbelt, and turning his car on. 

  “Do you have a music preference?” I shook my head and he turned on the Daniel Ceasar radio through Bluetooth in his car; Lately by Russ played. I moved my head to the beat and he did the same when we pulled off. “So, Erik. What made you want to go to lunch so quick?” He only paid attention to the road. “Why you ask?” I kept it real. “Because men usually like to make women wait for weeks on in before wanting to see them. The only time they wanna see a woman this quick is when they want something.” Erik looked over at me and said “well, I’m not that type. I can’t speak for them but I know better. I just liked your company. I got a nice vibe from you, Maya.”

ERIK

  I looked back to the road leaving her speechless. She didn’t know a man like me would be straight forward. “So, Maya. Tell me about yourself. Are you actually from here?” She looked over at me and ahead. “I was born here but my folks were from Michigan. We moved around a lot since my dad was in the service but when he retired we all stayed here. What about you?”

“Me? Eh, I was born in Oakland. Pops was a...” I had to think. What can I say that wasn’t the truth but not a lie either. “My dad was a leader. He raised hope & awareness for our people. He was basically like a modern Black Panther.” Maya kept her eyes on me, like if she was trying to read me. “You said was. Is he not here anymore?” I kept my eyes on the road but shook my head and stayed quiet. Losing my dad was a very hard feeling. Something I can never get over. Hopping from one home to another, put a toll on me. Especially with not being able to contact my mother. I had no idea what had happen to her until I was sixteen. 

  “I lost my mother” was all I heard from my right. Maya looked straight ahead but still talked. “When I was fourteen, she was sick from cancer. Ovarian cancer to be exact. It was painful to see her like that. Just to see a woman like that hurt me a lot.” My eyes were still on the road as I tried to hold the tears back. “I’m sorry, Maya. Must’ve been hard.” My right arm was on the armrest, alone, Until I felt a set of fingers intertwine mine. “Me too, Erik. Me too.”

MAYA SYMONE

   We finally arrived at the sushi bar On Hollywood Blvd. We decided to sit outside on the stools to enjoy the sun and breeze. I sipped from my green tea lemonade when I noticed Erik peeking at me from his peripheral. “Yes, Mr. Stevens”, I asked and heard him chuckle. “Nothing. Just enjoying the view. So, when did you start writing?” He sipped from his cup when I replied. “Hmmm, I would have to say back in high school. It helped with the loss of my mom. My dad bought me a journal to write my emotions down and what not. I was awful at expressing myself ever since I was younger. He thought it would help.” I started to make circles in my drink with my straw as he watched. I looked over at him and asked: “wanna play a game?” 

“What kind of game?”

“Just a game so we can get to know each other more.” He raised his brow so I began to start. “First question, if you can go back in time and meet any historical figure, who would it be and why?” He tapped his fingers on the on oakwood table and said “easy, Huey P. Newton. Not only did he lead our people in a revolution but he also stood for us through anything.” I nodded and said “this might be a hard one but I actually would want to meet my great great grandmother on my dad’s side. She was a fully African woman from Kenya. Birthed over fifteen children, grandmother to eighteen and great grandmother to a lot. She was a sculptor who usually showed emotion through her work. My grandma has told me that her grandmother was known to be a crazy woman but to the family, she was just different.” I looked over at Erik and I saw was a smile. “Good answer. My turn?”

ERIK

  She bit her lip at me with a smile and I couldn’t help but look in her hazel eyes. “Kiss, Marry or Kill; Denzel, Idris or Me?” I leaned on my right hand and flashed a big old smile making her laugh. “C’ mon, Erik. That ain’t fair.”

“Why it ain’t?” She looked at me with a smirk and rolled her eyes. “Alright fine. Kill Denzel..” She looked at me with a lip bite and continue. “Kiss you and Marry Idris.” I covered my heart pretending to be hurt. “You wouldn’t marry me? Awe man that hurts me. Dang...” She wiped my pretend tear and said: “at least I didn’t say kill you instead.” I looked down at her and took her hand, caressing it with my thumb. “I guess so.” She looked at me and said, “my turn. What do you wanna do with yourself? Like you mentioned that you are the assistant to a teacher. Did you wanna do more that?” I looked over at her and was in deep thought. “To be honest, I never thought about it. Not sure what to do. When I came back overseas. I was just looking for something to help pay bills. But for as long as I’ve done it, I enjoy it. Maybe, I’ll teach.”

  The waiter finally came with our big buddha roll and steamed rice with sauce on the side. “I can actually see you as a teacher. Like the teacher that all the single moms want a conference with after school.” I bit into my roll and chuckled. “Maybe. Would you want a conference with me?”

MAYA SYMONE

  When he said that I looked over at him with a smirk on his face and little sauce on his lip. I got a napkin to wipe his mouth for him and couldn't help but look at his full lips. So delicious looking. I stared into his eyes as I still wiped his mouth. His eyes were an amazing chocolate shade and his lashes were long and full. The last time I was this close to a man, it changed me for who I am today. I placed the napkin down and grabbed another roll to place in my mouth. “You alright, Maya?” I was so deep in thought that he must’ve noticed. “I’m good” I smiled with a grin and he placed his hand my lower back as he kept eating. 

LATER THAT DAY

   We pulled up to my home afterward and he stood in front of me, leaning on the car. “Thank you for lunch. I enjoyed it.” He nodded and said “don’t mention it. It was nice to see you again. I was wondering what you were doing tomorrow night.” I held my hands in front of me and shook my head. “Wanna go for dinner? I know this French place downtown that just opened. Supposed to be nice. Want to join me?” 

   “Sure. What time do you wanna pick me?” He stood and walked over, towering me. “I met reservations for eight.” I looked up to him confused. When did you make those?”

“This morning.”

“What if I said no”, I folded my arms and he said “if you did say no then I would be in there all in my lonesome. You wouldn’t want that on your mind, would you?” Damn, he got me.  “Fine. You can ring u and I’ll let you tomorrow night so you won’t wait out here by your ‘lonesome.’“ He covered his mouth to laugh and said “Ok. Which number are you?”

