I met the coolest woman the other day. This is Melissa. A woman who took over 50 years to be true to herself. I happen to crave a mimosa the other day and I happen to live right near a bar so I walked on in. Sat by myself, so did she. People were giving odd looks. She matched head to toe. Pink earrings, nails, shoes, dress, the whole nine yards. I complimented her dress and you wouldn’t believe the conversations we had after. About the gay bars in my city, political views, my past, her past, family, what made us, us. She waited until her fifties to come out as a woman. She was in the military, had a wife, kids, the macho man. She explained how over compensation was a huge thing in her life. She explain how she had lost a lot. A wife, her father, three of her kids wouldn’t talk to her. I explained how people’s initial reaction isn’t always their true feelings so give it time. She explained to me that it all just felt right. She has known for years. Her life came to a point where it was “come out or end it”. It truly saddened me. Someone who was a stranger to me but was so kind. Honestly we both just kept saying how happy we were to run into each other’s lives. I want you to all know sometimes kindness is all it takes. This woman felt out of place she said for years and me saying I liked her dress made her realize that she was more herself now than she had ever been. Please be supportive.
Hell, if we’re gonna talk about bringing back old-timey styles for men, why stop at the 1900s? Let’s bring back fucking dandyism - I’m talking makeup, plucked eyebrows, immaculate curls, brightly coloured fabrics, waxed moustaches like architectural edifices if you can pull one off, dudes all swanning around in tight corsets so as not to disrupt the smoothly tapering lines of their frock coats, the whole nine yards. I mean, why not?
- Hard calculations, pin pointing coordinates, the whole nine-yards.
- Good at reading and making maps too.
- You could ask “What’s 407 x 76?” And he’ll immediately shout from across the room not even looking up from his magazine “30932.”
- It comes as a surprise to people because he’s like this chill dude who likes his alcohol. But he’s really this math genius and he kind of has to be because launching those cannon balls from the moon requires precise calculations.
- He’s good at close-range combat, but give him a long range weapon and he’s a fucking master sniper.
As you entered the door after a long day of work, you smiled as you saw the boys scattered about. It was finally a day where you could stay at the dorms with them, after their insanely hectic schedule. You could smell food coming from the kitchen, and you realized how hungry you actually were.
“Hey y/n” rap mon said from the sofa, you waved, dropping your bag and walking over to the kitchen. You ruffled Jungkook’s hair on the way, and he huffed, attempting to fix it.. You crept into the kitchen, seeing Jin working at the stove. You smiled to yourself, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Hobi the food isn’t done” he said in frustration. you stifled a giggle, looking up at him.
“I’m gonna have to talk to Hobi about being touchy with my man now aren’t I?” you said. He smiled, quickly trying to face you, but his hand hit the scolding hot pan in the process.
“FUCK!” he yelled, jumping back, causing you to let go.
“shit baby let me help..” you said, reaching for his hand but he snatched it back, burning it once more.
“y/n.. get the fuck out of my face… you’ve helped enough” he growled. You felt yourself tense up. Jin never cursed at you. You looked over, and saw the six boys watching you with their mouths hanging open. Refusing to let yourself cry in front of them, you swiftly walked to the living room, grabbing your bag, and heading home.
A few hours later, after feeling like absolute shit, you heard a knock at the door. Puffy eyed, you opened it and saw Jin standing there with a Tupperware container in his non bandaged hand, and flowers in the other. You leaned against the door frame, staring him down.
“What?” you said, in an almost inaudible voice. He melted at the sight of you, almost not being able to let words out.
“I’m so sorry.. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.. and I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.. I swear I won’t do it again..” he whispered.You chewed on your bottom lip, and saw tears weld in his eyes. You broke, wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing his cheek.
“it’s okay.. come inside..” you whispered. He softly kissed you, accepting your invitation inside.
You smiled, happy at yourself with what you had done. Yoongi was at practice, and you managed to clean his studio. It was a disaster with the upcoming comeback. You sorted all of his papers, filing them all onto his desk in folders. You made sure everyone’s lines was sorted, songs were sorted by track number and color coded. Took his trash out, dusted, swept, the whole nine yards. Organized cd’s, flash drives, everything. anything to make yoongi’s life easier. You knew the environment was becoming a lot for him. You just wanted to make him happy. You ordered take out, and waited for him to stumble into the door, because he was coming to work in the studio after dance. It was simply meant to be a time you two spent together. As you heard the door creak open, you watched as an already exhausted yoongi walked in. You watched as his face contoured into an expression you didn’t expect. He looked angry. Infuriated.
