she's all grown up and in college now

Loverboy (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Request - hello!!! can i have a richie x reader imagine where the reader is older than richie (and because of that richie doesn’t think he has a chance) and they all go swimming and when reader strips he gets super flustered and everyone else checks them out so he gets jealous and the boys start teasing him by making him more jealous and eventually he confesses and yay!!

You can read part 2 here

 Loverboy

That summer was loud music blaring through car speakers. It was the smell of burning fires and the sound of splashing water. That summer was a friendship nobody thought would last, but did. It was the crackling of the open flame as a group of losers sat around, sharing their stories and wondering when they would come to their ends, not in the sense of their deaths, but the death of their friendships. But most importantly, that summer was the realization that they were now “grown up”. They had jobs. They had cars and lives and were seniors in high school. And soon they would all be parting ways for college and going with their own lives.

That summer, most importantly for Richard Tozier, was the summer that he fell in love, no matter how cheesy that sounded. She was a freshman at the community college, and everything about her screamed “dream girl” in his eyes. But she was older, and in college. He never stood a chance with her, even if she was only a year older. Why would any girl as rad as her want to hang out with a loser like Richie?

YN was best friends with Beverly, having met while Bev was out taking photos that summer. YN walked into frame by pure coincidence, and suddenly became the muse that Beverly had been searching for, for so long.

“Please don’t move!” Bev called out, not asking the girl if it was okay to take her picture, but lifting her camera up to her face quickly to snap the picture. Much to her surprise, the girl didn’t flinch or move an inch, staying still so that she would be able to quickly take the picture. “Thank you…” Beverly breathed out as she lowered the camera, causing the girl to laugh and turn her head towards her.

“Normally I would start a conversation with hey or something, but that’s fine too I guess.” YN said, smirking slightly as she studied the red headed girl that stood before her, fiddling with the film camera that was between her hands delicately. Beverly laughed, nodding her head in agreement and smiling at her sheepishly.

“Yeah, normally I would too, but you walked into frame at the right moment and I couldn’t waste the perfect opportunity. I’m Beverly Marsh, you must be new to Derry, I haven’t seen you around.” She stated, holding her hand out for YN to take in her own. YN tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and smiled back, shaking her hand as she nodded her head at Beverly.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N. I just moved here with my family a few weeks ago. I haven’t really left my house since we got here, since I don’t know anybody.” YN explained to Bev, rubbing the back her neck. A large grin spread over Beverly’s face and she placed a hand on her own hip gently.

“Well now you know me, and I have a few friends that you can meet too. Not many, but nobody really needs that many friends to begin with.” She said, before taking YN’s wrist between her skinny fingers and tugging her gently. YN’s eyes widened slightly, not expecting Beverly to be this straight forward and forceful. Something inside of her told her to turn around and walk away, that this girl was probably on more drugs than she knew what to do with, but something else was telling her to go. What was there for her to lose? She left everything back in her hometown, every friend that she had and every dream that she was pursing. It was one of the first weeks of summer and she had been expecting to spend the rest of it cooped up in her new bedroom, staring at the walls and wanting to tear her eyes out of her face. Even if this girl did brutally murder her, at least it would be some form of entertainment at this point.

On the somewhat short journey that Beverly took YN on, she basically explained her life story. How she was supposed to have been meeting these friends of hers at the quarry and how she had let that completely slip her mind while she was taking pictures. She had been searching for the perfect muse for months and hadn’t been able to find it until YN came along and basically got in the way, but it was the best thing that could have happened to Beverly in her eyes. When they finally arrived, all eyes were on her. Six boys were sitting next to the water and had all simultaneously looked up once Beverly’s feet hit the rocks.

“This is YN. She’s new.” Bev introduced, and that was it. That was the only thing that Beverly had to say to convince the boys that YN was okay, that she wasn’t like people in the past who had bullied them or picked on them. These boys trusted Beverly more than YN had seen anyone trust someone before, which in a way was shocking but also endearing as well. This also happened to be the moment when Richie realized that, maybe he wasn’t some hard ass that had no feelings after all.

Puberty had been kind to Richie. He grew tall, but was still the lanky child he had always been. Facial wise, he had become more handsome over the years, opting to still wear his large frame glasses for conventionality. His hair was slightly longer, his jaw stronger and more prominent. He was the model for many pictures that Beverly took. He was still the loud mouth that he had been growing up, maybe slightly worse now that he was older. His overall wardrobe consisted of more “grunge” clothing as he liked to describe it, but it was more just him not trying, as Eddie often described it.

The moment he laid his eyes on YN though, the cool façade that he liked to give up melted away into the water at his feet, as if it was never there in the first place. He pushed his glasses up with a shaky hand and unsteady breath and the only words he could say were, “Oh fuck, dude..” The weeks that followed this encounter were filled with Richie trying to build up the courage to talk to her, always watching as the other built friendships with her and made her laugh, something that he wished he could build the nerve the to do but he couldn’t even admit to himself that he liked her to begin with. Her eyes would land on him for a moment while she spoke to someone else, scanning his body and smiling once she reached his face, causing him to blush slightly and not realize that this girl was blatantly checking him out. This would always cause him to look away, not wanting her to see the blush that covered his pale cheeks and she would pout slightly, feeling as though he was just not interested in her that way.

               It was the night that they decided to have their biggest bonfire of the summer, a sort of celebration, a way to initiate their new member of the losers club, right there on the cliff. Richie was volunteered, much against his will, to go pick up YN from her house. It wasn’t that she couldn’t drive herself, but the less cars that were there, the better, just for space reasons. It also wasn’t that he didn’t want to pick her up, because that was far from the case. It was more that, he was afraid of the way he felt for her, and he didn’t know how to even start a conversation with the girl.

He played music loudly from the speakers of his car, mostly The Cure, his voice quietly singing along as he drove down YN’s street. When he saw her sitting against the curb, a backpack slung over his shoulder, he felt a warm feeling flood his body and his cheeks turned slightly pink. He rolled his window down, sliding his glasses down his nose and leaned himself against the center console, trying his best to be his usual self as he smiled at her while she stood.

“Hey lil momma, lemme take you for a spin.” He said smoothly, mentally slapping himself for saying something so corny. A grin broke out over her face and she laughed, shaking her head and throwing her backpack into the back seat as she slid into his car.

“Wow, use that on all the ladies?” She asked him with a raised eyebrow, making him shake his head quickly.

“Only the pretty ones. And the only other pretty ladies that I know are Eddie’s mom.” Richie told her in a matter-of-fact tone, causing her to erupt with laughter, pushing his shoulder gently. He smiled, pushing his glasses back up and settling back into his seat. “Also, just so you’re aware, if I hadn’t pushed my glasses back up I would be blind. Like a bat.” He informed her. YN looked over slowly, an eyebrow raised.

“You sure you can drive us?” She asked slowly, making him laugh and nod his head, putting the car back into drive.

“Most definitely.” He told her sassily, pulling the car back off onto the road easily. He reached over, turning the radio back up and jumping slightly as YN squealed with excitement.

“I love this song!!” She said, turning the radio up even louder, almost to ear splitting volume. Richie could feel his heart beating heavier in his chest at her words. Not only was she attractive, but she liked the same music as him, and actually laughed at his jokes without calling him a creep. He felt as if at any second he would melt into a fucking puddle, which was not something he needed right now.

“I could…make you a mixtape sometime…if you wanted?” Richie offered, having to yell over the music so that she would be able to hear him. YN’s whole face lit up as he looked at her quickly, nodding her head enthusiastically at his offer.

“I would love that, Richie!” She yelled back, pulling her legs up underneath herself in her seat and singing along to the music loudly, making Richie smile even bigger than he was before.

“Fucking perfect…” Richie whispered to himself, chuckling and shaking his head slightly. The girl that sat in the seat next to him was nothing less than perfect in his eyes, which wasn’t something he felt about someone before. Maybe when he was younger, but not anyone in recent years. It wasn’t his style to have a crush on someone, and he really didn’t want to change that now. She sat next to him now in a pair of denim shorts and an oversized tshirt that she had tucked a corner of into the pocket of her shorts. Otherwise it would look like she wasn’t wearing pants. Everything about her made his heart pound roughly in his chest, feeling like it would explode any second as they drove down to the cliff side. She had begun to lean closer to him subconsciously over the center console, their arms brushing against each other as they both leaned against it gently.

“Sorry!” She had said, causing him to shake his head. What he had wanted to say in return was something along the lines of, ‘No please, touch me more’ but how could a teenage boy say that without it sounding like the weirdest thing you had ever said in your life? He kept his mouth closed as he gently pulled her arm closer, laying his own over hers gently, fingers touching hers gently. Her cheeks heated up as she looked down at her lap, her internal voice screaming for her to slide her fingers between his smoothly, yet she couldn’t get the nerve to do so. He watched the road intently, not wanting to look at her because he knew that if he did, in that moment that they made eye contact, he would end up becoming a huge pussy and pulling his arm away back to the steering wheel that he had been expertly turning with one hand. Something about this girl was fucking up his insides, and he loved every second of it.