“2F. When you get off the elevator, you are going to make right and I’ll be three doors down on your right.” He looked at me and got closer, caressing my cheek. “I would lie to Facetime tomorrow morning. Is that okay with you?” I nodded before he placed a kiss on my cheek while held his other hand. “I’ll be waiting, young man.” He let my hand go and made my way to my door. I waved back at him and he did the same before getting his ride and driving back. Once I got to my place, I soon got a text that read:

Good night, beautiful. Can’t wait to see you.

  I slipped out my shoes, jean shorts and hat, lied down and smile to myself looking up at my painting of sunflowers. Maybe he is different, I thought to myself before falling asleep.

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Ok, I have the next chapter finished. Just have to add gifs, pics and edit. It’ll be about Maya’s past and how she became the woman she is today. The chapter is more graphic and involves a lot of sexual situations so be prepared.

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[shoutingforbnha]

Hii!! Can I request a hanahaki disease au with Todoroki and his S/O (omg I’m praying that I’m doing this right, I don’t really know how to use Tumblr xD) have a nice day! uwu

Hey there! I didn’t know if i should write it angsty or fluffy so I went with angst, and it’s my first time doing so! I hope I did great, I (obviously) enjoyed writing this because it contains 2,086 words, LMAO! It’s my finals week but I just can’t stop myself from writing, so here you go!

Note: I know in the gif it shows his mom (if I’m correct) but just imagine yourself in her place.

You love him.

He loves you.

You don’t know.

He doesn’t know.

“Todoroki! Good morning,” you smiled at him. Todoroki slightly smiled back, not bothering to talk. He felt his chest tightening, he could feel the petals piling up. That’s when he suddenly ran away, leaving you alone with a few minutes before class.

“Huh, maybe he forgot something?”

Todoroki was standing outside of the indoor campus of U.A., coughing up petals of flowers. “Why do I love her so much?” he choked out.

He had the hanahaki disease for over a year now, and it began when he was 14, back at his old school with you. He’s curious as to why he hasn’t died yet. Why haven’t the roots started to grow in his lungs? Not like he wanted it to happen, there was just something… off.

You walked to the classroom, in hopes of your teacher, Aizawa, not being earlier than you. You were now seated in your chair, and you looked to your side, Todoroki not in sight.

You weren’t able to focus on homeroom until Todoroki arrived together with Momo. Your chest tightened, making you whimper quietly. When Todoroki and Momo were able to seat in their chairs, you raised your hand to be excused.

Aizawa rose a brow as he looked at you, curious of what you were about to say until he saw your pained expression. Nodding, you ran out of the classroom.

“Aizawa-sensei, what was that about?” Iida asked.

“None of your business, kid.”

You ran to the washroom, the petals in your lungs wishing for escape. Tears welled up in your eyes as they started to creep up your throat.

Slamming the door of a cubicle close, you immediately knelt over the toilet bowl and started coughing out the petals. You felt every petal climb your throat, only to be vomited out by you.

The petals floated on the water, blood here and there. Your condition was getting worse as each day passes by, you were sure you’re about to die within the year.

You can remember your conversation with your parents last night so vividly, the scene replaying in your head.

“(Y/N), you need to have the surgery!” your mother pleaded. “I said no already, okay?!” tears starting to stream down your face.

“I did not raise you up this long just for you to die! You only have months till your lungs give up!” your father finally broke his silence. “Haven’t you heard what the doctors said? I will lose my feelings!” you motioned to your heart as you said each word heavily.

“But you’d still be breathing, don’t you see that?” your mother cried. “You’d still be living long enough to find someone else. (Y/N), just take the damn surgery,” your father sighed, his forehead wrinkling.

“Wrong.”

“I’d be alive but I won’t be living,” you started. Your parents fell silent on this. “How can I love someone else with my feelings gone? The world doesn’t run on miracles, mom, dad,” you cried, smiling to ignore the pain.

Calming down after a few, you sniffed a little before continuing. “Besides, there’s a law now. You can’t force someone to take the surgery even when they’re on their deathbed,” you bitterly smiled.

“Please, don’t do this to us–” your mother cried. “I was born human, and I want to die human, mom,” you interrupted. “Then so be it, let’s not force her anymore, love,” tears welled up in your father’s eyes. “Let’s just make her last moments memorable.”

You suddenly heard a knock on the door of the cubicle, making you straighten up. You fixed your blouse a bit and then flushed the toilet before opening the door.

It was Uraraka.

“U–Uraraka–chan, why are you here?” you asked. “I thought something happened to you,” the worry evident on her face. “Thanks for the concern, but really, I’m okay,” you tried to smile.

“You don’t have to smile like that, (Y/N)–chan,” she blurted out. This shocked you as your eyes slightly widened, the smile dropping from your face. “I understand how you feel, don’t tire yourself out more by smiling when you know you’re not happy,” she slightly smiled, patting you on the shoulders.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Uraraka–chan.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she smiled.

You sat back in your chair, Todoroki immediately asking about why you excused yourself. “What happened?”

“Nothing important,” you waved the question off.

The day went on as usual, but this time, your visits to the washroom became alarmingly more frequent.

You went home with a bitter smile on your face, you knew death was coming for you. You went straight to your room, not even bothering to announce that you were home.

“Hey, mom, dad, let’s go to the amusement park this weekend?” you brought up during dinner. The two looked at each other, an expression on their face that can’t be explained. “Of course, honey.”

The weekend soon followed, the 3 of you going to the amusement park as planned. The last time you went here was when you were 12 years old, together with Todoroki. The first time you coughed up your first petals.

You avoided the place and the topic itself like the plague, not wanting to recall your first petals.

The day you spent with your parents was the very epitome of bittersweet. The thrill of the rides momentarily distracted the 3 of you from the fact that you were about to die sooner or later. But whenever everyone took a rest by sitting on a bench, the reality soon dawned upon once again.