“what did you do..” he said.
“I cleaned up for you…. I know you were complaining that you needed to clean up.. so I did it for you..” you said, in almost a whisper.
“What.. did… you… do..” he said. You stood silent.
“I had everything placed specifically a certain way! What the hell would possess you to do this!!!” he yelled. You stood dumbfounded.
“Yoongi i-im sorry I only wanted to help….” you said.
“just.. get out of here please. I have to sort this mess you made.” he spat. You rose silently, walking out of the building. You stood outside, feeling confused, and guilty. While you did that, yoongi realized what you had done, and felt guilty immediately. You had made it easier for him, leaving little post it notes on the computer, indicating what meant what, and what color was assigned to whom. He also saw the bag of take out, and sighed. He ran outside, hoping to catch you before you got too far.
“y/n..” he said breathlessly. You turned around, seeing him crouched over trying to catch his breath.
“i’m sorry… come here..” he whispered, taking you in his arms.
“I’m sorry.. I’m just stressed.. I shouldn’t have come at you.. you were trying to help me.. I love you.. thank you.. lets go eat..” he whispered, softly kissing you. You followed, slightly confused, slightly happy.
You were frustrated. Hobi hadn’t been home in hours. This was a reoccurring thing. The comeback was slowly approaching, so he spent countless hours in the dance room. He was constantly out, leaving early, returning late. You genuinely missed him. He wasn’t only your boyfriend, but your best friend. You sat on the sofa, fighting sleep to see him at least once. Hour ticked by. 12 Am. 1 AM. 2 AM. 3 AM. He walked into the door at nearly 4 in the morning. You sat up, and he sighed, taking his shoes off.
“Hi baby..” you said, making your way over to him. He took his jacket off, not uttering a word. It was the first time you’d seen him in a while. You just wanted to hug him. You took the jacket from him, placing it on the sofa, and wrapped your arms around him. He pushed you off, with glaring at you.
“Geez you’re so clingy. I just got here and I’m tired” he said. You were dumbfounded, but mostly hurt.
:Well. Sorry for being clingy. I just missed my boyfriend, and wanted to fucking see him so I stood up till almost 4 in the morning to see him. Sorry that I fucking missed you.” you said, tears burning your eyes. You made your way to your room, laying in bed. He went to the shower, and you heard him cursing under his breath. Tears slowly trickled down your cheek as he crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. You sniffled, crossing your arms.
“I’m sorry.. I’m just tired with the come back.. I didn’t mean it.. you know i love when you’re all over me…” he whispered in your ear. You remained silent. He softly kissed your shoulder and you melted against him.
“I missed you too..” he whispered in your ear.
Your boyfriend was always pranking you. Always. You decided to mess with him. You stored all of his tracks onto a USB, Triple checking to make sure it was all okay. You slipped it into your pocket, and deleted it from his computer. He walked in, sweetly kissing you and you toyed with your hands
“Joon.. I don’t know what I clicked.. but I accidentally deleted something off your laptop..” you whispered. He paled immediately.
“not the tracks.. please tell me it wasn’t the tracks..” he whispered. You remained silent. He moved you to the side, seeing that they were gone.
“y/N WHAT THE FUCK!” he yelled. You jumped, not expecting that.
“I worked for weeks on this shit! Why the fuck did you touch my shit! How could you do something so idiotic!” he yelled. His voice boomed in the enclosed room. You felt small suddenly, tossing him the flash drive.
“it’s on here.. It was a prank…” you whispered, walking out of the room nearly in tears. He sighed, following you out. You locked yourself in the bathroom trying to calm down. He could hear your hiccup sobs from the other side of the door.
“baby i’m sorry.. please come out..” he said. You made your way out, arms crossed, sniffling.
“You yelled at me..” you whispered, near tears again. He took you in his arms, trying to calm you down.
“i”m sorry baby..” he says.
You were beyond excited. It was weeks of countless stress, studying and worry. You got your grades from your final exams. You passed! You literally ran to where your boyfriend was, in the dance hall working on dances for the comeback. You couldn’t contain your excitement.
