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klarion-the-witch-boy · 4 months

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @marirah! Love you, babe 😘

I'm TheWitchBoy and Klarion on AO3. 🫡

How many works do you have on AO3?

158 on TheWitchBoy

14 on Klarion (but I don't feel like logging into Klarion rn, so that's probably the only thing I'll answer for Klarion)

What’s your total A03 word count?

904,184 words on TheWitchBoy

What fandoms do you write for?

A lot of DC, some Marvel, a bit of Star Wars, a pinch of Harry Potter, a dash of Supernatural. Anything that strikes my fancy, really.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Odd One, or, Wally's Mysterious Boyfriend. T, Birdflash, Secret ID Reveals, Humour.

A Strange Family. T, SuperBat (Pre-Relationship), Secret ID Reveals, Shenanigans.

A Game of Guess Who With Big Blue. G, Gen, Mistaken Identities, ID Shenanigans, Humour.

Grinning Shadow of the Bat. T, Batfam, Dialogue Centric, Shenanigans, Humour.

Secret Visitors (on the Watchtower). G, Gen, Secrets, Humour.

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I know this one... It's one of my DCWC fics. Uhh. The Unwanted Return of the Past. Or maybe The Cliff Walk? I'm not much of an angst writer, I don't think.

Oh wait, I did try my hand at writing expressions of grief that one time, of Dick after Jason's death. Picking Up the Broken Pieces.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Damn. Happiest ending. Uh. Maybe ...Trading Spouses? Most of my fic has happy endings, idk

Do you get hate on your fic?

I don't think so?

Do you write smut?

Yes, but only on Klarion. I prefer TheWitchBoy to be (mostly) sfw.

Do you write crossovers?

Sometimes. Mostly DC/White Collar (I have a series for those ones, actually). Sometimes DC/Marvel.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so. But, way back in my dA days, I did lil Harry Potter comics and those were stolen lmao. I didn't care much at the time and I don't care much now, though.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of?

Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yeah! With the cryptid roommate! The Clue fic (it's Supernatural, that's you're only warning).

What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

That's a hard one. I think - if folks know me for any ship - they probably know me for Birdflash? That's definitely up there. In this minute, right now, though? Maybe Matt/Frank. Maybe TimKon. I'm not good at picking favourites.

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Unrepentant. :/ I wanna do it, but at this point it's been so long I don't think I can fool myself about it.

What’s your writing strengths?

Dialogue (or so I like to think). It's what I have the most fun with, anyway.

What’s your writing weaknesses?

Remembering what I wrote, probably.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I prefer it in moderation? I dunno, I think dabbling in other languages isn't a bad thing, but for myself I do like to understand what I'm putting to paper.

But also I don't like when an English fic sticks Cyrillic or katakana or whatever else into dialogue - Romanize that, so it can be read, however roughly, please. Otherwise I hear like... Villager Gibberish when my eyes pass over it and that's low-key uncomfy lmao.

First fandom you wrote for?

Prrrobably Kingdom Hearts? Or Final Fantasy 7: Crisis Core? Damn, going all the way back to my pre-AO3 days, there. And pre-fanficdotnet days.

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Right now, my favourite written/shared fic is Signs and Portents. It's a Fusion Fic of Supernatural and the movie Signs. I deeply enjoyed writing it. Sadly, it's not quite what folks were looking for to read. XD that's fine, though, since I wrote it for me, anyway.

Too tired to tag anyone, sorry. ✌️ If you feel like doing it, then you're it now. You're officially tag. Shoo, go write up your answers!

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writingblock101 · 4 years

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Old Memories (Jason Todd x Reader)

Request for anonymous: “I didn’t want you to see me like this.” and “You’re proud of me?”

I hit 700 followers? Holy shit? Thank you! Enjoy!

Word Count: 3,000 words

Warnings: Gore, violence

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish, @mayahoelland2013

Red Hood grimaces under his helmet at the sound of the familiar, maniacal laughter. His hands tighten into fists as his skin burns with the heat of a bomb and stings from the blows of a crowbar. Keep breathing. You’re not in Ethiopia. His fingers ghost over the word “HA!” carved repeatedly into skin that isn’t his. The memory makes Red Hood’s stomach boil with rage.

His hands brush over one of his guns strapped to his thighs. The heavy metal brings him comfort, knowing he’s not a scared kid, beaten and chained to the ground in an abandoned warehouse. He’s highly trained and heavily armed with a chip in his shoulder. While Red Hood may have agreed to not kill in Gotham, he’s certainly going to deliver some pain to the Joker.

“Help patrol Gotham, they said,” Red Hood mutters to himself. “B would appreciate it so much, they said.”

“You good, Wing?” Nightwing asks over the comms.

“Peachy,” Red Hood growls, his teeth grinding at the sound of the laughter again. “Where the fuck is this crazy son of a bitch?”

“Dunno. The upstairs classrooms are clear.”

Red Hood grumbles under his breath as he checks an empty kindergarten classroom. While he’s happy Joker decided to hole up in a school at night when there weren’t any kids present, there are about twenty million different ways he’d rather be spending his evening than hunting for the Joker with Nightwing and all of them include you.

You and Dick, of course, were the ones who talked him into helping patrol Gotham. With Batman and Robin on bed rest after getting caught in an explosion and Red Robin abroad, that left Nightwing and Red Hood to make sure Gotham didn’t go to hell. And of course, just with Red Hood’s luck, Joker decided tonight was a beautiful night to break out of Arkham.

“I hate this fucking city,” Red Hood grumbles.

“Clearly not that much ‘cause you never left,” Nightwing quips back.

