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flusteredloser · 3 years

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sugar sweet

richie tozier x fem reader

category: fluff, fluff, literally just fluff

word count: 3,3k

content warnings: swearing, stealing, slight nsfw (sexual innuendos... bc it’s richie tozier), a driving scene written by a bitch who can't drive, overbearing fluff, sonia

a/n: hello here’s a lil soft fic i wrote in a hyper state today <3 i had ‘beverly’ by ben wallfisch from the it 2017 soundtrack stuck in my head while i wrote the ending so !! enjoy

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"sweetheart, if you don't put your head back in, i'm afraid i'm gonna have to marie antoinette you."

you laughed dismissively at his empty threat, feeling a grin take over. you let the wind crash against your face and through your hair, the scent of sea salt softly filling your nose. if richie thought that you were going to give this feeling up, oh, was he wrong.

despite what he was saying, the sight of morning sunlight streaking through your flying hair and your torso poking out the passengers' window was one richie wished he could get used to. despite his nagging for the past half hour, ranting about the dangers of vehicular manslaughter and mishaps, he couldn't help but beam at your laughter.

he almost hit himself in the head for getting all worked up about safety like eddie always did, but it was something he found himself doing often with you. keeping you safe and sound was one of the few things that kept him from staying up all night. besides, you guys were going to see eddie and the rest of the losers in a bit anyways. the designated role of the pedantic worrier would soon be shrugged off richie's shoulders.

keeping one hand on the wheel, richie’s free hand never left the edge of your knee, not once in the hour-long drive. no matter how far you reached your body out his car's window, his fingers stayed glued around you. you never said anything about the gesture apart from placing your hand over his. being his was something you never got used to, but you were far from complaining.

"richierichierichie i think we're here!" you exclaim, ducking your head back inside the car.

"you sure, dummy? the massive ferris wheel and circus tent means we're close to the carnival?"

your hand leaves his to go shove his temple, "fuck off, rich."

"i know i know, you're really excited," he taps your knee, "so am i."

he pulls into the parking lot, expertly navigating his way through the crowded area before finding a space. an empty space which was coincidentally beside a sketchy beat-up minivan painted with "URIS," in fat letters.

richie laughs, "what are the fucking odds.”

his hand moves from the skin on your knee to the back of your seat, his body shifting to face the rear. you subtly eye your boyfriend sitting in the driver's seat and tried not to physically express any of the thoughts firing in your mind right then. dear god, did he look good today. you end up shamelessly staring at him as he strains his neck to squeeze his way through tight space. his knuckles turn to this ghostly shade of white when he flexed them against the wheel, his rings glinting under the sunlight.

once he finally put the car in park and shifted his weight back to you, he catches your gaze. throwing a wink, he pulls out the keys and stuffs his belongings into his jean pockets.

you’re sure he has zero clue about the effect any of this had on you. sure, he was your boyfriend but sometimes you found yourself feeling scared at how much you liked him. this boy has you wrapped around his finger and he barely knows half of it.

you reach over and run your fingers through his unruly hair a couple more times, enjoying the way the curls bounce back. “you look so good, rich.”

he rolls his eyes at your remark, but you don’t miss the way a small blush reaches tips of his ears. “enjoy it while it lasts, i can’t let the guards recognise me again.”

“i still can’t believe you got fired and banned on the same day, rich. that’s genuinely so impressive, you know that?"

richie rolls his eyes but you see the hint of a grin on his face, “you going soft on me, sweets?”

“could never.” you ruffle his hair, letting your nails glide along his scalp and you laugh at the way his head naturally tips back. richie had no clue why the feeling of your hands in his hair that made him short-circuit, but he wasn’t complaining.

“do we really have to go see them...” richie groans, grabbing your hand and placing it back onto his head when you pulled away.

“richard tozier. i did not pester you to drive us an hour away just so you could fold at me playing with your hair.”

he side-eyes you. “why did i agree to this again?”

“because every day for the last month you wouldn’t shut up about ‘taking eddie’s slushee v-”

“ed’s slushee virginity, riiiight,” he breaks out in a smile, “jesus, can you believe sonia never let him near one in his entire life?”

you tug his fringe towards you and the rest of his head followed, “well, now that he’s all alone there, someone’s got to be there to guide him through his first time, right?”

he faux-pouts back at you, the mischievous glint in his eye sparkling brighter. “fine.”

finally, you let go of his hair and he pecks a kiss against your cheek before putting on his sunglasses and tipping his cap further down his face. opening his car door, you sit there dumbfounded as you watch the 6'2 disguised dork clamber out of his side with your tote bag on his shoulder.

he glances back, offering a hand as if you were going to climb out on his side as well, “c’mon, we don’t have all day.” and richie made sure you knew that by dragging you through the park, evading the guards left and right in under a minute. it was only so long before you spotted a group of idiots wandering aimlessly. bev’s bright red hair was the instant identifier, and watching this bill’s lanky frame grab a fistful of stan’s curls to yank it about sealed the deal.

“stanley, darling,” richie yelled through the crowd, “if you wanted someone to pull your hair that badly you could’ve asked me nicely.” “shut the fuck up, trashmouth!” stan yelled back. “wait. rich?”

you walk over and sling your arm around bev, “you guys haven’t been waiting long, have you?” she grins at the sight of you, “no, but if i have to hear mike argue one more time that the high striker is apparently ‘broken’ i’m going to kill somebody.”

“do me a favour and kill me, bev!” stan’s voice cuts through, followed by a shriek when richie too grabs a handful of his hair.

bev’s hand leaves yours to go smack both boys upside the head. “y’all better stop acting like children before i get fucking fired. i’m not going out like dumbass richie here did.” she eyes the rest of them, who all halt in their tracks.

“yes, ma’am,” the chorus sighed.

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"ed's, i swear on your mother's smokin’ bod that blue is the. best. flavour. there's literally nothing wrong with it."

"you just called blue a flavour, richie-”

"because it can be. it doesn’t matter if blue and red colouring are the same, you can feel the difference.”

"no, i really can't. i don't understand how the colour blue could possibly be-"

richie groans, "fine, eat your mommy's packed lunch like the big boy you are." he teasingly starts to wave his cup in front of eddie's eyes.

"quit it, rich. if eddie doesn’t want toxins in his body, leave him be." ben interjects before sipping his own neon drink.

the boys huddled together around a picnic table they had managed to snatch before the carnival’s lunch rush swept over. richie and bev used to work in the carnival last summer, the two-week period spent with one another supposedly being “worse than the devil’s asscrack.” the comment itself earned richie five slaps, one each from the boys, and a high-five from bev. that was until richie got permanently banned (which you still don’t know how) and now bev carried on by herself whenever they roll back into derry.

currently, you and bev were on your way back from the concession stands, attempting not to spill anything. you each held at least four bags of carnival foods and drinks in your arms, bev also balancing the few candy bars she stashed under her shirt. teeter-tottering your way back to the boys, richie burst out in laughter at the sight of you struggling.

“as graceful as a job you’re doing with that, sweets, do you want some help?” he smirks, already swinging his leg over the chair.

“nope, nothing to see here,” you groan at richie’s smug grin. “rich, i swear to god if you come near me i am going to-”

“hurt me, hit me, murder me, mmhm. i’m sure you’ll do a whole lot of damage.” he winks, swiping the bags from your arms.

“freaky.” stan muttered, churning his slushee with the straw. you grumble at richie’s endearing irritating act of heroism and plop yourself next to stan empty-handed.

“here, you want some?” stan raises an eyebrow, offering his blue slushee towards you.

“thanks stan, but he’s got my...” you glance towards richie, half-expecting to see him distributing the snacks, only to see him aggressively nudge the slushees in eddie’s face. “you know what, i’ll take it.”

stan scoffed, “what, you thought i was offering this from the depths of my generous heart? i thought you knew me better-"

the sound of plastic crinkling and eddie’s yelp cut through stan’s sentence.

you look back at the sight of richie threatening to pour the ice into eddie’s hair, eddie shrieking and wildly missing punches at richie. dear god, your boyfriend was such a menace. richie and eddie never spent a day where they weren’t at eachother’s throats though, but anyone with a pair of eyes could see that they deeply loved one another. rich had that effect on people, you think. he was rarely overtly loving, but it’s not like he needed to be. you guys just knew.

ben smiles sweetly between you and your gaze on richie. “you’re staring again, y/n.”

you immediately snap out of it and go to slug ben in the shoulder. “was not.”

“was too.”

"was. not."

"was too!"

you narrow your eyes at ben who sheepishly smiles in innocence. he reaches over to grab a couple onion rings from your bag to which you lightly slap the back of his hand. he groans, trying again from another angle, “just because i pointed out your goo-goo eyes at trashmouth?”

bev snatched a couple rings from across you and threw them at ben. he chuckles gleefully at the perfect catch. “you know, he’s not wrong,” she points out.

“for the last time, i wasn’t staring,” you groan.

“not about that, genius. the way you’re absolutely whipped for that dick.” she smiles. “i mean,” you barely conceal your smirk, “the dick is pretty g-”

"not what i meant," bev sighs while the rest of them groan at your words.

“seriously though,” bill asks with genuine curiosity, “how did you even end up together? how do you even like someone that much?” bev tuts from the other side, “tread lightly there, denbrough.”

“shut up, you know what i mean. it’s trashmouth we’re talking ’bout here.” bill grins, “it’s a mystery how someone can shut him up so quick.”

you laugh to yourself, thinking about the few times you get to see richie completely speechless. “it’s not that hard, you know?” you shrug softly at the way the losers nod. you may all pretend to hate the life out of him but he always had a special place in each of your hearts. “he cares with everything he’s got, no matter what. he’s always there for you even if you don’t want him to be. i just...i don’t think he’s been anything less than...”

“-if you say ‘perfect’, i’m going to hit you.” stan says.

you roll your eyes at stan, “fuck off, but... but yeah. it’s so easy to love him and i honestly owe you guys an apology for being so annoyingly whipped for that dork,” you joke.

aside from the distant bickering coming from richie and eddie in their own little world, a silence hung over the six of you. it was too quiet. wondering if you said something wrong, you scan over them, only to be met with six variations of a smirk. more than confused, you chuckle nervously. “i was joking about the apology thing but if you really want-”

“you said ‘love.’” bev laughed.

“what?”

“you said ‘love,’” she repeated. “that you loved him.”

“i... of course i love him, he’s..” not trusting any more of the words coming out of your mouth, you cut yourself off and gather your thoughts.

of course you loved richie. each and every one of you loved your resident trashmouth, he was one of your best friends. the two of you were the closest of friends, an insufferable duo for years before you began dating. it might have only been a few weeks since he asked you out, but it’s not like too much changed from when you were friends.

there was only more love, more affection, only slightly more sexual innuendos (majority of them were solely just to piss off stan).

so of course you loved him. more than you did when you were friends. which he’s gotta know... right?

“fuck, maybe i do owe you guys an apology.” you joke.

“don’t think twice about it, this is nothing compared to him. if i took a shot for every time he went on some sort of love ramble about you, i’d be fucking dead.” bev replies, “and then he would carry on.”

you laugh, shaking your head in denial, “c’mon, he does not do that.”

“are you blind?” mike speaks up. “you’ve had him since the first day you joined us at the barrens. i can still see fourteen-year-old richie ogling you clear as day.”

you stammered at your response, tripping over your words. “mike, i think you broke her. she’s become bill,” stan teases.

you go to shove stan again and sorely miss. “anyways, my point is...”

you avoid their eye contact and go back to churning stan’s slushee. “he has my heart, fuck, he’s got all of our hearts. like, is he an asshole? sure. does he get on my nerves every other day? definitely. will he be the death of me? probably. but i l-”

“i sure hope you’re winding up to something there, sweets.”

you snap your head up from your dreamy rambling to see richie smirking next to you and eddie squeezing himself next to bill. you feel yourself go bright red at the realisation that he had been listening.

“i- no. that was it.”

“you sure? you going off about me... ‘but’...” richie pushes, quoting your words.

“richie, if you genuinely think you have redeeming qualities, i suggest some self-reflection.” stan quipped. “yeah, i was just pointing how much you bother us. no ifs, no buts,” you jokingly agree.

“mean,” richie rolls his eyes, shifting back in his seat next to you.

he’s gotta know... right?

you wink and stick your tongue out playfully, to which richie raises an eyebrow at. he glances between the blue drink in your hand and your tongue, his gaze on your lips making you nervous.

“now, what?” you sigh, wiping the ice from your mouth and pretending that you weren’t dying to know what was churning in that brain of his.

“nothing,” richie shrugs smugly, “just that i’ve always wanted to know how my cock looked blue.”

the comment took you off guard, your instant blush only fuelling richie’s grin. without hesitation, you lean over with a faux-pout, an act that has richie’s eyes wide. “careful there, trashmouth,” you tease loudly. “you keep this up and you’ll see how stan’s looks blue.”

bev immediately gasps with her hand over her mouth, followed by mike’s stifled cackle as he slapped richie’s back. the rest of the group looks frankly stunned, and stan’s face is on a whole different level of red.

richie doesn’t even look the least bit angry. his jaw is dropped slightly and he runs his hand over his jaw, trying to stop the chuckle that leaves his throat. if anything he looks proud.

shaking his head with a smile, he slings his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer. “that’s my girl,” he grins.

“yeah, that for sure is tozier’s,” bill says.

there’s no way any of you miss the way richie’s face goes red under that comment and your heart skips a beat when he squeezes your side. when no one’s looking, you lean up and kiss by his ear, absolutely delighted by the deeper shade of red on his face.

“darl, if you don’t stop that i’m going to go as red as stan,” he whispers into your hair. the both of you look back at the boy who’s trying to concentrate on his slushee and not the blush that’s continued to creep to his neck. “i’m actually getting concerned.”

you giggle, “shh, he’s fine.”

“no really, i give it a couple seconds before eddie pulls out his medical fanny pack,” richie says.

you look up at him as you’re tucked into his side, his arm still slung around your shoulder. his dark hair and eyelashes caught the sunlight, his blue eyes glinting as he glanced back. his lips were tipped into their signature cheeky smile, almost like a cue that he was going to say something out of hand. you felt the swell of your heart grow as he raised his eyebrows, prompting what he knew you were going to say.

“you know, earlier...” you whisper, looking down to his hand intertwining with yours. “i just... i wanted to say that i... you know... that i-”

“i feel like i should be offended at how hard it is for you to tell me you love me, sweets,” he whispers back, clearly trying to keep a straight face. fuck. “oh god please, you know i-” richie shushes you, kissing the crown of your head. “it’s okay, i know.” you can feel the curve of his lips against your hair. “i love you too.”

trying to tame the aggressive blush and stupid smile that reached your face, you follow his gaze over to eddie. just like richie joked, he had this fanny pack laid on the table in front of stan. you weren’t listening to anything they were saying, but you watched the way stan was squirming from eddie, insisting he did not have heatstroke. mike stood right behind stan, pinching his cheeks and periodically wrapping his strong arms around stan to stop him from squirming. bev was leaning across ben and bill’s laps, joining in and poking her fun at eddie and you notice how bill’s hands traces figures along bev’s side. ben gazes at the group of them, chiming in every so often when stan’s quips got too violent.

it was one of those moments you wish you could freeze.

after a while, richie whispers into your ear. “do you think they’d even notice if we left for the ferris wheel?”

you break your eye contact from the group to gaze up at him. “nope, not at all. you think you can sneak us some tickets?”

“please, you think i got kicked out of here for nothing?” he scoffs.

“is this how you’re going to get banned again?” you grin, poking his side, “stealing tickets for your girl?”

with a soft smile, he takes your hand to subtly stand and back away from the group. with stifled giggles, the both of you manage to make it at least twenty feet without the losers even noticing. the second you two were out of earshot, richie wraps his hand around yours and begins to run, “i wouldn't want it any other way."

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joycob · 3 years

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May I request an angst/fluff with Sunwoo where you're both friends and you have a crush on him but he's dating another girl, but then they like break up and everyone thinks he's sad about it but a few days later he confesses to you? Thank you~

Sunwoo | Honesty

word count : 1.2k { i got a lil carried away ehe }

idol! sunwoo x fan! female! reader

includes: angst, fluffy ending

a/n: sorry anon that this took so long but i hope you enjoy !!

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ keep reading below !

The school semester had just started back up after the long christmas holidays. The halls were filled with tired adolescents grogging and groaning about their overdue math projects. The crisp winter air bit at your cheeks leaving them a bright rosy red as you stood outside the corridors and waited for your, as expected, late best friend Kevin. You watched as he got out of the car and turned to face you with a semi-apologetic smile.

“Save the apologies Keb let’s just get inside it’s -15° out right now!” He nodded quickly and followed you inside the corridors. As soon as you both entered the building, an audible groan excited your lips at the sight infront of you, earning a playful smack from Kevin. “I swear if i see them one more time i’m going to get sick.” “Oh just face it Y/n you like him, and you’re jealous.” Kevin smirked and patted your shoulder. “Unfortunately sweetie, you don’t hide it well.” He gave you another sympathetic look.

“Oh look who’s coming right now! I think I hear my teacher calling me.. good luck loser.” Kevin shot you a wink before running down the busy hall. God only hoped Kevin would actually arrive to his class let alone on time. You laughed silently to yourself at your best friends goofy running style before you realized the situation ahead of you; Sunwoo and his new girlfriend e/n— walking towards you.

“Hey y/n! How was your holidays? You didn’t come over on Christmas, my family was a little worried.” As soon as Sunwoo said that you could tell his girlfriend had gotten upset. Clearly wanting to escape the situation and truth be told, you felt her pain. “Sunwoo we aren’t 10 years old anymore.. traditions are bound to be broken.” With that you left a dumbfounded sunwoo behind as you headed towards your classroom. The urge to blink back tears was real, but you couldn’t let him know now as your ship of chances had sailed long ago.

Sunwoo and you were really good friends. Since birth, both of your parents were divorced and worked together meaning you two were always left to play and keep each other company. You were just two neighbour kids having fun, until you realized you had feelings for him.. and truth be told you knew it was bound to happen at some point, there was not one thing to not love about that boy. But from then on you distanced yourself, you no longer wanted to hang out at the park with him and his friends, you declined all of his phone calls and ignored his texts. Highschool came and you had every class together but not one word was spoken, you still liked him.. but couldn’t bear to have your heart broken.

Your judgement was right, and soon rumours had surfaced that he was dating the one girl who you’d hope to see him never with, for his own sake. The girl that every guy got a chance with merely because she found it entertaining. Anything to protect her ego you supposed. However, you didn’t want to believe it was real until one day as you were finally about to confess to him he had walked out of the school doors holding hands with E/n. Your heart undoubtedly shattered but who were you to complain? You were the one who distanced away from him.

“Y/n? Y/n !” You snapped out of your daydream as your teacher snapped his fingers infront of your face. “Finally, your back to your senses, now, whats the answer to question 1a.” Your mind drew a blank and your cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment. “I..i’m not sure sir.” He flicked his tounge in disapproval, “and this is a perfect example of somebody who doesn’t want to get far in life.” Your not going to lie, that hurt a bit.. but was he wrong?

*dinngggggg* “thank the lord i’ve been saved by the bell.”

Exciting the classroom you happily made your way to the cafeteria eager to indulge in some warm food. Immediately after entering the caf you locked eyes with Kevin who gestured for you to come sit at his table. “Hey babes how has your day been?” he asked as he muched on his cheetos. “To be honest, it could be better but you know how it is.”

“I do.. all too well.” Kevin sent you another wink before both of you adverted your gaze to the shouting across the cafeteria much with the rest of the attending students.

“YOUR NOT LISTENING TO ME!”

“YEAH WELL YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME!”

“HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT FOOD YOU WANT? IM NOT JUST A BUILT IN MIND READER!”

“YOURE MY BOYFRIEND YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS STUFF!”

“WELL CLEARLY WE MIS CLICKED OR SOMETHING!”

“IM DONE. WE’RE DONE!”

You and Kevin watched with your mouths wide open at the sight of Sunwoo and his Girlfriend.. well ex girlfriend fighting publicly. “Did I just see and hear that correctly?” Kevin asked stunned. “Y/n?... Y/n!” You blinked a few times trying to register what just went on but after 2 minutes you were on solid ground. “Woah that was intense.” “You can say that again... I wonder whats going to happen now. This is unbelievable, look at all the boys and girls following e/n but are we realizing there is not ONE girl trying to go help Sunwoo?! disgusting.” Kevin picked up his lunch tray and walked away from the table leaving you rather confused. However, he was right, nobody was there to help Sunwoo.. and that only made you realize how selfish you had been. Simply only caring about your feelings instead of being a responsible and proper friend.

You watched as Sunwoo grabbed his bag and walked outside into the cold wintry temperature. Trying to be as nonchalant as possible you followed him out to were he was sitting, on a bench by the campus gates. “May I sit here?” you gave him an apologetic look but before you could sit down he stood up and gave you a great big hug. “You’re speaking to me again.” Tears welled up in your eyes as you felt him relax in your embrace, you had hurt the poor boy. “Sunwoo.. i’m sorry.” You pushed away— breaking the short lived hug. “It was my fault.” He looked at you with a confused expression, his eyes showing hurt mixed with a little bit of hope. Sunwoo was bracing for the worst, yet he wanted you to continue.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you Sunwoo. I was protecting myself.” you kicked a little clump of snow and watched it roll away from it’s comfortable spot. “Protect yourself from what Y/n?” you sighed at Sunwoo’s words. “From my feelings. From the fact that I was so in love with you it hurt to even look at you because I knew you only seen me as your best friend.” Actual tears began to fall from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks but Sunwoo was right there, catching them all before they could touch the ground. “So all this time, I thought you despised me.. but you actually, liked me?” his mouth formed a small smile and you let out a scoff. “Try more of the term, love.”

“Well.. Y/n what you didn’t know was that this entire time I was madly in love with you too. Next time, do me a favour hm?”

you looked up at him slightly confused.

“Be honest with me”

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elentiyawhitethorn · 3 years

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Sneaking Around | Chapter Seven

The next week was torture for Aelin. Unable to get her hands on Rowan, she had to settle for passing glances in the hallways and lingering touches in the elevator. Lunchtimes she ignored him as she usually did. It was only at the end of the workday on Friday that Rowan entered her office.

“Did you need something, Mr. Whitethorn?” asked Aelin coolly.

He grinned. “I needed to know if you’re busy.”

“I’ll have to check my schedule.”

Rowan rolled his eyes. “Come to my place when you’re finished.” Then he walked - no, strutted - out the door.

Aelin could hardly complete her work quickly enough. After she did, she texted Ansel. im not coming home tonight

why am i not surprised? Ansel answered quickly.

shut up Aelin then gathered her belongings and headed to her car.

She pulled up at the now-familiar building and walked up the stairs to Rowan’s door. It was unlocked. Rowan was sitting at the table eating a plate of spaghetti.

“Couldn’t wait for me?” Aelin pouted.

He grinned. “I was hungry.”

Rolling her eyes, Aelin served herself a plate and sat. She liked the familiarity she felt when she was here, when she sat down with Rowan.

She’d barely taken a bite when a phone rang. Rowan’s.

“It’s Fenrys,” he said when he looked at it. “Hello?”

A voice sounded on the other side, to which Rowan responded, “Why?” And then, “That’s really weird, man.” And finally, “Maybe some other time. I’m finishing up on paperwork right now.” He looked close to laughter.

Aelin’s brow was raised. “What was that about?”

A smirk. “I was invited over to figure out who your secret boyfriend is.”

Aelin blinked. “You’re joking, right?” When he didn’t say anything, Aelin shouted, “I’m going to kill them! I’m going to fucking kill them all!” Rowan chuckled. “Do you seriously find this amusing?” she yelled.

“Calm down. And don’t kill them, they’ll want to know how you found out.”

“Call him back.”

Rowan frowned. “Why?”

“Tell them you finished your paperwork and you want to join.”

“Again, why?”

“I want to know who they think I’m screwing. You’re my man on the inside.”

Rowan just looked at her. “Um, no.”

“Why not?”

“That’s ridiculous.” When she just glowered at him, he added, “Also, I’m eating.”

“Good thing you’re almost done then.”

“I’m not going to go join their ludicracy when I could be doing other things. Preferably things involving you naked.” When Aelin crossed her arms and frowned at him, Rowan sighed. “I’m not getting out of this, am I?”

“Nope.”

He reluctantly picked up his phone. “Turns out I had less paperwork than I thought and I have nothing better to do. Yeah. Okay, see you in a few minutes.”

