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reveseke · 1 year

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Eli Moskowitz × Hybrid! Reader; the running start | Dating headcanons

Acts through 1 to 2 are being discussed here. It's all over the place bc the creature can't focus on one part long enough bc they aren't interesting enough for his brain and having bad time organizing them lol .

Only Eli dating headcanons for this one. A second part where it's poly Eli × Moon × R is going to come bc i said so and it's going to be a bit angsty for obvious reasons.

The only reason I got these finished today is because i got frustrated and fueled for the lack of Eli x male readers. Also hyperfixation on hybrid au go brrr

Trope — strangers to friends to lovers | fluff | Romance

About reader — one " he " pronoun used to refer to Hybrid! R at one point | Second person POV. (You/your) | male reader heavy, although can be perceived as any kind of reader !

CW — Being bullied | Exclusion | Fluff | just dating lol nothing much

DNI - Fudanashis/fujodashis, women & fem-aligned, profic/proship, anti - LGBTQ+ folk & exclusionists, anti-antis, Necro- Zoo- Pedophiles + (NO)Maps(and other terms), basic DNI criteria, kink/nude/nsfw/sh/vent/pro-ana/ed/18+ blogs

Brief about the reader ! Also these headcanons are part of small fic i have going on, so in general what the reader is in the fic:

Hybrid au go brrr; oh yeah R is strongly hinted to be a dog hybrid ! Belgian malinois hybrid in story.

R is fit due to his fast metabolism & hinted to be taller than Eli, but shorter than Demetri in the actual story !

Brief background has been set for reader & part of it is mentioning abusive friendships, being seen as a troubled kid and having bad reputation at school bc of being hybrid !!

The only thing about your looks that are discussed in this hybrid au are your hybrids parts that are tan to black due to Belgian malinois colors. This does not determine your hair color in the fics/headcanons, it can be something completely different from the hybrid parts. ( Also bc these headcanons never disclosed any colors )

Otherwise gender & race ambiguous reader (if not for boys locker room), still hinted to be male/ amab ! Could also be non-binary or transmasc.

Act 1 — Officially meeting; He's had his eye out to you, but hasn't had the courage to get to know you. That's about to change !

Act ½ — Before Cobrai Kai & Miguel + formal introduction. This is a brief background check lol.

Let's just say Eli had had a eye on you at some point, were it that he noticed you hanging out with your former friends or the group of hybrids in the school or the fact that you were more indulged in a book to care what was going on around you. Or just bc you looked really good to his eye and he couldn't go without getting few glances off of you.

I mean you knew someone was watching you, but at this point being in a school of mostly humans and just few groups of hybrids it became difficult to tell since people watched you everyday anyway from afar.

Demetri had taken a notice of how Eli had been acting and glancing over his shoulders or just blatantly staring at you during their chats in the hallways or in the cafeteria. He warned Eli about you saying how hybrids were bad and could only be trouble. Take with a grain of salt since he's had very little contact with hybrids in the first place bc of him being a cowardcautious.

This being before you were pulled out if your current group and put into a new one after a nasty fight with a deer hybrid that ended up with you being rammed into and biting the girl.

Didn't exactly make good first impression to walk through that door to Eli's class with a muzzle on. But you didn't mind, the only thing you did mind was the muzzle though. It was heavy, not padded enough and put on too tight! Left a few scuffed marks on the bridge of your nose.

Of well suck it up for this time bc the first time you interacted with Eli or anybody in the home class was after few months of being there. The class was doing some history projects and one of the projects we're about a historical event that concerned hybrids. This is the first you noticed Eli as he was the one to correct them on it at first before you had even reacted. Then you corrected them further as you knew more of the situation. Ofc you knew of it hour parents did educate you about the history between hybrids and humans so you weren't confused how people may have treated you.

They cleared the mistake out and now you knew of Eli's existence. Over few months before next year you could now pinpoint your watcher. And you didn't even mind him that much since you thought he was cute while really timid.

Act 1 — meeting Eli for the first time and actually interacting with him.

Intimidated is a word one could use when Eli interacts with you the first time ! Like huh the predator hybrid from the back of the class is now my partner while it was clear that he was not to be part of the partner / group projects and did them on his own bc people were uncomfortable and kinda scared bc of him.

So for a project you were assigned as Eli's partner , usually there would be one three people project or one doing alone but not this time. Bc teacher said fuck that let's the quiet kid with the " trouble " kid.

It was a miracle to see how you interacted with him to others esp to Demetri as the boy was always cautious about hybrids. You were in charge of the project mostly since you mistook Eli's usual timid nature as him being scared of you. in truth he was in awe to be so close to you with you asking and talking to him. He thought your hybrid ears looked really nice and soft. Were they?

You tried not to intimidate him much, but after few weeks Eli had opened up more and now both of you were talking about the project more while the teacher looked really smug about having you assigned into a partner project. It was by principals note a hard thing that you weren't to be in partner or group projects because they didn't want more fights.

When the project was done Eli made it his challenge to actually befriend you and include you in things.

This making you feel really overwhelmed and having to take a time out. You don't usually trust people easily but Eli was so genuine with his quest to befriend you and there was no malice or anything in his tone or scent that would have thrown you off.

He knew you would just succumb back to your corner with the book you had so he had to try. Convincing Demetri to go with his plan was a long shot, but in the end he agreed. You three became fast friends and bonded over few common things.

actually thinking how Eli's confessing his feeling to you would go. I'd say he's too shy to out right ask you so you would have to do it. But Eli would absolutely show his interest in you by indulging into something of your interest or gifting you cool things. I'd say he's pretty crafty with his hands and likes making small things for you.

And you'd show him your interested in him by how you would be. If you like gifting things, absolutely do Eli would have them in a small container or on a shelf in the first place being proud of them. If you like baking or arts and crafts make something for him and he'll absolutely love you even more.

Over the summer if your talkative and take the first step by confessing face to face to him asking if he feels the same but at the same time being like "hey if you don't return them we can still hopefully be friends if you want to and the feelings will go away" but i don't think he'd actually listen to the end and instead blurt out his own feelings matching you.

If you don't like to do things face to face you could gift him something you find most treasurable and attach a note to it. He'd answer to it when he notices it.

But in the first place you two become a couple and that's kind of a wild ride.

Before you could actually be fully transparent with him you made him promise never to hurt either one of you and to be there through hard times and Eli agreed on it. #reader be having abusive friendships in the past that he has yet to fully heal.

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Act 2 — Dating; what kind of boyfriend is Eli and how he'd react if you were a racer in hybrid-based races?

I see Eli being really timid and shy lover, like he doesn't make himself known by words. He likes to touch you in some way or another and absolutely adored cuddle time with you.

He isn't big on PDA in the public, but you two know how much he adores and loves you by the few glances he sends you through the day.

Also bc fuck bullies, nobody be messing with Eli or Demetri as long as you are there. Well maybe verbally, but you really make a difference by being a predator-type hybrid who everybody knows not to mess with.

You take a more physical approach by being by his side and taking guard for when Kyler and his assholes come.

I'd say he likes to pet your hair and touch your ears most, he knows touching a hybrids tail is a big no no to many of them and this includes you as well. He always asks for premission before petting you since it's more appropriate than just reaching out and touching you.

He doesn't wish to alarm or scare you too much. Also because your ears are sensitive to loud noises and to touch he doesn't want you to snap.

It's usually him laying glued to your side or head on your chest or lap. Just feeling the rhythm of your heart and hearing the breaths you take calms him down.

Also Eli's not opposed to sitting in your lap and neither are you to the idea. This has been done on multiple occasions and even in public when you've just dragged the poor boy to sit on your lap if he seemed to be having a rough time.

Also using Eli as a head rest by putting your chin just randomly on his head is a thing.

Forehead kisses shared on a movie marathons and in public just a quick smooch before heading different ways.

I'd still say he's really touchy and most of the cuddle time is spend with his hand tangled in you hair or stroking your ears. He's always happy when he hears the tail go wag wag wag and thumping against something

He adores your little quirks as well if you get more doggish quirks than you let on. And when you stop masking and hiding them in private he'll be over the moon bc it means you are comfortable with your hybrid side being open to him.

Quiet times are the best, just both of you basking in each other's love and adoration.

Sleepovers are a thing that happen from time to time.

Also playing some games together doesn't matter in if they are video games or board games. They are played and most likely done with challenges.

Simple quiet cafe, library and study dates were common among the two of you.

Hiking, baking and reading together even binge watching series' and doing things together in the first place.

I think he'd enjoy trekking and hiking with you. Playful contests if which one of you is faster; which you go easy enough for Eli to let him win ;)

Eli adores your hybrid traits, absolutely makes it known by complimenting them or asking if he can touch them. this has been said once and I'm saying it again.

( Race part )

Also mandatory cuddle time after race is the best cuddle time. This is the time he's allowing you to lean into him and lay your own head on top of his chest instead of him doing so. You may– likely will be asleep after few minutes of coming home, freshening up and cuddling.

About you being a runner he'd absolutely be cheering you on, spending time with you before a race and just being really supportive in general esp if your family doesn't show much interest in it.

I really think he'd be the one to steal your clothes especially if you like oversized clothes. But otherwise your clothes would be pretty much his sizes and vice versa lol !

Also I'd see hybrid based races to be more outside and hiking trail based with fenced out area for the day of the race also just a point out that hybrid based sports/ division in sports are a lot more aggressive and competitive since they literally have completely natural weapons on them lmao so fights and injuries are more likely to be visible in the tv and/or during the sport.

It depends if the race is local and somewhere close to the valley then Eli would absolutely make sure he'd be there in person. Otherwise he'd be watching the broadcast live of the race on tv.

He's usually really supportive of you and worries a lot if any of the hybrids in the race come out as violent towards each other and you. Since this is something that commonly happens and it ain't exactly frowned at. He'd absolutely help with possible injuries and helping you calm down if the race was mentally really taxing.

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Few misc headcanons i couldn't see to fit anywhere else lol.

He's never seen your hybrid side act up to the point where your human side just slides out of the conscious, but when he does it's usually bc of someone being an absolute ass and forcing it out by being a walking hazard. Eli is the first person you go to when it happens bc the hybrid side has attach itself on him and views him as something to protect and be protected by.

Any scars you may have that were results from older fights are appreciated and seen as something to tell tales of

Also Eli would absolutely get his own validation and love for his own scar from you. Just kiss it and say it makes him look handsome and much cooler than those other losers lol.

Demetri likes to crash the dates and is sometimes just third wheeling with them bc they tolerate him enough to let him be with them on dates lol

Just thinking about Eli and you on a date on the world wheel cuddled up against each other and then Demetri just speaking his mind off on the other side about something mundane.