               When the pair approached the cliff, YN jumped out of Richie’s car, a large smile spread over her face while she walked towards Beverly, ready to spill every aspect of what had just happened to her. If anyone knew how YN felt about Richie, it would be Beverly. A few nights prior, YN had spent the night with Bev and spilled her feelings about Richie to her. The only issue was the he was younger, and she didn’t think he would like her because of that. No matter how much Beverly argued about that fact, YN still felt like he would prefer a girl his age, maybe even younger than him. Even though he was by far taller than her, and more confident in most aspects, she wasn’t sure he would still like her the way she liked him. Everyone saw the way Richie looked at her, therefor everyone knew how he felt. Everyone except for her, and nobody wanted to spill it to her before Richie did it himself. Richie walked towards Eddie and Bill who stood, trying to start the fire. His hands were shoved deeply into the pockets of his tight jeans, his head hanging low and his curly falling in his eyes. As he approached, Eddie looked up with a small smile on his face.

“Did you tell her yet?” He asked Richie quietly, looking around for YN to make sure she wouldn’t hear, just incase he hadn’t yet told her about his feelings. Richie shook his head, sighing a little bit. Nobody had ever heard Richie quite so quiet in their lives, so it was slightly unsettling that he was being so quiet now.

“We talked about music. I’m making her a mixtape.” Richie said, looking up, squinting his eyes from the setting sun slightly. Eddie stared at him, then rolled his eyes.

“Are you serious? Richie, if you don’t tell her soon, someone else is going to confess to her. Just because we’re her only friends right now doesn’t mean that she won’t make new friends once she starts college. You’ve gotta tell her soon.” Eddie told him, throwing another stick onto the fire that they had began. Bill looked over, nodding in agreement.

“I t-think that Mike was ta-ta-talking about her the other day.” Bill informed him. Richie’s body tensed and he slowly looked over at Bill, an eyebrow raised. Everyone knew how Richie felt, and for Bill to say that one of their own friends was talking about YN made his blood boil. Bill chuckled when he saw Richie’s expression, poking the fire with the end of his stick, then dropping it into the flame. “Just going to ha-have to be faster, L-l-loverboy.” He teased, turning and walking towards Stan, Mike and Ben. YN and Beverly stood off towards the trees, YN telling Beverly excitedly what had happened on the way there. Beverly smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder and shaking her head, laughing.

“I told you, loser. He does like you.” Bev said, looking over and making eye contact with Richie before winking in his direction, then pulling YN over to the fire. “We have to initiate her. Make her an official loser.” Beverly stated loudly for everyone to hear, causing everyone to look over, grins slowly spreading over all their faces simultaneously. YN looked nervously over at Beverly.

“Initiate? You guys aren’t going to do something weird, are you?” YN asked in a quiet whisper, rubbing her hand on the back of her neck as she looked around at everyone. It was beginning to get darker, and the sun slowly setting. Beverly looked up at the sky, then shook her head at YN’s question.

“No, but we have to hurry. It’s starting to get dark.” She said, only causing YN to get more nervous at what they were about to do to her that would require daylight. Beverly slowly pulled YN over to the edge of the cliff, a smirk on her face. “You have to jump, YN.” She informed her. YN took a step back, staring at Beverly as if she was crazy.

“Fucking jump?? Beverly are you trying to kill me? I know I make a lot of jokes about wanting to die but I’m not serious about it, dude, I’m not ready to fucking die.” YN said exasperated, pointing to the edge of the cliff. “This is really fucking high. I’m a small girl, dude. I will DIE.” She added making Beverly erupt into giggles, shaking her head and pushing her shoulder gently.

“We all did it when we were 13, you’re not going to die. Come on, YN. We’ll all jump in after you, right guys?” Beverly turned her head and looked at the others, waiting for them to nod their heads in agreement. She smiled as they nodded in her direction and YN sighed, looking over the cliff one last time before she shook her head and began pulling her shirt over her head.

“Fuck it.” She said loudly, throwing her t-shirt at Stan, who caught it and placed it down neatly on the ground. The boys stared at her with wide eyes, not meaning to look at her as long as they were but also not being able to help it at the same time. She kicked her shorts off, throwing them in the same direction as her shirt, crossing her arms over her stomach and looking down again at the water, taking a deep breath. Bill bit his lip gently as he looked at her, looking over at the others.

“Damn…” He whispered, not stuttering as he said this, the others nodding in agreement. All but Richie. He watched her carefully, his heart audibly pounding in his chest. His eyes scanned her figure, his cheeks heating up as he looked her over. He bit his lip, raising his hand to his mouth and placing his thumb against his bottom lip gently.

“What if she gets hurt?” Was the only thing he was able to say as he watched her talk to Beverly for a moment before taking a few steps back. The others just shook their heads in response, watching her as she readied herself for the jump. He looked at them all, feeling his chest get warm with anger. “Quit being fucking perverts, assholes.” He growled out, punching Bill in the arm for staring just a little too long. The looks that he received when he had said this were those of shook, no one believing that this was Richie Tozier that was sitting here, telling THEM to not be perverts. They just didn’t understand how much he truly liked this girl, though. His heart beat became erratic as he watched her sprint to the edge, and just as she jumped over the side he stepped forward, wanting to go after her even though he knew she would be okay. They had all done it before, it wasn’t anything new, but he wanted to protect her from everything and anything. He looked over at the others who were now taking their shirts off to jump in as well, and he quickly undressed himself, wanting to be the first one to get to her. He threw his clothes on top of hers, his glasses on top of the pile, and he dropped into a dead sprint after her. The water was cold as he hit it, and when he came up for air he looked around for her with wild eyes, pushing his hair out of his face. She was sat against the cliffs edge, breathing heavily as she sat on the rocks. He smiled as he swam towards her, pushing himself up on the rock next her.

“Welcome to the losers club, asshole.” He teased, smiling as she giggled and pushed him. She was shivering when she touched him, her skin as cold as ice and he looked down at her. “Cold?” he asked, pulling her close to his much warmer body when she nodded her head in response. Her face grew bright red when he pulled her to his side, and she laughed when the rest of the losers jumped into the water, all yelling loudly and pushing each other under the water. She pulled herself away from Richie, though he really wished that she hadn’t and swam towards them to join in on the fun that they were having. Richie gave a small sigh as he watched her, wishing that he could just man up and tell her how he really felt about her. The longer that she swam around the others, the more he wanted to punch all of them in the face, not caring that these were his best friends that he was talking about. He wanted nothing more than to for her to be his, but he couldn’t voice this to her only due to the fact that he didn’t know how. The more they flirted with her, the angrier he got, his face growing more and more red as he watched. Finally, he stood up with a loud sigh, walking back up the cliff side to get away from them and calm himself down. She wasn’t his, yet here he was, acting as if she was and as though he was allowed to get mad at this, though he knew very well that he couldn’t. Shit, as far as he knew, she didn’t even like him that way. And she probably never would, as far as he was concerned.

He pulled a pair of boxers out of the back of his car that he had brought with him, not wanting to have to sit around in wet boxers for the rest of the night. He walked back over to his clothes that laid on top of YN’s, pushing his glasses back up onto his face and searching the pile for his jeans. He turned his head when he heard laughter coming closer to him, his wet curls stick to his face. The others must have gotten bored, since they were already coming back. His cheeks grew hot when he saw Stan’s arm lazily slung over YN’s shoulders. Richie stood, grabbing his shirt roughly from the pile and pulling it over his head, then leaning again to pick up his hoodie but stopping himself, staring at it amongst the other clothes that were in the pile as well. YN walked over, picking her clothes up and smiling slightly at Richie.

“Hey, your hoodie.” She said, picking it up for him, reaching her hand out to give it to him but he pushed her hand back.

“You can wear it, so you don’t get your shirt wet.” Richie told her, making her smile at him warmly and pull it over her head, adjusting her hair over the hood. He blushed looking at her, then took another step towards her. “I need to talk to you…about something kind of important.” He said as she pulled her shorts on. YN looked up at him, concern covering her features.

“Are you okay?” She asked, worried. He shook his head, laughing and pulling her back towards his car with him, leaving the others to get dressed next to the fire. The light from the fire lit his face as he looked towards it, trying to calm himself down enough to talk to her, to even say what he had been wanting to talk to her about. YN watched him carefully, leaning against the hood of his car, the hoodie she was wearing almost swallowing her small frame.

