Most of these Bob Velseb fanfics might seem nice when you are on the YN perspective, But if i was working at a resturaunt, and my coworker got special treatment because my boss liked them, id be PISSED

Not sure if someone asked this but what are your favorite fics? You’re probably my favorite fanfic author at the moment and I need some recommendations!

fuck yes rec time!! it's been a while since i recced my favourites. i'll try to avoid reccing the same classic fandom fics that everyone else does, so hopefully you'll find something new!

but as always, we start with First Class (Hons) by heloluv because i can't believe this fic doesn't have 100k+

The Rose Thief and the Priest by ImprobableDreams900 human au, horticulturalist!crowley wooing priest!aziraphale to try and get a rose cutting from the church garden

because thinking makes it so by NaroMoreau, summerofspock human au, "straight" and divorced aziraphale is a new employee in crowley's office where crowley is an IT guy. they start as friends with benefits

Soho by Lurlur human au, aziraphale runs a bookshop and crowley is a rockstar that wanders on in

Never Have I Ever (Been Myself) by FeralTuxedo human au, aziraphale is a famous actor who stars in a music video for crowley and anathema's rock band

The Bizarre Demons of AZ Fell & Co Antique Booksellers by WorseOmens good omens x buzzfeed unsolved crossover that makes me laugh every time

Raspberry Ripple by FeralTuxedo human au, crowley watches aziraphale eat ice cream on a bench every day at lunch, and devises a plan to go sit with him one day. another laugh out loud

First Thing In The Morning by FeralTuxedo human au, aziraphale is a famous author who bumps into childhood friend/crush crowley at a book signing.

(sobs omg im sorry for so much feraltuxedo i can't get enough of their fics)

Celestial Bodies by Justkeeptrekkin canon compliant, getting together, beautiful beautiful prose of nonhuman intimacy

To reveal my heart in ink by chaoticlivi canon compliant, aziraphale starts handwriting crowley letters just because he misses the format. it becomes easier to spill certain feelings on the page and their letters get very saucy n intimate.

Talk about the weather by nightbloomingcereus human au, aziraphale is a weather man meteorologist and crowley is a storm chaser.

If A Man... by Tartan_Temptation human au, crowley has some Alone Time on his balcony in the middle of the night, but someone sees him. so what if i read this every night for a week straight????? don't look at me.

it's probably not worth reccing since it's been removed from ao3 and only accessible after a five round brawl with the waybackmachine in an arby's parking lot, but i have to mention litany in which certain things are crossed out by Ayes/sayesayes changed my brain chemistry and GOD i wish it was still up...........

Im not sure if this was done already but can you do Aoi x Megami fanfic ?

this is one of my favorite ships, theyre so good together. this fic is how i always imagined them meeting, im surprised i havent written it out before.

Btw: i’m working on some longer, council-centric fics rn, so this backstory (with or without the ship) might be part of some of them.

First Meetings

Megami walked through the halls, feet moving quickly. Even in a house as large as hers, it was hard to find quiet. Someone was behind every door, and finding somewhere to sit for a few minutes without being interrupted felt impossible.

Before she knew it, she had reached the opposite side of the house, where her father worked with his employees. She turned and walked out, as not to get in trouble for disturbing his work. As she walked down the long hallway she heard muffled voices behind a door. The meeting room, her brain supplied. She hadn’t known there were other people inside of the house today.

She leaned slightly closer to the door and tried to differentiate the voices. She recognized her father’s, but she had never heard the second voice. Whoever it was sounded feminine and uptight, not all that different from the women her father worked with. She had met most of them on trips to various Saikou Corp. buildings, and this person was very new to her. Curiosity got the best of her, and she put her ear directly against the door. 

“Again, I apologize for my daughter, I just couldn’t leave her home alone,” the new woman said.

Megami heard her father chuckle, clearly trying to sound hospitable. “It’s alright. She’s ten, correct?”