“Jimin guess what!” you squealed.
“Not now” he mumbled.
“really quick baby I have great news!” You squealed. He glared at you, but you were still giddy and excited.
“I said not now! I’m busy!” he yelled. You took a step back, trying to figure out who he was talking to. You shoved the paper in his chest, becoming angry like he was and walking out. When he would get home he would feel bad, seeing you on the sofa with your arms crossed, clearly upset. He crawled next to you, laying his head on your lap and not letting you push him off.
“i’m sorry… I was rude.. Congratulations jagii.. you passed..” he said. You stared forward, ignoring him. He sat up, pulling you onto his lap, and placing his plump lips on yours, knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist. You kissed back happily, and he smiled.
“Let’s go celebrate” he said, picking you up and taking you to the bedroom and you started dying.
As you dropped off the last bag, you felt satisfied. You and your boyfriend decided to donate to the less fortunate. You both donated a bunch of clothes, as well as some money to help those in need. You went home, and saw your home in a war zone.
“Where is it!!!!!” you heard your boyfriend yell. You tiptoed over shoes, and sweaters, careful not to step on anything.
“baby?” you asked, looking into your bedroom.
“I can’t find it!” he yelled
“my sweater! my favorite sweater!” he yelled. You sat there, completely and utterly confused. Then you realized that it must have been at the top of the donations pile. Tae had the habit of throwing things in random piles, so you assumed it was for donations.
“… it wasn’t the black one with the grey writing on the front was it..” you asked.
“yes! have you seen it?” he asked.
“baby.. don’t get mad.. I assumed it was donations… It was in the pile-” you started
“What the fuck y/n!” he yelled.
“it’s not my fault you throw your shit around!” you yelled back. You stormed off into the living room, cleaning up. After he calmed down, he pulled you close to him on the sofa.
:im sorry.. it was my fault.. it’s going to someone in need.. you still love me right?” he teased. You huffed, looking at him.
“Sadly.” you responded. He showered you with kisses, and you smiled, feeling 1000000x better.
You sat in the kitchen, working on an assignment when you heard the front door shut. Your favorite time of day. Your boyfriend, Jungkook was finally home. It was really busy for the both of you lately. School had started again, so you were constantly studying, and his comeback was slowly creeping up, so he was always at practice, and rarely home. You missed him, and rarely got to see him. You were only lucky this time because you were up late to finish something. You walked into the living room, and saw him elevating his leg.
“What happened?” you asked, softly kissing him.
“I fell at practice.” he groaned. you tried fixing the pillow, but he moved away. You ignored it, walking to the kitchen and getting him an ice pack.
“my poor baby.. do you want something for the pain?” you asked.
“I’m fine. You’re acting like my mom” he said. You frowned, trying to put the ice pack on his leg. He moved away once again.
“I said i”m fine!” he yelled. You looked at him, irritation taking over.
“You bust your ass, I’m not the one who hurt you. Stop acting like a dick” you said, throwing the ice pack at his chest. You stormed out, and he sighed. Your attitude was the craziest thing he had experienced, but it was his favorite thing about you. You didn’t take shit from anyone. He felt guilty immediately, letting his pride get the best of him when you were only trying to help. You shut your laptop, going to bed. He hopped over, laying next to you and pulling you onto his chest.
“You’re sexy when you’re mad” he teased.
“Do you want another bad leg?” you asked. He grinned, softly kissing you.
“I’m sorry.. you were trying to help.. thank you babyyyyy” he said gooffily, trying to kiss you up.
“Jungkook you need to watch yourself.” you said. He continued kissing on you, eventually making you give in.
“I love you..” he whispered.
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not all of us have the lore, tools, ability, or spoons to go the whole nine yards. here are the most basic (and still fully valid!) ways you can celebrate the holiday. you can do one, two, or all three, up to you. 1. eat or drink something with apple, pumpkin, or pomegranate 2. take a walk outside and reflect on Autumn (it’s okay if you lack the ability or spoons to do this) 3. remember the dead
Stiles spends a year before college working at the all-night coffee shop in town. It’s nice and quiet, until one dark and brooding Derek starts coming in every morning, ordering coffee so strong that it should not be fit for human consumption. Ever. Stiles tries not to be affected by the mystery guy, but it’s not like anything else happens around here, so really, what did you expect? And when he’s already in too deep, he realises he might even be in way over his head…
“Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf.” An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.