“Yeah, well, sorry for not fucking off to a completely different city because B pissed me off,” Red Hood snaps.

“We’re not all dramatic enough to die instead.”

Red Hood grins under his helmet, glad that his siblings are finally catching on to how much fun it is to make death jokes.

The intercom crackles to life, Red Hood’s grin melting off his face.

“Looks like old Batsy seems to think he’s too good for my games,” The Joker sighs. “Instead, he sent me Old Boy Wonder and the Defective,” He laughs loudly. “I’m sure we’ll still have some fun!”

Red Hood grinds his teeth, but finishes checking the last classroom.

“Downstairs is clear, anything upstairs?”

“All clear,” Nightwing confirms. “That just leaves the gym.”

“Great,” Red Hood sighs. “Meet in the west stairwell.”

Nightwing swings around the railing, dropping onto the floor next to Red Hood. Show off.

“Shall we?” He asks.

Red Hood grumbles but follows Nightwing out the stairwell and toward the large gym. Red Hood shoves open the door to be immediately met by gunfire near his head. He curses, ducking left while Nightwing sprints right.

“Hiya, boys!” Joker exclaims, firing another round of bullets into the wall above the bleaches Red Hood is hiding under. “I thought you two would never find me!”

“I’d rather find you in a cell in Arkham!” Nightwing yells from opposite bleachers.

“Arkham?!” Joker sounds deeply offended. “Boy Wonder, when did you turn into such a party pooper?”

“You want an alphabetized list?” Nightwing growls then his escrima sticks crackle to life with electricity and he leaps out of his hiding place, hitting a nearby goon in the face.

Red Hood takes that as his cue and comes out shooting. They make quick work of the goons, sending the Joker sprinting toward the back of the gym.

“This party isn’t over yet!” He exclaims, pulling out a different, strange-looking gun.

“What the…” Red Hood frowns at the toy looking weapon then Joker points it at him and fires. “Shit!” Red Hood exclaims, rolling out of the way from a dart that’s sticking into the floor.

Joker fires again, this time hitting Red Hood in the shoulder. He curses, yanking the dart out, but feels strange. Joker laughs again.

“I hope you like my new concoction!” He exclaims.

Jason feels the room spin around him for a moment, a floating feeling rushing throughout his body. A giggle builds in his stomach then comes tumbling out of his lips. Another follows, spilling like bubbles out of Jason’s mouth. Bubbles, that’s funny. He laughs more, the idea of bubbles coming out of his mouth seeming hilarious.

He looks down at his chest, expecting to see bubbles. Huh. He’s on the ground now. Isn’t that funny? Jason thinks so.

He looks down at his chest, wanting to find the bubbles. Maybe they’re a pretty color! Wouldn’t that be funny? Bright green and purple bubbles spilling out of Jason’s mouth. That would be hilarious!

Jason laughs more, tilting his head to see the bubbles, but he doesn’t see bubbles. Dark red blood gurgles down his chest, oozing from his split open stomach. Those aren’t green and purple bubbles. More blood gushes out of his stomach as Jason laughs harder. Blood? He’s bleeding? When did he start bleeding? He needs to stop the bleeding, but he keeps laughing. What is so funny? Jason isn’t sure, but he keeps laughing.

Deep cuts on his arms begin dripping with blood. HA! HA! HA! HA! carves itself into his skin. Jason laughs harder, feeling tears rush down his face. He hears the smack of a crowbar against skin, the ticking of a clock, the smell of gunpowder. He feels the burn of an explosion, a sheen of sickly green covers his eyes. It bubbles around him, forcing his skin back together.

“Jason?” You stand in front of him, blood spurting from your slit throat. “Why did you do this to me?”

It’s not funny, but Jason can’t stop laughing.

“Why did you do this to me?” You hiss, more blood spurting from your throat.

As blood dribbles from your throat, it catches the scars on your arms. HA! HA! HA!

“You did this!” You scream. “Jason! You did this! Jason! Jason! JASON!”

“Jason!” Nightwing exclaims.

Jason jerks awake with a gasp. He shoves Nightwing away from him and rips his helmet off, breathing heavily. His hand flies to his chest to find it perfectly dry. He isn’t bleeding, you’re not here. He’s on the ground in the gym. The Joker is tied up and unconscious. Isn’t that funny?

A familiar, maniacal laugh escapes Jason’s lips. His eyes widen at the realization.

“Hey,” Nightwing puts a grounding hand on Jason’s shoulder. “It’s okay, breathe through it. We have the antidote, let’s just go to the Cave--”

“No,” Jason cuts him off. “I’m not going to the Cave,” He giggles at the thought of bats, his anger quickly flushing away.

Nightwing sighs, probably not surprised by Jason’s resistance.

“Okay, fine. I can go to the Cave. Do you want me to take you back to your apartment?”

“No!” Jason laughs again, his chest tightening at the familiar laughter. He feels a crowbar smack his skin. His hands go to his hair, tugging. There’s no crowbar. Another laugh spills past his lips. “I can’t,” Jason manages as another laugh forces its way out. He tugs harder on his hair. “I can’t do that to Y/N… Not when I’m like this.” He laughs again.

Dick frowns, squeezing Jason’s shoulder.

“Okay, Jase, just breathe. You’re okay.”

Jason nods shakily, his heart rate speeding up with each laugh.

“My apartment is too far…” Nightwing frowns.

“I have a spare key to Tim’s apartment,” Jason giggles, his fingers tightening in his hair at the sound.

Nightwing narrows his eyes.

“Does Tim know this?”

