#give him a lil smooch or two or twelve :' )
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“ i’m gonna write today!!! mark my words!!! ” so turns out that was a lie but look at tengen bc i did work on some more icons for him : )
#also SHHHH i know the jewels on his headband are dark when they aren't supposed to be but.....#i got tired of fixing the shading asdfghj#also why is his mouth drawn so pretty in that last one#give him a lil smooch or two or twelve :' )#anyway thank you guys for being patient!! i'm more worn out today than i hoped i'd be#so i'm just taking it easy and iconing tengen since somehow he's given me the brainrot!#several weeks ago i was worried about writing him and sometimes i still am but!! it's nice honestly#he's a little different from what i'm used to but not as much as i expected him to be#i'm genuinely excited to get more and more into his character and my interpretation of him!!#also forgive me for going off on a second tangent asdfg i'm too sleepy to function properly rn#get ready to ramble | ooc
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heres a request I got on ao3 literally 6 months ago and just got around to doing lmao. engy and medic adopt a robot. so on and so forth. also read on ao3!
(fic is after the cut)
Engineer figures it’s trouble when he hears his own voice outside the door, and his suspicions are not only confirmed but blown somewhere into Canada when Medic falls through, covered in bruises and holding (maybe more like barely restraining) a struggling Engineer-bot.
“Doc,” Engineer sighs, and then: “What.”
Medic is grinning, the bot is yelling incomprehensibly, Medic wrestles it onto a table and manages to pin it down. “Come help me restrain it, please?” he says, sweetly, like this is a normal thing to be asking help for.
“Medic,” Engineer warns, and then Medic flashes him his version of puppy-dog eyes. He is terrible at puppy-dog eyes.
Engineer stands and holds down the bot’s legs while Medic straps its arms to the table. All the while, it screeches, in a voice that’s far too similar to Engineer’s for comfort: “Stop—hey—stop! Let me go! I don’t belong to you!”
Engineer gives the bot a sympathetic look, which does nothing, and Medic lets out a little breathy cackle.
“We are not keeping it,” Engineer says, to make sure to set expectations right off the bat.
“I wasn’t going to ask that.”
Engineer glares.
“I was not.”
“Tell me why there’s a poor lil’ robot sittin’ and thrashing on the exam table, in that case?”
Medic does a little shimmy with his shoulders while looking at the ground, the common sign of ‘I’m trying to rephrase this question so I don’t get in trouble for asking it’. Engineer resolves he will hold his ground and not bend to Medic’s will whatsoever and, wait, look, there’s the puppy-dog eyes again, and Medic wraps his arms around Engineer and sets his chin on his head and says, quietly: “Are you sure you don’t want to keep him.”
Engineer can physically feel his resolve crumbling, but he made a promise to himself. “No. We’re letting him go. He is going. I am not going to hear an answer besides—“
And Medic does that thing where he lifts up Engineer’s hard hat and gives him a little smooch on the forehead and Engineer melts and he is suddenly reminded why he has never won an argument with Medic a single time, ever.
“Where are we gonna keep him?”
“I’m not sure,” Medic says, a little too fast, like he was just waiting for Engineer to say that. “In here?”
“He’s so loud. And angry. And I don’t think he wants to be here.
“STAGE ONE: BARGAINING,” the robot interrupts, in a suddenly much less human voice. “I got money in me. Just take the money. Please don’t do anything. I don’t even have OFFICIAL GRAY MANN CO. COMPANY SECRETS in me or nothin’. You’re being completely irrational.”
“Shut up,” Medic says.
“Doc, the bot has a right to be angry.”
“STAGE TWO: SYMPATHIZING.” The bot suddenly starts crying, still wholly expressionless. “I’m sorry. Please. I have a family.”
Medic laughs. “You do?”
“Marco… my son. I haven’t seen him in so long, please.” The bot’s a little misty-eyed, despite being physically incapable of it. “He’s twelve, on… on the soccer team. I used to go watch matches, and… take him for steak and milkshakes, like he always loves…”
Medic looks somewhere between fascinated and horrified. Which is his usual expression, given, but it feels more appropriate here. “Wait, do you think robots can reproduce?”
“And he… does this thing… I pick ‘im up and swirl him around in my arms and he laughs and says ‘Daddy, Daddy’… an’ he has this high little shrieking laugh, that everyone teases him for. I gotta admit I’m guilty of it, poking a little fun at him I mean, but really I think it’s just the best sound in the whole world, to be honest…”
Engineer thinks, as the bot goes on its tirade in the background. “Well, Gray’s not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer when it comes to bots, but I reckon you could… hm. This one can’t, for sure, not sure what it’s going on about, but…”
He glances up, sees the face Medic is making (absolute joyful insanity) and decides there’s no point in resisting. “Well, I guess I’ll see if I can figure something out.”
To this, both the robot and Medic suddenly snap their heads in his direction.
“Really?” the bot says, eyes sparkling.
“I love you, Dell,” Medic says, draping his arms across his shoulders and leaning in until they’re touching noses.
“Y-yeah,” Engineer says—he’s not sure how he’s still standing. The world’s spinning a lil’, to be totally honest. “Whatever. We need to… find somewhere…”
“We have a basement for a reason, Dell…”
“When’d you decide that?”
“It doesn’t matter. Oh, we are going to have so much fun, Dell. We are going to have the time of our lives. Aren’t you excited?”
This can only go wrong. “… Yeah.”
“Okay, so we’re naming the robot Dell Jr.”
“What?”
“That is a good name,” the robot offers.
“No we are not naming the robot Dell Jr.”
“OVERWRITING UNIT IDENTIFIER TO DELL JR.”
“Stop overwriting your unit identifier to Dell Jr.”
“The robot is allowed to do as it likes,” Medic says, shrugging.
“Doc, come on.”
“And next I was thinking we might find Dell Jr. a mate?”
“Stop calling it Dell Jr.” What? “No we are not finding Dell Jr. a mate.”
Medic’s already over there, sitting on the exam table, smiling. “Dell Jr., what are your thoughts on Medic bots?”
“Stop it.”
“They’re very handsome,” Dell Jr.—not Dell Jr.—the robot says, with no shortage of awe.
“Oh, wow. Dell Jr. is a lot like you, Dell.”
“Doc!”
And here Medic gets that evil gleam in his eyes and he hops off the table, and Dell backs up until his back hits tile and Medic sidles up, grinning, and Dell knows he will not stand a chance and he scrambles to get to a doorway and run before he is roped into anything else and—
Hands land on his shoulders, tugging him back, and then Medic pulls him up into a bridal carry, cackling madly and smothering him with kisses—and Dell struggles, barely, or can feel himself struggling, but really he knows there is no point. He has already lost.
“God dammit,” he says, though he cannot bring himself to believe it. “You are terrible.”
“I love you,” Medic hums.
“I love you more than the moon and the stars, I do not want to help you.”
“Let’s go find a husband for Dell Jr.,” Medic hums.
There’s a “yay” in the distance.
“Come on—“
Medic kisses him.
“God dammit! Fine.” Engineer is set down gently and he leans against Medic, huffing. “But I’m not gonna like it.”
“Don’t lie to yourself.”
Dell does not have a proper response to this, so he just crosses his arms and stomps out the door.
—
“Hey, Engie?”
Engineer’s eyes flick up to the doorway and back down to his workbench. “Yes, Scout?”
“So, uh… why are there, like, a billion robots in the basement?”
“… Was there a padlock on the door?”
“I ran outta Bonk so I’m checking all the closets to make sure—“
“It was Doc’s idea,” Dell says, standing up and rushing out into the hall. “I had not that much to do with it. How many robots were there?”
Scout follows after at a light jog. “Like, a bunch.”
“Give me an estimate.”
“Like, probably twenty or thirty—“
“There were three yesterday,” he says, and he turns the corner into Medic, and past Medic he sees a sea of hard hats and cowlicks and glowing eyes. “Oh, no. That’s not good.”
“Look how well their reproductive systems are working, Dell! We are geniuses!”
“Yeah, whatever,” Dell says. He looks back at Scout and Scout looks up at Medic and Medic seems to be too busy squealing to look at much of anything.
Josef Jr. and Dell Jr. stand in the center of a cluster of smaller robots which seem to be various amalgamations of both parents. “Howdy, father,” Dell Jr. calls, followed by a chorus of “howdy, grandfather”.
Dell swallows. “What is this? How many… children… did you have?”
“This is Marco,” Dell Jr. says, gesturing to a particularly tall child robot standing in front of him.
“Dell Jr. Jr. the second,” Josef Jr. begins. “Dell Jr. Jr. the sixth. Josef Jr. Jr. the twenty-second—“
Scout steps forward, running a hand through his hair. “Are they… all named Dell Jr. Jr.?”
“And Josef Jr. Jr. And Marco too. He’s on the soccer team,” Dell Jr. says.
“Our name generation functions are not particularly diverse,” Josef Jr. adds.
“I am very happy to finally have a family.”
Dell is suddenly brought up in a bridal carry, as Medic plants a gigantic kiss on his cheek, cackling. “We will take over the world!”
Scout just looks vaguely uncomfortable. “Should I be worried?”
“Probably,” Engineer says.
“We will build an empire on the corpses of our enemies! No man shall stand in our wake! We shall stand before the keeling masses and—“
“Medic, calm down.“
“… Sorry.”
“I’m on the soccer team,” Marco says.
“Thank you Marco.”