A = Aftercare If seeing Chan with the twins on RoS didn’t tell you how attentive and loving he is, I don’t know what else to tell you. He has a fucking check list to run through after sex is over to make sure you’re okay, if you’re satisfied, he’ll wipe you down or help you into the bath/shower and help clean you up, before returning to bed for a movie, cuddles, and a nap.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Does it count if his favorite body part is his entire body? The man is twice the size of an average human in every way; his height is out of this world and his hands are like baseball mitts. With height, comes the fun of being able to tower over you, and basically cover you with himself, and have that good ol’ skin on skin contact, and surround you with his body. His favorite body part on you, however, are your hips. He likes how his large hands look in comparison to your body, how he can control your pace when you top, and how he can pin you down and have you at his mercy.
C = Cum Okay listen…Chan is the loudest when he cums, if y’all thought his deep rapper voice was heard during the sex, god forbid anyone’s around when he gets release. He’s tip toes into the mentality of a true dom a bit sometimes, not a lot, so more often that not he ends up releasing on your thighs or tummy, sort of a mark that you’re hisas if the 143 hickies don’t prove that
D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) Being the sneaky little shit he is, after one night you’d stayed over, and he woke up alone, he forgot you were in the dorm. The shower was running, so he obviously figured it was one of his members and when to pick the lock so he can pee and get started in the day. But of course, it wasn’t one of the boys, just your naked self showering peacefully. This being before you’d started being intimate, he just stood there and stared for a good minute before he silently freaked out, left, and never told you about it. Oops?
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Chan had a GF when he was younger, the little fucking about pissed himself laughing when D.O. was swinging that balloon thing and suddenly it looked like a dick, but when he had the gf, they were pretty young so I doubt anything happened. That being said, he’s a dirty minded boy with internet, so I’m sure he’s aware of what to do and what everything is.
F = Favorite position Unless you’re a goddamn giant, height differences are going to be slightly an issue, not much, just a bit. Chan’s favorite position is him sitting against the back of the bed, and letting you have your fun while riding him. That way, you’re on the same level, and he may or may not be a slight sub so you topping really makes his day.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) Chan doesn’t have a serious bone in his body, do you really think he’ll be anything but a ball of embarrassing goofiness while his bone is in you?
H = Hair (How well groomed are they) We’ve seen his tummy/abssoft tummy!chan for the winquite a bit, and we’ve definitely seen the happy trail, so he’s no where close to bare(who shaves/waxes their crotch and keeps a happy trail?), but he’s a pretty clean boy, with how much he dyes his hair, I’m sure he’s in the shower a lot, keeping the hair up and clean and whatever, I imagine while he’s there he manscapes.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) I think Chan is one of the most romantic members in EXO. I can’t remember what it was, but I think he was filling a jar with paper stars or something of the likes for his girlfriend when he was younger before they broke up, and he kept the jar. He brought flowers for his co-star on the movie he did in China as an apology for the language barrier, he’s just the sweetest boy ever, I can’t imagine that not carrying over into your relationship/sex life. He’s the boy that thinks movie romance is how it is in real life, he decks the room out in scented candles, mood lighting, it gets a bit weird when he plays some of his own music…but it’s Chan so we’ll let that slide.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation) Chan’s the master of picking locks and getting in bathrooms with other members, so I doubt he’s worried about anyone walking in. The doors locked, he’s safe. Not that it matters, because the boy can’t touch his dick silently, it sounds like a freaking lion is loose in the house, every one knows Chanyeol. I feel like he’s a shower masturbater, like he’s in their washing his hair, cleaning, all that good stuff, and oops I’m rubbing my dick…might as well go the whole nine yards kind of dude.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) Don’t mistake his love for you riding him as him being submissive, no no no. Even when you top, majority of the time his hands are guiding and controlling your movement, he’s mostly the dom, of course though, there will be times he lets you have control but on the norm, he’s the boss. Chan’s not a daddy kink guy, he’s more of a yes sir, kind of kink man.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) The bed is the easiest place to do it, and honestly Chan’s kinda lazy lol. It’s just more comfortable, easier to handle(no risk of anyone getting dropped or hurt) and when it’s over he can just cuddle you into his chest and go to sleep.