personally, i prefer the term "father figure"

After gaining some weight in a happy relationship, Eddie is forced to examine his relationship with food, his body, and his self-worth.

(OR; the dad bod eddie fic)

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fading fast

Let it be known to all, Taylor Kelly is not an idiot. She can see the writing on the wall. She knows her relationship with Buck has an expiration date, and that it’s rapidly approaching. She knows that she’s not going to get what she wants out of all this. 

But she’s sure as hell going to get something. She deserves as much, for wasting a year of her life on a man who’d kiss another woman, then go play house with his best friend for weeks instead of trying to make it up to her. 

So yeah, Taylor’s pretty sure this story is going to be the final nail in the coffin of their relationship, but she doesn’t really care. An exclusive is the least Evan Buckley owes her. 

And oh yeah, she gets it. She beats FOX, CNN and Channel 13 to the punch, and it feels good. Like she’s some kind of newsroom hero. 

She burns a few sources, sure, but it’s not like they were going to last beyond the end of the relationship, so who gives a shit anyway? Not her. No, Taylor Kelly is a career woman, and she’s not going to let any man’s feelings interfere with her success. 

Only…

Her stomach drops when she gets the voicemail. 

“Taylor,” Buck says, in a voice she’s never heard before, “What did you do?”

And for a second, she wonders if this wasn’t all a mistake. She– she loves Buck, she thinks. He’s the first person she’s ever given up even a hint of her independence for. And for the most part, she respects him, too. He’s a little too sensitive, and he sure as shit knows how to step in it when it comes to their relationship, but he loves fiercely, and he’s good in a way she’s never understood. Taylor’s always had to consider her decisions carefully. To weigh them between the ethics she’d painstakingly carved for herself and the ambition that thrums through her veins. But Buck’s are instinctual, and his instinct is almost always to help. To be kind. To put anyone and everyone before himself. 

A stab of regret hits her in the stomach. Because she knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that if Buck were in her position, he wouldn’t have dug into Jonah. And he certainly wouldn’t have reported on it. 

The end of their relationship has been in sight for a long time; Taylor’s made her peace with that. She wonders, now though, if she’s going to have to make peace with herself, too. 

Taylor grips her phone tightly and steps away from the rest of her team. She has a call to make. 

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title: conversations with dead people

fandoms: gotham

relationships: oswald cobblepot/edward nygma, kristen kringle & edward nygma

summary:

Ed hears the doors open.

Swings on the stool to greet Oswald.

Instead he sees a tornado of red. A xerox of a xerox of his first love. The beginning of his metamorphosis. First domino to fall creating the most beautiful destruction.

Or: Years down the line, a dead woman and the man who killed her finally get a chance to talk.

read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34202926

fandom: IT - stephen king

pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier

word count: 435

chapters: 1/1 

warnings: grief/mourning, post-canon, implied/referenced self-harm, hallucinations

summary:

the same deep water

“Stop staring at me, creep.” Eddie grumbles, all of a sudden, bringing Richie back to present day, where he is laying beside Eddie and they are sharing each other’s space and listening to the lovelorn songs of The Cure, and Richie, though he hadn’t realized it until he got caught, is staring over at his best friend, thinking secret things that he wishes didn’t have to be.

Stomach plummeting, Richie freezes. “M’not,” he lies after he thaws out, sounding dumb. He flexes his hands, pockets them. Doesn’t move his eyes from Eddie’s face.

Sighing, Eddie peeks one eye open. “Are too,” he argues, “you still are. Rude to stare, y’know,” he says, opening both eyes now as tilts his head up to meet Richie’s gaze, their faces a single breath apart.

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