#my boy got to wear his comic crown!
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Love your writing! Could we please do a cute pregnant reader x Pedro going to and at the SAG awards in honour of our boy winning! 🤍🙏🏼
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x pregnant!reader
a/n: this is how i found out he won btw. I'm so happy for him i cant even, I just love that fucking guy gosh ahhhh (as always this request skipped the line bc it wouldnt make sense in a month)
Gif credits: @tessas-thompson
"thank you" you told him as he emerged from underneath your bump after having slipped your shoes on for you.
Turns out that when you're 7 months and a half pregnant, the most basic tasks like putting on shoes become a two person job.
He only smiled, kissing your belly and then your lips before standing up, offering you a hand to do the same.
"Heels would have looked much better with this dress" you pouted, studying yourself in the mirror,
You hated ballerinas, but again, you weren't really in the condition to wear anything else.
"You look stunning sugar" he promised, kissing the crown of your head
You couldn't help but snort.
As much as he told you so over and over, together with everyone else in your life... you still struggled to see it, especially now in this uncomfortable dress.
"I look like a stuffed turkey" you sighed "and my boobs are so much bigger than when I first tried this dress, now they look a move away from spilling out"
His eyes twinkled with kindness, with love as he placed his hands on your waist and turned you towards him, away from your reflection.
"You're beautiful sweetheart" he promised, one hand now stroking your cheek as your own hands went to his waist "You're sexy and gorgeous and so fucking hot that if Coco wasn't still here I would demonstrate just how much right here right now" he growled, not giving you time to answer before he kissed you, soft at first, and then once you whimpered, it was like a switch turned and he was fiery and passionate and his left hand trailed to your ass and-
"Pedro!" you scolded him quietly, eyeing Coco on the other side of the room.
"she's seen worse"
She had.
Nonetheless, he took a step back, returning his hand to your waist.
"Thank you" you murmured, looking up into his hazel eyes "and by they way, you look very beautiful too"
You could have sworn you saw red staining his cheeks
"thank you baby"
You adjusted his shirt, as you got lost in your own mind.
There he was, you beautiful, talented, Emmy, golden globe and SAG award nominated husband, looking every bit as perfect as ever.
And just like that, tears pooled in your eyes
"what's wrong?" he asked, worried
"I just-" you sniffled, trying to fight the tears as your lips trembled "I-I'm so proud of you"
"aw sweetheart" he cooed, half laughing as he wrapped you into his arms.
He'd gotten used to it now, taking care of your over-emotional self was part of his daily routine.
"Y-you just" you cried "you worked so hard a-" another quiet sob "and n- now you're finally getting the recognition you deserve I-"
"I know baby, I know" he cooed, softly kissing the top of your head "thank you" he smiled, his fingers drawing soothing circles on your back "It means a lot to me too,"
"I love you" you murmured, finally raising your head to look at him
"I love you too honey" he kissed you, laughing softly as he pulled back to see tears still running down your cheeks "You're gonna cry the whole night, aren't you?"
"I made the makeup artist use only waterproof products" was your way of saying yes, yes I'm going to, and yes I've already planned ahead
He chuckled, kissing your forehead as his hands trailed to your bump, soft kicks hitting his palms.
"She's excited" he murmured
"She's proud of her daddy too"
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Pedro Pascal.
Pedro Pascal.
Pedro P-
Your husband. they had called your husband.
It was probably comical from the outside, seeing the shock on both your faces as you stared blankly at each other, the way your mouth gaped open, while he slapped a hand onto his, it was like- it was like time had stopped, and the word went completely quiet, until- until-
"oh my god" you breathed, throwing your arms around him and hugging him so tight it probably hurt
He didn't dare speak a word as you leaned away, landing a kiss on his mouth as you gripped his face
"go" you laughed, grinning like an idiot as tears glimmered into your eyes "go" you urged again, this time, having him comply.
You watched every step, every move, until he was right in front of the microphone, his award in his hands.
"This is umh" he mumbled "This is wrong for a number of reasons-"
he was in shock, his voice trembling, his eyes watery, but he kept going
"b-but thank you hbo, Bella Ramsey, Craig Mazin, Neil Drukman, Frannie, and -" A shaky sigh fled his mouth, as he chuckled to himself "jeez louise I'm making a fool of myself and my wife is gonna make so much fun of me for it and-"
All the sudden his eyes were on you,
"my wife" he smiled, his smile brighter than the sun "I wanna thank my beautiful, amazing, intelligent, and perfect wife" he said "I love you y/n, I love you and our daughter more than anything in this world and if I'm here today- If I'm here today is mostly because of you"
You were shaking from how hard you were crying, from how happy, ecstatic, and euphoric you were for him.
"You've made me the happiest man on this earth, you've made me a dad, you- you're my everything sweetheart" he beamed "so thank you"
He stopped a moment, as if realizing only now this had all really happened
"And now I'm gonna stop talking 'cause I need to get down there to kiss you and try to make you stop crying" he laughed, ending his speech
"thank you, everybody, really, thank you"
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He did exactly as he said,
he held you tight as he kissed you like the world was gonna end tomorrow, like if he didn't he was gonna die
And when he leaned away- when he leaned away time stopped once again, but as he pressed his forehead to yours, as you lost yourself in each other's eyes, you remembered
"You said it was wrong" you said, both your hands holding his face "but it's not" you shook your head, watching his eyes water "you deserve this baby, you do"
"sweetheart-"
"no" you shut him off, your voice hoarse from the sobs, but it didn't matter, you wanted him to know, you needed him to know "No I need you to understand that you do baby" You smiled "that you worked your ass off and that you deserve every single inch of this award" you took a deep breath, steadying your voice as you looked at him, so many unspoken words traveling between you
"ok?" you asked, finally
"ok" he beamed, kissing you again "God I love you so much"
#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal x f!reader#pedro pascal blurb#pedro pascal fluff#pedro pascal x fem reader#sag awards 2024#pedro pascal one shot#pedro pascal x fem!reader#Pedro Pascal#pedro pascal fic#pedro pascal smut#pedro pascal x female reader#sag awards#pedro pascal fanfic#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal imagine#dad!pedro pascal#the last of us#joel miller#tlou#the mandalorian#javier peña#pedro pascal x you#pedro pascal x y/n#fluff#pedrohub#jose pedro balmaceda pascal#pedrito#pedro pascal x gn reader
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a little modern au halloween party comic featuring prince sebastian and sir konstantine (and julient) of the grey circle :) if I find time to do a part two I will !
[image ID: a four page digital comic featuring sebastian, a young thin person with pale skin and shaggy shortish black hair, and konstantine, a tall buff guy with tan skin and long copper hair in a bun and a short beard, as well as julient, an average build man with light brown skin and short black hair. they're at a halloween house party where sebastian is sulking alone in the kitchen until he is interrupted by konstantine. transcription begins:
sebastian stands alone holding a cup in a crowded room, wearing a golden costume crown and a blue jumper.
sebastian: (thinking) sigh. what am I doing here?
a flashback shows julient in a prince costume, putting his crown on sebastian, both smiling as julient touches sebastian's neck and jaw.
s: (thinking) I should have known julient would ditch me. how did I let him talk me into this?
konstantine: (approaching with a cardboard sword and paldrons) oi! s'cuze me, your highness.
s: (thinking) oh great. a drunk jock. just my luck. (out loud) what're you supposed to be?
k: pssht. a knight, obviously.
s: hmp. I would've guessed barbarian, or maybe caveman.
k: (confused) uh... pardon?
s: maybe it's the beard, or all the tape you used on that "costume."
k: (poking with his sword) sorry, do I know you?
s: (flicking the sword away) no, and I think we ought to keep it that way. ta.
k: (annoyed and reaching behind sebastian) look, "my lord," I was only trying to get behind you for a drink, yeah? calm down. (leaning over sebastian) hang on, I think I do know you.
s: I think you're mistaken—
k: no no, I'm great with faces. wait, don't tell me... (surprised) oh fuck! you're cyrus tarragon's boy, aren't you? like, richest guy in all of mirideth cyrus tarragon?
s: (whispering to himself) so much for "an evening as a normal uni student" ... I'm so going to kill julient—
k: you and I have english together, right?
s: you mean gothic lit?
k: yeah, with dr. sedir. stephan, right?
s: ...sebastian.
k: (holding out his hand) I'm konstantine.
s: (after staring at his hand for a moment and not taking it) well, it's been a riot, konstantine, but I'm afraid I've got to be going now— (muttering) just as soon as I find my ghost of a roommate—
someone out of frame: heeeeeyy sebastian~ my stars, fancy seeing you here. it's been quite a while, hasn't it?
end transcription and end ID.]
#comic#comics#halloween#gay#queer#prince#knight#modern au#enemies to lovers#the grey circle#fantastic#prince sebastian#sir konstantine#sebastian tarragon#art#illustration#oc#ocs#oc art#original comic#it's a little late but oh well#sebastian
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@taters-for-tots ranks more dc characters: this time heroes
learning from our past mistakes, this version will be one long post.
once again, all opinions belong to
Superman (5/10)
"This kind is better because he's... he's just more wide, do you understand? he's more superman cause he's just very wide."
"Superman is like custard... and I won't elaborate on that."
"He's just. There's not many things you can say about him, everything's already been said. And also because he's a boring white boy. I am more interesting than superman."
"I haven't seen a superman who looked over the age of thirty in so long... this is what we should be doing. Superman should be a tired older man."
"Overwhelmingly average"
"The wonderbread of superheros, mostly in the color scheme."
2. Batman (6/10)
"We have discussed this before, but we need to bring up the duality of his ears..."
*looks up bat*
"order of flying mammals, that sounds like they're an organization" (Rex note: I don't think he knows what taxonomy is, but that's gonna be a shock for another day).
"what kind of bat is batman supposed to be. that's my question."
"'The batman cannot be comprehended and therefore cannot be stopped' I think I could stop him pretty easily. He can definitely be comprehended, I'm comprehending him right now! look at that, it's batman!"
"I'm just so desensitized to batman cause he's like. Everywhere."
(BTAS specific)
"Batman the animated series is so wild because- okay I love his design because he's so ANGULAR. This man is a POLYGON. that's just how things were in the 30s 50s 90s."
*rants about mickey mouse vs batman for about a minute straight*
"I know there were different rating systems when BTAS came out, but it's wild to be watching an animated PG series and seeing the joker fully pull out a machine gun and start SHOOTING at him. It's even MORE wild when he pulls out a pistol! And then it's not the little flag-gag like you expect, and he actually SHOOTS him!"
"I also think they got the length of his ears right on this one."
3. Wonder Woman (9/10)
"This crown design is. Goddamn."
"Wonder Woman is pretty cool. I have a Wonder Woman cape in my closet. I just think that she's pretty neat. I thought the Wonder Woman movie that came out recently- (rex note: it was 7 years ago) was pretty good!"
"I think it's cool that she's got her initials not once but twice on her outfit, and doesn't use a lot of weapons. She's got her lasso and her cuffs, and other than that she's just kinda punching people and that's awesome. And no one asked but she would beat captain america in a fight."
"Original comic wonder woman is also cool. She just always looks neat."
"The CALVE strength this woman must have to be doing all of this in high heels must be insane and I appreciate her so much for that."
"DC Superhero Girls newest version isn't very good because they made her too spindly, but this version looks like a person."
4. Martian Manhunter (guy/5)
"Hello?? who is this guy?? what's um... why is... what. who?"
*hearing his name without seeing spelled*
"John... Jones... Is his name???"
5. Flash (7/10)
"I want these boots. let it be known that I want these boots. Him eating a burger while running very fast.
"a lot of the rating for the boots, and the rest because his name is barry"
"I think it's fun that they were like- these other heroes have all these things like Superman has X-ray vision and flight, and Batman has grappling hooks and tech, and Wonder Woman is a GODDESS, and he just. He go fast and that's who he is."
"He's just a guy. He's just a little man. I like his little ear lightning bolts. Sometimes I forget that's what they're supposed to be and I think he's just wearing bluetooth headsets on both ears for some reason"
"I'd very much like to know what's going on here."
"This might've been a joke but... is there a reverse flash? What's his deal? I like to think that he runs really slow and it doesn't benefit him at all."
7. Cyborg (6.5/10)
"He's a guy. For sure. I don't know what's happening here where the skin on his fingers is all- like- crinkly? That's weird. But otherwise I think he's pretty cool. He's got a nice color scheme going on, I'll give him that."
"There's a cyborg guy, right? Is his name just cyborg?"
"I think he looks cool. It's a neat design, I just think he looks neat. yeah. I think he's pretty cool. I remember him mostly from the justice league ride at six flags because there's a really creepy animatronic of him standing outside the ride."
"Neat idea for a character, IDK a whole lot about of him, but he looks pretty cool."
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And that is all for now, once again don't shoot the messenger for these opinions, @taters-for-tots is the one who called superman the "wonderbread of superheroes."
#rex's taters tag#rex's dc journey#dc#justice league#batman#superman#wonder woman#the flash#cyborg#martian manhunter
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what crane wives songs are on the danger days playlists. pretty please i wanna know
IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED
etho's playlist has "little soldiers" on it, specifically for these lines
It was a march we made towards ruin and despair
But we held hands all the while
I fought with tooth and nail before the flag had flown
But you were already gone
grian's has "volta" on it for many reasons, esp the chorus :)
I think I'm ready to be here
I wanna be found
I think I'm ready to be here
Tie me down, tie me down
and pearl's has "queen of nothing," again for many reasons but ESPECIALLY the chorus
Isn't this what you wanted?
Time sure feels like it's running out
Just finish what you started
Queen of nothing
Wearing such a heavy crown
cleo has "high horse" on their playlist for SO. MANY. REASONS. high horse is a very cleo song TO ME.
I keep tallies
I keep score
I'm a petty thing on a high, high horse
You've got your mouth open
I hold my tongue
There's so many things that we can't ignore
bonus mentions under the cut
so joel doesnt have any crane wives on his playlist but he DOES have an old brobecks song that isnt on spotify, "everyone's a jerk," for the pure vibes of it. like yeah joel DOES think everyone except for himself is a jerk.
scar has "bob dylan" by fall out boy on his playlist!! also "debt collector" by jhariah. yes i know exactly how many h's are in jhariah. his playlist is very underdeveloped tbh asdgfhghtdfc
every day, i fight myself on not adding more fall out boy to any of the playlists. for an au based on an mcr album & tie-in comic book, so many fall out boy songs apply to my characters
#khaos.qna#danger days au#every time i listen to them faller boys im like 'oh this fits the ddau!'#and then i stop myself because there is already too much fallerboys on my ddau playlists
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last one is for @corynofhoole 's reply "D for bba (anyone)"
🎃 Misi's Surreal Halloween Mini Fics 🎃
D. Subtle kindness.
“Thanks, Professor! You’re the best!”
“It’s nothing,” the short boy says coyly and clasps his toolkit shut.
“No, I mean it! You’re always helping everyone out.”
“For real,” Hiromi complies with Takao’s comment, “this team would so be in shambles without you.”
Professor gives them a small smile. “Well, a team needs to stick together.”
He crouches to place the kit on the floor. As he does, the pair of round, almost comically big glasses suddenly slip off his forehead. They join the toolkit with clatter.
Hiromi reaches out to grab the glasses for him. “Careful!”
“Oh. Thank you.” He places them right back on the crown of his fringe.
“That floor's dusty as heck. Let me wipe them for you,” Max offers from the other side of the table, hand already on his pocket to get a clean towelette.
“I’d prefer if you didn’t, thank you,” Professor replies. “After all, they are my eyes.”
He gives Max another smile, a subtle one. Something about it feels… off. With the slightest hint of something devious, something queer enough to send a ripple of unease down one's spine; Max lets out a short laugh in response. It rings a nervous note.
“I do always wonder,” Hiromi admits, “why you don’t ever wear them. Like, you know, as glasses.”
Takao then chimes in, bold and prompt: “I bet it’s ‘cause he’s only got one giant eye under all that hair!”
Professor’s quiet smile remains.
“Want to try for yourself?” And suddenly, with Takao's wrist in his grasp, Professor is about to bring his friend’s gloved hand over to his face.
The gesture gives Takao gooseflesh. Uncomfortable with the abrupt and frankly strange suggestion, he yanks his wrist back.
“Uhhh – no. I’m good, thanks.”
They choose to talk about it no more.
And so the glasses remain perched on his head, watching them.
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innocent - richie tozier
↳ content warnings - swearing, violence, angst, mentions of bullying, (brief) uncomfortable touching, sex jokes, mentions of underage drinking.
↳ 12k word count. i got really carried away.
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they we thirteen when richie met y/n.
richie, eddie, bill, and stan were fucking about at the quarry as usual under the warm almost-summer sky. richie had abandoned his glasses and disgusting floral shirt to chase eddie into the water, and bill and stan were sat by some rocks talking over some homework they had to do. a typical afternoon for the boys.
and then she turned up.
richie could hear eddie murmuring about a girl walking down towards the quarry, and he doesn’t think he’s moved so fast out of the water to grab his glasses in his life. almost tripping on one of the rocks as he stumbled over to his shirt and glasses he threw them on his face, hurriedly pulling the shirt on over his shoulders too. he glanced up after a moment, watching a girl walk down the path towards the quarry. a girl he’d never seen before.
was she new here, or had he just never seen her before? richie wasn’t the most observant person out there, to be fair. he had much better things to worry about than whoever was attending their school, like tease eddie or read a comic or tease eddie some more. although he absolutely would pay way more attention if all of the girls at his school were as pretty as she was. he doubted he’d ever seen someone so pretty in derry of all places, especially not someone who was literally walking towards him either. had she not seen that the boys were there or was she coming over to say hello?
as she walked closer, richie realised he hadn’t seen somebody so presentable at their school before. the girl was wearing a blue summer dress that came down to her knees, not a stain or crease on the material in sight. her hair was pulled back into two neat braids, no stray hairs sticking out. friendship bracelets and charms hung off of her wrists and in one of her hands she was carrying a handful of flowers. had she literally just stepped out of the pages of some fairytale?