Jason rolls his eyes.

“He’s the one that gave it to me, birdbrain,” The usual bite is wrecked by another maniacal laugh.

“Okay,” Nightwing helps Jason to his feet. “Let’s get you out of here.”

. . .

It’s not just Joker Venom. Dick curses under his breath. It never is easy with Joker, is it? He looks over at his brother on the couch. The crazed grin has forced its way onto Jason’s face as more and more maniacal laughter forces its way out.

With each giggle, Jason’s nails dig into his hair. Luckily, Dick was able to get Jason out of his gear, but the sight on Tim’s couch was truly heartbreaking.

Jason is hunched over, curled in a protective position Dick guesses Jason used a lot before meeting Bruce. His hands are knotted into his hair, tightening with each giggle. His eyes are squeezed shut, tears streaming down his face through the laughter.

“No, stop!” He begs. He murmurs something low and panicked that Dick doesn’t catch. “Stop! Leave Y/N alone!”

Dick clenches his fist, his chest tightening at hearing Jason say your name again. If he had to guess, Joker laced his Venom with Fear Toxin. Because Joker Venom wasn’t already hellish enough.

Jason whimpers again, curling tighter on himself. Dick needs the antidote. This isn’t the first time Joker has combined his Venom with Fear Toxin so making the antidote won’t take long, but Dick can’t bear to leave Jason alone.

Kori is off-world, Roy is on the other side of the country, Bruce and Damian are the absolute last people Jason wants to see… Kyle is off-world, as is Donna, Tim is in Europe, Cass is in Hong Kong with Steph, Babs is helping the Birds of Prey with a mission, and Dick doesn’t have a single clue about how to get in touch with Jason’s friend, Artemis. While Dick understands why Jason doesn’t want you anywhere near him, Dick doesn’t want Jason left alone for any period of time… Which leaves you as his only option.

Dick sighs and fishes out his phone.

. . .

You stand outside Tim’s apartment, staring at the door. Dick gave you the full rundown. Jason has been hit with a mixture of Fear Toxin and Joker Venom, giving him terrifying hallucinations while laughing like the man who murdered him.

The sound of maniacal laughter, muffled by the door, sends chills down your spine. Your arms burn where the words HA! HA! HA! HA! are carved. The sound of screams echo distantly in your ears.

Although it has been years since you were trapped in that 3rd-grade classroom with that deranged clown while watching him carve into your classmates’ bodies, the memories still haunt you constantly. Some kids got Glasgow smiles carved onto their faces. Others got the Joker’s name carved across their chest. You got his laughter carved down your arms. Years of therapy is the only reason you can stand in front of this door without running.

Another laugh fills your ears. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the sting of the cuts running down your arm, but you pause, taking a deep breath. Although the laugh sounds dangerously close to the Joker’s, underneath the high pitch noise you can hear Jason’s low timbre. He is in there, forced to be producing the last sounds he heard as a scared, beaten sixteen-year-old, and you’re not going to let him suffer alone.

You knock on the door.

Dick opens the door, looking a bit disheveled. He’s still in his Nightwing costume, mask and all, but judging by his messy hair, he’s been tugging on it and running his fingers through it, a nervous habit you’ve noticed most of the family doing.

“Hey,” He pulls you inside quickly. “I’m sorry to drag you into this--”

“I’m glad you called me,” You cut him off. A familiar laugh interrupts you, causing you to tense.

Dick frowns, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder.

“Hey, just breathe. You’re not there. You’re in Tim’s apartment.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, nodding along with Dick.

“I’m okay,” You promise.

“Y/N?” Jason says quietly.

You break away from Dick and slowly approach Jason on the couch. He looks exhausted and terrified, dried tear tracks on his face along with the frozen, crazed smile.

“Hey, Jaybird,” You begin quietly. “You okay?”

“You’re...You’re not real…” Jason slowly backs away from you, curling against the couch’s opposite arm with a giggle.

“No, Jay, I’m here. I’m real,” You reach out to run your fingers through his hair.

He sighs, melting into the touch for a moment, then a deranged giggle forces its way out of Jason’s mouth. Your hand tenses slightly in his hair. It’s not Joker. This is Jason. Joker isn’t here. It’s just Jason. He would never hurt you.

Jason notices your sudden stiffness and slips away from your touch.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Anger tries to overtake his features, but the fixed smile makes Jason look even more demented. He glares at Dick. “I told you not to call! What the hell?!” He laughs loudly, his hands closing into tight fists.

“I didn’t want to leave you here alone and Y/N was the closest person,” Dick explains calmly.

“I would be fine!” Jason protests, another laugh forcing its way out.

“No, you wouldn’t be,” Dick responds tightly. “I have been watching you lose your shit on the couch for the past twenty minutes! I need to go make you the antidote.”

“I’ve survived worse!” Jason protests with a loud, maniacal laugh. “I’m already living through hell, I didn’t want someone else to be dragged in!”

Your face softens.

“Jay,” You reach out to touch his arm, but he jerks away from you.

“No!” He protests loudly with another laugh. “I didn’t want you to see me like this,” Tears form in his eyes. “I don’t want to… to turn into him.”

“Jase,” Dick frowns. “You’re nothing like the Joker. You’ll never be the Joker.”

“You… You don’t get it!” Jason yells with a laugh.

Dick opens his mouth to say something else, but you interrupt before he can.

“Dick. Go to the Manor, I’ll stay here,” You order.

Dick shoots a worried glance at Jason but nods and walks out of the room. You turn your attention back to Jason.