“YN, I like you.” He finally blurted out, looking over towards her. “I’ve liked you for a long ass time now. Since I first saw you I liked you. And no, it’s not just the kind of like where I want to fuck you and leave, that’s not what this is. Like, I seriously like you. I want to be your boyfriend and do cute shit with you and yeah, maybe fuck you but that’s not really required unless you want to because I’m not the kind of guy to force that shit onto a girl! And like when I saw you with Stan or the others I just got so fucking jealous because I don’t want anyone else looking at you the way I do, ya know?” The words came out in a hurry, like vomit. Her heart fluttered in her chest as he spoke, and she laughed slightly at certain aspects of his monologue.

“Richie…I like you too.” She said in a quiet voice, causing him to look over excitedly, not caring how lame it was that he was excited about this. He grabbed her gently, pulling her close.

“Holy fuck dude…that’s rad.” He said as he hugged her, making her laugh harder than she had in the past.

OKAY SO IM PLANNING ON EITHER REDOING THIS AND MAKING IT A LONGER STORY BECAUSE I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT RN AND IT’S THE LONGEST REQUEST OR FIC THAT I’VE DONE IN GENERAL. IM SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO WRITE THIS, I WANTED TO MAKE IT GOOD AND I WAS SICK AROUND THE TIME THAT I GOT THIS REQUEST, AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT BECAUSE I LOVED WRITING IT OMFG.

I love thinking about Oliver and Thea’s relationship in light of their age difference. 

Little nine-year-old Oliver. He’s not quite an only child (despite what people think) because he and Tommy have been brothers for years, especially since Tommy’s mother died. Now Tommy practically lives with them.  Tommy’s actually with Oliver when he’s told the news that he’s going to have a new little sister. 

Ten-year-old Oliver, sitting on the big couch in one of the sitting room’s in the mansion, carefully holding his baby sister on his lap, staring in awe at the tiny little person. Around him he senses the tension in the adults. Senses something’s off. When they step out of the room, his parents aren’t quite as happy as they should be. It all softens around Baby Thea, but it still seems connected to her somehow. And from it Oliver feels a strong need to protect his tiny sister. Tommy comes over to play but before going anywhere he’s sat down on the couch alongside Oliver and given Thea to hold. 

Twelve-year-old Oliver, holding onto 2-year-old Thea’s pudgy little hands as she takes tottering steps down the halls of Queen Mansion. And when she begins to talk, the way she can’t quite form the L’s in his name so she just forms her own garbled version of his name. Tommy joining in trying to teach her to say his name. 

Fifteen-year-old Oliver coming home from high school, in trouble for failing a few of his classes and for ditching school with some new girl. But his scowl melts away when five-year-old Thea comes running out of her room, wearing a plastic tiara, cowboy boots and their mother’s necklace, wanting to play. She chases him around the upper halls of the mansion. He lets her catch him and calls her Speedy. Tommy arrives to sneak him off to some party, but before they go, Tommy gives Thea a piggy-back ride up and down the hall. 

Seventeen-year-old Oliver, nursing a hangover, avoiding a girl whose name he can’t remember, hoping his parents don’t find out about the incident with the cop, staying home to babysit seven-year-old Thea so that Raisa can leave despite his parents not being home yet. They sit on the couch and watch the Princess Diaries, while Thea insists that the character’s name is “Thea” not “Mia” and Oliver assures her that she is really a princess. 

Eighteen-year-old Oliver leaving for college and eight-year-old Thea crying and asking him not to go before running off to sulk in her room. Tommy takes her to ice-cream the next day to make her feel better. A few months later, when Oliver returns home, Thea’s excitement almost makes him feel better about being kicked out. 

Eleven-year-old Thea telling twenty-one-year-old Oliver that everything will be alright as he gets ready to go to court for attacking a paparazzi. Tommy overhearing and telling him that Thea knows best and he should listen to her. 

Twenty-two-year-old Oliver kicked out of another school, still reeling from what happened with Samantha and the child they lost, panicking in response to the pressure from Laurel, texting Sara things he knows he shouldn’t gearing up to ask her to do the unthinkable, pushing all that aside for a little while because twelve-year-old Thea wants to tell him about her day and the plans she’s making with her friends and the boy she thinks is cute and Oliver for just a little while feeling calm and happy sitting on the arm of a chair in her room listening to her. 

Twelve-year-old Thea sitting in her room, staring at a wall trying to process the fact that her dad and brother are dead. Tommy takes her to ice-cream like he used to. There she breaks down and sobs and he hugs her and cries too. 

Seventeen-year-old Thea learning that her big brother is alive and believing for a little bit that everything that’s been broken for so long will be fixed when he gets home. She calls Tommy and they laugh and cry together on the phone. 

Twenty-seven-year-old Oliver coming home and finding that seventeen-year-old Thea is everything that broke him before the Island and wanting to help, to fix her, but unable to reach out because he feels he is so far past broken. How can he let hands with so much blood on them go anywhere near his baby sister? He tries but he can’t talk to her and she can’t talk to him because they’ve entered different worlds. Her big brother is still dead and his little sister is still lost to him. 

Thirty-year-old Oliver watching his dying sister, doing everything he can to help her and thinking about everything she’s never had. The father, the mother and the brother that she lost. The college she never went to. The career she didn’t build. The boyfriend who was forced to leave. The pain she went through, the darkness she let into herself. All because he came back into her life four years ago. Since she was born he wanted to protect her, but now he sees how much he failed, how much he dragged her down with him.

Thirty-two-year old Oliver seeing his baby sister grown up, letting herself heal, rediscovering her family ties. A warrior who isn’t trapped in battle. A capable woman in any career she chooses. Twenty-two, the age he was when his life fell apart but she’s just heading into the best part of hers. And she sees him, her big brother restored- a leader, a warrior, a hero- everything he was to her when she was little now for all the world to see. 

First and Last Days

Word Count: 1,350

Requested: No

A/N: So today was my first day of my senior year and I’m a lil bit emotional bc growing up so I got inspo for this lil thing. I hope u all enjoy woo and good luck to anyone who’s started/ starting school soon!


Your daughter’s pigtails bounced with every step she took down the school sidewalk. Her backpack was almost bigger than her, making her body waddle under the awkward size. Bright pink flashes could be seen from her brand new light up shoes as she walked a few feet in front of you and Shawn. Her confidence in her first day of kindergarten was glowing as her small body walked eagerly to the door.

She was so determined to do this on her own. She had told you over and over that morning that she didn’t need you or Shawn there, that she was a big girl and was ready for “big girl school.” Her independence made you proud. You were glad to know she was so ready to go on her own and face the challenges of kindergarten, but as much as she whined, you and Shawn could not miss her first day of school.

She reached the door of the classroom, reaching up to grab the handle herself in her small, chubby hand. Shawn giggled as she tried so hard to open the door, determined she was going to get it herself. The door was opened to a brightly colored room filled with rainbow rugs and colorful toys. Groups of other kids sat together, playing with dolls or toy cars as they got settled in for the first day.

“Daddy! I told you I wanted to do everything myself today! I’m a big girl!” She whined as he lead her through the door opening. You shook your head from your daughter’s attitude, knowing that she was going to be a handful.

“Sorry, honey. Just trying to help,” Shawn laughed as your daughter crossed her arms and pouted.

“You guys can leave now. I’m ready,” She said confidently, jumping up and down excitedly making her small plaid dress ride up.

You and Shawn laughed at her confidence, but you weren’t quite ready to see your little girl go yet. She was growing up so fast. It seemed like just yesterday you were holding her in the delivery room, and now she was off to her first day of school, ready as ever.

You watched Shawn kneel down next to her, grabbing her small body in his large hands. He gave her a slight tickle, making her small cheeks turn up into a smile. Shawn leaned down, pressing raspberry kisses along her cheek making her squeal-like giggle fill the room.

“Daddy! Stop! I need to go! You’re embarrassing me!” She squealed through her laughter with poor attempts of pushing Shawn away.

“I don’t want to let my little girl go! You’re just growing up so fast!” Shawn teased as he leaned in, embracing her in a hug that made her tiny toes lift off the ground.

You leaned down next to the two, making your daughter’s eyes focus on you.

“You’re going to be a good girl right? You’re not going to cause any trouble?” You asked her as her head nodded furiously.

“Ok baby, if you need us just have your teacher call us. We will miss you. Have fun sweetheart,” You said, choking back tears from accepting the fact that this was how it was going to be for the next 12 years, your daughter constantly growing up in front of your eyes.

Before Shawn could say anything, your daughter leaned into the two of you, her short arms trying to reach around you both. Her face was nuzzled into your shoulders, her curly pigtails brushing against your face. Before you had a chance to take in the hug, she leaned up, giving both you and Shawn a kiss on the cheek.

“It’ll be ok Mommy and Daddy. I can do this!” She said and without another word, she was waving you goodbye, walking to the spot where all the girls were playing dolls.

You and Shawn exited the classroom slowly, hand in hand. Once you had reached the hallway, you looked back, seeing your little girl’s sweet face looking back at you with a smile and a wave before continuing to play with the dolls.