“bill!” she called with a smile as she got closer, and richie’s mouth hung open as he turned to bill.
“bill? you know this chick?” richie gawked.
“sh-she’s new here, i said she could- could join us.” bill answered, shooting richie his “don’t you dare do anything stupid” look.
by this point eddie had climbed out of the water himself to see the new addition to the group and stood next to richie, getting an elbow to the side as soon as he was stood there.
“this is y/n.” bill smiled, gesturing to the girl as she finally reached them, flowers in one hand as she used her other to give a small wave to the group.
“you’re fuckin’ catching flies, dude.” eddie elbowed richie, who quickly closed his mouth when he realised he’d left it hanging open that whole time.
y/n smiled shyly at the group, with a quiet mumbled “hi” as she shuffled nervously on her feet.
adorable was the first word that came to richie’s mind.
after all introductions had taken place (richie had spluttered out his name and shook her hand a little too hard) they all settled with sitting on some rocks by the edge of the water. y/n ended up sitting between richie and bill, and once they were sat down she carefully sat the flowers she had picked in her lap and begun to make a flower crown as the boys spoke.
yep, richie decided she was out of a fairytale.
as y/n spent more and more time with the boys, she slowly but surely came out of her shell. it took a while, though. at first she’d only really speak to bill, and then stan as they were in the same english class. no wonder she seemed so innocent, richie realised, she was younger than the rest of them. the new baby of the group.
after around a month she had proper conversations with richie (“i like the flowers on your shirt they’re really pretty” “no thank you, i’m afraid of heights, jump without me” “hey can you hold these flowers for me?”). after around a month of knowing her was the first time he made her laugh; a very proud moment in his books.
ben, mike, and beverly had found their own ways into the group at that point, which made it easier for y/n having other new people there. the group were all sat down in the clubhouse ben had made, with y/n perched on the edge of the hammock that richie had let her sit in instead of himself whilst he leaned against the post beside it (“richie you never let anybody have your turn-“ “shut up, can’t i just be a gentleman?”).
richie had been staring at the same part of the wall for a while now, thinking about the way y/n’s tiny hand had fit in his own as he helped her into the clubhouse, how she had smiled brightly and thanked him after with a gentle touch on his arm.
“hey, rich? you’re getting away from us, dude.”
looking back at eddie richie just shook his head. “i’m just thinking of sonia, dear eds. boy the things that woman does to me.”
as eddie started cussing at him and a few of the other losers chuckled, it was the soft giggle to his left that caught his attention. he glanced up to see y/n smiling as she giggled, and richie smiled to himself as he turned away, a proud and warm feeling in his chest.
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by the time they were fourteen, y/n had opened up a lot to him, and he knew so much more about her. richie knew that y/n liked rainy days more than sunny ones because of the smell after rain. he knew that pink was her favourite colour and pink flowers happened to be the best thing that existed to her. he knew that she didn’t like the dark or spiders, though loved cats and rabbits. he also knew that she was quite possibly the prettiest girl to walk the earth, not that he’d tell her that.
when richie and the rest of the boys had gotten to the quarry on the first day of summer, y/n and beverly were already there. the latter had already stripped off into her underwear to jump into the water, though y/n was sat off to the side, preparing to watch them all jump again. for the whole year that y/n had been with them she didn’t jump once. she watched everyone else jump into the water before she made her way down from the cliff safely to get into the water from the ground.
richie decided that today was the day she’d jump.
as the rest of them walked up to beverly, pulling off shirts and kicking off shoes, richie crouched by where y/n was sat on a rock with a grin. his up to no good grin.
“hi rich.” y/n greeted with a smile as she smoothed out her dress. she was wearing her pink one that richie thought looked the best on her.
“hey doll,” he greeted, the nickname slipping without a care. he rarely called her by her name anymore. “what do you think about jumping with the rest of us today?”
richie watched as he smile changed into a grimace, and she shook her head. “no richie, i don’t like heights.” she frowned.
“come on, the jump only lasts for a second and then you’re in the water,” he told her, watching as she eyed beverly as she jumped before anybody else. she didn’t look back at richie until she had heard the splash of beverly hitting the water. “look, i’ll hold onto you the whole time, okay? i won’t let go of you.” he promised.
y/n sighed, her fingers messing with the hem of her skirt as she pondered the offer. two more splashes filled the air, mike and stan now in the water.
“i don’t know…”
splash splash splash. eddie, ben, and bill.
y/n met richie’s eyes with her own, and after a moment she sighed and nodded. fuck yeah.
“fine, okay. but you have to promise to not let me go, rich. please.” she held out her pinkie towards him. y/n took pinkie promises very seriously.
“okay, i promise.” richie nodded with a grin, locking his pinkie with hers for a moment before he pulled away and jumped to his feet, tugging off his shirt and throwing it into the pile of clothes that the rest of the losers had made. by the time he had completely undressed he turned back to y/n and watched as she hung her dress on the branch of a tree, knowing she didn’t want to get it dirty. she dropped her white frilled socks onto the rock she had been sat on as well as her polished shoes, before she turned back to face him in just her underwear and the golden heart-shaped locket she never seemed to be without. her underwear was pink and had bows on and he had to try so hard to not look down at her. instead he reached his hand out for hers, and watched as she timidly took it.
“please don’t let go of me.” y/n stopped when she was at the edge and leaned over to look down. she cringed and looked back at at richie.
“i won’t, swear on eddie’s mom’s life.” he crossed over his heart with his free hand and watched as she giggled quietly.
“okay.” she nodded, smiling.
richie let go of her hand and stepped closer to her, locking his arms around her waist. though before he could jump he felt her shift so she was facing him instead. her smaller arms locked around his body and she felt her face pressed into his neck with the height difference. oh god, she was so warm and her hair smelled nice and her arms were around him and-
“rich?” her timid voice asked, cutting off his train of thought. “can you count from three?”
“yeah,” richie cleared his throat and nodded, trying to ignore how her arms tightened around him. “yeah i can do that.”
“three,”
don’t think about how tightly she’s pressed against you.
“two,”
don’t think about how her lips are pressed against your collarbone.
“one,”
don’t think about how you’re holding her.
“NOW!”
richie lifted her up slightly before he jumped, and felt her grip on him immediately grow so much tighter. she screamed as they were falling, her arms never loosening their grip, just as he never loosened his. he normally enjoyed falling; the wind rushing through his hair, the thrill of being in the open, how fun it was to hit the water. but a part of him enjoyed this time that much more, because he had y/n in his arms.
they hit the water and richie finally let go of her so they could swim to the surface. once they were up they could hear cheering from the losers (“fuck yeah y/n!” came from beverly) and y/n found richie’s arm again in the water.
“oh my god- oh- holy shit!” y/n yelled with a laugh, and richie had to laugh at that.
y/n had never sworn before. she’d always been properly mannered, shouting “language” at someone most of the time they cussed. mostly richie, though; he didn’t get the nickname trashmouth for nothing. y/n was good. she didn’t cuss.
eddie yelled a comment about her hanging out with richie too much, and he smirked to himself.
after the jump, richie couldn’t get her out of his head. of course he thought about her all the time before that, she was his friend. his very pretty friend who made him flower crowns and said his hair was soft when she touched it. but now she was all he could think about that. when they were in the clubhouse and he got into the hammock with her because she insisted that there was enough room for the both of them, he could only think about how she was pressed against his side with her head to his shoulder, and how pretty she was when she laughed. when they were in class all he could think of was how pretty the dress was that she wore and how cute she was. even when she wasn’t there, more often than not she was on his mind.
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by the time they were fifteen, richie had a crush on her - not that he’d admit it to himself. although eddie had shouted at him to just ask her out tons of times and stan groaned whenever he started talking about her. but he couldn’t have a crush on her, she was just his friend right?
over that summer, they had changed a lot. richie had completely shot up, now all skinny with lanky limbs and hair that was too big for his head. and y/n - whilst she was still tiny, which he liked to tease her about a lot (“hey shortstack, it’s not hurting your neck looking up at me is it?”) - she had changed too. she started wearing makeup and the summer dresses she wore, once so innocent, now showed richie just exactly how her body had started changing. he couldn’t look down at her at the quarry now or he’d die.
although she had changed, in so many ways she was still the same. she still wore two wrists full of friendship bracelets and her heart-shaped locket at all times. she still made flower crowns at the quarry. she still blushed at richie’s dirty jokes and had the same light giggle whenever she found something he said funny. she was still so innocent.
towards the end of summer, richie had learnt that she’d never been to a party before. a proper party, not some kid’s party where you dressed up and played musical chairs.
he stared at her open-mouthed once she had told him. “what?!” he demanded. “you’ve never been to a party? sweets, you’ve never lived!” he gasped, his hand over his heart like the news was affecting him fatally.
“okay, it’s not that big a deal, rich-“
“not that big a deal? you’ve missed out on like one of the best teenage experiences ever!” richie had his hands on her shoulders at that point, lightly shaking her with every word that left his mouth.
“jeez, rich, she doesn’t have to go.” stan piped in from where he was sat across from richie and y/n in the clubhouse.
there was going to be a huge house party at someone’s house from school that following friday, which is how the topic had even come up. richie being richie loved parties, and had gotten super excited about it. but now he really wanted y/n to go.
“it’s not that i don’t want to go, i do really,” y/n insisted, continuing talking as richie didn’t drop his hands from her shoulders. “it’s just my parents won’t let me. plus it’s late, past my curfew.”
“so sneak out.” richie told her simply, as if it was the most obvious solution.
“i can’t sneak out, rich.”
she snuck out.
granted, it took a lot of convincing to get her to do so. a lot of “oh but i won’t have fun without you” and “your parents won’t even know you’re gone and i’ll get you back on time” and just tons and tons of pouting, but eventually she caved with a quiet “alright richie, stop pretending like you’re gonna die without me.”
that following friday evening, once her parents were asleep and y/n had pretended like she was sleeping, richie was stood underneath her window waiting for her to climb out. he was stood there for so long that he was worried that she had chickened out, though soon enough he watched as she opened her window and saw her smiling down at him. he’d call up some dumb joke towards her if it wasn’t for the fact that she couldn’t get caught.
richie watched as she carefully swung one foot out of the window (and rode her dress so high up doing so he could almost see all of her thigh and holy fucking-) before she swung the other one out, and carefully climbed down. once she’d neared the ground richie moved over, holding his hands out for her to take, which she gripped onto as she jumped the rest of the way down.
getting a proper look at her now that she was stood in front of him richie could have died by the sheer beauty that he was standing in front of. she wore a blue dress that he’d never seen before - shorter than the others she wore, with a neckline that dipped a bit lower than usual, but it still had the same innocent tone to it. her hair was down for once, small curly strands framing her face to make her look angelic. she still wore her friendship bracelets and heart-shaped locket, and she was still just as beautiful.
“wow, look at you,” richie grinned, slinging his arm around her shoulder as she moved over to him. “soon enough we’ll have you robbing banks and hiding bodies,” he snorted, guiding her down the street. “bill’s car isn’t too far away.” as bill was the only one that was sixteen yet, all of the losers borrowed his car.
beverly and mike were getting to the party on their own, so when richie and y/n had reached the car there was only free seat. y/n usually sat on beverly’s lap in the car if there was no space for her, or even stan’s once when bev had been so drunk after finding a bottle of liquor that she had to be sandwiched between ben and mike in the back so she didn’t attempt to get out of the car. though she’d never sat on richie’s before. the thought made him dizzy.
richie opened the back door, seeing eddie in the middle and ben on his other side, with bill and stan in the front. richie looked at the empty seat before he glanced at y/n, who had her bottom lip in between her teeth as she eyed the seat herself.
“well, toots, either you sit in my lap or i sit in yours. and i’ll probably squish you.” richie nudged her arm with his elbow as she smiled at his joke before he climbed into the car (nudging eddie purposely on the way in earning a “fuck off trashmouth” from him).
y/n stood to the side of the car for another moment before she climbed into the car too, swinging her legs over richie’s thighs until she was sat with her back to his chest. she pulled the door shut and as soon as she had his arms were around her, pulling her into his chest as bill started the car again, shooting richie his look through the mirror. what? richie thought defensively. it was simply a matter of her safety, he didn’t want her falling out of his lap.
y/n had her head against her shoulder from where she was leaning back and richie could smell her vanilla shampoo. he swore that he was high.
the car journey had ended all too quickly for richie’s liking, and soon enough the car was parked outside of the house; party already obviously in full swing. the losers emptied the car, with richie getting out last after y/n, and before he could walk inside with her he had bill tugging on his arm to pull him aside. y/n raised her eyebrows a little, before being distracted by beverly running out to meet her, drink in hand.
“bill if you’re about to lecture me like a kid to behave myself at the party-“
“richie, d-do you have a crush on y/n?” bill got straight to the point, and richie’s mouth hung open.
“no!” he defended quickly. “no i- i don’t have a crush on her! on her? really? jeez, bill, how could i ever-“ he cut himself at the look bill was giving him and groaned. “yes i have a crush on her, okay? a huge fat god-she’s-so-pretty-i-just-wanna-kiss-her crush on her.” richie spewed the word vomit so quickly he swore he sounded like eddie.
bill sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. “r-richie, she’s your friend.”
“thanks captain obvious, look at you go.”
“all i’m s-saying is, just be care- careful,” bill told him, another one of his almost parental looks being given to richie. “you know what sh- she’s like-“
“drop dead fucking gorgeous?”
bill glared at him. “naive. j-just don’t hurt her.”
with that bill turned to head into the party, leaving a mouth-agape richie staring at his back as he walked off. don’t hurt her? don’t hurt her? richie couldn’t hurt y/n even if he tried (which he wouldn’t, because he’s not a fucking dick). richie huffed as he walked inside with his arms crossed over his chest. did everyone really think that lowly of him? sure he was rude and brash and never knew when to shut the fuck up, and y/n was probably the most innocent and perfect person on the planet, but did bill really think he could hurt her?
with a huff richie stepped inside, the bass of the loud music vibrating through the house as everyone danced to the music. it didn’t take him too long to find everybody as he wandered through the house, spotting the losers in the kitchen all getting a drink - aside from bill as he had to drive, and y/n because, well, she was y/n.
igmoring bill’s look richie moved to stand beside y/n, leaning against the counter as he grinned at her. “so,” he started, picking up a red solo cup of whatever was inside of it. he didn’t care, ignoring eddie’s “you’re under twenty-one you fucking idiot don’t drink” who was sipping a cola. “party’s not too shabby, huh?”
y/n shrugged, a smile on her face as she reached across the table to grab a glass bottle of cherry cola. after strawberry, cherry was her favourite flavour, richie remembered. “no, it seems really fun. i should get you to convince me to break the rules more often,” she giggled, attempting (and failing) to open her bottle of cola to the point where richie took it from her and opened it himself. “thanks.” she mumbled.
richie looked over his shoulder and saw that bill wasn’t looking at him anymore (thankfully) and had wandered off with bev and ben instead. honestly, richie was used to stan attempting to babysit him (“richie you can’t jump into the quarry from the tree you’ll hurt yourself” “trashmouth don’t you even think about eating that it’s been on the floor” “it’s three in the fucking morning no we can’t go out.”) but not bill. bill was the leader of the group so he usually just took care of everybody as a general thing. of course, since y/n had joined the group he had looked out for her like an older brother, but he’d never babysat her like he was attempting to do with richie.
as y/n sipped on her cola a new song came on (chiquitita by abba, one of her favourites), richie watched as her expression lit up and she reached out instinctively for his arm. “i love this song!” she announced, her bright smile making him smile too. “can we go dance, rich?”
richie didn’t think twice before nodding and curled his fingers around her forearm, gently leading her through the crowd to the living room where everybody seemed to be dancing.
eventually all of the losers had joined them in the living room, in a small circle of their own as they all danced. as the night went on richie observed as y/n let loose more, and he could tell she was really enjoying herself. he danced with her a few times (well really it was dancing next to her, but richie wasn’t one for specifics) and had to endure bill’s glare a good few times when he got a little too close. what was he, her dad?
y/n was giggling when another song came to an end, and slung one arm around richie’s shoulder and the other around stan’s, practically leaning her whole weight onto the two boys. “that was fun,” she giggled, her face flushed red. anybody looking in probably would’ve assumed that she was wasted, but richie knew that she just got red in the face whenever she was really excited. plus, it was pretty warm in the house with tons of teenagers squished inside of it. “i’m gonna go and get another drink. eddie do you want another cola?”
once eddie had nodded y/n let go of richie and stan before she weaved through the sea of people to make her way back towards the kitchen to grab a drink. richie watched her walk off until he couldn’t see her anymore before he turned back to the losers, slinging his arm across eddie’s shoulder as he made some crude joke about how good his mom looked last night in his bed.
richie laughed with the losers for a few minutes about one thing or another until he heard a quiet “oh shit” from eddie, causing him to look down at his best friend. “bowers is with y/n”.
immediately richie looked up and turned around, scanning the room for her. he caught sight of her by the doorway that was blocked by bowers leaning across it, towering over her with his tall frame. he could just catch sight of her face, and he knew that she was uncomfortable. just as he was about to walk over there to pull her away from him, he watched as bowers grabbed a fistful of the end of her dress and saw the nervous look on her face grow increasingly worse as he leaned closer to her and pushed his hand past her dress to rest on her thigh.
richie saw red.
ignoring the shouts of eddie and stan behind him he dropped his cup of drink and pushed through the crowd of people to get over towards bowers. he hadn’t seen bowers since his sudden growth spurt, and now richie was his height - if not taller. he wasn’t a short scrawny kid anymore. he could take bowers on. or at least in that moment he felt like he could. he could feel stan grabbing the back of his shirt to pull him back before he did anything stupid but it was too late as he pulled away, too angry to not go over there.
richie met y/n’s gaze with his own furious one over bowers’ shoulder, and as soon as the disgusting guy in front of him turned around, richie sent a fist towards his face, aiming right at his nose. richie was glad he had chosen to wear the few rings that he owned that night, because he knew that it would hurt bowers that much more.