Rowan scowled at Aelin. “You owe me. And what exactly are you going to be doing while I’m gone?”

She smiled. “Do you have Netflix?”

Halfway through Dirty Dancing, Aelin’s phone rung. It was Lysandra. Was she involved too? Most certainly; in fact, she had probably started this whole let’s-stalk-Aelin idea.

“What?” Aelin made her voice as breathy as possible.

“Sorry to bother you. I was just wondering what you’re up to.” Checking her alibi. Thorough. She had to give them credit for that.

“I’m very busy. What do you want?” Aelin snapped in her most impatient, I-need-to-get-back-to-sex voice.

“Oh, nothing. I’ll let you get back to it.” There was a laugh in the background and someone shushed them. How inconspicuous.

“Whatever.” Aelin hung up. Then she pressed play on the TV, a smirk on her face.

An hour later, Rowan came back. He found Aelin, asleep on his couch, with a bowl of popcorn next to her.

He moved the popcorn, switched off the TV, and sat next to her. Aelin woke up to Rowan stroking her hair. Not a bad way to start the day. Then she realized it was late evening. Aelin yawned, stretching onto his lap.

“Don’t you want to hear the juicy details?” asked Rowan.

This woke her up. “What did they say about me?”

He laughed. “Oh gods, Lysandra should work in the FBI. There were lists and-”

“Lists?”

“Of every employee of the office. It was narrowed down to male employees, then only those at the party.”

Aelin scowled. “When I get my hands on her... Who else was there?”

“Aedion, Gavriel, and Elide weren’t notified for fear of ratting us out. Ansel was working. Vaughan had to be at the office for the new security update. Lorcan and Manon both declined with similar statements about how bat-shit crazy we are. It was just Connall, Fenrys, Lys, and me. We were all told not to tell you, but I didn’t promise anything.”

“And I’m assuming it was Lysandra’s idea?” Aelin was furious at this point.

“Yes. It was kind of fun, though.”

“I know you did not just say that.”

Rowan chuckled. “Oh, please, you would have initiated the thing if it was anyone else.”

“It wasn’t, though, and I need revenge.”

“I can only pray I’m not there when that happens. And she crossed us men off the list since we were all there while you got your alibi checked.”

Aelin laughed. “Yes, I was brilliant, wasn’t I?”

“Mmhm, you sounded like you were called in the middle of screwing somebody.”

Aelin beamed. “That’s what I was going for. Now that you’re here, though, I’ve been waiting all week for you to fuck me.” she blatantly declared.

Rowan’s breath hitched. Aelin sat up, then moved on top of him, straddling him. His hands settled on her hips.

“Thank you for being my man on the inside,” Aelin whispered, then dragged her tongue up his neck. Rowan groaned.

“Maybe I should do you favors more often,” Rowan got out as she pulled her own shirt off. His hands drifted up to massage Aelin’s breasts through her lace bra.

Aelin spent the rest of the night thoroughly thanking Rowan. Oh, how she loved the weekends.

Aelin slept in the next morning. She awoke to find herself alone in Rowan’s bed.

Not bothering to put on clothes, not even another one of Rowan’s shirts, Aelin walked into the kitchen. Rowan was making pancakes.

He turned, taking in Aelin’s naked appearance. Rowan’s eyes darkened with lust. Totally ignoring his roving gaze, Aelin walked to the counter and leaned against it. “I didn’t know you could cook,” she said.

Unable to tear his eyes away from her body, Rowan kept staring as he answered, “I’d hardly call making pancakes cooking.”

“It’s more than I can do,” Aelin replied. Smirking, she added, “Careful, they seem to be burning.”

Rowan finally turned back to the food, stacking them on a plate. The muscles of his back were tense. Quite possibly he was restraining himself from spinning back around and touching her. Aelin loved the effect she had on him.

Finally he managed, “Tell me you’re not going to eat like that.”

Aelin said, “Why shouldn’t I?” She was enjoying this, especially when he turned back around to reveal a slight bulge in his pants.

“Fuck, Aelin, you can’t... I’m not going to make it through breakfast with you looking like that.”

Laughing evily, Aelin complied, running back to get a shirt out of his dresser. She then walked back to the table, which had two plates on it.

Every time she was here, Aelin felt happy and carefree. Before she knew what she was doing, Aelin blurted, “I like you.”

Rowan looked at her, raising an eyebrow. Aelin blushed furiously. “I mean, I didn’t quite intend to say that, but I do. Like you, I mean. Just saying.” Wow. Very smooth.

Rowan was grinning now. “I like you too.” Aelin had expected some mocking comment, but despite the teasing look, his voice was sincere. Her blush deepened.

Rowan had the nerve not to seem embarrassed. Bastard. He said, “What are your plans for Christmas? Still attending the Single Losers Christmas party?”

Ah yes, Christmas. They were at the beginning of December, nearing a holiday from work. And the Single Losers party was a tradition started long ago, when Fenrys had no one to celebrate with and demanded Aedion, Gavriel, and Lorcan throw a party in his honor. They had the nicest place; everything happened there. It had now evolved into a small get-together with the friends and their dates (so most of them weren’t even single, but whatever). It had been quite a few Christmases since Aelin had had a boyfriend serious enough to spend the holiday with, so she was a regular. About half of them went to their parents’ houses for the holidays, but the others didn’t.

“Yes, I am. You?” Rowan usually went to the party as well.

“I’m going.” He seemed like he wanted to say something else, but hesitated.

“What?” Aelin asked.

Rowan quickly said, “Nothing. More syrup?” She knew she wasn’t getting anything out of the damned bastard. Yet, at least.

The rest of the morning passed, and of course ended up in his bedroom. Aelin didn’t know how, but the sex just kept getting better and better. She left in the afternoon, having plans at her own apartment with Ansel and Lysandra.

Aelin left Rowan with a searing kiss, her insides burning. She would never get used to the heat she felt around him, nor did she ever want to. Aelin lived for it, craved it like she craved his tongue in her mouth.

Eventually she detached herself and drove home. Lysandra was already there - early to see Aelin come home at three in the afternoon. After the possible boyfriend lists that she wasn’t supposed to know about, it was hard enough not to strangle her friend. Lysandra was on thin ice.

“Have a nice night?” she purred. Ansel laughed.

Glaring, Aelin said, “Very. How was your night?” Yes, what were you doing, Lys? Not stalking your friend, I hope.

“I got together with the twins and Rowan.” Technically true. Bitch.

Aelin made sure to inquire about Lysandra and Aedion’s flirtations or Ansel and Fenrys’ budding romance every time they got too nosy and that seemed to do the trick. The conversation mostly revolved around Elide and Lorcan, a new movie on Hulu, and a new Kung Fu move Ansel had learned.

Lysandra left a while later. Aelin set her phone on the counter along with her purse and keys.

She went to the bathroom. Washing her hands, Aelin heard her phone beep. Ansel called, “I’ll check it for you!” Nosy. Probably hoping it was from her lover. Wait a minute; if it was from Rowan...

Aelin dried her hands quickly and bolted out of the bathroom. To find Ansel gaping at Aelin’s phone. Shit.

#rowaelin #tog #sneaking around #my writing

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im-bakugous-bitch · 4 years

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Katsuki Bakugou - Accident

**A/N hey guys, Sky here! So I wrote this piece a while back, originally as a Kiribaku fic, but I wanted to post it here so I made it an x reader! I hope you guys like it!

Katsuki couldn’t take it. Why had All Might chosen stupid Deku? What was so great about him? He was just some Quirkless loser eight months ago, and now he’s supposed to be the next Symbol of Peace? It was bullshit. He was supposed to be Number One, how could he do that when Deku had All Might’s power running through him?

When he returned to his dorm room, he slammed the door shut behind himself and kicked his trash bin over. “Damn it!” he yelled. How was he supposed to be Number One when his life-long hero had chosen somebody else? And Deku of all people!

Angrily, he turned to face his door. On the back of it was a poster, the single piece of All Might memorabilia he allowed himself to have. He reached for the paper, fingers digging between the door and the laminated paper. His hands formed fists and pulled away from the wall, taking the poster off and dropping it on the floor. “Agh!” he screamed.

Sparks began forming on his fingertips. It should’ve been him. He should blow that stupid Deku to pieces like he’d been dreaming of ever since they were kids. He’d get to take down Icy-Hot too, his only other real competitor.

There was a light knock on the door, causing Katsuki to turn. He didn’t want to see anybody. He didn’t want to be seen in this vulnerable state. “Go away,” he barked out. When the doorknob began to turn, his anger flared even higher. “I said go away!” he yelled.

Standing in the now-open doorway was his girlfriend, y/n. Her eyes were wide with worry, but Katsuki couldn’t see that. All he could focus on was his rage. His hatred for Deku that just kept growing stronger and stronger by the second. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. All his life, all he’d ever worked for was being the top Hero one day. He’d worked for it, Deku was just having it handed to him.

y/n took a step forward, closing the door behind herself. “Katsuki, what’s wrong?” She extended one hand towards her boyfriend, but when she saw just how furious the ash-blond was she retracted her arm.

Katsuki couldn’t tell her. Not only because he promised All Might, but because he was embarrassed. He was always gloating, telling everybody about how he was going to be the best. How was he supposed to tell anybody – especially y/n – that he couldn’t? How was he supposed to explain that he was going to have to take second place, and to Deku of all people! How could he look any of them in the eye? He had to get rid of y/n. She couldn’t see him like this. “Go away,” he growled. He glared up at his girlfriend through lidded red eyes. They could argue about it once he calmed down, but he knew that if they argued while he was riled up, something would happen.

But she didn’t listen. “Katsuki, part of this relationship thing is talking to each other. Talk to me.” She closed the distance between them so she could take her boyfriend’s hands in hers. Her pleading eyes met Katsuki’s, but it didn’t calm him. No, it riled him up even more.

How was he even supposed to look her in the eye? He had become second to some Quirkless nobody! How was she supposed to look at him? How was anybody supposed to? “I don’t wanna talk,” he said, pulling his hands from hers. His hands had been sparking. He couldn’t let y/n touch them or she could get hurt.

“Fine,” said y/n, and she walked over to Katsuki’s bed. It had a plain grey comforter on it, strewn about from his nightly tossing and turning and refusal to make his bed. She sat down on the mattress, patting the space beside her. “Then we won’t talk, we’ll just sit.”

His heart began flaring. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve y/n. He wasn’t good enough. She had fallen for the guy destined to be Number One, and that wasn’t him anymore. He grabbed her shoulder and forced her up off the bed. “Just leave me be!”

Before he knew it, his worst nightmare had come true. His hands felt warmer and warmer as sparks began popping from his fingertips, until a full explosion was unleashed. He watched in horror as y/n flew to the wall, crashing into it and causing a rip in the drywall.

His eyes widened as he processed what he’d just done. “y/n!” he yelled, rushing over to his bed and cradling his girlfriend in his arms. Her head was dripping blood, and there was a large burn mark on her shoulder. The entire fabric of her shirt around the area had been burned away, leaving just the charred edges giving off smoke.

The door flew open, leading to Sero and Ashido standing in the doorway with wide eyes. Their gazes shifted from Katsuki’s horrified face to y/n's unconscious figure, and Ashido screamed.

“y/n!” she yelled, rushing in. She knelt on the bed beside Katsuki and turned towards Sero. “Call the Hospital!”

Tears were already forming in Katsuki’s eyes. He couldn’t believe he’d done it. He’d attacked y/n. When she woke up, she was going to hate him. He couldn’t take it. “I’m so sorry,” he cried out, hugging his girlfriend’s unconscious form to him tightly. “I’m so sorry!”

In the moment, he forgot all about Deku and All Might. He didn’t care that his classmates were seeing him be vulnerable. He didn’t care that they saw the tears on his face. All he could think of was his horror and shame for himself.

Of course he couldn’t be Number One. He’d just attacked his girlfriend accidentally because he was upset.

The next twenty minutes were a blur to Katsuki. He watched helplessly as Aizawa ran into his dorm room and used a surprising amount of strength to pick up the unconscious girl. He followed like a lost puppy, even getting into the back of the ambulance when it finally arrived. The paramedics tried to stop him, but he just kept screaming, “That’s my girlfriend!”

When his thoughts finally caught up to him, he was sitting in the hospital waiting room. His forehead was resting in his open palms, elbows on the arms of the uncomfortable waiting room chair. Tears were streaming down his face. People stared at him and whispered, but for the first time ever he ignored it. He couldn’t focus on them.

y/n was going to hate him, and that was all he could think about.

He’d always been so confident about his control over his Quirk. But something inside of him just…snapped. He broke, and it was going to cost him everything. His everything.

It felt like hours until a doctor came out calling his name. Katsuki shot up out of his chair, rushing towards the doctor. He needed to know that y/n was going to be okay.

“Mr. Bakugou,” the doctor said as she looked down at a clipboard. Her lips pursed tightly together as her eyes scanned a paper before she looked up at him. “Your friend is expected to make a full recovery.”

Katsuki sighed in relief. If she was going to be okay, he could live with that. He could live with being hated. As long as she was okay. “Thank god,” he breathed out.

“I wouldn’t be thanking God just yet,” the doctor said. Katsuki’s red eyes shot up to her, and she continued. “She’s got a serious concussion, could take weeks to heal. Third degree burns on the left shoulder. And she’s got a cracked rib.”

Katsuki’s heart lurched. He felt like he was going to throw up. y/n laid in a hospital bed physically broken because of him.

But it appeared the bad news wasn’t quite over yet. “She’ll be going into surgery in half an hour to fix her rib. If you’d like, you may sit with her until then.”

He should’ve said no. He should’ve turned and walked right out of that hospital, as far from y/n as he could get so he couldn’t hurt her anymore. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he found himself nodding and following as the doctor led him down a seemingly endless corridor, until she pushed a door open.

Katsuki stepped inside and felt his heart shatter more than the believed to be possible.

y/n laid on the bed motionless. A thick layer of gauze was wrapped around her head, and several machines were hooked up to her. Tubes and needles inserted into her arms and chest, all over her body. And her shoulder… Katsuki couldn’t even look at it. He kept his eyes focused on her forehead, then her torso, then the floor.

Slowly, he walked into the room and sat down in one of the chairs beside the bed. He wanted to reach out and just hold y/n's hand, but he restrained himself. That’s how he got into this mess in the first place.

Fresh tears fell down his face, and he hid it in his hands to hide them. “I’m so sorry,” he cried out into his palms. He felt it with all of his heart, he said it with more conviction than he’d said anything before. The apology hung in the air for about ten minutes, until Katsuki heard a light groaning.

“Ka…” Katsuki’s head shot up, to see y/n's eyes had opened. They looked groggy and dazed, but they were her eyes.

“Shh,” said Katsuki. He scooted his chair closer to the bed but didn’t make any move to touch her. “Go back to sleep.”

y/n's dazed eyes shifted over to Katsuki. “Hey…” Her voice sounded weak and strained as her eyes scanned Katsuki, then fell to get what little view of her shoulder he could without moving her head. “I’m gonna look…so badass,” she said, a light smile creeping onto her face.

Katsuki’s eyes widened. Why was she smiling? She should be yelling at him! She should be breaking up with him and telling him to go away! Why on earth was she smiling?

“y/n…” Their eyes met, and another tear fell from Katsuki’s eye.

“No tears,” she said as his eyes shifted back up to Katsuki.

“You should hate me,” he said quietly. He sat back in his chair, eyes scanning his girlfriend’s injured body once again. “You should be screaming at me to get away from you. You should be telling me I don’t deserve to be in the hospital room with you, or even within ten feet of you.”

A moment of silence hung between them. y/n seemed to be considering what he said, taking it in. It must have been difficult to think with the concussion. “Then…why are you here?”

Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut to prevent another tear. “Because I love you.” This was the first time he’d allowed himself to be truly vulnerable. He and y/n had had heart-to-heart moments in the past, but never like this. Not ones that brought Katsuki to tears, feeling like he had to beg for forgiveness.

y/n's lips twitched slightly upward, into a small smile. “And I love…you too.”

Katsuki stood up from his chair. “Well you shouldn’t!” His voice was getting louder as he spoke, heart beating faster. “I put you in here! Your shoulder is sizzling because I lost my stupid temper!”

She chuckled lightly. “I’m sizzling? What…am I bacon?”

Katsuki nearly facepalmed. She must have been on pain medicine, and probably some extremely powerful ones. She wouldn’t be herself for a long time, and that was what hurt the most: He didn’t know what was real and what was just happy drugged-out y/n. The not knowing…it would eat him alive. “I’m sorry, y/n.”

“I love you,” she said. Katsuki opened his eyes slowly, to see his girlfriend’s hand slowly reaching for his. He yanked it away faster than he’d ever moved anything before.

Katsuki swallowed his sob. He wanted nothing more than to hold her hand, but he couldn’t. He didn’t trust himself. “I-I should go,” he said. He turned to the door, and as he moved to take the first step out of the room y/n spoke again.

“Say you love me too.”

Katsuki couldn’t turn to face him. He loved her more than anything, but he had a feeling that once she was herself again, she would hate him just as much as Katsuki loved her. “I love you too,” he said. Without another word, he walked out of the hospital room and back into the waiting room.

He sat back down in the uncomfortable chair. He couldn’t go back to his dorm; he couldn’t bare to look at the hole he’d made by blasting his girlfriend with an explosion.

He lost track of how long he sat in that chair with his head in his hands. It had to have been at least an hour when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Kacchan?” a quiet voice asked.

Katsuki’s heart began racing again. It was Deku. It was his fault he’d lost control. He wasn’t even mad about All Might choosing Deku to be his successor anymore, he was mad that it got him so angry he lost control. He was furious, but in no mood to deal with it. “Fuck off, Deku,” he growled angrily.

He saw the seat beside his dip in and looked up to see the dumbass had sat down next to him. Before them stood his boyfriend, perfectly healthy and uninjured. It wasn’t fair.

“She’ll be okay,” Deku said in an attempt to reassure Katsuki. But he didn’t want reassurance. He wanted to be left alone. “She’ll be better soon, and everything can go back to how it was. This was just an accident.”

Katsuki lost it. He jumped up out of his seat, palms open and ready to fire off explosions at any second. “How can you say that?!” he yelled. “Nothing will go back to how it was! She’s gonna hate me!”

Deku shook his stupid green head. “No, she won’t.” He stood up from his chair as well and grabbed the hem of his white t-shirt, pulling it up ever-so-slightly. There on his skin, hidden beneath his shirt, was a patch of burnt red skin. “Shoto had an accident once, too. And I don’t hate him.” He reached out and took his boyfriend’s hand in his. “In fact, him worrying about me like that only brought us closer.”

A small explosion fired off of Katsuki’s hand. “You don’t get it!” He turned away from them. He couldn’t stand seeing a happy couple. “He didn’t break one of your stupid ribs, Deku! He didn’t give you a concussion! He didn’t blast you into a fucking wall!” His hands reached up to tangle in his own hair, pulling at it in anger. “He didn’t nearly kill you!”

Slowly, Deku reached out one of his hands to rest on Katsuki’s shoulder. He was too exhausted to push it off. “The doctor said she’s gonna be okay, so focus on that.”

Katsuki slumped back down in his chair, leaning his head back against the wall. “How am I supposed to forget about that?”

“You don’t,” said Todoroki. The first thing he’d said since arriving. “You learn from it. You promise to be better, and you keep that promise.”

“Everything’s gonna be okay, Kacchan,” Deku said. He let go of his boyfriend’s hand and bent down to level with Katsuki. “It may take some time, but it will be.”

The ash-blond grunted. “You better be right, Deku. Or I’ll have to kick your ass.”

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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 4 years

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𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 - 𝐢.

requested: yes / no

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

(+in this imagine tom is not famous)

-tom holland is the biggest support through the screen too

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

-tom is always online

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

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

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

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

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

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

-and boi

-your friends would ship you two internally

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

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

-”shut up, harrison”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-”that’s your dog? so adorable!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-he try to calm you down, gives you advices

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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platypanthewriter · 3 years

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Yuletide Fic 5/5

Part One/Two/Three/Four/Five Read them as I post here, or all at once in Ao3 under peterqpan

What hadn’t occurred to Billy while planning for Santa was how long he and Steve would have to lie silently, waiting for the whispers around them to subside. The kids kept eating the Santa cookies, and then getting up to get more, and Will had the giggles about something. He kept wriggling out of the sleeping bags to put on more Christmas carols.

El kept sitting up at the slightest noise, staring suspiciously out the window, and Max wasn’t helping, all “What was that? Did you hear something?”

Jonathan’s shoulders shook suspiciously over on the couch, but at least he was quiet.

Steve didn’t let Billy throw anything at Max and El, and when Billy started to suggest knocking Dustin and Will out with blunt force trauma instead, Steve cupped his face with both hands, smiling at him in the light of the tree. They were scooted down far enough in the zipped-together sleeping bags that the edge shielded them from sight, their knees touching, and Billy let his eyes close as he leaned into Steve’s warm hands.

“Love you,” Billy whispered, almost inaudibly. “See, it’s romantic now.”

“It’s always romantic,” Steve whispered back, which Billy should have expected, honestly, from the man he’d had to flee earlier because he was professing his love loudly in the grocery store over Billy’s choice in mustard.

“Loser,” Billy sighed, squirming closer, and biting back a laugh at the feeling of Steve kissing his forehead, and his ears, and across his cheeks to his eyelids, and down his nose. Billy reached out and grabbed his boyfriend by the back of the neck, pulling him into a real kiss, but soft, so the kids couldn’t hear. “Merry goddamn Christmas,” he whispered, under the annoying, tinny tones of Marie and Donnie Osmond, apparently taped from the TV special. Steve snorted a laugh against his lips, and Billy could feel him grinning.

“Thanks,” Steve whispered, and Billy stroked his thumb over the base of Steve’s skull, and the shell of his ear, feeling the muscles move as he smiled.

“All I did was get out of your way,” Billy whispered. “But I get you tomorrow night, Harrington.”

“No, you—you did all this,” Steve whispered back. “I wouldn’t’ve thought of inviting the Byers. Or the tree. You invited Dustin.”

“Dustin invited himself,” Billy pointed out, and Steve nodded, squirming closer.

“You said it was okay,” he whispered. “I’d be...this’d be every other Christmas,” he laughed, a little catch in his voice, and pressed in for another kiss, murmuring against Billy’s lips, “Except for you. Love you. Babe. Billy Hargrove.”

“...I haven’t even killed you a reindeer yet,” Billy told him, his face so hot he could feel the blood pounding in his ears. “Jesus.”

“I love you anyway,” Steve whispered, kissing his face again. “I’m generous that way. Y’know. Even to losers who can’t even bring me a reindeer.”

Thank god, Billy thought, turning his head to kiss deeper, tasting frosting, and feeling Steve tremble against him, panting for breath. Thank god he shut up about loving me. Thank god he loves a loser who doesn’t bring him reindeer. He slid his hand up inside Steve’s shirt, under his sweater, and felt his breath hitch. Steve slid a socked foot over, hooking Billy’s leg by the ankle to sandwich their knees together, so their bodies were close enough to feel warm.

“Let’s sing carols,” Dustin said loudly, and Steve scrambled away, sat up in the zipped-together sleeping bags, and beaned him with a pillow he yanked off the couch, which had the fortunate side effect of dumping Jonathan Byers' ass on the floor. He yelled.

Billy should have expected the thankfully brief pillow fight, in which Will got the giggles so bad he fell over, Dustin took a three-pointer in the face from Max, and Jonathan Byers threw pillows at Steve, missing every time.

El smacked everyone indiscriminately, and Steve tried to be some kind of stealth ninja slithering around on sleeping bags while Billy called out plays like a sports announcer, but after they all flopped horizontal again, panting, the kid’s giggles finally petered off, and then there was silence.

It was time.

“How come I didn’t get a home run,” Steve whispered as they retrieved El’s bike from where Hopper’d slid it under the table, as Jonathan tiptoed off for the stockings.

“Didn’t hit the ceiling beam,” Billy whispered back, making it up as he went along. “Gotta hit the ceiling beam before it drops on somebody.”

“I should have got a penalty shot when they all ganged up on me,” Steve huffed, sitting out Dustin’s Commodore 64 games, and Will’s new markers. There was a photography book for Jonathan, and Billy waited until Steve wandered off to stick the two albums he’d bought him kinda behind it— Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, and The Police: Synchronicity. Steve used one of his dad’s ski boots to make an ash print by the stove, before helping Jonathan prop stockings up not-too-near the fireplace, so the chocolate inside wouldn’t melt by morning.