“Jay,” You cradle his face, wiping your thumbs under his eyes. “You’re not the Joker. You never will be.”

“I know, but I didn’t… I didn’t want you to see me when I sounded like this,” Jason giggles again, your shoulders tensing for a moment. “See! I know you’re scared of me! I never want you to feel like that around me!”

“I’m not scared of you,” You tell him sharply. “I know you would never do anything to hurt me. Yes, the laugh brings back some bad memories, but you don’t bring back those bad memories. You help me replace them with something better.”

Jason’s eyes squeeze shut for a moment, his hands coming up to hold your wrists.

“I saw myself standing over you so many times. You were bleeding and I was holding the knife,” He pauses, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I saw myself hurting you,” He giggles, his hands momentarily tightening on your wrists at the sound.

“Jay, have you ever had any desire to ever hurt me?” You ask.

Jason’s eyes fly open.

“No!” He quickly says.

“Then what makes you think you’re suddenly going to start now?”

Jason says nothing, looking down at the floor. You move a hand to his chin, forcing him to look at you.

“I’m proud of you,” You tell him.

His eyebrows furrow with a crazed laugh. Both of you tense for a moment.

“You’re proud of me?” He asks hesitantly.

“Every day,” You tell him. “You never cease to amaze me. You’ve experienced the worst of the world, but still put yourself in danger to help others. You have so many reasons to be angry, but you still find some way to love everyone around you. Tonight, you faced off against a man who has hurt you and so many people that you love. He tried to break you, turn you into what you hate, but you are still standing here strong. I am proud of you.”

Tears freely flow down Jason’s face then he pulls you into a tight hug, holding you close to his chest.

“I’ll never hurt you,” He promises into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know,” You whisper back, despite the giggle that escapes him.

. . .

By the time Dick makes it back to the apartment, you had coaxed Jason on the couch where he was fast asleep against your chest. You idly run your fingers through his hair, whispering words of reassurance to him when his body goes tense from nightmares.

Dick holds up a syringe.

“How is he?” Dick asks.

You shrug, glancing down at Jason fondly.

“About as good as he can be, given the circumstances,” You look at the syringe. “Antidote?” You ask.

“Yep,” Dick nods. “Let’s wake him up.”

“Jay,” You whisper to him, running your fingers down his back. “I need you to wake up.”

Jason jerks awake, looking frantically around the room for a moment, but your hand in his hair directs his attention to you.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask quietly. “We’re in Tim’s apartment.”

Jason nods with a giggle.

“Dick got the antidote.”

“Thank God,” Jason groans, rolling his sleeve up.

Once Dick injects Jason with the antidote, you two move to Tim’s bedroom for the night. The smile is finally starting to fade from Jason’s face.

He collapses onto the bed and pulls down you with him, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“Thank you,” He murmurs into your hair. “I love you.”

You tilt your head up and give him a sweet kiss.

“I love you too,” You whisper back, making Jason hold you tighter.

Everything is okay.

Thank you guys so much for being patient! My parents are currently moving, I am transferring colleges, starting my summer job and trying to sort out summer classes. Those other request are coming up! I’m really excited to write the next one!

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mikebyler · 7 years

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A Boy for Flowers

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Richie Tozier

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Swearing

Par: 2/?

A/N: yes, i’m changing some canon stuff. but then again, this entire thing is set in the modern world and bill is homeschooled. was it ever really following canon?

Bill stared at himself in the mirror. It was the next morning, and he’d just woken up after a long night. Long, because he kept waking up from dreams about that stupid Richie Tozier. Bill splashed water on his face, a thousand thoughts running through his head. Why couldn’t he shake the image of the tall, wild haired boy from his mind? This wasn’t a crush. Bill had had crushes before, besides, he was straight. He’d never been interested in boys, so why would he be now? Bill heard his mother calling him down for breakfast, and he gave one last sigh and splash of water to his face before running down the stairs.

“Billy, guess what!” Bill’s younger brother Georgie called out when Bill walked into the dining room.

“What is it, G-Georgie?” Bill asked with a smile.

“I’m gonna be helping out you and mommy at the store today!”

Bill sat next to the small boy and ruffled his hair. “Is that s-so? Well, be careful, mom likes to muh-make us kids do all the work.”

Bill’s mother gave a short chuckle from the kitchen, where she was finishing cooking some sausages.

“Mommy, that’s not nice!” Georgie pouted.

“Now look what you’ve done, Bill,” his mom said, shaking her head as she came into the dining room.

Bill laughed. “I’m only j-j-joking, Georgie. Mom does her fuh-fair share.”

Georgie gave a suspicious look to his mother, but quickly forgot about the whole thing when his plate was filled with food.

“So,” Bill’s mom said as they ate. “Any plans for tonight, sweetie?”

Bill shrugged. “I’ll p-p-probably hang with Eddie again.”

“Didn’t I hear Mike mention something about a party tonight?”

“Next week.”

“Ah,” Bill’s mom nodded. “Well, I might need you to stay a bit later at the shop tonight, maybe until closing. Hopefully not, but maybe.”

Bill sighed. “Fine. Will I g-get paid extra?”

Bill’s mom nodded. “Your dad is thinking about giving you a raise, too.”

Bill threw his head back and sighed with relief. “Fuh-finally!”

“Now eat your breakfast and go get ready, I’ve been a little behind today. We’ve got to get going.”

Bill hurried and scarfed down the rest of his meal and hurried up the stairs to shower and get dressed. As he came out of the bathroom, scrubbing his head with a towel, he noticed his phone buzzing on top of his dresser. He checked it, saw it was Eddie calling, and picked up.