You, their only child, was about to die soon. And they can’t do anything about it. It wasn’t only enough to crush your parents’ hearts, but their souls as well.

You were reporting in front of the class, it was part of your grades for a subject called Health. And as much as it pained you, you were tasked to report about the Hanahaki disease.

“The Hanahaki disease. It is a common disease, usually happening in 1 out of 15 people. It occurs when a person’s feelings are not being returned by the person they like,” you briefly looked at Todoroki before continuing,”It causes the patient to cough up flowers– usually vomit them out. This is caused by the tumor that has formed in the patient’s lungs, continuously forming flowers out of the seeds they secrete.”

“The disease can be treated through surgery but that means the patient loses all of their emotions–” you said before losing consciousness, falling on the ground. “Call the ambulance and Recovery Girl! Quickly!” your teacher shouted, coming to your aid.

Blood was pooling in your mouth and so did the petals. That’s when everyone, except Uraraka, suddenly knew. You had Hanahaki all this time and they never knew.

Guilt was eating Todoroki up to his very core as he sat by your side, doing everything he can to stabilize your condition. He had the same disease, but same or not, he didn’t even try to open up about it to you.

Midoriya came in rushing, holding Recovery Girl in his arms.

“I was only able to make her lungs’ cells grow around the roots. But sooner or later, the roots will come back and the tumor itself needs to be removed.” Recovery Girl told the medics that came with the ambulance.

You were loaded up to the ambulance, and all Recovery Girl and Midoriya could do were watch the van drive away with its sirens on.

So many machines were attached to you as you lied on a bed, whirring and whatnot just to keep you alive. The surgeons weren’t able to remove the tumor or else they would be violating your rights, so they were able to temporarily cover the holes your lungs accumulated from the roots.

Your mother was crying nonstop, she can feel that you would die in just a few days. Your father, on the other hand, tried his best to console and comfort your mother.

“Hey,” your voice croaked as you woke up. “Hey, sweet cheeks,” your mother tried to laugh. “Don’t cry mom,” you said. “How can I not? Yo–you’re about to die and I can’t do anything about it,” your mother started to cry.

Your father was silent, just side-hugging your mother as she cried. “How do you feel?” he asked. “Not the best,” you chuckled. He smiled slightly, but it’s evident that your father was crying not so long ago.

Then, a knock on the door was heard. It was Uraraka and the whole class, but someone was missing.

“(Y/N)–chan, I-I don’t know what to say,” Uraraka said. “It’s okay, Uraraka–chan. And guys, you didn’t have to come all the way here,” you smiled. “We’re a family, remember?” Midoriya smiled.

After two days, Todoroki was finally able to visit. Your lungs have deteriorated so much, up to the point that you can’t handle any more surgeries. The roots keep on coming back, it was pointless to repatch your lungs’ holes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, holding your hand. “How would I? It’s hard to open up about it,” your voice croaked. He winced as he saw you cough, a petal coming out.

“Look, I have something to tell you,” he started. “Go on,” you nodded. “I also have hanahaki.”

“You have to confess to them while you still can, Todoroki,” you smiled sadly. “(Y/N), please, get your tumor removed.” he pleaded, avoiding the topic. “I don’t want to lose my emotions,” tears welled up in your eyes.

“Do you know how hard life will be when I can’t laugh? When I can’t cry? When I can’t love? Do you?” tears started to stream down your face. Todoroki fell silent.

He had to do it now, it’s now or never.

As he wiped away the tears on your face with his thumb, he said, “I still have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I love you, (Y/N). I really do. You’re the person I loved all this time.”

Smiling, you replied, “I love you, too, Todoroki.”

His eyes widened in shock as he made eye contact with you. “I know, Todoroki. Our timing sucks, doesn’t it?” you bitterly chuckled.

“Since when did you have hanahaki?” he asked. “Since the first time we went to the amusement park that was just near when we were 12.”

“Why? How did you like me back then?” he rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand, waiting for an answer. And so were your parents.

“I loved the way you felt free with me, how you can laugh when I was the only person around,” you smiled.

“What about you?” you asked.

“Last year. It just happened, I suddenly realized I loved you,” he chuckled.

You wanted to say something back but you suddenly had a violent coughing fit. Blood was trickling down your chin and the petals never stopped from coming out of your mouth.

You both knew you loved each other but once hanahaki has worsened so much, its effects are irreversible. Your parents called staff to help you, but they both and the staff knew that this was it.

“(Y/N), don’t leave me, please,” Todoroki begged. Tears were slowly streaming down his face, but he knew nothing can be done to help you.

“Mom, I’m sorry for being so stubborn,” you managed to choke out.

“Dad, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to approach you much as a daughter, but you both know I love you guys, right?” your parents nodded, your mother cried into your father’s chest.

“Todoroki,” you coughed. “I love you but forget about me. Don’t let me haunt your life, please.”

“You’re the best thing that happened to me, don’t say that,” Todoroki smiled through the tears as his hold on your hand tightened. “I love you,” you gasped, it was getting hard for you to breathe.

“I love you, so, so much,” he cried onto your hand, trying to look away from reality.

You gave out one last breath and your hand fell limp against his grasp. Your eyelids fell to a close. The sound of the flatline beep soon followed after.

Todoroki felt all his regrets hit him like a tidal wave when he heard the flatline. Your father tried to comfort your mom who was wailing in pain after witnessing her only child die.

What if I didn’t hesitate? Maybe she’d still be alive right now.

[pumpkinscreams]

Blue Truck (Reddie)

Hey! I have nothing to say! This took a long time and i like it? It’s kinda diff btw, and it has a make out session...just letting u kno:)

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Richie placed the tape into the car with one of his nimble hands, another one on the wheel. “Hey! Why’d you put my tape in!”

Eddie whined as he looked at the cupholder that the mixtape once was. Richie shrugged and pressed play. The car started playing a high volume final countdown, he nodded in approval to Eddie’s music choice, and threw the case back at the small boy, it almost falling out the open car window, open to the sunset air.