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Haikyuu Headcanons - PDA
A/N: I don’t know where this came from, BUT,,,, Serotonin dosage is Complete. Ready for your injection? - Nemo
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Daichi Sawamura
He tones down his clingy-ness around other people. Let’s say that.
He does not want to make anyone uncomfortable, and knowing the team, he doesn’t want to draw too much attention either encase that makes you uncomfortable.
HoWeVer,,, that just means he restrains himself to hand-holding, arm around your shoulder, and forehead kisses.
Sometimes he goes more than that, but only on special occasions, or if he’s really missed you.
If you asked him nicely and battered your eyelashes at him he’d probably groan a little then chuckle and give you a lil peck on the lips.
Only and I mean only if you asked.
If I haven’ stressed this enough, his main goal is you being comfortable, which would mean the amount of PDA he does would depend on you and how much you are comfortable with - as well as who else is around.
If it’s Suga or the likes of Tsuki, he’s more comfortable with PDA, because he know’s (for their own reasons) that they both couldn’t give two sh-
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Tsukishima Kei
He’s -
Good grief, i CAN’T EVEN EXPLAIN BRO
It’s either he’s initiating it, in some way that’s got Tsuki written all over it (ie. resting his arm on your damn head) or he’s teasing you about being needy (ie. that one time you held his hand while waiting for Yamaguchi outside a store).
All good-natured though. He would rather die than have hurt you in some way (especially with his words, because damn if that tongue ain’t the sharpest object on this earth), not that he’d ever admit it though. Duh.
His PDA can come across as a bit blunt, or harsh, but he’s just doing his best.
Even around Yamaguchi it barely goes further than hand-holding.
He makes up for it when you’re alone, or where he feels more comfortable. Don’ worry ‘bout it.
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Asahi Azumane
Don’t. Just don’t.
Do not pressure him, do not force it on him.
Given time, he will become more open to it, and he will greatly enjoy it too, but especially early on in a relationship he isn’t a PDA type of guy.
Not because he doesn’t want it, no no no, but because he is baby and can’t handle the attention.
He stutters, blushes, and mind goes blank if you so much as accidentally brush your hand with his, like - That’s How Much He Can’t Handle It.
Once he is comfortable, however, he will even do so much as give you a little hug and kiss your cheek in front of the team, and that’s how you know he loves you - because he’s grown to learn to become comfortable with it, because then he can show to others how much he loves you.
He’s just really precious, please don’t @ me.
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Sugawara Koushi
This lil bastard,,, I sweAR-
Once you’ve given him an OK to go ahead with any type of PDA, he will do it, and he will do it as often as he pleases, or as you allow.
I’m not saying that a PDA war between you both had happened more than once or twice, but it has.
He generally isn’t bothered by any particular type of PDA -
- but god forbid you squish his cheeks in your hands to give him a smooch in front of the boys. If there’s any way to get him red and flustered THAT IS IT GUYS!!!
Lock up that info and keep it safe!!!
It’s not because it embarrasses him (okay, maybe slightly) but the fact you were so forward about it??
Get’s him every time.
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Ukai Keishin
Let’s get one thing straight with this man, his view on PDA changed to accommodate two *social* settings.
The first is when he’s ‘Coach Ukai’, and the other one is just plain ‘Ukai’.
Literally the only difference is that he’s a lot less forward and more professional (pfffft boy, you scoff at him every time when he pulls that) when he’s coaching.
Basically he just tries to hide the kisses, soft touches, and pining glances when he’s with the Karasuno team.
If the scoffing didn’t tell you, he doesn’t do a very good job at it.
If you’re with him in the shop, he’ll be just the same as he is at home. Very comfortable. Very much like a married-couple.
The customers don’t really mind. There’s a couple old ladies, and when they come in they always ask after you once they’ve bought their stuffs. They’re very pleased when you pop out the back room to say hi. They’re very sweet.
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Oikawa Tooru
If you came into my house and told me that Oikawa didn’t crave attention, and burst to tears the first time you gave him so much as a cuddle and a peck on the cheek then we already have problems.
Because he did.
And you can pry that out of the cold, dead fingers of my rotting corpse.
Being closed doors he’s basically all over you, but outside he tones it done a fair amount.
That being said, he’s still not as subtle about it as the likes of Daichi, in fact he’s probably one of the more contact-oriented of all the boys’ even if he’s not asking for it.
He pines. all the time.
If he’s not touching you, he wants to hold you hand. If he’s holding your hand, he wants to have an arm around you waist. If his arm’s around you waist, he want’s you sitting in his lap.
It’s an endless cycle, and I pray that you’re ready for it.
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Kuroo Tetsurou
He’s all about the casual PDA, man.
Subtle touches and ‘accidental’ hand brushes were probably how the whole relationship started, and just because you’re dating DOES NOT mean he’s going to stop.
He does need to be sweet in among all the teasing, you know!
He’s a romantic, that's what it comes down to.
He explicitly remembers going to a carnival with you, and waiting in line for a ride to finish so you both could have a go. It came very natural to him to lean up behind you and rest his head on your shoulder. When you leaned back into him he d i e d
He’s very comfortable around you, and others, so he has zero problem just vibing in your general area or being all up-in-your face, depending on what you like.
Respectful boi
He likes you, and he’s a casually tactile-type of person. Sometimes he can forget some people don’t like it, but he always manages to remember what you allow.
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Tanaka Ryunosuke
Contrary to what some may think, he’s actually very patient if it comes to having to wait for you to get comfortable with PDA.
He would wait until you were both old and grey before you held his hand in public if he had to.
but please don’t make him he just wants to show you off
He’s very proud of himself for getting an s/o, and he looks at you like you hung the stars because you’re with him.
But as soon as you give him an ok?
All over you. All the time.
He *loves* you, and he needs to make sure you always know that, and that Noya knows that, and Daichi knows, and other teams know, and that everyone knows!
Listen, I like Tanaka a lot, so I’m trying to manifest him best I can because god dammit he deserves some cuddles every half hour, on the dot.
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Bokuto Kotaro
He needs PDA. And no, I’m not just saying that.
Oh, you disagree? Have you even seen the show? This guy craves validation, and if his s/o doesn’t give it to him then he’s l o s t.
However much he may act cool about it when asking for a little smooch or cuddle in public, if it’s given to him he will melt, then short-circuit, and then it’s like someone boosted him with adrenaline and he cannot stop blabbering about random stuff and holding you close.
It’s a wild and slightly dramatic process, but that’s just Bokuto for you.
He - SJKSJSSSS
He probably has a bet with himself for how many times his PDA get’s you to smile everyday. (The record is twelve times, and everytime he breaks the record he takes you both out for meat buns.)
The PDA is mostly just hand holding and lil’ kisses, but they make his day, every time.
He’s a simple person.
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Nishinoya Yuu
This boy, this male, he will worship the ground you walk on.
Let him.
Please.
He’ll mostly come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face in your back/neck. It’s surprising, but it’s nice because you know it’s always him. You have to pry him off with the promise of a kiss, though, otherwise he ain’t moving.
He’s always so excited to see you, like a little puppy, and if that cannot even light a spark of happiness in Tsuki’s heart then he has no hope left.
His love for you is contagious. He doesn’t even need to be touching you to express PDA, like - how does he even do that? It that normal? Is he normal?
He giggles whenever you kiss his nose, so of course you do it in front of the team! his giggles are a blessing! Why would you keep them all to yourself? Blushy Noya ehehehe
He’s really cute Everytime he sees you, everyone knows, because he yells “HEYYY BABYYYYYY!” in the exact same voice he uses for ‘Rolling Thunda’. There is n o e s c a p e !
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Cold, White
Synopsis: While competing in a QR code treasure hunt event at your friend’s Halloween party, an unexpected companion gives you a little company.
A districtninewriters event.
Warning: slight sexual harassment, mentions of creepy-ish props
Word Count: 2.5k
Pairing: gn!reader x exbf!Seo Changbin
Genre: fluff, college party au
Read intro here. Return with the “pink Among Us astronaut” link
But which one?
After a few moments, you spotted two vampires talking softly to each other. It shouldn’t be too hard to strike up a conversation with them, you decided and began walking over. Halfway there though, you turned around, feeling someone or something staring at you back. However, you didn’t spot anything, and turned back around to head towards your destination, all the while still feeling like you had eyes glued to your back.
“Hi,” you greeted, walking up to the vampires. “I’m Y/N. How are you two doing tonight?”
They turned to you, and you immediately regretted choosing them to walk up to.
“Oh, a little skeleton,” one of them smirked, looking you up and down. You crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
The other one slung his arm around your waist and leaned in far too close. “Can I get you something to drink, Lil Boo?”
Oh, you did not skip studying for this. “Actually, I’m going to--”
Out of nowhere, the lights turned off. There were a few screams, but none as loud as the one in your heart when the vampire used the darkness as a chance to slide his hand down to other areas. You tried stepping away, but his grip was strong, so you just squeezed your eyes shut and hoped the moment would pass quickly.
Before he got all the way down, however, you heard a loud crack and felt his hand flying off of you as he tumbled a few feet backwards.
“What on earth, man?” he cursed, and you were suddenly aware of a new presence beside you.
The newcomer made a weird noise as if he was breathing through a machine and turned towards you. He offered you a hand, and when you tentatively put yours into it, he dragged you away, leaving behind the vampires.
“Thanks,” you gasped once he finally stopped at a faraway corner.
