but i never wear them anyways

Notes to the girl whose house I live in

by reddit user JJX2525

It took me a week to find where you keep your wifi password. A whole week! I was really worried you’d thrown it away, but lo and behold, there it was in the cutlery drawer of all places. Everything about the way you organize things confuses me. I guess because you live on your own now you just put things any old place. I know there was someone else before, I heard you talking about him on the phone. Johnny, I think? Jimmy? Anyway, I know because you said it was tough being alone. But you’re not alone, of course. You have me!

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Supernatural School Pt. 2

Part 1 (X)


It always takes time to sort yourself out after a reaping, even a relatively pleasant one. That’s why, even though you’d like to rejoin Sam, Amanda and Lexi in the cafeteria, you head back to the dorms.

You don’t feel any different after. Some legends say that you eat the souls of the dead, praying on them for sustenance. You’d like to say that Reapers never do that, that they never commit such a heinous crime, but you’ve been around long enough to know better than to lie. There are words for Reapers who eat, none of which you’d dare say here. Names give things power and eaters get more than their fair share to begin with.

You shiver under the blazing sun and try to turn your mind to more pleasant topics.

You are halfway back to your room, when you see Ms. Jan, Mr. T and Principal Finn rushing towards the animal husbandry building. Mr. T’s upset enough that his mane has burst free of his button-down shirt though he’s the only one of the three so affected. Ms. Jan, all banshee characteristics gone, is composed as she leads the group, strides long and purposeful. Principal Finn is listening to her seriously, his wheelchair rolling over the grass easily, with a grim expression on his face.

This is, of course, until he sees you.

You keep your expression blank as Principal Finn says something to Ms. Jan and Mr. T, gesturing for them to go on, and then directs his motorized wheelchair towards you.

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AUs no one asked for
  •  I’m sleeping over at my friend’s flat from university after study group and just got woken up in the middle of the night by their roommate, who is sitting in the kitchen, listening very loudly to the dirty dancing soundtrack and crying. Like wtf, I didn’t even know they had a roommate and normally I would yell at you but damn you are cute. You really need to stop tho dude, its 4am, some people in this house want to sleep AU
  • I am a barista and you are a customer who comes in every day and orders the same thing and today my friend brought you with them, I didn’t even know we had mutual friends and WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT IS NOT ACTUALLY YOUR NAME HAVE I REALLY BEEN WRITING A NAME THAT IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO YOURS ON YOUR CUPS FOR OVER HALF A YEAR WHY HAVE YOU NEVER CORRECTED ME AU
  • The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU
  • (or alternatively) I just woke up in a stranger’s bed and I’m half naked, I cant remember anything about yesterday besides that the party was great and that I got absolutely wasted AND OH MY GOD THERE IS A HOT PERSON NEXT TO ME IN BED AND THEY ARE NOT WEARING MUCH WHAT DID WE DO YESTERDAY AU
  • You are my new coworker and I’m pretty sure I’ve never met you SO WHY ARE YOU LOOKING SO FAMILIAR FUCK I THINK YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE ANGSTY EMO KIDS I USED TO STALK BACK IN THE MYSPACE DAYS I CANT BELIEVE THIS AU
  • We work out at the same gym and you are my declared rival because we have the same workout routine and you are always better than me and on my way to the locker room I passed you in the shower where you were singing the opening of hannah montana and I can still hear you and you switched to the lion king now and even though I hate you I think I am kind of in love with you AU
  • I’m hiding in the bathroom of a restaurant from a spectacularly awful tinder date and you are in a similar situation because a guy at the bar just won’t stop hitting on you and now we are planning an epic escape together even though we only met ten minutes ago AU

The weirdest thing about historical trans people is that today we can look at pictures of some of them and go “oh, yeah, no, they don’t pass at all, how did they get away with that for forty fuckin years without hormones when I can’t even go an afternoon”

And like i’m pretty sure the answer is that clothing was so heavily, heavily gendered back then that people just like. It never occurred to anyone that someone wearing a suit could possibly be not-a-dude. If someone’s wearing a dress then they’re obviously a woman. Something is weird about this situation but any question I could ask would be super rude anyway so

The endless Lirry bickering

Liam and Harry are those siblings who never stop annoying each other. Look…

Never miss a chance to take the piss out of each other. Remember when Liam could not stop talking about that leopard print dress the interviewer was wearing…(he was roasting her to be fair, lol)

Here’s Harry really pleased with his efforts in the serious lyrics game

This classic

Liam really loves to make fun of Harry’s hair(RIP)

Sometimes Harry just gives him a look to shut him up

How old are they again?

Anyways I love them

During my journey of understanding and accepting my autism, I’ve focused a lot on “can’t”.
I “can’t” go to parties. I “can’t” go to uni. I “can’t” travel or keep my flat clean.
A lot of people have, for a lot of different reasons, been upset with this, and I get it.
If they love me, it’s sad to think I’m resigning myself to a limited kind of life.
If they don’t love me, they think I’m whining and not pushing myself enough. That I’m weak. Spoiled.
And I get all that… especially when it comes from people that know me.

That’s because there’s a soft “can’t” and a hard “can’t”.
I could, technically, go a day without food or I could lift something as heavy as me.
People understand that when I say I “can’t” do that, it’s a soft “can’t”. Like, I could push myself beyond what’s healthy, and it’d suck ass, and you’re a jerk if you expect me to do this. Technically I can, but you’d understand my “can’t”.
A hard “can’t” is then an actual “can’t”. I can’t survive without food. I can’t lift a car.

So far so obvious, I guess.
But the thing is the world never accepts a soft “can’t” from disabled people.

My wife “soft can’t” do the shopping for my whole family for the weekend we’re staying with them. So my mum asks her anyway, because my wife is a sweet and giving person and I’m the only one who sees her shaking when she comes back.
I “soft can’t” hold down a nine to five job, but because me crying in the break room, shutting down during my hours off and because my wearing headphones during my lunch break instead of talking to my coworkers is just snobbery, people think I’m being lazy or spoilt when I say I “can’t” do it. Even though I’ve been fired for that kinda shit before.

If you know me you’ve seen me push through my soft “can’t"s all my life, and I was forced to so often that even I didn’t realize I “couldn’t”, because other people knew better and I was just spoiled and either people broke down just like me when I couldn’t see them, or I was just a weird, entitled, difficult child like everyone said.

But I’m realizing a soft “can’t” is still a fucking “can’t”. Because abled people aren’t denied that kind of “can’t”. We understand that if an abled person avoids physical or mental pain or exhaustion, that’s just them being sensible. People have a rough idea of what they “can’t” do, and they expect that at least part of the pain and difficulty in disabled people’s lives is just pushing through their limitations to reach the same “can” and “can’t"s as they experience and respect.

Of course the trope of the good disabled person pushing through to impress even abled people with their accomplishments has been discussed before.
But my thing right now is just about claiming or reclaiming “can’t”. I don’t have to, or shouldn’t be expected to, suffer through my soft “can’t"s any more than an abled person.

So fuck you, world! I can’t be outside in summer. I can’t handle your manipulations. I can’t perform. I can’t live on my own. I can’t have a perfect life. I’m not a spoiled brat, dad. My pain counts just as much.
And my can'ts count. I’m already pushing myself through difficulties you’ll never understand, just to stay alive. Respect my limits. I will, whether it pisses you off or not.

THESE ARE THE THINGS WE DON’T TALK ABOUT: my throat with his name in it / your throat with his name in it / how it feels to be in love with someone who wants to touch you / the poems we’re not writing / the fruit I don’t bring into the house / the past you never asked me about / the past I found littered all over your apartment / the dreams you had about marrying other people / why you kept telling me about them / the pictures on the walls / how all of them are yours / your ex-boyfriend’s leather jacket / how it doesn’t fit / how you wear it anyway / how I moved it once and you wouldn’t tell me what you were looking for / how I still don’t know what you’re looking for / the jokes about the broken bed / the undercooked fettuccine / the night you called moving in with me a mistake but then took it back / why you took it back / the way you only call me baby in front of other people / the birthday text sent from hundreds of miles away at 10pm instead of a phone call / afterthoughts / what it feels like to be one / the difference between physical and emotional distance / how I slept on the couch for three months / how you didn’t kiss me goodbye / how I didn’t want you to
—  THESE ARE THE THINGS WE DON’T TALK ABOUT by Trista Mateer
after Caitlin Conlon 
In My Veins // A Stiles Stilinski AU Part One

Prompt: Life is all about moments of impact and how they change our lives forever. But, what if one day, you could no longer remember any of them? (Part 1 of 2)

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Female On Male), Talking About Sex, Intense Car Accident, Angst, Sad Stiles, and Swearing. 

Word Count: 8,051

Song: Heal by Tom Odell 

A/N: Teen Wolf is and forever will be my favorite show of all time. Actually, no. Scratch that. In Dylan’s own words, Teen Wolf will always be my home. I love it more than anything in the world. It puts the brightest smile on my face and the most beautiful tears in my eyes. I cannot tell you how emotional I am about it ending. There is not a day that goes by where I don’t either watch an episode, watch multiple edits, read fanfic, etc. Teen Wolf is apart of my daily routine and it ending is never gonna change that, but it’s definitely gonna hurt knowing I won’t see Scott and Stiles in new situations or Derek and Stiles bickering about the smallest of things or even Lydia being the smarty badass that she is, ever again. I’m heartbroken about the end but at the same time, I think it is the perfect time to end it. The Teen Wolf world has been apart of my world for many years now and although it’s time to… I’m never saying goodbye. I will never let go of this world and this writing community I’m lucky to be apart of. As the last episode of Teen Wolf approaches, I want y’all to know I will not stop writing about, and forever loving, my favorite characters from a small and chaotic town called Beacon Hills. 

Tears formed in her eyes as she stared at the beautiful Stiles standing in front of her, the young man wearing the sexiest suit this world has ever seen. She tried forcing them away by focusing on her wedding dress that fell just before her knees instead of him, but there was no use. (Y/N) was bound to cry on her wedding day anyway, it was simply inevitable.