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stenbrozier · 4 years

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Mixed Emotions (Teen!Bill Denbrough x Reader + Teen!Richie Tozier x Reader)

“Henlo! I couldn't find your masterlist ): so I don't know if you already did something like this, but could I request a hc where Reader is split between Bill and Richie, totally lost and confused because feels like they love both? If you're okay with it of course” - @beauregard-s

Plot: You’ve known Bill and Richie since you were kids, running around in their backyards and playing with water guns. As you grow older, you grow closer to them and involuntarily start to notice how absolutely lovely they both are. You don’t wanna destroy any friendships, but you also don’t wanna suppress your feelings any longer.

Warnings: Slightly NSFW (making out, groping), implied smut, mentions of smoking weed + drinking, a n g s t + swearing

A/N: I ended up making this a fic cause I had trouble with the headcanons, but I hope you still like it ❤️ Aged up to 17!!

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Bill laughed loudly as Richie squirted you in the face with a water gun, causing you to drop yours and bring your hands immediately up to your face. You rubbed the water off of your face, trying to rub the sting out of your eye as well but not realizing you were making it worse until it hurt so bad you started to cry. Richie dropped his gun first, coming over to help you get whatever it was out of your eye.

“(Y/N/N), I’m sorry,” he said, his high pitched voice ringing in your ears as you tried to thrash and pull yourself away from him. “Bill, go get Mommy.” Bill ran through the backyard, banging on the glass sliding door before Mrs. Tozier appeared at it and wiping her hands on her apron. She opened the door, and Bill grabbed her hand, pulling her to where you were.

“Mommy,” Richie yelled loudly as he pointed at you, still crying and wiping your eyes. Mrs. Tozier ran right to your side, gently prying your hands away from your eyes as she saw the redness that took over your eye.

“Okay, Honey, can you blink?” she asked as you nodded, still blubbering as she softly blew into your eye. After a few minutes, you were able to blink without it stinging and your sniffling had stopped.

“Richie, you’re mean,” you mumbled as you pulled away from Mrs. Tozier going to sit next to Bill on the little porch swing they had. Mrs. Tozier has offered you and Bill to come over for a play date, and you guys usually loved being with one another and nothing and ever happened; however, Richie was being a bit of a “meanie”, as you would call it, and had shot you with a devilish grin on his face. His mom had him in time out, sitting on the stool at the corner of the porch while you cuddled up to Bill on the swing. You guys swung a bit, trying to sneak a conversation with Richie while his mom counted down the minutes of his punishment while she made you guys dinner.

Mrs. Tozier poked her head out of the glass door and curled her finger in a “come here” motion. She whispered something in his ear, patting his shoulder as she slipped back inside. Richie sprinted over the swing, hopping on it and causing it to rock back into the house, a smile dancing on his lips. He threw his arms around you as the swing swung back and forth, mumbling “I’m sorry” over and over again into your neck until you accepted his apology. You stayed snuggled up to Bill, and Richie wrapped himself around you. Bill’s stomach rumbled, and you giggled at the weird, moaning sound it emitted.

“You g-guys are my b-best friends,” Bill confessed after the fit of giggles that you set off. You smiled up at him, hugging him closer as you felt Richie reach his arms around to hug you both.

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You and Richie sat on that same porch swing, now 17, getting ready to live your last summer together before college. You had slept over the night before to avoid the inevitable chores your parents would’ve given to keep you away from the Losers, the friend group that had been growing ever since you were five. They didn’t like the most recent additions, addition being Bev and recent being about four years ago, and they only really liked the four original boys that you’d met through the playground and school. Bill, Richie, and you had known each other since diapers because of your moms meeting at the park while you were all playing. Stan and Eddie were the two you had acquired in kindergarten, noticing their reluctance to reach out. You decided to reach out to them, Bill and Richie tagging along and getting closer to them than you were.

However, making new friends had never separated the original trio. You and Richie were inseparable still, his outgoing personality a perfect match for yours. He had grown up a lot over the years, towering over you, and everyone, at 6’3 with skinny arms and legs. His face had thinned out and his chiseled cheek bones made every girl fawn over him, though none of them cared to admit it. None of them but you, that is.

You had developed a crush on him over the years. Truly, you think it’s more of you just finding him super hot and wanting to make out with him once or twice, but you still thought that there was some sort of attraction there. You knew that you wanted something with him, but you didn’t know what. You were pulled out of your thoughts with Bill sitting on your opposite side of the swing, throwing an arm around you and kissing the crown of your head. You looked up at him, his soft green eyes meeting yours.

Now, Bill was the one you knew you had a crush on. He had been your rock for so many years, had given you so much hope and love that you didn’t know what to do with it. When you were younger, you had always kinda liked Bill: the 5’7 boy with pretty green eyes and wispy brown hair that held you while you cried and let you stay over his house for weeks at a time. Everything with Bill was always so domestic feeling, while everything with Richie was fast paced and “live fast, die hard.”

You sat in between them both, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back as you basked in the soft breeze and low humidity. Suddenly, you heard the crash of the Tozier’s metal gate hitting the fence right next to and it jolted you out of your comfort. Bev and Eddie walked in first, Eddie mumbling to himself about the heat as he slathered on what looked, and smelt, like sunscreen.

“What the fuck,” Richie said loudly as he gestured towards the fence where Mike and Ben were walking in from. Ben closed the gate softly and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Where’s Stanny?” you asked, looking around confused as Eddie shrugged his shoulders. From beside you, Bill began to speak.

“S-stan said he’d be a b-b-bit late. H-his dad nee-needed him to r-run some err-errands.” Everyone nodded, taking their seats on the wooden porch as you scooted closer to Bill so Eddie could squeeze in next to Richie. Richie looked over at Eddie with a look of adoration, and you stifled a laugh. Of course Richie loved Eddie and not you. It might’ve made your heart sink a little in your chest, but it was easier for you to now decide who to go after.

Or so you thought.

That night, after drinking and getting high in Richie’s backyard while his parents were away, you couldn’t stop thinking about his dark, curly hair or Bill’s nonstop attention on you. You had slept over Richie’s again, not wanting your parents to see you so inebriated. Richie was still wearing off the effects of his high, cuddling up to your side as a movie played on the VCR that his parents had in the living room. He was rambling on about how pretty everyone had looked today.

“Did you see Eds’ hair?” he asked incredulously. “It was so blonde today. Maybe it was the sun, but...” He snuggled closer to you, his head finding it’s way into the crook of your neck. Your heart raced at how close he was. Yeah, you guys had cuddled before, but this just felt different. You were about to reach out and grab his hand, but then soft snoring filled your ears.

“Fuck,” you mumbled, feeling his hands move to splay over your hip and pull you closer. You were in deep, for the both of them.

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The loud party music from inside the house made you whine as you cuddled into Richie’s side, one of his arms around you and the other around Eddie. Richie looked down to you at the small noise, rubbing your shoulder and covering your other ear as he realized you were sensitive to the sound.

“Richieee,” you whined loudly as you clawed at his chest. “Take me home.” You gave him puppy dog eyes as he shook his head, making you pout in despair.

“I can’t just take you home,” he said softly into your ear, leaving a kiss on your temple before continuing to talk. “Eds and Bill need a ride home, too, and only Mike and I have cars.”

You looked over to where your tipsy mind last remembered seeing Mike, and he was still over there, watching over the very drunk Stan and Bev, both of which who were screaming along to the music. Bill was with them before noticing you looking in that direction, and he staggered over to you. He sat down next to you, pulling you from Richie’s grasp and holding you in his lap. Your arms went around his waist, and you stuck your head into his neck.

“Y-you tired, (Y-Y-Y/N)?” he asked softly, seeming almost sober. He hadn’t had anything to drink that night, but he did have a joint or two and his eyes were a pinkish color. “We sh-should get R-Rich to take us ho-ho-home.”

“I already tried,” you said with a bite in your voice, sighing as you snuggled into him. “He’s just being an asshole.”

“L-let’s walk h-home,” he said softly, standing up before leaning down, motioning toward his back. You shook your head ‘no’, Bill’s face falling slightly at your rejection. “O-okay, then. Y-you just g-gonna wait for R-Richie?”

“Yeah, I was gonna sleep over again,” you mumbled softly, sighing when you looked into his sad green eyes. “My parents can’t see me like this.”

“Y-yeah, I-I guess th-they c-c-can’t,” Bill answered, giving you a tiny wave before going around to the Losers and saying his goodbyes. Your eyes met his again as he walked out the side gate of the yard, slamming it behind him as his shoulders slumped. Richie tapped your shoulder, opening his arm and letting you snuggle into his side. Eddie has run off to dance with Bev and Stan, and you snickered at him tripping over his own feet.

“Why’d Bill leave?” Richie asked you, looking down at you before running his hand over the top of your head and kissing your forehead gently.

“He said that he wanted to leave,” you said back, leaning up into the kiss, the slight upward movement with you head cause your brain to feel like it sloshed around in your skull. You groaned, cuddling into Richie again as he sighed.

“I’ll go get Eddie.” He squeezed your waist before standing up and walking over to a stumbling Eddie. Stan and Bev came running up to him with Eddie, Stan fussing with the collar of Richie’s shirt. A few minutes later, Eddie was trailing behind Richie with a pout on his face and a hand on Richie’s shoulder, steadying himself. Richie picked you up by the waist, holding his arm there until he could get you to the car. You weren’t completely drunk anymore, the three or four beers had started to wear off, but you were still a little high from the joint or two that Bill had smoked near you and blew into your face.

“Rich?” you mumbled as he got into the car, checking the backseat to make sure Eddie was okay while you sat next to him in the passenger’s seat. He hummed, looking back at you with a tiny smile on his face. “Can I sleep with you in your bed tonight instead of on the couch? So we can cuddle?” He chuckled lightly, nodding his head and placing a hand on your thigh to gently squeeze it.

“Of course, doll,” he answered back softly, pulling away and starting the car. He drive to Eddie’s first. His mom was away for the week so that meant he could let loose a little and not worry about consequences.

“Bye Eds,” you said with a soft smile, Richie helping him inside. You could see Eddie’s bedroom light turn on, and you knew that Richie was helping him get ready for bed in a calm manner. You knew Richie wouldn’t have left him there by himself because of how caring and loving he was towards his friends, but Eddie didn’t like sleeping at other people’s houses besides Bill’s. You sat and watched the lights in the house turn on and off as Richie went into a left other rooms, probably getting Eddie water and Aspirin for the morning. A few moments later, all the lights shut off, and the front door opened, Richie’s lanky body walking out of it with a bit of a tired limp. He came into the car, sighing and sitting down in the driver’s seat.

“He’s tiring when he’s drunk,” Richie said with an exaggerated sigh, looking over at you with a smile on his face. You smiled back, noticing the glimmer in his eye when you did. He traced his eyes over your body quickly, not caring that you knew he was doing it. He sighed heavily, turning around in his seat and starting the car back up, putting his hand on your thigh and squeezing. You cleared your throat, looking down at his hand.