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) He’s a begging lover, he love love loves when you beg for him. And honestly, he’s a sucker for you whining to blow off getting dinner or going to the movies, and stay home with you and have your own fun together.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Maybe this was just because you’re a little shit to him, but he now, refuses to allow you to handcuff him. Shit went down when he let you take control one night, and handcuffed him to the bed, aaaaand you lost the key for a good two hours while he’s just trapped on the bed butt ass naked. Never again.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) Chan’s rapper tongue is no joke, aside from the fact that boy never stops talking, his tongue was designed by the gods for going down on you, especially since he’s too tired to just pound your brains out, he often spends a good time going down on you to give you the most pleasure he can give you. As for you giving oral to him, he certainly isn’t going to pass up being able to see you on your knees, eyes looking up to him, and your mouth open, obedient as always.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Chan’s height kind of stifles his full potential, he’s somewhat slow but not unbearably slow, you know? He’s pretty rough though, and very thorough with his love making, you’re never left unsatisfied, that’s for sure.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) Over your relationship, you could count the amount of quickies you’ve had with Chan on one hand, they’re a very rare occurrence. He likes being able to lay with you and love you to the best of his abilities, and a quickie means all the fun gets cut out because it’s…quick…Chan’s not a fan of them at all.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) After an incident with dropping you during some good ol’ fashion wall sex, he’s hyper aware of how easy it is to get hurteven though you insisted you werent hurthe’s pretty conscious of the risks of different positions and places, so he’s really hesitant to try new things. He might need a bit of convincing to help him comply, but still, risks are far and few in between, he just doesn’t want you hurt.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) He gets winded easily, but that’s expected from a member of the royalty that is EXO, he’s working out all the time, practicing all the time, he’s pretty tired when he stumbles through the door, so one round is probably all he can muster up without a good four hour nap in between the next round. But that being said, he’s not tapping out until he knows you’re completely satisfied, if it takes minutes or a hour to get you all set, he’s down for the ride.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) The only toy-ish thing Chan owns is handcuffs. He’s not very big on toys, he’s the ‘i’m the best toy you have!’ kind of dude, you know? The only reason he delves into handcuffs is so he can work hands on when you’re being…squirmy.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He’s not much of a tease, realistically he doesn’t have time to stretch it out, he either needs to be sleeping or flying across the world. Not that if he had time or not matters, he likes you two becoming one, he’s not one to mess around with teasing either you or himself.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) Chan has a loud mouth at any given time, he’s a very extra boy, so that definitely carries with him to the bedroom. Top that with his impossibly deep voice, at the very least you can hear the deep tone vibrating through the walls, but I’m willing to bet my leg the whole neighborhood will hear him cursing, grunting, and moaning for you.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) He’s 100% dropped you by accident. You didn’t get hurt, thankfully, but it did end up with Chanyeol apologizing over and over and you just laying on the ground, laughing at how much of a flop you two are. That’s the danger of wall sex with a giant human, isn’t it?
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Okay…okay…We have seen that boy’s dick so many fucking times, with how much taller he is than me, and that fucking thing, it’s got to be the size of my fucking forearm, I’m not joking vv
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) I don’t think Chan has a very high sex drive, he doesn’t pop random boners and humps your leg like a dog, no worries about that. Sex drive aside, he’s always yearning for you, he’s kind of a clingy puppy, he never turns down the idea or random thought to have a dance under the sheets.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Listen….this mofo actually crawled into a suitcase and went to sleep ?? He gets winded easily, I imagine he falls asleep fairly quick afterwards, but that’s all good, he’s worked you out so much you’re barely awake too. Just take a nap with him, y’all need it.
Summary: Richie and Eddie had dated each other for a long time, and things had been going great - or so, they thought. After Eddie comes home to an empty apartment and a note left behind, the loving relationship of four years tragically ended. Years of never speaking to each other later, the wedding of Beverly and Ben brings everyone back together, including Eddie and Richie. Hotel room mix-ups, drunken confessions, loud arguments between several losers, bad parties, old childhood games, memories, music, love, and drama ensues over the week of preparing for the wedding.