Max had new walkie-talkies too, and Billy sat them out with mixed feelings, wondering who the second one would go to—her mom?! He hailed Steve over to have him write a note, too—Dear Max, it said, I have given your step-brother Billy a little Christmas spirit, so he’ll drive you to get a skateboard repair kit.

“Why am I writing it,” Steve hissed.

“She knows my handwriting, dingus,” said Billy, knowing she didn’t believe in Santa, but also buying in, a little, to the illusion.

Steve looked at him for a long second, and then yanked him in for a kiss.

They’d barely climbed back in their sleeping bags when Billy heard bells, and thought really, Hopper? Fuck you. Really?!

El sprang up, stumbling sleepily over Dustin and Will to the window, and from their grunts and muttered expletives, possibly doing internal damage. “Bells,” El mumbled, squinting outside just as they all jumped at the loud thud, and scraping noise, and El turned to stare at Max and yell “It’s his sleigh! It’s his sleigh!” before peeling off to run out the back door to stare up at the sky as Max fixed a sleepy, but extremely suspicious, glower on Billy.

“The fuck was that,” she hissed, and Steve said “Santa!”

“Go away, Santa, too early,” Dustin mumbled, and Billy’s liking for the kid grew three sizes that moment.

“It’s not even two in the morning,” Steve whispered, laughing, and pointing to the digital clock on the VCR, but Mrs. Henderson, Joyce, and Susan all stumbled downstairs, shivering and blinking sleepily, followed by Hopper.

He hummed as he put the kettle on, rubbing his hands together as his kid froze outside like The Little Match Girl, looking for Santa in her pajamas, and Billy finally went to the door with Dustin and yelled “El! Get in here, you’ll freeze!”

She yelled something back, but it got lost in the arctic wind, until she ran back, shivering, and held out a half-eaten carrot like she’d found the Holy Grail. “They dropped this!” she whispered, and Billy dropped a blanket on her head, and walked away to stand by the fire as Dustin pulled her inside, and Will saw his Santa-given markers and yelled.

Steve came up and threw his arms around Billy, either out of joy, or the realization he needed to stop his boyfriend from murdering the sheriff.

The kids all milled around the tree, Dustin’s fingers actually twitching towards the games, but they all noticed the time, and stared warily at their parents—except El, who was wrapped up in a blanket in the arms of the main offender, her snowflake-patterned socks sticking out as she yelled something muffled about Santa.

“Guess we’re opening presents now!” said Joyce Byers, grinning as she watched Jonathan catch sight of the photography book, and Will sitting, cross legged in front of his markers, his eyes wide and fixed on their target. El found her bike and yelled, snatching the note, and Max frowned at the handwriting over her shoulder, then fixed a startled frown on Billy, who shrugged. Max's eyes narrowed as El ran to show Hopper the note, and Billy looked away, watching Dustin rub his face briskly and trundle over to sit under the tree.

Dustin passed his mom a package, grinning up at her, and she crouched to hug his head.

“You’re all insane,” Billy whispered, warming to the idea of Christmas, a bit, as El passed him more hot chocolate, even though Jonathan immediately ruined everything by putting the Rudolph Christmas special on the VCR.

“Euuuugh,” Billy groaned, leaning his head against Steve’s.

In the ensuing melee, Billy ducked around flung Star Wars toys, Legos, what looked like a camping tent, a Ghostbusters baseball cap, and a rainbow of hats and scarves from Mrs. Henderson, who’d apparently made some for everyone there.

“How’d you have time,” Joyce breathed, running her fingers over a pattern in brown and green, and Claudia Henderson shrugged.

“Dustin’s cousins never send thank you cards anyway,” she said, grinning and handing packages to Billy, Steve, and Hopper.

Billy squeezed his, blinking at her, and she patted his shoulder. If Claudia Henderson could brave the wrapping-paper explosion, so could he, he figured, so he edged around to grab Steve’s stocking, and handed it over. “I’m giving this to you on one knee,” he whispered, and Steve blinked at him, then stared down at the stocking.

Instead of pulling out orange after orange, as Billy’d anticipated, Steve dumped it over his lap in a shower of fruit and walnuts, and burst out laughing at the ring-pop Billy’d stuck in the bottom. He yanked the wrapper open and put it on his finger, admiring the huge cherry candy gem, and leaned to whisper “I do.”

Billy flushed and scrambled away to find his actual presents for his boyfriend, rather than watch Steve stare into his eyes, swirling his tongue around his ring-pop, his mouth already red from the food coloring. Billy scrambled half under the tree and yanked out the first aid kit, and the cold-weather kit with handwarmers and foil blankets, and passed them up to Steve, who looked startled unwrapping them, then fond.

“I’ll be ready for anything,” he said, and Billy snorted.

“Can you be ready for anything in Hawkins?” Billy shot back, and Steve beamed at him.

Billy’s Santa presents for Steve, the albums, had been snatched up by Will and Jonathan, he realized after crawling around. They surrendered them after arranging some copies in trade, and Billy handed them over to their proper recipient while Steve stared at the pile of presents growing around him, and agreed to give one of his new walkie-talkies to Dustin.

Which made sense, Billy thought, it wasn't like Billy even knew how to use the damn thing. He didn't even know if he lived close enough to Steve for the damn thing to work, and it was probably more important to Steve that the kids could find him when they found monsters.

Steve was wearing one of his new mittens on the hand without the ring-pop, and the matching burgundy scarf, and Billy sat and watched him as he opened the note from Joyce, inviting him for New Years, and grinned at her.

Billy forgot he was in the middle of the whole Christmas mess until Max punched him in the shoulder, and shoved the note Steve had written in front of his face. “This true?” she asked, scowling. “You’re gonna take me to buy a skate kit.”

“Yeah,” he said, shrugging, and she stared.

“Santa is real,” she muttered, crawling back over to where El was trying on her new bike helmet.

Steve pushed his haul aside, pausing to blink at a wrapped package from Susan, and waved Billy over as he slowly ripped it open. Two packaged Hot Wheels cars spilled out into his lap—a BMW and a Camaro, and Steve looked delighted. "They're our cars," he whispered, grinning at Billy, his eyes sparkling in the lights from the tree as he ripped the cardboard off the backs, and touched their front bumpers gently together.

Billy shoved them down, hissing, "Don't make our cars kiss."

"But they're in love," Steve whispered back, bumping them together again, and Billy leaned his face in his hand and groaned.

He glanced over at Susan, sitting next to Max and El as El told his stepmom about things you could put in bike wheels to make noise. He couldn't picture Susan Hargrove going through the toy aisle, finding their cars, and he wondered for a wild moment if Max had, but that was even harder to picture. Steve kissed the cars bumpers together again, making a smoochy noise, and Billy elbowed him. He couldn't figure out what the cars had even been for—she wouldn't have given them to him—so the remaining option was Susan had shopped for Steve, intending the whole time to give him little toy cars in a mismatched pair.

Steve put both cars in his hand, their undercarriages pressed together, and rolled their tires together with a sly grin, and Billy smacked his hand again, reddening. “Okay, so,” Steve said finally, “—I didn’t know you’d want to come.”

“It’s fine,” Billy laughed, but Steve shook him gently by the shoulders.

“No, it’s not, but I gotta find you something better than what Bradley's Big Buy had, okay. All I got you was this—” he pushed a squishy package into Billy’s hands, and Billy ripped it open to find a soft sweater, clingier than the horse blanket Steve had pulled over his head earlier. “It’s the color of your—no, it’s not,” Steve said, squinting into his face, and Billy started snickering as Steve grabbed him by both arms and pushed him closer to the tree, then pulled him back, then walked him through the all the sprawled kids and around the other side. “There,” Steve said proudly. “It’s the color of your eyes.”

“I can’t see them,” Billy reminded him, grinning, and Steve stared at his mouth, licking his own lips, then groaned quietly in the back of his throat and stalked back to the couch, sucking on the ring-pop.

“Billy,” said Susan, holding out two rectangular department-store boxes with fancy bows, and Billy bit his lips together and sat down right where he was, lifting the lid on the top one. It was a button-down like he liked, the same brand he was wearing, in a deep oceany blue, and he bit his lips together, frowning into the box.

“Neil was busy, so I told him he didn't need to...supervise the shopping,” she said. “It should be the right size.”

Billy nodded, putting the lid back on, and opened the other, bigger box to see a wool coat, thick but tailored. He narrowed his eyes and put it on, and Steve whistled like a goddamn train. Billy ignored him, tugging at it and zipping up the front, and for once, dressed for the outdoors, didn’t feel like he was wearing an entire mattress tied to his chest. “...thanks,” he said, feeling his face heat, and avoiding looking up at her face by testing the size of the pockets.

“Don’t freeze to death,” Susan told him, sighing, and handed him his stocking. He pulled out Mr. T’s Candy Cups, and Nerds, and some oranges, and Starburst, and then felt something thick. He thought this better not be a fucking bag of coal, after she said she didn’t even think it was funny.

It was a pair of socks, warm and soft, and he considered them for a second before placing them in his lap, and reaching in to find a cassette of David Bowie’s Let’s Dance. He was just pulling out some Twix bars when Max dropped next to him, and he pulled his candy back towards him, narrowing his eyes at her.

“I got my own candy, dipshit,” she said, rolling her eyes, and fiddling with her new, shiny walkie-talkies. "The hat's warm."

Billy grimaced. "We'll get you the board repair kit."

"...he told you not to buy it, didn't he," she said heavily, and Billy winced, opening his mouth.

“Everybody done?” Joyce yelled, and Max opened her mouth and closed it again, gripping the walkie-talkie, but Joyce walked by and patted her shoulder, calling out, “Everybody done with presents? Okay! Go the hell to bed.” Max scuttled away to her sleeping bag, and Joyce prodded Hopper in the side, which he ignored. She cupped her hands around her mouth, shouting up at him. “Bedtime!”

“It’s morning,” Dustin said, snickering, but he covered a yawn, and Will walked over to his side of their shared sleeping bags, his arms filled with loot, and collapsed in a smiling pile.

“Fine, fine,” Hopper said, clapping his hands. “Everybody back to bed! G’night!”

Max opened her mouth, frowning at him, then sighed, and lurched tiredly to her feet, stumbling away. Steve came over and sat in her spot, throwing his arm around Billy, and sucking his ring-pop, and they sat and stared at the tree as the kids crawled back into their sleeping bags, Rudolph’s dad was terrible on the TV, and the adults all shuffled back upstairs.

“Love you,” Steve whispered.

“I heard those were invented to stop kids sucking their thumbs,” Billy whispered back, flicking Steve's hand with the ring-pop.

“It’s definitely been handy when I wanted to suck on things,” Steve said agreeably, and Billy choked, coughing, as Steve slurped away at his cherry ring-pop, looking smug.

Billy woke the next day alone in the sleeping bag, and tender where he’d rolled on his belt, and where the seams of his jeans had sanded his legs. He groaned into the soft blue-green sweater he was using as a pillow, and smelled food .

Nancy’d shown up, he found out, when he sat up like a groundhog blinking at the sun. She was on the couch with Jonathan, flipping through a different photo book in black and white. They both blinked at Billy, and then waved silently, and he waved back, looking around for Steve, and hoping Steve’s ex and her new beau didn’t try to include Billy in their conversation.

Steve was running back and forth from the kitchen, carrying plates and wearing an intent grin, and Billy watched him for a few minutes before clambering out of the sleeping bag. The others were rolled up, he noticed, and tried to zip his apart. He caught the ties in the zipper, somehow, and was trying to figure out whether he could just roll them together when Will dropped to sit next to him, eager to leverage his sleeping-bag-taming knowledge for copies of all Billy’s music.

Billy considered, aware of Nancy and Jonathan trying not to watch him repeatedly lose his battle with a squishy inanimate object, and finally agreed. “You figure this shit out and I’ll copy you the new Def Leppard,” he whispered, and Will hugged him, which was just—weird, so he waited until it was over, and walked away, trying to fix his hair by feel.

Lucas and Max showed up that afternoon, Mike was there, Billy registered vaguely, giving all the appropriate compliments to El about her bike, and Billy dozed on Steve’s shoulder in a turkey coma and let the Christmas carols float over him.

Just after he thought they’d left again, the floor pounded as Max stalked up to him and slapped the new walkie-talkie in his hand. “Everybody else has one,” she said, glaring at it, turning on her heel, and stalking off. Billy stared after her, wondering whether she honestly couldn't find someone to give it to. He'd seen Lucas', and it was twice the size.

“Ooo, I have one!” Steve said excitedly. “We can talk when you can’t get to the phone!”

Billy glanced up at him, and back down, imagining being able to call Steve when his door was padlocked from the outside, and bit his lips together. He nodded, and cleared his throat. “I, uh, yeah. I’ll...get some batteries.”

“I’ve got some,” Steve said, squirming away, then dropping beside him again to hand over an eight-pack of Energizers. “Dustin gave me some for mine.”

“...might use this thing a lot,” Billy said warningly, flicking the buttons, and Steve laughed.

“Good, I don’t wanna feel needy.”

Before everyone left, Billy got hugs from Joyce and Mrs. Henderson—he couldn’t think of her as Claudia, not when she was wearing an apron and reminded him so much of Mrs. Claus—a companionable shoulder-squeeze from Hopper, and a tense smile from Susan. El asked whether they could come back next year, explaining how Santa got lost sometimes without woodstoves, and Steve nodded seriously, agreeing to everything she said.

Jonathan shook Billy's hand like an awkward nerd, while Will tried to convince them to hang out and listen to music together, until El started questioning them all about music, and Hopper drug her away. As Jonathan, Will, El, and Hopper stumbled off in a hand-holding chain like Billy's paper-doll garland, Billy felt a tap on the shoulder, and turned to see Joyce Byers again.

"Jonathan and Will showed me the car," she said. "It looks really nice."

"They vacuumed it," Steve said, laughing and waving his hands, and Billy rolled his eyes.

"Steve fixed it so your battery will charge right, and changed your oil," he reported, and Steve laughed, grinning, then went wide-eyed as Joyce hugged them both around the necks, yanking them down even though she stood on her tiptoes.

"Thanks so much, you two," she said, sounding a little choked. "You're such good kids. You're such good kids."

Steve made a weird noise in his throat, and Billy's eyes skipped the stinging and went straight to blurry with tears, so he pulled away, clearing his throat, and made a show of lighting a cigarette.

"A-anytime," Steve said, laughing a little unnaturally. He folded his arms, unfolded them, and bit his lips, and Joyce squeezed his shoulder.

"Thank you," she said earnestly, and he nodded.

Billy threw an arm around him as Joyce walked away. Dustin glanced between Billy and Steve and saluted, laughing and shaking his head, and Nancy waved again from the car window. Steve waved back.

“We look like the parents in a Christmas special,” Billy said, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Steve, and waving at departing cars. "Like a sitcom." Steve snorted a laugh, wiping his eyes.

After they’d all gone, Billy leaned in the doorway between the kitchen and the front room, watching Steve pick up a couple pieces of wrapping paper, and sigh. He sat under the tree, holding a piece of Mrs. Henderson’s ugliest wrapping paper, covered in brown and orange angels that looked like a hollow-eyed Strawberry Shortcake. Steve stretched it flat, and bit his lips together, before crumpling it, his shoulders a little bowed.

“...you don’t think Chriatmas is over, do you?” Billy asked, wandering closer.

“What?” Steve laughed, his eyes lowered. “I mean, it’s still the 25th. I guess. Christmas until midnight.”

“Yeah, that too,” Billy agreed, coming up behind him to reach around with both arms and take the sad crumpled Christmas paper away. He tossed it behind the tree, and Steve snorted a laugh, leaning back into his arms. “But we haven’t even gotten our best present yet,” he whispered, letting his breath tickle Steve’s ear, so he shivered. “This is the part I’ve been waiting for.” Steve opened his mouth, shrugging, and Billy yanked him around so they were nose to nose. “I got the biggest present under the tree,” Billy hissed, “—and I’ve been so patient, don’t you dare tell me Christmas is over now.”

Steve grinned at him, wide and delighted, and Billy squished his face with both hands, making his grin kissable.

Having had plenty of time to plan, Billy grabbed one of the sleeping bags, unrolled it, and tossed it under the tree, towards the fire. Steve pulled him over for a deeper kiss this time, soft and exploratory, as though he didn’t know every hitch of Billy’s breath, and the way he trembled when Steve bit gently at his lower lip, and let it pull through his teeth. “Jesus god of reindeer,” Billy whispered muzzily, and Steve burst out laughing.

“What,” he said. “What?”

“You,” Billy said hoarsely, and cleared his throat, trying to remember his script. “You wanna put on, like, your Christmas songs. Or—or movies. Or something.”

“...you wanna fuck me to Rudolph?” Steve asked, looking a little weirded out, and Billy gritted his teeth, and committed, for the sake of love.

“You want your Christmas shit playing when you get presents, right.”

“...jesus,” Steve whispered, head cocked like Billy was crazy, but beaming all the same. “Uh.” He flushed, biting his lips as he narrowed his eyes at the TV and VCR, and then the tape player. “Uh, just music, maybe.”

“Yeah, I don’t know about Rudolph,” Billy grimaced, imagining the little reindeer’s nasal tones, and the nitwit misfit song. “I mean, if you want to, but I’m gonna...good thing I already know how fucking weird you are—”

“I didn’t come up with—with this Rudolph sex orgy idea,” Steve hissed back, poking him in the chest.

Billy shrugged, rubbing it. “I really don’t know what’s weirder about that than listening to, like, The Carpenters, or John Denver and the Muppets,” he said, waiting while Steve blew the dust off the record player, and frowned between The Jackson 5 Christmas Album and A Partridge Family Christmas Card. “Or those,” Billy said, making a face at little Michael Jackson, and sitting on the sleeping bag, waiting while his dick strained against the inside of his jeans.

“Just don’t think too much about it,” Steve muttered, crouching down to put on A Partridge Family with pink cheeks, and Billy waited until the speakers crackled and Mr. Partridge started singing to grab Steve around the waist.

Billy pulled his boyfriend's butt half into his lap, where he could slide his hands up Steve’s sides, lifting his sweater and shirt, and kissing the skin between his shoulder blades. Steve laughed, and leaned his head back against Billy’s shoulder for a kiss. Billy gave him one—then two—then stared at Steve’s startled grin, and sighed, brushing their lips together as the magnetic pull hauled him back in, and Steve gave a muffled laugh and a contented noise deep in his throat, closing his eyes. He tasted sweet, like the cookies he’d been eating, even sweeter than usual, and Billy groaned and shoved Steve forward again in order to push his sweater and shirt up over his shoulders, white from winter, and scattered with birthmarks. Billy kissed a few of them.

“Better keep me warm,” Steve whispered, curling up in his arms, and Billy pulled him in as tight as he could, burying his probably goofy-looking grin in Steve’s hair.

“Oh, I’ll warm you up,” he whispered, and Steve snickered, relaxed against him as Billy slid his hands around Steve's waist, and down to undo his boyfriend’s jeans. Steve groaned, shivering as Billy pulled his cock out—it was already satisfyingly hard in his hand, and Billy rubbed the edge of his thumb across it, so Steve grunted and squirmed in his lap. “...guess the Partridge Family really does it for you,” Billy whispered.

“Shut your face,” Steve mumbled, panting. “You do it for me, we could be—we could be listening to like. Bird calls, I don’t give a fuck—”

“You saying Tweety Bird gets your motor running,” Billy whispered back, and Steve elbowed him, mostly hitting sweater.

“Fuck you,” he hissed, his hips jerking so his dick bumped against Billy’s thumb again, into his hand, and Billy squeezed it, the wetness letting his thumb slide easily over the tip. “Oh jesus,” Steve whispered. “God…”

“Lay down,” Billy said, biting his shoulder gently, and Steve arched against him, groaning. “Come on, your majesty, I’m not even done unwrapping you yet.”

“...nerd,” Steve snorted, panting, but he let himself be pressed back onto the sleeping bag, his cock sliding against Billy’s hand as Billy held him down, gently, by the lower belly, tugging his jeans off. Steve bent his legs up to let Billy yank the legs off without having to move, and Billy laughed as he tugged Steve’s socks off, and tossed them away. Steve grinned up at him, his face lit by the lights on the tree, making him look a little starry.

“There,” Billy said, rubbing his free hand up Steve’s thigh. He leaned in to kiss his boyfriend’s naked dick, and Steve yelped, moaning in the back of his throat.

“What—about you,” he grunted, his voice a little rough. “You gonna raw me in your jeans?”

He sounded hungry at the thought, and Billy filed that away for later. “Nah,” he whispered, swinging a leg over so he was sitting across his boyfriend’s thighs. “Thought I’d make you watch me, for a bit,” he said, sliding two fingers in his mouth, and sucking on them.

Steve muttered “Oh, shit,” and propped himself up on his elbows.

“Now you got me in this damn...Mr. Rogers sweater,” Billy said, keeping his voice low as he drug his fingers down it, Steve’s gaze fixed on them as his dick leaked.

“Don’t talk about Mr. Rogers, gross,” he whispered, and Billy grinned, swinging his hips a little from side to side so Steve's naked thighs could feel the warmth of his ass through jeans. “Jesus,” Steve muttered, clenching his fists as Billy slid both hands around his own waist just under the edge of the sweater, lifting them up underneath against his sides, and Steve laughed a little unevenly, his eyes widening.

Billy lifted the sweater a little more, running his fingers lightly over his abs, and then his pecs as they flexed with his arms up in the damn sweater, and Steve swallowed visibly. Billy pulled the sweater off his shoulders and head, shaking his hair back, and flexed his arms as he pulled the sweater sleeves off.

Steve threw his head back laughing. “Love you,” he said, always picking the weirdest times.

“We’re boning to the Partridge Family,” Billy hissed, instantly irritated. “If this fuckery isn’t love I don’t know what is.”

“I know,” Steve said, his smile soft even as his cock dripped on his belly. “Thanks for boning me to the Partridge Family.”

“Shut the hell up, I’m stripping,” Billy growled, and Steve started laughing again, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes, and Billy swore and leaned in to kiss him, flattening him to the ground, and wiping the wetness away from his boyfriend’s eyes with his knuckles. “The fuck is wrong with you,” he muttered, and Steve snickered, sniffling. “You want me to hurry up?”

“No,” Steve laughed, swallowing a suspicious gulping sound, and Billy frowned harder. “I just like this,” Steve whispered, laughing, his eyes welling up again. “I like this Christmas.”

“Are you gonna do this every year?” Billy asked in horror, imagining his boyfriend crying through sex while puppets wailed in the background, and Steve laughed harder, wiping his face.

“You saying you’re gonna bone me under the tree every year?” he asked, and Billy felt his face heat. Steve grinned, reaching up to tuck Billy’s curls out of his face, behind his ear. “In sickness and in health?”

“Why are you so weird,” Billy groaned, rocking his hips, so Steve grunted, closing his eyes. “Yes. Yeah. Next year we’ll fuck to Frosty, can I get back to stripping now?”

“Yeah,” Steve laughed, sniffling. “I love you. Yeah.”

“Christ,” Billy muttered, wiping his boyfriend’s eyes and cheeks again, his own eyes stinging a little—probably with embarrassment, he thought, fairly sure he was gonna get a half-chub every time he heard the Partridge Family playing, for the rest of his life.

Steve was still hard, at least—which was more disconcerting than anything—so Billy sighed, and rolled his hips again, as a reset. Every time he did, his fly brushed the bottom of Steve’s dick, and he groaned, rocking his head back against the sleeping bag. He was starting to sweat, and the light of the tree made him glisten.

“Look at me,” Billy told him, and Steve folded his arms behind his head to see. Billy ran his fingers up his new blue shirt—cupping his sides like his hands were Steve’s, and then running his hands up along the buttons to undo the first one.

“Never seen you with your shirt all the way on before,” Steve whispered, his eyes fond, and Billy snorted.

“Can’t let up on the advertising campaign,” he said. “Gotta show you the goods.”

“No, you don’t,” Steve reached down to squeeze Billy’s thigh through his jeans. Billy undid another button, parting the fabric over his collarbones, and running his hands down his neck, and Steve leaned his head on one shoulder, smiling up. “I’m not gonna...forget, jesus,” he whispered. “Never gonna forget what you look like, babe.”

Billy grabbed the sweater and leaned in to lift Steve’s head into a kiss, tucking the sweater behind it as a pillow.

“God,” Steve whispered against his mouth, running his hands over Billy’s half-unbuttoned shirt.