“R-Richie-“ He cut you off with a chuckle.

“I see the way you look at me,” he said softly, turning the corner onto his street. “The cuddling, the eyes. It might not mean more than just you think I’m attractive, which is fine, but-“

“Richie, I have a crush on Bill,” you blurted out, watching the way his face went from confident to skeptical as he pulled up the front of his house.

“Well you’re staying the night,” he started, taking his hand from your thigh as you both got out. He came around to your side of the car, caging you in against it as you looked at him with wide eyes. Richie’s face was inches from yours, and he raised his eyebrows. “Can...can I-“

You didn’t give him the chance to finish before you leaned up and planted your lips onto his hungrily, the only illumination being the streetlight across the street that was flickering on and off incessantly.

“Inside?” you mumbled against his lips. He nodded, lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. One of his hands was kneading your ass, the other fishing for his house key since his parents were away visit Went’s parents for the weekend. He unlocked the door with you still in his arms, slamming it shut and running up the stairs before you even realized you were inside. Richie threw you on his bed, slipping off your shoes aggressively as he pushed his off.

“Mm, you’re so pretty like this,” Richie mumbled as he climbed on top of you, kissing your neck gently as he messed with the bit of your bra strap that was peeking out of your shirt. He hungrily kisses your lips as he reached under your shirt to undo your bra, earning a moan from you. He decided to pull off your shirt first, smiling at you as you sat up and raised your arms above your head. He admired for you for what felt like hours, eyes tracing down your body as he smiled gently.

“You gonna get me naked and fuck me, Tozier?” you teased, brining one of your hands up to softly run against his chest.

“You...you have a crush on Bill, though. I should...I should-“

“Don’t stop,” you begged loudly, tightening your legs around his hips. “I want you right now. Please?” Your puppy dog eyes had Richie melting immediately. He growled, ripping off his shirt before working on getting you naked, the whole time trailing kisses down your body, worshipping you.

“Are you sure?” he asked one last time, looking deep into your eyes as he massaged his hand over your side.

“Yes, Rich,” you begged, writhing underneath him. “Please.” He dove into your lips, kissing them and nipping at them, his hands roaming as you arched into his touch.

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You woke up to a soft creaking, and you felt arms tighten around you right after it. You looked up to see the underside of Richie’s face, his jaw clenching at the same sound that had awoken her.

“Rich, are you-“ Bev’s voice rang through the room and stopped abruptly, noticing you in bed with him. You jolted upright, wrapping the comforter further around you as Richie groaned at your sudden movement and Bev’s voice.

“I’m up, I’m up,” he said groggily, his arm still around your waist as he sat up with you. “Get out so we can get dressed.”

“W-we?” Bill asked as he barged into the room. His face dropped into a scowl when he saw you there, and he mumbled something to himself before walking out of the room. His pounding footsteps could be heard going down the staircase and out the front door.

“Can...can you guys wait for us outside?” you meekly asked, rubbing your hands over your face as you heard the retreating footsteps. “Richie, I fucking told you we shouldn’t have done this.”

“Babe, you weren’t complaining,” he says with a cocky tone. “Besides, it’s not like you’re dating Bill.”

You leaped out of his bed at that, grabbing your jeans and underwear off the floor and sliding them on. You searched for you shirt angrily, not being able to find it, so you went into his drawers and pulled out one. You threw it on, tying it up in the back since it was a little long. He came up behind you, softly placing his hand on your shoulder before you jerked away.

“I have a crush on Bill,” you said with a bit of bite in your voice. “Not you, Richie. Bill. And I can’t believe I slept with you!”

“(Y/N), you wanted-“ Richie’s voice was calm and collected, the complete opposite of your abrasive and loud voice.

“I fucking know I wanted it, asshole,” you screamed. “But I want Bill. I want everything with Bill. I’m sorry if you have feelings for me, but they’re not reciprocated.”

You grabbed your shoes from for the floor, slipping them on before you marched out of Richie’s house angrily, passing all of the Losers. Bill sat on the curb outside the house, and he gave you a sad look as you passed him.

“Wh-where are you g-going?” he asked confused, gesturing towards the others.

“Home,” you yelled back. “I’ll see you guys later.” You felt Bill’s eyes on the back of your neck as you walked away. The sound of Richie’s front door slamming made you look back again. You saw him run his hand through his hair as he searched for you, but by the time he had looked over to where you were walking, you had turned onto the next block.

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naruto-littlespace · 3 years

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Akatsuki Littlespace Headcanons

I could and probably will write more, but I don’t feel like it right now, so here’s this.

Disclaimer 1: Littlespace, in the AU and in real life, is a coping mechanism for everything from everyday stressors to psychological disorders like PTSD. If you sexualize littlespace do not interact with this AU or me, I will block you.

Disclaimer 2: Littlespace in this post is slightly different from in real life, magic-ed up in a similar way to how ninjas are magic-ed up in the Naruto universe. Chakra-using littles actually revert to the size they were when they were their little ages, although they retain any bodily changes since then (little Kakuzu still has stitches, little Deidara would have hand mouths.) The exception of course is Sasori, whose body is manmade and doesn’t change. People also do not necessarily remember their big lives when they slip into littlespace, sometimes becoming confused about where they are and who they’re with. They will sometimes be confused about what time period they’re in as well, believing things to have happened that hadn’t happened yet in their little age but were far in the past in their adult age.

This isn’t how I’m going to treat littlespace w/ Naruto characters all the time on this account btw, it’s just an idea I’ve been playing around with, like the psychological defense of reverting to a childlike state inadvertently triggers a transformation jutsu to match.

Nagato:

Little age pre Yahiko’s death was 6-7, post is 2-4

Started regressing shortly after the formation of the original Akatsuki. She and Yahiko had to do research to figure out why their teenage friend had suddenly turned into a child, but after they learned they took care of him: treated him like a child, bought him kids books from the local thrift shop, tucked him into bed. He called them uncle and auntie.

He would stay in littlespace for a surprisingly long amount of time, for 4-6 hours on days between missions.

After Yahiko’s death he spent many days in a row regressed to age two. Konan scrambled to take care of him and handle her own grieving. After that was over he promised her she wouldn’t have to take care of him again.

Nowadays of course she still takes care of him when he regresses, but he tries to force himself out of it if he begins to.

He still has board books and stuffies, so if he does fully regress he’ll have one of his pein bodies bring them to him.

Being ~3 he doesn’t have the mental capacity to control all the Peins, so they just kind of idle for awhile.

Konan:

Little age is 3-5

Pre modern Akatsuki she didn’t like regressing at all and only did it involuntarily. She would handle it by either walking it off or reading Nagato’s board books by herself.

This continued pretty much until she started becoming friends with Kakuzu, who openly admitted he was a little (he thought she should know, in case it ended up delaying his missions--it was mostly so she would stick up for him to Pein. No, he wasn’t hunting bounties, there’s a perfectly logical explanation--)

So she had a bad day while she and Kakuzu were at the same base and went ‘can you please deal with me for a couple of minutes’ and he was like ‘ofc’ so she sat down in front of him and shrank down to a little girl and started crying. He picked her up and bounced her on his knee until she calmed down. She ended up staying little for a couple of hours because Kakuzu took her out of the office and telling her stories about his childhood while they prepared dinner.

Kisame becomes her caretaker too when the three of them start dating.

Sometimes she starts crying inconsolably about something she won’t talk about other than someone leaving her and something being unfair. Pein showed up during this one time and said he knew what she was talking about and it was none of her cgs’ concern which ofc made them concerned but they haven’t gotten the chance to talk to her about it.

Itachi:

Little age is 2-4 but since her chakra is often very low so she doesn’t always physically become that tiny.

She didn’t regress until after she joined the Akatsuki, but when she did Kisame wasn’t surprised. He reintroduced himself as her babysitter, slipped her a lollipop and took her to a library to pick out some kids books.

Loves to be pampered. Oh god it’s the only time she can relax at all

Wears reading glasses because they can’t get her in to an eye doctor appointment

She’s trans in this au because I say so

Likes playing with weasel and crow toys, esp when her caretaker (usually Kisame, Konan and Kakuzu as well when they’re around) plays the weasel and she’s the crow. She’ll tell stories where they go out to the woods to train or just hang out.

She loves to sit in laps <3

She eats a lot more in littlespace than out so whoever’s feeding her makes lots of food. For her to grow big and strong u know

Kisame:

Little age 0. He is just baby

Being reminded of the bloody mist triggers his littlespace, though he has to be in a bad headspace in the first place. It really does not happen often.

Post Akatsuki the first time he slipped was after he, Kakuzu and Konan started dating. Kakuzu woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of crying and woke Konan up immediately afterwards because holy sh*t there’s a baby in our bed!!

It was Kisame. Kakuzu picked him up and rocked him back to sleep. Konan asked how he was so good with kids and he was like ‘oh I had a baby once.’ She does not ask him to elaborate. Kisame wakes up as an adult the next morning.

They keep a container of powder formula for him if he regresses but won’t get him a pacifier because they’re afraid he’d bite off and choke on the teat. They have bottles but Kakuzu makes the nipples for them out of one of his threads on the spot bc he’d bite through literally everything else with his tiny demon teeth.

Sasori:

Little age is unclear (unlike some of the others, he’s never said it.)

Signs he’s in littlespace: stops talking, stops walking if he can afford it, walks unsteadily and a little bowlegged if he can’t. Stops using ninjutsu and if he’s near a kitchen he might try to eat despite not having a digestive system anymore. Has been known to ask where Granny Chiyo is. The answer is ‘back home.’

Deidara got him a pacifier and a coloring book. He does use them but not when anyone else is watching, not even Deidara.

He is a bit upset when he’s reminded that his body is wooden. He would like to feel things please. But he learns to just enjoy the sensation of squishing a stuffie and his jaw chewing on a paci.

Deidara:

Not actually a little. He just hasn’t gone through sh*t like the rest of the Akatsuki have, and has coping mechanisms for when he is having a bad time.

He caretakes for Konan when her boys aren’t around and for Sasori if he’ll let him.

Hidan told him about littles after Kakuzu regressed in front of him and thought Deidara might need to know because of how much baggage Sasori has (he doesn’t know what it is but he can smell drama)

So he looked out for Sasori becoming a kid and learned instead to look for him not acting like an adult. He walked out of Hiruko and tried to eat in front of him and Deidara had to tell him he couldn’t have a strawberry because it was bad for his health and not because it would probably make his insides mold. It’s weird but Deidara is also weird and he makes it work.

Kakuzu:

Little age is 9-10

Post Akatsuki the first time he regressed was in front of Hidan in the middle of the woods. He didn’t recognize him and immediately tried to run and then beat him up when he chased him. Hidan had to think fast and tell him he was his new neighbor and pretend to be taking him home. The next time he was babysitting.