“the fuck are you doing tozier!” he heard bowers shout before he was shoved backwards into the crowd, bumping into people as he stepped backwards, trying to keep his balance. his own hands came up to grip onto henry’s wrists - nails digging into the skin in an attempt to keep balanced and to hurt him. bowers was bleeding, blood trickling down his nose to his lip, and richie noticed a small gash on the bridge of his nose where his ring had come in contact. fucking serves him right.
“if you ever fucking touch her again i’ll fucking kill you!” richie felt more angry than he had ever been before, the shout that came from his throat sounding foreign even to him. he could hear y/n’s shrill voice calling for him amongst the crowd, but as usual a fight had started in the middle of a group of teenagers so it was mostly blocked out by the sudden cheering. nothing to stir up a party like a good fight.
richie reached up to punch him again, his knuckles connecting with his jaw that time, though before he could swing again bowers had shoved him backwards and he couldn’t keep himself up that time. on the way down he bumped into the table where the record player sat and the music stopped - the cheering now carrying the sound in the room. before richie could get up bowers was crouched over him, and a blinding pain was suddenly spread across his nose and face. the force of his fist connecting with his face made his head smack against the floor and richie groaned, his eyes squeezing shut at the horrible feeling. when he opened his eyes again everything was blurry, which made it harder to see when the next punch was thrown towards him. his glasses must’ve fallen off when he got punched. richie could feel another blow, this time to his mouth, and groaned at the sudden ache across his jaw and lips.
he swung for bowers again, once again aiming for his nose, though his vision was blurry and he could barely see so he managed to clip him by his eye instead. as bowers toppled back a little from the swing richie sat up and tried to punch him again, though that time he missed.
as henry’s fist came in contact with his stomach he wheezed and felt all of the air leave him before the pain could even settle in. it was like he folded in half as he toppled to the floor, a wheezed out “fuck” making it’s way past his lips. he felt another hit to his stomach, knocking whatever air was even left from the first blow, before someone dragged bowers off of him. he swore he could hear hockstetter calling bowers and mumbling to him as he was dragged off.
as the cheering stopped and the people surrounding him started to disperse, the losers surrounded him. he could feel y/n’s hand on his arm - and he knew it was hers because suddenly all he could hear was “oh richie! are you okay? oh my god!” and he knew she was crying by the way her voice wavered.
“you should,” richie stopped to take in a deep breath, trying to get some air back into his lungs. “you should see the other guy.” he wheezed.
“fuck richie.” that was stan he could hear as a larger hand was placed on his arm. the hand gripped him gently, another one holding him up on his other side - which he was assuming was mike or bill - and with a pained groan from richie they lifted him to sit up and back against the table behind him.
richie leaned his head back and groaned, his hands clasping over his stomach where he’d been hit.
“don’t lean your head back you fuckin’ moron!” that was eddie’s shrill voice, and he opened his eyes to see him, but all he could see was a blurry figure. he knew it was eddie because he could see his bright green shirt. “you’ve got a nosebleed! oh- oh fuck- that’s a lot of blood-“ he could hear eddie heave and the blurry figure disappeared, replaced by someone with red hair. bev.
“can someone get us some fucking tissues!” she yelled, and richie winced at how loud her voice was. his head hurt really bad.
before he knew it someone else was crouched in front of him and he couldn’t quite distinguish if it was bill or stan that was suddenly pressing tissues to his nose to stop the blood, though he hissed in pain at the sudden pressure that was applied and instinctively leaned away.
“stop moving and let me fucking help you.” ah, it was stan.
“can someone find my glasses?” richie wheezed, his face scrunching up in pain when shifting slightly had pain shooting through his stomach.
after a moment a hand was placing his glasses into his and- oh. only one lense was still intact. it was better than nothing, he decided as he put his glasses on and blinked a few times. he could see out of one eye, and that was enough for him in that moment.
once his eyes had adjusted he glanced around at the losers around him. stan was still crouched in front of him, one hand on his shoulder and the other gently pressing tissues underneath his nose to stop anymore blood getting onto his clothes. beverly was beside stan looking at him worriedly, holding more tissues if stan needed them. eddie was sat off behind beverly, looking especially queasy, though still looking back at richie worriedly. mike and ben were stood together behind stan, mumbling to each other whilst shooting worried glances at richie. and lastly bill was crouched beside y/n, with one hand on the crying girl’s shoulder and the other on richie’s leg.
“hey y/n,” she looked up at him through a teary gaze, looking more worried than all of the losers put together. “i’m okay. he barely touched me.” he chuckled, though it came out as more of a painful wheeze as his face contorted in almost agony.
eddie stood up after a moment and richie watched him disappear into the kitchen. he assumed that he left to throw up in peace.
richie reached his hand out, choosing to ignore the bloodied rings on his fingers as he gently placed his hand over y/n’s, and linked their pinkies the best he could in that position. “promise i’m okay.”
y/n nodded and sniffled quietly, though it did nothing to help how worried she truly looked.
“are you okay?” he asked her, the anger bubbling inside him again at just the thought of bowers even being near her.
“i’m okay,” she confirmed with another sniffle as she nodded. “just worried about you, rich.”
when eddie returned a moment later richie realised with much surprise that he hadn’t left to throw up, and instead he was carrying a bag of frozen peas with him. he mumbled something about not being able to find any ice as it was all in the drinks as he handed the bag to stan, who helped richie hold it against his nose. he hissed in pain again, but the cold helped.
as he leaned back against the table behind him and had finally caught his breath back, he made eye contact with bill who was frowning. the boy glanced between y/n and richie before he mouthed i’m sorry to the latter. richie pondered over why he could possibly sorry for a fight that he started himself, but then he remembered their earlier conversation about y/n. bill must’ve realised that richie would do anything to keep her from getting hurt.
richie nodded with a slight smile before he glanced back at y/n, who had taken his hand properly and laced her fingers with his. in that moment richie truly realised how much she meant to him. richie would do anything for y/n. if he had to fight bowers all over again for her he’d do it, and he’d do anything to help her or anything she wanted. all this time he thought he’d had just an average crush on y/n. he’d never had a crush before her; sure he found people hot, but he’d never properly liked someone. he didn’t realise that getting butterflies whenever she touched him wasn’t an average crush. he didn’t realise that almost falling asleep in her lap as she insisted on playing with his hair as they watched a movie because he was so comfortable and relaxed wasn’t just an average crush. he didn’t realise that he’d start a fight with the biggest bully in the school and get the shit beaten out of him wasn’t just for an average crush. with a gulp as he slumped against the table, he realised that he was utterly and truly in love with her.
-
as soon as richie had turned sixteen, he got a car.
sure it was a shitty little thing that took ages to start and was a really tight squeeze to fit the losers in there, but it was his car. not even a week after he had gotten it he was used to eddie’s constant complaining about how much trash was in the car (“a public bathroom has less germs than this shithole.”) stan’s backseat driving (“richie there’s a speed limit for a fucking reason.“), and bill’s complaining (“there’s s-so much more room in my car, why didn’t we take- take that instead?“). though having a car meant he could get around so much easier, which made it easier to see y/n more often. whenever it was just the boys in the car, eddie had dibs on the passenger seat, though it was y/n’s and everybody knew it was. by that point, all of the losers knew about richie’s crush-turned-pining on y/n, so they didn’t argue with it.
with more freedom to get around without relying on bill to drive him or god forbid using his legs to walk, he spent so much more time with y/n alone. after school if some of the losers had something to do then he’d drive y/n home or off to do something alone. they spent plenty of time alone at the clubhouse together, or alone at the quarry, or even just sat in his car listening to the radio in an empty parking lot. it probably wasn’t the best for his pining to spend so much alone time with her, because it made him want her that much more, but honestly he couldn’t care less. richie couldn’t get enough of her.
because of her fondness for the rain, richie often took her out for drives when it was raining and the sky was somewhat dark but light enough so that you could see. that was her favourite weather. so when it rained a few weeks after she had turned sixteen richie had taken her for a drive, and parked in an empty parking lot behind a few stores. he always had snacks in his car (duh, he was richie) so once the car was parked and the engine was off he passed her a bag of chocolate raisins (they were her favourite so he always had some in his car) and turned on the radio, lowly so it didn’t drown out the noise of the rain for y/n.
munching on his own bag of chocolate buttons he turned to face y/n and tilted his head slightly, marvelling in her beauty. even though they weren’t dating, richie couldn’t understand how he got so lucky to have a best friend as amazing as her. over the past year they had grown so much closer than richie even thought was possible. they were “practically dating already” as stan would say; the only thing they didn’t do that a couple did was kiss. well, they didn’t have sex, but richie got a punch from eddie when he pointed out that sonia fulfilled those needs for him perfectly.
lightning flashed in the distance and y/n’s eyes lit up, leaning forwards to shut off the radio so she could listen out for the distant rumble of thunder that was soon to follow. he was wrong before; this was her favourite type of weather. richie was quite surprised to find out that she enjoyed storms. he always took her for a hating storms type of girl. when he pointed that out she laughed lightly and shook her head, mumbling “you’d be surprised.”
as another flash of lightning hit, her face lit up in the bright light, and he had to take a second to admire her. it seemed that practically everyday she got more and more beautiful, and richie almost couldn’t handle it. she was sat in his passenger seat in one of his sweaters (“is that mine?” “oh, you left it at my house last week and it looked so warm…” “keep it, doll. it looks better on you anyways.”), with her hair pulled up with a few pieces left free to elegantly frame her face. sometimes he wondered how he had the restraint to not just lean over and kiss her.
“it’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” y/n asked, popping another chocolate raisin into her mouth. “the storm.”
“yeah. so beautiful.” richie nodded, though he didn’t look out of the window and kept his eyes trained on her. they were always on her.
y/n looked back at richie after a moment and caught him staring at her, which caused a blush to quickly form across the apples of her cheeks as she smiled sheepishly. she always smiled the same smile whenever she caught somebody looking at her, but she only ever blushed when richie looked at her. he didn’t want to think too much about it, though, because it probably didn’t mean what he hoped it would.
“what?” y/n mumbled, the same flustered smile growing, though she attempted to pull her bottom lip between her teeth to lose the expression. it always made her embarrassed, he noticed.
“you’re just so beautiful,” richie mumbled without thinking about it (he spoke without thinking a lot, and everybody told him it’d come back and bite him in the ass some day), and then his eyes grew just as wide as hers once he realised what he had said. “uh- fuck, wait i-“
he cut himself off when her hand reached over to rest over his own, and he almost choked on the candy halfway down his throat. her thumb was gently grazing over his knuckles - the same knuckles he’d used to fight for her around a year ago - and the way she was gently stroking the skin was not the usual friendly way she’d touch him.
oh fuck.
“richie?” she asked softly, and he could barely mumble out a “uhumm?“ in response, his eyes still bulging out of his head. “i think you’re just so beautiful, too.”
richie noticed another flash of lighting went off in the distance, though this time y/n didn’t turn to look out of the windshield to listen for the thunder that was soon to follow. instead he felt her fingers run along his hand, and he glanced down to watch her gently skim the pads of her fingers along his knuckles and rings. he had kept to wearing them every day after his fight with bowers. he claimed it was because they looked good but really it was so he could hurt someone if he ever had to punch someone in the face for y/n again. although they did look fucking sick. richie thought his heart was about to beat right out of his chest. all his brain was doing was going oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck-
“you know,” her voice was soft as she spoke. the soft spoken tone she used when she was nervous about something. she spoke like that when she had met his mother for the first time, or when she had to present to her class. she had spoken like that when they first met. “when you fought bowers that night for me, remember the party a year ago?” of course i fucking remember, he wanted to say, that was the night i knew i loved you, dummy. “when we got back to bill’s and you let me clean your hands up, after eddie had stopped fretting about your nose, i thought i was probably the luckiest girl in the world.”
richie scrunched his eyebrows together, his head tilting slightly as he looked at her. thunder rumbled in the background, yet y/n never looked away from him. “why?” his voice came out quieter than he liked, and he had to clear his throat.
“because i knew that i’d always have someone to have my back. who’d throw themselves literally into harms way to help me,” she said softly. “of course, not that i liked that bowers beat you up, but i knew that i’d always have you to look out for me.”
richie was opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. “but- i mean- the others-“
“everyone else cares for me, i know. they all have my back and i appreciate all of them,” y/n shrugged with a soft smile. “but, richie, you punched bowers in the face for me. i don’t think anybody’s done that since like ever,”richie still looked beyond confused (or he was malfunctioning, he couldn’t tell at that point), so when he didn’t answer he felt her hand laying on top of his, squeezing gently. “rich, i’ve never had anybody care for me the way that you do. i feel… different when i’m with you.”
if his heart was racing before, richie was convinced that he was having a heart attack. she couldn’t be leading onto what he thought she was, right? richie always just assumed that what they had was it - nothing else. of course, stan and beverly and practically all of the losers told him that they were sure y/n had a thing for him, but he just assumed that it was some shit they just said to make him feel better. like when his mom gave him a bowl cut when they were twelve and stan tried telling him it looked good. richie knew it was bullshit because when he saw eddie later on that day he ended up laughing so hard that he had to use his inhaler. twice.
“different like nauseous?” why the fuck did he say that?
y/n giggled and shook her head. “different like… different like i’ve never felt so much love for somebody before in my life.”
richie almost choked on the breath he was taking in. it took him what seemed like forever to process what she was telling him. she… she loved him? jesus christ he was going to have a heart attack. this was where he was going to die. his heart was beating way too fast and it was suddenly really hot in the car and he was probably having an aneurism or something. he couldn’t believe that someone as perfect as her could love someone as imperfect as him. how someone so polite and innocent and beautiful could love someone so brash and dirty and trashy.
she loved him.
richie blinked a few times in the low light that was coming in through the windshield, lighting up her face just enough for him to still see her beauty. to be fair, even in the dark he’d still be able to see her beauty. it radiated from her in waves that made him happy to be simply sitting next to her.
his hand (the one that wasn’t underneath her own, because there was no way he could lose that contact) gently lifted up until he could gently place it against her cheek. her skin was so soft he couldn’t help his thumb from swiping along her cheek, warm with the earlier flush of pink in her face. richie noticed how she leaned into his hand, her doe eyes never leaving his. slowly, giving her time to lean back if she wanted, richie leaned across towards where she was, and ever so gently pressed his lips to hers. and then she leaned in closer.
fireworks went off in his head and richie swore that he was flying. he’s never felt so high in his entire life. he felt her hand reach up to grip onto his jacket to pull her closer and he could’ve fainted there and then from the pure amount of happiness that was coursing through his veins.
she tasted like strawberry lip balm and chocolate, and her lips were so soft against his that he swore he was kissing an angel. an angel that was sent down from heaven just for him. he had dreamed of kissing y/n for so long that this just felt like another dream. nothing could’ve prepared him for how good it felt to be kissing her, finally. richie barely recognised the flash of lightning as he pulled away from her slightly. he didn’t think she had even noticed.
she giggled quietly once he’d pulled away and reached her hand up from his jacket to his cheek, her touch so warm against his skin. her cheeks were flushed again and she was smiling so brightly. all for him.
“fuck i love you,” he breathed, lips barely brushing against hers as he spoke. “i love you so much. i’ve needed to tell you for so long.”
“i love you too, rich.” she giggled, and leaned in to kiss him again.
after that day in the car, they were inseparable. after finding out their newfound love for each other, of course they started dating, though y/n opted for keeping it a secret for as long as possible and richie had to agree with her choice. the losers freaked out over so much that it would probably blow their minds if they found out that richie and y/n were finally dating.
of course, it couldn’t be kept from them forever.
they lasted almost two weeks together alone. their usual spot to be alone was the clubhouse, because when it was empty they could cuddle in the hammock and have peace to themselves. instead of laying side by side like they used to, richie had his arm around her back as she leaned her head against his chest, their legs tangled together in some strange knot. richie mumbled some jokes to her and she giggled into his shirt, and he hadn’t felt so happy in the longest time. at every chance he could be leaned down to kiss her lips, or her cheek, or her head. and when he was speaking he had his fingers dragging through her hair. he had to be touching her at all times.
just as y/n started laughing at another joke he made (“richie that’s crude!”) they heard the clubhouse hatch open, and didn’t have enough time to scramble out of the hammock before the losers started climbing down. they must’ve lost track of time - was it eleven already?
“oh my god!” beverly squealed since she was the first one down, spotting richie and y/n cuddling in the hammock. “guys! get down here!” she demanded as she jumped down the ladder.
richie looked down at y/n and watched her cheeks turn a shade of pink, and chuckled quietly as he leaned down to press a kiss to her temple.
the rest of the losers scrambled down the ladder as quickly as they could after bev’s yell, each of them having the same reaction as beverly. eyes wide, mouth open, “holy shit!“
“eww,” eddie cringed after the initial shock, and richie raised his eyebrows at him. “you two didn’t have sex on the hammock, did you?”
richie snorted as y/n groaned and buried her face into his chest. “of course not, eds. jeez, do you really think we’d stoop so low to have sex on the hammock?” he scoffed. “i only have sex on the hammock with sonia, dummy.” he rolled his eyes, though gripped onto y/n when eddie pushed his arm so hard he sent the hammock swinging.
“eddie!” y/n whined as it swung, her hands making little fists in richie’s shirt as she pouted.
cute, he thought, knowing she was trying to scowl but just ended up looking like she was pouting anyways. she was too adorable to look mean.
the next hour was spent with having to tell the rest of the losers club things in excruciating detail; beverly wanted to know about their first kiss, ben wanted to know how long they’d liked each other, eddie wanted to know if they had actually had sex in the hammock (“seriously dude i need you to tell me so i can spray it”). and then bill and stan seemed to team up for a double-whammy of the talk, which made y/n glow red and therefore caused richie to laugh at her and not listen to what they were being told.
after that, the hammock was theirs. nobody else touched it because either richie or both of them would be in it (y/n sometimes felt bad and let eddie have her turn, but that’d only happen if richie wasn’t there too. which was rare. richie made a point of never letting the hammock get unattended just to piss eddie off). it was nicer once the losers knew, because they didn’t have to hide around them anymore. they could cuddle and share a sleeping bag at sleepovers, and kiss whenever they wanted, and y/n could always sit in his lap in bill’s car.
each day he swore he fell more and more in love with her.