He placed one hand on his hip and used the other to rub the back of his… head? It was much too big to be a human head, you decided. Was he wearing some sort of mask? It was hard to see in the dark, but he sensed your curiosity and leaned forward for you to take a better look. You reached for it slowly, and when he didn’t resist, you placed your hands onto his costume. The majority of it was warm and fabric-y except for where your thumbs landed. There, it was cold and possibly white like a one-way glass. A visor of some sort, you decided, and tried to push it up to see his face.
As soon as you do, however, he jerked back and quickly shut the glass back down.
“S-sorry,” you stuttered out.
He seemed too distracted to respond to your apology. You turned to see what he was looking at and saw smoke rising from BamBam’s mezzanine. Was there a fire? No, the kitchen is to your right. Before you could question any further, the lights came back on, but only on the second floor, casting a spotlight over your best friend who stepped grandly out of the smoke.
“Good evening, ghouls and fools, snitches and witches!” his voice boomed. “Are you ready for tonight’s main event?”
Ah, that’s right. The reason why BamBam’s parties were so popular was because there was always a special kick to them, be it a go cart race or a game of Running Man. This must be why the lights are off, you realized.
“Around the house, I have hidden a QR code on each floor of the house. Each one will give you a couple of words which when unscrambled will give you the name of the item. The person who makes it to the backyard gazebo first with their item first wins,” he explained. “Each code is locked by their own minigame which you have to complete to access, but of course, your efforts will not be without reward.” There were a few ooh’s at that announcement. “Whoever brings me their time first wins… two tickets to the Caribbeans!”
Your ears perked up at that; maybe you were glad to have skipped studying after all. The Caribbeans! You’d heard many good things about that vacation spot and had always wanted to go with someone special. Someone special. You looked sadly down at your hand that felt oddly empty without a familiar warmth around it.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Go!” prompted BamBam.
Around you, footsteps of partygoers dispersed in a frenzy and excited squeals filled the air. You looked around, surprised to see the masked man still standing beside you.
“Are you going to participate?” you asked.
Instead of answering, he pointed at you.
“Me? Yeah, I guess I am.”
He seemed to perk up at your answer and shyly tugged on your sleeve.
“Do you want to come with me?” you guessed.
He nods.
“Alright, but if you win, you’ve gotta give me one of those tickets,” you joked, but to your surprise, he agreed to your condition readily.
The first minigame was not hard to find since there was a crowd around it. It was a simple ring toss game where you had to throw pumpkin shaped hoops onto brooms labeled with different point values until you reached 100.
The task proved to be more difficult than anticipated, but you were making considerable progress compared to others because your pink friend ran back and forths, picking up your rings for you.
At last, you got to a hundred, and the gamemaster revealed the code to you. You scanned it with your phone and read the clue.
친. (Chin)
Satisfied, you looked up, expecting to see the astronaut throwing his rings. Instead, you found him waiting for you just around the corner.
“You aren’t participating?” you asked, walking up to him.
Again, instead of answering, he pulled you by the sleeve to the next floor. By the pep in his step, you could imagine him smiling behind that cold white mask, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he knew something you didn’t.
You nearly laughed when you saw what challenge awaited you on the next floor. The room was decorated to the top with zombies and blood, but at the center of it all was a wizard stirring a pot labeled “love potion.”
“Who dares step foot into my lair?” hissed the sorcerer with an accent that was too over the top even for his character.
“Just tell us what the mission is, Felix.” You shook your head with a smile. You knew Felix through your ex-boyfriend, and you stayed in touch even after whom you thought was your soulmate left you for college.
Felix faltered for a moment from you calling him out, but quickly recomposed himself. “Very well, brave one. Your next mission is to prove that my potion works.”
You raised a brow. “How?”
“By drinking it, of course. And then--” he smirked in a way that set off alarms in your system-- “kiss me.”
“Oh, come on. What are we, twelve?” you scoffed at the reverse kissing booth challenge. Still, you crossed your arms and stepped over plastic bones and foam eyeballs to make your way over to him.
When you were about halfway, you noticed Felix’s smirk suddenly growing wider and questioned why. Your curiosity was soon satisfied, however, when the pink astronaut suddenly overtook you with large strides and beat you to the cauldron.
“Hey!” you complained, but your words fell on deaf ears.
The pink man kept his face turned away from you as he flipped up his cold white visor and downed the potion. It must have tasted horrible since this was a challenge after all, but he didn’t miss a beat slamming the now-empty vial on an adjacent table and planting a smooch squarely on Felix’s green face. He then flipped his visor back down and gestured at your phone.
“Me? Scan?” you frowned. “But you--”
Growing impatient, he took the phone from you and scanned Felix’s code. He then stuffed the device back into your hands and dragged you up the next flight of stairs.
You questioned his sudden change in demeanor but kept it to yourself. Instead, you looked at the next clue.
자. (Ja)
As soon as you arrived on the third floor, you immediately decided that its minigame was the hardest. Your eye twitched, not that anyone could see it doing so since the floor was completely blacked out. The only thing you could see was some glow-in-the-dark thread, and you were supposed to thread it through a normal, matte needle.
“This can’t be possible,” you deadpanned.
The gamemaster, someone you couldn’t see but very much wanted to give a piece of your mind, “wooooo’ed” unhelpfully at your misery.
Your eyes struggled to switch between the different light levels, making your whole body tense up and your hand to shake. You let out a frustrated grunt after your nth attempt. By then, other competitors also entered the room, making you nervous and even more shaky.
As you were about to hang your head in surrender, you saw a pink glove clasping over your hand and steadying it. The touch sent a familiar sense of electricity up your spine, but you ignored it in favor of the task at hand. Together, you finally got the thread through after five tries.
“Yes!” you celebrated, startling a few other competitors around you.
The gamemaster handed you a slip of paper with the code on it, and your new friend led you to the exit by hand. When you realized that his hand hadn’t let go of yours since the game, a blush crept over your cheeks. You cleared your throat twice to push down the heat, but it seemed the astronaut took it the wrong way and immediately dropped it and looked at you with worry.
“It’s fine,” you shook your head when he started bowing. “I, uh, I just had something in my throat. I should thank you, actually, for helping me back there… and for all the times before that too.”
He stared at you for a few moments, looking down as he was a few steps above you on the staircase, and you couldn’t help but wonder again what he was hiding behind that cold white mask. Just as you were about to reach forward again, however, he turned back around and resumed climbing the stairs.
The last minigame was on the roof. There, a sign greeted you, telling you that multiple QR codes are hidden around the place, and that you had to find one of the many to complete your word hunt.
You looked at the code you received from the thread game. 구 (gu), it read. What could the last hint be?
You and your pink friend looked and looked, but struggled to find anything. BamBam sure didn’t make things easy for you, did he, you scoffed dryly, looking at all the pools of slime and hollowed out pumpkins where the code could be hiding.
It didn’t help that it was particularly cold that night and that you were on the roof of a three story house. As you shuffled around some prop mummy’s linen for the code, you felt a chill run up your body.
The astronaut must have been at least ten broomsticks away, but as soon you shivered, you heard him walking right up to you.
“Hey. Did you find it?” you asked, not grasping why he was here.
He shook his head and rubbed his hands up and down his upper arms before pointing at you.
“Me? Yeah, I guess it’s a little cold, but I’m okay. Let’s just find this thing quickly and head back down.”
You turned back to your mummy, but your new friend didn’t move. Despite wanting to keep you warm, he realized he wasn’t equipped with a jacket to give you.
Finding nothing in the mummy, you moved on to the next coffin, oblivious to the man’s distress behind you, and patted down a plastic vampire for any goods. As you were distracted, you didn’t realize a figure looming over you from behind. By the time you noticed the shadow being casted over you, it was too late to avoid--
“Wha--”
-- the hug.
The pink astronaut, unable to come up with any other solutions, decided to share his body heat with you. It warmed you up alright, but you weren’t sure if it was because of him or the fire that ignited on your cheeks.
“H-how are we supposed to search like this?” you stuttered.
He thought for a minute before waddling side to side to show you how you could walk.
You chuckled at his antics. “This isn’t going to--”
And then you saw it. Right there. Stuck on his arm. The last QR code.
“You found it!” you exclaimed, surprising him with how quickly you whipped out your phone and took a picture of the code. “You must have brushed up against it when you were looking around.
This time, you grabbed his hand and made your way downstairs to the backyard as the scanning process loaded on your phone. Once there, you looked at your last clue.
“남(nam),” you read aloud now that no competitors were around you. “친. 자. 구 . 남.” The words were scrambled, so you read them out a few more times until the realization hit you.
Your eyes widened. “남자 친구(namja chingu). Boyfriend. But I don’t--”
And then you looked up at the pink astronaut. He stared back at you, unmovingly, and your hands gravitated to his visor again. This time, he didn’t stop you, so you pushed the cold, white glass up to reveal the warmest smile you’ve ever seen.
“Changbin…” you breathed, recognizing him right away.
“Y/N, I know no amount of apologies can ever atone for me leaving you, but I’d do anything for you to take me baaaaaaa-aack!”
Without even hearing the rest of it, you dragged him to the balcony where BamBam was waiting.
“I got it!” you shout at your friend. “The item! I’ve got it right here!”
BamBam looked amused. “This is your boyfriend, Y/N?”
“Yes,” you said without missing a beat. Both the boys jumped a little in surprise at your eagerness.