Sometimes asks where his husband is. The first time Hidan heard this his response was ‘what the f*ck’ and Kakuzu told him that was a bad word.

Enjoyed activities include reading, sparring, and to the surprise of some, hunting. He’s not bad w/ a bow and arrow.

The best way to keep him in/make him feel comfy in littlespace is to make him a meal. U can let him help to the extent that he sets the table or pours the drinks or smth (because he will ask) but take care of the food for him, because he hasn’t had someone else handle that for him in a long time.

Regressing isn’t necessarily a common thing for him to do but he’s one of the only ones whose regression can be triggered by physical pain as well as emotional. He can usually harden his skin to block attacks but if he doesn’t in time he may turn into a ten year old. It actually can surprise an opponent enough for Hidan to be able to take them out.

Hidan:

Not a little either.

Knew about littles bc there was an old man in his village who had ptsd from some long forgotten war and sometimes turned into a six year old.

Caretakes for Kakuzu pretty exclusively, unless Kakuzu is big and taking care of someone else, in which case he’ll help out if he’s feeling nice at the time. Itachi is actually his favorite to take care of because Itachi is a very manageable child.

Obito:

Little age varies wildly from about 1-11. He blocks his physical regression because he regresses Often and doesn’t want to blow his Madara cover.

He has been regressing since p much immediately after he got crushed. Madara was really having none of it and went from patiently waiting for him to become ‘big’ again to pretending it wasn’t happening, forcing Obito back into a uh. ‘’Normal’’’’ headspace

The Tobi act is actually covering his littlespace though when he’s an adult he has no idea how to realistically act like a kid so when he’s actually a kid it’s kind of jarring for all involved

When he’s a baby he just screams. Not really crying in distress but screaming because he can

He’s so eager for attention. Please talk to him! Play toys with him!!! Read a book, eat dango, run around outside, catch bugs, train!!!

Never mentions Kakashi or Rin but sometimes will mention his grandma or Lord Fourth as if he is the current Hokage

#akatsuki #naruto au #sfw littlespace #sfw agere #god this is so half thought out #i had titled this an au at first but then i made it head canons bc it wasn't really an au. and now the chakra parts kind of don't make sense #but i am tired. and starved for attention and ready to be done. so here we are #beas please

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notafightr · 5 years

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It fic exchange!!!

so here's my reddie fic for @disneyfan567 for the it fic exchange event! no trigger warnings, sorry for any mistakes or lack of skill this displays as i havent written in a long time and this is the first time ive written in this fandom

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Eddie was 13 when he moved to Ohio. Sonia decided she had had enough of Derry, and the small town was doing more harm than good to her delicate son. To describe Eddie's reaction, reluctant was an understatement. He was leaving his 6 best friends, his only real friends, all because of his mother's glorified temper tantrum.

The past 3 years were (in)arguably the best years of his life. He met his best friends, more of a family than his own (which really just consisted of his overbearing mother), he had irreplaceable experiences and memories with his best friends, these friends entirely shaped and nurtured his character. So to have his mother rip all of that away from him, well it understandably upset him. Most of all, he didn't know how he was going to cope with the frequent flashbacks and nightmares that taxed him emotionally and mentally several times a week, dutifully owed to that short, albeit rather traumatic summer of 89’.

For 3 long, yet oh so short years, Eddie coped with these strains through the support of his friends, especially a loudmouthed, annoying boy with Coke bottle glasses and slightly bucked teeth, named Richard Tozier, who couldn't find it in him to ever stop annoying Eddie, or stop telling him how much he loved him, or stop picking flowers for him on walks because he knew even though Eddie denied it, they really did make Eddie happier than he cared to admit.

How do you cope with a demon clown terrorising you and your friends’ lives for an entire summer, haunting you as your worst fear, using unholy tactics to scare you in unimaginable ways, trapping you in its crack den, and almost killing you miles below land level, all at the ripe age of 10? Hopefully you found yourself down there with your 6 best friends. You also let your mind do the forgetting. Well, what it can. There's some things you can't forget.

Until you leave Derry.

Eddie started forgetting the moment the plane took off, whether he realized it or not. He managed to remember his friends for a short while, but vaguely. He didn't remember the poems Ben gave him every birthday, or that the friendship bracelet on his left wrist was made by thee Beverly Marsh. He didn't remember that the reason his room was always so tidy was because Stan Uris couldn't help himself every time they chose Eddie’s place as the hangout spot (when Sonia wasn't home of course), or all the scary stories Bill liked to tell at their weekly sleepovers at the ass crack of 3 am. He didn't remember how Jessica and Will Hanlon were by far the superior parents of the friend group and the snacks they so generously provided to said group were the best he ever had, no doubt that Mike directly inherited their kind and generous traits.

When he woke up at the end of his plane ride, he didn't even remember that the lily flower in his hand was given to him as a parting gift by Richie, whose parents picked him up from the airport after he gave one last hug goodbye at the gate and waved Eddie off with flower in hand. Even after intently looking down, confused, and finally remembering it was indeed Richie who gave him the flower, he still didn't remember Richie’s endearing flower giving habit.

He promised them he'd stay in touch, but it wasn't long before the initials BH, BM, SU, BD, MH, and RT were just meaningless letters next to a series of unknown house phone numbers.

It wasn't until he forgot one particular conversation with Bill during a sleepover one night in 6th grade that he forgot Richie completely.

“Bill?” Eddie whispered, lying down in Bill’s bed, not even sure if Bill was awake.

“Y-yeah?” Bill replied after some silence.

“So, we're best friends right?”

“Well y-yeah, I m-mean all-” Bill started before being interrupted.

“No I mean like, I know the seven of us are best friends obviously, but I mean, we’re best-best friends, you know what I mean? Like even before the lucky seven it's always been us right?”

“Oh. Yeah I s-suppose.” Bill reassured him.

It took Eddie a second to try and gather his thoughts and articulate what he was trying to say.

“Well, I feel like, Richie’s different from all of you.”

“Yeah n-no sh-shit Eddie, that k-kid can't k-keep his mou-” Bill was again interrupted.

“No, that's not what I mean. I mean,” Eddie again had to organize his thoughts in his head, which proved to be difficult when not even he knew what he was thinking. “I mean I feel different with him. Like when he gives me flowers and stuff, and he's the only one that calls me Eds. But I know you're my best friend. My best-best friend. Am I wrong? Maybe Richie is my best-best friend?” At this point it felt like Eddie was just saying it out loud for himself.

After a few seconds, which felt like several minutes to Eddie, Bill giggled.

“What?” Eddie asked, almost panicked.

While Bill didn't necessarily believe this, the thought amused him greatly. “It s-sounds like you have a c-cr-crush on h-him.”

“Wh-... you th-” Eddie just about got whiplash from Bill’s statement. “You think I have a crush on him?!”

“I n-never said that… I j-just said it s-sounds like you do.”

“I'm not… I don't like boys like that. My mom told me what it means if you do and what happens, and I don't think I do,” he backtracked.

At this point, Bill was almost asleep. “Okay Eddie, that's fine,”

“I think maybe you're just both my best friends,” Eddie assured, but undoubtedly he said this more for himself than for Bill. Bill probably succumbed to slumber before Eddie could even start.

Once any evidence of this conversation having occurred left his brain, any trace of Richie was buried deep under newer things. The others were already long gone. The nightly nightmares he experience fizzled out eventually, but they did resurface every once in a while. On the other side of the same coin however, he did have dreams about the good times with the losers. He never remembered them when he woke up, though.

Not to mention, he was frequently frustrated at his lack of motivation to clean his room properly, wondering why his always clean room in Derry suddenly had no place in his new life in Ohio. Where's a Stan Uris when you need him?

He tried to make friends. For a bit he was even in a nice friend group of people he clicked fairly well with, they were funny and kind and they welcomed him with open arms. But nothing felt right. They were funny, but it hurt to laugh at their jokes, they were nice, but almost too nice. If anyone so much as cracked a your mom joke, Eddie's first thought was an annoyed “Stop trying to be-” but always stopped short right there.

Stop trying to be who?

He didn't know. He didn't remember.

So at the end of his sophomore year, when he asked his mom to sign his permission form for the classes he wanted to take the upcoming school year, his mom declined.

“Eddie Bear, we're moving back to Derry this summer.” Sonia said apologetically, understanding he'll have to say goodbye to the friends he doesn't have.

“Wait, what?” confused was an understatement. He had to rack his brain for a moment to even remember what “Derry” meant.

“It’s getting difficult for me to support us financially here, so we're moving back near your Aunt Jodie and she's going to help us a little bit. We should start packing no later than the end of May, we’ll be out of the house and into the new one at the beginning of July in time for you to to get settled and start school at Derry High.”

Eddie had never felt more indifferent in his whole entire life, while also feeling an inkling of hope he didn't quite understand. If anything, his biggest curiosity was why he didn't feel even a whisper of sadness for leaving the people he knew in Marietta, Ohio. While Eddie didn't care about moving back to Derry, and it meant almost nothing to him on the surface, the Eds inside of Eddie couldn't help peeking through.

So they moved back. Eddie finished packing up his belongings before the deadline his mother gave to start packing had even passed, and he didn't bother telling any of his “friends” (perhaps acquaintances is a more applicable word) that he was leaving because the truth was, it was more trouble than it was worth. They would no doubt care more than twice as much as he did, so he left without so much of a trace of a goodbye.

Now that Eddie was 16, he could drive. While Sonia wouldn't buy Eddie his own car, not over her dead body, she did allow him to use hers when it was available, and given her physical state and social life, it was almost always available. After a solid 8 hours of unpacking his things in his new, snug room on an otherwise uneventful July evening, he picked up his mom's keys.

“Bye Mom!” he shouted loud enough for his mom to hear without bothering to hear her response as he shut the door.

He shoved the key in ignition. Despite not having been in town for 3 years, he was still able to navigate the area without assistance. He drove to the coffee shop that he had vague memories of visiting during middle school winters for hot chocolate with some friends whose faces he couldn't quite remember yet.

Walking in it didn't look much different. Not that Derry would care enough to update the coffee shop, or any shop for that matter, for any reason.

“Hi, how can I help you?” a blonde girl at the register asked uninterestedly.

She definitely hates her job, Eddie thought while pointlessly perusing the menu, already knowing what he planned to order. Sophomore year was not academically kind to Eddie, and a caffeine addiction to compensate for the mass amount of all nighters pulled did occur.

“Can I just have a black coffee with sugar?” he asked while digging through his tattered black wallet he received as a birthday gift in seventh grade. He then flinched his head up in response to hearing another employee drop an entire pitcher of coffee on the floor.