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richie swore that the next year was the best year of his life; seventeen must be his lucky number. he got to spend practically every day with y/n, and despite the fact that bowers still bothered him (he’d been more attentive to picking on richie after their fight, but richie quite frankly couldn’t give a shit as long as he didn’t mess with y/n again) he swore that every day was practically perfect. after a few months of dating richie started sneaking into y/n’s room at night to sleep with her sometimes, and other times she’d stay over at his house with the excuse that she was at a sleepover. maggie tozier was a very kind woman, and didn’t mind y/n staying there at all, which richie was grateful for. he had such lovely parents.
despite having wanted to be with y/n for over a year before he actually started dating, richie was taking things slow with her. he knew what sort of person y/n was; she blushed at dirty jokes, had a row of stuffed animals at the end of her bed, wore friendship bracelets every day, and refrained from cussing most of the time. he didn’t want to rush her into things she wasn’t ready for. and she seemed to enjoy where they were. they’d cuddle at night, share soft kisses with each other, dance together to their favourite songs, huddle together or with her in his lap watching movies. their relationship was bliss, and richie didn’t want to push anything until she was completely ready.
eddie had laughed at him when he told him that (“you’re richie trashmouth fucking tozier, you’re really not going to have sex?”) but stan had shut him up with a shove and told richie it was a good call.
when y/n turned seventeen a few months after richie had, he took her out to dinner and acted like a gentleman. or the best he could, as he still whispered crude jokes to her in the restaurant and eventually had them both laughing so hard that their bellies hurt and the people sat around them were giving them funny looks. afterwards they stayed at her house for the rest of the night, and just enjoyed each orher’s presence.
y/n had been seventeen for a good few weeks when richie decided to surprise her at her house, unlike usual when he’d ask to go there first. she always seemed happy to have him there, and she seemed to be a little off that week, so while she was still out (“why aren’t you at the clubhouse?” “i’m at the library, they have my favourite book in.” “wow, a book more important than me? you wound me.” “shut up you know i love you more than anything.”) richie climbed up into her bedroom, thankfully she had left the window open, and sprawled out across her bed as he waited for her to get back. he made sure to take his shoes off before he climbed onto the bed because she almost died when she first saw his dirty shoes staining her sheets. she didn’t tell him to not do it, but he could see in her face that the stains bothered her, so he made sure never to do it again.
richie was sprawled across her bed reading a comic he’d left there for about half an hour before he heard the front door downstairs shut. another five minutes until he heard her soft footsteps climbing her creaky staircase, at which point richie had grinned and tossed the comic aside as the door opened.
“hey toots, welcome-“ oh. she was crying.
of course richie had seen her cry before. she’d cried when he was in the fight with bowers, and she cried at sad movies, and when she fell over and hurt herself. but she was really crying. she looked like she’d been crying for hours. her eyes were red and puffy, her breathing was so heavy he heard her small gasps of breath every time she took them in, and her face was contorted into something he could only describe as pain.
immediately richie had jumped up, almost tripping over his shoes on the floor as he quickly made his way over to her. his hands were on either side of her face, turning her head and looking up and down her to see if she was hurt in any way. when he didn’t see any he just cradled her head to his chest and felt her body shake against his. her head turned to press her face into his shirt before he heard her whimper “what are you doing here?”
richie frowned as he held her close, shutting her bedroom door behind her before he carefully guided her over toward her bed. “i wanted to surprise you when you got home ‘cause i haven’t seen you all day,” he told her as he sat down against her headboard and pulled her into his lap so he could hold her close. her head tucked against his shoulder as her arms wound around him as he left a kiss to her head. “what’s wrong, doll? talk to me,” he spoke into her hair as he rocked her in his arms. “was it bowers? i swear to fucking god if that asshole-“
“it wasn’t bowers,” her tiny voice interrupted him. she sounded so small and pained it physically hurt him. “it was greta.”
“greta keene?” richie asked, pulling a face at the thought of the girl who worked at the pharmacy and picked on eddie whenever he went there to get his medication, or her father who had a disgusting fondness for beverly. once he knew how much of a creep he was he never let y/n go into the pharmacy without somebody with her. “what did she do?”
y/n sniffled, wiping her eyes with her hands as she sighed. “she’s been picking on me all week but i left it alone because i know she’s mean to everybody,” she mumbled, her chest heaving with the next gasp of air she brought in through her tears. “i was on my way back from the library and i bumped into her. she threw the book i had over a fence and started yelling at me.” y/n had more tears falling down her face her bottom lip wobbling.
richie had never seen her so worked up. y/n was usually so well put together, he had never seen her so… so broken. she kept picture perfect for everybody, including him. it hurt to see her in such a state.
“what did she say?” he knew he was going to hate the answer if it upset her so much, but he needed to know.
y/n sniffled again. richie could feel her tears slipping down his neck and his heart ached. “she was saying stuff about how i mean nothing to you,” she whispered so quietly that richie almost missed it. but he didn’t, and he almost got up and left her house to go and find greta keene himself. “she- she was saying that it’s all an act. so you can just say to everyone else that you’re dating somebody. she said you’re obviously faking ‘cause i’m so different to all of your other friends and i’m too ugly for anybody to love.” she shook again as she sobbed and richie held her so tight he swore he must’ve been hurting her, but if he was she didn’t say.
richie felt his blood boil. he almost felt the same as he did the night he fought bowers. how the hell could somebody even say that to her? he never understood why people wanted to hurt the most fragile and perfect people they could find. it baffled him that people could look at y/n and want to be rude. she was so sweet and kind, he didn’t understand why.
richie pressed his lips to her temple as he sighed softly. she was still gripping onto his jumper so he simply lifted her head to look at him, his heart clenching when he met her pain filled eyes. his hands cupped her cheeks, swiping her tears away with his thumbs as her bottom lip wobbled again, chest still heaving with every breath of air she sucked in to attempt to calm down.
“y/n,” richie only ever used her first name if he was being serious. “what greta said is absolute bullshit, okay? she has absolutely no idea what she’s talking about, she just wanted to upset you.”
“but i mean she’s right, i’m so different-“ y/n started sniffling before richie shushed her with a finger over her lips.
“gosh, y/n, interrupting me when i’m talking? manners,” he teased lightheartedly, feeeling a little relieved when she smiled briefly. though at the sight of her burying her face back against his chest as she shook some more richie sighed, pulling her so she was sat on his lap facing him, her legs bracketing his thighs.
“look,” richie had one hand on her cheek to guide her to look at him, his other hand on her back where he rubbed small circles to try and comfort her. “ask any one of our friends how much i love you and they’ll tell you i was pining for you for over a year,” he told her softly. “y/n, i love you so much because you’re so different to everybody else. i’ve never met somebody so perfect before. we might be opposites but that’s why we’re so strong together, we balance each other out.”
“but what she said about being ugly-“
“was fucking bullshit,” richie frowned. “you are the most beautiful person ever to exist. i’ve never met somebody before who’s even come close to being just as beautiful. you fucking radiate it,” y/n had calmed down somewhat as she listened to him, slumping slightly from where she was sat on his lap. he kept his hand moving across her back and his other on her cheek. “you are all i want, okay? you’re it for me.”
y/n was looking up at him with her big doe eyes again, and for a moment he thought she’d burst into more tears.
what he didn’t expect was for her hands to come up to the sides of his neck and to pull him into kiss her almost urgently. richie could feel the tears on her face as he leaned in closer to her to kiss her but he ignored it. he couldn’t think of anything other than holy fucking shit- when she grabbed his jumper in a fist and pulled him that much closer.
they had never really made out before. they tried once, but y/n kept giggling to the point where she had to pull away and she went bright red, so richie simply held her close as he laughed with her, dropping the attempt. but this; this was so different. it was urgent and passionate and definitely not y/n style innocent. her hands were grabbing at his clothes and soon enough he was gripping her hips to pull her even closer. her lipbalm was all he could taste and her perfume was all he could smell and all he could feel was her and his heart beating against his rib cage to get out. she whimpered his name against his lips, quiet and needy, and before he could see if she was crying again she felt her hands slip under his sweater to his bare waist and he tensed up. oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck-
“y/n-“ it was more of a groan than anything as she held onto him. “what’re you-“
“please,” she whispered, her breathing heavy again though not from crying. he leaned back just enough to look at her, seeing flushed cheeks and almost swollen lips. “rich please.”
he woke up the next morning under her covers with a groan and a stretch. she was in his shirt and he didn’t have one on. she was giggling as she rolled into him and richie was laughing with her.
it was like they’d started something new. something good.
-
“fucking hell-“ richie groaned as he practically threw her suitcase into the back of his car, before dramatically bending over with his hands on his knees. “what the fuck is in your suitcase? i think it’s killed me.”
they were eighteen and senior year was over, it had been for a few weeks. everything was so different and changing that richie had barely any chance to catch up with it.
the last day of school was the last day that all of the losers had been together. bev was leaving later that day to move to stay with her aunt for college, and as the days and weeks went on less and less losers remained in derry. richie and y/n were the last ones. it had been an emotional last day. everybody cried, promises of writing to each other and meeting up at christmas sniffled until they had to leave. richie knew it wasn’t the last meeting of the losers club, they were too tightly knit, but it felt like it. y/n cried just as hard as that day when the other losers left.
but this time she wasn’t crying. she was smiling. because y/n and richie were going to the same college.
richie couldn’t have bared to part from y/n for college. it would’ve broken her and it would’ve broken him to part from her. he was so deeply in love with her that he couldn’t bare to part from her for more than a day, let alone months.
richie had helped her pack her things and after getting his own into his car, he had driven to her house to pack hers up. his mother had let him leave with teary eyes and tons and tons of kisses on his cheek. richie had barely gotten out before she ate him or something.
“says the one who brought an entire bag of snacks that probably weighs more than i do.” y/n teased as she came up behind him, her arms wrapping around his middle as she giggled.
richie chuckled and rolled his eyes, turning around to face her as he leaned back against the car and pulled her into his arms. “snacks are an important part of any journey, y/n. probably more important than the car. jeez, you think you know a girl.” he sighed dramatically, earning a light smack to the chest from her as she giggled and leaned into him.
they stood in silence for a moment as he held her, and he guessed she too was thinking of how weird it would be to leave derry. to leave the place they grew up in and fell in love in, just to have to start a new somewhere else. richie rubbed his hand along his back as he pondered their future. would college be good? would they still see each other often between their different classes? would they still talk to the losers? richie was sure of one thing; he’d continue loving y/n more and more every single day. how couldn’t he?
“i love you.” she whispered, and when he tipped his head down to look at her she was smiling up at him like he put the stars in the sky for her. little did she know that was all her.
“i love you too,” his hand came up to her cheek as he leaned down to kiss her for a long moment (not long enough, it was never long enough), before he pulled away with a smirk. “still not as much as eddie’s mom though, sorry toots.”
she groaned and he chuckled, pulling her back into him. “he’s not even here and you’re still going.” she giggled and shook her head.
richie leaned down to kiss the top of her head before he stood back up from leaning against the car, taking her hand instead of holding her as he turned to shut the trunk.
“guess we should get this show on the road.” he turned back to face her, meeting her smile with one of his own.
y/n nodded in agreement and squeezed his hand before she turned to get into the passenger side of the car, richie in the driver’s seat. he had asked her once if she was ever going to learn to drive whilst they were still in high school and she shook her head. (“why would i need to? i’ve got you to drive me around.”)
once they were buckled in richie turned on the radio and let the music sit at a low hum for background noise as he started the car. they were just about ready, he thought. the snack bag was in the back seat, their bags were backed, they had nobody else to say goodbye to.
“ready?” richie lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles and watched as she smiled softly at the action.
“ready.” she agreed softly.
richie leaned over to press a warm loving kiss to her lips before he pulled back and moved one hand to the steering wheel, his other settling on her thigh where he tapped along to the music that played. he did that so much it was habit at that point. muscle memory.
as the car started driving, and y/n started talking about something that had him smiling and laughing, he couldn’t help but be filled with an overwhelming sense of joy that he got to start the next chapter of his life with the person he loved the most.
he was probably the luckiest guy alive.
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Random Twitter, Instagram Bios
“Mornings are for coffee and contemplation.” - Jim Hopper
“I always thought stuff like this happened in movies and comic books.”- Bob Newby
“let the bridges I burn light the way”
I think a lot, but don’t say much
Be more than what you’re worth
did you not see the crown I wear before you spoke?
any maybe one day you’ll find peace with yourself
this place aint for the faint hearted
don’t touch my crown with your filthy hands
make your own rules
yes I know im dramatic
surround yourself by those that will understand your heart and your mind
women power
emptying my life onto here
everyday is a different story, unless you’re me where everyday is one story about eating, sleeping and tv shows
what you’re about to see may be explicit
in conclusion Im bitter
story strong for yourself.
the heart is full of many secrets
all I want in life is glowing smooth skin
always aim for progress
you can still create art even with just one colour
collecting the moments
happiness is a great colour
when ever she/he comes close to me I alway hear the sirens
yes I still fucking post pictures of food
“lifes to short to be wearing boring clothes”
this is my story. it’s my art
don’t become dependent on others
nothing ever works out for me
don’t let the words of other change what you believe in
we can be friends if you understand my vine references
be someone who always keeps going
live life like you’re creating art; capture the beauty and erase the mistakes.
open your heart just enough to let the demons escape, not your soul.
always think positive, you’ll be happier
stand out from the crowd
lover of all thing pink and pastel
never give up on what you believe
never let other touch your crown, they’ll be quick to kick you off the throne
It’s you that I remember whenever my favorite songs are playing
she has thorns in her heart but still smiles
collecting the memories
happiness looks great on you
if show me your knife and I’ll show you sarcasm
Don’t let the actions of others portray you. paint your own picture
welcome to my art
inhale creativity, exhale originality
bitchin
I easily often everyone
try to find happiness in every situation
I still have that 2008 tumblr emo side to me
break the rules and create your own
queens supporting other queens
problematic but funny
you know its bad yet you still let yourself explore
hold on tight this ride is never stopping
just say it how it is and you’ll find the people that’ll never leave you
kindness is so slept on
sorry only I can touch my crown
if you believe their lies, you’ll become numb to the free and beautiful
if you never lay out the right foundation the future will never stand
see good in all things
do what bring light in your life
you’re not doing it right if you’ve still got money left in you bank account
good vibes only
let happiness override the sadness
bring out the light
find what puts the soul on fire
even just a gentle touch would break her/his fragile heart
put yourself first
yup thats right I still watch spongebob
self-care is important
a gallon of water every day, I still got bad skin I just gotta pee more
put it in reverse
finding the definition of life
the world beneath was crumbling and he/she still stood strong
back off bitch hiss hiss
im moving to bikini bottom bye mom.
short but simple
try even if you know you’re going to fail
when its dark let the smile shine through
On a never-ending journey on an adventure I’m still to find
Find yourself before you rescue others.
the heart still beats ever after its been broken
“Don’t you know I ain’t fucking with them good boys?”
always try to learn something new everyday
its okay to fight your own battles first before you fight in other peoples.
match my energy
watch me finesse yo dumbass
yes I own more than just one black shirt. I own 10
we’re all just stars lost in space
don’t let other make the rules for you
I want to create
comfortable silence is so slept on
and all it took was a touch of gold
“Ain’t you ever seen a princess be a bad bitch?”
never listen to those that they to darken the light in your life
im proud of myself
neither lost nor found
have a positive mindset
im honestly a troubled kid looking for dank memes
don’t look back, chase whats in front
no thanks, I don’t want leftover
I stare at the stars every night thinking what could have been
lets the sadness fade away
I should socialise more
the mark he/she left was eternal
ephemeral: lasting for a very short time
and she/he was idyllically innocent
scintillate: to emit sparks; to twinkle, as the stars
she/he was a psychedelic drug
I never listened to her/his mistakes but always heard her/his smile
choose life
you really tried it
its fine we all make mistakes, you were just born as one
explore to find what defines you
she cute but she also a psycho
sorry but the page you’ve found may be toxic for you
how far will you go?
Everything pours out
Break through the cage around her/his heart
She/he’s calling for a name, but it’s written in stone
if I let go of you, I’ll drop you to the ground
one you start counting the stars you’ll end up stranded
jammin to 2000 bops
its lifeless art
a princess
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Ahkmenrah's Family: A Historical Perspective
THIS IS OUTDATED / INACCURATE AS OF 6/28/23 BUT FEEL FREE TO READ ANYWAY! I WILL MAKE ANOTHER POST EVENTUALLY!
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Merenkahre said that, while alive, he owned 40,000 Jews and neither he or his wife knew of the Exodus — thus they reigned before Ramses II (who was in power from 1279 to 1213 BC). To narrow it down further, Ahkmenrah mentioned getting the tablet some 3,000 years ago and talked to his father in reference to it having been [about] 4,000. Kahmunrah pointed out he was wearing clothes that were in fashion 3,000 years ago. Thus, I’ll be placing them 3,500 years ago around 1500 BC.
Montuhotep I: 2060—2010 BC (Eleventh Dynasty)
Montuhotep II: 2010—1998 BC (Eleventh Dynasty)
Montuhotep III: 1997—1991 BC (Eleventh Dynasty)
Amenemhat I: 1991—1962 BC (Twelfth Dynasty)
Senusert I: 1971—1926 BC (Twelfth Dynasty)
Amenemhat II: 1929—1895 BC (Twelfth Dynasty)
Senusert II: 1897—1878 BC (Twelfth Dynasty)
Senusert III: 1878—1841 BC (Twelfth Dynasty)
Amenemhat III: 1798—1786 BC (Twelfth Dynasty)
Sobekneferu: 1785—1782 BC (Twelfth Dynasty)
I was able to find this list of Middle Kingdom pharaohs (page 23 of Ancient Egypt: Everyday Life in the Land of the Nile by Bob Brier & Hoyt Hobbs) along with the times they ruled and noticed a sizable gap from 1841 to 1798 BC where no one was mentioned before simply continuing on with more names — a whole 43 years! So I decided to place the Ahkmenrah family here, as it would also line up with the previously-established time frame. Then came trying to pick out the details. First, I had to get their ages. Ahkmenrah’s repeatedly theorized and alluded to be 17—19 years old, with 17 and 18 being the most common thrown about. I picked 18 for simplicity’s sake.