“Alright then,” chuckled your best friend into a microphone. “We have a winner!”
You could hear groans coming from the house as gold confetti rained down from the gazebo. BamBam handed you the tickets and shot you a wink before making himself scarce. You gleamed at the prize until you felt a tap on your shoulder.
“Y/N-- oof!”
You attacked Changbin with a hug and wrapped your arms around him, frowning when you noticed he lost weight. “You’re back…”
After overcoming his shock, he returned the hug and patted you on the head. “I’m sorry I left you.”
You shook your head against him. “No, don’t be. You were chasing your dreams. What kind of person would I be if I held you back just because of our relationship?”
“But I hurt you.”
“Yeah. Yeah, you did, so--” You pulled your face away from his body to look him in the eyes-- “make it up to me at the Caribbeans?”
Another loving smile spread across his face as he cupped yours with his hand. “I will, but be warned: I’m never letting you go again after that.”
You laughed together. “Ooh, spooky.”
~ ad.gold
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lethal combination • richie tozier
(richie tozier x reader)
(based off the song ‘lethal combination’ by the wombats)
requested (kinda!): Id love to hear what you had about rich and reader being a party duo :)
warning: swearing, underage drinking, body shots, slight bill denbrough x reader, drunk smooching, throwing up, lil angsty, fluffy ending, unedited
[losers + reader are 18+ in this.]
2.6k words
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"give me another." you mutter, your speech slightly slurred by the tenth shot you'd just downed. your head was spinning. richie howls from next to you, pouring out two shots of jager with his arm around you. "y-you're insane." bill mutters with a grin. you wink at him as you down your shot.
"gimme a body to shoot off of!" a girl yells drunkenly from the other end of the kitchen, the party's noise swallowing her words up and letting them fall on few ears.
ben laughs at her words and eddie nudges his arm as he laughs as well. richie turns to look at you, "whaddaya say, sugar?" he asks, eyes lidded in an alcohol induced stupor. the others look not surprised but still slightly impressed at how the two of you are still even coherent.
everyone knows that you and richie are “the duo” - the two who ride or die together. if one of you is drunk, the other is right there with you. you were those annoying party kids who went too hard and had so much fun doing it. you were the life of every party, the center of every room. and it always has been like that.
"le's go, tozier." you slur, swiping cups and a bag of chips off a table, making ben and bev both let out nosies of indignation. you pull your dress down a bit to reveal more of your chest, laying back onto the table and taking a lime wedge from a drunk and giggling stan. you drag it quickly on a stripe up your chest towards your throat and grin as bev sprinkles salt on the line.
"alright. lick, shoot, suck." you slur to richie, giggling as bill pours tequila into a small shot glass. "cheeky." richie mutters with a grin, looking at you. you smirk back, lime placed in between your lips.
so richie’s tongue shoots out, licking straight up your chest, breath hot against your skin and making your whole body shiver. fuck.
he moves to slurp the shot, making you giggle. he then moves u to pluck the lime out of your mouth expertly. you're disappointed when his lips don't touch yours. as he spits the lime out, he leans toward you and you smell the tequila on his breath, "how was that, y/n?"
you shove him and go to sit up, flustered at his proximity. he’s making you want to kiss him again. he’s doing that thing where you want to be his.
"bill, now you let y/n take a body shot off of you!" bev yells, making you grin, never one to turn down a good time. plus, a perfect distraction.
so bill grins, pulling his shirt fully off and taking your place on the table. everyone except richie cheers as you take a lime and rub it over his stomach, taking time to admire his muscular torso before placing the lime in between his lips.
you laugh the whole time, licking the salt all the way up his abs and downing the shot. it was harder than you'd anticipated because you were both drunk and bill couldn't stop laughing, but you get the lime in your mouth. but in a drunken stupor, the lime falls out of your mouth and you accidentally kiss his lips.
everyone yells in shock and bill’s laughing drunkenly under you. you laugh drunkenly, thinking of richie’s lips as you lick his bottom lip, placing a hand on his shoulder as his falls on your hip. you both pull away, laughing in shock. you meet bill's eyes and then realize what you’d done. oops.
when you pull bill to his feet, richie is gone. you don't see him for another hour.
when you finally find him, it's because you're looking for the bathroom. he's against a wall, seemingly not as drunk as you. you frown, pulling his shoulder. "where were you, rich?" you try not to sound too hurt, but he never left you at a party it was your thing, the two of you.
he looks hurt but he shakes it off quick enough that you can't decipher it. then he awkwardly gestures to the pretty girl under his arm. she smiles and waves, telling you her name that you immediately forget. you smile back but you can't help feeling a little sick.
wait, is richie going to hook up with this girl? your stomach drops, immediately going defensive. "o-oh, okay rich. i was just - bill and i, we- we accidentally kissed!" you bark, laughing at the absurdity of it. "i bet you're mad, bet you hate me kissing your friend." you say, not sure why you say that but laughing afterwards. why was this your first defense? why can’t you just be happy for him?
richie's staring at you, jaw dropped open and eyes narrowed. if you weren't so drunk, you might have realized you were kind of being a dick.
"c'mon, don't look at me like that." you grumble. he gives you another look, one of confusion. you were too drunk to comprehend what was really happening, but he looked uncomfortable... or annoyed. you gulp, wordlessly tuning back without so much as a goodbye. he doesn't follow.
you're feeling lost without richie and after ten minutes, you try to find him again, just to see him pressing that same girl up against a wall, whispering something into her ear. she's laughing sweetly, hands tangling in his hair. he starts to kiss her neck lightly and you think you'll scream.
the amount of pain, rage, and sadness that you feel wash over you is sickening and you almost double over. what's wrong with you?
all you know is that you may not be able to really tell where you're going, but you have to get out of the stuffy house. if you don't, you think you might combust.
you turn and run out the door.
the walk from the party back to your house was a lot longer now that you're drunk, lonely, and upset. you try not to mope though, because richie is single and definitely not yours and he never will be. he's allowed to do whatever he wants, it just doesn't hurt any less.
you should probably send him a quick text to tell him you left, but you know he probably won't see it. too busy taking that girl home with him. you chuckle bitterly to yourself for being such a shitty friend as you enter your house, quietly slinking into your room. who are you to get mad at him for trying to find happiness?
looking at the mirror you notice that your face is puffy from the tears you didn't know had been streaming down your cheeks; before you can start to get ready for bed, you feel a familiar tug in your stomach and you sprint to the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet.
you sit miserably on the floor holding your own hair back as you retch, watching your tears hit the rim of the toilet. you've never really been alone for this before now - richie's always with you, either holding back your hair or being the one in your current position, you brushing his back from his face.
but now you're alone.
you're still kind of drunk after you're done and you're afraid you'll fall and hurt yourself if you shower, so you just brush your teeth.
checking your phone, you see a text from ben and some from eddie, but none from who you want it to be. you drop your phone and close your eyes, wishing you could fall asleep.
when you wake up, you feel crusty and have a terrible headache. you're still lying on top of your sheets and you still have your dress on from last night.
groaning, you sit up and rub your eyes, feeling gross and very dismal. you can't remember much, so you must have been a lot more fucked up than you thought. you don't remember getting home but you can kind of recall that richie left you... or you left him... and he was kissing someone from your math class. and you had accidentally kissed bill. what the hell.
spotting your phone on the floor, you grab it and wince as you see texts from eddie, ben, bev, bill, mike, and stan. and then your eyes widen:
there are five texts, twelve missed calls and two voice messages from richie.
fuck. you drowsily text the group chat that had everybody in it that you're sorry you left early and forgot to tell anyone, not wanting to explain it to everyone individually and also effectively avoiding having to talk to richie.
you knew it was childish to ignore him and be upset, but in the long run this was better than having to explain yourself to him and confess that your feelings for your best friend.
that could never end well, so you peel off your party dress and take a quick shower, pulling on some shorts and a shirt that used to be eddie's once you're clean.
you're about to go downstairs for some coffee when a pang at your window makes you jump. you curse yourself for not shutting the curtains, because you're sure that whoever is down there knows you're in your room.
and you're almost certain as a second, third, fourth, and fifth rock hits your window that it can be none other than richie tozier.
you groan, scrubbing your face with your hands. why did you have to deal with this now? you still go to the window, ignoring the nagging part of your brain that told you that you didn't have to deal with it. deep down, no matter how mad he was, you just wanted to see richie.
"y/n!" he calls, out of breath as you slide open your window. he’s frowning, jaw clenched and hands in his pockets. you swallow down the nerves, smiling at him nervously. "just, uh, just come in." you say timidly. he disappears and not fifteen seconds later, the front door is opening downstairs.
every footstep up your stairs is a nail in your coffin.
he walks into your room and you know you're fucked. he looks worse than you - his eyes have bags under them, his hair ruffled from his hands, and he's wearing the same thing he was last night. he looks like he wants to punch a wall and you feel sick with anxiety.
"so you freaked me out a little bit last night." he deadpans, his words seeming foreign coming from his lips devoid of any kind of teasing lilt. he's mad at you and you feel like crying.
"i'm sorry-" you start but he shakes his head.