“What’s up, Ed?”

“Richie Tozier has been idling outside your store for about 15 minutes.”

Bill froze. “Wuh-what?”

“Yeah,” Eddie continued. “He’s got a boy in the car with him, his boyfriend, I’m assuming, and they’re just sitting there.”

“He’s p-p-probably just wanting to get more fuh-flowers and didn’t know we open later on Saturdays?” Bill suggested.

“Dunno,” Eddie sighed. “I just thought I’d let you know, since you were so interested in him yesterday. Thought you might be excited he was there.”

“Sh-shut up, Eddie. I’m not interested in him.”

“I tease, dude.” Eddie laughed. “Anyway, see you tonight.”

Bill nodded. “See you t-tonight.”

The line went dead, and Bill shook his head as he pulled a shirt over his head. Richie was obviously just there for more flowers. Even though coming back for more flowers the day after was a little weird. Maybe his boyfriend didn’t like the flowers? Bill frowned. Why was he so worried about it? It’s just a guy coming in to get flowers.

“Bill, we’ve got to go!” Called his mom from downstairs.

“Cuh-coming, mom!” Bill yelled back, quickly pulling on some pants and grabbing his shoes, dashing down the stairs to the car.

The drive to the shop wasn’t long, and as the car came around the corner, sure enough, there was the head of curls that had driven itself so deeply into Bill’s mind sitting in a beat up old truck, sitting next to someone who Bill felt was slightly familiar. His mom pulled around the back of the shop, and Bill hopped out to help Georgie out of the car.

“Billy, I don’t need help!” Georgie pouted as his older brother help out a hand for Georgie to take ahold of.

“Juh-just checking, Georgie.” Bill laughed, stepping to the side and closing the door as his little brother ran into the shop after his mother. Bill sighed and followed.

After completing all the tasks he needed to do before opening the store, Bill walked to the front and flipped the switch on the “Open!” sign. He glanced up and saw Richie through his car window, and the boy waved. Bill gave a small wave back, staring hard at (who he assumed to be) Richie’s boyfriend, who had his back to him. Why did he seem so familiar?

Bill sighed and walked behind the counter as Richie got out of his car.

“I’m going in the back, you’ve got the counter?” Bill’s mom said, handing a small bundle of flowers to Georgie.

“I got it.” Bill replied. As she walked out of the main area, Richie came through the doors.

“Big Bill!” He said loudly, coming to the counter and leaning forward. “How are ya today?”

Bill smiled. “Hey, Ruh-Richie. Back again?”

Richie nodded. “Jason liked the flowers so much he thought he should get some for his mom, she’s been having a rough time at work. He didn’t want to come in for some reason though...”

Bill’s eyes narrowed. “Jason?”

“Yeah, I’m dating Jason Bowers.”

Bill stiffened. “There’s the r-reason he didn’t want to come in, then.”

Richie recoiled slightly. “Okay, I can literally feel a chill coming off of you. What the hell just happened?”

“You’re dating a Buh-Bowers, that’s what happened. I’m s-s-surprised you can get away with that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means his fuh-family is th-the worst, and I’m surprised his d-dad would let one of huh-his sons date another g-g-guy.” Bill felt his cheeks flush and his insides twist into a knot. He let out a frustrated groan. Every time the Bowers family came up this happened. He should be over this by now, he should be fine…

Richie spoke up, getting Bill’s attention. “I don’t know what you mean by “his family is the worst”, they’ve been nothing but nice to me. I mean, his brother Henry is kind of an asshole, but-”

“Kind of an asshole?” Bill hissed, slapping his hands on the counter and causing Richie to take a step back. “H-Henry Bowers is the muh-most foul, t-t-twisted person I’ve had the m-muh-misfortune to look at! He’s… he’s the reason I’ve g-got this s-s-stupid stutter, he’s the ruh-reason I’m homeschooled, and his d-d-dad is the reason mine doesn’t have a juh-job!”

Richie stared at Bill, wide eyed, leaning away slightly. “What do you mean by that?”

“It’s n-none of your business. Buh-besides, I don’t want to t-t-talk to anyone wh-whose judgement is impaired enough to duh-d-date a member of the fucking B-Bowers family.” Bill ripped off his apron and stepped around the counter, pushing past Richie, throwing open the front door and rushing down the street, not caring what his mother would say when she discovered he’d left.

Bill hadn’t lost his temper like that in a long time, and he hated himself for doing so in front of an almost complete stranger. His hands shaky, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Eddie’s number. He promptly picked up.

“What’s up? Aren’t you at work?”

“N-no. Can I cuh-c-come over?”

“Of course,” Eddie’s voice was tight on the other line. He could tell Bill was upset, his stutter was sounding bad. “The front door is unlocked, and my mom isn’t home, so we’re fine to talk about whatever.”

“Thanks,” Bill said softly, hanging up and starting a jog to Eddie’s house.

Bill arrived at Eddie’s house about 10 minutes later, and he was immediately greeted by a nervous Eddie as soon as he pushed through the front door.

“What the hell happened?” Eddie asked. “What’s gotten you upset?”

Bill groaned and threw himself face down onto Eddie’s couch. Eddie sat gently next to him and rubbed his back.

“Bill?”

Bill turned his face outward so he could speak. “R-R-Richie brought his buh-boyfriend in today.”

Eddie’s face was confused. “You’re jealous?”

Bill sighed. “Dammit, Ed, I don’t like him. H-his boyfriend is Juh-Jason Bowers.”

Eddie sat silent for a moment. “And it ended up setting you off.”