Kahmunrah was played by Hank Azaria. The actor was born in 1964, making him ~45 when Battle of the Smithsonian was released in 2009.
Shepseheret was played by Anjali Jay. The actress was born in 1975, making her ~39 when Secret of the Tomb was released in 2014.
Merenkahre was played by Ben Kingsley. The actor was born in 1943, making him ~71 when Secret of the Tomb was released in 2014.
Obviously, Kahmunrah can’t be older than his mother, so that means he outlived her — she died first. Ancient Egyptian women were married between 12 and 14 years old, so I chose to make Shepseheret 13 when she first got pregnant with Kahmunrah. We also don’t know how much older Kahmunrah is than Ahkmenrah, so I just experimented with a 5-year age difference. Kahmunrah would’ve been 23 when he murdered his 18-year-old brother, with Shepseheret being 36. We’re already close to her ‘death age!’ It’s quite possible that she died from grief three years after her “young gorgeous boy had been slashed into pieces.” Ahkmenrah’s reign seems to have been quite short, especially considering both his age and that of his parents’ (plus the fact that both were even alive at the time). Also I love the “Ahkmenrah's Coronation” comic strip, so I’m just making an executive decision that he was Pharaoh for less than a year. (Merenkahre was for some reason, perhaps due to a debilitating but not fatal sickness, clearly not able to lead — if he was, Ahkmenrah would never have been pharaoh. Both Merenkahre and Shepseheret were clearly still alive when Ahkmenrah was killed; in the original script, the former stated that “it was the darkest and hardest day of my life when I lost you, you were butchered. I’ll never forget your mother running in and screaming your name, she couldn’t believe that you were gone.” So we can’t say that Ahkmenrah inherited the throne after his father’s death. It’s also interesting that Shepseheret ran into the room that Merenkahre was in to tell him the news — was he bedridden?)
During this time, the Egyptian capital was Thebes, a southern city therefore in the jurisdiction of Upper Egypt. Merenkahre’s crown is a pschent signifying power over both Upper and Lower Egypt. Due to Merenkahre’s failing health paired with the capital being so geographically removed, commoner support in Lower Egypt could have begun waning. In response, Ahkmenrah was given rule over Lower Egypt in the north to aid his father. (I like to think this is why he was quite casual and comfortable in mentioning the middle eastern Sinai rather than the Western, Eastern, or even the famous Sahara desert; “At their size, they’ll bake like tiny little scarabs in the Sinai.”) Ahkmenrah’s crown is clearly based on the deshret of Lower Egypt and for Kahmunrah, the khepresh that pharaohs would wear when going into war. After Ahkmenrah’s untimely death and Merenkahre’s state (the Great Royal Wife wasn't the successor after the death of her husband), the next in line would presumably be Kahmunrah. Knowing him, it makes sense for him to be portrayed in this “war attire,” and since we don’t know how he died, I’ll just guess it was in battle. I fiddled around with comparing Merenkahre’s age to Kahmunrah’s 45 years in 1798 BC, pairing the latter’s ‘death age’ with the last of his reign. Merenkahre would have to be 26 years old (at LEAST but that’s the biggest age gap I’m comfortable with even for ancient Egypt) at Kahmunrah’s birth and they would’ve died the same year. Ancient Egyptian men were often married right around 16—20 years old, usually a bit on the older side of that range. Given that he was also royalty and would’ve had a harem, he may not have married / even met Shepseheret until later, so this also fits. We can figure out the rest of the family members’ dates more specifically:
Ahkmenrah: 1838—1820 BC
Shepseheret: 1856—1817 BC
Kahmunrah: 1843—1798 BC
Merenkahre: 1869—1798 BC
Another point: As much as I adore the notion of Kahmunrah being the son of a consort while Ahkmenrah was the son of Queen Shepseheret (and thus would actually have historically been the next heir regardless of age), the Night At The Museum Wiki does state that, “As the first born child, Kahmunrah was to inherit the throne. However, due to his brash, violent, and irresponsible nature, their parents gifted Ahkmenrah the throne, thereby skipping Kahmunrah in the line of succession.” He wasn’t skipped because of family, but due to his personality — it seems that was the ONLY reason. As in, it sounds like they had every intention of Kahmunrah being the successor, even after Ahkmenrah’s birth. Additionally, the Villains Wiki says “Kahmunrah kept trying to steal the powerful Golden Tablet and use its power to open the Gates of the Underworld and bring forth the Horus Soldiers army, with which he could take over the world, but never to avail. (Ahkmenrah jokingly states that he wanted to impress their mother.)” Though I guess Shepseheret (and maybe Merenkahre) would’ve known the exact parents, so that’s somewhat a possibility. Either way, Ahkmenrah and Kahmunrah think they’re fully blood-related brothers.
Last but not least, because I know someone will mention it. Ahkmenrah’s introduction of being “Fourth King of the Fourth King” doesn’t make much sense at all. There’s absolutely no way he was the fourth king of Egypt; the Early Dynastic Period (Dynasties 1 and 2) took place 3150—2686, nearly 5,000 years ago. As for the real fourth king of the fourth dynasty, Khafre, he ruled from 2558 to 2532 BC. Both of these are too old. Even in an alternate world where Khafre was actually Ahkmenrah, it still wouldn’t line up. All of ancient Egyptian history would have to shift forward! (Plus it would shorten the civilization’s incredibly impressive lifespan.) I also tried looking into any myths or folktales of “Four Kings of Egypt” to see if one had a lineage he’d fit into, but I couldn’t even find the four kings I’d suggested to myself. So we’re just going to ignore that line in favor of all the other evidence presented here. Honestly, it’s a lot more clear-cut than I anticipated going into this. Feel free to comment and/or ask questions about it!
#night at the museum#ahkmenrah#kahmunrah#shepseheret#merenkahre#ancient egypt#natm#im such a nerd#and clearly a simp for akh#but who isnt tbh
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AGOT - Jon I (Chapter 5)
There were times—not many, but a few—when Jon Snow was glad he was a bastard. As he filled his wine cup once more from a passing flagon, it struck him that this might be one of them.
I don’t know why D&D decided Jon could never lie, when literally the first line in his POV is a lie. He’s so good at it he can even lie to himself!
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A singer was playing the high harp and reciting a ballad, but down at this end of the hall his voice could scarcely be heard above the roar of the fire, the clangor of pewter plates and cups, and the low mutter of a hundred drunken conversations.
A singer with a high harp and a ballad seems like a vague Rhaegar allusion. That Jon can’t actually hear him makes me happy in a very petty way.
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His lord father had come first, escorting the queen. She was as beautiful as men said. A jeweled tiara gleamed amidst her long golden hair, its emeralds a perfect match for the green of her eyes. His father helped her up the steps to the dais and led her to her seat, but the queen never so much as looked at him. Even at fourteen, Jon could see through her smile.
I think this part is actually Jon being indignant on Ned’s behalf that Cersei was rude to him, by not looking at him when he escorts her, not that she never looked at Jon. Also, there’s those observation skills. He’s never been taken in by a pretty smile.
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After them came the children. Little Rickon first, managing the long walk with all the dignity a three-year-old could muster. Jon had to urge him on when he stopped to visit.
Adorable!!!
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Jon noticed the shy looks she gave Robb as they passed between the tables and the timid way she smiled at him. He decided she was insipid. Robb didn’t even have the sense to realize how stupid she was; he was grinning like a fool.
Jon’s a mean drunk I guess 💀
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Sansa, two years older, drew the crown prince, Joffrey Baratheon. He was twelve, younger than Jon or Robb, but taller than either, to Jon’s vast dismay. Prince Joffrey had his sister’s hair and his mother’s deep green eyes. A thick tangle of blond curls dripped down past his golden choker and high velvet collar. Sansa looked radiant as she walked beside him, but Jon did not like Joffrey’s pouty lips or the bored, disdainful way he looked at Winterfell’s Great Hall.
Joffrey according to Jon: 👁👄👁
But Sansa looked radiant 🥰
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He was more interested in the pair that came behind him: the queen’s brothers, the Lannisters of Casterly Rock. The Lion and the Imp; there was no mistaking which was which. Ser Jaime Lannister was twin to Queen Cersei; tall and golden, with flashing green eyes and a smile that cut like a knife. He wore crimson silk, high black boots, a black satin cloak. On the breast of his tunic, the lion of his House was embroidered in gold thread, roaring its defiance. They called him the Lion of Lannister to his face and whispered “Kingslayer” behind his back. Jon found it hard to look away from him.
This is what a king should look like, he thought to himself as the man passed.
Giving me big ‘muscled like a maiden’s fantasy’ vibes there, Jon.
Also, curiously enough Jaime’s introduced wearing black and red, Targaryen colours. Maybe a nod to the incest storyline, possibly leftover foreshadowing from when Jaime was going to become king, as per the outline.
Otherwise this means that, like everybody else in this story, Jaime is a secret Targaryen. He and Cersei can join the ranks of Jon, Tyrion, Varys, Mance Rayder and while we’re at it… *spins a wheel of names* Meera too.
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His brothers and sisters had not been permitted to bring their wolves to the banquet, but there were more curs than Jon could count at this end of the hall, and no one had said a word about his pup. He told himself he was fortunate in that too.
His eyes stung. Jon rubbed at them savagely, cursing the smoke.
Jon spends half this chapter on the verge of tears, my angsty little lad.
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Jon looked up happily as his uncle Ben put a hand on his head and ruffled his hair much as Jon had ruffled the wolf’s.
They actually call him Ben and ‘uncle Ben’ a few times in the series, which I honestly think might be a Spider-Man allusion. Surrogate father figure Uncle Ben’s early disappearance/death kicking off the plot… There’s also a saying that nobody stays dead in comics except for Uncle Ben - considering all the other resurrections in the books, metaphorical and literal, yet GRRM says that Benjen isn’t Coldhands, it might be the same for this Uncle Ben too.
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Jon swelled with pride. “Robb is a stronger lance than I am, but I’m the better sword, and Hullen says I sit a horse as well as anyone in the castle.”
"[Garlan] is a great knight," Ser Loras replied. "A better sword than me, in truth, though I'm the better lance." (ASOS, Sansa I)
Love a Jon-Garlan parallel! Also thinking about Garlan being the older brother made me realise - in the story everyone thinks that Jon is younger than Robb, but timeline-wise, he has to be older, because Robb was conceived in the two weeks before Ned left to fight at the Trident, and Rhaegar must have at least already been in the capital by then to rally the loyalists, so Jon was conceived weeks, if not months earlier. Which means that Ned has definitely lied about when Jon’s birthday is.
Jon being the product of a ‘youthful indiscretion’ before he was married is less of a stain on Ned’s honour than him betraying his marriage bed but I imagine Catelyn’s fears about Jon usurping her children might have had more basis if he was known to be the eldest, so maybe that’s why Ned lied about how old he is.
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“Daeron Targaryen was only fourteen when he conquered Dorne,” Jon said. The Young Dragon was one of his heroes.
"A conquest that lasted a summer," his uncle pointed out. "Your Boy King lost ten thousand men taking the place, and another fifty trying to hold it. Someone should have told him that war isn't a game." He took another sip of wine. "Also," he said, wiping his mouth, "Daeron Targaryen was only eighteen when he died. Or have you forgotten that part?"
Jon is unfortunately, a jock. And a bit of an idiot.
There’s something about Jon’s hero dying at 18, Waymar dying at 18 just a few chapters ago... Jon has them all beat by dying at 17.
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"You are a boy of fourteen," Benjen said. "Not a man, not yet. Until you have known a woman, you cannot understand what you would be giving up."
"I don't care about that!" Jon said hotly.
"You might, if you knew what it meant," Benjen said. "If you knew what the oath would cost you, you might be less eager to pay the price, son."
Jon felt anger rise inside him. "I'm not your son!"
Benjen Stark stood up. “More’s the pity.”
Establishing Benjen as a somewhat contentious father figure to Jon - even more fuel for my brand new Uncle Ben ‘theory’.
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The wolf pup padded closer and nuzzled at Jon's face, but he kept a wary eye on Tyrion Lannister, and when the dwarf reached out to pet him, he drew back and bared his fangs in a silent snarl.
"Shy, isn't he?" Lannister observed.
"Sit, Ghost," Jon commanded. "That's it. Keep still." He looked up at the dwarf. "You can touch him now. He won't move until I tell him to. I've been training him."
Possibly he and Sansa are the only ones who properly trained their direwolves, considering how the rest of them will end up behaving.
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“If I wasn’t here, he’d tear out your throat,” Jon said. It wasn’t actually true yet, but it would be.
Pffffft! Edgy edgy edge-lord 💀
Though I also always feel like issuing casual threats to Tyrion Lannister so I can’t really blame him.
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Standing, he was taller than the dwarf. It made him feel strange.
He’s got a weird preoccupation with comparing his height to Lannister men in this chapter. My headcanon for the books is that Jon’s quite tall by ADWD but evidently he’s tiny in AGOT if he feels strange being tall next to a dwarf.
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final thoughts:
Believe it or not, I didn’t actually have Jonsa in mind with my new Uncle Ben theory, but I did just remember that brown haired Peter Parker’s main love interest is red-haired MJ :P
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GENDERSWAPPED!LOSERS
HERE WE GO
JILLIAN DENBROUGH
-Jill is very avid about getting her sister, Georgia back. Well, at least the killer anyways.
-Jill has never finished any of her writing, until she is an adult.
-aRTiSt??
-Jill gives hugs hugs hugs!!!
-everyone wants her hugs.
-ok, Jill is very sexually confused. Bradley Marsh is good looking...but so is McKenna Hanlon with her pink lipstick and her always good looking pigtails....then there is Sarah Uris, who is so cute with her blonde/brown curls and her little cheerleading outfit.
-suffers from stuttering simp disorder
-simp simp simp
-simp? Yes.
-ok but I think she would like Plastic Hearts by Miley Cyrus lmao
-FLANNEL GODDESS!!! Has flannels in so many colors.
-”R-R-Riley, stop m-making fun of m-my j-j-jorts.”
-oh yeah. She is rocking the jean shorts. They either go to around her knees or near the middle of her thighs.
-shoulder length brown hair. Screams bisexual.
RILEY TOZIER
-just gonna put this out there, take it as you will, but her glasses make her look like a fish. Her eyes are HUGE
-goddess or (what is a non-binary god? Godthem?) of dad jokes. But not the corny kind. The kind of dad jokes that include sleeping with him and “riding him like a horse.”
-”so not fucking funny.” -Edith Kaspbrak, who’s dad isn’t even present in her life.
-yeah, bisexual.
-sexual for Edith Kaspbrak.
-And Sarah Uris
-And Bradley Marsh
-and Jill Denbrough
-and Brenna Hanscom
-and Patrick Hockstetter (she regrets this. But when Patrick isn’t chasing her with Bowers and Criss and Huggins, she likes to notice that Patrick is definitely good looking)
-crazy wavy hair. Seriously, she wears it in a pixie cut, and it is CRAZY. But she help Bradley cut away his mullet.
-the friendship dynamic between Riley Tozier and Bradley Marsh is UNSTOPPABLE!
-plays softball with Jill. She is pitcher, and damn is she good. (Jill plays third base, for reference)
-the girls on the softball team sort of like her, sort of not. She’s a loser, and they don’t like her because everyone thinks she’s queer.
-still a trash mouth
-still a smartass
-Rildeth? Edithley? Redith?
BRADLEY MARSH
-all right, here we go.
-POWER BISEXUAL
-He came out to Riley, and Riley came out to him.
-daddy issues
-daddy issues
-daddy issues
-anyways, Bradley had a mullet that his dad made him wear, and when Riley helped him cut it....freedom!
-when he and the other losers are going to the quarry, he likes to help McKenna pick flowers so Sarah will have some to turn into flower crowns
-is totally charmed by Jill Denbrough. He is a simp for how charming she is. Bravery, art...
-Bradley also likes to draw.
-Brenna may be totally smitten with him....
-Bradley is the same age as all the other losers, but the losers all see him as older.
-hates his father, feels weak around him.
-he and Riley often share cigarettes. (I love the friendship dynamic here.)
-Bradley has little freckles, and when he and Brenna get together as adults, Brenna likes to kiss all of them.
-Bradley loves to hang with Sarah, and she is such a sweetie. She gets annoyed, but when she is around Bradley, she is calm.
-Bradley likes to put his arm around Sarah, ALWAYS
-I’m in love
SARAH URIS
-WE LOVE OUR JEWISH CHEERLEADER LESBIAN
-yes, Sarah Uris is cheer captain. The other cheerleaders are skeptical of her, but treat her ok nonetheless.
-Sarah Uris is a softie who will tell you to fuck off.
-bridwatcher. Sarah loves her birds. She likes to sit with Jill. Jill draws birds while Sarah quietly talk about the birds.
-Brenna loves to play with her curls, braiding them and doing fun styles with them with the help from McKenna.
-sundresses one day, shorts and a shirt the next.
-her hair is so nice! Think...classic curls. Google for reference.
-the cheerleaders don’t go to track meets or softball games. So, since Brenna and Edith are both in track and Jill and Riley are softball players, she goes in her own cheerleading outfit, and even snags one for McKenna, (who isn’t a cheerleader.) and they both cheer at track and softball.
-must I remind you that Jill is a simp for BOTH OF THEM. AND BRADLEY?? HE CHEERS THEM ON TOO.
-one time Bradley actually got into a cheerleading skirt??!!
-anyways, back to Sarah.
-she loves to give everyone kisses before leaving. Here’s how she gives them:
Jill: cheek kiss, runs a hand through her hair.
Edith: takes Edith’s face in her hands and kisses her nose. Edith sometimes backs up a little when she feels a little panicky about germs, but always accepts Sarah’s kiss.
Bradley: forehead. She ruffles his hair, and sometimes, Bradley kisses her chin as she is kissing his forehead.