Billy sat back upright again, while Steve groaned and grabbed at his shirt as he pulled away. Billy undid another button, letting his nails scrape along his skin as he scooped his pendant into his mouth, swaying his hips. He slid his fingers down over the remaining buttons to brush over the edge of his belt, raising his eyebrows at Steve, who laughed, panting.

“Yeah, I’m watching, loverboy.” Steve leaned back on one elbow, smiling smugly, and Billy watched the low golden light on his boyfriend’s face and hair.

Billy ran his fingers over his fly, and down in his pants, tugging his shirt tails out one by one, and swayed his hips in a slow figure-eight as Steve bucked a little under him, grinning.

“Gonna be New Years by the time you’re done, jesus,” Steve said, his gaze riveted to Billy’s hands.

“Can’t keep it up, there, pretty boy?” Billy asked, arching his back as he undid the lowest button, and then parted his shirt like a curtain and undid the one above it to show his taut belly and the trail of hair leading into his jeans.

“Not the problem,” Steve said through gritted teeth, the fingers on his free hand digging into Billy’s thighs.

Billy stopped, looking down to unbutton his cuff and roll it up a couple of times, humming carelessly as Steve squirmed under him, smacking his leg.

“Hurry up, you bastard,” he demanded, and Billy smiled, unbuttoning the other cuff.

“You gonna ask nicely?” he asked, and Steve laughed, shifting under him with a grimace. “You’re leaking like a hose connection with a bad washer.”

“Shut up,” Steve hissed. “Like you aren’t making me.”

“Maybe I should stop,” Billy said, stretching so his shirt lifted.

“Please, please, you dickhead,” Steve broke. “My legs are fucking going to sleep, and my dick’s gonna explode—”

“Thought you loved me,” Billy said, licking his lips, and leaning in so his stomach brushed Steve’s dick. Steve yelped, groaning, and bucking up into the friction. “Isn’t that what you were saying earlier? King Steve, the chosen one?”

“Love you a lot more if you let me touch,” Steve growled, laughing. As Billy sat up, Steve reached out and yanked at his belt, and Billy laughed, smacking Steve’s hand away.

“Thought you didn’t want Christmas to be over,” Billy whispered, and Steve laughed harder, his cock dripping across his stomach.

“Yeah,” he admitted, leaning back with a shaky breath. “Yeah, I don’t. Never want this to be over.” His knuckles went white as his fingers tightened on Billy’s swaying thighs.

The Partridge Family switched to Winter Wonderland, and Billy’s side was warmed by the fire. He knew the light of it gilded his hair and skin as he flexed his bare forearms, sliding a finger under the leather strap of his belt as Steve groaned.

Billy flicked it out of the belt loops, tugging it off the tongue of the buckle and slowly drawing it loose over his fly. Steve twitched under him, swallowing back a noise as Billy’s jeans brushed his cock. “You want me to fuck you?” Billy asked, undoing the buttons of his jeans one-by-one so Steve could see he was going commando, and pressing his thumb and forefinger together in a tight circle over his own dick, so Steve’s bounced untouched on his stomach.

“Holy shit,” Steve breathed, looking him over, and Billy grinned.

“Want me to do all the work,” Billy whispered, swaying his hips with the music, “—so all you have to do is lie there?”

“Anything,” Steve said. “Love you, jesus.”

Billy’s hand stuttered, and he leaned forward again, bracing himself over Steve’s chest. “Tell me,” he said. “You want me to ride you? What?”

“I want everything,” Steve said, his eyes wide and soft, and then he grinned. “I mean, we got so many leftovers to get through. Whatever we don’t do now—”

“How can you be such a romantic and such a shithead,” Billy muttered, reaching down to squeeze his boyfriend’s hand.

“Fuck me just like that,” Steve said. “Your party jeans and that shirt. You look like—you’re a wet dream, jesus.” Billy grinned, cocking his head and licking his lips, and Steve laughed shakily. “Yeah, come on, asshole,” he whispered. “Billy.”

“Yeah,” Billy said, scrounging around in the back of the TV cabinet where he’d hidden the lube, and pulling the condom out of his back pocket. He squirted some lube in his hand, and pushed Steve’s legs up to slide his hand between them, watching him squirm against the cold.

“Warm it up, dickhead,” Steve muttered, grabbing his wrist, but as soon as Billy started sliding his fingers up and down, Steve relaxed, going boneless with one leg bent up, the other sprawled to the side. His eyes went half-lidded as he grinned up in the starry rainbow lights.

Billy watched him pant in the light of the Christmas tree, and smiled, holding Steve’s hips flat to the floor with one hand, and bending to slip his mouth over his boyfriend’s cock.

“Jesus christ,” Steve grunted, shifting under Billy’s hands, and Billy hummed along with the song, knowing he could probably shove on in, but taking it slow, swirling his tongue around Steve’s dick as his fingers worked. He rubbed over the edge of Steve’s hole, over and over, until he was squirming, red-cheeked, and biting his lips together, and he finally said “Jesus, fuck me, god—”

Billy lifted his mouth off Steve’s cock with a pop. “His majesty’s getting impatient,” he said, and Steve yelled “Yes, I fucking am.” Billy laughed, leaning his head against Steve’s knee, and then kissed it, before crawling up to kiss Steve’s mouth.

“Fuck you,” Steve muttered, panting, his skin gleaming with sweat in the light of the tree. “God…” he whispered against Billy’s mouth, whining softly, and Billy grabbed the sweater and shoved it under Steve’s back, pushing his legs up so Billy could push slowly in.

“Merry Christmas,” he mumbled, and Steve started snickering, grunting as Billy’s weight pushed the air from his lungs, but pulling him in for a kiss, bent nearly double.

“God, you feel good,” Steve grunted, as Billy narrowed his eyes, checking his boyfriend’s sprawled limbs for tension before thrusting his hips. “God, yes,” Steve moaned, kissing hazily at anything of Billy's he could reach.

It wasn’t so bad, Billy decided, boning Steve Harrington under the Christmas tree, and watching the Christmas lights reflect off his eyes. Even the music wasn’t too awful—he mostly tuned it out—until Billy went too hard, rustling the nearest branch of the tree as Steve writhed beneath him, and a popcorn ball smacked right between his shoulders and bounced off Steve’s knee, and they both had to stop while they laughed themselves breathless.

“Let’s do this every year,” Steve whispered into his shoulder once they’d finished, sweaty and smiling, and Billy snorted a laugh, pulling him closer.

“...yeah, okay,” he whispered back, running his hand around his boyfriend’s ass where it was still a little sticky, and considering Round Two. “You’re worth it.”

“Good,” Steve laughed, squirming closer. “You’re worth it too. This. Anything.”

“...love you too,” Billy whispered, hugging him close.

#harringrove #Finally the pornz #Found family #Boyfriend cookies #platypan FINISHED FIC

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thea gushes over kate's "alex vs the school for good" fanfic

i've reread this fanfic twice before it was finished but now it's finished, therefore i will read this beautiful work of art a third time and i have no regrets because this is the best fanfic in the entire fandom and i love kate so let's go (u never asked for it but here it is @pumpkinpaperweight)

i love how alex's close relationship with her parents, especially tedros, is already established within the first scene

alex is so witty and her mind is so sharp i've missed her so much :')

alex ribbin on tedros and agatha laughin as a sign of encouragement is my favorite thing

chapter 3: hooray for teenage angst

I STILL CAN'T GET OVER THE FACT THAT TEDROS NAMED HIS DOG CHICKEN THAT IS SUCH A TEDROS THING TO DO

will there be a one shot on the multiple ooty ambassor incidents????? i am Excited

"...and the author of this tale had lost their copy of The School for Good and Evil, and therefore could not remember exactly what the School for Good was meant to look like. They were running entirely off memory, and not doing a bad job, all things considered." KATE AKSKSJDKLFJ

get this: what if the camelot years were just a fever dream and alex vs is canon. what if.

chapter 10: these dogs are still alive for plot devices and comic relief don't @ me

marcy girl chill out

omg dean cromwell vs alex wearing the boys' uniform scene - iconic and sora-approved

oh my god i actually thought sophie stopping thorne was a scene in the actual books instead of in alex vs skdjkdfs

i love kate's adult! sophie - very realistic and in character

chapter 13: HA! GAY!

talib and sora my babies my precious my lovelies

"talib grinned, looking back in the direction of the classroom - sora kept looking at him and missed a step on the stairs" gay

chapter 15: my gran could do better, and she killed a warlock with a cheesecake - I LOVE THE CHAPTER TITLES SO MUCH

alex is so precious why are people being so mean to her :'( sora and i will happily burn them alive

"chaddick and lancelot always smacked her with the butt of the sword to signify a hit, but tedros had tended to sort of half-heartedly shove her off of the mat, unwilling to hurt her" tedros being a good and caring soft dad :')

"alex, what does your dad have?" "low self-esteem?" JESUS ALEX SKDFJLSDJFLJFSLDJ

"alex's temper was utterly uncontrollable, and hort didn't know how he'd forgotten- now it was all rushing back to him in one big, rather traumatic, wave" I'M LAUGHING

omg four year old alex defending her father i'm heart eyes

#i don't like this cromwell bat bring dovey back

"sora's brain was still trying to work out which panic he should prioritise more -the super deadly predators trotting at his feet, or the fact that talib was holding his hand?" Gay

seeing alex cry is like seeing a friend crying - it makes you sad and murderous

"we have been in so many fights.” said alex tiredly. “i wish our author would think of something else. but she won’t, it’s the Trial by Tale next, and that’s all fighting” KATE

chapter 21: EMMA, THEY'RE HOMOSEXUALS

"sora had snatched nadiya’s handkerchief and thrown it to talib like a maid watching her favourite knight" [crying] i would kill a small child for them

sora and alex trying to hide behind each other at the same time is makin me burst into hysterics

oooo sora bout to murder a bitch

sophie acting like an actual dean :')

nadiya's such a queen we stan

june being friends with talib and fondly calling him an idiot is my new religion

alex saying she's the "loser daughter" and me knowing that tedros and agatha are watching her right now hurts. thanks a lot kate

june and thorne???? ship????

omg sora laying it on thick and pretending to be unconscious so talib could carry him sldjsdlkfjdslf

SORA COMPLIMENTING TALIB ON HOW BEAUTIFUL HE LOOKS IN FRONT OF THEIR CLASSMATES

"my darling angel prince" that's Gay "sora fiddled with talib's collar" GAYYYYY

"gentle marital dispute" i adore kate's humor

TALIB PUNCHING THORNE TO PROTECT SORA

"wow,” said sora dreamily.

“he just punched someone in the face, sora,” sighed marcy.

“i’m dying, not blind. that was hot--”

im going to have a heart attack

sora dragging tedros is my new favorite thing

"sora smiled in a very self-satisfied sort of way, almost as if he knew the annoyance he’d caused several hundred miles away" this is sora's true talent

i love how alex breaks the 4th wall

sora: i don't know whether you've noticed, alex, but i can be really rude?

alex: ur not that rude to me

sora: because i thought it might make u cry

:') i love their friendship so much

yes alex! call him out! sora IS emotionally constipated!

omg im curious as to what color alex's fingerglow is

OMG ALEX'S TALENT IS RELATED TO AGATHA'S I LOVE IT

newsflash cromwell! we don't care about ur reputation OR you

alex clutching onto her aunt's arm :'(

awwwwhhh alex w curly hair!! <3

talib is the sweetest boy ever oh my goodness

OH MY GOD HE'S A PISCES OF COURSE KSJFSDJF SOFT BOY

sora is an aquarius HAHA suits him

alex's dramatic entrances are clearly from sophie's influence :')

talib gifting sora roses that's Gay

sora foreshadowing how ros and raiden will get along >:)

sora is a grumpy old man in a 16 year old body but WILL eat his friend's questionably edible birthday cake made for him don’t test him

TALIB AND SORA KISSING QUEEN KATE REALLY DELIVERS

SORA MAKING THE FIRST MOVE I AM SCREECHING I AM GOING TO BITE MY ARM OFF

oh my go d talib don't go ohmygod kate why

OMG ROSALINE POV I'M EXCITED

agatha planning a wrestling match with her and tedros vs cromwell and agatha confirming that the coven have spilled blood over june and will not hesitate to do it again is my favorite thing

if u look closely or if u look at all, ros is clearly a never

tedros: i don't have favorites

agatha: i do. you're my least favorite

tedros: i'm ur husband

agatha: so?

omg alex is tedros' favorite and marcus is agatha's favorite so does that mean ros is sophie's favorite

and now we're in marcus' POV? kate just keeps delivering

omg the famous camelot family scene i've been waiting for is finally coming to fruition

it's official: we stan emi

whenever i hear somebody call agatha the queen of camelot, i get this tight ache of pride in my chest

i love how marcus just looks at his father and tedros knows exactly what he's asking :')

raiden and the twins, marcus and ros? my Body is Ready for ros vs

WHAT IS IT WITH PEOPLE SLAMMING THE DOOR OPEN IN THIS FANFIC KSHFDJFSLJLJ

anemone campaigning for a ranking board that says who has the hots for who is something i can get behind

"there was a brief scuffle whilst both tedros and agatha fought to hug alex at the same time, which she didn't look in the least bothered about" ALEX FAMILY TIME YAY <3

alex introducing agatha, her famous mother, to her roommates is one of my favorite things

"alex stuck her tongue out at her and went back to rifling in her mother's cloak pockets for food" if this isn’t me -

alex being a wingwoman to make her mom sign marcy's copy of the tale of sophie and agatha is my favorite thing #1972934794

talib not recoginizing tedros as the king of camelot but as alex's dad :')

THE COLD SHOULDER SMOULDER

i love how ros could tell how much a fashion piece costs and what material it is just by looking at it

"there was a resounding crash, and another blade caught his, halfway" i love how tedros entered into this chapter kate is such a good writer

im lovin these marcus and ros descriptions

"rosalind and marcus looked at each other, then, slowly, back at jimmy. both of them suddenly looked a lot older than they were. raiden wondered how much damage they could do as a team. probably quite a lot" "raiden resisted the urge to squish marcus's cheeks" ROS VS HERE I COME

sophie rushing bc she senses drama is a big mood

omg i love these camelot year references

"...whilst tedros tried to pretend he hadn't just tried to shove agatha behind him, and awkwardly returned Excalibur to its sheath" his instincts :')

people mentioning that alex is a big sister makes me feel warm inside

the image of tedros braiding rosalind's hair gives me heart eyes

OMG GIN MILLS AND THE GOODS REFERENCE HAHA I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE KATE

im glad they're talking about alex and the reverse mogrification incident! i am also Intrigued

wait i thought ros and marcus were 10 years old? but agatha mentions how ros is 13? did i miss something

alex and hester aunt and niece relationship :')

this unspoken understanding between the pendragons is everything bless u kate

"i love it when Evers act like Nevers," emi told her grandsons from under her tree. “it’s good for the liver.”

EMI KNOWS ROS IS A NEVER SHE CALLED IT

oh alex u sweet darling child of course sora and talib are boyfriends even thorne could see it

this alex and thorne thing? gotta say,,,,,, i see the ship possibilities

SORA YOU EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BUFFOON JUST TALK TO YOUR BOYFRIEND TALIB OH MY GOD

omg the everboys sitting in the beautification lesson im excited

emma,,,,... darling,,,,.........,,, they're Gay

i support alex's plan to look hot for the snow ball and single-handedly destroy the buffet

i love how tyler and marcy are in the squad now :')

anemone: WHO

talib: i'm not telling u!

anemone: WHICH GIRL

talib: not a - not a. uh, girl

anemone: I RESPECT THAT ALSO

tyler, nadiya, and marcy quietly discussing alex's type LKSDJFLSJFK

sora im bout to body slam u talk to ur bf u idiot donkey don't be like teenage tedros and agatha

"akiyama sora is a dead man," muttered nadiya" i bow to one (1) queen

SORA'S GAY PANIC

chapter 29: fellas is it gay to protect roses from winter damage

"poor thing,” she added as an afterthought. alex was forcibly reminded of her aunt’s 100% Evil status"

i love these scenes with sophie <3

"er. it's okay, professor," said sora's mouth. alex for the love of christ help me you useless git, said sora's eyes"

FINALLY SORA YOUR TWO BRAIN CELLS KISSED AND EXPERIENCED COMMON SENSE

alex saying marcy has horrible taste in men but swearing to take tyler's kidneys if he doesn't go for marcy - true friendship

AWWWWHHHHHH ALEX CAME UP WITH THE IDEA FOR THE EVERGIRLS WHO DON'T WANT DATES TO GO TO THE SNOW BALL WITH ANEMONE <333333

anemone just said the f word is this legal

the amount of times i've screamed over sora nd talib is too much to count - sometimes in excitement and sometimes in pain

"he was cut off when talib seized his collar and kissed him, much harder than sora had kissed him the first time" my lungs are exploding

ANEMONE IS ME I AM ANEMONE

"sora exercised all the curse words he knew in her native language. alex grinned. "you sound like ros. except ros knows more words" oh??????????

i've smiled more reading chapter 29 than i have this whole year

sora: weren't u listening to the announcement yesterday

alex: who was doing the announcing?

sora: pollux

alex: nope

love that tedros deemed his wedding outfit a Sacred Object

i love how tedros and rosalind bond over fashion

alex has a daily ritual of high-fiving the statue of king arthur, her grandfather. i love her.

omg tedros adopting a pseudo father figure role over tyler love that

i said love so many times but i can't help it this fic is just too good

it's official: sora is alex's partner in crime

so just to catch up, the squad consists of alex, nadiya, sora, talib, tyler, marcy, and june - and out of this chaos rises a mom friend: nadi

i never knew how much i wanted to see the teachers gossiping until i got it

of course agatha never hired a nanny for her children she loves them too much to ever not raise them herself >:((((((

magazine with a pic of talib: major hottie alert!

sora: finally, some high-end journalism

kate ur mind is amazing

omg i love this curses! the musical plot point im excited

ros? as the queen of camelot? Sign Me Up

SORA ND ALEX WROTE THE SCRIPT KSJFSDLJFSLD HERE WE GO

alex is drawing a six pack on her stomach with a pen to prepare for her role as tedros somebody please help me my lungs have ruptured

title reference on a crop top!! impressive!!

"MORE PANACHE !" sophie bellowed at the stage" did soman write this or did u kate

is marcus on the autism spectrum???? it would be great if he was

"alex said a quick prayer to rosalind, patron saint of spinning half-truths to people and getting away with it"

im grinning so hard at agatha possibly dying of laughter during alex's rendition of curses! the musical

"tedros made a sound like an animal in pain and sank down so low in his seat that he was barely visible. agatha burst into hysterical cackles, reminding ros, not for the first time, that she had been raised by an actual witch" "'tedros' and 'hort' had a rap battle that ended up getting too personal and devolved into a fistfight" AGATHA AND I ARE BOTH GOING TO DIE

"she turned around, saw tedros stood behind her, and screamed. tedros held up the programme, open on the page which said rewritten by akiyama sora and alex pendragon. alex screamed louder."

i adore the news' headlines

what's on the school master's mind??????????

omg is it about marcus and ros??

YES IT IS SKFDSJFL

chinhae is ros' friend and both of their names were circled in red bc the school master has a plan for them. whoaaaaaa

"slowly, she turned back to look up at the school master's tower. and got the distinct feeling someone was meeting her gaze" chills

finished 1:06 AM june 14, 2020

#this is so LONG sorry!!!#but i just love alex vs so much #i don't read fanfics at all so this is all yall are gonna get #i mean besides kate's fanfics ofc #alex vs #sge fanfic #kate #thea reads

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✨This or That!✨

Hello loves, I was tagged literal ages ago by @curly-bangtan (who is such a sweet human btw! Thank you for the tag :’) it’s impossibly sweet of you) and am in the backseat while road trippin so I’ve finally got some free time to fill this out! I’m so excited !! I love these things !so without further ado🙃 Lessss gooooo

• slow burn or love at first sight

I guess to clarify, I love an instant spark of attraction and a long treacherous road to resolution- while also being painfully obvious that there is attraction and also while being overtly flirty but no one has the emotional motor skills to just be upfront about it already

•fake dating or secret dating

Oh, 1,000,000% fake dating. It is one of the single greatest regrets of my life that no one has ever asked me to be their fake date or gf. Because I would have been F A N T A S T I C at it. But I guess I’ll never get to live out that pretend to real slowburn in real life after all.... also, secret dating can feel really sucky and isolating so I don’t recommend.

•enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers

Oh god, must I really pick between my children? My whole life it was best friends to lovers. Now that I am currently dating the guy who was my best friend, I really melt over the fiery tension of enemies to lovers ... GOD! it’s so satisfying!!! But I think best friends to lovers still has to squeak by just by an ounce. (I’m a softy at heart, what can I say?)

•oh no! There’s only one bed or long distance with correspondence

Oh far and away, the one bed trope! No contest. I also deeply regret that I haven’t figured out how to make myself attractive enough for someone to try to pull this one over on me. *sigh* well, what can you do? .... also, did a long distance relationship for...6.5 years? And yeah, if you’re a romantic like me- it is dreadfully unfulfilling, let me tell you.

•Hurt/comfort or Amnesia

Mother freaking amnesia A L W A Y S !!! Heck yes! Are there amnesia fics??? 🤭I’ve never found one! But I absolutely love this trope in stories and movies. One of my all time favorites- which AGAIN- has not had the decency to actually come to fulfillment in my real life: Like why has park Jimin never showed up spontaneously at one of my doctors appointments trying to convince me that we’ve been best friends who were secretly in love with other since we were 14 and we finally just got engaged or married a month ago and his life is incomplete without me but he’ll patiently wait for me to love him in return again in my own time but in the meantime, he’ll love me in any and every little way he can until I fall for him again? Huh? Where is it! .... was that too specific😅?

•Fantasy au or modern au

no contest. Give me medieval maidens and dragons any day. I live in modern day. Lemme tell you- she ain’t that special.

•mutual pining or domestic bliss

cue Schmidt from new girl-“I can do this AWL day, son- AWLLL DAY!!” Yessssss!!! Mutual pining is my crack! Give it to me! Always! Gimme it! (Why can’t I have the things that I want!) okay this is just a Schmidt quote/rant post now. ..... I really want to love domestic bliss. And some of the writers who are excellent at it absolutely take my breath away at how beautifully they romanticize the every day. But outside of their writing, I have no scope of how to conjure that wonder up on my own. It is a skill I deeply lack. In real life, I just wind up feeling like the bliss is boring- gimme some pining! Some angst! Some tension!!! Even if I do love me some fluff. Someone once I told me that I was in love with the idea of someone being in love with me. Gotta say, he’s not wrong.

•canon compliant or fix it fic

Honestly, I can’t say I’ve read very many of either. But I do like to see how people flex their creativity.

•alternate universe or future fic

My favorite tv show of all time is Fringe (god bless you, JJ Abrams). Your girl LOVES alternate timelines, multiple universes, flashpoint, paradox, butterfly/ripple effect- all of it!! Dear god, yes! Give it to me! (Also, every time I have a crush or dream that doesn’t work out, I comfort myself with the thought that somewhere out there, there’s an alternate timeline version of me that is happily existing with said boy or flourishing in said dream endeavor. It’s a tremendous source of comfort).

Although, I must say, in the comic realm, alternate universes can sometimes frustrate me- like genuinely, could we not just make the alpha timeline the most incredible one? Instead of the best relationships and plot threads never being actual canon?! Can we get it together??? Or are alternate timelines just the comic industry’s way of writing their own fix it fics, generations after the original protagonist has been painted into a corner. Also, how hard must that be? To write endlessly for the same character for 60+ years? We write one fic or a couple books for the same character... could you IMAGINE having to supply 60 years worth of consistent weekly or monthly context!!! Wild

•one shot or multi chapter

I prefer multi chapter because I prefer getting engrossed in an entire work/world. Usually I am left wanting with a well written one shot, because they’ve made it so real that I can’t stand not having more- so my greedy butt loves the feast of multi chapter so I can have as many delicious moments and details with these characters as possible.

I do however deeply admire the skill and brevity it takes to made a succinct one shot. @underthejoon and @kpopfanfictrash are both brilliant as heck at that. And it is admirable as all get out.