“Argh! Richie!!!” He dragged his word’s some more as he half caught the tape in a mix of flailing hands.

“Eds, we always listen to my music, I thought you would find the change refreshing!” Richie said as he grabbed a cigarette from his shirt pocket. And turned on the car cig light. Eddie was about to respond but rolled his eyes and put the tape back in his bag, melting back into his seat.

The boys were 16 now. A lot was different since those many years ago. The gang was still friends, pretty much. Bev moved and only came on holidays, they didn’t see Mike at school so he didn’t hang with the gang as often. Ben loved his books, and too busy writing to his new girlfriend Beverly. Ever since the battle, Stan had been way to distant from the other boys, and Bill was to busy withmwriting. Richie and Eds were the only ones that really stayed friends. I mean, it would help that they kissed a couple times. They were basically a couple, they would go on dates, always leave with a quick, goodbye kiss, casual, like they were the two most casual people in the world. They would get each other gifts, whenever Eddie was anxious these days, he always held Richie’s hand instead of going for his inhaler that he ditched before freshman year. And whenever Richie pulled for a cigarette, (which was a nasty habit he picked up from his dad) he always thought of Eddie, telling him how bad it was, how many germs there were and what it would do to his body due time. He looked over Eddie, who was singing out Final Countdown with Richie’s nirvana hoodie on with a pair of light wash jeans, which Richie gave the smaller boy to borrow after one particularly chilly autumn day, but now had become Eddies go to sweater. It was so big on the small boy that it almost went to his knees, and the sleeves hid his hands from the chilly autumn breeze blowing through the car windows. Eddie was observing the falling sun his eyes full of wonder.

Richies heart was filled. This little shit actually made him feel happy. He reluctantly turned off the cig light and tossed the cigarette out the window. But the only doubt the lanky teen had was, that they never gave themself a label. He tried,

“You're my little boy toy, how bout it Eds?”

“Beep Beep Richie!”

But he could never say really what he wanted to say. Just then the song changed, even though it was the first couple of notes, the two teens knew exactly what song was gonna play . Richie’s wicked smile widened as Eddie’s eyes descended into deeper and deeper despair, his face turning pink in embarrassment.

“Rich, turn it off right now!!”

I come home in the morning light

My mother says when you gonna live your life right

“Richieeeee! Pleaasee!”

Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones

And girls they wanna have fun

Richie started laughing so obnoxiously. He kept trying to say some joke about the song, but he was interrupting himself with laughs.

“Shut up. Shut up” Eddie kept repeating every time Richie laughed. He slumped into his seat, the hood going over his head and basically covering his face. Richies stomach was starting to ach from laughing so hard, he pulled the blue truck over on the ghost road. He turned up the volume and started singing along. Hands in the air.

That's all they really want

Some fun

When the working day is done

Oh girls, they wanna have fun

Oh girls just wan-

Eddie jabbed the radio and managed to pause the song.

“You’re not funny Richie” He furrowed his brow and, crossed his arms.

“Oh come on baby, I love it!” He smiled so wide he thought his face would split

“Richi-”

“I can just imagine you listening to it in your room, only some undies, and jumping on your bed!” Richie enthusiastically says (While thinking that that would be amazing to witness) as he grabs Eddie’s shoulder, swaying him, only for Eddie to wiggle out and find himself sitting on his knees. They were on a dirt path to nowhere. This was the two’s favourite thing to do. Just drive and talk, Eddie finds it as a refreshing change, when he’s not being harassed for his music choices.

“Beep beep Richie!” Eddie said as he climbed to the back seats of the car.

“Eds, what the fuck are you doing?” Richie moaned as he tried to not get hit by some flailing leg of the smaller teen who wasn’t the most elegant guy.

“Don’t call me Eds, and if you keep being an asshat, I’ll sit in the back.” He stubbornly said as he sat in the seat furthest from the taller boy in a big jean jacket, black skinny jeans and a Guns n roses t-shirt.

“Eddie,”

Richie corrected himself.

“Why would this be punishment? Now the bitching and moaning is a lot quieter” He said as he turned his whole body, legs on the back seat and back on the wheel.

“Well, after these hangouts, you always give me a goodnight kiss. And now it’s a Hell of a lot harder Tozier!” Eddie said originally as a retort, not completely thinking it through. The car went silent. The two never really addressed the tension. If they kissed, they wouldn’t dare talk about it. It was just them, interacting.

“Say goodnight to your mom for me Eds!”

“Shut up Rich!”

A small peck from Richie to the boy

“Goodnight Richie.” Eddie would say through a mask of blush as he opened the car door.

And that was it. A gesture. Just part of their routine. Neither would dare mention it.

Until now.

“You’re saying I don’t like a challenge, Kaspbrack?” Richie said, breaking the silence. Causing him to blush an ambitious red. Sitting on his converse covered feet.

“I didn’t want to put my playlist on anyways! It’s your fault!” Eddie said with a bit of seriousness, he hated when Richie made fun of his feminine behaviour, but he also secretly loved to annoy the boy as much he did him. He furrowed his brow again and crossed his arms, looking at the much taller teen. Richie got up from his sitting position and half crawled into the backseat of the truck. He failed halfway and ended up falling onto the seats hitting his head with a grunt on the car door and his legs almost kicking Eddie.

Richie started laughing at his own hilarious tumble but Eddie’s anxiously felt different.

“Shit Richie, Are you ok?” Eddie said as he sat right in front of the boys stomach.

“Jeez, I’m ok” Richie said as he sat up, holding the tender part with a chuckle.

“No you’re not, here, let me feel it.” Eddie said with a furrowed brow.

“Damn Eds, at least buy me dinner first”

“Shut up. You’re moving too much.” Eddie spoke as he was feeling around the boys curly locks for a bump.