Pairing(s): Reddie, Stenbrough, Benverly
Word count: 2.2k
Chapter Warnings: Your heart might hurt a little
A/N: I’ve written two one shots so far and people seem to like them, so I thought I’d try my hand at a full blown fic. I hope it takes off, because I have some great ideas for this. If you’d like to be updated with the tagging system on possible future chapters, just let me know! Oh, and the losers are around 27 years of age to help out a bit. There will be some stenbrough and benverly involved, but it’ll mostly center around reddie.
Also, big shout out to @r-u-reddie for being the beta of this fic. Without Rose, this shit would’ve been hella bad. She went the whole nine yards in being a beta, so she deserves major credit for this chapter and the next chapters to come. @reddie-asheck did a bit of beta-ing for the first half of the chapter, so they deserve a shout out as well!
One last thing before I shut my mouth - The song I listened to to get into the mood for tihs chapter is Happier by Ed Sheeran. Enjoy guys!
A trembling, but soft sigh sounded past the blue tinted lips of Eddie Kaspbrak as he closed the wooden door behind him, visibly wincing at the squeaking sounds of his sneakers as they collided with the hardwood floor beneath him.
It was raining. Hard. His previously dry jacket was now soaked to the point that his once-dry clothes took a heavy hit as well.
This caused Eddie’s body to tremble like an autumn leaf, but the immense relief he felt once walking into the warm apartment helped to curb the effect a bit.
“Richie? Did you fall asleep in my bed again?” Eddie called out once more, carefully removing his shoes before walking further inside of his small abode.
There wasn’t much to his apartment; it unfortunately lacked space. It contained one bedroom, one bathroom, and a kitchen/living room that shared the same area. In fact, the common area wasn’t too much bigger than his room, but that was fine to him. He had what he needed. Besides, living in New York meant that any decent apartment would cost a fortune.
He had done his best to make it his own by using subtle, but neat decorations to line his walls and inexpensive furniture in hopes of not making it too cluttered.
After grabbing a towel to dry himself off with, running it over his curls, Eddie walked over to his bedroom to see if his theory was correct. However, a deep frown began to settle on his face when he found both his bed and bedroom empty.
‘Where the hell is he?’ Eddie thought to himself, trying not to become worked up over his boyfriend’s absence.
A/N: This is my fic, I’m just re-posting onto my sideblog
“I hope you don’t think I’m done with you, baby girl. I haven’t even fucked you yet.” Jimin looked at you with a smirk. He pushed you off of his thigh and moved down the bed so that his head was now on the pillow. He motioned for you to move closer to him, eyeing you as you crawled closer. When you got within his arm’s reach, Jimin grabbed your waist and brought you on top of him, facing his legs. He pulled you by your thighs, so that you were now hovering above his face, the realization of what he was about to do sinking in, “I’ve been dying to find out how you taste baby, don’t make me wait any longer.”
Jeffersons dialogue is the darker text ((The colors scheme went a little wonkey but just remember that and you’ll be fine
OKAY so I was awol for a while because I was having a major block both creatively and art wise AND I was busy with a con and commissions the whole nine yards. I’m back now!!! updates will be a little more scarce that usual for a little bit but I’ll be here and I missed you guys!!!
Edward Kasprak has no friends, and this does not surprise him. Richie Tozier has 5, and that surprises everyone (Except all of the friends who love him and would do anything for him.) Eddie’s mom cares too much, Richie’s too little and both of their fathers are gone in some capacity or another.
In a life stuck in black and white, their mental health both in tatters, colored pills are supposed to save them.
But maybe, if they try hard enough, they can save each other instead.
Bad Language, depression, mental illness’, ANGST, fluff, homophobic slurs
Hi, so this my first tumblr fic, and I’m excited slash nervous. If anyone wants to ever be on a taglist, and i have one so far, I am willing to add. Comments are so appreciated. This is also if Pennywise was never real, and the boys are 17. I really hope you like it, and I hope I post this right because I have no clue what I’m doing. Thank you!
In Derry, Maine or rather everywhere on Earth, people had soulmates.
When you first see your soulmate, when you meet them and touch them, your world turned from black and white to color.
In Derry, your soulmate was the person you had to be with, no question, and if you weren’t with them then you were outcasted, but most people wanted to be with their soulmates anyways, and they were with them from the moment they met them.
For example, when Bill Denborough met Stanley Uris, because he had accidentally bumped into him, the world turned to color.
Bill had just jumped back, and Stan stood there, shocked.