"i don't care. you couldn't have sent a text? just one?" he asks, eyes rubbing under his glasses, sounding exhausted.
you turn red, embarrassed and sad and suffering through what might be the worst hangover of your short life. your eyes fill with tears but you refuse to let them fall. "i didn't think of it. i was walking back by myself." you lie, shrugging. he gives you a look and mutters, "couldn’t even get big bill to take you home?"
that makes you mad. you scowl, "i was going to ask you to come home, since thats what we always do, but you were too busy getting your dick wet." you spit.
god, you're acting like such a child, but richie takes the bait. his eyes widen comically and he groans in anger, "says you, y/n! you kissed my best friend!" he spits back. you roll your eyes. "i thought i was your best friend!" you counter.
"well so did i." he says plainly. your heart drops and your whole body shivers -but not like the way it did when richie took body shots off of you. this one felt like you were dunked into an ice cold pool.
"okay, richie. you're right. i'm sorry, i should have told you where i was going." you say meekly. you can't bring yourself to meet his eyes. "i just had some... realizations. and my stupid drunk brain thought it would be okay to not tell anyone where i was going."
richie sighs, shifting his weight from one converse to another. "just don't do it again, i - er, we didn't sleep much because w-we spent the whole night searching the house and the neighborhood for you. you fuckin’ slept through the rocks i threw at your window, sugar."
you blush in shame, unaware that they were all so concerned. "i'm sorry. and i'm sorry if i said stuff last night, i was just n-" your voice cracks as you speak say quietly. its silent for a moment and you quickly wipe the tear that escapes your eye. richie puts a hand on your shoulder and gently nudges you down to sit on your bed.
you don't look at him but cooperate, wiping your eyes as he sits next to you. you take a deep breath, "i was just surprised that you were... with that girl. i guess i was thrown off because it's usually you and me. and i know thats not fair. guess i was just, um, jealous." you mutter, wiping your face of tears as you dance around fully admiring your feelings.
your words are heavy in the air.
richie finally speaks up after what feels like forever. "i realized last night that... uh, i think when i drink without you, it's not fun. i actually... i hate it." richie says with a shrug. you still refuse to meet his eyes. "um, i think that it's not the alcohol that makes me feel the way i get. i realized its you. like - like you and i, we're..." he trails off, and you see his hands shake as they wring together anxiously.
"we're a lethal combination." you whisper, looking up into his eyes for the first time in a while. he looks exhausted, sad, and confused. and it's your fault.
your heart pangs with this realization. he shrugs, eyebrows furrowing. "i wasn't going to say that." he admits, shoulders deflating. his curls hand solemnly around his sculpted face. "but yeah, i guess you could call it that."
you let out a breath, figuring it’s time. "i um, i feel the same way. i hate all this stuff. unless... unless i'm with you." you mutter. you meet eyes and his stormy ones hold so many unspoken words that it knocks the breath out of you.
he looks deep into your eyes and he moves so his hand slowly hovers, drifting half way between his lap and your face. it feels like a million miles between you.
“i think that i...” you start, biting your lip. you don’t know how to express this burning feeling that you feel whenever you’re with him. you’re at a loss as you stare into his forgiving, patient, wild, loving eyes. loving...
richie nods, face as pink as you feel like yours is. “me too.” he whispers, glancing at your lips. you feel an immense weight lift off your chest and you almost laugh giddily, looking at richie. he’s beautiful.
you both slowly start to lean in until you’re touching noses, but you stop. he waits patiently, his hand falling gently on a knee and a cheek.
you're still confused and afraid but having richie so close makes you feel safe. you swallow dryly, wetting your lips. "can you be the one to do it?" you whisper, feeling his breathy, soft chuckle on your lips.
he's smiling lightly as he closes the gap, his laps chapped against yours. he quickly presses into you, making your cheeks heat up as your hands land on his chest.
kissing richie makes everything melt away - the blaring headache, the anxiety, confusion, doubt - all of it disappears as his hands caress your thigh and neck. he kisses you passionately, softly and intensely, his tongue soothing your own. you love every part of it. you love every part of him.
you pull apart and you're both shyly grinning.
"can i take you to get breakfast?" he whispers against your lips, biting his as he awaits your response.
affection blooms in your chest and you capture his lips with yours, hands on his cheeks as you pull him towards you. he kisses back eagerly, chuckling lightly against you. it makes you beam.
"please. im starving. my hangover is killer." you mumbling against him, making him laugh, hugging you and pulling you to him.
"let's go then, baby." he whispers with a kiss to the crown of your head.
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can we just talk about the whole window climbing thing? it’s so soft. Eddie being half asleep with his back facing the window, and then Richie climbs in (clumsily, so he makes a lil noise) and Eddie just turns with his eyes still closed and says calls for him with grabby hands. And Richie says ‘hi, baby’ kisses Eddies forehead and lets him curl up in his chest. “I love you, bubba.” followed by “I love you too, lovebug.” And then they’re both asleep. S O F T
ok so i wrote a lil thing for this but its not rlly like ur message at all im sorryfhjds i just love this trope and i dont think ive rlly written anything thats focused on it before?? so heres this sappy garbage that was supposed to be like 500 words and ended up being 1.9k lmao (also a bit of this is nsfw not rlly but just a warning)
Eddie doesn’t always hear it,when Richie comes through the window, but still he knows the action better thananything, by a distinct set of sounds.
There is a soft thud atfirst, of Richie’s palm meeting the glass, and then the scraping of woodagainst wood, of the window being moved up in its frame. Sometimes rattling as Richie struggles with the weight. There is a beat afterthat - once the window is lifted enough for Richie to stick his hand under itand push it up the rest of the way - where he pulls his hand away. And in thatbeat comes a rush of music from outside. Summer nights bring the chirps ofinsects, a car or two humming as it crawls along the road. Autumn nights bringa wind that rattles the frame and rustle the trees. Spring nights bring theflap of bird wings and hooting of owls.
All nights bring a little gruntfrom Richie’s throat as he slides the window right up until he can crawlthrough it. And sometimes that is followed with laughter, as he tumbles ontoEddie’s floor. Or Eddie’s name sung sweetly, teasingly from Richie’s lips as hesticks his head in through the opened window. Or a groan that escapes withouthim being for it. Or nothing at all.
Tonight, it is winter, and themusic is an orchestra of heavy rain hitting the roof and the road and the soggygrass. And it’s so loud that Eddie can’t make out anything else. Lies on hisside in his bed, his back to the window, his face half buried in his pillow.With one eye open he sees a rectangle of moonlight spill into his dark, quietroom, paint silver over the carpet. And then a dark shape, shadowing over thatlight, in the vague shape of Richie hunched over and squeezing himself throughthe gap. And then tumbling onto the floor.
The bed shakes and mattress dipsas Richie leaps onto it. Landing on his knees by Eddie’s side, his hand holdinghim up planted on Eddie’s spare pillow. When Eddie rolls over, he comes face toface with the image of Richie leaning over him, eyes bright and grin wide.Looking raggedy and breathless, with shadows cutting over his face and his haircurling over his forehead.
“Hey,” Eddie says,with a smile. When he breathes in, Richie smells damp, of rain and the bitterair outside.
“Hey,” Richie says,and leans down further for a kiss. And that’s when Eddie feels something cold and wet driponto the corner of his eye, and slide down toward his ear, like a tear.
“Holy shit, Richie,”Eddie yelps - in a way that’s more like he’s swallowing down a yelp, because heneeds to be quiet. He gets a hand onto Richie chest and pushes him away.“You’re dripping wet you fucking idiot.”
Richie lets himself be pushed,stumbling off the bed and onto his feet with a laugh. “Please let me kissyou,” he says, no less cheerful and breathless.
Eddie sits up, and now thatRichie is standing right where the moonlight hits him, Eddie can see the wayRichie’s wet hair sticks to his face, his skin shiny and damp when it catchesin the light. His jeans look plastered to his skin and the shoulders of hisdenim jacket are so soaked through they’re black.
“You walk here?” Eddieasks, as a joke.
“Ran,” Richie replies.
“Fuck off, you’resuch an idiot,” Eddie says, though there’s a tinge of affection to it,because Richie is still grinning at him, looking almost eager and excited.Happy. Eddie would think he’s drunk only he didn’t smell any alcohol on himwhen he was close. Just that sweet scent of rain. “You have a car, youknow.”
“Yeah but I’m grounded, youknow,” Richie repeats in the same know-it-all tone. He cocks hiseyebrow, the corner of his mouth, in a teasing “what? you asked forit” when Eddie looks offended at the mockery. “Now how about thatsmooch. I didn’t run all the way here just to look at you. Not that that’d beterrible–”
“Get out of those wetclothes and I’ll think about.”
“I like where this isgoing,” Richie says, and starts to peel off his jacket.
Eddie laughs.
It’s always been this way. Well,not always always. But throughout all the time that’s mattered, Richiehas been climbing in through Eddie’s window.
When they were twelve, andRichie was sticking out a sticky hand for Eddie to shake. And Eddie was saying“my name is Eddie,” and Richie was saying “my name isRichie,” and one week later Richie fell from Eddie’s window sill ontoEddie’s floor purely because he was curious if he could actually climb throughit and Eddie screamed because he thought a burglar had broken in.
When they were fourteen and bestfriends and Richie would crawl in through the window because he was bored. Andthey’d play cards on the bedroom floor and Richie would laugh and push hisglasses up his nose over and over and talk about girls in a way that soundedmore like he was just reciting words he had heard and not saying anything he’dthought of himself.