“That’s not what your mom said last-” He was interrupted by his own hiss of pain. Eddie found the bruised part of the boys head. Eddie immediately moved his hand down to stop the pain, leaving it in the curve of the boys boney neck.

“It’s just a bruise, you’ll be fine” Eddie said, realizing how close the two were, and Eddie basically on Richie’s lap.

“No shit Eddie spaghetti!” Richie said, ruining the moment. Just as Eddie was about to Roll his eyes Richie grabbed the small boys face.

Richie kissed Eddie.

Eddie at first lifted his hands and widened his eyes, in shock that Richie was actually doing something the boy dreamed of doing since they were kids. His whole body was full of love for the boy colliding faces with him, the boy that he’s slowly fallen in love with wanted him.

Him.

He slid his hands back at the boys warm neck. His eyes drifting closed, melting into the kiss. Richie tugged the boy closer to him by sliding his hand around his waist. He never realized how damn cold Eddie was. His sweaty palms cooling off. Eddie was really going at this, Richie was concerned he would have bruising on his head and lips. Eddie finally moved his legs over Richies to actually be straddling the taller boy in this battle of dominance. They stopped for a quick breath of air. The two boys were panting, looking at each other through the fog of Richie’s glasses, both completely red.

Eddie slowly takes the glasses off of the boys face.

“Eds, I think we’ve already passed the point in the movie where you know I’m beautiful with the glasses off.” Richie squeaks through pants. Eddie places the glasses on the front seat.

“They were in the way, trashmouth.” and excitedly smashes into the boys freckled face again. The two teens were messy, hands all over each other, and they wouldn’t have it anyother way. Richie slowly descended onto his back, with Eddie falling with him, with Eddie tilting his head to one side and Richies to the other. Richie softly but confidently grabbed Eddie’s curly hair and ran it through his boney fingers. Holding the head of the most perfect fuck up. He was the only person that really understood Richie. Who understood why his family life was utter shit and he would much prefer to drive onto dirt roads in the middle of the night rather than actually face his family. Eddie placed his cold hands under the boys shirt. Feeling his warm chest against his frozen hands. It felt comforting. Richie slowly stops and starts kissing the boys neck. Eddie tried really hard not to moan but a small one slipped out. Eddie felt Richies lips curl on his own neck. Richie couldn’t help but laugh at the smaller boys squeak. Eddie sat up, sitting on the taller boys lower stomach. His face was red with embarrassment and a cheeky smile. He wiped all the saliva off his face with his hoodie sleeve, and looking back at the boy. Even though it was pitch black in the stuffy backseat, Eddie could see every pore, every eyelash, on the face of the beautiful boy lying in front of him.

“Smooth Eddie spaghetti.” Richie smirked as he sat up, the two boys face to face.

“Don’t call me that! I hate when you call me that!” Eddie lied. He secretly loved it.

Eddie planted a small kiss on the freckles that bridge the nose of Richie.

“You’re my boyfriend Eds.” Richie said with a huge lump in his throat. But he felt confident with the guy he just had a super messy make out session with. He twirled his nimble fingers through the small boys curly chocolate hair.

“I always was, Rich.” Eddie slowly snakes his hands around the tall boys neck, leaning his head in the crook of his neck.

The two blush a bright red.

The sun finally goes down and the two drive home. Singing and laughing to Girls just wanna have fun.

[girlbetweenryosuke]

“The Talk.”

[disclaimer: i don’t have a clue on what actually is said during “the talk” with your parents but this is how i imagine it would be but ofc it’s not the same for all but here u go. here’s Y/N as a mom, and ryosuke as a dad, giving yo bb gurl, “the talk.”]

"Ryosuke!", you frantically called him, running through the halls. "What?", he shouts from a room which you then ran to. You opened the door, gasping for air as he turned his office chair around to face you. "What's happening?", he said with concern. You then walked up to him, a hand then placed on his shoulder as he blinked.

"I think our daughter has a boyfriend."

He then stood up with wide eyes, in complete shock. "A-A b-boyfriend-d?!?!?!", he stammered, and you nodded. "How did you know?!", he asked, "There's this boy that waves at Tsubasa's window every time he passes by!", you said. He sighed, slumping back to his chair, and thought for a while, "Maybe he's just a friend.".

"Even if he bought her a candy for Christmas?", you added, and he chuckled, "Friends do that all the time!". "And a teddy bear?", you added, "C-close friends…", he looked away. "And roses?", you added, and he gulped.

"Oh my god, she has a boyfriend.", he sat back.

"We need to do something!", he added, "Okay, but we don't need to overdo things.", you said. "Our only child is having her first relationship, so we can't fuck things up!", you said, and he nodded. "So, what do we do?", he asked, and you frantically paced around the room, thinking of how to confront this.

You couldn’t just barge into her room saying, “Hey Tsubasa, don’t have sex yet!”, or say “Tsubasa, I know you have a boyfriend, and you are very young, so I’m giving you a condom as a Christmas present.”. You didn’t want to be a weird parent. Besides, you thought that maybe she knew all those things already considering the fact that she’s already 15. But still, you wanted to make sure she was making the right decisions.

Suddenly, he started to laugh to himself as he looked at you, "What's wrong?", you asked. "We're acting so childish again.", he giggled, beginning to stand up and walk towards you. "What do you mean?", you asked, as he wrapped his arms around your waist and lean in closer. "Well, if you look at it, we're panicking on what to say as if we're confronting a long-time crush when we're already 40-years-old.", he laughed, leaning his forehead onto yours.

You couldn't help but smile again because of what he said. You realize that you just spent almost half of your life with this guy and now you're worried about what to do with the product of spending time with him. "Maybe we should just not panic, you know.", you suggested as his eyes were lost in yours. “Maybe we should give her the talk…”, he suggested, as he kissed the tip of your nose as you giggled.

"Maybe we should…", you said under your breath.

And with that, the two of you made your way to her room. You hesitated to knock, but one look at Ryosuke's encouraging face, and you felt that little push to do so. "Tsubasa?", you called for her. "Yep!", her sweet angelic voice replied. "Can we come in for a while?", you asked.  