McKenna: near her lips. Like, the corner of her mouth. 🥺
Brenna: cheek kiss. She holds brenna’s chin while kissing her.
Riley: straight on the lips. Or the forehead if you song ship stozier.
-ok, I am a huge fan of Sarah+Riley....but then there is Edith. Poly??? Possibly
-anyways, Sarah loves to make flower crowns and put them in bradley’s hair.
-she and Brenna are very close. If Sarah isn’t next to Bradley, or has Riley’s arm around her shoulders, she is with Brenna, either holding her hand or showing her stuff about plants or birds. She gives Brenna constant praise about the barrens
-very grumpy a lot.
BRENNA HANSCOM
ok, Brenna is straight. I didn’t change that.
-Brenna thinks constructively, and is a visual learner. Constantly thinks about the future.
-ok, she is so so so sweet. Likes to wear this cute pink skirt, but only around the losers.
-POETRY
-She loves to read and wrote poetry. It’s so cute I just can’t aaaah-
-ok, so she’s on the track team. Edith convinces her in 10th grade.
-HAIR CLIPS! she has them in her hair, and tons extra in her backpack.
-Bradley loves it when Brenna plays with his hair and puts clips in it.
-she and Bradley are very good friends.
-she may be straight, but isn’t uncomfortable when Sarah holds her hand or Riley talks about her gay situation or when Jill tells her she’s pretty. She just isn’t gay but she loves and supports her gay friends. She even kissed McKenna in a game of spin the bottle
-poor baby has body insecurities...
-ugh, she hates Henry Bowers. But she loves ice cream! She likes vanilla because it’s sweet and plain.
-when they have sleepovers, everyone always has a disc of New Kids on the Block to play for her (AAA!)
-Riley literally swore to protect her. Even though Riley’s sarcasm can be demeaning, she trusts her.
-Brenna Hanscom, a sweetie that will fight for you.
McKenna Hanlon, the badass vegan who definitely has WAP.
-ok, I didn’t change her race, she is still black.
-McKenna is a sign of hope. Everyone feels so uplifted around her.
-she has this signature pink lipstick she wears everyday the Greta Bowie makes fun of, but she still wears it.
-she loves bubblegum. McKenna has it ALL THE TIME.
-inspiration? Yes. She is a goddess.
-ok, she is so nice, but that gun she has? Pennywise doesn’t stand a chance. McKenna is a fighter.
-McKenna has these cute little pig tails that she wears with purple ribbons. Jill loves to listen to her talk.
-definitely the least insane of all the losers, but girl knows how to have fun!
-not a huge smoker, but occasionally will share one with Bradley.
-the friendship between McKenna and Bradley is impeccable. They are a badass duo.
-I don’t know what her sexuality is. She definitely doesn’t. Although she and Jill got caught making out in a closet. They said it was no strings attached....suspicious.
-she is indeed vegan. She just has a special love for animals and can’t bring herself to eat them. She isn’t protesting everyone to go vegan, she just eats how she wants. She occasionally slips and goes for ice cream though😉
-at the rock war, after she recovered a little from Bowers, SHE BEAT HIS ASS!
-my queen, gosh I love her!
-she is so much fun to be around. One time, in the barrens, she installed a swing so she could sit in somethin because Riley and Edith and Sarah are always in the hammock together. (It’s bound to break).
-need a therapist? She’s ya girl.
EDITH!!
-ok, so this looks very soft girl, but Edith is fiery!
-her mom makes her worry a lot about disease and what not, but her anxiety about what her mom may do is worse.
-seriously, she is scared of her mother. She doesn’t even know if her sickness are real.
-anyways, don’t fuck with her. She will bite you.
-no seriously, she will bite you. One time in a fight with Hockstetter, she bit him. She was worried she might have gotten something in her mouth, but Sarah calmed her down.
-she may bicker with Riley, but really, she loves her. Her and her stupid glasses,
-anyways, she is a sweetie. She runs track, but as long as Riley is waiting on the sidelines with her inhaler at the end, she is alright.
-someone give this girl a hug.
-internalized homophobia towards herself.
-she and Bradley are good, they just aren’t as close. Edith is closest with Jill.
-Edith looks up to Jill, big time.
-Edith hates her mom very very much.
-she wears cute little tops with shorts or skirts. Occasionally she will wear overalls.
-fuck greta Bowie campaign? Yeah, Edith started it.
-Fanny pack! She has an extra pair of glasses for Riley, Bobby pins for Sarah, an extra pen or pencil for Jill, a mini stick of Bradley’ favorite deodorant, hair clips for Brenna, and McKenna’s favorite bubblegum.
-Riley calls her Eds. She hates it because it sounds like a boy name. She hates it even more when Riley calls her Eddie.
-kisses tears away. Crying? She will kiss your cheeks and wipe those tears away. She did that when Brenna got cut by Bowers.
-inhaler? Yes. It’s her little beacon of safety.
-ice cream and comic books with Riley, bird watching and flower crowns with Sarah are her favorites!
-doesn’t know her sexual preference, she’s just not straight.
-butterflies always land on her when she’s outside. One landed on her nose once and Riley and Sarah started rock-paper-scissoring for who got her. (That was long forgotten since Riley is a sore loser.)
-my baby has long hair is very slight waves. It goes down to her breasts.
-likes to wear Jill’s Flannels.
-OK SHE IS SO CUTE IN A PAIR OF BAGGY JEANS AND A TANK TOP, WEARING SOMEONE’S JACKET OMG
-Edith is cold? Never. She always has someone’s something, whether it’s McKenna’s iconic leather jacket or Jill’s flannels
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Ok! Those are my headcanons. Feel free to repost, I don’t give a damn. If you want drawings or more headcanons of them, I am always open. I had this posted on my old account but that got taken down....I was previously coffeeandweasleys
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random harry potter characters headcanons because i am bored
includes: fred, george, harry, ron, hermione, ginny, luna, seamus, dean, neville, padma, parvati, cedric, angelina, alicia, katie, cho, draco, adrian, blaise, and pansy.
warnings: slight modern!au, swearing, food mention
these are all headcanons i made on the spot so i’m sorry if they suck. i’m just really bored. it is also all over the place. a lot of these are collabs between some characters. i hope you enjoy though!
(by the way, the little dashes are just dividers)
rest under the cut!
fred would dance around his room at 3 am to literally any song.
jazz, classical, rock, metal, pop he does not give a fuck.
he woke up george once by jumping on his bed and playing all star on his electric guitar.
probably a song writer
uses “life is short” as an excuse to act on his bad decisions
dancing in the rain is one of his favorite things to do
sleeps at 3 am or pm, you decide.
hopeless romantic
good old fashioned lover boy by queen is his song
has a soft spot for hufflepuffs
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george loves birds and bugs. completely unrelated to the last one but it’s true.
saw an injured bird outside his room when he was 5.
he cried and immediately took it in.
also cries when someone kills a bug.
thinks the bug’s family would be angry and disappointed in him.
enjoys painting random objects in his room
loves being called pet names
something like dear, honey, or hubby would make his heart burst
loves using them for his significant other as well
hopeless romantic part 2
has a soft spot for ravenclaws
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harry is a night owl and he likes reading comic books.
he likes listening to rock music. i said what i said.
prefers being alone
likes quiet places and probably has a hideout
usually doesn’t understand poetry until he reads it like 20 times
has a soft spot for ravenclaws
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ron adores ducks.
tears up when he sees them and always used to beg molly to keep them.
still tears up to this day.
not a big fan of seagulls though
he’s scared of them
but eagles are cool
likes country and rock music
also takes an interest in photography
the breakfast club is his favorite movie
has a soft spot for hufflepuffs
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hermione loves listening to taylor swift.
reads to her songs always.
ravenclaws save her a special seat in their common room because a lot of them grew quite fond of her
a taste tester for hufflepuffs who go to katie’s lessons you’ll understand this later
she actually enjoys dressing up as well even if there wasn’t an event
has a soft spot for ravenclaws
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ginny accompanies dean while he draws.
she just likes looking at other people do what they love so it’s not only dean.
she sometimes zones out looking at hermione read a book, always taking note of the facial expressions and guessing what she just read,
catching harry push his glasses up or cleaning them,
also is with luna every time she paints.
luna has a few artworks with ginny as her muse.
gin likes the simple things in life.
loves board games
sometimes a little too competitive
struts down the hallways with her significant other
she’d never admit it but she loves 10 things i hate about you
has a soft spot for slytherins
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luna almost always goes with neville to the gardens.
she helps him with whatever he needs and sometimes draws a few stuff.
she’s a photographer too so she loves waking up early in the morning and taking photos.
amazing at braiding hair
and making flower crowns
likes reading royal fantasy books
watches 10 things i hate about you with ginny
has a soft spot for slytherins
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seamus also hangs out with luna sometimes,
talking to each other about whatever.
he thinks she’s interesting and would make great conversations.
she does.
he also took some painting lessons from her
meditates
loves pumpkin juice
likes the movie my girl
has cried more than he will ever admit
has a soft spot for slytherins
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dean has a wall in the boys dorm room where he puts up all his drawings.
the guys love it and always just stares at all of them in awe.
they’re all so amazing
is usually the first to notice when someone is sick
takes care of them immediately
loves sweaters
knows how to speak in latin
has a soft spot for hufflepuffs
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neville goes to hagrid way more often than anyone thought.
he learned how to take care of the creatures, make some awesome tea,
he also sometimes helps hagrid clean his own house.
helps others in herbology
likes green tea
loves overalls
has a soft spot for ravenclaws
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padma holds a record of the fastest writer at hogwarts
yeah, she’s amazing at it
ended up publishing her own fantasy book starting at hogwarts
sold out faster than expected
she is also a singer
amazing singer
movie marathons are her thing
prefers crime shows/movies
soft spot for gryffindors
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parvati is very very very protective over her sister
does archery and is amazing at it
a very chill person until you mess with her loved ones
loves sixteen candles
adores puppies
watches big bang theory
soft spot for slytherins
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cedric plays the piano.
the ravenclaw common room is where the only piano is at hogwarts so he goes there quite often.
everyone loves hearing him play.
other students gather around with their instruments and sing along as well.
wears glasses for reading
netflix type of guy
probably a theatre kid
has a soft spot for gryffindors
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angelina also took piano lessons from cedric.
she just asked him one day where he learned it and he said his father taught him and he could tell that she wanted to learn.
so, he offered to teach her.
she was a natural at it and the lessons are always fun, even for the ravenclaws
angelina is also a tutor at hogwarts.
it all started with george and fred and she realized that she actually quite enjoyed it.
all her students love her
has a soft spot for ravenclaws
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alicia is always the group leader in every group work she’s ever done.
she’s also usually the main organizer for any event at hogwarts.
she’s usually there with the help of angelina and katie.
they all work very well together
has a soft spot for slytherins
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katie has a passion for cooking.
she’s friends with a lot of hufflepuffs and she meets a lot of them by the kitchens.
in there, they watch her cook amazing dishes and baked goods.
she was able to teach a few others how to as well.
the house elves love her.
has a soft spot for hufflepuffs
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cho has an interest in fashion designing.
mcgonagall found her making a dress once in an empty hallway with some cool music playing.
minnie was amazed.
she was also able to start a fashion club at hogwarts.
luna, katie, dean and a few other were apart of this club as well.
likes pudding as much as luna does
has a soft spot for gryffindors
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draco plays the violin.
pretty unexpected to his friends because he never really told anyone til goyle walked in on him playing in his dorm room.
he is actually very good at it.
combs his hair too often
the type to take too long at the water fountain
finishes his water bottle after like less than two hours of getting it
acts ‘ominous’ to the point where it’s funny
soft spot? for ravenclaws
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adrian teaches young students how to play quidditch
his favorite color’s green for nature
actually loves reading and writing poetry
“most respectful”
has a soft spot for gryffindors
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blaise seems very intimidating but is actually very sweet
shouts at quidditch games (much to everyones surprise)
loves the rain
likes dark academia movies
it’s basically his whole aesthetic
holds a record for most botts beans that fit in the mouth (without puking)
has a soft spot for hufflepuffs
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pansy has a whole drawer of jewelry as she should honestly
actually soft for cats but it’s not like she’ll ever tell anyone
loves playing with other’s hair
massages her friend’s backs
they do the same for her
a goddess at card games
is actually a gymnast
has a soft spot for ravenclaws
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bonuses: george and fred’s favorite movie to watch together is bill and ted’s excellent adventure
all the gryffindors have a movie night at least once a week and others from different houses join along as well
hermione, ginny, luna, parvati, padma, angelina, alicia, katie, and cho have girl nights
the same with the guys though it was quite awkward at first due to draco being there but they eventually warmed up to each other (after like 4 months)
no one really knows how draco and the slytherins even got there but yk
they never tell anyone that they’re comfortable with each other now though
tags: @quadrupledeckertaco @audreysmusings @georgeweasley19 @krasivayadarling @crookedhag
and others who i think would enjoy this: @lunalovecroft @whizboyhalo @darthwheezely @sirlorelai @puntuations @cherryweasleys @amourtentiaa @whatthefuckimbisexual @gredmforge (you don’t have to read if you don’t like!)
#harry potter headcanons#harry potter fanfiction#fred weasley headcanons#fred weasley#george weasley headcanons#george weasley#harry potter#ron weasley headcanons#ron weasley#hermione granger headcanons#hermione granger#ginny weasley headcanons#ginny weasley#luna lovegood headcanons#luna lovegood#seamus finnigan headcanons#seamus finnigan#dean thomas headcanons#dean thomas#neville longbottom headcanons#neville longbottom#cedric diggory headcanons#cedric diggory#cho chang#draco malfoy#adrian pucey#blaise zabini#pansy parkinson#sofia’s writing#i’m gonna reach the limit byehejdjd
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ANYWAY here’s a HUGE write-up of the various stuff we saw in the Kingdom Hearts 20th Anniversary video
First, Dark Road Stuff:
First: Xehanort KNOWS he was Player??? THAT’S fucked up lmao
A new cast of Dark Road characters!! I don’t think any of these we saw previously, which is fun!
We see Xehanort’s keyblade armor, and it looks like the No Heart BBS fight! So it’s just always had the little crown motif which is kinda cute. Also one of the original capital-d Darknesses is there, and evidently killed all the other students l o l.
God the jpeg artifacts on this game. It really was built in flash, huh
I’m curious to see who he’s mourning in this shot - is it his mom that we saw at the end of khux? Is it the master who maybe dies at the end? Who Knows
Missing Link Stuff:
As much as I’ve been wanting a khux mmo for a while, I wasn’t expecting............. this. Whatever Missing Link is. Because I have some Theories.
Specifically this shot. This is definitely in the early alpha stages because beta signups are opening later this year but like... to ME, the overhead shots of this game feels. Like a augmented reality map game?? Like Pokemon Go or Pikmin Bloom?? I hope to GOD it’s not but it feels like a legitimate city with the little Large Body in the bottom right and the little green markers, it feels like a real life walk game and I’d HATE that. I’m sure it isn’t but. Man. Dystopian thoughts.
But hey check it out we get THREE new keyblades! A red and black one that feels like a gear, a green and gray one with what looks like a wire mesh around a lantern, and a sharp one that looks kind of between Starlight and Missing Ache. I have a feeling there’s some sort of class system that encourages the multiplayer that we see near the end of the trailer here:
Also my boy Brain is there!! And I refused to call him Blaine, you can pry Brain from my cold dead hands.
And now, of course, Kingdom Hearts 4 Stuff:
So this feels deliberate, right? Like this is a very obvious message, displayed a couple of times in different areas, written in the in-universe KH alphabet. The first character in the first word is A, the last character is 7, and in the second word there’s a punctuation mark and then a 3. But a lot of it I don’t know, and people haven’t translated yet :(
Also this is the first we start seeing of the dark force in the trailer, which I’m gonna tentatively call the “Heartless” for now. Which I have my doubts about.
Also yeah that’s Endor LOL
MY SLEEPY GIRL also jesus her feet are big, I can see why her yellow shoes are so HUGE now, wearing Size 20s out here
MY OTHER SLEEPY GIRL who looks rough but she has been dead for like a thousand years so. Sleep it off, Strel
They feel TINY compared to the doors and deck lmao, like look how little bitty they are
THIS is interesting, we see English script alongside the Scala script. Which... is weird. Also the D-Dream and D-Eater is very interesting and fun lol, it’s another parallel to DDD alongside Missing Link using a cover of the DDD version of Dearly Beloved
And of course, our Baddy. Who actually looks a lot like Dark Inferno! There’s some differences - no weapons, no glow, no bandana - but it’s got a lot of visual similarities. Also, interestingly, Re:Mind’s Dark Inferno χ is stated to be a “Darkness” sleeping inside of Ven, maybe Vanitas, so it’s possible this is another original Darkness as well? We do see MoM and Luxu here in a second so it could track.
The grapple is SICK and very interesting, almost a fleur de lis?
SORA’S GOT HIS BUILDING SKATING POWERS BACK
We see Luxu and MoM (assumedly, because of the posture? The rightmost one is at least MoM for sure)
And I really like the font!! It’s different, a little more clean than the one in the Dark Seeker Saga.
And of course Goofy and Donald looking for Hades because Sora literally died.
Also this is just a funny smear frame but it’s nice to see they’re embracing the more comical side of things too! They’re making sure it stays cartoony which I like
Anyway that’s all I’ve got for now and tomorrow I’ll ramble more
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Here are my favourite fics written in 2020! ✨
(Obviously there’s tons of great 2020 fics I haven’t read yet)
Pt. I = everything over 20k words
Sorted by word count. Hope you enjoy!
📔 Mine Would Be You by crinkle-eyed-boo | @crinkle-eyed-boo 115k
(E, Larry, Exes to Lovers, Artist!Harry, Writer!Louis)
Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?
📔 Have Love, Will Travel by kingsofeverything | @kingsofeverything 97k
(E, Larry, Friends to Lovers, Road Trip)
Rather than spend the summer working at their desks, Louis and Harry are given the opportunity to crisscross the country together in a tiny camper, filming their adventures for a YouTube series. It soon becomes obvious to their viewers that there’s something more than friendship between them. Eventually, they figure it out.