You stopped and leaned your head on Shawn’s shoulder, feeling his arm wrap around your waist to pull you close.

“It’ll be ok. It’s only kindergarten,” He soothed you.

“Yeah, but soon it’ll be middle school, then high school, then college and before you know it we will be grandparents-” You rambled, not wanting to leave the school quite yet. Shawn interrupted you with a slight laugh, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“She will be ok, love. She’s a big girl, remember?” He chuckled, making you return a laugh at your daughter’s quote.

You left the school without another look back, refusing to face the fact that your baby was growing up.


Twelve years had passed like seconds. Twelve first days. Twelve school years. They had all passed like nothing, leading you up to the day where you watched your daughter outside the auditorium, chatting with friends in her cap and gown, diploma in hand.

The pigtails were no longer there, replaced with long, brown curled hair. Her chubby cheeks had slimmed. She got taller. Her voice changed. Her attitude and confidence remained, but the last few days you could sense some faults in it as she prepared for her high school graduation.

“She’s so big, Shawn,” you whispered to your husband next to you, not taking your eyes off your beautiful daughter as she hugged friends, some she had grown up with for the last twelve years.

“I know,” Shawn said quietly.

Shawn had been taking it hard the past few weeks. She was your only daughter, and she was now ready to leave the nest. You weren’t ready, but you could tell Shawn was covering up the emotions on the inside. While your daughter had always come to both of you, she was clearly a daddy’s girl. Her and Shawn had always been especially close, having this special father daughter bond. You could tell it was breaking him on the inside knowing his little girl wouldn’t be with him every day anymore, moving on with life.

Your daughter hugged a few of her friend’s goodbye before heading back over to you and Shawn. The smile grew on her face as she walked over to you, reminding of the same one she held on that first day of kindergarten. She came over and embraced you first, making tears prick your eyes, threatening to escape. The sight of your daughter with that cap and gown and diploma made reality hit so much harder.

She separated from you, giving you a kiss on the cheek before moving to Shawn. You could see her eyes glaze over slightly as she leaned in, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. His arms found her waist, pulling her into him as his head leaned on her shoulder. You could see both of their bodies tremble as tears began to spill, letting yours escape as well. They stood there just hugging for a solid few minutes before they let go.

“I can’t believe you’re all grown up,” Shawn’s cracked voice said quietly. Your daughter did nothing but nod, wiping away her tears on her gown sleeve.

“I’m a big girl now, Dad. I’m going to go to a big girl school,” she managed to get out. Her smile broke through her tears, making one grow on both you and Shawn’s face as well.

You couldn’t even hide the tears anymore because of her words. All those memories of her first day of kindergarten rushed passed, not giving you any time to let it sink in. Now your baby girl stood in front of you, ready to go off to college.

Shawn leaned into your daughter, leaving raspberry kisses on her cheek, making her face light up in that same laugh you’ve seen grow over the years. She pushed him away slightly, embarrassment growing on her face.

“You’re embarrassing me! Stop!” She laughed as she managed to push him away.

“I just don’t want to let my little girl go.”

The One with the Gender Reveal

oh look! I’m finally back with the next part of baby fever! it’s a miracle!! y’all i’m so sorry this took so long, life is so ugh sometimes. Anyway, here’s the next part of baby fever! there should be 2 more parts after this one!

Summary: With Y/N’s delivery date approaching, Brie and Nikki come over for a little nursing decorating, and throw her a gender reveal party. 

Part one here

Part two here

Part three here

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Robert Prompt: "Fuck you i'll make it fit"

“I don’t think it’s going to fit…”

“Fuck you I’ll make it fit!”

“Robert, there’s literally no way it will fit.“

“Not with this kind of attitude, it won’t. Where’s your hunger for risks, for doing the impossible? Do you not have any more wild in you?”

“Of course I do but that doesn’t mean I’ll just go and ignore the rules of phy—Ouch, Robert, it’s too tight! Stop it!“

“I just have to push harder—“

“You’ll end up tearing something!”

“Bullshit. There’s more than enough space, you just have to stretch it out!”

“I told you not to just cram everything into there. I should know best and I said it’s too big.”

“It’s all a question of right breathing—“

“What’s breathing got to do with this. It either fits or it doesn’t!”

“With use it gets wider, there’s still room for expansion—“

“I hope you two are aware of how that conversation sounds out of context,” Amanda says.

Robert and you spin around and look at her. She puts down her bag and crosses her arms in front of her chest, giving you both a cheeky grin and a wink. You blush and Robert grumbles. He stops trying to shove the last suitcase into the trunk of Amanda’s car and leans against it with a heavy sigh. You two had been trying to get everything ready for her departure, but Robert’s idea of storing away her luggage boiled down to throwing the bags into the back of the car and squeezing whatever is left into the empty spaces between, no matter how small those holes are. He cited his experience and arcade high scores in Tetris as the reasons why he would be able to defy logic; what’s currently in front of your eyes begs to differ.

“What does it sound like, ‘manda dear?”

She gives you that look that makes you mourn the loss of your innocent little girl who would think nothing of people talking about watersports; she doesn’t even need to say innuendo for you to look back at your previous conversation to realise that yes, it was a little bit suggestive if you had a dirty mind. They grow up so fast, you think, and the tears that you have desperately tried to keep at bay the whole day threaten to finally spill. Robert elbows you in the side. He has the uncanny ability to tell when you are about to get soppy and emotional.

“Anyway,” Amanda says, drawing out the last syllable. “I think that’s everything. Did you manage to stuff everything into the trunk?”

She comes around to the back of the car and inspects the damage. Before you can put the blame on Robert and he on you and your lack of initiative, she’s already picked up the suitcase and crammed it into the empty spot that, moments ago, had definitely been too small for it to fit. Your eyes meet Robert’s, who looks just as baffled as you feel. Unaware of the miracle she just performed, Amanda pulled open the door and threw her bag on the passenger seat. If you didn’t know her any better, you might have thought she was eager to get away from you, but her eyes are shining and you know she’s just as emotional as you are. The only one who looks even remotely calm is Robert, and you long ago gave up trying to read his expressions, the man is a damned closed book. Amanda awkwardly lingers, turned towards the door but still looking at you, and you realise that’s it. Your little baby girl is all grown-up now and she’s about to drive halfway across the state, where she is going to go to college, earn a degree and go out into the world to kick arse and be awesome. By the time you realise you’re crying, Amanda has started crying too, and she flings herself into your arms. You stopped being able to catch her like that when she hit puberty, so you go down, kneeling on the floor, clinging to each other and crying. Belatedly, you notice a third pair of arms around you and feel Robert’s stubble scratch your skin.

You don’t know how long you three sit there, but eventually, your dad knees are starting to protest and Amanda says she has to get on the road soon if she wants to reach her dorm before it gets dark, and then she’s climbing into the car and turning on the engine. You stand there, watching her drive off, and feel Robert wrap an arm around your waist. As you turn to look at him, you see him wipe something from his face. His eyes are sparkling with tears, too.

Chris Evans Fic: Unexpectant (2/2)

Warnings: some angst, topics of infertility and adoption.

@j-jewel-l tagged as per request :)

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After settling Dodger in his bed for the night, Chris wearily ascended the stairs to your bedroom. Gently opening the door, he saw your sleeping form on the bed, fitful and uneasy. Quietly and slowly, he padded over to the bed and perched lightly next to you, watching your eyes flicker under your eyelids and your chest rise and fall with hitched breathing. He softly traced the tear tracks on your cheeks, wishing beyond anything that he could magic this all away.

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Imagine | Carl. G Pt.II

Carl Gallagher imagine | Unedited

Note: Carl returned after 8 months/ Y/N returns 4 months later. There was going to ne another ending to this chapter that involved alot more interaction between Carl and Y/N, but maybe for another time.

Warning: typical shameless warnings, mentions of underage drinking

The day that Y/N returned was unexpected, to say the least. 

When Y/N tried to enter her own house, she found the doors locked and no spare key around. No matter how much she knocked on the door, she received no answer. Not feeling up to the task of breaking into her own home, Y/N knew that there were only two other places her sister would be at a time like this. She went with the more likely option, making her way across to the Gallagher’s homestead where she knocked lightly on their door, secretly hoping that no one would answer. Not having seen the Gallagher’s for a while had Y/N nervously tapping her foot in anticipation of seeing some familiar faces. 

Just as Y/N was about to walk away, the door opened and a young boy stared up at her.

 "Liam?“ Y/N asked the young boy, completely surprised with how much he had grown in the year she had been gone. "Hey, buddy.” She greeted him with a small wave, to which he just continued staring curiously up at her like he recognized her but couldn’t remember how he knew her.

“So,” Y/N cleared her throat when it became awkwardly clear that the boy wasn’t going to say anything, “Is Y/S/N here?”

Liam continued staring.

“How about Fiona?” At the mention of the name, he looked Y/N up and down, noting the Military school uniform that she was wearing and shook his head. They had taught him well.