"We? Dad's there too?", she said, "Hi…", Ryosuke awkwardly said. "Alright.", she said, and it was time to confront what issue you were dreading the most.  

"Hi sweetie.", you smiled as you peeked through the door. She smiled in reply as the two of you entered her room, closing the door behind you. She was lying down on her bed, duvet covering most of her body, and earphones on as she was using her phone.  

"We need to talk.", Ryosuke gently said as the two of you sat on her bed, on either side of her. "What's up?", her eyes diverted back and forth from her phone and to us. You felt that drop in your stomach as you felt anxiousness flood into you. You hadn't prepared on what to say, let alone when to say it, but you knew it was time to talk about the subject. Ryosuke noticed the anxiety in your facial expression, and he laid his hand on top of yours as a sign of encouragement.  

"It's about…", you hung off your words, unable to get straight to the point. "R-Relationships.", you said, mentally slapping yourself for not saying "Sex.".  

"What about relationships?", she started to sit up and remove her earphones. "You know…", Ryosuke said, "Relationships…". "Why are you guys acting so funny?", she chuckled. "It's because…", you tilted your head to the side while looking down, "It's about love, you know.".  

"And why are we talking about this all of a sudden?", she added. "Well, Tsu, in some young relationships, there will always be acts of recklessness.", Ryosuke said, "And we just wanted to talk about how we can prevent that from happening.". She then narrowed her eyes, clueless about the situation.

You took this time to take in her features. She had your eyes, your skin, she had your face shape, and then she had Ryosuke's nose, his lips, his hair color, and you know, sadly, his height—but don't tell him you thought about that. You were proud of what the two of you have created—if that wasn't weird to say. She was intelligent, she was wise, she was beautiful, she was witty, she wasn't perfect, but even if so, where would she have gotten that trait? She was everything you thought about as you were waiting for those pregnancy tests all those years ago with him, and more.  

"Recklessness?", she asked, "Yes.", he replied. "What do you mean?", she asked, and he gulped. "Like, for example, a boy meets a girl, you know, and then they fall in love, you know, and they do things they regret… y-you k-know…", he gulped. "Oh…", she looks down.  

"Like skip school?", she said. HOW DID SHE NOT GET THAT?! "Y-Yes, like that, sweetie.", you smiled. "Well, just know that I'll never do that.", she smiled and Ryosuke and you nodded. "You better not.", he joked and the two of you laughed.  

"Have you guys ever done reckless?", she asked. Oh shit. The two of you gulped and looked at each other you. The conversation your eye contact made went a little like, "What do we say?", "I don't know!", "Do we connect it to sex already or??", "I don't know!!".

"Mom, Dad?", she called for your attention again. "Well…", he said, tilting his head, "Not that we regret it.". "B-But when we g-got married, we h-had s-se-",

"When we were still dating," you interrupted him, and then eyeing him that you really couldn't jump to the topic yet. "There was a full month where we couldn't see each other at all.", you said, and she nodded.  

"We missed each other so much but texts, and calls, and video calls wouldn't do the trick. So, one night, we just couldn't take it anymore.", you said, as she leaned in, becoming interested in the topic. "He had a variety show shooting then, and I was shooting for a drama.", you said.  

"Basically, he texted me that he missed me too much, and I said I missed him too much too. And somehow, we ended up escaping work that night, with our managers chasing us, and then not being able to reach us.", you said, as Ryosuke laughed at that memory. "I still can't believe I still had a job after that!", he said.  

"Where did you guys go?", she smiled, completely isolated in the story. "Well, it was supposed to be a 2-hour drive to the beach, but since it was night, it was only an hour. We stayed on the shore, drinking beer we bought from a store and talked for long hours, catching up on each other until sunrise.", you said, as she giggled, imagining the scene.  

“You guys must really love each other to do that.", she smiled, and Ryosuke's hand squeezed yours and smiled. The sight of your hands intertwined, with your rings on your fingers, and right in front of it was the fruit of your love, was heartwarming to see. You felt delighted, it’s like all anxiety from before was quickly brushed away.

“But I think the most reckless thing we could have done—but didn’t do…”, you hung off your words, “Was have sex before marriage.”. Ah, “sex”, such a taboo word between the parents and their child. Her eyes widened with a gulp. “I’m assuming you know what that is.”, you scratched your nape, and she hesitantly nodded. “We actually came here to you know, talk about that.”, Ryosuke added.

“We just thought that, we could remind you that in any situation you are in with a person that you like, sex is not the best place to resort to when proving your love.”, he said, looking down, not being able to say it straight to her face. “So, from now on, Tsubasa, since you’re turning 16—oh my god, Ryosuke we’re old—we’re giving you this.”, you then reached for something in your pocket, and pulled out a condom packet.

“Now, just because we gave you one, doesn’t mean you can do it, alright?”, you laughed, and she nodded. “I want you to be responsible with this. If possible, I want to see this same condom unused, still in mint-condition, by the time you get married.”, you handed it to her. She looked it, tongue in cheek, “I-I…”, she had no words to say.

“But whatever you do, just know that we support you.”, Ryosuke smiled, and then took her hand out of her duvet. “Take it. It’s the only one we’re giving you.”, he smiled, which made her smile too. “I’ll promise I won’t use it until it’s the right moment.”, she smiled, and then slowly took it out of my palm and back under the covers.

“Tsubasa…”, you said, and she briefly replied with a hum. You breathed in, gathering up your courage, and then decided to confront the issue. “Do you have a boyfriend?”, you asked her, your eyes lifting up to look at her bewildered face. “N-no…”, she gulped with wide eyes. “Are you lying to us?”, you gently asked, and her eyes drooped down.

“It’s okay, Tsu, you can tell us.”, Ryosuke’s soft voice supported her, and she finally looked up to us, “I-I think I have a b-boyfriend…”. “What do you mean ‘you think’?”, you chuckled, reaching out to rub her shoulders. “Well, I like him, and he likes me, and we go out every now and then, but we never really gave it a label…”, she said.