The pack surrounded the two, everyone having their own variations of emotion evident on their faces as they gazed enchantedly at the happy couple before them. They couldn’t have been happier. Finally together in a situation that wasn’t full of supernatural threats or people trying to kill them, but was actually full of complete happiness. Scott smiled at them, his little dimples invading his cheeks as he announced they could now say their vows. With her own smile invading her red lips, (Y/N) turned around to grab the paper Lydia was handing her. The redhead was wearing an adorable short green dress that matched her gorgeous eyes, which also had tears in them funny enough.

“Thank you.” (Y/N) nodded at her before turning back to Stiles and taking a deep breath. “Mieczyslaw,” She began and everyone around her chuckled, her soon to be husband included. “I vow to help you love life, to always hold you with tenderness and to have the patience that love demands. I vow to speak when words are needed and to share the silence when they’re not. I vow to be the light in your life when all you can see in darkness. I vow to live within the warmth of your heart and always call it home. It doesn’t matter what happens in the future, you are forever in my veins and I love you.”

As she spoke, (Y/N) could see Stiles’ eyes gloss over and he did a damn good job holding back his tears, something she herself was unable to pull off. Although, on the inside, Stiles was completely melting. He was finally marrying his best friend and he didn’t know how to properly react to it. Instead, Stiles took (Y/N)’s hand and kissed the back of it, his tender lips lingering on her skin before he turned around and got his own vows from his father.

“Well, you just set the bar really high.” Stiles joked and laughter echoed in the school’s halls. “(Y/N), I vow to fiercely love you and all your forms now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once-in-a-lifetime love and always know, in the deepest part of my soul, that, no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we’ll always find our way back to each other. It doesn’t matter what happens in the future, you are forever in my veins and I love you.”

Stiles stared into her eyes so powerfully that (Y/N) could feel his love for her just through his gaze. With the hand that wasn’t holding her vows, she brought it up to her cheeks and wiped away all of the insane amount of tears rolling down them. It’s a good thing the young bride was wearing waterproof makeup because if she wasn’t, she would look like a really hot mess right now. Not that it would matter, Stiles would still think (Y/N) looked beautiful anyway.

“Do you take each other as spouses, forever?” Scott asked, the gaze between Stiles and (Y/N) never breaking.

“I do.” Stiles nodded, his lips smiling.

“I do.” She cried.

“Then, by the power vested in me by the state of California and the internet, I now pronounce you-” Scott suddenly stopped when the school’s dismissal bell rang loudly in the halls, telling the whole pack that classes were over and high school students were going to start piling out of their classrooms. “Shit, I know pronounce you man and wife. Kiss each other quickly!” Scott panicked as they noticed the doors begin to open.

The entire pack began running towards the big exit as Stiles and (Y/N) hurriedly leaned in to kiss each other rapidly. It didn’t last any longer than three seconds as the adrenaline took over their bodies and they ran as well, but the two wouldn’t have it any other way. They wanted to marry their best friend in the exact same spot they first met each other and even if it meant having Coach Finstock yell at the top of his lungs that they were intruders as he chased them down the halls, it would be worth it.

Their friends were already out in the parking lot when Stiles and (Y/N) reached the exit, Coach right on their tail. Hand in hand, Stiles led them out of the school and she prayed to God that her veil wouldn’t get stuck on anything and yank her back only to get caught by Coach. Thankfully, that didn’t happen and they were able to run towards Stiles’ jeep.

“I love you guys, but come on!” Coach yelled when he realized he wouldn’t catch the former high schoolers and stopped at the doors. “You’ve already graduated, stop coming back to the school!”

(Y/N) giggled with Stiles as they watched everyone else enter their cars and hurry away. Stiles quickly opened the passenger door for her and she jumped in before he shut it to run towards his side. (Y/N) couldn’t contain her laughter and excitement as Stiles entered the baby blue jeep, his hands already fumbling to shove the keys into the ignition and drive away. They only allowed themselves to breathe again when they were on the road and far away from Beacon Hills High School.

The new wife couldn’t help but look down at the wedding ring now prominent on her finger that Stiles had put on her right before they announced their vows. Her heart swelled and she could feel how tight her ribcage had become. (Y/N) looked over at the man she can now officially call her husband and that feeling of needing to cry returned. Stiles was her everything and with this ring on her finger, she could now show the world. Another smile graced her lips as she thought back about the time someone asked her to describe her home and she started talking about Stiles’ hair color, the sound of his velvet voice, the taste of his tender lips, how much he makes her laugh with his sarcasm and how his silky skin feels like on hers — until she realized they had expected to hear a place.

“Am I really that handsome that you can’t stop looking at me?” Stiles sported a cocky smile, occasionally breaking his stare off the road to look at her.

“Yes.” (Y/N) bit her lip.

“I’m more than meets the eye.” He joked. “I’m not just a pretty face, you know?”

“I know, Sarcastic Stilinski.” She nodded, leaning in and placing a daring hand on his thigh. “You also have an amazing body.”

Stiles couldn’t hold back his laughter, but his voice definitely caught in his throat when (Y/N)’s hand moved a little higher. She ignored his lack of self confidence and relished in how damn sexy her husband was instead. She moved her lips to his neck and placed lingering kisses all over his goosebump covered skin. Stiles shivered at the incredible feeling of her skillful mouth sucking beautiful bruises into his neck. Normally, he wouldn’t let her mark him because of how uptight the bosses are over at the FBI but considering they are officially on their honeymoon, Stiles didn’t give a single damn. He wanted his wife to mark him so much, the only color you would be able to see on him is purple.

He pulled up into a red light and stopped the car. As soon as his foot was off the gas, Stiles’ lips were on hers. He kissed her fully and passionately, the proper way they should’ve shared their first kiss as a married couple. His lips completely enveloped hers, her moan vibrating through their mouths. They were so lost in the kiss, they didn’t even remember to check if the traffic light had turned green. They only found out just when Stiles’ tongue slid across her bottom lip and the car behind them honked their horn loudly, interrupting the newly weds’ little moment. Stiles sighed but pulled away to drive. (Y/N), however, didn’t stop her little antics.

Her lips moved to nibble his earlobe as she inched her hand closer to Stiles’ crotch. There was already a semi-hard bulge there just from her teasing alone and she only found out when her fingers grazed across the area. (Y/N) smirked against his earlobe and took it further into her mouth to suck on it before her hand gently massaged his bulge. Stiles couldn’t hold back the groan that erupted from his throat, the sound shooting straight through (Y/N) and directly into her core. To her, there was nothing sexier than the sound of Stiles enjoying the dirty things she did to him.

“Are you liking this, baby?” She asked, her hot breath lingering on his ear and turning Stiles on even further.

“A little too much.” He answered honestly.

“Then you’re gonna love this.” (Y/N) teased as she unbuckled the belt around his waist and pulled down the zipper. Unbuttoning his pants was the last thing that kept her from him before she slipped her hand past the waistband of his boxers and into the area he desired her the most.

(Y/N) held in her groan at the delicious sight of the dark and curly hairs of his happy trail, but Stiles couldn’t hold back his moan as she palmed directly over his cock. She returned to kissing his neck and his breathing became unsteady, (Y/N) pulled down his pants and boxers just enough to expose him to her. This time, she didn’t hide her moan and the sound made Stiles’ cock twitch in her hands. (Y/N) wrapped her hand around his shaft, her thumb caressing his tip, as the car suddenly swerved. She started turning her hand in and out to give him a full erection, not that he needed any help in that department. Especially when a beautiful woman he now has the right to call his wife was currently jerking him off in his jeep. Her pace was slow and Stiles could feel himself get harder with every thrust of her hand. The car swerved even more, actually beginning to enter the lane beside them this time.

“Pay attention to the road.” (Y/N) stated through a smirk, loud horns echoing around them and telling Stiles to turn back to the correct side of the road.

He straightened up and took a breath, driving back to the previous lane. “You are such a tease and this is a terrible idea, kitten.”

“Don’t pretend like you’ve never fantasized about this before.”

“Oh, I definitely have.” Stiles confessed. “I’ve fantasized about pretty much everything with you.”

“Well, now you have the rest of your life with me to bring those fantasies to life.” She smiled before unbuckling her seatbelt and leaning her face down to his lap.

“F-Fuck,” Stiles reacted, realizing what (Y/N) had planned for their little get-away. “Is that such a good idea?”

“Do you want me to stop?” She asked just as she wrapped her warm and wet mouth around his sensitive tip, her hand still moving up and down his shaft.

“Shit.” He grunted, his head hitting back against the headrest. “No. Keep going, kitten.”

(Y/N) smiled through her eyes as she looked up at him lovingly, her tongue swiping the precum leaking from his slit. Stiles’ knuckles turned white at how hard he was gripping onto the steering wheel and it took everything he had in him to keep his eyes on the road and not closed. The new wife hollowed her cheeks around his swollen tip and his moans grew even louder. It didn’t matter if he was expressing his thoughts in a pack meeting or if he was getting head in the comfort of his own jeep, Stiles is and always has been a very vocal person. And (Y/N) fucking loved it. She absolutely adores how loud Stiles can get when she’s giving him pleasure, it’s one of her favorite things about her husband.

Stiles couldn’t hold back when he let out the most sincere and animalistic groan, one of his hands flying to grab her hair. He tried so hard to keep his eyes open as (Y/N) sucked his tip like it was the tastiest damn lollipop she had ever put into her mouth. Which, to be honest, wasn’t exactly far from what she was thinking in her mind. She had given him blowjobs plenty of times in their relationship, yet there was something so inexplicably special about giving oral not to your boyfriend but your husband. Stiles massaged her scalp with his fingers and when she moaned around him, he knew he wasn’t going to be lasting very long.

“Fuck, kitten, that feels so damn good.” He moaned with her, bucking his hips at her vibration. “I think I’m going to blow my load pretty soon.”

She giggled around his member and quickened her hand’s pace moving up and down his thick shaft, the tip of her tongue flicked on the underside of his head continuously. Stiles screamed considering she was currently paying attention to the most sensitive part on his penis, his grip on her hair tightening in reaction.