“She’s not in trouble,” Y/N sighed as she took in consideration that her skirt and blazer may have her mistaken for some type of authority figure. “I’m just looking for my sister.”

Liam thought about it before shutting the door. Y/N huffed in disbelief and was about to go into town to look for sister at her workplace before the door opened again, an older figure standing in the doorway this time.

“Can I help you?” Fiona crossed her arms and leaned against the frame. Y/N’s back was facing the woman and when she turned around, she saw the judgmental look drop from Fiona’s face and was replaced with one of her toothy grins. “Y/N?”

Before Y/N could get a word out, Fiona had her embraced in a bear hug. Y/N looked behind the older woman to see Liam head peeking out of the window to see what all the commotion was. “Long time, no see.” Y/N laughed as Fiona pulled away, holding the girl at arm’s length to get a proper look at her.

“No shit! Look how big you are!” She pulled the younger girl to her side as she began to pull her along into the house. Fiona took Y/N bag from her and placed it in the lounge room, urging the teenager to follow her into the kitchen. As Y/N passed through the lounge, she realized that the house didn’t have the energy that she remembered the house had. It was quiet, except for the children show blasting from the tv where Liam’s eyes were now glued 

“Get your ass here now. You will not believe who’s here.” Fiona excited voice came through from the kitchen. Y/N followed the voice and found Fiona on her mobile, ringing who Y/N could only guess was her sister, ordering booze for what was no doubt Y/N welcome home party.


 

“Look at you!”

Y/N was suddenly spun around and pecked on both cheeks before getting pulled in for a hug. The person pulled away revealing to be none other than good neighbor Veronica with her husband, Kev, walking up behind her.

“All grown up and shit.” She said excitedly, pinching Y/N’s cheeks. “You looking more and more like your sister every day.” She gestured to Y/S/N, who was busy cooking up a meal with Fiona in the kitchen, both ladies already a little tipsy from their early celebrations. V would no doubt be joining them soon.

“Hey Y/N.” Kev greeted, wrapping one arm around the girl while his other hand held another case of beer.

“Hi, Kev. Where are the twins?” Y/N watched as the man set his stuff on the bench before making himself comfortable at the table. “They’re staying with their grandmamma for a couple of nights, we’re taking a little break at the moment.”

Y/N nodded, noting how Kev didn’t seem so uptight about the babies anymore. Hours had passed since she had now been home, or as close to home as it could get. Y/N sister rushed home after the news of her sister’s return and began preparing for a big dinner. Music played in the background as the chatter between the adults started to get a bit rowdy.

A little too loud for Y/N’s taste, which causes her to move towards the lounge, eyes on her back as she knows the three older ladies were gushing about how much she had grown. She sat down next to Liam who’s eyes were still fixated on his cartoons. She smiled at the thought of when she would sleep over and watch Saturday morning cartoons with Carl and Debbie many moons ago.

The sound of the front door slamming shut broke Y/N out of her thoughts. She looked up to see a familiar face grinning down at her. 

“Well, it’s about fucking time.” Lip dropped his bags to the floor and opened his arms as an invitation that Y/N couldn’t refuse. “I was starting to think they were never gonna let you out.” He said as he pulled the unlit cigarette from his mouth and tucked it back behind his ear.

“You just start your break now?” Y/N asked the grown boy as he picked up Liam and kissed the boy’s cheek.

“Yeah, had to wait for all the little-privileged shits to go home before I could leave.”

Just as Y/N was about to ask him how college had been, she was interrupted by a high-spirited Fiona who spotted her younger sibling back for his holidays.

“Lip! You’re home!” She called out to him as she and Y/S/N laughed about something in the kitchen. Lip lightly rolled his eyes and smiled over at Y/N.

“Well look who’s in a good mood.” Lip shifted Liam so that he was holding the boy more securely as the kid didn’t seem to want to let go now that his older brother was around. He sat down beside the girl, leaning his head back as he let out a sigh, probably exhausted from his long trip home.

The two got to talking, catching up on what the past year had thrown at them. They spoke about Debbie and Y/N found out about her pregnancy and that she was ‘here and there’ when it came to where she actually lived. Ian was taking care of himself and his life but Y/N was sad to find out that Mickey wasn’t apart of it now that he was doing time.

She found out about Fiona’s marriage, then divorce, then upcoming marriage to a guy named Sean, something that the older woman forgot to mention. Jimmy Steve made a reappearance again, screwed around a bit, then disappeared. Sammi was locked up, which Y/N was thankful for because the crazy bitch was likely going to end up killing someone someday. Her son Chucky was a free man now, though from Lip told her, he was still the same as ever and Frank was still the same ol’ Frank.

Then he moved on to someone Y/N knew she was never going to avoid. It genuinely surprised the girl that Carl had managed to get out of juvie early, for good behavior of all things. Not much was said about the boy, mainly because Lip wasn’t around as much to know what was going on, but also because he knew that it was a touchy subject seeing as how the last time they’d seen each other was when the whole drug debacle happened.

Lip got up to go and help himself to one of Kev’s beer, promising to sneak one back for her as a welcome back gift. By the time he returned with the beverage, two more familiar faces entered through the front door.

“Y/N!” A recognizable voice called out to the girl. She spun around to see Debbie and Ian standing behind the couch. Y/N got up and around to hug the two. 

“Welcome back,” Ian greeted, pulling away to give a light pat on the shoulder to the girl. “Can’t imagine the Sarge being too happy about that.” He gestured to the beer can in Y/N’s hand. “Don’t worry, we won’t make you do formations at 'O six hundred hours.” Ian teased, giving her a mock salute before making his way into the kitchen where the noise level raised.

Y/N was slow in reacting to a fast moving Debbie as the girl crushed her into a bear hug. “Holy shit.” Y/N said as she felt Debbie’s baby bump pressing against her own stomach. The two girls parted and it gave Y/N a chance to actually look down on the girl’s belly.

 "Surprise,“ Debbie said nervously, not so sure how her old friend would take the news. Y/N shook her head in shock.

"I knew about this, but I didn’t think you were this far along.” Y/N noted that the girl looked about ready to pop. “Does it hurt?”

“Like a motherfucker. But it’s cool though, it’ll be here in a couple of weeks.” The soon to be mother said giddily as she rubbed her belly. Her face soured though when she spotted Fiona giving her a look from the kitchen.

“Ugh.” She rolled her eyes as she sat on the couch. Y/N followed her, taking the spot next to the older girl who sunk further into her seat. “I hate that look she gives me. Like she’s expecting the baby bump to be gone. There’s only one way this bump is gonna disappear.” Debbie ranted. Y/N knew who she was talking about, but decided to keep herself out of their troubles, a lesson that she learned the hard way.

“Dinner’s ready!” Fiona called out, setting the last dish on the table. Everyone made their way to the table and began to dig in.

“Hey, where’s Carl?” Veronica asked as she passed a bowl of potato salad over to Kevin. Fiona just shook her head as she dished out some food for Liam.

“Who knows with that kid. Always home late, never calls or texts where he is. Little punk is starting to get on my nerves.”

“Aren’t we all.” Debbie quietly cuts in, causing Fiona to glare at the girl.

“Last I heard, he was stalking that girl at the movies.” Ian chimed in.

“I thought they were dating?” Lip said with a mouthful of potato.

“Like I said, who knows.” Fiona put an end to that conversation and went off on her own with Y/S/N and V. Part way through their meals, a knock could be heard over the laughter and chatter which had Ian grabbing onto Y/N’s arm to stop her from getting up. 

“It’s probably Frank. I caught him outside so I locked the door because someone -” Ian looked at Debbie, “- told him about tonight.”

“I didn’t say shit. He was reading Fiona’s text over my shoulder." 

"Typical Frank. M.I.A until there’s free food and booze.” Lip took a swig of his beer. The knocking continued, growing louder and louder with each knock before it finally stopped.

“Good riddance,” Lip said as the table went back to their talks. It wasn’t long before the knocking continued, but this time it came from the back door. Fiona slammed her fork to the table and made her way to the door.

“I swear to god Frank if you-” Fiona opened the door and came face to face with none other than Carl Gallagher.

“I ain’t Frank.” His now much deeper voice said as he and someone who Y/N could only assume was Nick, Carl’s friend that Fiona had mentioned was living with the Gallagher’s, swaggered inside. “Well, what do we have here?” Carl said suspiciously, finding a large group of people crowded around the table, food lined up from one end to the other.

As his eyes roamed the faces, his eyes landed on one face, in particular, the smug look on his face dropping as he was at a loss for words.

“I thought you weren’t gonna be home 'til late tonight.” Fiona closed the door behind the two boys. Both Nick and Carl said nothing, one because he was taken by surprise, the other because he was naturally silent. Y/N looked straight into Carl’s eyes, seeing something almost familiar, something that reminded her of when they were young and there was nothing but their friendship, before the look was replaced by anger.