📔 You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) by lucythegoosey | @harryrainbows 95k
(E, Larry, Canon Compliant, Exes/Enemies to Lovers, Fake Relationship)
Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.
📔 The Murmur of Yearning by MediaWhore | @mediawhorefics 93k
(M, Larry, Historical AU, Slow Burn)
Four years ago, Harry Styles was forced into a marriage of convenience to enrich and ally both his and his promised's families. The sudden, and slightly suspicious, death of the Marquess of Haxshire, however, brings great disturbance to Crescentfield Hall and, as his late's husband's closest male relative, Harry unexpectedly finds himself the head of a family he never felt he belonged to.
📔 Nothing But You On My Mind by nonsensedarling | @absoloutenonsense 84k
(E, Larry, Enemies to Lovers, (modern) Royalty AU)
Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.
📔 Untamed Hearts by Layne Faire | @laynefaire 69k
(E, Ziam, side Larry, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining)
It could have been the heat of the summer sun; it might have been the silvered sheen of an early harvest moon. If he dug deep enough, Liam could find every reason ever needed to explain away what happened. In the end, though, it all came down to two meddling friends, a touch of Prince, a bit of Keats, and the moon over the ocean. Its a recipe for disaster. Or love. Probably love.
📔 Live a Thousand Lifetimes by Layne Faire | @laynefaire 58k
(E, Ziam, very minor side Larry, Canon Compliant, Future Fic, Exes to Lovers, Farm)
It’s 2025. After secretly writing and producing their first album in ten years, One Direction is weeks away from releasing their first new single and announcing a world tour. With the whirlwind about to begin again, Liam re-evaluates the last ten years - the fame, the money, the people who changed his life forever - and the person who walked away.
📔 The Recklessness in Water by LarryOn 51k
(E, Larry, Enemies to Lovers, lifeguard!Harry, unemployed!Louis)
Louis Tomlinson is miserable. He's stuck on a family vacation at a lake cabin in New Hampshire when all he wants to do is bemoan his sorry existence and wallow in his sweatpants. As if the humidity and mosquitos weren't bad enough, he becomes the singular target of an obnoxious lifeguard named Harry.
📔 Need So Much Of You by lululawrence | @lululawrence 47k
(Not Rated, Larry, Canon Compliant, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers)
The would-have-been canon compliant, fake relationship, friends with benefits, friends to lovers fic where Louis wonders if this thing going on with Harry is going to break him or change everything for the better.
📔 We Can Take The Long Road Home by pinkcords | @pinkcords 46k
(E, Larry, Strangers to Lovers, Road Trip)
Harry and Louis fall in love down the coast of California.
📔 Caves End by jacaranda_bloom | @jacaranda-bloom 40k
(E, Larry, famous/non-famous, Farm)
The one where Harry has lost his future, Louis has lost his past, but maybe together, they can find a way through the dark.
📔 Say It Back by wordsnnotes | @quelsentiment 40k
(T, Larry, side Ziam, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, College/Uni AU, Asexual Character)
Harry doesn't know what he wants; Louis is too caught up in his problems to care about what he wants; Niall knows perfectly well what he wants, and that's to be everybody's best friend and comic relief; Zayn thought he knew what he wanted until he's reminded of the past; and Liam has come to terms with the fact that it's okay not to know what you want sometimes.
📔 Until by allwaswell16 | @allwaswell16 38k
(E, Larry, side Shiall, famous/non-famous, Enemies to Lovers, Farm)
Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star.
📔 Love Moves Like The Sea by flamboyo | @chrysopon 33k
(M, Larry, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Sharing a Bed)
Spending two weeks in his uncle's old house by Lee Bay beach is not Louis' ideal holiday, but sadly is the only one he can afford this summer. Spending those alone with Harry, his best friend who he has spent the last five years in love with, may make everything a little better, though. Away from everyday reality, alone somewhere that makes you forget your past and gloss over your future, maybe it's time for two friends to finally explore what they haven't said (but felt) for years.
📔 If Love Was Easy, They’d Call It Hockey by drowninshallowwater | @drowninshallowwater 28k
(Not Rated - there is smut though, Larry, Hockey AU, Friends to Lovers, hockey player!Louis, doctor!Harry, feat one of my favourite bands in a supporting role)
The one where it takes a broken collarbone for Louis to get back what he lost, even if it is seven years down the road.
📔 Sunflower: Vol. 1 by ourownstrings | @ourownstrings 27k
(M, Larry, side Ziam, farmer!Louis, florist!Harry, Misunderstandings, Grief/Mourning, Depression)
“Real farmers love mornings.” Louis hated that sentiment. But then he wasn’t a real farmer. He just got stuck in the family business and drags himself to the farmers market where he put on his best sunny sales pitch. That is until he meets the new flower vendor. The flower boy who is even wearing floral-patterned clothes as he sells bouquets. Suddenly, Saturday mornings are the highlight of his week.
📔 Walls Are Just Walls (You Are My Home) by logogram | @et-y-etc 26k
(E, Larry, famous/non-famous, Friends to Lovers)
After being injured in a hiking accident, musician Harry and his bodyguard are stuck on the trail with no cell service, no supplies, and with nightfall coming. Louis, who’s a wilderness first responder, comes across them, gives first aid, and calls for a rescue.
📔 A Road To Something Better by taggiecb | @taggiecb 25k
(E, Larry, writer!Louis, mayor!Harry, Friends to Lovers)
Louis Tomlinson, famous romance novelist, has just had the rug pulled out from under his feet when his boyfriend leaves him without notice. What's the most appropriate response to this? Move a thousand miles away and seclude himself in a tiny lake town, of course. But nothing is as he expects it to be in the very best way, especially not the handsome mayor of McAll, Idaho.
📔 You Burn so Bright You can Blind Somebody by heartmeetsbreakx | @heartmeetsbreakx 20k
(GA, Ziam, minor side Larry, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, YouTuber!Liam)
Liam is a popular YouTube vlogger and sometimes Zayn is his cameraman. Liam's subscribers start analyzing their relationship and it changes everything.
#hlsource#hldaily#hlcreators#tracksintheam#zmu#liam93productions#dailytomlinson#stylesnews#2020 fic rec#larry fic rec#ziam fic rec#my fic rec#mine#making this post on a tablet takes EFFORT y’all#hope i didn’t forget any tags
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parings: Ushijima x reader , Iwaizumi x reader and Sakusa x reader
warnings: NSFW (under the black lines) daddy kink w hajime, Timeskip Haikyuu. language? jealousy? fannon sakusa? anal w sakusa. bad grammar :)
a/n: as a compressed woman myself, i don’t think there is enough compressed content out there, or maybe i haven’t found any.
Ushijima Wakatoshi
this man LOVES you, you cannot put it into words
let’s start with being in public
he isn’t touchy feely with you in public, never. he think it looks bad and does’t wanna make you uncomfy
does hold your hand... kind of. You def. have smaller hands than he does so you grab his pinky most of the time, he thinks its really damn cute.
leaned down to kiss your forehead.
if you’re ever out to go eat at like a stand or sum, he sits down and he’s basically looking at you or at your chest depending on the chair.
ONLY PDA THING HE WILL DO ONCE IN A WHILE IS LEAN HIS HEAD ON YOUR CHEST AND PUT HIS HANDS ON YOUR BUTT IF HES FEELING ADVENTUROUS.
i know id love this- HIM LOOKING UP AT YOU AND ASKING FOR PERMISSION TO LIKE CARESS YOUR LOVE HANDLES OR HIPS BC UR SO THICC AND HE FUCKING LOVES EVERY SINGLE INCH *sigh* im touch starved
When it comes to being at home, he’s legit the most handsiest airhead in the freaking world
He could be laying on the couch, he makes you sit on his lap and your like “mmm, no” but he reminds you that he’s legit full nelsoned your ass while standing in front of a mirror and you like “..... y-you don’t need to remind me!!!” so you sit on his lap
y’all start talking and he’s like really distracted with you chest, doesn’t matter the size he just want his hand on your boobs.
very touchy man in private, this man was touch starved until you came in and now he can get enough.
“Toshi? What are you doing?”
Hes caressing your boobies and he just smiles like the big dumb idiot he is and whispers something about being in love with your chest and he sits up a lil and just shoves his face in ur tits, like not even in a sexual way.
let’s also add a lil nsfw in this fluff
when you guys first did the deed you hesitated in taking of your clothes, you did not want him to see you naked, not yet at least. he didn’t mind at, but he made you wear his shirt.
you kissed him and changed in the bathroom and when you came out wearing his shirt like a dress, he got embarrassingly hard
that day he realized that his favorite position w you (only when you wear his shirts) is doggy style bc he’d ruin all his shirts and ball up the hem of it to pull you so deep into his cock and holy shit he’s never felt so much euphoria
he’s got you screaming his name, drooling over the bed sheets, covering his cock with your orgasm. god he loves the sight of your body giving out due to multiple orgasms.
also loves eating you out, wow
he’s told you that he’d be happy if he suffocated in-between your thighs
you had to let out a giggle but like it turned into a moan
cocky bastard
loves leaving marks on you, there’s so much skin to cover, and he wants to do it all.
Iwaizumi Hajime
I 100% believe that this boys mother is compressed as well and you cannot tell me otherwise
loves public pda especially at night
has to be touching you in some way shape or form
either holds your hand, your waist or your ass, just depends how you’re feeling and how he’s feeling
kisses your hand or the crown on your head
say if your ever standing in line and your in front of him, he will lean his head down and put his chin on top of your head
slaps your ass when he think no one is looking BUT SOMEONE IS ALWAYS LOOKING and he just makes you really embarrassed
i think he’s definitely an ass guy so he pinches your butt a lot
when he went to Irvine in Cali, he just had to take you with him, he couldn’t just leave his baby all alone without him.
you guys had a free day so y’all went to laguna beach, lucky it wasn’t as packed as it usually was or so you heard
at this point iwaizumi has given you enough confidence to wear a two piece, (obviously high waisted)
half the time at the beach you felt like he wanted to bark at the guys who stared at your ass while you sun bathed.
he’d bother you a lot for kisses and low key make out sessions
and let me tell you when he pulled away from the kiss and saw how plum and fucking red your lips where, he was hard, he’s never wanted you to wrap you mouth around his cock so bad
he calmed down for a bit, went into the water and cooled down, while you still laid on you belly enjoying the sun
at some point he was the one sunbathing and you where in the water
and now he believes that he picked the wrong pair of short to wear bc he got hard while watching you walk back to your spot, water just dripping down every curve and in every crook of your body
“We’re going back to the hotel now.”
you don’t complain, it’s not like you didn’t fucking notice how hard his cock was, it made your mouth drool
god getting to the hotel, he wasted no time at all what so ever.
kissed you all around, you skin tasted salty and fresh on his tongue
you broke the kiss to tell him that you guys should probably get into the shower or sand will be everywhere.
SHOWER SEX
Hajime has a love/hate relationship with shower sex but today he didn’t care, he just pounded into your pussy like it was the last time he’d ever feel you
He loves pulling your body, you back close this his chest while he’s ramming into you, whispering the naughtiest things in your ears.
it either “you’re so tight, fuck, you’re twitching. Does it feel that good, hm? You’re pussy wrapped around my cock, taking me in so well. You love this don’t you, filthy little thing you are.”
he also likes teasing you, god he loves just holding your hips just to fuck you so slowly, edging you. “Are you gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock? You’re gonna be daddy’s good girl and cum all over my cock, right?”
he’s such an asshole, i need to stop writing bc i legit wont stop. i love hajime so much omfg
Sakusa Kiyoomi
Oh boy Sakusa is def hard to write about, but i love him so ill do it
I think is he dated a compressed reader, he’d def tease them about their height, never their weight
Although he’s always been iffy about touching, there’s just something about you
he always has to be touching you somehow
his teammates at MSBY are really surprised to figure out that he has an S/O and that he lives and breathes the same air as their Oomi
They are really surprised when you come one day after practice and he doesn’t immediately go to the showers, go goes straight to kiss you just to say a quick hello and then he rushes into the shower.
Atsumu’s like, “how you do dat?” you shrug it off bc you have no idea either bc ever since you’ve started dating he gets a lot more comfortable with you
his teammates love you by the way especially bokuto and hinata (ima say u used to be karasunos co manager w yachi)
thicc boys and girls hang together
anytime bokuto tries hugging you, you’re ready to accept him with open arms but Oomi is just like NO. BIG NO
Pouty boy sakusa doesn’t want bo accidentally feeling you up bc thats his job
Obviously atsumu is the comic meme where it’s like “are you sakusa’s new girlfriend! Dude! He told me you were hot but i didn’t believe him, bc like have you seen him? out of his league. Like, btw, fuck him, dude. Lets elope- I AIN’T DOIN NOTHIN!” atsumu thinks you’re hot always flirts w/ you bc he low key has a thing for thicc girls (probably gonna write something about that bc i know for a fact people believe that he’d call a big girl “pig” but i think he’d be the type of asshole to hide the fact that he’s dating you bc he’s called people pigs and what not but during his time at MSBY bokuto def. rubbed of on him.
atsumu high key doesn’t remember you but YOU DEF REMEMBER HIM
you bumped into him while refilling waters and he’s like “watch it pig”
sakusa heard what you said and atsumus like “oh shit....”
you can’t tell me sakusa did not grad his usual cute scarf and try to suffocate him with it bc he insulted his s/o before he was their s/o
“we barely knew each other then stop trying to kill him Oomi!”
high key sakusa saw you that day and was like wow.
you can out of the bathroom with ur cute hand towel and hand sanitizer, you were low key sick but didn’t wanna put anyone at risk so u had a mask on too
you caught his looking and you just waved, you don’t really remember that day but he def does bc he fell i love with u then and there
his cousin had to drag him away from following you down the hall and ask what was you cleaning regimen bc he knew id freak u out a lil but it really wouldn’t have.
sukusa is only public handsy if he’s tipsy or when he’s at home w you and the three boys (atsumu, bokuto and hinata) he says he hates them but he doesn’t and you know that bc he wouldn’t let them into their house if he did
they WILL NOT LEAVE IF THE MISS THE TRAIN OR ARE TOO DRUNK TO WALK YOU FORCE OOMI TO LET THEM SLEEP OVER
You’re like covering them with blankets any everything and lightly waking them up to put a pillow under their head, hinata low key starts crying bc he says you’re so sweet and that oomi should be feel so lucky that he’s got someone like you
okay hinata almost makes you cry but u like just boop his nose and giggle it off
while you’re covering up atsumu, he starts flirting with you and u just laugh but tell me why sakusa will come behind you and just wrap his arms around you, puts his chin on your shoulder and glares at him
basically saying “leave my woman alone.”
atsumu is high key (even if sakusa doesnt realize but you do) enticing sakusa so you can get a good fuck tonight bc he feels a lil bad for intruding.
TELL ME WHY IT WORKS THO
Sakusa will like drag you to bed, tease you. tie your hand behind your back so you can’t touch him and all you can do is watch him strip for you
god his body is sculpted by Himeros himself because his body is so damn sexy
after hes down to his boxers he covers your eyes with a cloth and he gives you a good face fucking,
you cannot tell me that he doesn’t get so fucking hard after taking off the cloth and seeing how red a watery your eyes are
also this motherfucker is so dirty in bed i’m sorry (cannon him will not touch u tho like mmm sakusa cannon is a pillow prince, its still hot, def will write about it soon)
he would lick up you salty tears, and kiss your plump lips after he made you swallow his cum
he fucks you in front of the mirror that day but not on the bed
he makes you lean into your vanity so you can see up close how much of a drooling and crying mess me make you
you’re gipping onto the vanity and you’re on your fucking tippy toes, you’re twitching and so close to breaking the fucking vanity bc this isn’t your first orgasm, its probably the third or fourth
he’s covering your mouth with one hand and the other on your hip for grip as he pounds you
he might stick a finger or two in your mouth
OH GOD I JUST THOUGHT- I JUST THOUGHT OF HIM LIKE spreading your ass too see how much you’ve cummed on his cock and he get’s the sudden urge to put this thumb in you ass, so he just runs his thumb around and it surprises you but he sees how you just tightened around his cock
he gives you a cocky look and just leans into your ear AND WHISPERS SO MANY DIRTY FUCKING THINGS WHILE NIBBLING AND LICKING YOUR EAR
“You’re such a dirty whore baby, I haven’t even put it in and you just tightened around me so good. I think- god you feel so tight... I think you might just cum from slipping my thumb into that cute ass of yours”
FILTHY , SAKUSA IS A FILTHY WHORE AND ITS FUCKING HOT
a/n: i wrote too much for sakusa when i was like wtf am i gonna write AND I ENDED UP WRITING THE MOST FOR HIM JFSIBFBSDFSKFHS IM NOT SURPRISED do i smell favoritism? yes. i’m not ashamed.
#haikyuu sakusa#kiyoomi sakusa#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa x reader#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#sakusa headcanons#hq sakusa#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#daily haiku#haikyuu manga#haikyuu spoilers#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu hq#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n#Iwaizumi#Iwaizumi Hajime#iwaizumi fanfic#iwaizumi imagine#iwaizumi fluff#iwazumi#iwaizumi drabble#iwaizumi scenarios#iwaizumi hcs#iwaizumi x you#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi x y/n#haikyuu iwaizumi
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Since my state, Georgia, is having the annual Peaches to Beaches event which is two days of statewide yard sales, I thought it would be interesting to show how America, the states, and any other countries wanting to participate both 1p and 2p would be during this event. So here you go!
Georgia is happily selling fresh produce like boiled peanuts and Vidalia onions and peach-based deserts. Her homemade peach cobbler and ice cream are to die for!
Antonio (Spain) also sells many fresh tomatoes, olives, and other vegetables. He doesn't understand why no one wants his Olive Juice though.
Hawaii and Alaska make a killing selling lemonade at their stand with a free complimentary handmade flower crown with every purchase. While using their sheer cuteness to attract everyone including one of those sweet biker gangs. It's really surreal to see a huge gang of buff, tattooed, tough-looking guys in leather wearing flower crowns and drinking lemonade. Allen's also there to supervise and ward of creep. Also, to provide people more 'incentive' to buy their lemonade.