“Oh, fuck,” said worker pointedly exclaimed, which not only stirred a giggle out of Eddie, but his voice in combination with his oddly familiar black curly hair caused his heart drop, though completely lost as to why.

“Your name?”

“Hello?” She asked after a moment.

“Hello!” the blonde girl repeatedly nagged, trying to catch Eddie’s lost attention.

“What? Sorry I missed that,” Eddie finally grounded himself. Unfortunately his attempt to catch the other employees face failed as he stayed turned away and then hurried to his hands and knees on the floor.

“I need your name for your order.”

“Oh yeah of course, Eddie.” Not even seconds after his response, he heard something nearly inaudible, completely not understandable from the employee on the floor, which was confirmed by the blonde girl, which Eddie now gathered from her name tag to be Sarah, who exasperatedly asked about the other employee’s struggle.

“You alright down there?”

“Yeah, I’m just peachy, Sarah,” hearing the voice even clearer instilled a visceral reaction even stronger in Eddie once again.

Sarah took Eddie’s cash, distributed his change, and set his cup down on the back counter for when the other employee to make when he was done cleaning up his mess. He picked a seat close by the counter and waited. After a few minutes, longer than probably usual, given time dedicated to cleaning up the coffee on the floor, Eddie heard his name called by the same antagonist and saw his coffee set on the counter, but employee was again out of sight. Eddie grabbed the coffee and with no reason to stay he made his way back to the car.

Drinking his iced coffee on his way home, at a stop light he picked up his drink and studied it curiously. He noticed the boy who made his drink must have added his name for some reason because when Sarah set it down for him to make, there was nothing written on it. However, clearly on the cup, was his name:

While looking at the little flower next to his name made him smile, it was a cute gesture, it filled him with a familiar sense of longing and loneliness, as if he was missing something. He got home, finished his coffee, continued unpacking, dreadfully argued with his mom about leaving the house without telling her where he was going, and went to sleep. It was less of a need for caffeine but more of an eagerness to learn about a curly headed, clumsy employee that brought him back to the coffee shop the next day.

So he came back. He came back at the same time too, to have his best chance of the boy being on shift.

“How can I help you?” Sarah asked.

“Black coffee with sugar, Eddie.” successfully staying on track with Sarah this time around.

Again, she set the blank cup on the counter and just like before, his name with a dainty doodle of a flower beside it. Unfortunately, even if he wanted to say anything to the employee which Eddie now knew wears a big pair of glasses, his introverted nature wouldn't allow it. Back to home it was, to continue setting up his new room.

The next couple of weeks was the same routine, and quite lonely. Being in the middle of summer, with no school to be his vessel of socializing, and no friends, it was him, his lonely self, and his mom. For all intents and purposes, him and his lonely self.

However one morning, in a hurry as he had a family gathering for brunch to attend to, he knew he wouldn't be able to get to the coffee shop in the evening so he came in the morning, despite knowing the shift would likely not be the same.

He walked in and noticed it was in fact not Sarah at the register but didn't look further.

“How can I help you?” The boy at the register was looking down.

“Just a black coffee and sugar. Eddie.” He got the cash from his wallet and told the boy he could keep the change as he was already late to his aunt's house and confident he could do without the dollar and 74 cents. As he walked to the counter to get his coffee as soon as it was ready, he noticed the boy scribbling his name and a flower on the cup but his brain didn't process anything other than how late he was. He took his coffee eagerly and made his way back to his car, knowing his mom (who was already there after being picked up by her sister) was no stranger to yelling at Eddie for “caring more about himself than his family”.

On the drive to his house he allowed himself time to think and thought about the boy at the register. He was familiar to Eddie and not just because he's seen him every day for two weeks, making his regular order with ease.

The Coke bottle glasses.

The flower.

The unkempt, black, curly hair.

But that was still too out of reach for him. He thought about it for as long as he could without having an aneurysm from working his brain too hard and decided he would come back the next morning for the same shift.

Sonia greeted Eddie outside before he was able to come inside.

“Eddie bear, why are you so late?”

“Sorry ma, I was up late finishing my summer assignment and I stopped to get coffee when I left,” Eddie started despite knowing this wouldn't be enough to appease his mom.

“Aunt Jodie is being very kind to help us out and this is the first time seeing family since we've gotten back, you should show your gratitude properly. Say thank you when we come in.”

“I will, Ma. Why didn't you just wake me up and take the car here?”

“Aunt Jodie wanted to catch up with me before everyone else got here. She took us to breakfast. I figured you'd have enough autonomy to drive yourself here on time. Are you feeling well? Did you sleep enough?”

“Yes, ma!” Eddie spoke as he got out of the car and locked it, handing the keys to his mom. “I just overslept. Sorry for being late.”

However, while his cousins and aunts and uncles were asking him how Ohio was and if he was sad to leave his friends and if he left a broken hearted girlfriend back in Marietta, all he could think about was the coffee shop employee who never failed to doodle a flower next to his name.

He got home late, worked on his summer assignment, because against what he told his mom, he had in fact not started yet. He made sure to wake up at the same time as the morning before and headed to the coffee shop. To his pleasure, the boy was at the register.

“How can I help you?”

Eddie stared at him.

“Uh,” He couldn't help but chortle as Eddie stared, wordlessly, and then it appeared as though a freight train of memories hit him square in the head.

“Oh my God,” Eddie nearly dropped to the floor. “Richie? Richie fucking Tozier? Is this a joke?”

“Ya know Eds, I was starting to think you really forgot me. Or maybe you just hated me.” Richie allowed himself to laugh.

“I… I did forget you? But how? We-” and at that moment Richie could visibly see It creep itself back into Eddie’s memories.

“Holy shit? You forgot about that too? Do you have amnesia? What happened to that pretty little head of yours?” Richie put his hand on Eddie's forehead and pretended to feel his temperature.

“Oh my God,” whiplash had struck Eddie again. “I need to sit down,” He started to move to a chair nearby when he remembered more. “The others! Beverly, and Ben, and Stan and Bill and Mike!” he quite literally felt like someone waking up from a 20 year coma, rediscovering everything that happened before he fell asleep.

“They're peachy. Stan's actually getting back from visiting his family in Florida today.” Richie informed him. “Any reason you never stayed in touch like you said you would? Left a man hanging.”

“It's like, wait- those initials were yours!” Suddenly three years of wondering who those house numbers in his binder belonged to clicked. “It’s like I forgot you guys as soon as I left,”

“That soon? Ed's, you wound me,” Richie teased. “But you're still wearing the friendship bracelet Bev made.” He held out his wrist and displayed a bracelet of the same pattern but in different colors. “What’s she got that I don't?”

For the first time in 3 years, Eddie let out a genuine laugh.

“Are you busy, cutie? I'm on break in 15 minutes and I can get someone to cover the rest of my shift,” Richie asked, hopeful.

“Yeah that's fine.. uh.. have you been working every day? All day?” Eddie asked, concerned.

“Well the past couple of weeks at least a couple of us from the gang has been visiting family or doin’ some crazy shit so I figured I'd make use of time and make some money, we're doing a road trip in a couple of weeks.”

“Oh that's cool-”

“You're invited, if you want, obviously. What better way to celebrate you coming back than a road trip? Ed's, just wait till’ they find out you're back-” Richie cut himself off when he noticed another man walk into the shop and they both decided to end the conversation there so he could order. “Okay hold on I'm gonna take his order, and I'll be out in 10 minutes, you can wait here if you want?”

“Sounds good,” Eddie couldn't help the smile on his face, it's contagiousness showing in Richie's smile.

After waiting for a bit, Richie came from the back out of his uniform, a bag on his shoulder, and a rose in his hand. He held it out to Eddie.

“Do you just, carry flowers with you?” Eddie looked at him curiously.

“No but I- after I saw you yesterday morning and I passed this one on my way to work, something told me I should grab it.” Eddie took it. “Flowers still get ya goin’?” Eddie punched him in the shoulder.

“Thanks, Rich.” He smiled.

“Where to now, spaghetti?” Richie put his arm around Eddie.

“For 3 glorious years I never had to hear that, don't call me spaghetti!”

“Okay Eds, answer the question!”

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it #stephen king #IT by stephen king #Stephen kings IT #it fic #reddie fic

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coffeekaspbrak · 6 years

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Tires- Hanbrough fic (part 1/2)

Pairing: Mike Hanlon x Bill Denbrough (side reddie sorta)

Summary: Mike shows up late to the quarry with slashed tires and Bill can’t shake a funny feeling.

It’s a hot, sunny day at the Derry quarry and summer is going out with a bang. August is breathing it’s final breaths as the sun beams harshly on the faces of children anxiously preparing to go back to school. Six such children lay easily on their backs, causally awaiting their last friend to join them for one of their swims. Their sophomore year of high school is a measly nine days away. Well, five are casual, Bill Denbrough is the odd man out as he waits for the sound of Mike Hanlon’s bike.

Bill was always a little anxious when someone was late. After all that’s happened, he doesn’t take much to the idea of anyone being by them self. Still, he tries to swallow the lump in his throat and enjoy the sunshine and his company.

The sound of light footsteps on the trail leading to the rocks cause him to jolt him out of his thoughts. His eyes fall on a disheveled looking Mike Hanlon, sporting dirt on his denim overalls and exhaustion on his face. He’s holding his bike handles, basket empty and tires flat.

“Holy hell! What happened to you?” Bill hears Richie’s loud, distinctive shout as they all come to meet him.

He sees Eddie rush over to him, tiny legs carrying him furiously. He grabs Mike by the shoulders and ushers him over to the rock his fanny pack had been tossed aside on earlier that day. “Are you hurt?” Eddie blurts, sitting him down before digging around in the contents of his bag. He stops fumbling only to scan Mike for cuts and bruises with his sharply trained eyes. “I don’t think so Ed.” Mike says, gently. His smile only tugs at the right side of his face, absent from the rest of his features.

“Relax Eds.” Richie says, approaching them followed by the rest of the group. He wraps an arm around Eddie and ruffles his hair, “Kid uses band aides like it’s the end of the fucking world.”

Bill feels the words jumble in his mouth as he stares at Mike, “Wh-Wh-what h-ha-happened?”

Mike lets out a sigh, “Some assholes slashed my tires while I was doing a delivery.”

“Son of a bitch,” Bev says, sunglasses resting lower on her nose.

“Yeah,” Mike responds, it’s tired and weak and Bill feels that same drop in his heart.

“Maybe your meat gave someone something and this was revenge,” Stan theories with a finger to his chin. Richie lets out a cackle, “Oh my god... too good Stan the Man.”

Stan’s eyes sharpen and wrinkle, “you know that’s not what I meant you sick fu-.”

“Now is not the time for dick jokes or bickering you guys,” Ben states. Richie laughs again, “Oh my dear Ben, it’s always time for dick jokes. But enough with the cliff notes, give me the full scoop, Mikey.”