“Guess my invite must’ve gotten lost,” Carl said coolly towards his siblings, the smug look returning to his face. Fiona brought some spare chairs over and then returned to her seat. By this time, most of them were finished with their meals, but Carl made a big show of how pissed he was that no one told him about tonight by reaching past everyone and sloppily piling his and Nick’s food onto a plate, not having a care in the world that he was making a mess.

“Carl, eat properly,” Fiona warned as he chewed loudly to purposely annoy everyone.

“Yeah, you dog.” Debbie scrunched her nose at the sight of the mess he was making. 

“I can’t help it, that’s how we eat in prison.” Carl spat out, his eyes connecting with Y/N’s once more.

“I think you mean juvie.” Y/N corrected, not liking the accusatory tone he was using or the way he only looked at her when said that.

“Same thing.”

“I’m pretty sure they’re not.”

“Yeah?” Carl put down his fork. “-and how would you know?”

Things became tense, the party atmosphere dissipating as the two teenagers glared at one another. The only noise to be heard was the quiet chewing from Nick who continued eating as he watched things unfold.

It was abundantly clear where their friendship was by the scathing comments he made. He was still angry about something that Y/N didn’t even know about. If anyone had the right to be angry, it should be her.

“Okay. How about I go and check on the cake.” Y/N’s sister said awkwardly as she got up from the table along with Veronica who offered to help.

“Hey! Cool it.” Fiona pointed at her younger brother. Carl rolled his eyes and continued chewing his dinner as he glared directly in Y/N’s direction. Y/N ignored him and looked down at the cake that Veronica and her sister placed in front of her, written across the top in frosting was the words 'welco home’.

“We couldn’t fit the whole word on there,” Veronica explained.

“Blow out your candles.” Y/S/N said as she stood behind the girl. Y/N blew the candles out if only to get this whole thing over and done with. As the adults cut the cake and handed slices around the table, Kev put down his beer and look sheepishly over at Y/N.

“So, they trained you at that school? Like military style, right?” Kev asked, receiving a nod from the girl in response. “So then, have you ever, you know…” he tried his best to motion the rest of his question by making finger guns and shooting it towards others on the table. Y/N furrowed her brows and Veronica just sighed at her husband. “Have you ever, you know, shot somebody?”

“Kevin!” Veronica smacked the large man in the back of his head.

“What? That’s what we were all thinking, right?” He said as he rubbed the back of his head.

“No, not really.” Lip said from his end of the table.

“Oh.”

“Hey, I think I’m gonna head home.” Y/N said as she stood up from her seat, which caused a majority of the group to protest.

“Don’t listen to him, Y/N. You know the stupid things that come out of his mouth.” Veronica said as Kevin shook his head in agreement, thinking he was the cause of the girl leaving.

“It’s all good Kev, I’m just tired. I stay any longer, I’m gonna be face first in that cake, and not in a good way.” She smiled at the couple.

“I’ll probably get going as well. Can I stay at your place for the night?” Debbie asked as she quickly got up and scooped up as many leftovers as she could. Y/N watched as Debbie walked past her and waited near the door, then turned back around to see Fiona making a disappointed look towards her only sister.

“I guess-” Y/N said but knew that the girl didn’t mean it as a question.

“I’ll be home soon.” Y/S/N said as she handed the teenaged girl the house keys. They all farewelled the girls, leaving the rest of them to go back to some small chatter amongst themselves. Debbie waited as Y/N tried to put her shoes on, and looked behind the girl to see Carl watching them, or one of them in particular. Debbie was able to catch his attention by leaning in just enough to partially block his view.

Carl turned away quickly and focused back on what the conversation was at the table. Debbie just raised an eyebrow and looked between her brother and her friend, before grabbing the girl and linking their arms.

As the two girls walked out the door, Carl quickly lost any interest in hanging around the table any longer. “Yo, this party was lame. I’m going to bed.” Carl said as he made his way up to his bedroom, Nick not far behind him.

As he got into his room, he tore his shirt off, throwing it across the room, and fell face first onto his bed. Something in his pockets started buzzing and he pulled his phone out to see that it was Dominique calling and that he had about five missed calls. He tossed the device onto his night stand and turned to face the wall, finding it hard to fall asleep with his mind racing with all of its thoughts.

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Hello friends. For those who are just joining me in this journey of Finn & Rae, this is an cross-over of The Wedding Date and My Mad Fat Diary, where our golden boy Finn is an escort. The fic definitely veers off from the plot at some points, but I think it probably stays true to the story for the most part. (There is one line that I’ve taken from the movie, but I’ll point that out at the end) I’ve enjoyed writing this bit for sure and hope you enjoy it too! 

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do you have some kirishima siblings hcs?

DO I?? I have too many, but here is some from post-Cochlea arc. 

  • After the bullshit he pulled in Cochlea, Touka decides to go full-on Onee-chan mode and keep an eye on everything Ayato does because Aogiri Executive or not, this kid almost died like a thousand times in there. 
  • While Banjou did heal him enough to keep him alive, his wounds are not fully healed so Ayato’s pretty much unconscious for a few days after the raid. During this time, Touka takes care of him by helping him change his bandages, clothes etc. For the moment, she dresses him up in Yomo’s clothes. She has some of Arata’s clothes from the past, but Arata was so skinny, none of them fit Ayato. 
  • Even after he wakes up, she continues to help him with his bandages and even helps him to the bathroom so he can take quick showers. She doesn’t mind helping him out with that as well, but Ayato turns red and slams the door in her face– “Get lost, shitty Aneki!” 
  • She doesn’t mind taking care of him because it reminds her of the past and sort of fills the void left by the many years of his absence. Even though he’s all grown up, Touka still wants to pamper her brother. Ayato acts like it bothers him, but she’s sure deep down he likes it when she does those things for him as well. 
  • Touka notices that Ayato’s hair is starting to get really long so she offers to cut it for him. Ayato, who’s heard about Touka’s hair-styling skills from Hinami in the past, politely declines and says he’s growing it out for a new style. He eventually drags Hinami to cut it for him in the guise of it being Hinami’s insistence and Touka teases him for letting her wrap him around her fingers. 
  • Touka has a box of Ayato’s things from their old apartment and she passes it to him one day. The two of them start sieving through it and began finding a lot of embarrassing things in there, including his bunny-patterned pyjamas and his fish-themed bedsheets. Ayato asks her to throw them away, though the way he looks at them makes it clear that he’s too sentimental to really throw those things away so Touka packs them nicely again and keeps it aside. 
  • Touka is the number one Ayahina shipper. Back in the past, she’s always wondered what kind of relationship those two would have since they’re the same age and it took her by surprise to see how close they are currently. But she notices that they make each other happy and she thinks they’re good for each other. 
  • Though she’s a little worried because Ayato acts too recklessly when Hinami is in danger and she fears that if anything is to happen to Hinami one day, Ayato might go down the same path their father did. 
  • Touka longs to talk to Ayato about their parents, especially about the fact that their father used to kill humans and was caught because of that. However, knowing how much that revelation had hurt her, Touka can never bring herself to admit it to Ayato because she doesn’t want to hurt him anymore. 
  • Touka and Ayato spend some time together drinking coffee, where they would exchange stories about their lost times. Touka tells him about school and :re, Ayato tells her about all the missions he’s been on in Aogiri and all the skills he’s managed to pick up. They’re really interested in each other’s stories. 
  • “You’re grown a lot, huh, you shitty kid? I think you’re like Dad’s height now.” “I bet I weigh more than Father does.”
  • “Ayato, when all this is over, don’t you want to go to school? Like college or something?” “Huh? Never happening. I can’t study.” “I can teach you what you need to know and I did have some money saved up for your future.” “But school? With those shitty humans?” “I really liked school, you know. It was my dream to go to college… If you would somehow achieve the things I couldn’t, I think I’ll be happy.” “… I’ll think about it.” (He actually does think about it– to make Touka happy.) 
  • When they relocate to the 24th Ward and Touka and Kaneki finally show up, Ayato notices a difference immediately. He sees the ring around Kaneki’s neck and recognizes it and also what it means. He still isn’t a big fan of Kaneki and if it’s up to him, he’ll drag his sister away from the half-assed bastard immediately, but he knows how important Kaneki is to Touka and more than anything, he wants Touka to be happy. So he stands aside, rooting for them for Touka’s sake. 
  • When Ayato tells her he has to go investigate the depths, Touka is really worried because god knows what’s in there. But Ayato assures her that he’ll take care of himself and this time, he’ll definitely come back to her. 
  • “I’ll go pack some stuff you’ll need for you, okay.” “Eh? Aneki, I can do that myself.” “Nah, it’s okay. Get some rest and let me pamper you sometimes. You’re my little brother after all.” Ayato blushes a little but he agrees and thanks her softly. 
  • It’s Touka and Kaneki who sends him off and even though he doesn’t turn back, Ayato can feel Touka watching him until his figure is out of sight. He promises to keep himself sake and to make sure he makes it. She’ll be sad if something happens to him after all and he doesn’t want to ever make her cry anymore. 
AU’s I surprisingly haven’t seen in Camp Camp yet.