Daughter? Someone brought their daughter to a meeting with her father? Of course, she went to his meetings, but that was different. She was his daughter, she needed to train to take over the company. Bringing your child to a meeting that someone else was hosting was plain rude.

“She just turned eleven, why do you ask?”

“My daughter is around that age, if I retrieve her now they can... entertain each other in the hallway while we finish speaking.”

“Oh, that isn’t necessary, she’s -” the woman said hurriedly, but Megami could already hear her father’s footsteps coming closer and closer to the door.

She backed away quickly and walked as far down the hallway as she could, before turning and heading back, trying to make it look like she was walking toward her father’s office.

Just as she turned around her father opened the door and stepped out of the office. They immediately made eye contact.

“Megami. I was just coming to find you. Follow me in,” he said coldly. Megami was relieved that he didn’t question why she was there and walked into the room after him. The new woman caught her eye first. Tall, stern, and uptight, and at first she seemed just like the other women her father hired. Looking a little closer, she saw the woman fidgeting, shifting from foot to foot, clearly nervous. She noticed the young girl - her daughter - next. She was hunched in her seat, probably looking down at her phone. When she looked up, Megami caught sight of a bandage over her left eye with a small scar peeking out the top of it. 

‘Really. Are these the type of people who will work for this company?’ Megami thought.

“Megami. This is my employee, Ms. Ryugoku -” Megami leaned in to shake her hand, “- and this is her daughter.” The girl stood up and tried to straighten her back. She walked over, shook her hand, and nodded respectfully. 

“You two will leave and keep yourselves busy while the adults talk. Do you understand?” her father said strictly.

The girl nodded quickly. “I understand sir,” Megami replied.

“Good. Now leave, and don’t disrupt anyone.”

They walked out of the office together and her father shut the door loudly behind them. Megami heard the click of a lock and a restart of the voices inside the room.

“So… what should we do?” the girl said.

“I suppose we could walk outside, it will be nice to get some sun.”

“Alright… I’m Aoi by the way,” the girl - Aoi, she reminded herself - said.

“I’m Megami,” she said, smiling lightly. Maybe being near someone wouldn’t be too bad after all.

As they walked and talked outside, Megami found herself relaxing into a new sense of normality. It was almost strange, feeling comfortable while talking to someone, not having to be a perfect person around them. Megami pointed out the different flowers and plants around the area, and Aoi seemed to take interest. At some point in the middle, Aoi handed over her phone and asked Megami to enter her number, to talk to her another time after today. She did, somewhat surprised and flattered by the gesture.

After a few hours of talking, Megami received a message telling both of them to return to her father’s office. They did, and she felt a small pull of sadness rising up in her as she watched Aoi and her mother leave the estate. She didn’t know why she was so taken by this girl she might never see again outside of calls and messages.

Late that night, she laid in bed rethinking the day’s events. There was something about Aoi that was different from all the other children her father made her talk to. She was more… comfortable to be around. They could just talk and ramble instead of having to be prim and proper like at events. She was so much different from the other ‘friends’ her father had brought her. She was loose and calm, and actually fun to be around. Thinking about being around her again made her heart flutter a bit. But it was late, and she was tired, she could figure that out tomorrow.

For the ask game F G H R T please!

tysm anna 🥺🥺💖💖

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

ahhhhhh this is SO hard, you’re getting top three sorry not sorry

in no particular order:

1) from I’ve waited and watered my heart ‘til it grew (the magnus archives, jon and martin):

“Georgie told me once- before the Unknowing, before… before we really understood the gravity of everything- that I needed people around me, to anchor me, as it were. To talk to- to all of you, but I think she also meant you, Martin, specifically. You were always there to anchor me, to listen to me, even when you were neck-deep in Lukas’s business. Even- even when I didn’t think I deserved it.”

Martin looked down at Jon, met his inscrutable and unwavering gaze. “You always deserved it, Jon,” he said, with all the conviction he had.