When they were sixteen and onthe verge of dating and Richie’s toes would find the carpet late at night,shutting the dark out behind him. And they’d spend the nights lying side byside in Eddie’s bed, painfully aware of each other’s presence. Careful not totouch but so desperately wanting to. Their legs and arms and ankles alwaysmysteriously draped over each other in the morning. Eddie never knew why Richiecame in, then, because he doubted so late at night that Richie was just bored,and that was usually why Richie would climb through his window. But then Eddiefound his nerve one night when he’d rolled over in bed and found Richie awake,looking at him sleepily beneath heavy eyelids - and Eddie realised he’d caughtRichie staring at the back of his head, as he so often stared at the back of Richie’shead, gaze tracing over Richie’s curls. And so he’d leaned over and pressedhis lips against Richie’s, and Richie kissed him back in a gentle way, like it was a dream he didn’t want to wake up from, and Eddie realised thatRichie came over because he just wanted to be close to him, just as Eddie hadwanted to be close to Richie.
When they were eighteen and inlove but too young to truly know it and Richie would sweep into Eddie’s roompast midnight with an eagerness that was not so much excited as it wasdesperate. Eddie would sit up and Richie was already there, kneeling in frontof him on the bed, a hand cupping Eddie’s cheek. “Eddie,” hewould breathe, with their noses bumping and lips so close every breath Richietook sent a thrill up Eddie’s spine and Richie’s gaze glued to Eddie’s mouth.“I’ve been thinking about you.” He’d say it in the same way someonemight say “I want you.”
Eddie’s own gaze was glued toRichie’s mouth. He’d reply, “I’ve been thinking about you too.”
And Richie would kiss him. AndRichie would push Eddie gently onto his back and kiss him. Kiss slowlydown his jaw, kiss hot and wanting down Eddie’s neck, until little gaspswere escaping Eddie’s throat and Richie was sucking at Eddie’s skin with agroan. And they’d continue until they were both undressed and Eddie wasscraping his nails down Richie’s back and biting his lip to hold back a sob andRichie was rocking into him and biting down on Eddie’s shoulder to hold back aslew of swears that would escape anyway.
And through it all Eddie wouldnotice that in his rush Richie had left the window open. And he’d feel a senseof freedom in it, being able to feel the night air on his face, and see thestars in the sky, before Richie would kiss the side of his mouth and holdEddie’s chin so he could look into his eyes. Like whatever was, is, betweenthem - this all-encompassing feeling of…feeling - didn’t need to behidden.
They’re still eighteen now. Butthey’re verging on nineteen very quickly, and maybe soon they’ll move out. Intoa house that’s their own, no parents to ground them because ‘if you’re under myroof you’re under my rules".
“I think these jeans arepermanently stuck on me,” Richie says, still trying to jimmy out of hiswet clothing. His jacket and shirt are off, chest bare, but he actually hasn’tbothered to go so far as to unbutton his pants. Just gave them one look andgave up. “This is how I’ll have to live now. With jeans for legs. You cancall me Jean-Boy.”
“Oh my god,” Eddielaughs, climbing out of bed. He stands in front of Richie, tilts his head up togive his boyfriend a grin as he tucks his fingers into the waistband of hisjeans. “Do I really have to do everything for you, Jean-Boy?”
In a house that’s their own,they can have the windows open all the time. Even on rainy nights like this.Because their house won’t be here, in Derry. It’ll be somewhere where theynever have to hide.
Richie smiles down at him. Hishair is already starting to dry and frizz and curl. Eddie feels a suddenfondness for him and his frizzy hair but he doesn’t feel like reaching up toRichie’s mouth so he just plants a soft kiss below Richie’s bare collarbone.
When he looks back up again, hesees a flash of Richie’s grin before Richie is ducking down and pressing a kissto the corner of Eddie’s eye. Then his cheek. Then below Eddie’s ear. Then hisjaw. Then, then, then.
“Oooh, my EddieSpaghetti,” Richie croons as Eddie giggles at all the soft littlekisses. “He’d do anything for me. He loovess me.”
“Wow, you got me,”Eddie says. He struggles with the buttons of Richie’s jeans for a moment beforepopping them open. “Now help me get these jeans off so we can go to bed. Iwanna be little spoon this time because I always get a shit night sleep whenyou’re little spoon.”
In a house that’s their own,Richie won’t have to climb in over the window sill and creep over the carpet,run all the way over here in the rain just because he wants to sleep with Eddiecurled up by his side.
“Yeah, yeah,whatever,” Richie grumbles. Together they manage to unstick Richie’s dampjeans from his damp legs and peel them right off over his feet. Then theystumble over into Eddie’s bed, laughing, Eddie shushing Richie when he gets tooloud, reminding him of his mother downstairs. Richie slots himself againstEddie’s back and smothers his laughter into Eddie’s neck. Then noses there affectionately. Then falls asleep with his lips pressed to Eddie’s shoulder and his body warm and dry. And there’s a contentedness to it that makes Eddie think that Richie wholeheartedly believes that running all the way here against the rain is worth it. Not that he’d ever admit it in a way that isn’t disguised as a joke - that he’d brave cold nights and hot summer days and the climb up to the second storey and the wrestle with Eddie’s window just to be pressed up against Eddie like this. But Eddie knows.
Eddie will miss it.
#reddie#ask#writing#mine#why is everything i write the same#dfgghhjjkk#Anonymous#yall can take this trope from my cold dead hands idc that its been done to death !!!!!#also i might have actually written somethin abt this before i cant remember#all my writing blurs together bc. its all the same like i said lmao#but im pretty sure i havent??#idk idk
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barbecues [jeremy h. x fem!reader]
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barbecues. other musical characters make appearances. while two of them are gonna be suuuper obvious where they’re from, i’d honestly love to hear if anyone recognizes the other two without googling em lmao
also this is a gift to @bemorejermy which is why its a gendered reader lyss i love u
warnings: general language warning + theres some lil neck smooches lmao
The moment you saw your dad start to clean off the grill, you knew what time it was. Your family always had at least one barbecue over summer, inviting your parent’s coworkers and friends and having a whole party out of the entire thing. You had never really considering whether your friends would be interested in coming - most of the time, they were off doing their own things for summer vacation and you couldn’t invite them anyway. This year, it rang true again - almost everyone was off visiting family, or in another country or another state, or on a boat somewhere. But you were lucky enough to have your boyfriend home - mainly because he was working for summer and he and his dad couldn’t afford to just take off like that. Plus Jeremy had opened up to you that he was saving up for a car because he was tired of taking the bus or walking to school, and he didn’t want to be the only senior next year without a car. When you brought up the barbecue to him, the tips of his ears turned pink as he stammered out that he’d have to talk to his dad but he’d try to be there either way. When he texted you later confirming they’d both be there, you gave him a couple notes - maybe to bring ice or soda or cookies or something but no side dishes, dress decently, the usual shit. You gave him a quick rundown of the other guests to see if he recognized any names - only one of the four other families proved familiar, so at least his dad would have someone he recognized and it wouldn’t be as awkward considering how Jeremy dropped the comment that his dad wasn’t really a social guy.
So basically, you two were hoping that the day would go well and that no one would get anxious and that it wouldn’t be too much for him or his dad. But you were prepared - you offered up your room for Jeremy if he needed a few minutes by himself, and the kitchen was going to be pretty quiet considering the whole party was going to be out in the backyard. While you stood in your kitchen squeezing lemons alone, your parents were in the backyard setting things up and generally preparing for the evening. Every so often, you felt your phone buzz against your hip, and it would always be Jeremy - sending you picture after picture of him in different shirts, asking which looked the best. You always sent him back a quick text telling him he looked fine no matter what, and then at one point added on that he’ll be fine as long as he doesn’t look like a frat boy.
You didn’t have to be physically with him to know Jeremy at least smiled at that. But you kept at your job, eventually telling Jeremy that you’ve got lemonade to make and that you’ll see him when he gets there. He shot back a quick ‘love you’ before you tucked your phone back into your pocket and went back to slicing and squeezing lemons until the doorbell rang.
There were certain families that always came to your families barbecue. One in particular always ended up coming in earlier than others in an attempt to help. So it was no surprise when you were met with the familiar faces of the Weisenbechfelds - a family that lived only a few houses down and had grown close to your family when you first moved in. You greeted the two adults and told them where your parents were while Jason ended up tagging along behind you. When his mom saw you go back to squeezing lemons and realized you were only halfway through your job (no thanks to your boyfriend, who had served as a constant distraction so you really had only gotten through about two full lemons), she looked to Jason and told him that he should offer to help. He sort of shrugged and walked over and asked what he needed to do while he watched his mom and stepdad go to join your parents in their work.
“Just squeeze ‘em,” you said as you cut through lemons, about to extend one to him before you stopped, “you don’t have any cuts on your hand or anything, right?”
“Nope,” he said, dragging out the word, “I’m good.”
You placed the lemon in the kid’s hand and went back to your job. “You do know we have to do a couple more pounds of these, right?”
“Yep.” He said, popping the ‘p’, “you do know that I helped you with this last year, right?”
Well, fuck. You didn’t remember that, but honestly, it didn’t surprise you. Halfway through your work, his stepdad came in and slid onto a stool across the counter and asked what he could do. You and Jason locked eyes for a moment. This wasn’t normal.
“... What about mom?” Jason asked, looking over. You cut through a lemon, knife clattering against the cutting board.
“Trina said I should come help you kids,” he said, throwing on that sort of awkward dad smile.
“You knocked over the flowerpot again, didn’t you?” Jason asked, reaching over for another half of a lemon. Your phone buzzed at your hip. You slid over the cutting board and knife to his stepdad.