You giggled at her reply and you could really see her blushing as she brought her duvet covers up to her face. “Aww, little Tsubasa’s grown up now, Yacchi.”, you nudged Ryosuke with your elbow. “Yacchi?”, she asked. “It’s a nickname I only use when we’re alone.”, you smiled, then hugging his arm, and then leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Is my soon to be son-in-law nice?”, he suddenly said, and Tsubasa burst out laughing. “Dad! He’s only my first boyfriend! He might not even be the one!”, she laughed and playfully kicked him. “But do you feel like he’s the one?”, he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms in front of him as she grew silent, holding in her giggles.

“Yes…”, she smiled to herself.

The three of you then began to smile and giggle. The moment very heartwarming, and surely something to remember as you and Ryosuke grew older. It slipped a bookmark in the story of your life, where the fruit of your love for Ryosuke, finally found love for herself.

[avaalons]

Chris Evans Fic: Lucky Enough

I’m mega crushing on Dad!Chris at the moment, if you couldn’t tell. Will this dude just hurry up and have a couple of kids already? I’ll gladly volunteer as tribute!

So this is from the same verse as the last three, with the Model!You. This is more about Chris and the eldest child, Mason, though: ‘you’ doesn’t feature in it too heavily.

Also lots of dialogue. You know how much Chris loves a bedtime story ;)

***

It was Friday night and you were out with friends having a few cocktails and good catch up. Chris and the kids had dropped you off in the city earlier and he’d told you to go have fun. He knew how important it was for you to catch up with your friends, especially from Victoria’s Secret. It kept that part of your life present and Chris knew it was important for you to just be you, as well as being a wife and a mother. So he’d kissed you from the driver’s seat of the SUV and watched as you sashayed into the bar, before doing a u-turn and heading back home.

The kids had eaten earlier and after a movie (The Rescuers, because Chris believed in keeping the classics alive) and a quick bedtime story, they were all fast asleep in their respective beds.

Chris had mooched about with a beer in hand, playing with Dodger (as much as ten year old Dodger would allow) and watching a few sports commentary shows. Although, like all busy parents, Chris sometimes longed for an hour or two to himself in the day, when he actually got it, he found he was bored shitless. What did he even used to do with his time before he had you and the kids?

So when Mason, his eldest at eight years old, appeared at the living room door sleepily rubbing his eyes and looking a bit miserable, Chris found he was actually something close to being relieved.

‘Hey little man, what’s up? I thought you were asleep?’

‘I was but I think I had a bad dream and now I can’t get back to sleep.’

‘You want to sit here with me and Dodger for a bit, take your mind off it?’ Chris patted the sofa next to him.

Mason nodded and dropped himself down next to his dad.

'When will mom be home?’

'I’m not sure, she’s getting a ride back later. Is there something you want to talk about?’ Chris sensed there was a motivation behind the question. He hoped that all his children felt they were able to approach either of their parents equally with any problems but he understood as much as anyone that there were some things you just needed to talk to your mom about. In your absence, however, he needed to be that person for Mason.

'I don’t know… I feel like you’re going to be mad,’ Mason admitted uncomfortably, not making eye contact.

That immediately had all kinds of scenarios whirling around Chris’ mind.

'What’s wrong? Why would I be mad? Are you in trouble?’ He tried to keep the urgency out of his voice but knew he was failing.

'Oh it doesn’t matter, I’ll wait for mom tomorrow,’ Mason made to stand up but Chris gently tugged him back by his arm.

'Sorry dude, I just get worried. I promise I’ll just listen and not ask so many questions.’

'And you won’t get mad?’ Mason looked up hopefully from where he was now tucked under Chris’ arm.

Chris hesitated for a second, formulating the best answer, 'I reserve judgement on that, but as long as you’re okay, I won’t get mad.’

His son looked away again and, taking a deep breath, began to speak:

'So, some kids at school today, they were making fun of me called me an 'accident’. That I wasn’t supposed to be born. That you and mom didn’t want me.’

Mason had been right, Chris was mad. Where would a bunch of kids even get that notion? There had been some speculation around the time the news of your pregnancy broke and it’s closeness to the wedding date but how would kids even… fucking parents. The parents were even worse than the kids at that shitty school, Chris would swear it. Stuck up, judgemental parents who somehow thought that forking out tens of thousands of dollars for their kids education made them the law on everything, like everyone wasn’t paying fees there.

'Who was it? Give me names and I’ll email the principal right now,’ Chris demanded, plucking his phone from where it rested on the coffee table.

'Dad, no!’ Mason panicked, and then started to get frustrated, 'Forget it, I’ll just talk to mom tomorrow.’

He ran from the room and Chris could hear his footsteps one after the other up the stairs. He was caught somewhere between boiling rage and confusion. Firstly, how dare anyone say those kinds of things to his son! But swiftly overtaking that rage was the realisation that he needed to help Mason right now, and not fly off the handle bombarding half his teachers with emails on a Friday night.

So, he rose from the sofa and followed the footsteps his son had taken only moments earlier. He gently knocked on Mason’s door and pushed it fully open to the darkness of his room. The glow-in-the-dark stars cast tiny shadows against the models of planets that hung from the ceiling. In the slice of light that fell through the doorway from the hall, Chris could make out a Mason-shaped lump on his bed, covered completely, head and all, by his constellation bed sheets.

Chris took his silence and stillness as a blessing to enter and he sank himself down onto the mattress where he thought Mason’s feet may have been.

'Mase? I’m sorry dude, I said I’d listen and I didn’t. But I’ve realised it’s more important that I tell you the truth than go mad at the punks that upset you.’

That had Mason shifting and his head emerged as he folded his sheets over, tucking them under his arms.

'What do you mean, the truth?’ His voice was thick and Chris’ heart broke knowing that he’d been crying. Kids could be so mean to each other.