•kid fic or road trip fic

honestly, considering how much I swoon over men who are good with children in real life, and how much I look forward to being both pregnant and a mom one day, I really never get into kid or pregnancy fics. I just don’t? Don’t know why. But a road trip!???? Oh heck yes!!! 👏🏽Where 👏🏽do 👏🏽I 👏🏽sign 👏🏽up!!???👏🏽

•reincarnation or character death

Oh absolutely reincarnation. I love that. I blame sailor moon for that.....But also, I think it’s just very in line with my love of alternate universes and timelines. I love how everything is connected/weaves together and feels predestined in the best way. I’m a complete sucker for it

•arranged marriage or accidental marriage

Like @curly-bangtan I legit had no clue accidental marriage was a thing? Unless you count being drunk at Vegas and waking up with a ring or we’re on some Jacob and Leah/Rachel level ish (which is really and truly the WILDEST™️ story ever ya’ll) ..... but I love a good arranged marriage scenario. The tension/push pull and inevitable relenting is so fun. But will say though, why the heck do women always fight it? Like there’s literally a whole Kim taehyung or Kim Namjoon offering to voluntarily love you and you wanna whine about it???!?! How dare you

•high school romance or Middle Aged romance

This, again, one is a pretty firm, resolute one for me. I’ll take high school. I’ve always felt a little oddly uncomfortable with more mature™️ romance stories? Not sure why. But I think the really beautiful ones always hark back to the beauty of their feelings being refreshing like the innocence of their first love. I know I personally can over glorify youth, but I love coming of age romance (high school, college, twenties) and no one can stop me!!!! I will say though, I have a secret soft spot for the niche of story where people have loved the same person since they were young and the timing just never works out but they finally find each other when they’re older. (One day is like that, and film or movie, it will absolutely rip your heart out-my god, it’s beautiful)

•Time travel or isolated together

These are both freaking AMAZING! But if anything has been established in this post, I think it’s my deep love of alternate timeline/reincarnation/time travel stories. I think they’re all from the same cloth. I adore them (I just haven’t written one because I’m not sure I could do the subtlety of it any justice.) maybe one day. My favorite writers are rumored to have the same Myers’s Briggs type as me so maybe I too could someday have a fraction of their world building skill.

I 100% love both of these so neither is a loser. But give me isolated together AND one bed in the same fic???? Speakers blown

•neighbors or roommates

I have never had the pleasure of having an attractive neighbor, though I often pined for it. (I have a bomb idea for a neighbor Hobi fic though) I did have a cute neighborhood boy who occasionally cut the grass for us in high school. But that doesn’t really count.... anyway! I LOVE the idea of being roommates with an attractive boy!!! Like holy guac, can I please????? Cocktailing this trope makes me swoon harder than none other- best friends to lovers + roommates? Yes. Enemies to lovers + roommates? Holy heck. Soulmate au + roomates???? Hold my sweet tea. MUTUAL PINING AND ROOMATES!!!! Pregnant. Fantasy/magic au+ mutual pining + best friends to lovers + soulmate au + reincarnation + roommate au!?!?!?!! frickin dead in the streets, homie.

I cannot say enough how much I enjoy roomate au. In a serious conversation, I once legitimately told my current boyfriend that the idea of marriage freaks me out- but the idea of being best friend roomates with sexual tension sounds like a dream come true. God help me.

•sci fi or magic au

I love sci fi. Deeply. But I will never love logic more than magic. Ever. (All my infp’s! come join me in the comments. 🙈)

•body swap or gender bend

Body swap has always deeply intrigued me. Especially in film. But I’ve never seen it in a fic. I’ve always wanted somebody to be able to switch into my body to feel physically, mentally and emotionally like i do. The deepest level of empathy & jean grey telepathy if you ask me, even if the trope is generally used for comedy. But the idea of switching into a dudes body and having to deal with their anatomy low key freaks me the eff out. If I got stuck in jungkooks body, I don’t think I’d pee or shower for a week 🙈 sorry everybody. I was really sheltered ok? Please don’t come for me. Lol...... also, have never seen a gender bend fic. Not sure how that would work. Not my favorite idea.

•angst or crack

Angst is my crack.

Honestly though, if it’s well written, it doesn’t feel ‘angsty’- cuz that means whiny or clunky to me. Well written ‘angst’ just feels emotionally compelling, I think. My writing weirdly leans toward what I hope is real angst (I e solid, genuine conflict and not petulance), but when I seek out a read, I look for crack honestly.

• apocalyptic or mundane

I offer you one better- a love story of the beauty of the mundane amidst the apocalyptic.

*mic drop*

Seriously though, the setting provides enough tension usually. Especially if it’s zombie apocalyptic. Just let jungkook’s fingers delicately trace my palm and smile, sweet and lopsided at me in the candle light, while we hide away in our little bomb shelter that I’ve turned into a jungle garden to bring life into this wasteland a la secret life of arrietty. sigh. Maybe I need to write this....

My gosh!!! We made it to the end! That was so much fun! Thank you for tagging me, sweetness!💕✨ 🙂

I’ll add a tag list shortly- @laurelevermore @lamourche @bts-fantasy @urlocalkpoptrash @thedreaming-poet @kimcheeeeeeeeee @hayjeon @outrotearot7 @lorengarcia-yut @bts-luvvv @chicpalestinian @flyingchixenwing @glodenclosetau @space-mermaid-in-love @thiccasswonhoruinedmylife @minminslittlemonster

Copy and paste if you can. Or if you’re dealing with a piece of technological antiquity like me and it won’t let you, then screen record/screenshot it and pop back and forth between the tabs 😅(also Thanks for dealing with the completely unnecessary treatise I added beneath every bullet point. It was just so much for fun to explain WHY I chose each one than to just say yes/no. I’ve said it before, written brevity is just not my strong suit.)

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Somebody. {Tetsuro Kuroo x reader}

A/N: Is it kinda OOC? Maybe. Do I genuinely think Kuroo would be a mess of a human being when completely, stupidly in love? Of course I do. Therefore, you can have some stupidly in love Kuroo

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Pairing: Tetsuro Kuroo x reader

“(Y/n), pay attention to me.”

“Tetsuro, I’m really not in the mood.”

He knew that. God, of course he knew that—he couldn’t run down the street fast enough to get to their house the second he heard them crying over the phone. But here he was now, laying across their bed as they gave a sniffle here and there after getting through the worst of their sobbing and he could only listen carefully as they poured their heart out. He poked, prodded, constantly tried anything he could think of to make them smile as he was able to do naturally—but no amount of borderline annoying gestures could soothe them at the moment.

Picking up the information was easy despite their cries; Their shitty boyfriend—now ex, which Kuroo would never admit he was thankful to hear—had broken their heart for the last time, openly leaving them with his new plaything in tow. He’d always been the shittiest person, Kuroo constantly told (Y/n) they deserved better, but lack of confidence and massive manipulation can make the brightest of stars blind, it would seem.

So he sat there, hearing them recount the heartbreaking moment while wiping away as many of their tears as he could with the pad of his thumb. Kuroo didn’t talk—it would’ve all been curse words and only semi-empty threats, (Y/n) knew that—but he hoped the gentle way he held them was enough without the need for words. It was, seeing as they had calmed down an hour or so ago, but the air in the room was still heavy and he just wanted to see them smile.

“We can go egg his car?”

The question was simple and light hearted, causing (Y/n) to let out a half-hearted giggle in return.

“It’s just... so stupid,” they started again, “What... what did I do wrong?”

“Stop that,” Kuroo reprimanded, “You know you didn’t do anything.”

“But he said--”

“Fuck whatever he said!” He sat himself up across from them now to hold their hands and grab their attention. “He’s a loser! He... he was bad for you anyway, (Y/n)! He’s just a shitty guy!”

They looked at their now intertwined fingers, rubbing their thumbs over the sides of his finger pensively. The way their voice broke—Kuroo thought he could feel his heart shatter in just the same way.

“Why wasn’t I good enough, Tetsu?”

“You were good enough—no—you were too good for him,” his voice calmed; he leaned in towards them to catch their eyes once again, “You’ve always been just... so amazing. There was never a time within our entire lives that I doubted your worth—you shouldn’t doubt it either.”

“Obviously I wasn’t enough for him--”

“You don’t have to be enough for him, (Y/n)!” his voice grew louder, “Being yourself makes you good enough for the people who care about you, and that’s what matters! Not some shitty guy who wanted to change everything about you!”

Kuroo grew exasperated—could they really blame him? Watching the one person he held above himself crumble under self-doubt when all he’s ever seen is the beauty of their actions? Of their feelings? Of every piece of who they are? Not once in his life has he seen the dark side of this moon—there was none to him; Both sides were illuminated by either the sun or the stars around them, just as they have given such comforting rays in return. It hurt—did it hurt him or them more? His mind started to race now, desperate to grab at something, anything, to convey just how loved they should feel—that love shouldn’t be such a painful deal, and shouldn’t demand such change from an already perfect being.

“You don’t need someone like him,” he sounded agitated. His hands started to fidget within their own before pulling them away to rub at his face. “So what if you aren’t enough for him,” he started again, “You don’t need a jackass like him anyway! You... you need...”

He could feel the tips of his ears start to burn, as did the back of his neck—he tried desperately to rub it away, to try and stop himself from what was coming next; He knew what direction he was heading in and couldn’t bear to put that on them at a time like this.

“You know, you need...”

Stop it, Kuroo. They don’t need this, not now—they're vulnerable, pulling this shit on them now makes you no better than the other guy. He knew this, but why couldn’t he stop himself? He’s held back all these years, what has his emotions flowing over the edge this time?

The look in their eyes—that's it. The pain that’s flooding them is all he can see, it’s all he wants to get rid of right now. That pain, that pain is what’s tugging at his heartstrings, causing the back of his mind to cry out for them.

“Someone who... you know... someone...”

Dammit, he can’t stop stuttering, now. He ran his hand up their arm a few times, stopping short of their shoulder before scooting closer to them. Their hair was so soft between his fingers as he moved it from their face—their face so soft and fragile against the callused pads of his fingers as he moved to cup their cheek and wipe away stray tears. Oh god, he was going to do it, wasn’t he?

“Someone who lov--”

The emotion in their eyes shifted, but to what? Kuroo was too lost in thought to realize they simply mirrored his own.

“Someone who loves... Somebody who...”

His hand moved to cup the back of their jaw now, grip firm as he closed the gap between the two of them, lips landing against their own—God, will they hate him after this?

The kisses were rough—desperate—both desperate to convey words of love and desperate for confirmation; Lips parted and met again, time and time again, each kiss lasting a few seconds long but feeling as though an eternity had passed by since the last one. It felt right—finally—to have met in the space between as neither had dared to enter first. The way they kissed back, so soft and gentle, make Kuroo feel like a greedy bastard as his lips bordered the line of hunger—hunger for more, more more—he couldn’t get enough of the way his hopes, dreams, and love of his life existed in the small space created when he parted from them. It was wrong—he knew it—to take advantage of this moment, but his very soul wouldn’t dare part from its other half. He should stop—he had to stop; he knew this.

He pulled away, just enough to look into their equally lidded eyes—the faint lamp in their room just bright enough to see the way their eyes mirrored his love-blown pupils.

“Somebody who loves you,” his whisper fanned over their lips, “You know... like me.”

Their silence killed him—what would they say? Surely they hated him now, right? Their voice was so melodic and sweet, he almost couldn’t catch their words.

“Tetsuro...”

God, he’d kill to hear them call his name like that time and time again.

“I... what am I supposed to say?”

He chuckled, shaking his head before pressing his forehead against their own, moving to cup the either side of their face as well.

“Nothing. Comment on it another time. It’s just something that should’ve been said years ago—before you even met that bastard.”

“Then... I’ll tell you I love you tomorrow, instead.”

The corners of Kuroo’s lips tugged into a full, genuine smile—not the lopsided smirk he normally dawned, but one that felt so bright, so easy, so loving that the red on his ears had finally caught up to his cheeks.

“You know what, I think that’s pretty fair.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I do.”

His eyes closed and he took a deep breath, relishing in the soft silence as he tried to calm his now erratic heartbeat. It was... a different silence now, different than it had ever been between them before, but one he certainly didn’t mind; They broke it, however, with a gentle whisper.

“Can we still egg his car?”

Kuroo couldn’t hold in his laugh, letting go of them to lean back and let out one of the hardest laughs he’d had in a while, (Y/n)’s loving smile going unnoticed through the tears in his eyes. Once he managed to speak, his sly smirk made it to his face once again before running a hand through their hair one more time.

“Uh, yeah. Fuck that guy.”

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu writing

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darkpoisonouslove · 4 years

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Winx Club Season 2 Thoughts (4kids) Part 1

I already posted some thoughts on season 2 last year when I legit just clicked through he episodes rather than actually rewatching them so I am back to give a more in-depth look on this season! (And, hopefully, it won’t end with disappointment for me.)

2x01:

- Eww, why voiceover? It just seems so unnatural since we’ve never had it before. Not to mention that Bloom told us what each of the other girls has done during the summer but she didn’t tell us anything about herself. Like, she set out to find out more about her origins back in the first half of season 1, and I know that she did learn about being the princess of Domino but she still has no fucking idea who her parents are as individuals apart from them being the rulers of Domino. Considering how big of a plot that is later on, it just doesn’t sit right with me that she doesn’t seem remotely interested in it currently and didn’t mention anything about it. It’s like that plotline is closed for her which we all know is not true. So I am having some issues here, not gonna lie (not with Bloom but with her inconsistent writing).

- Aww, am I the only one who thinks that Stella buried herself in fashion rules all summer because she didn’t want to think about her parents’ divorce? Poor baby has been going so hard with no rest to keep herself from grieving over it. But at least she did something! (Proving she’s not lazy and spoiled; she practically had a job. Her dream job. You go get it, girl! (but also take care of your mental state, please.))

- Why is Bloom so eager to learn her fortune? Has she not read Greek Mythology? Bad idea, hon. Bad idea. (The thing with the magical reality mirrors was cool, though!)

- (Is that a new secret library or is it the regular library? I’m confused. Does anybody have a handy layout of Alfea for me?)

- She just fucking told her everything! I’m not a fan of knowing your future tbh. It really messes with your head and you start thinking “Will my actions have a negative impact on it? Will I somehow change my own destiny for the worse?” and then you go and do exactly that. Not to mention that it would be so weird to stare at Layla and just feel the pressure of being told that you’ll be best friends. Like, what if it doesn’t work? And what if it is just the fact that you were told so that pushes you to seek the friendship of that person? I don’t know. It’s just not my thing.

- Layla is awesome, though! Climbing those rocks with no equipment, not to mention with so little power left. She probably couldn’t even transform and fly if she fell. That was dangerous but did she care? Nope. She was there to save the pixies! Brave little soldier. Too good, too pure for this world.

- Ugh, Darkar managed to annoy me with his very first sentence ever. Nice job. You are a loser, loser. So deal with it! God, how will I take all that narcissism for 25 more episodes? Oh god, oh no, please, no! Whyyyyyyyy?

- Ugh, Bloom, that diadem is doing the opposite of wonders for your hair, please! At least Stella had the common sense to remove it.

- Speaking of Stella, that moment with the multiplying beauty was so cute! I love how she complimented the others while complimenting herself! But guys (Stella & Bloom), you’re not discreet with the groping. Seriously.

- Oh, hey! Riven won! And Sky only came in third! Nice! But lbr here, Timmy is the real victor! The others came in on hoverbikes while he had an entire ship that he modified himself. I mean, idk about anyone else, but I would definitely go for the ship.

- Of course there’s Diaspro drama. God, can they not for literally five seconds? And also, “we’re just friends”? Wtf? Did you fall on your head this summer, Bloom? You were calling him your boyfriend last time I checked. And you were fawning over the romance in your future. Can you just drop the pretense already?

- Ooh, Layla is so smart! She managed to outsmart all the monsters and win even when she barely had any magic left! You go, you absolute badass!

- Did they even make any changes on that new wing at Alfea? I mean, besides the name.

2x02:

- How did Tecna know that Layla was the princess of Andros? Did she hack the interdimensional FBI system? Wtf.

- They could’ve showed some other things we hadn’t seen that Layla had to go through but, of course, why would they do that when they could just use the same footage and draw less animation, bruh?

- And we’re getting to the opposites. Right on schedule when the Shadow Phoenix has shown up. You gotta love how convenient those school lessons are (not to mention that Bloom suddenly started feeling her opposite out of nowhere. Nice!) At least we got a cool magical lesson. Though, idk how to feel about the ying-yang symbol. I mean, it is a perfect representation of what they’re talking about but kind of weird to see something so earthly in Alfea. Though, Earth did have magic so... Hmm. Okay, anyway. Moving on.

- Um, question, why do Stella and Layla not know each other? And in the first season Stella and Musa and Sky didn’t know each other even though they were all royalty (I am still unclear on whether Musa is a princess or not btw but anyway). Don’t they, like, have royal meetings with other kingdoms? (which they even did in season 5 when Domino was back. What, is Domino the center of the universe and they can’t function without it? I mean, come on!)

- The talk about love is getting on my nerves and I literally have “love” in my url and it is my fave word. So what is wrong with that? I do love that guard there. Heck, yeah, it’s a prison (it’s worse than that tbh). And the fact that they’re trying to make it out not to be is extremely fucked up and sickening if you ask me. Not to mention “You can force people to be happy. It just takes time.” I really hope whoever had the idea of that place (in-verse) is going to hell.

- They legit just kept recapping season 1 for a solid minute? Aaaaaaaand... SKIP.

- Can I say that a 30-page report is an actual living nightmare. Thanks.

- The girls are all friendly with Layla (well, outside of a slip-up or two). That’s cute. But where the hell is Tecna? Can the animators only animate five Winx girls at a time? What the hell, you guys?

- So the Pixie village is on Andros (if Layla found it accidentally. I don’t imagine she realm-hopped at will)? Why don’t I remember any of that? But hey, finally some flashbacks that we haven’t seen before!

- Oh, look! My guy Kerborg is here! (the only good part of this whole Darkar thing tbh)

- The Trix finally thought of trying to pretend to be happy in order to get out of there. Well, better late than never. Though, watching how it’s going I can understand why they didn’t try before that. It is, in fact, hopeless. (But at least Darcy is handling it! She always was a bit more controlled.)

- I am so majorly creeped out by Darkar. He just met them and he’s like “You belong to me! Mwahahahaha.” Ummmm? Can you calm down? But I loved Icy’s response. Though, it didn’t stick. And he’s at it again. Seriously, this is really giving me some major off vibes. He said they were going to be the queens of Shadowhaunt which, considering he’s the king, would imply they were his wives. Now there’s a mental image that I am not even going to let inside my head, thanks. Although, having in mind that he just kept buttering them up, I would say it was just him stroking their egos to get them to join him. Not to mention that his later treatment of them supports that theory. And of course, he had to test them first and see how they’d do.

2x03:

- Please, tell me that they’ll tell someone about the Pixies and won’t just go to Shadowhaunt on their own initiative.

- O!M!G! They actually told Faragonda! I can’t believe this! Finally doing something smart, I can’t! And of course she wasn’t going to just let them go. Though, did she really think they weren’t going to want to take the test?

- Shouldn’t Stella be weakened by the darkness of Shadowhaunt? I kinda wish she’d stayed at Alfea if that would’ve spared us from the arc that is coming. (Why?)

- Okay, but it was kind of rude of Layla to just overtake Riven’s hoverbike like that. I wouldn’t appreciate it if I had to give someone a ride and they shoved me out of the driver’s seat and occupied my car, thank you. I’m surprised Riven agreed to let her drive.

- I don’t really have much to say about this episode tbh.

- It was cute that Stella jumped off the cliff for Brandon but it was not the smartest course of action. It probably would’ve been easier for him to save himself if he was alone and they may not have ended up being brought to Amentia. God, I hate this. I don’t want to be bitching about this every other sentence so just know that I absolutely despise this arc from the very bottom of my heart and that will never change.

2x04:

- They have no powers and Darkar knows they’re there. Sounds like a great situation, doesn’t it?

- That amazing moment when you either have to marry a person you’ve just met or watch the one you love die and then be forced to get married anyway. You gotta love that! I hate this so much! (And this is different from my previous point. Or at least has a different angle.)

- Wow, Riven is absolutely handling being a boyfriend. Somebody get him a manual, the man is failing spectacularly.

- I am not quite a fan of Flora’s “Must be nice to have a shoulder to cry on”. Like, you have your friends???? No, I get that she wants a boyfriend, nothing wrong with that, but it came out like she has nobody. Which is absolutely not true.

- What a lucky save that Stella just arrived when they were about to become toast. Can anyone tell me why she didn’t just teleport them where the Pixies are? Or anywhere closer to them if she could do that all along?

- Am I distracted or is there nothing to talk about in these episodes? (Both. It is both.)

2x05:

- Seriously, why didn’t they at least mention the option to teleport using that gadget from the beginning?

- Aww, Brandon was trying to be noble and get out of the marriage but it backfired. Poor him.

- Why are the Pixies bickering like that? Is it Shadowhaunt’s influence or just the fact that they’d been imprisoned together for so long?

- Wait, did they just... kill a pixie? (Off screen of course, but still. Damn!)

- So Bloom and Stella did... interestingly with the boarding.

- Why is Stella afraid of heights? Also, that’s never been mentioned before. Especially not when she jumped off a fucking cliff! Wtf. They just keep throwing in new stuff without setting it up properly and I am getting annoyed.

- What happened to Tecna’s computer?

- Oh, look! Chatta lied to Darkar to protect Pixie Village.

- It’s the Trix! Finally some action! And they are harder to defeat now that they’re stronger! Nice!

- Damn! Layla was really determined to get the Pixies out of there. (Which wouldn’t have helped if Darkar hadn’t let her but she still gets points for trying.)

- Oh come on! Do I really have to deal with fake Avalon so early in the season?!?!?! Dammit! Also, wtf is up with Bloom and Stella? Like, you both have boyfriends. At least Layla’s not affected.

- “Stella returned a compliment. What is that about?” XDDD One of the funniest lines ever! And look at Amore! She is so cute!

2x06:

- But yeah, seriously, just go get Brandon, please! (Also, good that they noticed something’s fishy.)

- Aww, Stella is absolutely furious and determined to get her boyfriend back. She should’ve gone for a plan tbh since it could’ve helped them get to the palace faster.

- I love how Stella’s known Layla for a week (half of which Layla was unconscious) tops and is already making her her bridesmaid. Am I the only one who finds this weird? Like, this friendship train is moving way too fast for my trust issues.

- Poor Brandon. She’s going to stretch him, wtf? These episodes are a horror show.

- How bad can a guard worm be? Hm, gee, I don’t know, Layla. Enough to stop you perhaps since it is a “guard”, y’know.

- And Brandon is talking to a parrot now. I am losing it just like he is. How much longer will this torture go on? Please, tell me this arc is coming to an end.

- Okay, so the plotline with Amore’s magic is less problematic than I remember it. I thought she was going to make Amentia fall in love with the flower pollen but it only leads you to your soulmate. That isn’t problematic, actually. Nice!

- Wtf do you mean they’re going to eat Brandon if he’s not a good husband?!?!?! I am getting nightmares over here. Just feeling them forming in my head. Thanks.

- It must be horrible for Stella to be standing there and watching her boyfriend being forced to marry another woman. How are these people not psychologically scarred anyway?

- Aww, they’re back together! I love how Amore is just sitting in Stella’s lap! It’s cute.

2x07:

- I was not ready for the Kiko angst even though I knew it was coming.

- Faragonda really thought she could just dodge that question without them noticing, huh? Yeah, well, no.

- Oh, look! The Shadow Fire is sentient. This reminds me of LotR tbh but anyway, moving on. So Darkar is a man who is possessed by the Shadow Fire? I so did not remember that.

- Oh, no! Is it really time for Avalon already? Dammit! I was just getting thrilled there was no Darkar in these last two episodes and now I get Avalon. Uggggh.

- I get Bloom’s annoyance with this but why does she keep blasting it when that obviously doesn’t give results?!?!?! This reminds me of that quote by Einstein that madness is doing the same thing and expecting different results. “I feel tired.” You think? You’ve been out there blasting that thing for hours. Get inside and get warmed up, oh my god! Seriously, how are they even alive? They don’t take care of themselves at all.

- This might be my more advanced knowledge of what the future holds for them speaking but I absolutely do not get what is Avalon’s appeal.

- Oh, how convenient. He’s teaching magic connected to their origins. Amazing.

- “I don’t want to seem obsessive” *proceeds to spy on girlfriend* At least the show is framing it well.

2x08:

- Ugh, I really hate these Bloom and Avalon scenes. They just leave a bad taste in my mouth.