[i just ahhhh i think i really nailed jon’s voice through all of this fic but martin’s line here specifically. that’s it. that’s the crux of all of it i think.]

2) from my unfinished juno steel amnesia fic (the penumbra podcast, juno and rita):

“Amnesia?” Juno mumbled, looking at Rita for confirmation. “I lost… two years?”

“I mean, yeah, Mister Steel, if the last thing you remember was the Robertson case that was two years ago. And that means you don’t remember anything about Mister Ex-Mayor Takano-Flaherty or the THEIA’s or Mister Ransom or- OH!! This reminds me of that one stream we watched, Boss, with the guy who had his brain sucked out by aliens only they weren’t aliens they were actually a super secret government agency taking away people’s memories; but oh, no, I guess you can’t remember that either, because we watched that one after the case where that lady’s cat exploded after you lost your eye and you were still all sad about Mister Glass again- we should watch that stream, Boss! Especially now that you don’t remember anything either, even though-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up, Rita,” Juno said, waving his hand vaguely, “what was- any of that, if I’m being honest. Ransom and the mayor? We blew up somebody’s cat?”

“I mean technically, the cat blew itself up, Boss.”

[did i mention that i LOVE rita penumbrapodcast? cause i LOVE her and i love to write her she’s so fun and her dynamic with juno is So fun to write, she just talks and i get to run away on my keyboard and let her say whatever her salmon-crunchie flavored heart desires <3]

3) from my bad kids fantasy au unposted wip (dimension twenty, fabian and adaine and gorgug):

Fabian frowned at Gorgug, considering. “Gorgug, we need to duel more often. If I’m going to be Captain, I need to know all my competition- even if they’re my best friend.”

“Aww,” Gorgug smiled down at Fabian, “I’m your best friend?”

“What?” Fabian blinked in confusion, before noticing Gorgug’s widening smile. “You dick-” he punched Gorgug in the shoulder- “you nearly got me! Of course we’re best friends, Thistlespring-”

“What about me?” Adaine asked, watching her boys’ friendly scuffle.

“You’re my best friend, too,” Gorgug said eagerly, “I can have more than one best friend.”

“Well I have dozens of best friends,” Fabian said, never one to be out done. “But, uh, I suppose you two are the- the top of the list. Of my many friends.”

[i simply think.... they!! their dynamic is SO choice if i do say so myself, i just think that old childhood best friends is one of the Best dynamics out there and is sorely underutilized and i am taking it upon myself to solve that problem. you’re welcome, world]

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

i HAVE to write my fics in chronological order, from start to finish bc there are always scenes that i really Want to write and if i write those first then i have No drive or focus to write the Rest of the fic or the context that goes with it, so i make myself write chronologically and use the scenes that im really excited to write as a goal and a driving force to get myself through the other, equally important scenes, that i’m less excited about, otherwise the fic sits half-finished and abandoned in my wip folder, never to see the light of day......

H: How would you describe your style?

truly i Could Not Tell You. ive been told i write how i talk which. yeah. but idk how true that is for my fic/fiction writing? i truly don’t know tell me about my writing style im begging you i don’t know what my style is i just write its just there

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

there aren’t any specific writers that i draw regular, constant inspo from, really? i’m lucky to know and be friends with multiple incredibly talented authors (you, anna grace, chief among them of course) and sometimes when i read a really good fic or story ill get inspired by the author’s style or tone and work off of that; but those beats of inspiration aren’t super common and tend to just lead to short little spurts of writing, most of my longer ideas and wips are products of plot and character inspiration, drawing from my life or the original media itself and less from fic or other writing (shoutout to @nojoyinmudville and @cauldronoflove both for writing SO good that it made me write fanfiction for THEIR fanfiction sfjvnksjfbd)