“God, this is so amazing.” Stiles moaned uncontrollably, telling her in details how good she was making him feel. Another set of proof that Stiles could never keep his thoughts to himself, not even now.

(Y/N) felt him throbbing inside of her mouth and she was growing greedy, wanting him to shoot his hot liquid down her throat. Stiles’ hips jerked the second she removed her hand and took all of him in her mouth, his tip lodging itself in the back of her open throat. His face scrunched up in pure pleasure as he involuntarily thrusted into her mouth. (Y/N) put her hands on top of his to let him know she wanted him to take control, which he gladly did.

Stiles pulled her hair to guide her head as he fucked her mouth like there was no tomorrow. Her tongue constantly slid against the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, his thighs contracting and releasing as they reacted to the intense pleasure on their own. He gripped her hair tightly, but he knew she didn’t mind it, in fact she fucking loved it. One look at her was all the incentive he needed to cum, her eyes boring into his with such fire it could light up an entire house in flames.

His hips stuttered until his entire body froze as his dick released all of the load inside of him. White hot strings of cum spurted out of his tip and found a new home in her wet mouth. (Y/N) gladly hummed around him and swallowed all he had to offer as his eyes faltered for the slightest second and closed shut. They were too busy relishing in their own varied forms of pleasure to notice that Stiles’ foot had unknowingly pressed harder on the gas.

When she was done cleaning up his tip with her warm tongue, (Y/N) pulled away from his cock. A string of saliva mixed with leftover cum the only thing connecting them together before it completely broke. Stiles’ chest rapidly rose and fell as he breathed heavily, (Y/N) wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She pulled his boxers and pants back up into place. She buttoned and zipped it again before buckling his belt back.

Just as she looked up to expect seeing the hazy pleasure on his face, she found him with his eyes closed instead. (Y/N) didn’t even have time to shout for him to open his eyes again nor see what was coming in front of them before the jeep suddenly crashed into the car that had stopped for a red light in front of them. The collision was harder than anything they’ve ever seen, Stiles’ eyes finally opening. There was fear and horror evident in them as he was forced to watch the next actions take place right there in front of him.

With the jeep crashing into another car, inertia harshly jerked their bodies forward. Thankfully, Stiles was wearing his seatbelt which secured him and allowed him to only hit his head brutally on the dashboard. However, I couldn’t say the same for (Y/N). Her lack of a seatbelt a few moments before seemed like a good idea, but right now it’s what ultimately will change her life from this day on.

(Y/N)’s body flew forward and right through the windshield. The eerie sound of glass shattering and distant cackles of her bones breaking filled the air. She was knocked out as soon as she crashed through the windshield, the impact slowing her body’s speed enough to let it fall limp on the jeep’s hood and not out into the street. Stiles’ lost all feeling and his brain immediately shut down at the sight of his broken and now bloodied wife out on the hood. Just as he opened his mouth to call her name, the airbag released from its confines and smashed into his wounded head — the blow strong enough to knock him out as well.

What happened next was a blur of ambulances and police cruisers rushing to the scene, flashing lights and loud sirens unnoticed by the unconscious couple. Sheriff Stilinski had immediately been notified about the sudden accident and he was there in a matter of minutes. Only to have his heart break as he was forced to watch paramedics pull (Y/N)’s completely wounded body onto a cot and begin to check for any signs of life. He was sure he was gonna have a panic attack any second now, but the only thing that kept him sane was knowing that Stiles was already being rolled into an ambulance and rushed to the hospital to take care of his concussion.

“Wait a second!” A paramedic shouted and Noah immediately approached him, noticing he had two fingers placed on her neck. “I feel a pulse! Get her to the hospital! Stat!”

The paramedics hurried her to an ambulance as well and the Sheriff jumped in with her as they desperately drove to the hospital. He took this time to call Scott and Lydia first, his son’s and his wife’s greatest best friends. Malia and Derek were called next. Everyone getting hit with the devastating news and dropping everything to meet each other at the hospital.

(Y/N) was rushed into surgery for the broken bones that could possibly start piercing vital organs soon and Stiles rushed into intensive care. They did all kinds of x-rays on him and realized that Stiles was going to be just fine. (Y/N), on the other hand, wasn’t. He was released just a few hours after he woke up from the concussion, but she was put into a comatose state.

“Why put her in a coma for so many days?” Stiles asked when he returned to see her the day after he was allowed to leave the hospital.

“Your wife’s CT scan showed intracranial hemorrhaging.” The doctor explained and even though Stiles could never be as smart as Lydia, he definitely knew what that meant. “You don’t have to worry too much about it though, your wife will be okay. We purposely keep patients with traumatic brain injuries in a comatose state in order to calm their systems and allow the brain time to heal itself while the swelling subsides. And then we slowly wean them off of it.”

“And how long will that take?” He questioned, worried.

“About five days.”

The news was horrible for him, but he thought to himself that if (Y/N) could power through almost dying in a car accident and actually be strong enough to live then he can spend five days waiting for her. He visited her every single day in those five days, always bringing her flowers and little cards to keep himself sane. The pack was there with him for all of those days as well. Giving him all of the support and love he needed to get through this hell. He hated seeing her unconscious, knowing that it was his fault she was in this state. Of course it wasn’t his fault, but Stiles had a bad habit of always blaming himself.

“Hey, today’s the day.” Scott softly celebrated once they finally reached the day the doctors would wake her up. “She’s gonna open her eyes and the first person she’ll see is you, a smile will already be gracing her face when she does.”

“I almost lost her, Scott.” Stiles stated, tears welling up in his eyes.

“You’re right. You almost lost her.” Scott replied. “But, she’s alive and she’s gonna be okay. The doctor said no physical traumas are left in her brain. She’s completely healed.”

“What if there’s any collateral damage?”

“Jesus Christ, Stiles stop.” Scott grabbed his shoulders to shake some sense into him. “Now, I want you to go in there and tell the doctors you’re ready. You got this.”

“I got this.” Stiles took a deep breath looking into his brother’s eyes then peering around to the rest of the pack. They were all there. Sheriff Stilinski, Lydia, Malia, Derek, Kira, Liam, Mason, Isaac, Jackson, Ethan, Deaton, and even Peter. Everyone loved (Y/N) more than anything and each and every one of them were worried about her. Not to mention how they were there to support Stiles who was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Stiles smiled at them and they all gave him the encouragement he needed to walk into (Y/N)’s hospital room. He sat down on the seat beside her bed he had grown well accustomed to over the past week and he pulled out her wedding ring from his pocket. Stiles slipped it onto her ring finger and leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead. Once he pulled away, Melissa entered the room with a kind smile on her face.

“Are we ready?” She asked and Stiles nodded. With a syringe in her hand, she put its content into (Y/N)’s IV after approaching it. When finished, Melissa threw the empty syringe away and turned to speak to Stiles. “Okay, she’s gonna be a bit groggy so don’t crowd her. Let’s give her the space she needs right now, alright?”

“Alright.” Stiles agreed as he focused on her eyelids subtly moving until they finally opened. Stiles could feel his heart jump into his throat and pound against its walls as her eyes immediately fell on his. “H-Hey. My God, it’s so good to see you.”

“(Y/N)?” Melissa called and her eyebrows furrowed. “It’s okay.” The nurse reassured, noticing how lost the young woman was feeling. “(Y/N), you’re in the hospital right now. You were in a car accident. You hit your head but you’re going to be just fine. We kept you asleep for a little while. How do you feel?”

“My head h-hurts.” She stated through a croaky voice that hadn’t been used in a while and yet, to Stiles, it was the most beautiful sound because he was hearing her speak again and that’s all that mattered.

“That’s perfectly normal.” Melissa answered. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you something for that.”

(Y/N) winced as she nodded and stopped to return her stare back on Stiles. He expected the smile to appear on her lips just like Scott said it would, but for some reason it didn’t.

“Was anyone else hurt, doctor?” (Y/N) asked looking straight into Stiles’ eyes.

The heart that was pounding in his throat stopped and he could feel it instantly drop down to his stomach.

“Uh, (Y/N). You know who I am, right?” He asked, starting to feel panic creep up onto him.

“Yeah.” She nodded. “You’re my doctor.”

The heartbreak that Stiles was just forced to endure was no less than a fucking hurricane. The devastation he felt was absolute, his entire heart and soul completely torn apart. All of the memories prior to losing his mother crashed down on him harder than ever before. Leading up to her death, Claudia couldn’t tell the difference between reality and nightmare anymore. She couldn’t tell the difference between who were the real people in her life and who were the monsters. Because of that, the lines began to blur and she couldn’t even recognize her own son. The pain Stiles had to go through then returned and it broke him.

“(Y/N),” He called, touching her arm but she instantly flinched away. “I’m your husband.”

Her eyes widened in absolute confusion as she stared at the stranger in front of her. Yes, her mind was cloudy and she couldn’t think straight but (Y/N) definitely did not remember ever getting married. Especially when she was so young. The man that called himself her husband looked at her hand and she followed his gaze, a gasp immediately escaping her lips at the sight of a gold wedding band on her ring finger. She closed her eyes and she racked her brain for any memory — any small glimpse of him — but she simply couldn’t remember. In fact, the last thing she did remember was her life right before she moved to Beacon Hills sophomore year in high school.

“I don’t remember you.” She confessed.

Stiles got up and left before he broke down crying in front of her. The young man rushed to the wall at the end of the hall and rested his head on it, slamming his fist repeatedly on the wall. Stiles cried as if he were the one suffering with the brain trauma, doctors and nurses passing by couldn’t help but feel tears well into their eyes just by the look at the distressed man without even needing to know why he was crying in the first place.

Melissa eventually heard the cries and she immediately recognized them, calling Scott and Derek to follow her towards him. They found him sitting on the floor with his knees up to his chest, his hands gripping his hair in frustration. The sight was enough to get the three crying just as much as him.