“Can you take over? I’ve got a syrup to make,” you said, pulling out your phone, hearing his dad chuckle at the motion.
“Is that the boyfriend?” He asked, squeezing a lemon into the bowl you and Jason had been working with. He paused for a moment, “do... you always have pulp in this?”
“I’ll strain it when you’re done. And yeah,” you said, “mom tell you about him?”
“Yep. She talks about the kid a lot. Uh. Jeremiah, right?”
“Jeremy,” you said, “he prefers Jeremy.” You rolled your eyes as you texted Jeremy back to stop working about his shirt, he looks fine before shoving your phone back into your pocket. Your mom always called him Jeremiah unless you were there to correct her, all because of the fact he slipped up and used his full name the first time he met your parents and became too embarrassed by such a stupid mistake to correct them every time they called him ‘Jeremiah.’ Apparently, your mother had yet to completely correct the habit when she bragged about him - he was such a nice boy who was sweet and polite, even if he was quiet. That always made Jeremy flustered. It was cute, honestly.
“Is Randy coming again?” Jason piped up.
“Yeah, Randolph and his family will be here.”
“You know he prefers Randy.”
“He knows I’m gonna keep calling him Randolph. Sister thing.”
“You aren’t his-”
“Kim said I could,” you stuck your tongue out at the kid, “he knows it’s out of love. Besides, the kid knows he could come to me if it seriously bothered him.” You poured cups of water into a saucepan on the stove. Cup by cup, you stirred in sugar until you heard the knife being set down for a final time and the soft shush of a bowl being pushed away from the edge of the counter. You glanced over your shoulder to see Jason and his father making their way over to the sink, washing off the lemon juice from their hands. His father left first, heading back out into the backyard to see what the rest of the small party was up to. Jason nudged you.
“Is the Wii set up.” It wasn’t really a question. You nodded.
“Yeah. Games are in there. Give it a while before you start shit up with Randolph, alright? You know how your mom is.”
“I know.”
“Thanks for the help, kiddo,” you said.
“Whatever,” he said. You rolled your eyes, continuing to stir in sugar in a robotic motion. Thirteen year olds.
The next few sets of guests arrived within the next few hours. The Hansens, who you’d known for years due to your father working with Ms.Hansen and finding her to be a sweet figure. You were sorta friends with her son, talking to him idly and giving the dude the time and patience to get through this conversation. He often clung to his mother whenever he came to these parties, staying around her and talking to adults because apparently, they seemed easier to talk to sometimes. The McAFees came next - the youngest rushing past you to go find Jason while Kim and her parents both greeted you with warm words, Kim’s boyfriend tagging along. Hugo held up two bags of ice, Kim with a twelve pack of soda in her arms. You motioned to the backyard for Kim to go take the drinks out back, before bringing Hugo over to shove the ice in your freezer for safe-keeping until it was needed. Then came the Sorokin-Williams, a young couple that your mother met through her work and struck up a friendship with quick. Sid and Babe - who insisted that you call them both by their names rather than dealing with formalities. They toted a plate of brownies past and immediately struck up conversation with your parents. You slunk back into the house, planting yourself in an armchair as you watched Randolph and Jason in the middle of playing a game of Mario Party, apparently risking their friendship.
Thirty minutes later, there was a soft knock at the door. When you opened the door, Jeremy stood there, awkwardly fiddling with the top button of his shirt as he faced an internal debate of whether he looked nice. Behind him was his father, dressed nicely and his beard shorter than it usually was - did he trim it? You weren’t sure, but he definitely did something. He looked nice, albeit a bit out of place - when was the last time he actually went to a party? Then again - Jeremy always did say that his dad was rather withdrawn. You greeted them both warmly, guiding the two through your living room and pretending not to acknowledge Jeremy noticing the game going on. You’d team up with him to fuck up those kids later.
Your parents immediately took to Jeremy’s dad. He grew flustered as they complimented him on his son, talking about how he’s always such a sweet boy and how he’s always so polite to you and how you two were such a sweet couple and how your father was proud that his daughter found such a good boy instead of some delinquent. The two of you were forced to stick around, different people dragging Jeremy and you into a quick conversation about literally anything - mainly from Ms.Hansen. How long you two had been together, how did you two meet, aren’t you both seniors? Where are you two going to college? The last of which causes Jeremy to sheepishly admit he had to take the SAT again since his scores weren’t as great as he wanted, and that he had no idea what he wanted to major in anyway, he’d figure that out sooner or later. Apparently, Ms.Hansen’s son was also a senior and was also the same exact way, unsure of where he was going - although she did discuss finding something in writing for him to do, since he was a very talented writer in her opinion. You slipped your hand into Jeremy’s, tugging him back into the house with an excuse you’d go find where Randolph and Jason went.
“Hey, uh, thank you?” Jeremy said the moment you two entered your house, “I- uh, sorry, I’m not good with college talk-”
“It’s fine, Jeremy. C’mon,” you squeezed his hand, “let’s go kick some kids’ asses at Mario Party.”
He laughed, awkwardly running a hand through his hair, “yeah, alright babe,” he said, the word slipping off of his tongue. He immediately seemed to tense, and he spoke softly, “is that okay?”
God, he was adorable sometimes. You nodded, guiding him to the living area, “yes, Jeremy, it’s okay. They’re thirteen, they can deal with it. If we need to get out, we can go, alright?”
“... Alright.”
After a few rounds of Mario Party - all of which were short with the lowest number of rounds set - you had Jeremy nudge you gently, sort of motioning to leave. You tossed down your controller, thanked the kids for letting you join the game, and guided Jeremy to your bedroom. He’d been there plenty of times before - hell, he’d seen all of your house at least a dozen times - but he noticed the little changes almost immediately. You had a few new pictures framed on the top of your dresser or tacked to the wall with thumbtacks, you’d replaced a string of fairy lights with a longer strip (and actually, he should have realized that sooner when you stopped complaining about needing something longer), and you’d gotten a new pillow with a bird pattern on it. You shut the door behind you two, rocking back and forth on your heels as you looked up to him.
“What’s up?” You asked, toying with one of the bracelets you were wearing. Why did he want to leave? He didn’t feel any sort of awkwardness or anxiety from sitting with those kids - he was fine but some part of him wanted to be alone with you just for a few minutes. There was the smallest feeling in his stomach that began to blossom more and more, and he wanted his hands in your hair and your lips against his and - was that appropriate? Would your parents be pissed to find their darling daughter making out with such a sweet boy? The smallest part of him wanted to find out. Then again, he didn’t want that risk - if your parents hated him, then what would they do?
“I, uh-” He began, staring at you. You smiled - god you looked so fucking gorgeous when you smiled, he could feel his heart rate quicken - and toyed with the edge of your sundress. ‘
“Jer?” You asked, nerves bundling in your chest as you watched him.
“Can I kiss you?”
You swore your heart skipped a beat at such a mundane question. It was nothing - you and Jeremy had done more and you’d been together for long enough that he didn’t really need to ask anymore. But you smiled anyhow, and nodded, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your lips. Your arms ended up around his neck, one of his hands pressed into your hip while the other was at your cheek, and it was a soft moment for once. You slipped a hand into his hair, pulling away for a moment and you realized just how starry eyed Jeremy was at the moment because this was different. This wasn’t sneaking kisses around your friends, or hiding from your parents during dinner because you just needed to make out with him because fuck if he makes one more comment under his breath you were going to fight him, or meeting up in the stairwell during class in order for a quick round of chaste kisses that grew less and less so with every single one. This was Jeremy kissing you at your party while your guests were outside and in the living room. This was Jeremy basically stealing you away for a bit for his own selfish want - at least, selfish in his eyes and not yours - while wanting more. He couldn’t go farther, because Jeremy wasn’t that kind of guy. If he were like Jake, he probably would have gone a little farther with you if you were okay with it - but that’s not Jeremy. Jeremy was awkward and geeky and he didn’t just do things sometimes unless you’d cleared that up before.
Even so, this was different. Sure, Jeremy asked to basically be alone with you and he had asked to kiss you - but he still was ultimately stealing you away to satisfy the smallest desire burning in his stomach. Of course, it didn’t truly satisfy anything - but he could deal. This was fine - hell, it was more than fine. He had you, and he was content with anything and everything you were happy with. You could have said no and he’d be content just to stand here with you or to sit down and talk about whatever with you. But you pressed your lips back against his own and all thoughts flew straight out the window, his hands in your hair as he gently pushed you against your own door. He planted a kiss at your neck, your eyelids fluttering shut as you craned your neck so that he could kiss more of it, one hand gently tugging at his hair.
“Jeremy,” you mumbled, “ffffuck - baby,” and then he felt your hands at his shoulders, gently pushing him back, “later, alright? I’m all yours later,” you smiled. He nodded slowly.
He tensed up anyhow, eyes averted from your face. “Sorry-”
“No! Fuck, no, baby, this is fi- great,” you stressed, “just. Let’s go socialize, alright? I’ll come see you later, alright? I’ll, uh, say I’m going to Natasha’s. She’ll cover for me.”
“Alright.” He paused, before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “I love you.”
“I love you too, you noodle.”