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

uhhhhhh not off the top of my head? im a sucker for coffeeshop and bakery aus but they always sort of infuriate me bc you can always tell when theyre written by people who have Never Worked In Food Service nor have they KNOWN anyone who’s worked in food service bc they’re always “im the owner of a very popular, well-trafficked bakery and i’m the owner and also the ONLY EMPLOYEE. I BAKE ALL THE BREAD AND PASTRY MYSELF. AND I RUN THE REGISTER AND THE COUNTER. AND I CLEAN THE WHOLE KITCHEN. AND I DO ALL THE FINANCES AND ORDER FORMS AND LEGAL TAPE. I ALSO HAVE TIME FOR A FUFILLING SOCIAL AND ROMANTIC LIFE. SOMEHOW, I SLEEP SOMETIMES.” plese. im begging u people. use your critical thinking skills. or, if all else fails. GOOGLE HOW WORKING IN A COFFEESHOP WORKS. YOU DON’T WORK 6AM- 8PM SHIFTS SIX DAYS A WEEK WITH ONE COWORKER. YOU HAVE SHIFTS. MORE PEOPLE IN THE RUSH HOURS. YOU HAVE DAYS OFF. ahem. anyway. yeah.

this got. so long sorryyyyyy ksjbskjf but thank you a million anna grace ilyyy 💖💖🤧🤧

send me a fanfic ask!! (my ao3 acc is @/grasslandgirl and is linked in my bio!)

Drive-In Saturday

Hi guys! Thank you so much for 700 followers, so I’ve been working on a little fanfic for you all. I hope you enjoy, there will be more to come! Sorry it’s so long. Ship: Stenbrough (mention of Reddie) Word Count: 3004