He looks at the ground, “There really isn’t much to tell. I just came out and my tires looked funny. I tried riding my bike anyway because it’s a long walk but I fell over. I just want to forget about it for now, guys.”

“But don’t you want to know who-“ Eddie starts. “L-Let’s just swim,” Bill blurts out with surprising clarity. Mike’s thankful expression isn’t lost on him as they share a short glance that causes inexplicable heat in Bill’s cheeks.

“You heard the man!” Richie shouts in his “British” accent, “jump in Eds!” He pushes Eddie towards the cliff side. “Don’t fucking don’t that!” He screeches, digging his feet in the ground. “Why? You wanna skinny dip instead? I’m down.” Eddie’s cheeks noticeably turn pink, “You’re so fucking weird.” And everyone erupts into laughter.

“Last one in is a loser!” Bev shouts, running to the cliff side. The four boys run after her, giggling and shouting.

“Give me a hand?” Mike asks. “Huh? Oh, s-sure,” Bill lends his hand to the sitting boy. Mike pulls himself up, “thanks,” he smiles. Bill is glued to the ground as Mike’s gaze remains on him. “Aren’t you going to go in?” Mike asks with shifting eyes.

“I-I c-can w-wait,” he stumbles out.

“Well I was going to get into my-“ Underwear. To swim. Jesus Christ. “Oh r-right, s-s-sorry.” Bill felt his tongue swell up in his mouth, lost on what to say. Why was he being awkward around Mike? Mike was his friend, he’d been nervous when they’d first met but there was no reason to be anymore. “I’ll see you down there.” Mike smiles again. Bill nods.

In the water, he finds his eyes resting on Mike more often than not. His peaceful smile and eyes look they hung the sun itself to him. His laugh fills Bill’s chest with something fluttery and warm. Almost like he needs to throw up. “You alright, Bill? You look pale.” Eddie asks, ripping away his stare. Richie swims over, “He’s always been a vampire, Eds. Quit being paranoid and get on my shoulders. We’re playing chicken.”

One by one the losers leave the quarry. Well, actually, in groups. For safety Bill insists. Ben jumps to accompany Bev when she says she should be getting home soon, Stan joins them. Richie and Eddie leave a little later, Richie covered in bandages and groaning in pain. “I told you not run up the trail, Rich, there’s rocks everywhere.” They leave with Richie’s arm slung around Eddie’s neck for support. Bill didn’t think the situation called for that, but who’s to say with those two. Now there’s only him and Mike, lying on rocks sunbathing. Bill was enjoying their comfortable silence. They could talk, they share a lot of the same interests and Bill certainly likes the sound of Mike’s voice drenched in passion for a topic, but it’s peaceful like this. A change of pace from their lovably loud friends. Bill finds that his eyes are drawn to his friend again, sprawled on his stomach. The unwavering sun shining on his smooth, bare skin and highlighting his slight muscles relaxed in his leisurely state. Bill can’t get himself tear his eyes away no matter how hard he tries. When Mike shifts to face him, Bill screws his eyes shut tightly.

“Bill, you asleep?”

“Y-yes,” he answers with eyes still closed. Mike lets out a laugh that Bill thinks could solve all of the world’s problems. “I should be getting back soon, supper is probably almost ready.” He says as his arms stretch over his head and he stands on his tip toes. Sleepy never looked so good. He shakes the thought out of his head and realizes he didn’t exactly hear what his friend had said. “W-what?” Mike gives him a puzzled stare, “You alright, Big Bill? You’ve been acting funny all day.”

“S-s-s-sor-r,” he sighs and curses himself, “s-s-o-r-r-“. “There’s no need to be, I just want to make sure you’re alright.” Mike mercifully cuts in. Bill smiles, “I’m f-fine. Now w-what where you saying?”

“I should get home.”

They dress in relative silence as Bill tries to keep his gaze to the ground. He changes quickly and waits for his friend to finish, averting his eyes. As if he has a vendetta against Bill’s sanity, Mike walks towards him with his shirt only covering his torso, pulling it down as he approaches him. “Ready?” Bill gulps, like he’s going to choke, and nods.

They approach the bikes and Bill feels a little more calm as Mike starts rambling about the book he’s reading at the moment,

“It’s on the reading list for my English class but I got a head start. It’s history and romance and it’s a little gory sometimes but it’s good.”

“W-what is it again?”

“A Tale of Two Cities. I know we all have to read it this year anyway, but I think you should read it before. It’s awesome, you’d love it.”’ Bill feels himself red again, the mention of him from Mike makes his mind buzz, like he has a headache. “W-what makes you s-say that?”

Mike kicks a rock out of his way gently, “I don’t know, it reminds of the way you write,” he looks back to Bill again, “when you let me read it, that is.”

The bikes come into their view and Mike’s face falls. “It’s okay to go ahead of me, I gotta walk it.”

“I sh-shouldn’t have even let you c-come here by yourself, nobody should be out alone. N-not in this t-town.”

“Bill-“

“I’m serious.”

Mike knew more than most, but he lets it go. There is silence for a beat and Bill fiddles with his lips, biting the top one swollen and pink as he thinks something over.

“H-here,” Bill says, gripping his bike handles, “W-we can ride double. Your dad can c-come back in his truck and g-get your bike r-right?”

The well loved rust and sheen of silver is still big for Bill despite his wiry teenage limbs. Seeing it fly down the street, Mike sometimes worries Bill will be jolted into the air, made weightless by the speed. Bill is unaware of that fact as Mike nods and climbs on behind him.

Mike’s arms, made strong by years of farm work find their way to Bill’s waist as he kicks up the kickstand. It makes a creek that cuts through the sound of the gentle wind that sways branches to dance. The leaves jostle like the flutter in Bill’s stomach upon Mike’s grasp. The sunlight twinkles between the emerald jewels of trees that have laid their roots here before Bill was born. A thought pops into his head then, light and profound somehow simultaneously, like the last days of summer,

All is green and all is good

With Mike’s arms around him.

He blushes at the realization, but holds himself the same,

“R-Ready?”

“As I will ever be, Denbrough.” And Bill can hear his smile in his words.

They zip down the dirt path surrounded by trees and into their home town. The burning pavement is made hotter by the Silver’s speeding tires and Bill feels a tighter grip around him as they fly down Main Street. It’s a while to his farm, but Bill doesn’t think it lasts long enough. The last bits of sun linger as the Bill pedals backwards. Mike untangles himself.

“Thank you,” he says.

“A-anytime,” with a side smile. They are still very much in one another’s space when Mike leans over. He does something then, he kisses Bill on the cheek. Soft and quick. “I’ll see you later,” he takes a step away towards his house.

“L-l-later,” he can barely breathe out. Mike walks into his house as the sun disappears. Bill rides home, stopping every couple of blocks to find the phantom mark on his cheek and smile.

#hanbrough #hanbrough fic #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #reddie #this wont get any notes but it was a labor of love #my stuff #🌿💛💚#bill denbrough x mike hanlon #mine

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ofstarsandvibranium · 6 years

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Questions That Need Answers

Fandom: Marvel (Celebrity AU)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve Rogers is a famous actor known for his role as playing Captain America and you’re his girlfriend. Steve attends a convention and at a panel, fans start asking about you.

A/N: Okay. Technically, this is a Chris Evans fic, but because I don’t write for real people you get a Steve Celebrity AU fic. So just accept it.

You loved attending conventions with your boyfriend. You loved to see him interact with his fans. He adored them just as much as they adored him. Also, you loved going to conventions because you were a total nerd. And that’s what Steve loved about you.

You woke up early to get dressed in your custom made Captain America show girl costume. You were just finished curling your hair when Steve woke up, “Holy sh-”

“Language, Cap,” you said smirking as you set down the curling iron.

“Jesus, doll. You look amazing! I’m not dreaming, am I?” Steve sat up and rubbed his eyes. He blinked a couple times just to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him, “Man, that’s an amazing thing to wake up to.”

You giggled, “Glad you like it. Now hurry up and get dressed. The con starts in about an hour. We still gotta get you fed before you do your signings.”

Steve laid back down onto the bed, “Can’t we just lay here for a bit?”

“Nope!” you said with a pop to the “p”, “If you’re not ready within the hour, I’m leaving your ass!”

Steve chuckled and sat back up, “Yes, ma’am.”

Luckily for you two, your hotel was connected to the convention center, so you didn’t have to do a lot of walking. You and Steve walked hand-in-hand to the main convention floor and waltzed right up to Steve’s designated table. A women walked up and greeted you, “Hi, Mister Rogers! I’m Bella, one of the con’s coordinators.”

Steve smiled and shook Bella’s hand, “Nice to meet you. Just call me Steve. And this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” You smiled and shook Bella’s hand.

She smiled, “Nice to meet you! I love your cosplay!”

“Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome! Anyway, this here,” she gestured to two young adults about nineteen or twenty, “This is Karen and Andrew. They’ll be supervising your booth. Answering questions for the guests and whatnot. Also, did you need someone to handle the money for you.”

You spoke up, “Nope! I got it covered!” you said with a big smile.

“Perfect!” Bella looked at her watch, “Ah! Show time! Enjoy the rest of your day, guys. If you have any questions or concerns, you can ask Karen or Andrew to contact me.”

Steve shook Bella’s hand again, “Thank you so much!” Steve then pulled you behind the table and settled in his chair.

You held his hand and squeezed it, “Today’s gonna be fun.”

And it was. For two hours, you watched Steve talk with fans, sign their merch, take pictures with them, and give them hugs. Every once in a while, some fans would ask to take pictures with you or have you join them in their picture with Steve.

When you and Steve first started dating, he was very protective of you. You and he hardly spent time together in public because he knew how mean the paprazzi and fans would be. He fully expected his fans to hate you just because you were dating him. Because that’s how it always went when he dated someone. But that wasn’t the case.

His fans loved you. They loved how you were just a regular person like them, not to mention a total nerd. Steve was relieved that his fans welcomed you with open arms. And when some “fans” talked ill of you, Steve’s true fans came to the rescue saying that you made him happy and they should respect your relationship with him. His fans slowly started becoming yours as well.

And because his fans loved you just as much, it was very common for you to come up in conversation during panels. Like now.

A young tween looking around the age of thirteen had come up to the mic and twiddled with her fingers, “H-Hi, Steve.”

Steve always had a soft spot for kids. He smiled, “How ya doin’, sweetheart? What’s your name?”

The girl nervously giggled, “Y/N.”

Steve’s eyes widened, “Wow. That’s my girlfriend’s name too!”

She giggled again, “I know! Um, I was actually wondering, uh, when do you think you’ll propose to Y/N?”

The audience all “oohh”ed and squealed at the question. Steve couldn’t help but blush and hang his head low. He chuckled and looked back up, “Just gonna call me out, huh, sweetheart?”