The boys, at the age of ten, had found their soulmate.
Things like this weren’t uncommon, like when Ben and Beverly brushed hands at the library and when Ben saw color he became so excited he just kissed Beverley right then and there.
Or when Mike met Alice, and he knew before they touched and she thought he was crazy so he just grabbed her hand and everything turned into color and she screamed.
These things were normal and expected.
And there were the two boys who hadn’t met.
Eddie had a system.
He would get up, take a shower, brush his teeth, get dressed, and eat.
Then he would do the whole thing over again, flicking the lights twice as he entered or left a room and turning everything on twice.
He would lock the door twice, make his bed twice, turn off the water twice.
Edward Kaspbrak did everything twice and he did that because he had a case of moderate OCD.
As for Richie, his predicament was different but just as debilitating.
The losers club, which were what Richie’s friends Bill, Stan, Beverley, Mike, and Ben, called themselves, had been calling themselves since they had become a group.
They were the ones who noticed something was off with Richie. One day he would be running at 4 in the morning, getting shit done, kicking everyone’s ass and just as quickly the next day, he wouldn’t talk or eat or get out of bed no matter how much you coerced him.
He also talked of the clown, the one that no one else saw or heard.
But all of that was common in people with bipolar disorder, the mood swings, the hallucinations which felt so real, the suicidal thoughts.
Only problem was, Richie had no clue he was even bipolar
His mom didn’t care, she was a drunk and a bitch. His father didn’t care because he was never even home.
But then, when Richie councilor noticed that Richie would either be unable to keep his attention in class or he just wasn’t there, his parents cared because they had to pay attention to him, and whatever problem he probably had.
So go deal with it, they sent him away to some fucking medical center that he was going to spend a year in.
And this was when Richie and Eddie would meet and they’re world would translate it to something bright and colorful.
And it was going to suck for them both.
Pennywise had an annoying obsession with red balloons, and Richie of course couldn’t see the color red but after knowing that was what the clown carried with him, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to see it. Pennywise would carry the stupid ass balloons around with him, and he would make this creepy smile through his face paint, and Richie hated it.
Richie’s fear of clowns definitely stemmed from the dancing clown who followed him around.
The clown, Pennywise, also liked eating children.
“Richie.” Pennywise chuckled, watching as Richie sat in his bed, which was encapsulated in the small white room he now resided in.
Richie turned his head to look away from the ball he had been previously smacking against the wall and looked at the clown.
“Pennywise.” Richie mulled in response before the ball hit the wall again with a thud and then landed back into Richie’s hand.
“You want a balloon? That would cheer you up wouldn’t it!” The clown gave a high pitched laugh before extending his arm forwards, balloon in hand.
Richie had to fight the urge to punch the clown in the face.
It was in this moment, the one right before Richie yelled, the Eddie turned the corner with his freshly washed blankets and pillow and into his new room.
“No jackass! I don’t want a fucking balloon, why the fuck would you ask me that?!”
Eddie stopped in the doorway and looked at the boy before speaking up.
“Wow trashmouth, this is a nice thing to walk into your new room with,” Eddie muttered, and he could already feel the tension. It didn’t help that he could feel the dirt from in the walls. He looked around the room for a moment. “Who are you even yelling at?”
Eddie dropped the blanket and pillow on the bed and wheeled his suitcase to the wall before pulling out his hand sanitizer and putting some on his hand.
Richie could tell the young boy was analyzing the room around him.
He began rubbing it in and Richie could practically feel the burning in his own cut and bruised skin, but he ignored it.
“No one. It’s not real,” He said, and he was mostly saying it for himself. Eddie knew it would be rude to push, especially because he didn’t even know why this boy was here, so he kept his mouth shut, instead, beginning to put his stuff away.
Richie eyed him from afar, and he was almost certain he knew the answer to the question he was about to ask, considering he was now turning on the lamp for the second time in a row, but he had to ask anyways because he had to know what his roommate was like.
“So what did they put you in here for?” Richie asked.
Eddie looked at the boy, and he knew this question was gonna he asked so he should have been prepared but he really wasn’t. He took a deep breath before responding.
“Obsessive Compulsive Disorder,” Eddie replied simply and Richie raised his brows like he hadn’t known.