//Edit: OKAY WHAT THE FUCK RIGHT AFTER I POST THIS I SEE A POST THAT HAD ONE OF THE AU’S IN IT AND IT WAS BEAUTIFUL BUT IT MAKES ME FEEL UNORIGINAL.//)

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my favourite thing about stolen century is that I was expecting lucrecia to be like second in command or something and one of the more important roles but it turns out that she was just a huge nerd with arguably the least interesting role which is fantastic because it retroactively shows how far she's grown

I KNOW RIGHT

something like this - the whole going backwards to tell the story thing - is actually a super awesome way to build up character/character development

i was actually thinking yesterday about how this is such a clever way for Griffin to handle things? bc by the time we get back to the present, it really WILL feel like THB have been friends/colleges to all these people. it’s not just ‘oh and now you remember y’all used to be friends!’ but leaving it at that, which would feel a lot more disingenuous. 

The Stolen Century arc isn’t just a good way to make the story make more sense, but it’ll help the characters feel more complete and have their actions make more sense! 

Like aw man I feel like I’m not explaining it right. We as the viewer were kind of in the place of Magnus, Taako, and Merle in that we didn’t know what the greater plot would be. We discover things as they do. At the moment they start remembering everything, Griffin takes us back through time so we can ALL kind of ‘remember’ all this forgotten information.

so by the time we get back to the present, it really will feel like we (and THB) just remembered all this important context for where they are, these people they used to know, what’s happening, etc. 

that’s super satisfying to me!! it just strikes me as an amazing, thoughtful choice that aids both the narrative, the characters and their development, and the experience for us as an audience

(Happy Ending AU) Seeing how excited she gets when he lets her borrow his camera, Jonathan saves up all that he can from his paycheck to buy a Polaroid camera for El’s next birthday. Eleven absolutely adores this, of course, fascinated by the way that the pictures seem to magically materialize when the camera prints them. She takes it with her everywhere, trying to capture every moment of her new life. 

Presently, she spreads the polaroids out in front of her on the floor. Each moment perfectly preserved and with a little date and description in careful marker underneath. 

Four thirteen year old boys crowded around a table in a dimly lit basement “Hard at work for another DnD campaign - November 1984″

One moppy haired boy in a neatly pressed suit beside one young girl with a pixie cut in a graceful light blue dress
“Snow Ball - December 1984″ 

Two college age kids posed next to a heap of luggage, arms around their nervous parents
“Nancy and Jonathan leave for college - August 1985″ 

That same moppy haired boy, slightly taller, proudly holding a stack of Eggo waffles that’s nearly two feet high 
“Eleven’s Birthday - November 1987″

Four eighteen year old boys paired up with four eighteen year old girls, all dressed in proper suits and elegant dresses (the girl in the light pink dress stands out the most)
“Hawkins High School Prom - May 1989″ 

She presses each one gently into the photo album at her feet, ghosting her fingers over the blank pages, soon to be filled with all the more adventures to come. That ragtag gang of DnD-playing, science loving kids is now grown up and going off to college. What could go wrong, right?

The Nanny - Chapter 2

I am completely overwhelmed by everyone’s amazing and encouraging responses to my first chapter. It’s hard to explain just how much your comments mean to me! You guys are just the best. I hope you enjoy everything to come!

Special thanks to Corinna, my amazing Mandarin translator!! And always Kaiya and Liz. Love yall. =)

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“Do I have to go to school today?” Daisy looked up at Melinda imploringly from behind her bowl of cereal.

“Eat another bite, Daisy, and yes.” Melinda answered, glancing at her daughter from the island where she was assembling a turkey and cheese sandwich for Daisy’s lunchbox. The disappointment on Daisy’s little face made her want to change her mind, but her shift started in an hour. She couldn’t call out now unless there was some kind of emergency.

“But-but I wanna go to work with you.” Daisy sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

Melinda set down the sandwich and immediately went to crouch beside her little girl. She was used to Daisy’s reluctance to part from her. Especially when she was a baby, her separation anxiety had made it difficult for Melinda to go anywhere alone. But this was something different. She usually wasn’t this clingy anymore unless she was sick…or something was upsetting her.

“Daisy, xiǎo huā,” Melinda had given Daisy the Mandarin nickname when she was still just a baby: little flower. Melinda put a hand on her back and switched to Mandarin, as she frequently did at the house with Daisy. “What’s wrong?” She probed.

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anonymous asked:

ruca has sister right but why she isnt shown when they are all grown up? can we see her? :3

Because they really don’t get along, Ruca and Ronnie are total opposites. Ronnie isn’t around much because she doesn’t  agree with Ruca’s lifestyle choices. Veruca is wild lol! She hangs out with bikers and criminals and lived in a flat above a bar called the Blood Bucket with a boyfriend ( now ex ) who commits violent crimes. She’s in a gang and Ronnie HATES it! She thinks Veruca is going to end up like their father in prison. Ronnie is in college studying business and has a rich lawyer boyfriend so she stays away from Ruca and her friends. She comes around every once in a while to check on Ru for their mother lol to make sure she’s still alive, Mailing mom pics like this as proof 

Second JokerXReader!

@ supernatural-digmywaytohell:  Can you do an imagine where you meet Mistah J for the first time and he starts to like you. But because he doesn’t understand love he will try to kill you several times. And in the end he will feel horrible for what he has done. Or something like that xD

This one’s for you! ^-^ I hope you like it, it was kind of a head-cinema for me while I wrote it. :D


You sighed again.

This gala was so boring.

You hated it, when your parents brought you to all those charity events.

Just because your family was rich and also good friends with Mr Cool and Charming Bruce Wayne.

But does that mean, they have to bring you up here, although they know how bored you are evertime?

„(Y/N), look who we found in the crowd for you!“

„Oh no …“, you whispered as soon as you hear the excited voice of your mother.

You try to cover your face with the black fan you were holding in your hands, but your mother had already found you.

„(Y/N), you remember Dick? Dick Grayson? You went through High School together“, your mother said like she expected that you two got married right here.

„Yes, of course. Hi, Dick. Nice to meet you here, how’s college?“, you ask with a smile.

This sort of meeting was a little awkard, a few years ago you had a little thing for this boy, but you never told anyone, and now he‘s standing in front of you, all grown up and all you could think was how strange it felt to remember this phase of yours.

„Really good. Thank you. Man that must have been five years now. You look great“, he repeat.

„Thank you, but you look good too“, you said a little insecure.

You smiled at him.

Okay so what was that?

After five years, where you never even thought of this guy again, after you changed school, ‘cause your parents moved with you more in the middle of the city, for work etc., he now likes you back?

That was so weird.

„Um … so, (Y/N) … you wanna dance?“, Dick suddenly asked.

„Well … yes, why not“, you said.

You thought it was a little mean to say no, to an old friend of yours.

Your mother sighed happily and you could just gave her a please-don’t-do-this-look, after Dick carried you to the dancefloor.

„So what are you doing now? I did not see you at the Gotham State, I always thought you would study photography or something like that“, he said, while you two began to move to the classic music that plays softly in the background.

You wanted to answer his question, but in the moment your mouth opened, all the lights in the hall turned off.

You hear some people screaming and talking with worried voices.

„Is that normal?“, you ask a little worried too.

Sure, you know that was not normal, you were on so many events with your parents and something like that never happened before, but you couldn’t help about asking, it was like a reflex.

„No. Stay here, in the crowd. I’ll be back in a minute, I will ask Bruce what’s going on“, Dick said seriously.

„What, but …?“

It was unnecessary to speak further, he was already gone.

How charming, you thought with squinted eyes.

He was your friend, even if you hadn’t seen him for five years, and everything he does was to leave you in a moment like this?

Perfect, just perfect.

And what happens next?

Just as you thought of this, the lights turned on again, and you were literally shocked.

The whole crowd was standing at the outside of the dancefloor, the only one standing here, was you.

And you were scared as hell, as you saw several men with guns in their hands and masks on their heads standing in front of the crowd, and of your parents.

„(Y/N), don’t move. Everything will be fine“, you hear your mother saying.

„Lady, shut up, this is not a coffee party“, some masked goon shouts out to her and put a gun in her face.

„Mum …“, you said with tears in your eyes.

„Aw. Now look at this“, a snarling voice said just a few steps away from you in amusement.

Your eyes wide in fear, you turned yourself in direction of Gothams biggest nightmare.

The Joker looked at you with an almost demonic grin, as he advanced towards you.

„Little Bambi got lost in our middle“, he said.