Stan loved his new job. He had figured a 16 year old boy ought to have a job and stop relying on his parents for everything, so in the late summer, right before starting his junior year, he applied to the old record shop downtown, Archie’s All Time Hits. To Stan’s surprise he was accepted after only a few days since applying and was eager to start. He’d been working a little over a month now and was still just as happy to be there as he was the first day he started. He loved being surrounded by the poster covered walls, with rows of stands filled with any music one’s heart desired. He loved the perfect stream of sunlight that shone through the glass windows across the bins of vinyls each day just before 5 o'clock. He loved the kind people that visited each day and how amazing it felt when someone asked him for advice on what to listen to. He could talk for hours on his favorite albums and recommend the most perfect music for anyone he met. Archie loved having Stan around because he had finally found a young soul that liked and appreciated the music just as much as him. He quickly took Stan under his wing and Stan grew to enjoy music more than he had already thought. One warm October Saturday afternoon, Stan rode his bike to work as he often did. The leaves crunched beneath the wheels as the wind rustled through his soft brown curls. Six Different Ways by The Cure played from his mixtape through the headphones of his Walkman that was clipped onto his jeans. The song reminded him of the Losers. He missed them a lot. With the amount of time he had been working lately, he couldn’t spend as much time as he wanted to with his best friends. He still spent the free time he had with them but often it was difficult to juggle all of his responsibilities and seeing his friends. Bill was the only one that Stan saw much more often than the others. Stan often rode to his house after work to do homework or even just see him. Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy played as Stanley arrived at the record shop, thinking of Bill as he parked his bike. Stan slid the headphones down off his ears as he walked through the door. “Hey Archie,” he said as he headed towards the back room to put his backpack down. Archie nodded his way while looking up from a bin he was reorganizing. He walked back to the front just as a customer arrived which he gladly went to assist. Stan went about his usual responsibilities for the next few hours; helping customers, organizing bins, and bringing out the new vinyls to the front. The shop closed at 5 on Saturdays and Archie had already left, leaving Stan to finish out the day. The shop had been quiet most of the day with only a few customers coming in to browse.  At around 4:30, the store finally received some customers. Stan was crouching on the ground organizing a bin of Beatles vinyls while humming Alphaville’s Forever Young that was playing from the record player in the back, when he heard the little bell above the door ring. “Good afternoon, i’ll be right with you,” Stan said finishing up the bin. “Stan the fucking man, what a place this is.” Stan whipped around to see Richie walk through the door with the remaining five losers following close behind. “Guys what are you doing here? I thought you were all going to the movies?” Stan said walking over to greet them. “We’ve been missing our favorite curly haired friend while he’s been working hard,” Bev said to which she received a taunting “Hey!” from Richie as he pointed to his mess of black curls atop his head. “You guys are the best,” Stan beams. All the losers disperse through the rows looking for vinyls for themselves. Bev heads towards a Stevie Nicks bin but is distracted when she notices a stray New Kids On The Block record that she teasingly calls Ben over to show and Mike follows to join in the jokes. Richie pulls Eddie’s hand towards the back bins full of bands such as The Cure, Joy Division, and Queen. “Richie! I wanna look at the people I like,” Eddie whines. “Eds, I love you and all but I can’t deal with anymore discussion on The Yo-Yos or Wo-Hos, or No-Nos or whatever their damn names are, I need some actual good music” Richie pleads, receiving a serious eye roll from Eddie. “Its the Go-Gos,” Eddie says annoyed. “And don’t call me that! I only wanted to look at The Smiths anyways,” he pouts. “Well shit, Eds, you know they’re my favorite,” Richie beams down at Eddie as he throws his arm around his shoulder, squeezing him tight, then dragging him along. Stan stands back, watching his friends enjoy themselves talking about the music he too is so passionate about. As he looks around he notices one loser off on their own, Bill. He stops a moment and just admires Bill. The way his hands glide over the cover of the records package, as his gleaming eyes follow over the old Elton John record he’d found. The ray of sun that Stan loved so much falling perfectly on Bills cheek, giving him an ethereal glow. As Bill went to brush the single strand of dark hair that had fallen over his eye, he looked up to meet the dark eyes of Stan watching him. A slight rush of heat filled Stans cheeks as he was caught, but he simply smiled at the boy and made his way over to him. “Elton John?” Stan asks as he approaches. “I-I was just l-looking,” Bill stammers with a small laugh and a gleam in his eyes that was familiar to Stanley. As Bill