You rarely ever saw Jeremy and his dad acting casual. Most of the time, the two of them had this awkward tension between the two of them - not due to fights or anything, but apparently because the whole father-son thing was new to them now that his mom was gone. You didn’t know much about his mom at all, other than the fact she was happy and that she’s happier now that she’s moved on. But you saw Jeremy sink into a seat in the backyard next his dad, a cup of lemonade in his hand, joining into the conversation with ease as he answered whatever questions the Weisenbachfelds hit him with - since apparently Jason’s mom immediately recognized his father, according to what Jeremy later told you - about his family and about himself and how high school was going well and he was doing better. You watched him joke with his dad, acting like a father and son for once without any stress or strain in the air between them. His father’s eyes lit up as his son was there, and immediately seemed to relax into the conversation even more than he had already been due to finding friendship in the parents around him.
Jeremy and his dad were among the last to leave. Sid and Babe had left earlier upon getting a call that demanded their attention, stole an extra cup of lemonade and a few cookies and thank your family for inviting them. The McAFees left next, basically dragging Randolph out of the living room and leaving Jason without his buddy - which, you quickly took up the other remote and kept the boy entertained with Kirby’s Epic Yarn - and with soft goodbyes while you watched Hugo and Kim basically have heart eyes towards each other.
“That’s what you look like,” Jason said, sticking his tongue out at you as if he were a child - and then you realize he was a child, and that you were still somewhat of a child, and you knocked your knee against his. You treasured these little memories the most.
Jeremy was on his way to see you and ask you about whatever, but he stopped in the doorway, watching you and Jason act like siblings while you kept playing. His heart was pounding in his chest as he realized how free you seemed to act around him, how you seemed so damn happy to be among all of these people. He liked the light in your eyes, the way you came alive in these situations. He hadn’t realized he’d been blocking the doorway until the Hansens had left, nudging past him and telling him it was a delight to meet him before leaving quickly. Eventually, he sunk into a seat next to you and watched you play.
Even after he left, he was left with the warmest feeling flooding into his chest. You ultimately had brought that to him - the feeling of being apart of something, the love that took the reigns of his senses, the fact that he and his father could absolutely have that father-son relationship if they actually put forth more effort. When you texted him that you wouldn’t be able to come over that night, he didn’t feel upset or anything. He only texted back that he loves you, and a few hours later, a single ‘thank you’ when he knew you were asleep because you’d been tired as fuck after dealing with people and cleaning up your backyard and house. The next morning, a single text awaited him.
‘omfg you nerd. i love you too, french fry boy. i’m glad to be here.’
God, he was lucky to have you.
#be more chill#bmc#bmc reader insert#be more chill reader insert#bmc x reader#be more chill x reader#be more chill imagine#bmc imagine#jeremy heere#jeremy heere x reader#jeremy heere imagine
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NOW FOR THOUGHTS AND THINGS
* I don’t think the entire zodiac would work out well, so is there any other sort of thematic personality quiz or superstition that has closer to four or five options? Or I mean would people not mind if I said 'here is zodiac kingdom, but we’re only gonna romance four or five of them’? I mean just rationally it would take way too long to make a game with twelve love interests that each have a plotline in the real world and the magical world.
Oh! Maybe it could be like.. aren’t there those ways to categorize zodiacs?? Like... uhh.. ‘muteable and immuteable signs’? or Something? or maybe just group it by seasons? Maybe its something like the seasons are all continents in the mirror world, so this game could just take place on one of them. And it leaves it very open for fanworks, yknow!
* Also, hmm, western or eastern zodiac? I mean it’d be easier to assign traditional fantasy races to animal signs, probably, but I don’t know many games that’ve used the western signs as a theme.
But then again I really wanna do a kingdom of bunny people! Ehh maybe I could make that Libra cos that;s my sign. Or hmm excuses excuses well bunnies have good balance XD
* Possibly that star mermaid design I made up could work here? Tho I also like the idea of using it in one of my other plots.
* Maybe the ability to remember both worlds is an inherited trait of the royal family, and the whole reason they’re given the role of royal family in the first place. Like, they act as oracles and tell people about their real world selves, and try and predict conflicts in the fantasy kingdom based on stuff that’s happening in real life. So your country could be suffering from a lack of power after their last queen lost her ability to travel between worlds, and they’ve only been able to keep the economy steady because of her cool clockwork robot inventions. So there’s extra pressure on you being a great princess now that you’ve awakened to your power!
* Not sure whether I should keep that idea from my dream of the protagonist having multiple appearance options that give her different elemental boosts. Cos I mean you’d assume that each standard fantasy kingdom place embodies a different element, right? So would that mean you’d be princess of a different kingdom each time? Cos that’d be even harder to write all the dialogue for than writing 24 love interests...
or is it gonna be like there’s four neighbouring kingdoms for the standard four elements and then all your selectable options are a bunch of more unusual elements that’d become the fifth one? like you decide if this world has element of steel or element of thunder or element of cake...
OR maybe just the kingdoms aren’t limited to one element, and everyone just has their own individual element tied to personality instead of nation. That;d be cool cos there could be more variety in the npcs! Like fire and ice and water bunny folks!
* Though it could actually be really interesting if the protagonist country could change. Like maybe depending on what you pick, one of the love interests would be your sibling instead? O_O Could be cool to have a secret platonic sibs route for everyone!
* One simple idea for the prince/princess dynamic: everyone says get married to this dude, you end up smooching his sister instead, everyone shrugs and the two kingdoms get united anyway. Woo!
* Other possibly more conflict-y ideas tho:
Love interest gal isn’t a princess, but just the butler or bodyguard that came to escort the prince.
Love interest is a lower class commoner who just works in the prince’s kitchen, you fall in love over mutual love of fancy cakes~
Love interest is a robin hood esque adventurer who rescues the prince from bandits, now you have to compete against princey cos he fell in love with her too!
* Actually, could be interesting to think about the prince’s role in each of these routes, cos it’d get boring quick if he was always like a Gaston guy who wants you to marry him and gets villain-y if you refuse.
Maybe for the butler lady, the prince is like her childhood friend who super supports her dating you? And he’s totally ace as hell and pretty much dies of happiness when you say you don’t want to marry him. Damn social obligations, amirite? It could be funny if he looks like your cliche stoic asshole smug guy for like.. a total of five seconds, before he realizes you’re not interested in him. “Oh phew, its exhausting to keep that up! And for some reason people STILL want to date me!”
And I dunno, maybe for cake lady, the prince is her friend and he’s like a nerdy studyman who wants to revamp the political structure of his country and close the gap between the upper and lower class. So he actually DOES want to marry you, even though he’s equally uninterested. He’s struggling with kind of anti hero status here, cos he feels like he has to follow his parents’s dumb rules in order to ascend to the throne, before he can actually change things. And its like ‘but do the ends justify the means?’ when the means are pressuring someone into a loveless marriage and the both of you being unhappy forever. Though this kinda makes him a bigger focus of the route than cake lady, I don’t have any plot for her yet and I’m not sure what would thematically interlink with this plot and give her a starring role...
* Oh, and maybe there’s two princes that actually have a crush on each other, and you can help them get together?
* And then i had an idea maybe for the bunny people kingdom, where the batchelorette there has a bratty little brother who’s always getting in the way of the romance. And he’s the prince, but it’s like Blatantly Clear To Everyone that there’s been a mix up, you arrive there for your arranged marriage and the guy is like.. eight. No. Non. Nein. Nicht. Nope.
But then he’s like Sibling Tsundere, and he’s only being bratty to you cos he can tell you have a crush on his sister and he wants to test if you’re trustworthy. And he can be a cute lil sweetheart once you win him over, and he helps convince the Council Of Vague Ominous Advisor Dudes to let the two of you hook up as super double bunny queens of joy and wonder~!
* Oh and i actually had an idea of how this one could tie in with the real world! Cos maybe the princess is a shy girl in the same class as you in school, who takes care of the class pet bunny. And Because Why Not, maybe she has the same backstory as me and she ran away from abusive parents and is spending the last year or so of high school living alone and struggling to make ends meet. And that bunny is the closest thing she has left to a family, and she’s really depressed about how she’s been the lil guy’s best friend for all these years and now she’ll never see him again once her last year is over. And like.. already she’s not able to see him as much, since he’s meant to be a pet for the younger kids and she’s only allowed to keep looking after him cos she’s in the biology club. But now cos her life situation is so awkward she’s super exhausted juggling schoolwork and jobs to make ends meet, and she might not be able to stay in the club too. Plus the rabbit’s getting kinda old now, and he’s been really sick, and it’s just REALLY SCARY for her...
So then you end up finding out that she doesn’t actually have a brother, and her brother in the other world is actually that pet rabbit, because he loved her just that much! And you can tell her this and she’ll have a good old happy cry, cos she was always worried that maybe the rabbit didn’t need her after all, and wouldn’t miss her when she’s gone, cos he’s always been a tsundere little prankster in both worlds. Though that just makes the whole thing even sadder cos now we know BOTH of them are gonna be hella depressed when this school year ends...
And then maybe in her ending the two of you move in together after you start going out, and things are a little easier with two of you working, and with her getting some support from your family and stuff. And maybe the teachers decide to retire the class bunny cos he’s getting so old, and they take him to a pet adoption shelter but make sure to mention the nice girl who took such great care of him and give her a great reccommendation if she wants to adopt him! And like if you got high enough stats and stuff you get the double good ending where the two of you are able to succeed enough at your jobs that you can afford to keep a pet. Or I dunno, maybe through Power Of Love Magic or something he could get the power to turn into a human in the real world too? Either way the whole family can be together ^_^
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