Like approaching a wounded deer that would immediately run away when noticed, the three approached Stiles slowly and carefully. Thankfully, he didn’t try to leave. He let them kneel in front of him and he lifted his head to stare at them, uncontrollable tears rolling down his flushed cheeks.

“You’re right, she didn’t have any physical traumas.” Stiles sobbed, his voice croaking. “But, she definitely had psychological ones.”

“What are you talking about?” Scott asked. “Is she scared or something?”

“She lost her memory, Scott.” Stiles answered, his heart breaking even more just at the announcement. “(Y/N) doesn’t remember who I am.”

The shock wasn’t like anything they’d ever experienced before. It wasn’t just about empathizing for Stiles’ pain anymore, now they felt it along with him. The four looked at each other and they shared the dread together, no words were needed to be spoken.

“It’s like the ghost riders all over again.” Stiles commented and Scott’s heart broke remembering the time that he couldn’t. “But, there’s no supernatural cure this time.”

“She doesn’t need a supernatural cure.” Melissa spoke up. “Look, a brain injury isn’t like a broken bone or a laceration. Brains are much less predictable. Sometimes, due to the way the swelling tissue presses against the skull, it can cause some impairment-”

“Some impairment?!” Stiles interrupted her, hysterical. “Melissa, she doesn’t fucking know who I am anymore!”

“Even though she’s awake, the swelling can cause confusion, erratic mood swings or memory loss.” Melissa continued, ignoring his outburst. “Let the swelling subside and she’ll remember you.”

“What if she doesn’t?”

“Stiles, you have to give her the time she needs. The days will pass by and she’ll start seeing little things that’ll immediately trigger her memory. Don’t panic just yet.”

“It’s actually kind of my job to freak out before anything happens.” Stiles commented, wiping away his tears.

“This time it’s not.” Derek stated. “This time you’re the one who needs to lead us all.”

“How am I supposed to lead everyone when I’m on the verge of permanently breaking down? She’s my anchor! I don’t know how to do anything without my anchor!”

“Stiles,” Scott called his attention to him. “Be your own anchor.”

~

Explaining everything to (Y/N) was nothing short of a disaster. To learn that you have lost your memory isn’t exactly something easy to take in. She didn’t understand anything that was going on but she was induced into trusting her nurse whose name she learned was Melissa. The one who called himself Stiles, which to (Y/N) was a very funny name but kept that thought to herself, visited her in the hospital every single day as she was forced to stay another week. (Y/N) didn’t know what to make out of that, but she especially didn’t know what to feel when he started bringing her flowers, bears and pictures of them together. He thought the pictures could possibly trigger her memories, but instead they triggered a sense of panic inside of her.

More people came to visit her as the days went on by and she couldn’t recognize any of them. She was scared of the people who loved her, unable to deal with the intensity of their emotions. Most of the time she felt lost with not a single place feeling like home, not a voice to comfort her mind with their familiarity or a set of warm hands she would allow to hold her own. (Y/N) hated that she was disappointing the people who so clearly cared about her, but she was too overwhelmed by it all.

The day she was released was the most intense. Apparently she had no family living in this town they called Beacon Hills — well no family other than her husband. She wants to please him, to recall something of him but there simply isn’t anything there. It’s so strange to her, that someone could know her so well and she couldn’t even return the favor. However, it was decided that she had to go home with him. (Y/N) was terrified at first, but one look into the man’s warm eyes was all she needed to know he had a good soul.

“You okay?” Stiles asked, looking over to his wife sitting in the passenger side of the jeep finally fixed after two very long weeks in repair. She was gazing around the jeep, taking it all in as he drove. It was the first time since she had woken up from her coma that something actually felt familiar.

“I can’t explain it, but this jeep oddly feels like home.” (Y/N) announced and Stiles’ eyes widened at the news.

It’s not just the jeep. I’m your home too. He thought to himself, a stinging pain invading his heart.

“That’s because you’ve been here so many times, it’s simply become apart of you.” Stiles answered.

“No, it’s more than that.” (Y/N) shook her head. “It’s like it ties me to something else that feels like home.”

“S-Someone.” Stiles said before he could stop himself. “Uh, me to be exact.”

“So, you’re my home?” She asked.

“Well, it’s what you said to me in our wedding vows.”

“Wedding vows.” (Y/N) thought aloud to herself. “Jesus, I never actually thought I’d get married some day.”

“To be honest, neither did I.” Stiles chuckled.

(Y/N) looked at him and despite the terrible situation they were in, Stiles looked calm. “What’s our story?” She asked him.

“What do you mean?” He looked over at her before returning to the road.

“How did we fall in love?”

“Well, we met at school in not exactly the most conventional way and that made us become instant best friends.” Stiles explained. “You thought I was funny and I loved how you always laughed at my jokes, something no one else around me did.”

“You’re funny?” She questioned, smirking at him.

“I’m one hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bones. Sarcasm is my only defense.”

“Alright, Mr. Sarcastic Stilinski.” She joked and Stiles almost wasn’t able to handle her calling him the nickname she gave him since the moment they met. He smiled uncontrollably, his happiness suddenly spreading to her. “What?” (Y/N) laughed.

“That’s your nickname for me. You created it when we first met.” Stiles announced and (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile even wider.

It wasn’t exactly a memory, but it was a small part of her resurfacing and that made her heart swell with excitement. The car ride was light and happy as they approached a large and very tall building, no other words needed to be exchanged. They didn’t want to ruin the good mood and decided to let the radio fill the silence instead. Once Stiles parked the jeep, the two jumped out and walked into the building. Stiles led her into an elevator and in a matter of seconds, they walked out of it and approached a large door. The young man pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked it before sliding the door open.

She walked inside and her eyes explored it all. The living room and the bedroom were one big room together, no divisions in between the two. And there was a spiral staircase to what (Y/N) assumed lead to a kitchen upstairs. Here was another place she suddenly felt familiar to. It wasn’t as strong as the jeep, it was like a cloudy dream, but she definitely felt like she’d been here before.

“I’ve been here many times as well, haven’t I?” (Y/N) questioned, looking back at the young man currently sliding the door closed.

“Yeah, you have.” Stiles nodded, walking towards her and for the first time, (Y/N) didn’t shy away. “This used to be Derek’s loft, but he gave it to us as a wedding gift.”

“That’s one hell of a wedding gift.” (Y/N) pointed out.

“Well, he’s a very close friend of ours and he doesn’t even use this place.” Stiles shrugged, putting the keys back in his pocket.

“Derek is the one with the scruff and the leather jacket?”

“Yes,” Stiles chuckled. “That’s our sourwolf.”

“Sourwolf?” (Y/N) questioned, cocking her head to the side in confusion. Stiles held back the need to widen his eyes as he realized he just dropped a really huge bomb on her at literally the worst time.

“Y-Yeah,” He stuttered, saying the first thing that popped into his head. “You know how people like to call each other puppies? Well, we like to call him a wolf.”

“Because he’s like a puppy but too strong to be considered just that so you call him a wolf?” (Y/N) tried to make sense of it and Stiles was glad she came to her own conclusions.

“Exactly!” Stiles sighed in relief.

“Hm, well that sourwolf is very handsome.” She commented, beginning to walk away to explore some more, and Stiles’ jaw dropped.

“Hey, I’m your husband here!” He called, his voice echoing in the loft along with her chuckle.

“I know, Stiles. It’s just an observation.” (Y/N) walked up the staircase.

“That’s one hell of an observation there.” Stiles sassed, following her up to the kitchen. He noticed her looking to the fridge and pushed away his jealousy to focus on what she needed. “Are you hungry?”

“A bit.” She confessed.

“Okay,” Stiles nodded, walking to the fridge as he nodded for her to sit at the table. “Sit down, I’ll make us something to eat.”

“Thank you.” (Y/N) answered, taking a seat.

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“Right.” (Y/N) nodded. “Because you’re my husband.”

“Correct.”

Stiles quickly got to work, pulling out ingredients left and right to make her the most delicious meal he could ever try to. He wasn’t exactly the cook in the relationship, but he wanted to impress her anyway. (Y/N) watched him as he roamed around the kitchen, putting together their dinner. She smiled to herself, noticing just how lost he looked and she quickly realized that she was the one who probably cooked more often.

“Can I ask you something that’s been really bothering me since I found out your name?” She asked and Stiles stopped to nod at her with furrowed eyebrows. “Why did your father name you Stiles Stilinski? Was he trying to get you bullied in school?”

Stiles immediately burst into laughter and (Y/N) smiled with him before he finally caught his breath to speak. “My name isn’t actually Stiles.”

“Oh my God, you’re an imposter!” (Y/N) stood up, scared. “Who the fuck are you?! Who’s the real Stiles?!”

“No, no,” Stiles approached her, his lips still smiling. “Stiles is just a family nickname. It’s what people call me but my real name is actually Mieczyslaw.”

“Miec- what?” She questioned, unable to pronounce it.

“Mieczyslaw.” He repeated.

Her eyebrows furrowed at him. “I’ll just call you Stiles.”

“Fair enough.” Stiles chuckled as they both returned to their previous posts.

“Stiles, how did I get into a car accident?”

“Actually, we um, we were in the accident together.”

“Why didn’t you get as hurt as I did?” (Y/N) asked and Stiles swallowed nervously.

“You weren’t wearing a seatbelt.” He answered, avoiding any other information. Although it didn’t work because like the (Y/N) he has always known, she kept digging.

“Why wasn’t I wearing a seatbelt?”

“Y-You, um, you took it off to focus on something else.” He gulped. “But, hey, dinner’s ready!”

Stiles grabbed plates from the cupboard and quickly put them on the table, then he went into the drawers to grab forks. (Y/N) noticed his change in demeanour and decided to wait until he was finished setting the table and sitting across from her to ask more. When he did sit down and relax, thinking that she had moved on from the topic he quickly realized she hadn’t.

“What was I so focused on that was more important than keeping my seatbelt on?” She asked and Stiles sighed.

“Look, (Y/N), you don’t want to know right now.” He answered. “Just eat your dinner, okay?”