- Ugh, I’m gagging at Bloom’s obsession with Avalon. I get he promised to help her learn about her origins but she’s downright lovesick. I am so with Sky on this and I understand his frustration.

- Aww, Brandon immediately revealed his own nickname to help Stella calm down. That was so cute! I love them!

- I love how the fairies are always invited, of course, but the witches are only invited because they helped. I mean, yeah, they do cause trouble, but like, they’re witches? I think the show should have done a better job at specifying what exactly being a witch is because currently it’s like “hey, they’re evil but they can legally learn how to be evil in the legitimate school for witches!” How does that make any sense?

- Ewww, seriously? On the one front I have Bloom and Avalon and on the other Icy and Darkar. What is wrong with this season?

- Oh, hey! It’s Helia! Now only if we didn’t have to wait half a season for Flora to confess her feelings, that would be great! I love how she got mad at Stella for introducing herself to Helia. Don’t just glare there, Flora. Do something about it! (About Helia, I mean.)

- So Saladin is also a dramatic bitch. Good to know. XD But hey, the new Red Fountain looks so much better. Before I started the rewatch, I didn’t even remember the initial vision. I only remembered the one from season 2 onwards.

- Poor Timmy! But what was Tecna’s problem? Like, you dreamed of him. That’s cool. I mean, you like him. What’s the problem? I guess she’s just not used to emotions like that, though.

- “I think it was Darcy” Jeez, really? Why is the fact that she ran away not enough proof that it was Darcy? Why would she run away if she was just a random girl? But I guess it’s a good thing Musa recognized her voice because people can actually do that unlike what movies would have you believe.

- It’s Kerborg time. Nice!

- Oh, yeah, “let’s leave Bloom and Sky in charge here”. Now you trust her. Last time she was there he blamed everything on her but hey, whatever.

- I loved Sky being supportive of Brandon and then the team up with all the rest. And Riven showing a better side of himself. That was really awesome.

- Oh, I think Helia’s got his eye on a certain fairy too! ;)

- But seriously. Literally an entire army of Specialists can’t hold the monster down while Helia did it on his own. With his glove. Wtf?!?!?!?! Though really, why am I expecting anything to make sense at this point.

2x09:

- Okay, but as annoying as Darkar is, he at least knows how to steer the witches to do exactly what he wants.

- Really, Tecna, I think your facts are wrong. You aren’t completely grown up at 16, wtf.

- Who else is completely creeped out by Avalon? He really just gave all of his very female and very young students flowers. And he’s teaching them all individual things (which is just a cover so that his interest in Bloom doesn’t stand out, of course, but still). He knows they are all crushing on him and he’s exploiting that and doing his best to lead them on and reinforce those emotions. That is absolutely disgusting, thank you.

- Seriously, even Faragonda is falling victim to his “charm” (not)? I can’t with this episode anymore and it has just started. And here I thought Darkar would be the problem of this season. How was I so wrong????????

- Oh, he wants them to trust him as much as they trust themselves? How about they throw you off a cliff instead? Oh, wait, that won’t work because he has wings. Crush him with a boulder then? (This is getting very anti Avalon and I am so sorry for all the negativity but I don’t think I can stress enough how much this is upsetting and angering me.)

- Why do I feel like Avalon is the one who planted the book there so that Tecna could do all of that and embarrass herself so that she wouldn’t try it again and he could proceed with his real plans?

- Well, we finally got Bloom’s parents’ names and a very unclear peek at them. Though, props for having their designs figured out from the beginning, though I guess that is just thanks to the comics.

- Oh, hey! Palladium is back. (Why is no one crushing on him? He is so much better and more handsome than Avalon tbh.) Glow up time, bitches. XD

- Amaryl is being Amaryl, of course. But Palladium is having none of it anymore. And he saved Stella. Nice!

- The others trust Tecna, that’s great!

- (Honestly, Griffin is the only thing saving me from losing my mind in this episode tbh, Also the fact that she believes Tecna and that Tecna was suspicious enough to dig in the first place. At least someone hasn’t lost their common sense.)

- Oh, hey, how did Bloom get that medallion? Did she pull it out of the past? Pls, tell me that’s not what happened. It can legit mess the entire timeline.

- Wait, didn’t they start chasing him before midnight? Why is it suddenly morning? Wtf? You can’t tell me they chased him all night. Why is everything so wrong?

- Poor Wizgiz! Another invention is destroyed. I feel his pain.

- At least all parts of the episode came together nicely. The writing was actually good but I absolutely hate this episode, thanks! I still appreciate the effort with the script, though.

2x10:

- Seriously, why did Bloom instantly decide that Diaspro was involved in this? Ugh. Both she and Sky need to calm down with the jealousy.

- Omg, Griselda is so savage, I can’t! Her magic is so awesome. (Since when is Stella up for cooking? Or was it just because she wanted to see the cute guy that would teach them cooking? Ah, and she’s tired of take out.) I really loved how she used different methods to deal with the different powers of the fairies. Finally we’re getting all the magical lessons and it is absolutely glorious.

- (Btw, seeing Stella openly critique classes schedule makes it clear to me why she’s always been my favorite. That is such a me thing to do. I still can’t understand how teachers liked me since I was always arguing with them.)

- Of course. Sky wants to talk and Bloom immediately decided he wanted to break up with her. Why don’t you hear him out first maybe? (Sidenote: Stella and Brandon went on a date with unicorns? That is really cute!)

- Brandon is in his role of the wingman again. Considering he’s the only one having a steady girlfriend (and they’ve said “I love you” already), the rest should just listen to him.

- Mayhem globe? That’s really cool actually.

- Helia is here. Nice!

- Poor Stormy. She looked really hurt. I thought Darcy was the one with the illusions and riddles. Why did she get it wrong and why was Icy the one to solve it (through a detail that not only has never been shown but has been pretty much disproven by what we’ve seen)?

- Yeah. Tecna and Timmy were also knocked out, Bloom. Just in case you care about that.

- Kindness spell? And non-agression spell? That’s kinda cool actually. But problematic... again.

- I am not quite sure what Bloom did but I am actually glad to see they went with a hug there (and it was cute). But how many times are they going to become a boyfriend and a girlfriend? I thought we were over this.

2x11:

- Brandon is at it again. A true specialist... in dating tips. XD

- Wow, Flora. Nice Helia spell you got there. (Btw I am so loving that we get to see them in different classes and learning things! Yes, this is what I’m here for!) But Layla was so ready to help! And I also love that Flora went to Layla instead of anyone else. It’s really cute that they got so close so fast. (”He’s crazy if he doesn’t like you.” Perhaps Layla is the one who likes Flora. XD)

- Shoulda listened to Brandon, Timmy. (But Tecna so boldly went for the “us”. You go, girl!)

- Idk but to me “The Archaic Spells of Spheria” doesn’t sound any good tbh.

- Of course Stella is all about the romantic movies. But poor pixies. They had to imprison them to save them.

- Why did all of the boys know about the Codex in the previous ep but the girls have no clue about it? Why is Faragonda keeping it from them if everyone at Red Fountain knows about it?

- What was Faragonda doing? And why did she make Bloom look for the spell? Couldn’t she do that herself? (Also, she just threw the book like that on the floor. I get why it prompted her derision but damn, really?)

2x12:

- Flora and Helia are such romantic dorks. And they’re bringing their A game there. Poems and flowers... A beautiful romance blooms. (I’ll stop now.)

- This convergence talk is giving me all the friendship feels. Not just for Winx but also for Faragonda and Griffin since they have been spotted doing convergence too. Ugh, my heart!

- Wow, Riven sure has a lot of pictures of Musa, considering the way he’s acting.

- “Kind of involved”? Mhm, sure.

- So I understand Musa’s frustration with Stella’s meddling but on the other hand I can see Stella’s point. I love Musa x Riven but Riven doesn’t seem exactly present and Musa herself stated that she’s not really sure what the status of their relationship is so...

- Okay, but there is no way in hell that it is Darcy’s birthday. It is fall currently and Darcy’s birthday is May 5 according to Wiki. So yeah, no.

- I am getting a bit sidetracked again but can we talk about the fact that Bloom and Stella couldn’t do convergence after a simple disagreement even though they’re together like 24/7 while Griffin and Faragonda managed to do it seamlessly at the end of season 1 after not speaking to each other for years and kind of getting into a fight the last time they spoke at the Day of the Royals. Friendship goals (well, besides the silent treatment.)

- Okay but I think it wasn’t right to blame Stella. She didn’t say anything that was inherently offensive. She suggested that they try to get closer. That isn’t bad even if it upsets someone indirectly. There was no need to blame her. They should’ve just focused on making Layla feel better.

- Why do I feel like none of them really had friends before they found each other? But hey, they are this big found family now and that is awesome! (I am getting all the feels again.)

- And Darcy is messing up the magical reality chamber again. Didn’t we do that already? Also, why didn’t they try to... idk, take precautions and put better security on it considering how dangerous it can be? Like, those are simple things. Please, be responsible.

- Better not play Truth or Dare with Stella. Unless you wanna be kissing ogres. XD

- That was a good save Layla pulled off there. Also, I love how the girls are mad at the “technical” issues. Tbh they are right to. How many times are they gonna get stuck in the wrong world when sent into the magical reality chamber? Like, get your shit together teachers. Also, why don’t they simply do a test run before they get anyone inside it? You’d think they’d learn their lesson.

- Damn, they can be deleted if the program is turned off? Why didn’t Darcy just have Jarred unplug it then? Winx are erased forever. Boom, problem solved. For the Trix, I mean.

- Aww, the pixies were ready to go in. That was cute.

- I LOVED that convergence! It was such a cool idea to have them make a figure. Also, they just created life. Damn! I am impressed.

2x13:

- Poor Layla. She has all those nightmares. But at least Piff helps! That’s really cute.

- I see Flora still hasn’t solved the Helia problem yet.

- They just ditched school to go to a club. What chaotic dumbass energy, I can’t.

- Aww, Layla is sharing about her harsh childhood. At least she has friends she can talk to now. But damn the difference between Andros and Solaria is very striking in scenes like that.

- Layla totally nailed that improv. Nice, you go, girl!

- I love the difference between Griselda and Faragonda! XD

- I loved that convo between Bloom and Vanessa! Yes, thank you for that. I am a little confused as to when Bloom learned Daphne was her sister. Did I miss something or did the writers miss something? But aww, Vanessa can’t see Locket. That’s making me sad. :(

- They did go to the club, though, huh? Nice one, you guys.

- How will Faragonda learn if they use magic on humans but not otherwise? That doesn’t sound very logical to me. (Speaking of logic, where is Tecna? They didn’t show her in this ep.)

- Oh, no! Poor Layla. But damn, she’s powerful. And the others are there to help her. (The pixies can cause so much trouble considering how small they are.)

- I love how Faragonda and Griselda just showed up to get them. It was cute. Though, now they’re being punished. Well, technically, Bloom didn’t break any rules because she had permission to leave but I guess she’s also in this because she shouldn’t have taken the others with her. (Cheeky to welcome Faragonda and Griselda to Earth.) At least Faragonda managed to get them the permission for music back from Griselda. XD

- Aww, babies! They are so tired from cleaning the whole school, they fell asleep. And the pixies helped, too.

- I’m not sure how Flora got that Helia is “the one” from talking to him for half a minute, but damn, wanna share those powers with the rest of us so that we can know immediately when we’ve met the one as well? (It was so cute to see Flora lean on Layla to sleep with her. And Piff, too. If she weren’t just talking about Helia, they would’ve been like a picture perfect family.)

This got very long so I decided to split the post for this season in parts. Part 2.

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A Little Deadlight Never Killed Anyone ( 3 / 3 )

Richie is about to leave Derry, he's about to leave for the last time and move on. He's about to leave Eddie. But, first, he's got to carve something back into the kissing bridge he left in 1989. Little does he know that a short trip to find closure will give him everything he's ever wanted and more.

...

“Dunno why you’re gonna start writing your own material now,” Eddie mentioned as they ate in his car during their drive. “You still have the sense of humor of a thirteen-year-old.”

“Yowza!” Richie chuckled, “Eds! Think of my fragile ego!” then he winced when Eddie flicked him in the side of the head.

“That’s not the only thing that’s fragile, I see.”

“Gee, Eds,” he rubbed at the spot on his head but smiled nonetheless, “maybe you should write my material from now on!”

“Hm!” Eddie placed his burger on his lap then threw his hands up in the air like he was presenting something, “I can see it now! Richie Trashmouth Tozier’s comedy special, How I Killed a Literal Demon Clown Twice, written by his fellow repressed gay man.”

“Fellow repressed gay man, eh? Is that what they call boyfriends now?” Richie barked out a laugh at the thought of it, “my name is Richie Tozier and this is my fellow repressed gay man, Eddie Kaspbrak!”

Eddie cackled right next to him and nodded his head, “if anyone else in the audience has a fellow repressed gay man, please stand up! We want to give you a round of applause!”

...

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Ao3

“Hello, this is Eddie Kaspbrak, I was an old friend of your husband’s, Stanley Uris.”

It’s a hard call to make, Mike would probably argue otherwise but to Eddie, it was the hardest. Probably because he’s about to sound crazy, like he’s some insane prank caller, but Eddie has a rough outline of a plan. He knew about the letters that Stan sent to everyone, he figures it’d be easier to just say he read the message in the letter rather than tell her he’s been to heaven and saw her dead husband as a thirteen-year-old boy again.

“Oh,” Patty said over the phone, a slight shudder in her voice. “I’m so sorry, I’m not sure if you got a letter or not, but my husband-” she pauses, Eddie hears the whimper in her voice and for a moment he’s scared he might cry as well. “He’s passed on.”

Eddie pauses, he hears her let out a muffled sob and he finally has to let himself take a deep breath. He has to get through this. “I… I’m actually calling about the letter I was given. He gave me specific instructions at the end to call this number and- and read out the message he wrote.”

Eddie wished he had a script then, but Stan didn’t exactly give him much to go off of. Maybe it wasn’t Eddie’s place to try and give his wife closure like this, but it breaks his heart to think that she’ll have to keep living without another word from him, that she probably won’t see him even after she dies.

“He wanted me to tell you that he’s sorry. He’s sorry that it doesn’t all make sense and that he can’t explain it, but he’s sorry. He wants you to know that he’s happy now, he’s probably somewhere where the grass is green and the sun never stops shining. He’s safe, he’s safe in a way he was never safe before, in a way he wishes he could help you understand. He’s okay. He’s okay and he loves you. He loves you so much and he hopes he’ll see you again one day.”

It’s completely silent over the other line, Eddie desperately hopes that what he said was good, that it’s what Stan would’ve wanted. Eddie looks over to Richie who’s sitting in a chair at the other side of the room with a worried look. Richie has a soft smile for him and Eddie feels himself relax just a little bit.

There’s some sniffling on the other side of the phone then a voice that sounds a little taller than it had a few seconds ago. “Thank you so much.” And when she hangs up, Eddie doesn’t blame her at all.

…

It had been a lot for the entire losers club to handle in the past week. On top of Eddie, who they had already mourned over, being alive and not even injured, the news he had was beyond comprehensible. Most of them didn’t believe him at first, Bill had laughed out loud when Eddie explained that he went to what looked like heaven, he claimed there was no such thing and even if there was, he couldn’t imagine Pennywise’s victims actually getting there. Mike agreed that there could’ve been a force of magic stopping them from actually going to heaven and Eddie supposed he had to sort of agree, but what he saw was heaven and he stood by that. Granted, he wasn’t actually sure what limitations the heaven had. Stan said every Pennywise victim, surely that had to include the horrible people like the Bowers gang, would they be allowed in heaven? Do innocent people go to this heaven? Do bad people find themselves in their own personal hell? Eddie didn’t know.

Eddie mekely talked about Georgie then. He didn’t know much but he knew that, according to Stan, he had to of been in that heaven with multiple other kids for years, he wasn’t alone. And now he was definitely not alone because Stan was there with him. Bill got quiet then and it made Eddie feel like he had said something wrong. He was really trying to be as sensitive with the topic as possible but maybe, with all the years of struggling for closure, this could be too much.

That thought left his mind when Bill looked up at all of them with tears in his eyes but a smile on his lips. “Thank you,” he whispered.

…

Richie had never felt so depressed yet relieved to be walking back into the commons of Derry, specifically the Derry Town House. Depressed because he was supposed to already be halfway back home at that point but relieved because he was beside the man he loves. He could stand another night in the old building if it meant walking out the next morning hand in hand with Eddie.

When they walked back into their room, Richie was quick to throw himself onto the bed and snuggle into the Derry smelling covers and almost drifted off into sleep right then and there. “Jesus, Eds, I haven’t felt this exhausted since the first time I fucked your mom!”

“Beep beep, Richie,” Eddie grumbled. When Richie didn’t feel his warmth near him, he slowly picked his head up and looked over to the chair. Eddie looked anxious where he sat, fiddling with his fingers, similar to how he looked the night they got in Derry.

“Hey,” Richie said warmly. He picked himself up from his position on the bed and walked over to Eddie. He crouched down to eye level with his friend (boyfriend? Lover? He doesn’t know now) and tried to give him a comforting smile. “We killed It, okay? Nothing’s gonna get you.”

Eddie sighed and shook his head. “No, Rich, it’s not that…”

They stayed silent for a moment longer, Richie was really waiting to see if he had more to say but when the silence dragged on he decided to prompt him with a hand on his knee and a nod of his head.

“It’s just,” Eddie groaned, “I know what I have to do, I know what the next step is, I just don’t know what to do afterward.”

Richie rocked himself on the balls of his feet then let his body fall back and sit there. “What do you have to do?”

Eddie shrugged but he knew the answer, “I have to leave Myra. It’s long overdue and, honestly, I’ve been wanting to do it ever since I signed that damn marriage license.”

The other man chuckled a little at that, “what? The vows weren’t what made you realize your mistake?”

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie scratched the back of his neck, “there- well, there- there wasn’t a wedding.”

The silence then was very, very awkward. Richie always sort of wondered if Eddie really put that much effort into a marriage he wasn’t even happy in, but he didn’t realize that Eddie actually didn’t put any effort into the marriage.

“I know, I know-” Eddie groaned again, “ god, I know, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t walk down the aisle to her. To somebody I don’t love. Technically, I didn’t even propose to her either. My mom told her that I was going to, then Myra told me she knew and started trying to plan a wedding. I tried to tell my mom that I wasn’t ready to get married, but since she was dying at the time she guilt-tripped me by claiming that I was trying to tear away the experience of having a daughter-in-law and grandchildren from her.” He let out a bitter laugh at the memory and it made Richie’s heart twist. “Funny enough, she died before we married and I still couldn’t find it in me to call it off.”

Richie watched him for a few more seconds, watched the heartbreak and misery dance in his eyes before he prompted him to keep speaking again. “Why are you afraid of what comes after?”

A selfish piece of Richie was silently aching at the thought of Eddie being afraid because of Richie. It’s no lie that Richie had already been imagining a life with Eddie, he was already planning on leaving Derry with him that next morning but he couldn’t stop his mind from planning the rest. He wanted to take Eddie back to his home, the one he had picked out in a nice neighborhood with a nice park nearby. The home was big and spacious, he picked out comfortable furniture that wasn’t even remotely his type but he always imagined that someone (someone he couldn’t remember) would one day walk in and love it. He had a first-aid kit in almost every room and even though he didn’t really care to actually pull them out if he got hurt, he imagined someone would be proud of him for it. The place was always stocked up with sweets he didn’t even care for, but he always ate them because they always brought back a memory he couldn’t see clearly or place right. Strawberry ice cream was always in his freezer even though his favorite flavor was rocky road. He didn’t know why he did all these over-the-top things for a person he couldn’t even remember the name of but he always did it without a second thought. He didn’t know until he saw Eddie standing next to a fish tank in a Chinese restaurant not even a week ago.

“I don’t know. I mean, I have a vague plan. She’ll probably want… everything, so I’ll probably just take my clothes and end up in a hotel for a few weeks, then I’ll have to start-”

“Wait.” Richie cut him off and put his hand off as if to sign it too. “Why would you be staying in a hotel?”

Eddie looked at him with a puzzled look as if it was obvious why. “I… I won’t have anywhere to live, Rich, I can’t be on the street.”

“Yeah, obviously,” Richie stood up then and walked over to where Eddie sat, “that’s why you’re going to be staying with me? I thought that was obvious.”

The smaller man stared blankly at Richie before his face broke out into a confused, hesitant smile and was followed by an equally confused and hesitant laugh. “What? Richie, there’s no way I could do that to you.”

“You’re not doing anything to me-”

“I can’t just walk into your life like that, that’s not- I can’t.”

“Oh please,” Richie rolled his eyes, though it was in a fond gesture. “You didn’t just ‘walk into my life,’ you’ve always been there, even if I didn’t remember you.”

Eddie still shook his head, “it’s too much, I can’t do that to you.”

“Do what? Hurt me? Trust me, Eds, it’ll hurt way worse if I have to walk out of here without you by my side.”

The older man just sighed and looked down at the floor then. Richie thought he was going to cry, he looked like he was going to cry and that thought broke Richie’s heart. He’s cried so much already and Richie knows he’ll cry even more if he finds himself alone in a hotel room come the following week.

“Eddie,” Richie placed his hands on the latter’s shoulders and leaned down to press a kiss on the top of his head. “I love you, I always have. Even when I didn’t remember you, I always loved you. You were always in the back of my mind, always plaguing my thoughts. No matter what I did, I always had this sexy little gremlin of a man who talks faster than the sound barrier can handle.”

Eddie chuckled at that and looked back up to meet Richie’s magnified, purely love-filled eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you, Kaspbrak, I’ve waited my whole life for you and I’m not going to let you go a second time.”

The two of them smiled and both of them knew the answer then.

…

At 12:36 am the next day, Richie and Eddie were already on the road outside of Derry and on their way to Chicago. There was still a lot to do, not only did Eddie have to tell his (soon to be ex) wife that he was alive and ready to split, but both men had to let their jobs know that they didn’t die and that a few things were going to have to change.

For one, Eddie had to let his company know that he’d be working in a whole other state. Also, he might want to beg not to lose his job considering the fact that he went at least three days without reporting back to them. Oh, and he’s going to actually need to sign up for therapy this time, all the losers will but him and Richie already discussed it and decided to make appointments very, very soon.

Richie will have to make some changes too. He had two shows scheduled for the days he went missing so he’ll have to deal with the refunds and the consequences of losing that money, not to mention the fact that all shows will have to be canceled until further notice due to the fact that he’s recovering from… trauma. On top of all that, he’s going to have to come up with some excuse as to why he was gone out of the blue like that and why he’s suddenly moving in a man they’ve never met before. It sounds like a dumb thing to have to explain but apparently his business is their business. Oh, and he’s going to be writing his own material from now on.

“Dunno why you’re gonna start writing your own material now,” Eddie mentioned as they ate in his car during their drive. “You still have the sense of humor of a thirteen-year-old.”

“Yowza!” Richie chuckled, “Eds! Think of my fragile ego!” then he winced when Eddie flicked him in the side of the head.

“That’s not the only thing that’s fragile, I see.”

“Gee, Eds,” he rubbed at the spot on his head but smiled nonetheless, “maybe you should write my material from now on!”

Eddie cackled right next to him and nodded his head, “if anyone else in the audience has a fellow repressed gay man, please stand up! We want to give you a round of applause!”

Richie knows he hasn’t laughed that hard in years, hell, he knows he hasn’t even been that funny in years and he wasn’t even the funny one.

“Y’know, Eds,” he said as he chucked a ketchup packet at Eddie’s head, “I think I figured out why I couldn’t write my own material before.”

Eddie giggled, “why’s that, Trashmouth?”

“Well, I think I need a special Kaspbrak by my side to truly be funny.”

Eddie stopped laughing and just smiled at him then, it was true that his recorded humor wasn’t the same as the funny shit-talking boy he knew back in Derry. Eddie wondered, as he watched his shows, if that’s just how Richie was now. Words couldn’t express how relieved he felt when he saw the man face-to-face and realized that he hadn’t changed a bit.

“But since I don’t have your mom anymore, I guess I have to settle for you.”

“Shut the fuck up!”

…

They were close to Richie’s home now. Richie knew the way around like the back of his hand at this point, meaning that he got lost a few times because Richie doesn’t know shit about the back of his hand. But when he finally knew where he was going, he started to feel himself get twitchy and anxious. Would Eddie like the house? Shit, would Eddie like living with him? Would he be enough? Is he enough right now? Is this what Eddie really wants?