Texas breaks out the Texas BBQ and is in a Barbecuing turf war with Jett (Australia). They draw huge crowds for the five-alarm chili as well and hold a competition who can eat the most without burning out their tongues and/or passing out.
Florida sells some of the weirdest stuff you'll ever see. "Want a full-scale model of a gator made entirely out of bottle caps? Only ten bucks! Want a portrait of Florida Man painted with orange juice? 15 bucks!"
Nevada also tries to sell weird and sketchy stuff to scam everyone. "This piece is the genuine article folks! One napkin gently used by Elvis Presley himself! Just 500 bucks! Also, gets into a haggling war with Lars (Netherlands). Somewhere Alfred's dad instincts go off and he reminds himself to ground Nevada.
California, Oregon, and Washington collaborate and California sells anything vegan or made with avocadoes and the autographs of Hollywood stars, Oregon sells his old tye-dyed shirts and records, they also made him sell his old groovy hippy bus from the sixties he'd never got rid of no one knew they had. Oregon can be a bit of a hoarder, so they had to tie him to a chair and gag him because he wouldn't surrender the bus without a fight. Washington also tries to sell and drink cups of coffee, but in the hot Southern heat, this doesn't end well.
Louisiana sells anything Cajun-style from frog legs to fresh gumbo, to beignets. Also has a full collection of Mardi Gras masks and shrunken voodoo heads on sale for two bucks a pop.
Gilbert (Prussia) gets tricked by Nevada and gets a ton of stupid things he doesn't need. Ludwig (Germany) tries unsuccessfully to keep him on a metaphorical leash.
Ludwig always checks the quality of things he sees and buys dog toys and supplies for Blackie, Berlitz, and Astor. Later, he actually buys a kiddie leash for Gilbert.
All the while Lutz (2p! Germany) is asleep in a lawn chair with his hat on his face after drinking like six cold beers from this really good booth. All the while, Klaus (2p! Prussia) finds an antique Teutonic Knights flag from a vendor whose family was from Germany.
Vash (Switzerland) buys antique guns from Alabama and Roderich (Austria) also checks out some of Tennessee's guitars. He's horrified upon seeing Alabama's banjo and washboard.
Mathew (Canada) and Emma (Belgium) combine their powers and tag team to sell the best pancakes and waffles on earth with genuine Canadian maple syrup.
New York sells tons of baseball memorabilia and collectibles. Allen, trying to save his bad-boy image, tries to be discreet when buying some while taking Hawaii and Alaska around to get something with their lemonade money. James also gets some hockey memorabilia with Michigan and Minnesota who also got snow cones.
Alaska and Hawaii see a giant deluxe dollhouse but are almost in tears when they don't have enough money. But they end up getting it for free because no one can resist their weaponized puppy dog eyes. Also, no one can resist a growling Allen. Using the leftover money, they buy cute little rainbow umbrella hats for everyone and have Allen wear one who begrudgingly accepts it.
James, walking by with an armful hockey gear and flannel shirts, bursts out laughing when he sees this. In revenge, Allen forces him to wear one too and help him carry the dollhouse, much to Hawaii and Alaska's delight! "I said go my way puck head!" "No, it's my way, you vegan loving hoser!" A passing Francis (France)' is in stylish horror when they also make him and a nonchalant Luis (2p! France), holding a case of vintage wines, wear them too. Hawaii and Alaska go around giving umbrella hats to everyone including a sleeping Lutz they pass by.
Loving (Romano) practically has to supervise Feliciano (Italy) and keep him from buying anything too stupid on impulse or get scammed. They still end up with stacks upon stacks of cookbooks, kitchen wear, and a Mona Lisa made entirely out of Macaroni. They also get umbrella hats.
Flavio (2p! Romano) browses through clothing racks to get ideas for his vintage line. Also checks out the handmade fabrics like quilts. "Such craftsmanship! This pattern is so unique and chic! I simply must have it! What's your price Bella?" The nice old woman selling the quilt just smiles, "Oh just about five dollars young man." "Perfect!" Flavio hands the quilts off to Andreas (2p! Spain) who's practically buried underneath the fabric. Luciano (2p! Italy) facepalms while holding a new knife set in its case. "Oooh! Look at those adorable hats I just have to have one." Cue three more umbrella hats and a humiliated Luciano. "Just kill me now..."
Katyusha (Ukraine), Elizaveta (Hungary), Lillie (Liechtenstein), Natalya, (Belarus), Katya( 2p! Ukraine) and Anastasia (2p! Belarus), and Michelle (Seychelles) explore with armfuls of clothes, new ribbons, and a gun case for Switzerland (Lillie), cast iron frying pans (Elizaveta, watch out Prussia!), farm tools (Katyusha), Jewelry and unmentionables (Katya), dresses (Anastasia), an assortment of switchblades (Natalya), and one of those singing fish on a plague (Michelle). It's definitely an interesting group.
Kiku (Japan) and Kuro (2p! Japan) find a nerd booth selling comics, manga, and Japanese weapons like katanas. Kuro test swings a blade and tries to slice the table so hard it breaks the blade, "Hmmm, not sharp enough for me, got anything else?" He throws it on the pile of broken blades he's already tested. Kiku stockpiles on limited-edition manga and he and the vendor end up getting into a huge, heated by Kiku standards, debate on who's waifu is best. Further down, Alfred reads every Marvel/DC comic while keeping an ear out on every state's location. He checks on Texas via his glasses and notices he's beating Australia in the chili contest. "That's my boy!"
Wisconsin wearing a cheese head sells anything cheese-based. He's got cheddar, goat cheese, string cheese, cheese spray, gorgonzola, grilled cheese, cheese curds, Mac n' Cheese, cheese sculptures of all world monuments, you name it he's got it! He also starts a war with Iowa's corn dishes and Idaho's potato dishes. They eventually end up flinging cheese, potatoes, and corn after they start dissing each other's foods. "Take this cheese brain!" "Nice aim, I-da-ho!" "I told you not to call me that!" "I'm gonna go children of the corn on y'all's behinds!" Poor Nebraska is stuck in the middle.
Alfred (America) hears the commotion and using his parent radar, immediately knows who it is and reminds himself to ground Iowa, Wisconsin, and Idaho later along with Nevada who, though still grounded for sure, makes him feel a little proud of since he managed to out haggle Netherlands.
New Mexico and Arizona also sell Native American handicrafts along with things like dreamcatchers and giant inflatable aliens. While Delaware, being the boring stick in the mud that he is, walks by with a framed and complete U.S. quarter collection from a vendor.
Kansas sells out of every sunflower she had courtesy of Ivan (Russia). Ivan and her the team up to buy out every sunflower seed from here to kingdom come. Viktor (2p! Russia) buys all the vodka he can find and a new shovel while Xiao (2p! China) tries giving people tattoos for 10 bucks a pop.
He tries to convince Yao (China) to get a hello kitty one to match the giant plushie he's holding, with the encouragement of Leon (Hong Kong) and Yong Soo (South Korea) who all collectively agree he needs to quit being such a grandpa. They also like calling him an antique-like the items on sale. " Aiyah! I'm not that old, aru!" "Yeah, you are Sensei." "Don't deny it! Da Ze!" Respect your elders!" "Tattoos originated in Korea da ze!" He totally is that old.
Oliver (2p! England) holds a bake sale and has people lined up for blocks to get some. Arthur (England), after having his scones shut down after it poisoned some unlucky squirrels, fries selling authentic magical items like unicorn hair or pixie dust. Everyone thinks he's a little crazy but he did sell a good bit of old magic books he needed to get out of his house, after making sure no one could actually use them of course.
The Nordics also went perusing for antique and handmade furniture when Mathias (Denmark) spots two full sets of Viking costumes and tries to get Lukas (Norway) to try them on with him. Lukas wasn't amused.
Berwald (Sweden) and Tino (Finland) also find a great handmade table to get after inspecting the workmanship and a full Lego set for Peter (Sealand), now if only Mathias would stop squealing like a little kid at the full piece lego death star. Emil (Iceland) keeps thinking he's the mature one until he spots a mini top hat and cane for Mr. Puffin.
In the end, everyone ends up wearing umbrella hats courtesy of Hawaii and Alaska, loving all the strange things they bought or counting the profits they made. Alfred (America) is proud of his kids and visits everyone one of their stands. He ends up looking pretty funny with an umbrella hat (HW, AK), a washboard, (AL),a picture of Florida Man, (FL), a balloon alien (NM, AZ), a tye dye shirt (CA, WA, OR), hockey stick shaped glasses (MN, MI), a giant stack of comics with a replica Thor hammer and Captain America shield on his back, all in a shopping cart (NV), and a giant turkey leg in his hand (Tx). Unsurprisingly, it was a tie between Oliver, Texas, and Australia for who earned the most with their food. Georgia just smiled as this was another great year for her state and people!
#Hetalia#2p hetalia#hetalia headcannons#hetalia states#hws states#aph america#aph england#aph france#aph italy#aph russia#aph nordics#aph prussia#aph switzerland#aph romano#aph germany#aph liechtenstein#aph austria#aph nethlands#aph canada#aph china#aph japan#aph south korea#aph ukraine#aph belarus#aph hungary#aph australia#aph belgium#aph hong kong#aph spain#aph georgia
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n°2 - “Have I already told you how cute you look?”
Thank you fluff Queen!💕
Eeeee! Let us return them to all the world’s a stage with these sweet beans and our favorite douchy Uncle Viserys! Bonus points because I included supportive brother Vis!
2. “Have I already told you how cute you look?”
Romantic One Liner Prompts
There were many things Jon Snow had been able to escape, but this was not one of them. He could get out of red carpet events, interviews, and galas. He could weasel himself out of parent-teacher conferences, playdates, and other various responsibilities that he just felt like at the time were contrary to his mood, his muse, and his creative drive.
This was not one of them.
Dany knew he didn't want to escape the event itself, but the way in which he had to attend the event, that was something he couldn't get out of. He made a fuss, wanting to know how come he couldn't just go as a side character, as the supportive husband, what have you, but nope.
"Have I told you how cute you look?"
He scowled, tugging down the very tight white vest, with its shimmery silver thread, the white pants tucked into tall boots, and accompanying plastic sword. "Not in the last five minutes."
"Well you look so cute. My perfect Prince Charming."
"Mummy!"
She glanced down at her daughter, who was wearing the dragon costume, a bright jade and lime green creation, toddling towards her. She chuckled, kneeling and lifted her baby dragon into her arms, kissing Lyella's sticky cheek. She frowned, taking the lollipop from her. "Where did you get this?"
"Vizzy!"
Ugh, my brother. The villain himself, Sorcerer Dread the Night King-- redundant name-- happened to be hiding away, because he didn't want to be seen in the campy black and red costume of the villain from Princess Periwinkle. She plucked the lollipop from her three-year-old, wagging it at her. "No candy."
Lyella pouted, sticking her tongue out. "Mummy, not Charming."
Jon burst out laughing. "You're not charming!"
"No, you are not Charming." Her words were thick and she pointed, scowling at her father. "Prince Kit."
Dany's brows arched, countering her husband, whose mouth fell slightly. "Ha! She knows your character. You aren't Prince Charming, you're Prince Kit of Catesby. Get it right."
"He's a complete buffoon!"
"He's the comic relief."
Jon huffed, tugging at the tight pants, which conformed very nice to his shapely thighs and his even better arse. He'd forgone the codpiece, although she suggested it for later. He plucked at the spandex fabric, wincing. "Dany! They're going up my arse!"
"It's such a lovely arse."
"It's a children's hospital!"
She laughed. "Don't worry, I'm the only one looking at that bum." She walked by, smacking it and he jumped, but his pupils dilated, a low growl caught in his throat. Her voice dropped, whispering. "And if anyone else does they have me to deal with."
"Yes my Queen."
"Princess!"
Lyella was not wrong there; she was indeed Princess Periwinkle, in the lilac costume, with its yards of sparkling tulle, ribbons, and accessories, making her resemble a disco ball. She had gone all out this time, for the children's hospital's annual fundraising event, a worthy cause to return to Princess Periwinkle. And she managed to convince her husband, child-- that was not difficult at all-- and her brother.
She furrowed her brow. "Where is my brother?"
"Do we really care?" Jon wondered, taking Lyella from her. He sighed at his reflection in the floor-length mirror. "Best get on with it."
"The children thank you for your sacrifice, Prince Kit of Catesby," she laughed, pinching his bum on the way out the door and down the stairs.
At the base of the staircase, near the open door, Davos was waiting with Missandei. She posed for a few candid shots that her best friend took, laughing at the silliness of it all. She hopped off the bottom step, turning and hollered up, hands cupped over her mouth to magnify her voice. "Oi! Get your skinny arse down here Vis!"
"No! Not until I'm high enough!"
"I will come up there and drag you out myself and we both know who the real dragon is in this family!"
A door slammed somewhere in Vis's Wing of Darkness, where no one ventured unless they had all their shots and a death wish. He emerged from the shadows, glowering, his silver hair cut off and sweeping over his forehead in a new style that he'd only gotten because Leylla had found bubblegum and decided to play with it while he'd been passed out. Sadly, the silver tresses had had to go.
It suited him, the short hair, she thought, laughing as he descended in the red and black caped costume, resembling a magician rather than an actual villain. Lyella reached for him. "Vizzy!" she shouted. She simpered. "I love you."
"Ugh," he complained, but it was all for show. He shook his head, disgusted. "I cannot believe I am doing this!"
"Think of the happiness you will be providing to the children," Jon said. He closed his eyes, sighing. "Never mind, that would require you to have a heart."
Not that her brother heard him, as Viserys's eyes had glazed over, dollar signs obviously pulsing from them. He glanced between them both, salivating. "Oh, yes....I like this...I understand now...You both are going to do this on camera, right?"
"No!" they shouted.
Dany punched his shoulder. "It's for charity Vis, not attention. The hospital will put out a press release and some choice photos, but that is not the point of this. It's to provide these children a break from the fact they are locked in a hospital fighting for their lives." She grabbed his arm, pulling him to the door. "Even you can spare the single cell in your heart for that. Now come on, we'll be late."
They got to the hospital, which had already prepared a large room for the children, and she swept in, in full Princess Periwinkle, keeping her emotions at bay. Each time she saw the children, so many of them with visible signs of their illnesses and conditions, it broke her heart. It made her grateful every second for her healthy child and simultaneously guilty too, because her baby was healthy and these parents were going through her worst nightmare.
She pressed it down, taking in their gleeful faces, all of them forgetting where they were, because Princess Periwinkle had decided to visit. They were delighted to see her little dragon with her along with Prince Kit of Catesby, the two of them taking seats at the front, and she began to weave a tale, dramatically beginning: "Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a princess, who only ever wanted to live a normal life, but alas, she could not, because this princess, well she was different..."
It was a childish telling of her story with Jon, one she'd come up with for the event, and she caught his sight, when he realized it, and beamed. He began to weave in his own story-- he was the true storyteller of them both-- forgetting that he hated actors and became one himself. Even Lyella joined in, crawling across the floor and pretending to 'rawr' when necessary.
And then Viserys jumped in, the villain, and everyone shouted and with the plastic swords they'd been given, attacked him and beat him back-- she failed to tell him that part-- concluding the harrowing tale with Princess Periwinkle donning the crown and wielding the Sword of Truth, vowing to always be herself, no matter what anyone thought.
"Because being yourself is the best happiness you can have at all," she ended, sweeping into a curtsey.
One of the children waved their hands, shouting. "But what about prince Kit? And the Princess?"
Jon swept her into his arms, placing a kiss lightly to her lips, half the crowd (mostly girls) cooing and the other half (mostly boys) gagging at the display of affection. His smile radiated pure joy at her. "And they lived..."
"Happily ever after!" everyone exclaimed.
Dany chuckled, accepting the second kiss her husband-- and her true prince-- dropped to her mouth. She picked up Lyella, handing her off so Jon could sign autographs as "Prince Kit" and caught sight of Vis, who was fussing with a makeup mirror in the corner. She furrowed her brow, concerned, and went to him, voice soft. "VIs? You alright?"
"Allergies," he said airily.
Her eyes widened, recognizing the shine in his lilac irises. He ducked his head away, sniffing and dusted his nose with powder. "Vis are you..." This has never happened before, what do I do? "Are you crying?"
"No!"
She laughed, reaching up and hugged him, ignoring his stiff posture until he relaxed into her. She kissed his cheek, murmuring. "You like to be the villain, dear brother, but you're really not. Maybe in another story, but not this one." She broke away, just in time for a photographer to come by and take a snap, of Vis still holding his arms around her shoulders briefly, the two silver-haired Targaryens smiling at each other.
That evening, after they had returned home, with Lyella fast asleep in her Uncle Vizzy's arms-- and photos taken to prove to Viserys that he did love his niece contrary to his protests-- Dany left them on the couch where they'd fallen, and journeyed up to her wing of the townhouse, discovering her prince was still in his costume, playing with the plastic sword.
She watched him a moment, until he saw her reflection in the mirror by the bathroom, and froze. "HOw long have you been standing there?" he demanded.
"Long enough."
He spun on his heel, smirking. He fiddled with the sword. "Been awhile since I actually wielded Longclaw, I was practicing."
She laughed, closing the door, and on a whim, flicked the lock. He arched his brow, a smile curving up slyly. "What are you doing Princess Periwinkle?"
"I seem to have lost my sword, perhaps you can help me find it."
"Hmm....I don't know where it possibly could be."
She tugged him by the belt, towards the bed, and laughed, falling backwards into the voluminous tulle skirts. "I think I have an idea, for your pants are so tight, my prince."
"I knew there had to be a reason for it."
"Let me help you with them."
"Oh thank you princess, I am most grateful."
Dany nipped his lower lip, giggling. "So show me."
#Jonerys#jonerys drabbles#my fics#my moodboards#jomerys fluff#Jonerys au#All the world’s a stage series#UNCLE VIZZY!
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