“I do want to know, Stiles.” She pressed. “Or is that even your real name?”

“It’s not, we’ve been over this.” He laughed.

“What was I doing?”

“Something really explicit. Are you sure you want to know?” Stiles questioned, extremely nervous, and she nodded. “You were, um- You were giving me a blowjob.”

“Hm,” (Y/N) thought aloud. “Interesting.”

Stiles was perplexed, shocked even. He expected her to be horrified and completely grossed out about the idea of giving a stranger head, instead she wasn’t. She seemed almost intrigued by it.

“Was I any good?” She asked.

“What?” Stiles asked, caught off guard by the question.

“Am I good at giving you blowjobs?”

“Y-Yes,” He nodded. “You’re very talented at it.”

“Cool,” She smiled and Stiles didn’t know how it was possible, but he fell even more in love with her.

~

“So, we all went to highschool together?” (Y/N) asked the group of people currently sitting with her on the floor in the middle of the loft.

As soon as they had finished eating dinner and Stiles showed her around, hoping to God she would see something she recognized and remember him but unfortunately didn’t, the pack all came piling into the loft to visit them. They wanted to see the girl they all loved so much healthy and out of the hospital. They sat in a circle on the floor, sharing many stories that involved her to hopefully get her to remember. So far, it wasn’t working.

“Well, I didn’t.” Derek pointed out.

“You were always at the school anyway so shut up, Derek.” Stiles spat and (Y/N) held back her laughter, knowing he was still a bit pissy about her calling Derek handsome.

“Jesus Christ, Stiles.” Jackson complained at the human. “Lighten up a little.”

“No.” He pouted, crossing his arms.

“Why not?” The part kanima part werewolf pressed.

“I don’t need to tell you. The answer’s no and that’s that.” Stiles huffed. “You want to hear it in-”

“I don’t want to hear it in Spanish, Stiles.” Jackson rolled his eyes.

Scott looked at his best friend worriedly. They were both sitting across from (Y/N), but you could tell how much Stiles wanted to sit beside her. Instead, Lydia and Malia took that place. The alpha werewolf could see how hurt Stiles was, still not over the fact that his wife doesn’t know who he is. Not that that’s something easy to overcome, but you’d think Stiles would have hope she would remember him again. The thing is, Scott didn’t spend the entire afternoon trying to get passed the invisible wall between them like he did. Stiles showed her everything from the lacrosse hoodie she loved wearing so much to the aluminum baseball bat he would take everywhere with him, but nothing triggered any of her memories. The frustration was starting to get to him and he couldn’t help but think he would never get his wife back.

“Stiles, it’s been one day.” Scott leaned in and whispered to his brother. “She needs more time.”

“But, it’s not even about time anymore, Scott.” Stiles turned to him, his eyes desperate. “I showed her everything we own, everything I own and they all mean nothing to her. She remembers the jeep without actually remembering it but still we’re not moving forward. There’s nothing physical that ties her to me in her mind.”

Scott didn’t know how to respond, I don’t think anyone would know how to respond to such a tragic thing actually. He gave Stiles a squeeze on the shoulder and, suddenly, he felt the emotion underneath him with just a single touch — pain. Stiles was in pain. With tears prickling his eyes and looking around to make sure (Y/N) was too engaged in her “new” friends to notice the two, Scott placed his hand on Stiles’ arm and took away some of his pain. Stiles’ own eyes welled with tears as he watched the black veins appearing on Scott’s hand, drawing away the pain Stiles didn’t want to have anymore.

“Thank you.” Stiles blinked away his tears and Scott gave him a small smile that was full of so much emotion.

“You’re my brother.” Scott nodded, finishing up and retracting his hand. “I’ll always be here for you.”

The two went back to the conversation the group was having and realized they were talking about how Stiles and (Y/N) live in Derek’s loft now. How the place that used to be completely empty aside from a bed, a couch and a table, actually looked like a home.

“That was (Y/N)’s doing.” Stiles announced. “She decorated the whole place and made it proper to live in.”

“I did?” (Y/N) smiled, looking around the place and thinking to herself that she actually had really good taste.

“You did.” Stiles stared longingly at her.

“You know.” Peter spoke up and grabbed all of their attention. “I used to live here, (Y/N).”

“With Derek?” She furrowed her eyes.

The former alpha nodded. “I’m his uncle.”

“You guys look nothing alike.” She chuckled.

“I know.” Derek intervened. “I’m much better looking.”

She tried to hide it, but Stiles definitely noticed the blush on her cheeks as she smiled. He growled internally at the sight, his jealousy returning stronger than ever.

“So, where do you live now?” (Y/N) asked them both.

“I live in South America actually.” Derek answered. “I’m just visiting for the time being.”

“What about you, Peter?”

“I live in an underground network of-” Peter started his sentence, but (Y/N) immediately drifted off when a scene suddenly played in front of her eyes.

“In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods.” A very relaxed Peter answered, his legs up on the coffee table as he leaned back on the couch.

“Whoa, really?” An unknown voice asked behind me.

“No, you idiot.” Peter rolled his eyes, chuckling. “I have an apartment downtown.”

It was the first of many scenes that began resurfacing in her mind, all of them involving Peter. Everyone in the room noticed something was different with (Y/N) as her eyes darted back and forth and they looked as if they weren’t focused on anything in the room, Peter stopping his sentence. Scott and Stiles exchanged glances, wondering if what they were thinking was happening, was in fact happening.

To answer your question, yes, she was remembering. The little infamous Peter quote was enough to trigger every single thing he’s ever said when around her. All of the memories she had of Peter were returning all at once. The ones from when she first found out he was the Alpha to when he saved her in a fight she didn’t understand why she was apart of. Every other face was blurred except for Peter’s.

“You have an apartment downtown.” She announced, smiling ecstatically. “You’re Peter Hale. You were an Alpha werewolf but were killed by someone that looked like a blur. You started out evil, but you changed. You became a good man. You went to hell and back because you couldn’t decide if you wanted to have me killed or save me. But, now, now you’re good. You’ve redeemed yourself.” (Y/N) felt proud herself for finally having a memory triggered. “I remember you.”

“W-What about me?” Stiles asked, suddenly standing up. “When he told us that he had an apartment downtown, I was there with you.”

“Y-You’re the one that believed he lived in caves?” (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows, remembering what was said but not who said it.

“Yes! You remember me!” Stiles eyes gleamed with hope.

“No, I-I don’t.” (Y/N) shook her head, feeling bad. “You’re not in the memory, not even your voice. It was muffled and I couldn’t recognize it. I only saw Peter, I’m sorry.”

“That makes no sense.” Stiles answered in frustration. “How do you remember a memory I’m in but not remember that I’m in it?”

“You’re just a blur.” She replied, getting overwhelmed with how intense he was suddenly being.

“No, you remember me! Just focus on that day, okay? Who asked where he lived? It was me! I did. Try to remember.”

“I-I can’t.” I scrunched my face, trying.

“Try harder.” He pleaded.

“Stiles, I think you should stop.” Scott warned, noticing how scared she looked.

“She remembers me, I know she does Scott.” Stiles shook his head sternly. “You got this, (Y/N).”

“I don’t.” (Y/N) panicked. “I only remember Peter.”

“Think about that day. You’ll remember me.”

“I don’t remember you!” (Y/N) shouted at the top of her lungs, deciding she had enough.

The air in the room immediately became intense and everyone stopped breathing, their hearts aching at the scene in front of them. Stiles and (Y/N) had been in love practically from the moment they met and to see them forced into this tragic situation was hard on every single one of them. When (Y/N) looked into his eyes and saw the pain behind them, she realized her yelling had hurt him more than her forgetting.

“I-I’m sorry.” She apologized, tears forming in her eyes at her outburst. “I’m sorry, Stiles, I-I didn’t mean to.”

“No, it’s fine.” Stiles cried along with her, he took a step to approach her.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) apologized again. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Before he could say anything else, (Y/N) ran up to the kitchen to hide. He knew she going there to cry and if he chased after her right now, it would just overwhelm her even more. With his heart falling into an abyss, Stiles stayed downstairs.

“Are you okay?” Derek asked, being the first to break the awkward silence.

“I will be.” Stiles nodded, wiping away his tears.

“Hey, she fell in love with you once.” The sourwolf shrugged. “She can do it again.”

Stiles’ head lifted and he looked at one of his best friends in hope. He was suddenly optimistic, something no one else in the pack expected to see after what just happened. Stiles, for the first time in a long time, had faith.

“You’re right.” Stiles smiled. “She doesn’t remember the memories we shared together, so I guess we’ll just create new ones.”

Reasons why I love the TEAM6 Animation:

- “Wake up! Prank!” possibly happening to them in real life somehow;

- Evan was only wearing a sweatpants while the others on their white briefs (don’t even ask me why I took note of this lmao);

- Marcel’s girlish scream;

- Deliriou’s teddy bear and “Subscribe to my channel…”;

- Terroriser’s Arnold voice, never gets old;

- Nogla’s “Puncake! Puncake! Puncake!” ringtone and scream (yep);

- Delirious being at Vanoss side…

- YOLO DAMB

- And most of all, Tyler aka I AM WILDCAT SINGING!!!