“Yeah,” Bill replied, pushing his face into his hands. “I was s-so angry at Richie for duh-dating a Bowers, but how could h-he know? Now I feel bad and st-stupid for blowing up at him.”

“Then tell him why you were so upset, otherwise he’ll think it was his fault. That’s the kind of person Richie is.” Eddie said.

Bill shot a sideways glance at his best friend. “I k-kind of did.”

“Explain it to him completely. I can tell you want to be friends with him, but I also know you don’t want anything to do with the Bowers. Maybe telling him will get him to break it off.”

“That’s puh-pretty sinister, Ed.”

Eddie shrugged. “As annoying as Richie was when we were kids, I liked him enough to not want him to date someone from the Bowers clan. Those are just some people you shouldn’t get mixed up with.”

“I d-d-don’t have any way to get in contact with him.” Bill said, weakly trying to get out of talking to Richie.

“I know where his house is. I’ll give you the address, you go when you’re ready.” Eddie smiled. “I’m here if you need anything.”

Bill smiled at Eddie, then flopped back onto the couch.

“G-guess I’m gonna be telling a stranger my life story now, huh?”

Eddie laughed. “That’s how we became friends, isn’t it?”

Bill nodded. “Yeah. I was way t-too open back then. Still am, to buh-be honest.”

“It’s charming.” Eddie said, pinching Bill’s cheek. “It shows that you’re trusting.”

Bill swatted Eddie’s hand away with a small giggle, but inside, Bill really didn’t feel trusting at all.

i hope you enjoyed!

tags: @skeletontozier

#a boy for flowers #bichie #bill denbrough #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak

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anzwrites · 5 years

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ive been tagged in so many tag games that i haven’t gotten around to doing them so i’m just gonna do them all in one post

5 Facts Tag Game

The aim of the game is simple; list at least 5 lesser known facts about your WIP and/or the OC of your choosing!

1. As of right now all of my wips are in the same universe. So there will probably be subtle nods to the bands of The Reckless in Chaos.

2. In the very first version of Chaos I decided to include a battle of the bands storyline for some reason?? but it’s been scraped since.

3. Originally Chaos was going to be a long series but I shortened it to one book and now two (the second being more focused on Kelsey’s younger brother and his friend group.) The series was going to follow Ryker and Kelsey into adulthood while Ryker pursued a career as a cop.

4. I chose San Francisco as the setting because I’ve always wanted to go to San Francisco/move there.

5. Chaos is basically a mix of all of my favorite parts of my favorite movies & tv shows. Examples are, We Need To Talk About Kevin, Skins, The Breakfast Club, etc.

WIP Questions Tag Game

1. Describe the plot in one sentence.

Shane writes letters to Kelsey to cope with the things he’s done.

2. Pick one sight, smell, sound, feel and taste to describe the aesthetic for your novel.

this was hard cause theres so many different aspects?? to this story

Sight - seeing people who were once your closest friends seemingly better off without you.

Smell - cigarette smoke??

Sound - crackling fire

Feel - hugging someone you love after not seeing them for a long time

Taste - pizza

3. Which 3+ songs would make up a playlist for the novel?

i have an entire playlist here but heres three of the songs from that playlist

popular - nada surf

reaper - have mercy

ghost - sky ferreira

4. What’s the time period and location in which the novel takes place?

it takes place in san francisco, a fictional suburb called “ridgeview” and some of the surrounding area, in 2013 and up to september 2018

5. Are there any former titles you’ve considered but discarded?

originally it was titled “oh kelsey” but after major changes in the plot i realized the name didn’t fit the feel of the story anymore so i changed it

6. What’s the first line of your novel?

im most likely going to change it later but for right now its, “In the mailbox there was a manila envelope with letters inside.”

7. What’s a line of dialogue you’re particularly proud of?

so far in this draft nothing super interesting has happened so i don’t have any lines in proud of yet

8. Which line from the novel most represents it as a whole?

uhhh maybe, “...she had to know what became of the boy she cared for so deeply and how he became the monster who did such heinous things.“

9. Who are you character faceclaims?

for the main three

Kelsey York - Kaya Scodelario

Ryker Kennedy - Devon Bostick

Shane Blanchard - Ezra Miller

the rest are on the character page if you’re curious

10. Sort your characters into Hogwarts houses.

i know very little about harry potter but from what i know Ryker gives me hufflepuff vibes, Magnolia is probably a griffindor, Odessa would be a ravenclaw and Hunter, Meredith & Shane might be slytherin. im too lazy to try and think of anyone else’s.

11. Which character’s name do you like the most?

Probably Magnolia

12. Describe each character’s daily outfit.

Kelsey: plain tee, cardigan, skinny jeans & converse.

Ryker: emo band tee, blue hoodie, skinny jeans, & red converse.

Shane: punk band tee, leather jacket, black ripped skinny jeans & boots.

13. Do any characters have distinctive birthmarks/scars?

During the novel Kelsey gets a scar on her cheek, Shane probably has various scars from abuse and fights, Felix’s nose is crooked from all the times he’s been punched in the face, Myranda has self harm scars, & Blair has cigarette burns.

14. Which character most fits a character trope?

I feel like Meredith fits the mean girl trope pretty well.

15. Which character is the best writer? Worst?

Josie is the best and Pierce is the worst.

16. Which character is the best liar? Worst?

Nigel is the best and Alan is the worst.

17. Which character swears the most? Least?

Felix swears the most and Josie swears the least.

18. Which character has the best handwriting? Worst?

Best is Melaina and worst is Jared.