“Richie, I can hear your thoughts from over here,” Eddie whispered because the silence in the car was to thick for him to break.

“Sorry, Eds, guess I’m just thinking.”

Eddie nodded his head, then he shyly looked down. “I’ve been thinking too.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm.”

“Do tell!”

Eddie huffed out a laugh then sat himself up in the car. “Maybe this is a bit forward, but I think me and you are on the same page about this.”

Richie turned his head to look at Eddie then with a confused look, “what do you mean?”

The smaller man sighed and shrugged his shoulders, “I was just thinking… That when we’re settled in together, like with our jobs and my marriage and just living together, that I want to marry you.”

Richie froze then, his thoughts coming to a complete stop and his heart skipped at least three beats. The whole world seemed to stop for just a moment, then it kicked into full gear and Richie couldn’t answer fast enough.

“Yes!” He gasped out.

“Yes? You want to marry me?”

“Yes! Yes, oh my god, yes! Fuck, of course, I want to marry you!” Richie leaned over and pressed his lips against Eddie’s then peppered them all over his freckled face. “Please, yes, fuck! Yes, let’s get married.”

Eddie’s giggles were like music to Richie’s ears and Richie was just soaking it all in. But, really, what’s the rush?

They have forever.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it chapter 2 spoilers #my writing

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Felix Fierce (Buffy and Angel Fanfiction) Season 1

Episode 2 - The Intake

Warnings: I do not own or claim to own the original content to “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, “Angel”, the comics or any of the original characters from the “Buffyverse” all rights belong to Joss Whedon.

15 plus, displays of Violence, Gore, Torture and Sexual Innuendos, M/M, F/M, F/F.

Into every generation there was a chosen one until a powerful witch called Willow Rosenberg changed the rules forevermore.

No longer would Buffy Summers stand-alone against the vampires the demons and the forces of darkness.

She was the slayer that changed everything but now it’s his turn.

Felix was training within the backroom turned training room within the Scorching Scorchville store as he continued to punch and kick his punchbag, his hits growing harder and harder as he found himself within flashbacks of his vampire ex before until his last hit made the punchbag come of it’s hook and flew across the room harshly hitting the floor as Trix walked into the room.

“If only that punchbag was a vampire although it looks like you may have been picturing it as one particularly a very recent vampire.” Trix said as she walked over to her slayer. “I guess we’re still dealing with the fallout from that.”

“I was thinking maybe I don’t have to kill him I mean there must be some other way Trix something that doesn’t involve me killing the first guy who ever loved me.” Felix replied to his watcher.

“He’s a vampire you’re a slayer enough explanation needed there.” Trix explained to him. “I get when some people first kill someone they know they find it rather difficult but what you got to remember is Thorn isn’t the man you knew he’s nothing more than a monster who will keep killing people until you stop him.”

“I get that I really do I mean I looked into his eyes and the man was gone nothing left but the monster, but he still has the face of the man I love.” Felix admitted. “I never asked for this gig and I certainly didn’t ask to be the guy hunting down my ex just to dust him.”

“Nobody asks to be a slayer, but they would never be called as one if destiny itself didn’t believe they were fit for the job.” Trix told him.

“I best get ready for my other calling,” Felix said, changing the subject. “The one where I go to a school run by my own father now that’s a whole other level of forces of darkness working to screw my life!”

“Are you always going to be this dramatic?” Trix asked while laughing at the eighteen-year-old boy.

“Always.” Felix admitted.

“Look I’m not saying I knew things were going to end badly but I kind of did.” Bryce told Mercy as the two walked down a busy hallway within Scorchville High.

“Well I liked him so I’m still holding up they wind up back together.” Mercy replied. “Besides Felix has been moody distant and very secretive during their split he’s clearly either missing Thorn or began a top-secret torrid affair.”

“Maybe it’s with a teacher that would explain his A in chemistry.” Bryce guessed as the two stopped at Bryce’s locker.

“Please that’s so cliche he’s probably just trying his hardest to hide heartbreak speaking of which has Malerie spoken to you since New Year’s?” Mercy asked Bryce as he opened his locker and pulled out some schoolbooks.

“We decided we’d see other people or that she did one hour into the party.” Bryce revealed. “Now back to Felix if he was going to have a secret romance who do you reckon would be the prime suspect?”

“God, we need to get you a girlfriend.” Mercy laughed at Bryce before they noticed Rick walking towards them both.

“Weird it looks like Mercy and Bryce, but it seems to be missing their third part of the world’s most unhip throuple.” Rick taunted them.

“Rick do you have nothing better to do than go around school looking the next target of your bitchiness?” Mercy asked her high school nemesis.

“Not really no,” Rick admitted before taking a deep sigh. “I kind of need your help in my history class.”

“No chance in hell.” Mercy cackled.

“My parents said they get me a car if my grades started to improve but turns out studying is incredibly dull and draining so I figured considering you have nothing better to do with your life that you could tutor me.” Rick replied to her.

“You do realize when asking for favors your supposed to not be mean right?” Bryce asked Rick.

“I was being as nice as possible hence my restrain in mentioning your god awful taste in clothing it’s like we get it Bryce Kane you’re a straight but it’s 2020 and even straight guys are expected to style themselves with the light on now.” Rick snapped at Bryce before turning his attention back to Mercy. “I really need your help Mercy.”

“What’s in it for me?” Mercy wondered.

“You get to see my stunning smile after I get my dream car.” Rick said before realizing Mercy wasn’t sold. “I’ll pay you.”

“Now we’re talking.” Mercy replied with a smile as Felix made his way over to them.

“Guys I thought we didn’t play with trolls anymore.” Felix said to Mercy and Bryce while delivering a death glare towards Rick.

“Hey Felix, I heard Thorn finally saw sense and dumped you I guess that means he’s single now I wonder if he’s looking for an upgrade.” Rick replied, winding up Felix.

“By all means Rick please do go out with him in fact take him for a bite to eat.” Felix told him knowing nobody but him knew what he meant.

“Please liked I’d ever date somebody called Thorn it’s almost as bad as Felix don’t worry though Felix, I’m sure you going to be dumped many times in future.” Rick mocked him.

“Rick it’s time for you to beat it before I beat you.” Bryce warned him.

“I could take you.” Rick replied getting up in Bryce’s face.

“Rick stop being a prick and leave before I reconsider helping you.” Mercy threatened her redheaded enemy.

“Very well I’ll see you losers in class.” Rick said before walking away.

“Someone please remind me why we let that bitch breathe?” Felix asked Mercy and Bryce.

“How are things on your front?” Bryce questioned Felix. “Have you heard from Thorn?”

“Exes don’t tend to talk.” Felix snapped before realizing he was being harsh. “Sorry it’s been rough.”

“Yeah we figured since you’ve been avoiding us.” Mercy replied.

“I’ve not been avoiding I started working at Scorching Scorchville.” Felix lied. “And trust me when I say the job isn’t pretty.”

“What? No fair I should get to work with the Lance lady.” Mercy moaned.

“So, what inspired this sudden need for getting a job?” Mercy asked Felix as they studied at a desk within the Scorchville High Library.

“Needed a job got a job now I work that job.” Felix replied.

“Okay what’s with this distant and secretive attitude suddenly have Bryce and I done something to piss you off?” Mercy wondered.

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be secretive it’s just my life has kind of got complicated lately and I can’t really explain it.” Felix apologised to his best friend.

“So, what you’re not telling me has it got something to do with how you and Thorn really broke up?” Mercy questioned him.

“Yeah.” Felix admitted.

“Okay you deal with your hangover whatever way you want to but try to remember we’re here and not going anywhere.” Mercy promised.

“Thanks, I love you.” Felix replied.

“I love your shady secretive ass too.” Mercy declared.

“I just hate having to lie to them I mean you said that slayer told her friends the one who changed practically everything so why can’t I tell them?” Felix asked his watcher as they walked down a shady looking street within Scorchville.

“Here I never said you can’t tell anyone we don’t live by the old rules of the watcher’s council anymore I simply said don’t be getting any troublesome teens under my feet because I may just squash them if they become too much of an annoyance.” Trix replied before the two stopped outside a boarded up and run-down house. “Sure, looks like a vampire’s nest.”

“I get their undead and everything but being house proud doesn’t have to die just because you do.” Felix said as he pulled out a wooden stake from his jacket, walked over to the door and kicked it down. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Remember light is your friend right now try to get as much of it in there before you start staking everyone.” Trix shouted as Felix walked into the run-down home.

“Felix isn’t home…again.” Fyre said after opening her front door to find Mercy and Bryce on her doorstep.

“He’s working already, when does he finish?” Bryce asked Felix’s sister.

“Felix doesn’t have a job dad would never allow it he’s archaic in the sense he thinks we should be all school even when we’re not there and fitting in a job between studying is just too radical for the old man.” Fyre scoffed. “He’s just been spending a lot of time with the boyfriend lately.”

“Thorn and Felix broke up weeks ago.” Mercy revealed to her.

“I did wonder why he never showed up for New Year’s Dinner,” Fyre admitted to them both. “So, he’s hiding his breakup to hide his job that makes no sense unless there’s something else he’s hiding.”

“Okay I’m really beginning to think there is another guy on the scene.” Bryce admitted.

“Wouldn’t you guys be the first people to know about that?” Fyre asked Mercy and Bryce. “It’s got to be something juicier than that like an addiction or escorting.”

“I think we’d know if he was having addiction problems and Felix is way too much a romantic to make people pay for escorting services.” Mercy told Fyre before turning to look at Bryce. “What if he’s seeing someone we don’t like?”

“Rick Star,” Fyre guessed. “They two were way too close before they became bitter rivals maybe they’re hooking up and that’s why he dumped Thorn. Nah, that would make no sense because one of us would’ve heard from Thorn by now.”

“True.” Mercy agreed. “Why haven’t we heard or seen Thorn since the breakup?”

“Okay consider myself intrigued I say we go to Thorn’s house and interrogate him until we find out what the hell’s going on.” Fyre said as she walked onto the doorstep closing her door behind her.

“We should probably respect Felix’s privacy.” Mercy reluctantly suggested. “He won’t be happy with us.”

“He’s never happy with me anyway so I’ll go do the snooping.” Fyre said, volunteering herself.

“Well see you’re the bad cop and interrogations also need a good cop.” Bryce replied. “I better come with you to complete the dynamic duo.”

“If you two are going to go I guess I’ll have to follow suit you know for damage control or whatever story Felix will buy.” Mercy decided.

“What took you so bloody long?” Trix asked Felix after he walked out of the rundown house covered in dust with his clothes stained with blood that wasn’t his.

“It was like a very violent game of hide and seek with the undead.” Felix replied as he walked over to the watcher. “Add a little bit of light and they act like hairy assed children.”

“Thankfully your done now,” Trix said while looking up in the sky towards the sunset “As we don’t have much daylight left.”

“I guess this means you want me to go patrolling at the local cemeteries and other vampire hot spots.” Felix guessed correctly. “I’ll go home and change soon don’t ask me how I’m going to explain blood stained clothes to my father but I’m sure I’ll come up with something.”

“Speaking of patrolling have you seen the vampire ex since that night?” Trix asked her slayer.

“Thankfully that’s a big fat no!” Felix revealed.

“Have you check in on his relatives and friends they tend to be the vampire’s main targets after first turning?” Trix questioned him.

“No but that kind of information would’ve been useful when he first turned now, I’ve got to go check up on if my ex killed his parents.” Felix moaned. “I’m sure that won’t be awkward either they’ve not seen or heard their son in weeks or I’m about to find their dead bodies and considering I’ve not heard from them or the police I’m going to go with death bodies.”

“On the bright side at least, you won’t have to make awkward small talk.” Trix replied.

“Aren’t you supposed to care more?” Felix asked her.

“Being a watcher is simply just a job for me as is running Scorching Scorchville although one definitely pays better than the other caring about people makes it too personal and why bother when your shelf life is as short as a dog’s.” Trix admitted. “Don’t get me wrong you’re a great kid and I expect we’re going to do great thing’s together but I’m not going to tear up because some people I don’t even know are dead.”

“Oh well here goes nothing.” Fyre said as her, Bryce and Mercy stood in front of Thorn’s front door as day was now night, before Fyre knocked on the door only for it to open by itself.

“Hello!” Bryce shouted into the house only to hear no response.

“I mean is it really breaking and entering if the place is open?” Fyre asked Mercy and Bryce.

“Yeah I’m pretty sure it is.” Mercy replied. “However, if there’s a computer, tablet, laptop or even a phone left inside to have a quick look at searching history nobody would even have to know we were snooping.”

“Providing we don’t get caught and end up in jail.” Bryce told them, clearly uncertain of what they were about to do next.

“It’s Scorchville County Jail how bad could it really be.” Fyre scoffed before walking into the house, Bryce and Mercy quickly following her in.

“Has Thorn’s house always been this spooky or am I just being para?” Bryce asked to no answer as the three of them walked into the living room of Thorn’s family home only to be left terrified by Thorn’s parents’ lifeless and bloodied bodies lying on the floor with the entire room covered in their blood.

“Okay I’m beginning to think we should stop snooping now.” Mercy said to them both before turning around only for all three of them to scream to see Thorn now standing in front of them.

“Thorn what the hell happened here?” Fyre asked her brother’s ex-boyfriend. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry about your parents.”

“Don’t be sorry after all I’m the one who killed them.” Thorn laughed before turning his face into vampire mode. “But it’s okay as you guys are next.”

Fyre, Bryce and Mercy stood there frozen by their fear until Felix came smashing through the window shattering the glass in the process as he landed on both feet once more and quickly put himself in front of his friends and sister, protecting them from his vampiric ex.

“I told you guys not to snoop!” Felix snapped at Fyre, Bryce and Mercy before turning his attention to Thorn. “You really aren’t the same person anymore.”

“I’m not even a person.” Thorn cackled before charging towards Felix who quickly swung his fist and punched the vampire in the face before delivering several more punches and jumping mid air to kick him in the face sending the vampire flying into the hallway and crashing onto the floor.

“Okay Felix what the bloody hell is going on?” Fyre screamed in both fear and confusion.

“Thorn’s a vampire now and I’m a slayer.” Felix answered his sister before running into the hallway to find Thorn had vanish. “Damn it I guess dusting that vamp will have to wait for another night.”

“What exactly is a slayer?” Bryce asked as he, Mercy and Fyre followed Felix into the hallway. “And how long have you known your boyfriend was a vampire.”

“Since New Year’s which is also when I learned about the slayer business it’s been a whole thing.” Felix replied.

“This is so not what I was expecting your secret to be why can’t you just be sleeping with a teacher or god even Rick Star.” Mercy complained to Felix.

“Rick Star?” Felix laughed.

“So, vampires’ demons and the forces of darkness really do exist.” Bryce said in shock while he, Mercy and Felix sat at the end of Felix’s bed.

“And slayers, witches, werewolves the lot.” Felix replied.

“Kind of makes sense what doesn’t make sense though is Thorn killing his own parents.” Mercy admitted to them both.

“I know,” Felix said with a sad tone in his voice. “But he has no soul anymore he’s just a bloodthirsty monster that sooner or later I’m going to have to put down.”

“Why has it got to be you?” Mercy asked him.

“Because I’m the slayer albeit not the only slayer in the world but the only slayer in this town and it’s up to me to protect my home.” Felix answered. “Besides despite hunting my ex being the slayer kind of feels right like it’s what I’m supposed to be doing which my watcher Trix says plays into that whole destiny part of being a slayer.”

“Hold up so Trix Lance the owner of Scorching Scorchville is in on all this too?” Mercy said with excitement. “I knew she was awesome from the first time I saw her, but this is a whole new level of wacky.”

“Yeah,” Felix laughed.

“So, you’re the slayer, we’re friends of the slayer and your ex is a vampire.” Bryce told Felix. “Where do we go from here?”

A few hours passed and Bryce and Mercy eventually went home after full out interrogating Felix about all things slayer related and Felix found himself sitting on his bed by himself looking through the photos of him and Thorn deleting them one by one as tears began forming in his eyes till he heard a knock at the door.

“I’m just going to bed!” He shouted before Fyre walked in. “Look I’m all talked out about slayer stuff I’ll fill you in come morning.”

“It’s okay I’ve watched enough horrors to get the rough idea of what’s going down and the rest I’ll either google or hit you up for later.” Fyre replied to her older brother as she walked across his room to sit down next to Felix. “I’m here to check up on you I know you loved him.”

“I really did.” Felix cried. “But I’ll be okay.”

“I know you will.” Fyre said before giving her brother a hug. “But for now, it’s okay to not be okay.”

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roonil-wazlib-at-221b · 5 years

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Don’t You Believe Me?

Request: Could you write a klaus imagine where it’s a couple years post-canon. the reader has been pining for him for ages but swallows it cus they don’t believe he returns their feelings. when he tells them that he loves them they’re just like “lmao sure” cus all of their friends and partners have left them and no one has ever loved them enough to stay so they don’t believe him. They aren’t like sad about it either, just resigned and making light of it to deal with how much it hurts to not be wanted.

Pairing: Klaus x Reader (Oneshot)

“He’s probably lying, though,” you mutter to yourself, chewing on your thumbnail as you pace around your small room, bare feet sinking into Emily’s plush carpet with every step. Your phone is in your hand, screen glowing as it displays the nine-word text that’s causing you so much anxiety. When the screen dims, you tap it again. You just need to look at the text in order to get a feel for it.

“What does he have to gain from lying to you?” your roommate, Emily, asks from where she’s laying on her stomach on her bed. Her hair is curled perfectly and her clothes are fashionable and look cute. You don’t know how she does it. You always look terrible no matter how hard you try and your hair can’t hold a curl to save your life. It’s especially impressive considering how just yesterday she’d been bawling her eyes out.

“He could humiliate me!” you exclaim, your voice loud. Someone in the hall down yells to shut up, which in turn makes other people yell at them, until everyone’s yelling and then it lapses into stony, brooding silence. You hiss, “He could be saying it to stand me up or something!”

“Y/N, we’re not in middle school anymore,” Emily responds. “Trust me, no one’s going to be putting in this much effort in order to stand you up.”

“I don’t know,” you say, your phone screen dimming once more. You tap the screen and accidentally on the new message, which means now Charles will be able to see that you’ve opened up the text. “Shit!” You drop your phone like a hot potato. The offending text glares up at you: You know, you’re actually rly cute. Wanna meet up?

“Haven’t you guys been talking for, like, weeks?” Emily asks, blowing a large bubble and sending her friend a SnapChat. “Yeah, trust me, guys like that lose interest after three days on average.” She should know; she did an actual study on the habits of boys and girls when talking to people on instant messaging, and if the male isn’t interested he apparently gives up after three days. You guess she hadn’t studied how many guys cheat on their girlfriends or she wouldn’t have started dating her boyfriend, but she hardly looks worse for the wear.

“What about the outliers?” you ask miserably. Charles is active on Instagram right now, which means he’s probably waiting for your response. He’s seen that you’ve seen it. He might be getting annoyed that you’re taking too long. He might be laughing with his friends about how they’re guessing you’re freaking out.

“The most extreme outlier was a week, Y/N,” Emily says not-so-patiently. She’s normally pretty good at handling you when you’re like this, but recently she found out her boyfriend’s been cheating on her, and she had to pull an allnighter last night to study for her Calculus quiz. Now she’s plotting her revenge on the cheating Michael. “Trust me. Nobody even finds that all that entertaining, anyway. You’re not going to get stood up.”

Your phone screen hasn’t even turned off before you decide, “No, I’m canceling it. Nope. Nope. I’m blocking him.”

“Y/N!” Emily jerks her head up to look at you, brown eyes widening with horror, but you’ve already done it. Her voice is surprisingly shrill when she exclaims againn, “Y/N!”

“Shut up!” somebody yells again, followed by multiple people shushing them.

“Oh, jeez,” you say, your hands shaking as you shove your phone in your pocket. “Nope, nope, nope. Did not like that.”

“You’re pathetic,” Emily sighs, shaking her head. “He was cute. He seemed sweet. You’re just being crazy.”

“I’m sorry, are you standing up for boys in general now?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips. “Last time I checked, your boyfriend’s a douche.”

“First of all, no, I wasn’t talking about all boys, just Charles. He seemed nice. Second of all,” Emily glares at you, “low blow, dude.”

“Sorry,” you groan, dragging a hand down your face. “I’m just… not good at this.”

“You just need to get over him,” Emily says, standing up. She puts a perfectly manicured hand on your arm and crinkles her brow at you. “Trust me. Pining over Klaus for eternity isn’t going to make you feel any better. Rebound dudes are the absolute best to date, because everything they do feels so crazy amazing!” She’s already got her rebound dude from Michael picked out.

“I know,” you insist, folding your arms. “I’m getting over him. It’s just… I had a bad feeling about Charles,” you invent wildly.

Emily crosses her arms and raises one skeptical eyebrow. “Mmm-hmm, sure.”

“What about you?” you ask, sitting down heavily on your bed and wiping your phone screen on your jean pants. “What are you thinking for Michael?”

“Honestly, I was thinking about cutting three inches off my hair and posting a selfie with the caption ‘Not gonna miss those three inches, Mike’.” Emily flips her hair over her shoulder and sends another photo to a friend. “What do you think?”

You laugh. “That sounds really funny. I’ll be the first to like it.”

“Honestly, now I think about it, why’d I stay with a guy that barely hits four inches?” she muses, tapping her chin with her pointer finger.

“I believe I asked you that when you started dating him,” you mutter. “And you responded that he was sweet.”

“Character is out,” Emily decides. “The length of the dick is all that matters now, as long as he’s not a total asshole and, like, a wifebeater.”

“As you do,” you nod.

It was the whole ‘your boyfriend’s a douche’ comment, you’re sure of it.

Emily has moved out of the room you shared together.

It’s not like you weren’t expecting it, either; since when has anyone ever wanted anything to do with you? Your own parents abandoned you and when you tried to track them down, they had another little girl and were not interested in talking to you. The rare times you’ve gotten a boyfriend he’d dumped you quickly, unable to handle your fears of abandonment.

Even the goddamn cat you adopted from the shelter ran away.

So no. You’re the opposite of a magnet. Nobody ever wants to be with you. They don’t even want to be in the same room as you.

Your phone buzzes. It’s Klaus Hargreeves, your oldest friend, and you’re trying to calculate how long it’ll be until he leaves you too. Everyone else has. It’s only a matter of time.

Klaus: Hey, Y/N, wanna come over? I’ve got a surprise for you!

Honestly, you’re surprised he’s texted you. He hasn’t in the last three days, which frankly isn’t very unusual for him, but your anxieties are in overdrive and have been since coming home and seeing the ‘Goodbye’ note on the door.

‘Y/N, I’m going to be living with some other friends for the rest of the semester.’

Translation: I’m finally ditching you for my better friends.

‘No hard feelings, right?’

Translation: I’m trying to be as polite as possible, don’t get mad at me for ditching you, you loser.

‘I’ll still see you around!’

Translation: But only in passing; don’t try to talk to me in public.

‘—Emily’

Translation: You were super fucking annoying. Thank God I’m out.

Within seconds, you text Klaus back, saying, What time? And what sort of surprise?

You good to come over like rn?

You don’t have any other classes for the rest of the day, and though you have an essay to write, you can do it when you come home later or tomorrow.

Yeah, sure, I’m on my way, you text back and slip on a pair of shoes before hurrying out the door. On the bright side, you won’t be able to get into any loud conversations and get yelled at anymore. You’re pretty sure the rest of the hall hates you and Emily for occasionally shrieking the most.

Come to my bedroom when you get here ;), Klaus sends you, and you have to stifle a grin. Maybe his teasing is what made you fall for him initially, and the way he’s so carefree. It hurts a little bit, though, whenever he makes a joke about being with you. You know you’re not even an option, but still.

Like Emily had said. You need to get over Klaus. Maybe you should have told him you had to write the essay, but…

It’s too late now for that. Plus, Klaus may get annoyed if you cancel plans with him and not want to hang out with you later on.

The Umbrella Academy mansion is quiet when you push open the doors. Grace must be cleaning elsewhere, and Pogo must be doing… whatever Pogo does when he’s not taking care of the kids. You barely even notice your extravagant surroundings anymore; far too used to them after visiting Klaus whenever you’re worried he’s OD’d on drugs or whenever he’s a little less high and wants to hang out.