(Anyways, Evan announced that there’ll be a new music. What if THAT is the music he was talking about? :o Welp, we’ll just find out. lmao)

Hello children it's time for some Trans Boy Michael Mell hcs

- ok so he probably started HRT and changed his name like j u s t before he went into high school so everyone has kinda just always known him as a Guy
- jeremy already knows he’s trans tho cause they’ve been friends for fucking forever and he’s super supportive about it
- like he’ll give like time checks on how long Michael has had his binder on and give him them mf Home baked Cookies after injections cause injections suck
- also did I mention Michael wears a binder cause he totally does
- which probably made the bathroom scene worse cause binder + anxiety = Bad
- anyway he like,,, rarely gets too dysphoric as well cause everyone just knows him as a guy anyway so misgendering is rare
- plus he’s never felt too bad about his body esp after starting hormones so it’s only like occasionally when it happens
- until after the bathroom scene
- and it gets worse cause anxiety + dysphoria = B A D
- and then after the whole Squib Fiasco everyone kinda knows he’s trans cause jeremy but most people are p cool about it
- except this one fucking guy
- there’s always that One Fucking Guy
- and he like confronts Michael about it while Jeremy is somewhere else and proper harasses him with all the transphobic slurs and phrases under the sun
- but then jake and rich come by and they’re like ‘c a n w e h e l p y o u’ to this binch
- and it’s not long until this dude just runs the fuck away but Michael is still super shaken by it
- but then jake and rich are like 'bruh it’s chill forget that guy’ and just,,,, give him so much gender validation and it’s beautiful
- after that he still gets bouts of dysphoria but it’s fine cause the gang (ESP JEREMY) just shower him with validation whenever it gets too bad and it’s gr8 ok I’m done

okay so i’m in love with this girl. it’s been two years and i even have a blog where i write poetry and gush about her so you know it’s real.
anyway we were face-timing and just talking. she said she’d be right back, had to get her glasses. now i knew she had glasses, but i’d never seen her wear them before. i look away from the screen for two seconds, look back, and bam. my princess is sitting there, looking pretty and sweet in her glasses. remember i had never seen her in them before.

most girls would have just complimented her and moved on, but not i. being the incredibly useless lesbian i am, i began to cry. i was so overwhelmed by how incredibly beautiful my precious girl looked in her glasses that i began to weep. she laughed and asked what was wrong. i explained and she only laughed more.

that was a few months ago and i still love her in her glasses. she looks so stunning and i swear that i literally fell in love with aphrodite.

I love him like I love October, all
burgundy and cool winds, spiced rum and matte skin
I hold my feelings between my teeth, let them wriggle but never escape I
bite down on my bark like a World War I surgery, no anesthetic
They called it the Great War because 
no one had even seen anything like it. 
You wear silver rings on every finger like handcuffs, like 
little weights keeping you here with me,
they’re always cold to the touch but I hold your hand anyway,
sometimes I’m convinced you’re something supernatural, 
demon dark eyes, your soul is in pieces somewhere, maybe
in a different time period
No one has ever seen anything like you. 
But find me on Devil’s Night and keep one hand on my throat, 
I swear I’ll spend the rest of my life haunted by your ghost
—  do you want to fall in love before we fall apart? (a.p.)
Reggie Mantle x Reader Locker-room Confessions


Request:
Could you maybe do a Reggie x reader where the reader is Jughead’s sister and she’s getting bullied by Chuck and Moose and he catches her crying in the locker room looking for Archie and comforts her and tells her nice stuff and compliments her and just fluff and cuteness.

A/N: This was my first request so I enjoyed it plenty, I hope you love it or least like it! It takes a while to get to the Reggie x Reader only because I wanted it to have a good storyline. 

Words: 1511

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Summary: Reader is Jughead’s sister and gets bullied and Reggie comes to the rescue. 

Spoilers: There may or may not be a kiss.

Warnings: Like three swear words.


Being Jughead’s sister was not easy at Riverdale High. Everyone questioned you for the small similarities and differences that you had with each other. You hung out mostly with Jughead’s friends since you grew up with them as well.  You were only a year apart in age, but not by grade level. Some even questioned you both if you were twins and Jug became tired of it, so he would claim you were fraternal twins. The high school caste system was not really in favor of you and your brother. You’re brother Jughead had it worse with The Goonies as he called them. He was “freak” to them because he was different than the testosterone filled, brainless guys at your school. Jug was the brooding writer, keeping to himself. You however would dress like him plenty of times, but you liked to try different styles and colors. You were usually the one they’d catch smiling more often. You just tried your best enjoy the hell hole that high school was especially in a small town.

During the weekend you had a sleepover with Veronica and Betty at Veronica’s house. You were mesmerized by the aesthetic of Veronica’s. There was something about big homes that you thoroughly enjoyed, since your family had a small house. You didn’t complain though, you were just happy your family was back together and your dad was getting his act together.

You were thankful for these friends that made Riverdale suck a little less. You had fun with them, as they helped you escape from life for a while when you hung out with them. Veronica was new, but it felt like you had known her all your life. It was now Sunday morning and you all had just eaten breakfast.

“Here you go” Veronica spoke up while you were hanging out in her room.

“What’s this?” You questioned her as you opened the gift bag and took a box out with the most mesmerizing sneaker wedges you had wanted when you guys went window shopping a week before.

Your eyes dilated, and a small smile was forming on your face until you looked up and spoke up “I- I- I can’t take these Ron.”

“Now why not? Those would look great on you with that crop top you bought, but never wore” Veronica declared.

“You would look amazing, (Y/N)” Betty budded in with a smile on her face.

“I just, you guys can’t keep buying me stuff, my parents, and I am not going to be your charity case” you declared with a sad look in your face.

“Oh c’mon you are not my charity case (Y/N/N), I simply bought the wrong size shoe and can’t return them” She retorted.

“Yeah, I was there they would not let her return them” Betty innocently added on the lie.

“You can’t return them?” You questioned Ron with hopeful eyes.

“Nope and now that I look at them they’re not really my style and I don’t want to see them go to waste” Veronica added on with a smirk on her face.

You thanked her, and promised to wear them on Monday, with some ripped skinny jeans and the crop top as you left her house to work your shift at Pops.

Monday came and you hesitated on the outfit, but you put it on anyway since you weren’t going to let down Ronnie, and weren’t going to let your money go to waste by never wearing the crop top.

You took a quick glance in the mirror and smiled confidently and walked out of your home to get to school.

As you arrived, you felt all eyes on you and it made you slightly uncomfortable until you caught a glimpse of Ronnie and Betty and walked towards them.
“Hey” you said shyly to the blonde and brunette.

They turned to look at you and you heard gasps coming out of their mouth with a wide eyes plastered on their faces.

“My god! (Y/N) you are gorgeous” Betty declared.

“The phoenix rises! (Y/N) you look hot!” Ronnie added on and you couldn’t help but cover your face and giggle as Kevin approached you three by the lockers.

He did a double take not believing it was you until he added to the compliments “Smokin’ (Y/N), if I weren’t gay you’d be on my list” as you all laughed at his words.

You all departed to your classes and plenty of people complimented you on your outfit.

It was the end of the day and you were at your locker, when The Goonies approached you in the empty hallway.

You just gave a huff closing your locker thinking you just might get catcalled, surprised though that Reggie was not with them. You remembered you actually hadn’t seen Reggie with them for a couple of days now.

The Goonies were surrounding you, you couldn’t escape them, and they trapped you against your locker.

Moose spoke up “Look at the ugly duckling thinking she is turning into a goose.”

“Yeah Goose” The other jocks repeated.

“Don’t you mean swan?” You retorted sarcastically.

“Whatever, besides you’d never be a swan” Moose scowled at you “I just wanted you to know that not even like that, no one will even look your way”

“I don’t know” Chuck added on “You’d be a good, onetime thing, don’t you think she’d like maple syrup?”  He spoke to the guys and he creepily caressed your cheek as you swapped his hand off your cheek.

“What do you think freak? Would you like a bit of Chuck in your life” he whispered in your ear.

“You’d really consider this piece of trash?” Moose spoke up

“The thing about trash is, you use it, and then when you’re done with it you throw it away” Chuck gave you a smirk as he turned to collect high fives from the guys and you took it as a chance to flee and go looking for Archie in the locker room to ask him to take you home, or ask him where Jughead was.

As you fled from The Goonies, you heard the collective laughter from the venom filled mouths as you tried to hold in your tears.

You arrived at the locker room and much to your dismay it was empty. You started hearing the rain from the outside and realized they probably cancelled practice.

You sat down in one of the benches and started sobbing, until you felt someone sit next you so you stopped and turned your attention to see who it was. 

“I am so sorry about those jerks” Reggie spoke up as he rubbed his thumbs up to cheeks to rid of the tears “They never did learn how to treat a lady” Reggie added.

“What are you doing?” You questioned him, confused as to why he was being so nice to you when he was the one that bullied your brother.

“I- I am” He stuttered as he grabbed you by the hand, not knowing what to say.

“Wow a speechless Reggie that’s new” you chuckled.

“I’m just really sorry about those assholes, I’ll take care of them though” He smiled at you.

“How?” You asked him.

“Well I am captain of the football team (Y/N)” He stated.

“Why would you help me though? They bullied me, and you bully my brother with them” You spoke up “What’s the difference?” you added on.

“(Y/N) I am really sorry about that, I regret ever being rude to Jughead, I really am” He said with disappointed look on his face.

“Why were you rude to Jug? Does this mean you are going to leave him alone? I noticed you haven’t been hanging out with the guys for a while now” You rambled on, not knowing how to react this soft side of Reggie.

“Um” he mumbled while scratching his head “I kind of have a crush on you” He spoke softly with a small smile on his face.

“What?” You gulped as he caught you by surprise.

“I promise to apologize to Jughead,  I know I was stupid for going down that route” He paused and spoke again “I’ll apologize, I swear, wo- woul- would you go out on a date with me? Please?” He proclaimed with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Only if you apologize to Jug” You smiled at him, surprised to seeing this vulnerable side to Reggie made him so much more handsome.

“Deal, Thank you, I will, I’ll also take care of the idiots who bullied you” Reggie proclaimed as he pulled you in for a hug.

As you two pulled away you started missing his tight hug until Reggie grabbed you by the chin and planted his lips on yours.

Your stomach was filled with butterflies and your lips were in sync with his.

“(Y/N) where are you? Moms going crazy, it is raining and you’re not answering your- uh- phone” Jughead interrupted your kiss with wide eyes and wide mouth plastered on his face and you couldn’t help but smile.