'The truth about you, of course,’ Chris spoke like Mason should know exactly what he was talking about.

'Dad, tell me.’

'I was on a press conference panel for the last Avengers film. I’d been away from your mom for a just over a month and it was pretty hard, being away that long when we were getting married so soon. And it was really busy then and we were on different time zones and it was really difficult to talk on the phone.’

'But I remember feeling my phone buzz in my pocket when I was stood in the wings waiting to go out on the stage and I pulled it out quickly to check it. I saw it was your mom and the first line I saw on my notifications was 'I really hate to do this via text…’ and I immediately jumped to all the worst conclusions.’

'What does that mean, Dad?’ Mason enquired.

'It means I was already imagining that something bad had happened. I thought she was going to tell me she wanted to break up with me!’ Chris’ hands were flying along with his words.

'Daaaaddddd, that would never happen!’ Mason rolled his eyes but he sat up in his bed with a chuckle and Chris knew he was swimming to the surface of his worries.

'I know right?! But that’s what I thought when I saw that first line!’

'So you had to read it before you went out, right?’ Mason leant forward slightly, enthralled.

'Of course! So, heart pounding, I opened up the message. The host is outside whipping up the crowd and announcing us but I don’t hear any of it because I’m so focused on this message and can you guess what it said?’ Chris leant forward towards Mason, eyes wide.

'Just tell me! Please!’

'It said, 'I really hate to do this via text but you’re not due home for weeks and we keep playing phone tag and I just need you to know. You remember I said I’ve been feeling pretty weird for a couple of weeks? Well, after ruling all obvious things out, I just took a test and… we’re having a baby! Have a great day sweetheart, even though I know it will be impossible to have anything but now. Call me when you get a chance so we can be excited together. Love you.’

'Was that me? Was I the baby?’ Mason was up on his knees now, clinging on to Chris’ arm and bouncing.

'You sure were,’ Chris laughed.

'Wait,’ his son went from barely able to contain his excitement to still and contemplative, 'How do you even remember all that?’

Chris pulled him into his side, 'Dude, you know what my job is, right?’

'Yeah, but it’s been years! I’m eight years old now! And you don’t really act much now!’

'Okay, okay, you got me. I screenshot it straight away and I’ve had it saved in my Cloud ever since. Want to see?’

Mason just nodded eagerly and so Chris grabbed his phone from his pocket, unlocked it and located the screenshot. He passed it to Mason who held it between his palms like it was precious. He read the screen, his little face of wonder glowing in the back light.

'Did you reply?’ he turned to Chris after reading the message.

'Not by text. Everyone else was heading out on to the stage around me and I had to go with them. I sat down in front of everyone, loads of people in the crowd, all screaming and lights flashing and music playing and I knew that I had to be there, it was part of my job.’

'But I couldn’t focus. On anything. I was ready to burst inside. And I knew that if I didn’t call your mom right there and then, it could be days and days before we got to talk again. Someone asked me a question and I didn’t even hear it. All the cast were looking at me like I had three heads and I was frozen in my own thoughts.’

'And I just got up and left. I had to speak to your mom and I couldn’t tell everyone there about the news I’d just got even though it was exploding from me. So I walked off stage.’

'No way! Dad!’ Mason exclaimed in awe.

'I’d never done anything like that before. It’s on YouTube!’

Chris pulled up the YouTube app and, doing a quick search, found the video.

'Did you get in trouble?’ Mason wondered after watching it.

'A little bit, but no one could be too mad a few weeks later when we could share the news with our friends.’

'And were they excited too?’ Mason didn’t quite meet his eyes but Chris could hear the hope in his voice.

'Mase, everyone was excited. You were the best news we could ever share with anyone. Just think about Christmas and birthdays for a minute. What are the best kinds of presents?’

Mason sat still while he thought and eventually came up with an answer, 'When you get something you wanted but didn’t think you would get.’

'Exactly, and finding out about you was like getting all my surprise birthday and Christmas presents at once,’ Chris squeezed him to his side in a one-armed hug, 'I didn’t think I’d be lucky enough to get you so soon, but you arrived and made my life a thousand times better.’

'I did?’ Mason looked up at him with eyes exactly the same as yours.

'You did,’ Chris replied definitively, 'and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.’

***

It was after one a.m. when you snuck into the house after a really fun night out with your friends. You tiptoed straight upstairs and, one after the other, headed into the rooms of all your children to kiss them goodnight, gently so as not to wake them.

Mason’s room was the furthest from the stairs so you got to his last, but was surprised upon entering to find not only your eldest son but also your husband, fast asleep.

Chris was on his back, one leg hanging over the side of the narrow bed, one hand resting on his chest. His other arm held Mason, who was using Chris’ shoulder as a pillow, to him tightly.

You paused beside them to take in just how adorable they were before leaning over to gently shake Chris awake. You didn’t have the heart to leave him as he was, knowing how uncomfortable he’d be in the morning having slept in this position.

His eyes fluttered open and you leant down to kiss him lightly.

'Hey babe, didn’t want you to be sore in the morning, although the two of you are the cutest things I’ve ever seen in my life.’

'Thanks sweetheart,’ came the drowsy reply.

Chris came round slowly and realised where he was. He ever so carefully slid Mason’s head on to his pillow and stood up, taking care not to jostle the bed too much.

You leant over to press your lips to Mason’s forehead and followed Chris to your bedroom. You did a quick brush of your teeth and swiped the majority of your make up off with a face wipe before stripping down to your underwear and heading for bed.

'Was he okay?’ you asked as you climbed in under the sheets next to your husband.

'Yeah, he’s fine now,’ Chris pulled you to him, already beginning to drift off having not really fully woken up from his nap in Mason’s room, 'I’ll tell you the full story in the morning but we had a good chat about what happened when we found out we were having him.’

'I hope you showed him the screenshot and the video,’ you replied, beginning to fall to sleep yourself.

'Yeah, he knows all about it now.’