goes to set the vinyl back where it goes, he accidentally knocks a few onto the ground. “S-shit, im sorry.” “Don’t worry about it,” Stan says as they both reach down to pick up the fallen records. Reaching for one of the albums, his hand falls upon Bills as he reaches for the same one. They both look up to see the others eyes right in front of theirs. They stay there a moment before Stan breaks the stare and coughs a bit, letting go of the album. Both boys cheeks fill with a slight red as Bill stands up first. As Stan picks up the last of the vinyls and sets them back where they belong, he spots an Aladdin Sane album. His eyes light up as he quickly grabs it, it’s his favorite. He eyes the album in his hand a moment before turning to Bill. “Hey, uh, have you ever heard of David Bowie?” Stan mumbles. “H-have I heard of h-him? He’s m-my favorite,” Bill says as his eyes light up in a way similar to how Stans did when first eyeing the album. Stan smiles down at the album, the album he listened to when Bill popped into his head. The album he listened to when he was riding home from Bill’s house after an afternoon of movie watching. The album he listened to when he couldn’t sleep at night and needed happy thoughts. “Stan?” Bill asks, breaking him from his daydreams. “Oh, uh, sorry about that, I was just, thinking about, uh..” he stumbles. Stan has never blushed so many times in such a short amount of time. “T-these love songs make y-you t-think of someone, S-Stanley boy?” Bill teased while patting Stan’s shoulder. Stans blush deepened even more. If only Bill knew. Bill stood there smiling at Stan with that sparkling white smile that made Stan melt. “They make me think of Eddie’s mom, Billy Boy,” Richie interjects as him and Eddie walk by on their way to the next aisle. “Richie what the hell?” Stan yells after him as he watches the two boys run down another aisle, hand in hand. Eddie playfully hits Richies shoulder and rolls his eyes right before Richie leans down to kiss Eddie on the forehead and he instantly perks up again. God, did Stan want something like that. Richie and Eddie were so open with how much they loved each other, why couldn’t him and Bill be like that? But Stan knew why, Bill didn’t love him like that. At least he didn’t think he did. “I-I can’t stand him,” Bill laughs. “I don’t e-even r-remember what we were s-saying.” Thank God. Stan thought to himself. Richie may be an annoying asshole, but at least he just saved him from that awkward conversation. How could he tell Bill that he’s the one he thinks about when he listens to those dumb love songs. He quickly thought of how to reply without reminding Bill of his teasing question. “You were just about to tell me your favorite song from this album,” he said, gesturing towards the vinyl in hand. The approach was slightly flirty but subtle enough he hoped Bill wouldn’t think twice about it. Thankfully, he didn’t. “Oh y-yeah. I really l-like Drive-In Saturday, a-and The P-Prettiest Star,” he answered. “It’s s-so hard to pick a-a favorite t-though, I l-love everything B-Bowie sings.” “How did I never know this? We both love Bowie and somehow we never knew about it,” Stan joked. “I think I have an idea.” Stan grabbed Bill’s hand before he had a chance to even give a reply. He led Bill through the aisles of bins, stopping at one to grab a pile with his left hand, and continuing dragging him towards the back. Stan leads Bill into the small employees room in the back of the shop. There’s a small couch in the corner where Archie takes his midday naps, a coffee table by the window with a single chair, and a record player laying on the floor with Stan’s backpack dumped out and his records surrounding it. Stan’s Alphaville vinyl still sat under the needle- he hadn’t had time to flip it since he was distracted by his visitors. “I guess I could give you a Archies Insider experience,” Stan jokes as he sets the records down on the coffee table and then gestures towards the room with his now open hand. He hadn’t realized they were still holding hands but he wasn’t going to be the one to pull away. Bill continued to hold his hand as he looked around the small room then led Stan towards the record player on the ground. He let go of his hand as he bent down. “Are t-these all y-yours?” Bill asks, picking up the scattered albums and looking over each carefully. “Uh, yeah,” he replied. Bill continues to take all the vinyls in. He picks the needle up off of the now still Alphaville record and puts it back to the beginning and listens to the first few notes of Forever Young as it restarts. He closes his eyes, taking in the tune, and when he reopens his eyes, he looks up at Stan and starts jokingly singing along. “Let’s dance in style, let’s dance for a while,” he starts. Stan bursts out laughing but can’t help and stare at the boy sitting on the ground making the cutest fool of himself. “Heaven can wait we’re only watching the skies” he continues as he stands up. Bill grabs Stans hands and begins swaying around him while continuing to belt the song. “Wow I can’t believe I get an exclusive private show from Alphaville themselves!” Stan teases. Bill stops his singing and plops on the couch. “A-are you s-surprised? Your b-best friend is s-secretly f-famous!” he jokes back. Bill was out of breath from his performance, singing and hopping around the room was hard