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Trans Joker Rambles (because I'm self indulgent)

- J used to bind with tape or bandages because whilst he’s one fancy motherfucker he really has no sense of self preservation and has way too much pride to steal some binders and have people find out he’s trans

- He does, however, get Harley to loot drugstores for painkillers and period products, and shark week is the only time that Harls is allowed to look after him (J gets real bad cramps and sickness and shit when he’s on his period)

- Bruce finds out long before they start dating; Batman bursts into the Jokers hideout, ready to arrest the clown, and is thoroughly confused to find his arch nemesis curled up on a warm armchair, crying and whimpering. At first Batsy thinks joker is ill, but J can’t help but make the empty threat of “I started my day in a pool of my own blood, is that how you’d like to end yours?” And everything sort of clicks in place for Bruce

- J is kinda scared because Fuck, now batsy knows and if he already had slim chances of his enemy ever respecting him, then now he had no chance whatsoever

- as much as Bruce hates joker (well he should anyway, but he can never manage to want the clown gone forever) he’s not a total dick. He decides to let J off for a week, and a couple days later Harley comes home with a package containing two binders and a tub of painkillers, claiming Nightwing had awkwardly handed them to her in the Narrows

- Once Bruce and J start dating (I really need to come up with a backstory for their relationship tbh) Bruce pays for his boyfriends T and binders, and later his surgery too. At first J felt a little annoyed that he’d never managed to pay for these things himself, but it wears off after he gets top surgery and walks around the manor shirtless for weeks until Alfred reminds him it’s winter

- J getting emotional when everyone in the batfam is accepting of him (gender wise anyway, not so much about the “murderous clown dating Bruce” thing)

- Joker being trans but that not meaning he can’t be feminine or wear dresses

- Joker being trans and still smashing the gender binary

- Joker being trans and Bruce still loving him completely and cutting off anyone who claims J isn’t a real man

Got inspired by this… and I apologize for all the fluff omg the fluff…


Yuri is making himself a cup of coffee in the morning, wearing one of Otabek’s shirt, too short on him now but also a bit too big around the shoulders. It’s falling a bit, exposing his collarbones and leaving a silver of his stomach bare. He is wearing thick grey sweatpants too because winter is at its peak and despite the heating it’s still a bit chilly in his appartment.

He is thinking about last night, knowing that there is some bruises and bite marks covering his pale skin, he is lost in the wonderful memories of Otabek’s mouth against his skin… And suddenly there is a pair of strong arms around his waist and said mouth is pressed against the side of his neck, “Good morning.”

He knows his cheeks are turning pink, they always do whenever Otabek shows the smallest kind of affection. He feels his boyfriend’s smile against his bare shoulder and there his a low chuckle vibrating from Otabek’s chest to Yuri’s own, straight to his heart. And those lips, this smile is pressed against the heated skin of his cheek when Otabek reaches up on his tip toes to kiss him again.

“You hungry?” Otabek asks him, as he leaves him suddenly cold without the wonderful pressure of his body against Yuri’s. He walks towards the fridge and starts making them something to eat, stealing a few glances over his shoulder at Yuri’s, eyes gleaming when he takes in the flush still covering his lover’s cheeks.

*

A few days later, Yuri comes back home and there is a huge bouquet of flowers on the kitchen counter. Flowers of all shades of purple and it’s the prettiest bouquet he’s ever seen. Otabek is smiling at him from the couch where he was lounging, his book left open on his knees.

“What?” Yuri starts but he is speechless, his face turning red because as he forgotten something? Is it there anniversary already?

“You had a few rought days at practice, thought it would cheer you up,” Otabek says as he is walking closer, hair still damp from his shower and smelling like Yuri’s honey shampoo. 

Yuri looks at his feet, a bright smile taking over his features and his face burning up. Otabek puts a few fingers under his chin, silently asking Yuri to look at him. He is frowning a bit, concern filling his deep brown eyes, “Is this alright?” 

Yuri only nods, wrapping his long arms around Otabek’s shoulder and hugging him close, “Yeah, it’s perfect.”

Otabek frees himself from Yuri’s embrace just for a few seconds, just to press a few fingertips against Yuri’s cheeks, then he kisses it. Yuri can feel Otabek’s smile against his skin.

*

They are waiting in line at this nice little coffee shop close from Yuri’s flat and he is looking through his Instagram when he feels Otabek’s arm around his waist, a soft peck left at his temple. Yuri is thinking about getting an undercut but is a bit scared of the big change so, Otabek braided his hair this morning, close enough to his skull that it almost gives the same effect. Yuri loves it.

Otabek reaches up and kisses his handiwork. Yuri can feel him smile as soon as he knows his cheeks start heating up. Otabek leans his head on Yuri’s shoulder as they wait, fingers reaching up and under Yuri’s shirt leaving a warm, comforting presence against the skin of his waist.

On cue, Yuri’s skin is getting redder and Otabek starts laughing.

Yuri turns his head to look at him with a fond smile “Why do you enjoy making me blush so much?”

Otabek looks up at him, with a smile and a wink “It’s my favorite thing. That I can make the Ice tiger of Russia a bit weak.”

“Shut up!” 

Otabek shrugs, still smiling, “It’s true though, in all the years we’ve known each other, I never saw you blush for anyone else.” And he looks so proud of himself as he says those words, and he says them with a straight face like he is not ashamed of being so sappy and in love. 

“I don’t wanna blush for anyone else, anyway,” Yuri mumbles, looking at his phone instead of Otabek’s eyes because he isn’t brave like his boyfriend is. Yuri doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve like Otabek does, but he wants to try. For him.

He is rewarded by a quick kiss against the corner of his mouth because they are still in public and the coffee shop if a bit crowded but there is some stars shinning in Otabek’s eyes when he looks up at Yuri and he smiles so bright when he whispers “good” with his lips pressed against Yuri’s cheeks, “that’s all I’m asking for.”

Okay, so there’s an area in Chicago where there are a lot of choice Ethiopian restaurants, but for many, many years, my friends and I have had a specific favourite. Even now that I’ve been living in Michigan for four years, whenever I come back to visit, we always get together and have dinner at this particular restaurant. 

Right, so my friend just went there today with her son, who is six, and even though they are Reform Jews, lately he’s gotten really into wearing his kippah at all times. So anyway, my friend just texted me because apparently the woman who is both the owner and chef just came out of the kitchen massively excited because she’s an Ethiopian Jew and until today, she had never realised that we were also Jewish! 

So now she’s sitting at the table teaching Hebrew phrases to my friend’s son and telling them about the Seders they’ve hosted at the restaurant, and holy shit I just love being Jewish so much. 

I love how, even when scattered in the diaspora, we always find each other and we are always connected <3 

NCT 127 reaction to you taking their sweater because it smells of them

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Anon: Heyy, can you please do of NCT 127 members’ reaction to you taking their sweater because it smelled like them?

I’ve been lacking a lot of inspiration lately so decided to go for this fluffy reaction although tbh i suck at fluff lol so hopefully this’ll get the inspo flowing again. Also, thank you for 6.2k followers! Pretty good early birthday present tbh :’)

also hello i am back to doing requests and reactions instead of series :)


Taeil:

Originally posted by nct-madness

Taeil, I honestly don’t see as having much of a reaction which is sometimes the case for people. He’d notice this habit of yours almost instantly, smiling fondly when your hands reach out to take his hoodie resting on his bed and then slip it on. He’s old enough to know, and probably has had this happen to him before, to know that that’s just what some people like to do. A bit of a shrug and okay, whatever situation. He’d have more a response if someone else pointed it out, asking you why you were wearing his hoodies. It wouldn’t be the question that’d make him flustered and make his heart flutter though – it’d be your reply. To him, it’d be so sweet and innocent and precious of you to say that you feel safe and comforted wearing it, knowing it reminded you of him. He’d probably make some odd sound, one between a wince and sigh, to cover up his inwards squeals of happiness, “Y/N, ah, why are you doing this to me?”


Johnny:

Originally posted by jaehyun-a

I feel like it’d take a long time for Johnny to actually notice this because, of course, why on earth would you tell him this? Over the course of a few weeks/months, he’d notice how his sweaters would, one by one, start to vanish but then reappear in his wardrobe again a few days later. And he’d swear he’d have seen them somewhere within that time basically on u but he wouldn’t actually notice it lol Finding out would prompt a totally melodramatic and hysteric Johnny, wailing his arms about dramatically and wailing when he walks in on you trying to take one of his worn sweaters away with you. You, of course, would be startled at first and genuinely think that Johnny was upset and angry with you. But then you’d turn bored once you realise he was just being a drama queen. “Why would you do this to me!” “This is illegal, stealing is illegal, Y/N!” “My beloved sweaters! Stolen away from a random, little person in my bedroom! Help!” He’d honestly have such an exaggerated and ridiculous reaction to catching you in the act, but really, he’d find it quite cute and would only be acting like this to cover up any coo’s or aww’s and so that he looks like the big man and shit lol


Taeyong:

Originally posted by taeyongd

Taeyong would be so in love with you and shit that he’d probably ask you to wear them himself. “Sharing is caring, Y/N….And no, I don’t want your bright pink shorts, thanks…” would probably be how the whole thing kicked off and to be honest, you certainly didn’t mind taking his sweaters. He’d give them to you purely the fact he’d like seeing you in it but if you tell him you like wearing them because they smell of him, expect a very flushed and cutesy Taeyong. I’ve mentioned this about him before, but he’d ask a lot of questions as to why this or why that, a bit like a toddler does lmfao. He wouldn’t really know why he was asking this either, knowing fully well whatever the answer was, he’d just blush and turn all soft on you. It’d be something he’s quite proud of two, telling the other members how amazing and cute you are for taking his sweaters for that particular reason. Whoever’s listening probably just roles their eyes letting him go off on some kind of reminiscent talk about you and your relationship or something.


Yuta:

Originally posted by nctinfo

You can be sure that Yuta will reap all the benefits he can and just roll about in your shyness and awkwardness. Like Taeil, he’d realise what you were doing pretty quickly and manage to suss out the reason why too, without even having to ask. He’d let you carry on a few more times before slowly starting to hide away any of his sweaters and stop wearing them as often. Just seeing your slightly shocked and upset face, the one of a guilty girlfriend who’s just realised she’s been caught out by her own boyfriend, would really make Yuta laugh and giggle. He’d tease you a lot, basically a bit of light taunting, but he’d only be messing about with you. Pinching your cheeks, cooing at you, excitedly twirling you around in circles, he’d just enjoy seeing you all flustered and awkward. But that’d the case a lot of the time and just a way of Yuta concealing his own awkwardness.