When he stands in front of you, the green haired man looked down at you with kinda glistening eyes.

„Look at me“, he said with his deep sinister voice.

„Oh come on, don’t be shy, I’m not going to hurt ya, not yet“, he said almost cheering and put his index finger under your chin, to make you look him in his cold blue eyes.

You looked at him, mostly in fear, but when your (e/c) eyes, met his blue ones, there was something more than just fear, something different.

And also he looked a little like something happened in the last three seconds.

It was just for a moment you thought, there was … no, you were in fear, nothing else, you just imagined something.

And as if someone wanted to proof you right, the Joker starts smiling again.

But not the kind of smile, you would’ve wanted to see.

It was dangerous and your body started to shiver a little.

„What’s your name, Bambi?“, he asked, as he starts walking circles around you, what drives you crazy, because you never know what this psychotic clown is up to do next.

„(Y/N)“, you said quietly.

„(Y/N). Very pretty. Good job, mummy“, he said flashing a smile to your mother.

„Please, let her go, she hasn’t done anything to you“, you begged after you saw that Joker was about to pull his purple gold gun out of his silver jacket.

Joker looked at you his eyes squinted, as he grabbed your chin roughly.

„So little Bambi, than tell me, what would you do, to save your mothers life?“, he asked threatening.

„Everything“, you whispered.

„Everything? Would you die for her?“

„Yes.“

„No!“, your mother screamed.

„Shut up, I’m talking to your daughter!“, Joker growled and pulled the trigger on his gun.

A loud bang was going through the hall.

You were near a heart attack, before you could realise he deliberately shoot a few centimeters besides her head, into the wall behind her.

„Is this what you want? A bullet in your head, Bambi?“, he asks and put the gun on your temple.

„No“, you said.

„But what if I wanted it?“, he whispered and smiled at you, petting your cheek as tears ran down.

„Sh, sh, sh. Don’t you cry to your Mr J. I haven’t even done it“, he said, his lips nearly touching yours.

You looked back at him.

There it was again, this strange look in his eyes, that you’ve noticed a few moments earlier, when he looked you in the eyes for the first time.

It wasn’t that crazy maniac look, he got when he’s torturing someone.

That was different.

„Come on shoot me, isn’t that what you want?“, you said sobbing a little.

„Close your eyes, Bambi“, he smiled the gun still on your temple.

You closed your eyes, ready to take the bullet Joker has for you, but suddenly there was no bullet, no loud bang, no pulled off trigger, just soft lips pressing hard against yours.

You were totaly irritated and thought, this was just another crazy thing, that Joker likes to do with his female victims.

„Joker! Put that gun away from this girl!“

A loud and deep voice growled like a thunder into the hall.

Joker let’s go off you, as soon as he heared the familiar voice behind him and started to laugh wickedly.

„Ooh, come on Batsie! Don’t you see she’s fallin‘ for me“, he joked around.

„I don’t think that any girl in the whole world, would fall for a clown like you“, Robin’s voice shouted besides Batman.

„Now, let her go.“

„I don’t think I can do this“, Joker said grinning and starred deep into your eyes, what makes you gulp.

„Put this gun down!“, Batman said again.

But Joker didn’t give a shit about what the Dark Knight said, within a second, he grabbed you by your arm, and shoot Batman instead of you.

„Time to leave the party, Bambi“, he said laughing and tugs you out of the hall, out of this place and into his shiny purple sports car.

He was driving into the city, fast and reckless, no matter what was on the streets.

„Oh, look Bambi, there’s our terminus!“, he said with a big smile on his face.

You closed your eyes and shook your head for a second.

You got more or less two minutes, before he would drive the car into the Gotham river, with you on the passenger seat, and you could bet, he would jump out of the car and leave you drowning.  

„Why are you doing this, to me?“, you said desperate.

„I know you don’t have a fucking reason to murder people, or ruin their life, you do it because you think it’s funny, but all I want to know is, why me? You could’ve killed me half an hour ago in this fucking hall and all the other people too. But you wasted your time with talking to me, like I meant something to you, and kissing me, before you wanted to shoot me in the head! So what exactly is your problem, with me?“, you shouted at him.

„Get out!“, he suddenly screamed at you.

„What?!“

„GET OUT!“, he growled again and to your even bigger irritation, he opens the door of the passenger seat with one hand and kicked you out of the car.

Your whole body hits the hard tarseal and you felt like someone was breaking your bones, before the pain, -for some crazy reasons-, ends up a little, as if someone protected your body from more injuries.

As you opened your eyes again, you saw what really happened in the last minute.

Joker‘s car has fallen down the slope and now the green haired man lays on top of your chest, his arms around your body, gazing into your (e/c) eyes again.

Your brain needed a little time to understand what has been going on here.

He saved you …

The Joker saved your life.

But why?

He was a psychopath, he always just cared for his own safety, and a minute ago he was ready to kill you, to leave you in his now drowning car.

You could hear his beating heart bump against yours, both of you were out of breath.

„You wanna know, what’s my problem with you, Bambi?“, he asks.

„Yes …“, you muttered.

„I think I’m having a thing for you.“

Now you couldn’t even hold on you, you laughed just the way he did over the last two hours.

The Joker, the Clown Prince of Crime himself, couldn’t kill you, because he loved you?

That was too good to be true.

„Shut up, this isn’t funny“, he growled and kissed you even harder than the last time.

He wasn’t gently, he was rough, but you liked it.

The way how passionate he was, as his tongue slipped into your mouth, making you moan in pleasure underneath him.

You couldn’t help, but you had to be true; you had a thing for this man too.

„You’re mine now“, he said with this oh so sinister voice and this time you loved how dangerous he was.

„You know what, Mr J?“

„What?“

„I think I’m having a thing for you too, after all this“, you said smiling.

„Good, ‘cause I’m not willing to let you go again.“

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DameRey Moonshine Runner/ 1930’s AU

Rey Skywalker was the best Moonshine Runner in the state. Driving her uncle’s old car, dubbed The Millennium Falcon no lawman could catch her.

But then the local Sheriffs Department put together a special task force to bring her and her family down. Calling themselves The First Order these men are ruthless and without mercy, operating under the full protection of the law.

Fearing for her safety Rey’s father Luke insists she take on a partner for protection. Her Aunt Leia suggests none other than Poe Dameron. Poe and Rey have known each other for what seems like forever and she’s always had a not-so-secret crush on him. Poe’s time away at college did little to curb those feelings.

But Rey’s all grown up now and too focused on helping her family, at least that’s what she keeps telling herself. It certainly doesn’t help that Poe insists on serenading her whenever a love song comes creeping through the radio.

“Step it in or step it out Cut it all in and run Kept on ‘til it mattered baby I don’t even see But I know we were there

We were howling at the moon We were shaking our hips Danced until we flat out falling into bed But I won’t let you go”

fic: wildfire (1/3).

“Alex has seen beautiful women before, her sister is one of them, but not one has ever taken her breath away so quickly it felt like she was being knocked over.

Maybe it was simply the shock of seeing another person here when the school had seemed so desolate.

Or maybe, maybe, it was because that was the most beautiful woman that Alex has ever seen.”

or the one where alex teaches chemistry, maggie teaches history, and they teach each other a little something about falling in love.

rated e. alex/maggie. ~8.3k. read on ao3.

August.

There’s a reason Alex isn’t an art teacher.

Besides her absolute disinterest in art as an area of an academic study, she’s utterly terrible at it.

But when Kara says, “let’s make decorations for your classroom!” with that signature excited Kara face, it was very hard for Alex to say no to. So hard in fact, that she didn’t.

The reality is - Alex is moving. She is moving away from her sister for the first time since college - and even then, Kara came to visit her every single weekend. Now that Kara is all grown up with her own job, Alex highly doubts that’s going to be doable this time around. She was staying with her this weekend, to get her settled in, and then she was going home, leaving Alex alone.

So really, Alex was hardly in a position to decline spending quality time with her sister.

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Roomies - Minicat AU

A/N: I’m trash for not getting this done sooner. Send more requests if you have them, and as always, if you have sent some, I’m working on them slowly but surely. (: Thanks for reading.


Tyler was not looking forward to college. In fact, he was anything but thrilled. All summer long he’d been swamped with entrance exams, financial aid forms, and it had gone by way too fast. However, he figured that the drive to campus wasn’t exactly the best time to decide to take a gap year. So, here he was, stuck, ready to begin his first semester in college. And he had tried to be optimistic about it, but he was leaving home, he was a full time student, and he knew he was bound to be more than busy. He turned up the radio in the car to drown out his already overwhelming thoughts.

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based on this

chris hadn’t seen her in a long while and he was stunned. “wow, you have grown,” he smiled while his eyes traveled down to her feet and back up to her features. last time he met her was when she was around fourteen, soon after he moved away for college. but now… she was a grown women now and, on top of that, it was her birthday. “it’s so good to see you after all these years.”