With no hesitation, you ran up to the mic from your seat in the front row. You spoke into the mic, “Actually, yes. I was wondering the same thing.” Everyone in the panel room screamed and cheered, not expecting you to show up like that.

Steve laughed, “Well, let’s see. We’ve been dating for how long, babe? Five years? So soon yeah? That sound good to you?”

“The sooner the better, Steven!” You exclaimed jokingly into the mic.

Steve laughed more and asked the little girl, “How about you sweetheart? You think I should propose to Y/N soon?” The little girl nodded and everyone applauded. As you and the girl made your way back to your respective seats, you blew a kiss to Steve, who blew one back to you making everyone go “aaaawwww”.

Once the convention was over, you and Steve made your way back to the hotel room and flopped onto the bed. You toed off your heals and groaned, “Remind me to never wear heals for cosplay ever again.”

Steve chuckled as he stripped off his jeans and shirt and slipped into bed, “I told you it was a bad idea.”

“But they made me look soooo gooood!”

Steve pulled you into his arms, “Honey, you already look sooooo gooood without them.”

You smiled and pecked his lips, “Thanks.”

Steve kissed your head, “You know I love you, right?”

“Well I hope so or else these past five years have been a total waste!” Steve proceeded to tickle your sides causing you to squeal, “Okay! I’m sorry! Yes, I know you love me!”

Steve stopped the tickling and just wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him, “I do wanna marry you, ya know.”

You looked up at him, “You don’t need to propose now, Steve. I was just joking in the panel. We could wait as long as you want.”

Steve nodded, “Can you guarantee that you’ll still say ‘yes’ down the road?”

“If you still love me just as much as I love you, and you do still wanna be stuck with my lame butt for eternity, then absolutely.”

Steve softly smiled and nudged your nose with his, “I love your lame butt.”

You pecked his lips and giggled“And I love your incredibly amazing butt.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #au #celebrity au #marvel

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sxpiosexualx · 7 years

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Keep faith Jonsa fam <3

With S07E06 it’s easy to lose faith in the ship and so many people are reasonably upset but fret not! We still have plenty of points that are still as valid as they were prior to this episode.

Let’s go through them and calm down, alright? (For Jonerys shippers, people are allowed to ship whoever they want. Please don’t take this as an attack to your ship.)

Here are some summarised points just to refresh yourself on why this ship makes so much sense!

1) Sansa being the first Stark to reunite with Jon, forming a bond between the two. Think of all how refreshing it was to see Jon and Sansa smile on screen for the first time in forever, and how crucial it is for developing the plot!

2) The marriage symbolisms in the scenes they share. Sansa is cloaked in(what I assume to be) Jon’s cloak when she first arrives at Castle Black. She then cloaks him in the Stark fur she makes him(and he’s worn it ever since - even on the cliff at Dragonstone). They both have also shared a drink together, which just paints more wedding imagery. Not to mention, Jon has promised to protect her(sounds like something you’d vow to your partner).

3) How their scenes are shot in a particular way that may suggest a foreshadowing of them being endgame. Candle lit rooms, gentle snow falling and panned close ups of anytime Sansa’s grabbed Jon’s hand/arm.

4) Bickering like an old married couple while still empowering each other and Sansa reassuring the Jon that he’s good at ruling thus giving him the confidence he needs and reminding him that he’s a Stark to her. Wow I love a supportive dynamic. Nothing but mutual respect from my two children.

5) How well they work together and how they balance each other out. Jon of course being the military man, and Sansa being more politically savvy. Wow, Westeros is shook at this power couple.

6) The Ned and Cat parallels. I don’t even need to get into this one because there are plenty of sources out there that have pointed this out!

7) Littlefinger’s panned close up of him looking at Jon, then looking at Sansa as if he’s putting two and two together. This is incredibly significant considering the event that led up towards it could be seen as Littlefinger trying to see what would make Jon tick.

8) Angry Kitten Jon i.e. the strange way in which we see him react to different people bringing up Sansa. Choking Littlefinger, glaring and not being interested in discussing her with Tyrion, Sansa being the only reason he chooses to spare Theon. Davos’ close up right after his interaction with Theon. Very suspicious.

9) Them mentioning each other even when they’re miles apart. It’s an odd thing to note that Sansa keeps saying she wishes Jon were with her and that she hopes he comes back soon, meanwhile we also have Jon not being able to escape the mention of Sansa.

10) Jon taking notice of her new silk dress. Remember when he said he’d want to see Ygritte in a silk dress... so he could tear it off of her?

11) The forehead kiss and lingering gaze. They could have reshot this if it wasn’t meant to give off any other vibe that wasn’t perceived as brotherly. 10mill for that last episode, just saying.

12) The deleted scene. In which Jon tells Ghost to stay behind and protect Sansa.

13) Name parallels in both the Stark and Targaryen family tree. There was a Jaeherys Targaryen(some people think this may be Jon’s true name) who married an Alyssane(which is remarkably similar sounding to Alayne - Sansa’s adoptive name while she was in the Vale. But even if it turns out his true name isn’t Jaeherys, there’s still the Jonnel Stark that married a Sansa Stark. Now that’s on the nose.

14) Sansa giving his new life purpose. When we see Jon after he’s resurrected, he was ready to abandon his post as Lord Commander. Sansa walks in just in time, and she gives him a reason to fight for - the reclamation of Winterfell. Jon is truly reborn when he resurfaces from the crowd and we see in him something that’s been missing throughout the season - purpose. Then he goes and knocks the sh*t out of Ramsay.

15) The Prince Aemon/Joffrey bit. Ned had promised her someone brave, gentle and strong like Prince Aemon, noting that the match with Joffrey was a mistake. This happens in Season 1 and in the 1st installation of the ASOIAF books. In the 3rd installation of the books, Jon recalls a time where he and Robb would be training as kids, referring to himself as Prince Aemon the Dragonknight.While in the show in Season 7, we see Jon get insulted at the thought that Sansa might think of him to be like Joffrey - to which she says he’s as far as Joffrey as anyone she’s ever met.

16) Sansa’s hair. This is often overlooked but I remember reading that when Sophie Turner got her role, she asked the producers why she had to dye her hair. They told her that it’s actually important and crucial to the plot in some symbolic way. Let me just point out to you how most if not all the women in Jon’s life that he’s been involved with in some way or another has had red hair. While this seems like merely a coincidence that’s not worth bringing up, it could be tied to the validation he never received while growing up - of Catelyn’s(who had more of an auburn shade), and Sansa who took after her mother in never accepting Jon fully.

17) Janos Slynt. Sansa had wished for a hero to behead Janos Slynt(in the books). Jon ends up beheading Janos Slynt(in the books and the show). This has a romantic connotation since the hero always falls for the princess in the songs.

18) How their arcs almost reflect and mirror each other throughout the story. Both Jon and Sansa had romantic ideas of the world that are debunked by reality. Jon believing the Night’s Watch is a place of honour, and Sansa having her whole reality flipped. (My poor bbs </3)

19) How their arcs are at one point reversed. Sansa finds herself born into a position of power in the beginning, while Jon was a bastard. She then at finds herself being the bastard, while Jon is raised up as Lord Commander. This is good to take note of as they now have a better understanding of each other respectfully.

20) How them getting together would literally give them both what they wanted as children. Sansa’s always wanted her prince(and since Rhaegar annulled his marriage, Jon is a Targaryen Prince), and Jon’s always wanted a family and to live in Winterfell(+ deep down I’m sure he’s always craved the validation he was denied as a child growing up in Winterfell - he had hoped Ned would have the King legitimise him).

21) Poetic justice. How fitting would it be to have a situation that started out from a Targaryen/Stark wedding to end with a Targaryen/Stark wedding(this time done right)? Too perfect.

Those are some of the points I could think of straight off the top of my head, without taking into account the points that stand against D*enerys. I wanted to make sure this post was as positive without having to be perceived as me taking a go at D*ny. But, for the purpose of making this complete, let’s see some points against that ship(you can stop reading at this point if you only want positivity, but I’ll try to be as rational!)

1) The argument that J*nerys together makes the Song of Ice and Fire. This is a questionable point since there could be many interpretations of what’s truly Ice and Fire so I’ve never found this to be persuasive. You could argue that Jon is the Song of Ice and Fire himself, since it’s been revealed that he is both Stark and Targaryen.

2) D*enerys’ story arc serves as a foil to Jon’s. The reason why these characters seem alike is because they seem to mirror their positions throughout the story. However, if you take a closer look - D*ny has risen to power on account of her birthright and dragons, and she has actively sought out her power. Meanwhile, Jon finds himself in a position of power not because he wants it or has a birthright, but because people want him to assume that position(like being elected Lord Commander and then crowned King in the North).

3) The highlighted differences between these characters. In Mereen in Season 5, we see D*enerys sentence a man to death but have Daario Naharis carry out the sentence in front of her people as a deterrent. This has always been interesting to me because she cannot bring herself to look at him as he is being beheaded. It reminds me of the saying that he who passes the sentence should swing the sword. In the same season, we see Jon behead Janos Slynt himself.

4) The direction the show seems to have taken in relation to D*ny’s methods of ruling. Yes, I do agree that you’ve got to be more and more ruthless as you hold more and more power but it’s interesting to me how they’ve decided to shoot her scenes lately. There’s her insisting that she is Queen(Tywin: “Any man who must say “I am the King” is no true King.”). Then we are asked to empathise with the Lannister army for the first time in the series - with Ed Sheeran’s cameo meant to humanise the soldiers, and the Field of Fire 2.0 battle being shot from the Lannister army’s point of view - of devastation when going against a weapon of mass destruction(Drogon). To top it all off, she displays ignorant hypocrisy - saying she wants to break the wheel but only when she’s already on top, deflecting and ignoring any attempts Tyrion makes to talk some sense into her(we’ve seen Tyrion trying to deny that she’s being irrational while with Varys, and mentioning that she’s known to lose her temper), telling the army she’s not there to murder them and then giving them an ultimatum of bending the knee or dying, and burning the Tarlys alive. That last point is interestingly enough never brought up with Jon the same way the maesters don’t inform Samwell - which makes me feel like it’s been left out for now, for a reason. It’ll come back and change Jon’s perspective of her further.

5) Contrasting D*ny’s ruling methods with Sansa’s. While D*enerys’ loot train attack destroyed the food that would have fed the people, in the same episode we see Sansa trying to ensure that her people are fed. It’s there for a reason. For us to be able to extract and juxtaposition these two together and start questioning who would make a better Queen - a ‘foreign invader’ and conquerer who uses her weapons of mass destruction to pave a way for her on the Iron Throne, or the key to the North who has learnt how to play the Game of Thrones from arguably a few of the best players(Cersei, Margaery, and Littlefinger).