Nothing’s changed when you see Klaus’s room. Well, things have definitely changed; there are balloons around the doorway like he’s celebrating something, but that’s just Klaus fashion. For all you know, he could be celebrating something—maybe this is his anniversary of getting addicted to drugs or something like that. Something like that would kill you a little bit to see happen, as it would kill all his siblings, but Klaus is just like that.

And you really do love him.

You push open the door cautiously, half-expecting him to throw something at you as a prank, but all that greets you is Klaus standing in the middle of his room, exclaiming happily upon seeing you.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You can’t respond. You have to take it all in for a second.

For one thing, his curtains aren’t drawn for once to keep the sun from hurting his hangover headache. For another thing, he’s shaved and cut his hair a little bit. The last thing that really stands out to you is that he’s wearing color. In all your life, you’ve never seen Klaus wear any color apart from that pink feather boa, but he’s wearing a tie-dye tank top and loose green cargo pants.

You laugh a little hesitantly, stepping into the room and looking around. He’s certainly seemed to embrace the color; confetti’s everywhere. “What’s going on, Klaus?”

“I’m sober,” he beams, holding up his arms. “Ta-da!”

You’re speechless.

“I know it’s taken me a long time,” he continues, “and I’m really glad you’ve helped me through all the years. But I’m sober and I’m planning on staying sober for the rest of my life. Ben’s helping me realize that I can’t just drink away my problems, you know?”

“Are you serious?” you manage to squeak out.

Klaus nods.

You squeal and launch yourself across the room, latching onto Klaus like a koala. “Klaus, I cannot believe it! Why didn’t you tell me you were getting sober?”

“I didn’t wanna let you down if I couldn’t,” he mutters, squeezing you so tightly you can’t breathe for a second. “And I was planning something.”

“What?” You pull away from him, already regretting the hug because it just made you love being in his arms more. Spending time with somebody probably isn’t the best way to get over them.

“Well, I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but I knew I wasn’t gonna be able to until I was sober.” Klaus sits down on his bed, pulling you down with him, and looks in your eyes seriously. It’s unnerving. You’ve never really seen Klaus serious. “Y/N…” He swallows. “Please don’t say anything until I’m done, okay? I just need to get something off my chest.”

You nod. Oh God, is he going to tell me he’s murdered someone? Can you honestly keep a secret like that for him? You nod, squeezing his hands tightly.

“Y/N, I’ve loved you for a long time,” he says, blushing a bit but refusing to look away from you. “I wanted to get sober for you. I want to have a future with you. You’re my best friend and you make me laugh. You’re supportive and kind. I know that people have left you before, but I promise I won’t. I don’t know if you feel the same way, but if you do…” He squeezes your hands for a second. “I’d love to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You want to vomit.

He’s really making fun of you in this way? When he knows how sensitive you are about being abandoned? When he’s probably the only person who knows about your parents and relationship struggles throughout your life?

You swallow around a lump in your throat and croak out a laugh. “Ha, good one, Klaus.” You stand up, avoiding his eyes. “I’m happy you’re sober, though.” You start to turn away, saying, “I have an essay to—”

Klaus grabs your hand gently and spins you around. “Y/N, I’m not making fun of you. I really do love you.”

“Yep, mmhmm, sure,” you say, nodding too quickly, clenching your jaw too tightly. “I know. I’m sorry; I’m not really in the mood for jokes right now; I’m stressed out about this essay that’s due—”

“Y/N, don’t you believe me?” Klaus asks, staring at you. He’d honestly not expected it to go like this—he’s sober; isn’t life supposed to start going right?

You wrench your arm out of his grip. “Sorry, Klaus, I really have to go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“No, you won’t,” Klaus mutters as you escape the room. He’d imagined that going in a million different ways except that one. “Shit!”

“Go chase after her,” Ben instructs. “We both knew she wouldn’t believe you. At first.”

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mitchsmarners · 5 years

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semi charmed life | chapter ten | 4k | teen |

“You guys have kept in contact this whole time?” Bill asked, brow disappearing underneath hair line as he looked like his old friends in amazement. “And you guys are.. what? Room mates?”

Eddie avoided looking at Richie as he answered. “Yeah, uh… room mates. Something like that.”

[or: the adult!losers reunion, done 2000s sit-com style, just like we all deserve.]

PREVIOUSLY ON SEMI CHARMED LIFE: “I just…” the woman shrugged. “My boyfriend… the father… I’m not sure if he’s the smartest. He’s an amazing boyfriend, I love him so much. But I’m sure if I can rely on him.” “I… I’m a writer, b-b-b-but my girlfriend-““She pregnant?” The man chuckled. “You’d be surprised how often that what we hear ‘round here.” “I-I-I-I didn’t fuh-fuh-feel right about i-i-i-it!” Bill declared. “I-I-I was truh-try-trying to get o-o-o-out! They d-d-d-didn’t luh-luh-like that.” | “I was trying to find a place for us both to live, That’s not my problem anymore, but you’re not staying in my family’s house. I’ll be calling the realtor tomorrow to make sure the house is emptied.” | CUTEST COUPLE. Richie traced his hands over the words, smiling softly as he took in the appearance of himself and Beverly Marsh at fifteen. Richie had dismissed her. Claimed that Eddie had had some sort of weird experience at work, and that it wasn’t anything she had done. Beverly wasn’t entirely sure she believed that, but she was willing to give Richie the benefit of believing him. No doubt he knew what was going on in Eddie’s mind space better than she did. Beverly had no idea what took over her in that moment. Her stomach clenched up and she stared at Richie for a moment. She felt as though every possible human emotion that was able to felt was deep in her gut and she didn’t even notice she was moving forward until she was kissing him.

Stan scooped up Periwinkle as he passed by the small cat. He cuddled her up to his chest as he dropped onto the arm seat in his living room. Patty was sitting and making small talk with Audra, pouring them both cups of wine. Audra gave Stan a nervous smile.

“Thank you for meeting with me,” Audra said, rubbing gently across her belly. She hadn’t started showing too much yet, but if Stan looked hard enough he could tell the girl was with child. His stomach churned a little bit at the thought of what was happening with Bill right now, and how Audra and their child deserved better. Try as Bill might, Stan knew that Richie was right. All Bill was doing was throwing his life away and putting other people at risk. Which was all the more reason for Stan to have this meeting with Audra today.

“Well, this isn’t officially what I do,” Stan said with a smile. Periwinkle mewed happily while Stan scratched behind his ears. “But you seem nice and I want to help you.”

Audra’s eyes fell down to Periwinkle in Stan’s arms and sighed sadly. “I think my boyfriend and I should have started with a pet before jumping right to a baby.”

Audra still hadn’t explicitly told Stan that the father of her child was Bill Denbrough, and he wasn’t sure if he knew who he was. Or if maybe, she just didn’t know that he knew who she was. It didn’t matter too much, really. Stanley wasn’t helping Audra as his old friend’s girlfriend, or anything to do with Bill. He was helping her because he knew that she needed it.

“Are you planning on leaving your boyfriend?” Stan asked her, pulling out manila envelopes from under the coffee table. Patty was a little awkward with the situation, despite only meeting Bill the one time. The love of Stan’s life had never been particularly good at lies or deception. It was something he admired about her, the way she’d stumble over her words and get quiet in any less-than-honest situation, but it was keeping her and Audra at a distance.

“I don’t know,” Audra said slowly, rubbing her hands together slightly. “I love him. And he was a great boyfriend, we always had so much fun together. We had plans to start a family and do this adult stuff some day, but I just don’t think he’s ready for it yet. But I…” Audra wrapped her arms around her stomach and smiled down at herself. “I couldn’t imagine not having this baby now. I want to do this with him, there’s nothing I’d want more but if he’s not ready for this then I’m not going to let him drag this to shit. My baby is going to come first. End of story.”

She seemed so strong and genuine, it made Stan’s heart hurt to know what Bill was trying to do. Maybe Bill had good intentions, yeah, but he was putting everybody into harm's way. Richie was right, a sentence that had rarely applied to the Richie he’d known but Stan was starting to learn that he’d missed almost all of Richie’s growing up.

“You don’t have to do anything.” Stan said seriously. “I’ve mentioned that before, I think, when we first met. All these funds are your own, you have no legal obligation to share them with your partner. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be safe.” Especially since Bill seems to be one bad run away getting tossed in jail or killed, Stan thought a little sadly to himself but couldn’t mention. With Audra giving no indication to knowing that Stan knew Bill or anything along those lines, it wasn’t really Stanley’s place to tell her anything of what was going on. Bill needed to tell her, but Stan highly doubted that he would. If Bill was telling the truth, he was trying to get out but Stan wasn’t going to pretend that the events from the night before hadn’t made him more inclined to meet with Audra. Even going as far as to push up their plans to the next day.

“You said that your family has their own financial advisors, and I’d recommend that you go talk to them before making your final decisions-”

→ → →

Richie rubbed his thumb along the back of Eddie’s hand, wondering if his husband even wanted to hold his hand after everything Richie had just told him. Eddie had been quiet nearly the whole time, staring out around the living room without saying a word or asking any questions. Richie had gone through the story, from Bill’s phone call to Beverly in the car and they were now sitting in silence. The anxiety came to be a little too much for Richie, and he moved to take his hand back, but Eddie clutched at it and dragged it into his lap.

“Richie…” Eddie exhaled hard, pressing the hand that wasn’t clutching at Richie’s hand against his mouth. “Somebody shot at your car? With an actual gun.” Richie nodded slowly and Eddie let out a soft whimper. He squeezed Richie’s hand with both of his, pushing their hands into couch cushions between Eddie’s legs. “You could have died.”

Richie nodded again, but shifted to look at Eddie. “I was afraid when I came home last night, and I’m sorry if i’ve gotten you too worry about this. I’m not sure that it was as bad as I’ve made it out to be. And everything with Bev after that-”

Eddie let out a wet laugh. “Oh, Richie, you don’t need to do this.”

“What?” Richie asked, frowning deeply and biting at his bottom lip.

“This whole Bev kissed you thing.” Eddie waved at Richie’s face as Richie gaped at his husband. “I appreciate it, baby, I do. But I know you’re just trying to make me feel better about Bill putting your life at risk like that. I’m going to kill him, by the way.”

“Eddie, I’m not just…” Richie shook his head, frowning deeply. “You don’t believe me?”

“Bev would never do that to me. To us.” Eddie said with a shake of his head and a small smile. Richie’s heart dropped when he looked at the genuine belief on Eddie’s face. Guilt bubbled up in Richie’s chest when he accepted that he wanted to let Eddie keep thinking he was lying. He could pretend that nothing happened, if it wouldn’t hurt Eddie. He could let Eddie believe that it wasn’t true.

Beverly came into the apartment, carrying Marty in her carrier and a tiny Frankie toddling behind her. She froze when she saw Richie and Eddie holding hands on couch and instantly looked nervous. “Oh my God.” She set Marty in the carrier down on the ground and stepped quickly into the living room. Richie’s heart jumped into his throat. “Eddie, I’m so sorry.”

Quick confusion came over Eddie’s face, and Richie watched him move through the understanding. Eddie’s jaw clenched, and he took his hand away from Richie’s. He stood slowly and moved over to the seat with the baby within it. Scooping up the carrier, he brought it back into the living room and started pulling the baby free. He pulled Marty up to his chest, and cooed at her.

“Eddie?” Beverly asked slowly, stepping towards him. Eddie held one hand up to her before lowering it to wrap around their baby. Richie remained seated on the couch, glancing around the scene unfolding in front of him. Frankie came padding into the room, eyes wide with the clear tension within the room, and crawled up into Richie’s lap. He wrapped his arms around the girl, and let her cuddle into his chest.

“Eds, do you want me to take the girls out?” Richie asked his husband lightly.

Eddie smiled lovingly at his daughter and shook his head. “No. As long as I’m holding onto her, I can’t hit Beverly.”

Richie whistled lowly, and tucked Frankie’s head a little more under his chin as an attempt to block out everything around the girl. Part of him felt that he should leave, taking Frankie, but he didn’t really want to. Richie had always had a serious fear of missing out, and this was a situation that Richie was dedicated to seeing through.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry.” Beverly said, keeping her distance from her friends. “I don’t know what came over me. Tom had showed up to the diner last night, and I was so upset. And Richie seemed upset and he just told me to be with whoever made me happy and it just… sort of happened. I didn’t mean to hurt anybody.”

Eddie turned around slowly, his eyes still not leaving Marty’s face. “Your response to Richie telling you to be with whoever makes you happy was to kiss him? Kiss Richie?”

“My life has been so complicated!” Beverly cried, tears obvious in her eyes and bottom lip trembling. “Things were so simple when Richie and I were together! I miss simple! And you know, if things had been different this could have been my life.”

Richie winced.

Eddie’s eyes flashed. He stepped backwards, not even looking away from Beverly’s face as he handed Marty over to Richie. Frankie kept her head pressed against Richie’s chest, hands immediately going out to let Marty wrap a tiny fist around two of her fingers.

“Get out of my house.” Eddie said firmly. “You need to figure your shit out, Beverly. I don’t care if you want to be with Ben, or if you go back to your husband or if decide that you’re a strong independent woman who needs no man. But you’re not going to figure that out here, and you’re not going to have these delusions that you could have had a life with my husband. You don’t get to look at my kids and think about how they could have been yours.”

“Eddie, that’s not what I meant-” Beverly start to plead but Eddie shook his head.

“When Richie told me that you kissed him, I thought he was trying to soften the blow of the rest of his story. Something to distract me. I thought it was a lie.” Eddie hissed, fists clenched at his side. “I told him that you would never have done that to me. And then you come in here, and not only admit that you kissed my husband, but then you try to excuse it by saying that you dated him once when we were fifteen years old so it’s within your right to kiss him. Fuck you, Beverly.”

“That wasn’t what I meant!” Beverly cried. “Eddie, I care so much about you. And Richie and the girls. I would never do anything to hurt you, I swear. I was just confused!”

“Tell me right now, to my face, that you aren’t hung up on my husband.” Eddie said firmly. “Because now I can’t help but wonder if maybe that’s your problem.”

“Eddie, come on.” Beverly sighed sadly, tilting her head back to stare up at the ceiling. “This is ridiculous.”

“Say it!” Eddie almost shouted, sounding nearly frantic. Frankie let out a small whimper and tucked her head harder against Richie’s chest. Richie stood up, one girl in each arm and started to duck out of the room but Beverly’s response cause him to freeze in the doorway.

“You stole him from me!”

“Wow...” Eddie chuckled slowly. His hands had come down to rest on his waist and he was shaking his head. There was a smile on his face, but it didn’t hold humour. Richie was trying to debate if he’d be able to hold both his daughters and his husband in his arms at the same time. “You’ve got some serious issues, Beverly Marsh. Get the fuck out of here.”

Eddie walked past Richie, taking baby Marty without meeting Richie’s gaze and moved back towards the girls bedroom. Frankie dropped onto the ground and Richie gestured for her to follow Eddie. Richie turned to Beverly and shook his head.

Beverly wiped angrily at her tears, and took a shaky breath. “Richie…”

“Don’t.” Richie said sharply. He shook his head again, running his hands through his rough curls. “Just get your stuff and get out.”

“Where am I supposed to go?” Beverly sobbed out, pressing her hands to her face.

“I don’t know. I can’t care about that right now. It’s not my problem.” Richie said simply, shrugging. He turned away from the sound of Beverly’s muffled crying and walked back to the girls bedroom. Eddie was standing on the other side of the room, putting Marty in the crib. Frankie was playing with her dolls on the floor, but even Richie could see it was half-hearted.

“Do you want me to leave, too?” Richie asked, leaning against the doorframe. Eddie whipped around, starting at Richie with wide eyes. He seemed to flounder for a moment before frowning sadly.

“Why would I want that?” Eddie asked quietly, walking quickly past Frankie on the floor. He came up to Richie and joined their hands. “Beverly kissed you. You didn’t kiss her back, you told me right away. You didn’t do anything wrong, baby, okay? I am not mad at you.”

“I love you…” Richie whispered, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Eddie’s. “I’m so sorry this happened.”

Eddie knocked their noses together. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” Eddie bounced up onto his toes and pressed a kiss to Richie’s lips, squeezing Richie’s hands and pressing their chests together. Just as Richie ran his tongue along the Eddie’s bottom lip, Frankie let out a shriek.

“EWWWW!!! KISSING IS GROSS!” Frankie shouted, jumping up onto her feet and ran at Richie’s knees. She wrapped herself around him and tucked herself in between her fathers. Richie took a hand free from Eddie’s and dropped down onto Frankie’s head. He ruffled up her hair and made the girl squealed, but cling him all the harder. Eddie dropped his head down and rested it on Richie’s shoulder, taking his own mental pride in knowing that nothing was ever going to take priority over his family.

The phone ringing broke through the moment.

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Ben Hanscom tapped his fingers on his desk. It wasn’t so much of a work space as some tiny Ikea desk shoved into the corner of the room, behind a pile of boxes and facing a brick wall that he was expected to call a workspace. He read the email from Beverly again and pinched the brim of his nose. Part of Ben had known what he was getting into, knowing that Beverly’s divorce wasn’t making any progress and that Beverly seemed to be putting it off but he didn't let that bother him. He’d realized so soon after being reunited with Bev that he’d never really let go of her in his heart. The idea that Beverly was interested in him had been enough for him. But looking at the email now, he could tell that something was wrong. It was vague and distant, just giving the barest hint that something had happened with Eddie and Richie and that she needed somewhere to stay. There was nothing incriminating within the message itself, but it left a sick feeling in Ben’s stomach. He couldn’t put a finger on what seemed wrong about it, but he gut was telling him to tread very carefully.

“Hanscom!” His boss called angrily, stomping past the boxes and glowering at Ben. “Is that a personal email? I thought we were pretty clear about the use of company property for personal use!”

Ben clenched his jaw. As though this bastard didn’t spend five hours a day locked up in his office watching porn on his company computer. Ben knocked his hand against the desk a little heavier and turned around in his chair. Because he had to physically turn around in it, because he was the only person in this office with a chair that didn’t have wheels. “You know what, Kent.” Ben said, forcing a smile onto his face and shook his head. “Why don’t you get the fuck off my back? I do my job, I do well, and you pay me absolutely garbage. If I want to check my fucking email, I’m going to.”

Kent looked taken back, mouth dropping open. “Watch your tone with me, Hanscom. I control your future at this place-”

“What future?” Ben laughed angrily. “What future is that? The one where I sit here in the back corner, making minimum wage for the rest of my life while you take credit for all my ideas and ring in thousands of dollars for doing nothing at all?”

“Hanscom-” Kent hissed, glancing over his shoulder almost nervously. Ben burst out laughing, and pushed himself out of his desk. There was so little room in this area that Ben and his boss were nearly pressed chest to chest. Ben pumped up against him, knocking Kent a little further into the main office. He started picking up his belongings, quickly logging out of the desktop.

Kent stepped backwards as Ben moved past him, stomping into the office and waved overly dramatically towards all the other bastards sitting in the main office. “It’s really grand, all of you!” Ben shouted, saluting towards the co-workers. He recognized that, yes, he potentially throwing his entire life away but in this moment absolutely no fucks were being given. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” He called out, pointing at the other office workers as he walked past them. “Fuck you, fuck you, you’re cool, fuck you.”

He stopped at the door of the office, bag thrown over his shoulder, and as he stared he knew that he wasn't going to miss a single thing about this place. “I’m out.”

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Mike was laying across his floor, staring up at the ceiling, when Eddie let himself in. A small pair of feet padded across the floor, and the tiny body flopped onto his chest. “Uncle Mikey!” Frankie Kaspbrak cried happily, cuddling up to his chest. “My pops said that you were sad.”

“Already feeling better, sweetie.” Mike said, ruffling at Frankie’s messy braids. The little girl made a happy noise, and Mike thought on how he’d spent too much time in the last few months worrying about Alexander. He’d dedicated so much of his time and effort into making finding an apartment, into trying to make things work for somebody who hadn’t been trying for him, that he’d forgotten that he’d already had people who loved him in the city.

“Yeah, little gremlin has that effect on people,” Richie said as he came into the room, Marty’s baby carrier in his hands. Eddie had come in behind him with bags of Chinese take out that he was setting up on the living table. “Franks, why don’t you let your Uncle Mike up, huh? You can cuddle with him on the couch while you guys eat your dinner, okay?”

“Don’t call me Franks!” Frankie cried, crawling off of Mike’s middle and waiting for the man to stand up and make his way back to the couch. “He was a already on the ground when I gots in. I didn’t knock ‘im over this time.”

“Already on the floor, huh?” Richie raised his brow as Mike got up and let Frankie crawl up into his lap. “How you doing, honey?”

Mike sighed, and leaned his head against the back of the couch. “I just feel so stupid, you know? I was out here, busting my ass trying to make things work for us, to get us together out here and hoping everything would be great and he was just…” Mike shook his head. “How could a person cheat on somebody else? What has to be wrong with you to get to that point?”

Richie raised his eyebrows, cheeks puffing out with half a chicken ball. He swallowed roughly, and coughed a little bit. “Seems like it was a rough night for everybody, huh? It was like… fuck those Losers from Maine, and them specifically.”

Mike laughed, watching as Frankie ripped apart a spring roll. Eddie came in, cooing at little Marty and sat directly on Richie’s lap. He grabbed a fork full of Richie’s chow mein and rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Bill’s gotten himself involved in some drug bullsiht, nearly got Richie and Stan killed in the process, Bev had a run in with her husband and then responded to the stress by kissing mine even though she’s also dating Bev. Fun times all around.”

Mike whistled, accepting the fried rice that Frankie was trying to force into his mouth. “Richie, you hung out with Stan last night?”

“Of all the…” Richie laughed, grinning down as Marty grabbed his finger and put it into her mouth. “I assure you that I was ambushed.”

“You told me you drove him home,” Eddie pitched in, scratching mindlessly at the small curls at the bottom of Richie’s scalp. Mike looked over at the couple, smiling softly as he felt Frankie resting against him.

“Okay, and what?” Richie shot back, moving to take his hand from Marty’s mouth until the baby made a sad noise and Richie quickly returned it. “Was I supposed to just leave him in middle of nowhere to possibly die?”

Eddie shrugged one shoulder and shot Mike a playful smirk. Mike smiled back and bounced Frankie slightly on his knee. “I’m glad I found out, you know? I’m glad that I know, and that I’m not stuck being played for a fool anymore. It hurts, of course, I really thought Alexander was the one.”

“You’ll find them, Mike.” Eddie said firmly. “We’re not even thirty yet. Most of the people we know from high school are complete messes. Bill got his girlfriend pregnant and now he’s dealing drugs. You’ve got a dream job and a roof over your head. Everything else will come when it’s time.”

“Yeah!” Frankie cheered happily, patting her hand against Mike’s cheek. “Don’t get married, and come have tea parties with me. Ima better than a smelly boyfriend.”

“There’s nobody better than you, sweetheart.” Mike said happily, rubbing Frankie’s back.

Frankie batted her eyelashes and blushed. Richie’s mouth dropped open and Eddie burst out laughing.

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“Ben…” Beverly leaned against the front door of Ben’s apartment, knocking weakly. “Please open the door. I know you’re in there.”

Ben walked up to the door from the other side, dropping his hand to the door knob. He went to turn it, let Beverly walk in and pretend he hadn’t felt the shift in their dynamic. He turned around, leaning against the door, unknowingly against Beverly’s form.

“I’m sorry…” She said tearfully. “I know I messed up, okay? I don’t need you to tell me that, too. I’ve heard it plenty today.”

Ben clenched his jaw. So something did happen, then. He knew that Eddie and Richie would never kick Beverly out for no reason, and Ben’s gut had been tense all day from the vague email. That momentary feeling of freedom that he’d gotten from walking out of work today had burst into another round of anxiety when Beverly knocked on his door.

“Okay.” Beverly said tearfully. “Okay, Ben. If this is what you want, if you don’t want to open this door, then that’s okay. I’ll just… It doesn’t matter. I’m not making this about me. I’ve fucked this all up, and I’m going to make it better.”

Ben reached for the door knob again, letting his hand hover on it until Beverly’s footsteps started and faded away. He sunk down to the floor, pulling his legs up to his chest and pressed his face into knees. From his apartment, he couldn’t see how Beverly got to the stairway and sat down against the wall with matching tears in her eyes.

#benverly fic #reddie fic #benverly #reddie #*shrug emoji*#my writing #scl tag #semi charmed life #POSTING AT MIDNIGHT BECAUSE...... i have no self control and i like to post immediately #and i stopped thinking something wont flop so im not catering to timezones ??

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