“Ah,” Richie replied simply, and he waited for the other boy to ask him back but Richie realized he may be too polite for that, so instead he told him. “They say I’m bipolar, moderate to severe. The whole nine fucking yards, mood swings, wanting to die, hallucinations. All that fun shit.”
Eddie nodded his head, and the yelling made more sense, but he figured it had been a hallucination in the first place.
So he asked about the hallucinations because even though he didn’t know this boys name, he seemed pretty open.
“What do you see?” Eddie asked, and Richie laughed lightly.
“You’re gonna think is weird, all of my friends do.”
Eddie had thought about saying something along the lines of, well at least you have friends that think your shit is weird because I don’t have any, but he didn’t.
“I don’t think anyone here has the room to judge anyone else, including me,” Eddie told him. Richie nodded his head.
“Well I see this thing,” He started, and Eddie shifted to sit on his own new bed, placing his slippers down on the ground and sitting crisscross. Richie sighed. “His name is Pennywise, the dancing clown. He’s creepy and he carries around red balloons and he eats children.”
Eddie thought about commenting on the eating children, but something else was pressing more in his mind.
“You can see color?” Eddie asked him. Richie tilted his head, in confusion.
“Why would you ask that?” Richie asked, wondering what that had to do with Pennywise.
“Well you said he carried around red balloons, so you can see them as red?” Eddie asked. Richie’s confusion melted away from his face.
“Oh. No. He’s just told me they are because it represents the blood of the children he eats,” Richie replied. This time Eddie had to say something about the children.
“That’s fucked up,” Eddie said, and Richie hadn’t really expected it for some reason. “Eating children, that’s so fucked.”
“You’re right there, Mr. Clean,” Richie said, pushing his glasses up on his nose and then looking back at the smaller boy who was now frowning “It is damn fucked.”
“Okay Trashmouth, my name is Eddie, so don’t call me Mr. Clean.” Eddie replied, already becoming annoyed by the curly haired boy with the coke bottle glasses, but for some reason, he was also so drawn to him and Eddie didn’t particularly like the feeling.
“Oh, I’m sorry Ed’s. I didn’t mean to offend you.” He said, and he didn’t let Eddie respond to him to the new “I’m Richie but apparently you know me as trashmouth.”
Eddie didn’t want to laugh, because then the other boy would know that he thought he was funny, but he couldn’t help it.
He just thought the boy was kinda funny and kinda witty and he liked it.
Summary: When you return to the bunker with Sam, you realize how shaken Dean is after everything that has happened. All you want to do is comfort him but he ends up promising you something you never thought he would.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader
Word count: 1063
Warnings: Angst. Mentions of blood and death. Spoilers for the episode 12x22 “Who We Are”. Bit of fluff because let’s be real, we all need this.
Author’s Note: So. The two hour finale. It killed me. And episode 22? Also killed me. Jensen’s acting killed me. I’m just completely dead right now, okay? So, I had to write this because my Deanie Beanie deserves all the love and comfort in the world *clears throat* *pulls herself together*
Right. This is set right after the last scene of the episode, meaning right after that group hug the three Winchesters share. The gif used is not mine. You can find it here.
The steady sound
of running water overwhelmed your senses as you bonked your head against the
shower door, washing away worries and fears and that little voice in the back
of your mind that told you it was impossible for you to be there, to be back in
the bunker again, alive and safe and almost unscathed.
in and out, you wrapped yourself around a towel, and got out of the shower
slowly, eyes already darting towards the fresh scars and wounds covering your
You should be used
to it by now, but the thought of dying, of leaving this world, even in a blaze
of glory with Dean and Sam next to you, had scared you more than you’d like to
In and out.
fingers through your hair, you let the towel drop to the floor and reached for
your underwear, then slipped into one of Dean’s flannels, mind drifting to him
almost intuitively. You’d only seen him for a few moments after you and Sam had
returned from your mission, but you could tell that, whatever he’d seen in that
dream sequence inside Mary’s head had hurt him. Really hurt him, even though he’d never say that out loud.
And, God, you worried
In and out.
Soon enough, you
were in the room you shared with Dean, only to find him sitting on the edge of
the bed, holding what you knew was a picture of himself and his mother in hand.
Your heart broke.
“Hi there.” You whispered,
leaning against the doorframe.
He looked up then,
green eyes lighting up just a bit as he registered your presence.
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