19. Which character is most like you? Least like you?

I think maybe Kelsey is the most like me?? i dunno, Least like me is probably Shane.

20. Which character would you most like to be?

Tiffany, objectively I think she suffers the least trauma.

Oc Tag Game

i’ll do this one for shane

1. What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)? it was his style. i always knew he was gonna dress a bit edgy, when i first created him he was a little bit more emo though.

2. Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind? no, he was very different from the characters i created before.

3. How did you choose their name? at first his name was jason, i think? i honestly don’t know why i named him that??? eventually i changed to to shane because it felt more like him. there was a period in time when his name was seth but i changed it back.

4. In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in played the most influential parts? because the story is set in san francisco which is known for their large punk scene, i decided he was going to spend a lot of his time in that scene so i created “nigel’s tavern” and the staff of said club. this really played a huge part in the rest of his development.

5.6.7) Is there any significance behind their hair colour/eye colour/height? not really. but originally he had red patches in his hair because edgy but i scrapped that.

8. What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story? i don’t think there’s really anything about him that i can relate to,, that’s probably for the best

9. Are they based off of you, in some way? ^^

10. Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation? no,, and i still don’t think it do. all i can concretely say is he definitely likes girls and has probably kissed a few guys. so maybe he’s bicurious

11. What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: Writing, drawing, edits, etc.)? his aesthetic comes very easily to me so edits and drawing him are easy-ish (i haven’t drawn something in like 2 years tho) so i guess writing him

12. How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all? no

13. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

how easily he’s feelings toward Kelsey (or anyone really) can switch and

14. What is something about your OC that can make you laugh?

how far he’ll go to subtly piss someone off

15. What is something about your OC that can make you cry?

literally everything tbh

16. Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

not that i can think off

17. What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC?

that he was raised catholic by his mother

18. What is your favourite fact about your OC?

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

1. Are you named after anyone?

not really but i have the same middle name as my grandma

2. When was the last time you cried?

maybe a few days ago

3. Do you have/want kids?

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

yeee boii

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

their hair

6. What’s your eye color?

hazel

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

happy ending!! i lowkey hate scary movies

8. Any special talents?

i literally don’t think i have any talents

9. Where were you born?

florida

10. What are your hobbies?

i guess writing and making awful youtube videos

11. Do you have any pets?

yes! i have a dog named bella and she’s the love of my life

12. What sports do you/have you played?

im terrible at sports so none

13. How tall are you?

5′4 i think

14. Favorite subject in school?

umm none? lmao

15. Dream job?

i guess writer or youtuber cause im a basic bitchhh

#tag game #wip: the chaos you create

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writingblock101 · 4 years

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Roof Tops (Duke Thomas x Reader)

Request for Anon: “If we get caught, you can’t speak English, and I’m deaf!” with Duke

Based off actually rooftops I’ve gone on. Trespass carefully kiddos.

Word count: 1,600

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish @mayahoelland2013 @incrediblysadstudent (hello discord friend, welcome to my account)

“Come on, babe,” Duke begs. “It’ll be fun!”

“I don’t know, Duke…” You trail off. “What if we get caught?”

“If we get caught, you can’t speak English and I’m deaf,” Duke insists, very sold on his foolproof plan.

You can’t help but chuckle at his plan.

“What if we get caught by someone more dangerous than the cops?” You propose.

“Good thing you’ll have Signal there to protect you,” He grins, puffing his chest. “I’ve done this a lot before, I know all the good spots.”

You frown again, skimming through all the possibilities. Roofing sounds really cool and you would love to see Gotham at night from some rooftops, but you’re afraid of getting caught. It would constitute as trespassing and your parents would kill you if you got arrested.

“Please,” He begs, looking eager. “I promise I’ll keep you safe.”

You sigh, barely able to say no to his excitement.

“Okay, fine. Let’s go roofing.”

“Yes!” Duke cheers, giving you a quick kiss. “Trust me, you’re going to love it. We’ll leave at 11. Wear something dark.”

“11?” You question, looking down at your phone. “It’s not even 6 o’clock yet!”

“We’ve gotta wait until everything closes,” Duke points out. “Also, I may or may not be luring you into a dinner at the Manor,” He ends with a hopeful grin.

You sigh, rolling your eyes. While you like your boyfriend’s dysfunctional family, sometimes dinners get a little out of hand.

“Come on, I need someone to back me up in mediating arguments between Damian and Tim,” Duke pouts. “I don’t have Dick or Cass there to help and Jason just adds fuel to the fire.”

“Alright, fine,” You chuckle. “Is Bruce going to care about us trespassing?”

Duke snorts.

“That would be very hypocritical of him, but no. He’ll have much more pressing matters to deal with than my hobbies than don’t include actively picking fights with criminals.”

You chuckle and kiss Duke’s cheek.

“Look at you, the new golden child.”

“No!” He protests. “Do not curse me with that! I do not need this family’s daddy issues!”

You toss your head back, laughing.

“Oh, come on, they’re not that bad.”

“Jason came back from the dead and started killing criminals to spite Bruce. Are you serious?”

“Well, at least that means you’re probably not going to do anything worse.”

“Worse?” Duke laughs sputteringly. “What do you think I’m going to do?!”

You grin, leaning back against his chest.

“Dunno, babe. You’re the genius. I’m sure you’ll figure out something to wow me.”

“Or just go on to become the lamest super villain ever,” Duke rolls his eyes. “How did I end up here? My tragic backstory? No, I was challenged into one uping my brother’s rebellion.”

“Well, you’re not going to sell shit with that attitude!” You protest.

Duke laughs wrapping his arms around you.