Doyoung:

Originally posted by y-ta

I think Doyoung would react a lot like Johnny would, but in his typical, slightly pessimistic way that he has. He wouldn’t catch you in the middle of stealing one of his sweaters, but he’d casually notice you wearing one, one day and ask “hey, isn’t that mine?” You’d smile shyly and utter a reply, “yes…?” Dramatically, he’d sigh, throwing his arms up wildly. “How long have you been taking them? How many have you taken? Do you give them back?”, he’d ask quickly and your replies would just be, “a long time, I lost count and yes, I always give them back” – basically, a set of ideal answers, but not for Doyoung! “Ah, Y/N! I’m not made of money! Those things are 100% cotton and cost me my well-earned money. I’m not your local clothing store!”, he’d “rant” a little, trying to hide his smile but ultimately failing in the process too. If this was any other situation (or person), he’d manage to keep this act up a little bit longer and convince them he was genuinely annoyed. But he’d find this so adorable and unexpected, he wouldn’t be able to contain himself.


Jaehyun:

Originally posted by mypeachprince

Unlike a lot of the other members who would either a) tease you or b) be all awkward and stiff, Jaehyun’s reaction would be quite sweet and sincere. You, yourself, wouldn’t be shy of telling him that you were “secretly” taking his hoodies but you also wouldn’t be yodelling it from the top of the mountains either and he would just smile and hum in response, bringing you into a tight hug and reassuring you that you’re welcome to take any of his clothes whenever and wherever without doing it in secret. From then on, he’d start wearing oversized shirts and sweaters more often, sometimes giving you a few at a time if he hadn’t seen you in a few days, just so you could wear them and he could admire you in them. I think just sharing clothes in general would become the norm between you two as well; you’d have a lot of large sweaters in your own wardrobe and he’d sometimes take them because they’d smell of you too. The whole thing wouldn’t feel awkward or something to be shy or secretive about, it’d be rather cute and normal.


WinWin:

Originally posted by minhynug

At first, he’d find it a little odd, not really making the connection between you taking his clothes and why. Not saying anything, he’d ponder on it for a while, innocently asking another member why you might’ve done it. Their shocked and amused face would only confuse him more - but he’d honestly not realise the reason behind it and think perhaps you’ve taken it without realising well, you wouldn’t have told him either so- He’d end up randomly asking you one day why you keep taking his sweaters, just whilst you were doing something boring and ordinary together like washing the dishes or something. Hearing no reply and seeing how you had stopped in your tracks, he’d questioningly look at you, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You’d mutter the reason ever so quietly, but loud enough for him to hear, only for you to stand there together, hands soaked in dirty water and clutched onto cutlery and plates, faces red and blushed.


Mark:

Originally posted by jaehyun-a

Mark is one of the youngest but I think he’d act pretty mature in this case – a little like Taeil. Seeing you engulfed in his clothes would just be a “okay, cool” kind of thing for him, not thinking much as to the reason why you might be doing or just the plain fact you were wearing his clothes. If someone else pointed it out, he might blush a bit, coughing out of awkwardness and not really saying/doing much in response. His weird and mixed reactions would confuse you a bit, you might start thinking that he actually doesn’t like you taking his clothes but isn’t saying anything to be polite. Slowly, you’d stop taking his sweaters over time, until it basically never happened again. But, Mark would notice this and he’d also be confused, not realising why you were now stopping. Innocently, he’d give you one of his sweaters, giving you a warm smile and sympathetic look, just hoping that you’d take it and wear it since he really did like seeing you on them. You’d take it and wear it, as he hoped, and take it as the okay to wear his things again.


Haechan:

Originally posted by jeongyunos

This would come as a complete and utter shock to Haechan. I don’t think the possibility of you taking his sweater anyway, let alone because it smelt of him, would have even crossed his mind. He’d think of it as something that only happen in movies or dramas and that no one in real life does it. Seeing you all wrapped up and practically swallowed by the thick material of his sweater, he’d blush profusely and turn away before you spotted him. He might have to take a few moments to himself to gather a few breathes and just calm down. He’s still super young so of course, naturally, he’s going to be flustered and his heart’ll be racing because he didn’t tin t was possible for you to look any cuter. Casually, he’d walk back in and just carry on with things as they were, not mentioning what he done. He wouldn’t bring it up or point you wearing his clothes out, but he might “accidentally” and subtly leave one of his sweaters at yours in hope that you’ll take it and wear it.

froggieboidropthabeat  asked:

So what happened on richie and eddie’s first date?)

-Richie asks Eddie out the summer before there sophomore year in high school

-He had been crushing on Eddie for a few years now and figured he’d better get to him before some other asshole did

-Richie planned out what he was going to say to him and practiced it in the mirror like ten times before he went over to Eddie’s house.

-He ended up forgetting everything he practiced the moment Eddie opened the door

-“So Kaspbrak we goin on a date or what?”

-After blushing and stuttering for what felt like 10 minutes and then asking if it was some prank that would end in a joke about his mom, Eddie agreed to go with him.

-They decided to go the movies to some horror film that Mike had told them about.

-Eddie changed his shirt 4 times before deciding on red polo shirt (Richie once told him that he looked extra cute in red)

-But that’s not why he chose it (yes it was)

-Richie changed his shirt too but he changed his because he realized that he had put on way to much cologne and he didn’t want to cause Eddie to have an asthma attack.

-Richie decided not too wear his glasses because he thinks that they make him look like a “Bug eyed freak” (Henry Bower’s words not his)

-But it’s fine because he doesn’t even really need them anymore (Yes he does)

-Richie wanted to be able to pay for everything (cause he’s a gentlemen or some shit like that) so he spent the week mowing peoples yards so that he’s have enough for the movie and so that Eddie could get whatever snacks he wanted (For a little thing that kid could fuckin eat)

-He also knows that Eddie loves to play the claw machines that are inside the movie theater. He’ll spend every penny he has on them and never win anything.

-Richie was determined to win him something tonight

-Richie picked Eddie up at 7:30 and he was wearing that red polo shirt that he looks so fucking cute in.

- “Damn Eds you look even better then your mom did when I took her out last night”

-”Shut up Trashmouth and don’t call me that. I’m surprised you can even see me without your glasses on. Where are they anyway?“

-“Oh I uh I don’t need em. I can see your cute face just fine without em Eds don’t worry”

-“Richie you need to wear your glasses it’s not good for your eyes when you don’t” Eddie pulled out the back up pair that he always kept with him from his fannypack

-“Besides” Eddie said while he placed the glasses on Richie’s face “I think that they make you look cute”

-This was the first time in almost ten years of friendship that Eddie had actually seen Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier speechless

-At the movie theater Eddie got like 4 boxes of candy and complained when Richie tried to pay but also didn’t argue to much because Eddie pays for Richie’s food all the time

-Eddie also thought it was pretty adorable that Richie wanted to pay for everything

-The movie they watched kinda sucked but they were both to nervous to pay attention anyway

-Richie really wanted to hold Eddie’s hand but was scared that he would pull away and say something about germs and how Richie’s hand were probably filthy

-They usually were but Richie washed his hands thoroughly three times before picking him up specifically so that he could hold his hand.

-Eddie wanted Richie to hold his hand to but was scared that Richie would make fun of him for it so instead he just kept inching his hand closer to his in hopes that Richie would get the hint

-Richie finally did grab his hand about halfway through the movie and was relieved when Eddie didn’t pull away but he almost died when Eddie rested his head on his shoulder

-They stayed like that for the rest of the film and when the movie was over after spending another 8 dollars in the claw machine Richie won Eddie a stuffed bear

-They walked to Eddie’s house still holding hands and when they reached his porch Richie kissed his cheek

-Before Richie walked away Eddie grabbed Richie’s cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss on the lips

-It was the second time in one night that the boy who was known for always having something to say was left speechless

Wow this is long I’m sorry

@ my anxiety: why are u more concerned about a tame party than the marketing test immediately before it that i still haven’t studied for

I bet that Simon loved his first Fall with Baz.
I bet Baz introduced him to pumpkin scones with the really good icing, and Simon couldn’t stop eating them.
I bet his favorite thing to do was cuddle with Baz in front of the house’s big fireplace, staring at the flames or a book and enjoying each other’s company.
I bet he made Baz play Fall songs on his violin just so he could watch him, because Simon liked to look at Baz.
I bet he really wanted a dog.
I bet Penny knitted him a sweater for his tail, which made Baz laugh but he liked it anyway.
I bet he jumped in every leaf pile he saw, which drove Baz insane (but in a fond way).
I bet he dragged Baz in to every coffee shop they saw so he could try the scones.
I bet he loved wearing oversized sweaters as much as Baz loved seeing him in them.
I bet Baz showed him the wonders of Netflix and they watched Brooklyn Nine Nine and Sherlock while sipping hot apple cider, because Simon liked that better than hot chocolate.
I bet that Baz’s first Fall with Simon might’ve been his favorite part of his life.
I bet he loved the excuse to randomly curl up with Simon and just enjoy his presence, because that’s what he’d wanted to do ever since he met Simon.
I bet he lit the fireplace every morning just so he could see Simon’s sleepy smile when he saw.
I bet he wanted a dog as much as Simon did, but he knew the old house just wasn’t a good place for one.
I bet that he kept a space heater in his room so Simon wouldn’t catch a cold, but he did anyway.
I bet he liked to watch Simon more than he liked to watch their shows, but he never let on because Simon was so enthralled by the television.
I bet he bought Simon sweaters because he knew how much he loved wearing them.
I bet he painted little orange leaves on his violin because he thought they were cute, and Simon was shocked when he saw.
I bet he was amazed at the feeling of content that all of it brought him.