work. While he caught his breath, Stan took the vinyl off the record player and dug through the pile he had brought in with him. He pulls out the Aladdin Sane album they talked about before, placed it on the deck, and lowered the needle onto the record. Drive-In Saturday began playing quietly through the players speakers. “M-My favorite,” Bill practically whispered. He was still slouched on the couch, closing his eyes once more, but this time he kept them closed. He hummed along to the tune as he swayed his head back and forth to the beat. Stan stared for a while, not on purpose, but because he couldn’t take his eyes off the peaceful boy. He’d never seen Bill so relaxed, and he seemed so into the music filling the room. Stan was still staring in awe when Bill opened his eyes. For a moment Stan thought Bill would be weirded out or confused, but he just smiled at Stan and motioned to the spot on the couch next to him. Stan rose from his spot on the ground where he was sitting and hesitantly made his way towards the couch. Bill sat up enough for him to sit next to him and curled his feet up towards himself. “So you r-really like w-working here don’t y-you?” Bill asked. “Of course. I love being able to work somewhere where it doesn’t feel like I’m actually working. I love being surrounded by all the music and I’ve learned so much from Archie, I’m so thankful,” Stan starts and he didn’t finish there. He kept rambling on about the new artists he had found, and the people he meets. He mentions the story about the old woman who came in a few days ago and talked for a whole hour with him. He talked about the young girl he helped find a present for her mothers birthday. And he talked about the young boy who came in and said he wanted to be just like him and gushed over the Walkman clipped to Stans jeans. Bill just sat and listened. He loved listening to Stan talk and watching his dark eyes twinkle with excitement while his soft brown curls bopped up and down with each slight movement. He was put into a place of peace as he watched Stan talk about something he was so passionate about. The soft melodies of David Bowie still played in the back, adding to Bills sense of happiness. “I just talked about myself for way too long,” Stan finally laughed. “I didn’t even notice how long it was until that vinyl went quiet. I’m so sorry.” “N-No, t-that’s okay, I l-like just l-listening,” Bill replied. Stan got up to flip the record but as he walked over, he noticed the clock on the wall. “Oh my God. It’s almost 6 o’clock. The shop closes at 5, where’s everyone else,” Stan rushes through the curtain separating the back room from the main store with Bill following closely behind. They enter the shop and notice everyone was gone. “Well that’s weird, they’re gone and didn’t even mind to tell us” “Do you n-need help c-closing up?” Bill asked as he walked to the front of the counter where Stan went behind the counter to lock the register. “Wait S-Stan, look w-what I f-found.” “What is it?” he asked, looking up from the register. “To Stan the Man and B-Billy Boy,” he began, reading from the piece of paper that had been laying on the counter. “Bills singing w-was so bad we had to l-leave immediately because E-Eddies ears began to b-bleed. Signed Trashmouth and the L-Losers” “What the hell, he’s a little ass,” Stan laughed as he grabbed the paper from Bills hands. He flipped over the sheet of paper and noticed more scribbled on the back. “Richies a dick, you two have fun, we went to see that movie. Don’t have too much fun though, who knows whats happening back behind the curtain. Signed Bev with a half-assed winky face next to it?” “They’re s-so w-weird,” Bill laughed. “I don’t k-know what they’re e-expecting us t-to do.” “Yeah, what the hell, maybe we can catch that movie though?” Stan said. “Only i-if we h-have a bike r-race on the w-way there,” he jokes back. Stan runs to the back to grab his bag and locks the door of the shop on the way out. Both boys rush to their bikes and start pedaling towards the Aladdin in the center of the town. “I don’t know how you expect to win this race on that grandma bike,” Stan yelled to Bill as he sped past him on one of the turns. Bill started speeding up and caught up to Stan just in time. The boys jokingly trash talked each other as they sped through the streets of Derry. “See I told you she couldn’t win,” Stan yelled back as the Aladdin came into view. Bill sped up right as he said and finished before him. “Or maybe she can win…How do you always do that?” “Gotta put some f-faith in good ol S-Silver,” Bill chuckled. The boys both hopped off their bikes and walked towards the front of the Aladdin. “H-Hey S-Stan?” Bill said softly, looking down at the ground as he spoke. “Yeah Bill?” he answered? Bill kept his eyes down as if he was nervous of what he had to say. Stan stood there patiently, worried of what Bill might have to say to him. Was he mad? Did he know Stan liked him? Was their friendship ruined? Just as Stan was caught in worry, Bill looked up into Stan’s eyes and quickly leaned in and kissed Stan on the lips. “Uh-I-ya-um,” Stan stuttered, not knowing what to say. “Hey, I-I’m the one w-with the s-stutter h-here, I’m sorry I-” Stan cut him off as he leaned in for one more kiss. “Don’t be,” Stan said as he pulled away, grabbing his hand to lead him into the Aladdin where their friends awaited