“You’re right, how could I be so pessimistic?” He remarks dryly then stands up, pulling you to your feet. “Come on, let’s go see what Alfred is making.”

. . .

“This feels so sketchy,” You admit, sitting in Duke’s car now dressed in all black.

He chuckles, pulling around the back of an empty shopping center.

“This is honestly kind of how I feel when I go on patrol,” He admits. “Just chilling on a rooftop, waiting for trouble to happen.”

Duke parks next to a dumpster then you both climb out of the car, you eyeing the tall building.

“Are you sure we won’t be seen?” You ask hesitantly.

“There aren’t any security cameras back here,” Duke reassures you. “Also, the shopping center has been closed for two hours now, they leave the main ladder to the roof unlocked, and the restaurant across the street is closed for renovations,” He walks over to where the ladder is guarded by a cage, easily unlatches it, and swings it open. “You coming?”

You grin, and start climbing up the ladder, Duke following close behind. Once reaching the top, you swing your leg over the ledge, looking out across the various air conditioning units.

“Come on,” Duke takes your hand. “We’ve got a little more climbing to do.”

He leads you over to where another building starts and gives you a boost up. He easily pulls himself over the ledge then takes you to a steeply slanted concrete wall.

“This is where the sign is,” Duke explains. “I’ve found if you run up the wall and grab the ledge, you can pull yourself up.”

He demonstrates, making it look way too easy.

“You got this!” He cheers from his spot on top of the sign.

You take a breath, wiping your hands on your pants then scramble up the wall, managing to catch the ledge. Using your feet to push you up, you pull yourself up on top of the sigh and sit next to Duke, your feet dangling off the edge of the building.

There’s something peaceful about looking into the empty parking lot at night. It’s lightly misting out, giving everything a slight haze. You admire the city lights and enjoy the peace of the nighttime. Duke pulls an arm over your shoulder as you both sit quietly.

“You know,” You say after a while. “From up here, you’d never think this city was crazy enough to need a small army of vigilantes to keep it functioning.”

Duke laughs then stands up, holding his hand out to you.

“I’ve got one more spot I want to take you.”

He guides you back down to the car and drives to another area you haven’t been before.

“Electric Cowboy?” You read off an old sign.

“It was a club,” Duke explains. “It closed a while ago and now it’s abandoned. I want to try to get on the roof.”

“Is it open?” You ask, noticing the padlocked front doors.

“It is around back,” Duke slowly drives behind the old building, pointing to multiple open doors.

“Then doesn’t that mean someone has been in there?” You raise an eyebrow. “Someone might be living in there.”

“I’ve walked around inside a little bit. No one is living there, but it looks like some people got drunk and threw around some bar stools and stuff,” Duke explains, unclipping his seat belt. “Don’t worry,” He tells you. “I’ll keep you safe.”

Even though it sounds a little sketchy, you can’t help but be excited as the prospect of what could be inside the abandoned building.

“Alright,” You agree, hopping out of the car.

You and Duke turn on the flashlights on your phones and slowly approach an iron staircase. You glance in a nearby trashcan, noticing fast-food wrappers, but they seem to have been there for a few days, hopefully, a promising sign that nobody has taken shelter in the abandoned club. The staircase seems mostly steady, just a bit rusted.

Duke pushes the door open more with his foot and shines his flashlight inside.

“Why do I feel like the first person that dies in a horror movie?” You ask.

Duke shoots a grin over his shoulder.

“We’re going to be fine. Besides, I have more than enough experience to survive a horror movie.”

He walks inside, you following slowly behind him, shining your flashlight into every possible nook and cranny. Inside, the carpeted floors are covered in a thick layer of dust. All the tables, chairs, and bar stools are gone, perhaps already sold. The club clearly followed the western theme with a large mirror on one side, salon-style doors, and curved frames on the walls.

It’s strange to see a club completely empty, but you will admit, it’s pretty cool.

“I think I see an office over there,” Duke nudges your shoulder.

You follow Duke to the side room. Duke is right-- it looks like it may have once been an office with an old desk settled in the middle of the room. There’s a bar stool deeply embedded in the sheet rock.

“I’m guessing this is what you meant by people throwing stuff around?” You ask, pointing at the bar stool.

“Yeah,” Duke nods. “There’s another door over here, but it’s closed.”

You two slowly approach the door and frown at the lack of a doorknob. Duke shines his light through the hole where the doorknob is and peers into the room.

“It looks empty,” He shrugs then carefully pushes the door open, insuring you’re positioned behind him in case someone is waiting on the other side.

The door opens to a long, dark hallway, but on the right, is another open door leading to a small porch. You step onto the porch with Duke then look on the side of the building to spot a ladder than goes up to the roof.

“Jackpot,” He grins at you then gestures for you to start climbing.

Once you reach the top, Duke is quick to join you. He grins, taking your hand, and you two walk to where the sign is on the building, sitting on the ledge and dangling your feet off the side. Across the street, there is a bar where you can see groups of stumbling patrons being piled into cars with much more sober friends.

The club is closer to the city than the shopping center is so you can see more of the Gotham skyline. Bright boxes of light pouring out from business buildings and apartment buildings shine brightly against the dark sky. Ribbons of colors from building decorations and billboards decorate the black skyline and a steady flow of cars zip by in the distance on high ways and interstates.

“Okay,” You admit, resting your head on Duke’s shoulder. “This is pretty cool.”

Duke kisses the top of your head then pulls an arm around your shoulder.

“Told you that you would like it.”

Yes, Electric Cowboy was a real place. No, I never went in it when it was open, only when it was abandon.

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