6) Cersei’s Prophecy of the Younger, more beautiful Queen. People seem to overlook this when it’s actually quite indicative of endgame. People are also quick to assume that D*ny is the Younger Queen that would talk all that [Cersei] holds dear. But how could she be? D*enerys had nothing to do with the deaths of Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen. Sansa did. Although unknowingly. Sansa was the one who informed Olenna Tyrell of how much of a monster Joffrey was - this set the chain of events that led to all three of Cersei’s children’s deaths. While Margaery could be perceived as the Younger Queen as well - she had no clue of Olenna’s involvement, and furthermore - Cersei still has Jaime while Margaery has already been reduced to ashes. So, if Jaime were to sometime in the future join forces under Sansa, she would fulfil the prophecy. I highly doubt that Jaime would be keen on joining D*enerys after what he’s seen her do with fire - I’m sure he was getting war flashbacks, poor guy.

**I’d like to mention and give fair warning that past this point, I’ve hinted at some things that happen in E06 so if you want to be absolutely spoiler free, please stop yourself from reading further. Or, you could go ahead and read only the bolded first line of each point!**

7) A marriage between D*enerys and Jon serves no greater purpose. We are reminded that D*ny is barren(please don’t make it seem like I’m picking at this being her fault and hating her for it, I’m trying to be rational), she cannot give Jon an heir(children he’s always wanted though I don’t doubt that if he truly loves someone he wouldn’t mind giving that dream up, so don’t see this as me trying to pit two women against each other for the sole reason of one not being able to have children). So the Targaryen lineage would truly die with D*enerys if this marriage is realised. Furthermore, the North will not accept a Southern ruler, and will always follow the Stark name. If Jon bends the knee, not only will he be giving up what his family fought for, but he would be betraying the wants of his people. If it is revealed that he is Targaryen and it’s made public knowledge, the marriage that makes the most sense to maintain peace is if he marries Sansa - a Stark, since Jon would be abdicating his position as King in the North by bending the knee and Sansa would still be Lady of Winterfell as she has the Stark name. On the topic of children though, for some reason in E06 we keep getting hints of possibly foreshadowings of Jon having his own children - specifically when Jorah doesn’t accept Longclaw, saying it would serve [Jon]’s children well - and then the scene cuts to Sansa and Arya.

8) Jon possibly playing D*enerys is not completely OOC. Take into account what he did with Ygritte, then take into account the number of reminders he’s had this season alone. Sansa reminds him to be smarter than Robb and Ned, and one of the other Northern Lords reminds him that Robb rode South once, married a foreigner and lost the North. What’s the one thing Kit Harrington says about Jon this season? That he’s beginning to listen to Sansa. You may argue that it’s character assassination to have Jon, who’s so pure, resort to manipulation but he could be putting his family and duty first - he needs to do what he can to secure her alliance. In fact I think it’s more insulting to his character if we were to assume that he would deliberately give up the North without first consulting his people, let alone Sansa. It’s way past time Jon plays a little bit of the game, it does his character justice to develop and learn from past mistakes at least that much. Of course, there’s also guilt following the events of E06 during the wight hunt. Let’s not forget D*ny’s prophecy that states that she will be betrayed thrice - once for blood, once for gold and once for love(this last one has yet to happen).

9) The Odysseus/Penelope/Calypso parallel. I saw this going around at some point and it’s been quite popular ever since! Unfortunately I’m not too sure who the original source is, but please feel free to tag them below! They made a link between the three greek characters with Jon, Sansa and D*ny respectfully. Calypso had detained Odysseus on her island for some time, while Penelope stayed behind and ruled on behalf of him in his absence. Odysseus and Calypso end up sleeping together but in the end, he comes back to his Penelope. It’s not to say that I like the idea of Sansa being ‘second’, but I’m choosing to interpret this in a way that guarantees Jon coming back to Sansa despite the boatbang.

That concludes this little list/semi-meta(?) I’ve never taken a go at these, in fact I’m pretty sure this is my second time making my own textpost. Again, the point of this was not to put one character against the other just so we can be satisfied with our ship. You are allowed to ship whoever you want to! I simply felt the need to bring these points up again because the night is dark and full of red-herrings.

Please try to leave this post as hate-free as possible. If it appears on the wrong tag, I apologise. But if you were secure with your ship then you wouldn’t feel the need to come at me. Although if you do still feel the need to defend a certain character, no one’s stopping you - just be respectful! x

Last but not least... can we just... appreciate these two. (I saw this gif online but I’m not sure where, apologies if it’s yours - all credit to you and please don’t hesitate to let me know.)

#jonsa #jonsa meta #jon x sansa #sansa stark #jon snow #anti jonerys

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mikebyler · 7 years

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A Boy for Flowers

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Richie Tozier

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Swearing

Par: 2/?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Next week.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s up, Ed?”

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

Bill froze. “Wuh-what?”

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

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

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

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

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

Bill nodded. “See you t-tonight.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bill’s eyes narrowed. “Jason?”

“Yeah, I’m dating Jason Bowers.”

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

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

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

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s up? Aren’t you at work?”

“N-no. Can I cuh-c-come over?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Bill?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s puh-pretty sinister, Ed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i hope you enjoyed!

tags: @skeletontozier

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

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The Proposal [Kidge AU] Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

I posted this in my AO3 and Wattpad so I thought... why not? and so I’m posting it here now :))

In Katherine Holt's room, nothing was heard but the insistent beeping of an alarm clock. Said girl groaned, sticking out her arm out of her cocoon of blankets and out into the cold atmosphere of her bedroom. She shivered slightly at the change of temperature but managed to smash her fist onto the alarm clock multiple times until it finally turned off.

Katie tucked her hand back in and snuggled into her pillow once more to go back to sleep for five more minutes, but then realized that the sun was streaming through the windows, which is something that shouldn't be happening at six in the morning in Texas yet. Katie frowned and looked back up to her clock.

8:42 a.m.

Katie's eyes widened as she read the time and rapidly kicked off her blanket, struggling to unwrap her body from her blankets. "Sweet Jesus Christ. He's going to kill me." Katie grunted as she finally freed herself from the clutches of her blankets. She tripped on the extra blankets on the floor but quickly got back up and ran to the bathroom, simultaneously picking up her uniform from the floor, thankful that it didn't stink.

In Keith's suite, the bathroom door swung open, steam pouring out of the humid atmosphere due to Keith's steaming hot shower. He had a white towel wrapped around his waist and one dangling from his shoulder. His long black hair was damp and swaying side to side as he walked the length of his room towards his closet to pick out his uniform from the many others he has accumulated.

He placed it neatly on his bed next to some blueprints spread out displaying the outline of a red mechanical lion, the badges, and medals attached to his uniform reflecting the sun's light. Keith turned on the news, the reporter's voice serving as background music to the Commander as he dressed for the busy day ahead.

Katie ran through the streets carrying a handful of blueprints and two bags of Einstein Bro's bagels in her hands. She weaved her way through the crowd but, because she was so small, it was easy for her to slip through small spaces.

Katie busted through the front doors of the Texas NASA base and she quickly clocked in, but not before she bumped into a passing garbageman. She bumped right into him, causing a whole mess of garbage to land on top of her and for her to lose Keith's bagel in the mess. "Holy MOTHER OF-"

"Sorry, ma'am." The garbage man muttered as he struggled to pick up the garbage. In the far off distance, Katie could hear her coworkers snicker at the mess, knowing that she is the boss' assistant of the base and that she will be told a long embarrassing lecture in front of the whole building if she did not fix her appearance immediately.

Katie rushed to place all her things in Keith's office and she approached Nyma, "I need your blouse." Nyma looked up from her computer and looked Katie up and down. "You're kidding, right?" Katie sighed and quickly thought of something to offer, "Ed Sheeran concert. Two front seat tickets. You have five seconds to decide. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

Nyma stood stiffly for a second before rushing to the bathroom with Katie, the two changing lightning fast. Once Katie was out, she bolted into Keith's office, organizing the blueprints she brought in on his desk and picking up Keith's bagel. She suddenly heard a ding and turned towards her computer on her small desk frantically, seeing a message appearing in the staff chat.

Emo has entered the building.

She rushed to stand in front of the door and held out a bag of Einstein Bro's Bagels. Almost immediately, Keith walked in reading a blueprint, his left shoulder carrying a black bag full of rolled up blueprints, his left hand holding a mug of black coffee and his right holding a blueprint.

He walked in with a quick pace, drinking his coffee as he read the blueprint that Katie recognized as her own. She became extremely nervous, knowing that Keith was extremely picky with the designs he chooses. Truthfully, that wasn't even her job. She was only Commander Keith Kogane's assistant. She brings him bagels and helps him manage himself (because everyone knows he can't manage for sh*t). She isn't supposed to design five mechanical lions that form one huge killer robot.

So she held her breath as she saw that she wrote her name clearly on every page and braced herself for Keith's lecturing. But to delay the lecture a bit, she began telling him the news for the day, "Morning, boss. Moore called this morning about the launch in late November,"

"Yes, there's a problem with Rocket 212-A93's thrusters. I know." Keith answered as he took the bagel Katie was offering. Katie grabbed Keith's bag and placed it on one of the seats in front of his desk, "Staff meeting at 9:00."

Keith sat on his black swivel chair and pulled in his chair to his desk, placing his bag of breakfast next to a pile of papers, "Did you call- ugh, what's his name? With the - with the-the ugly face?"

Katie thought for a second but almost immediately remembered who he was talking about, "Marco."

"Yes, Marco." Keith answered as he reached for the paperwork for a launch of a satellite on Pluto's moon, Kerberos, but Katie already slid it closer to her boss, "Yes. I did call him. I told him that if he doesn't get the prints in on time you won't even glance at his work. Your immigration lawyer called. She said that it was imperative that-"

"Cancel the call with Moore, push the meeting to next week, and keep the lawyer on the sheets." Keith handed Katie some papers, "Hand that to Gutierrez and tell him to prepare himself. I got him an interview with CNN after the launch of 'CASTLE'."

Katie nodded and looked at the papers with a raised eyebrow, "Wow. Nicely done." Keith grabbed his breakfast and pushed back his chair, "If I wanted your praise, I would have asked for it."

Katie began walking away to do as Keith ordered but stopped in her tracks when she heard Keith call out, "Uh, who's Julian? And why does he want me to call him?" Keith displayed the brown bag with a smirk, the words: CALL ME, xxx-xxx-xxx, JULIAN ;), clearly written in Sharpie on the outside of the bag.

Katie winced and backed up, hearing Keith continue, "I mean, I'm flattered but-"

"Well, that was originally my food." Keith raised a critical brow, "And why am I eating your bagel?" Katie took back a step and sighed defeatedly, "Because your food was consumed by trash." Keith nodded like a mother would to tease her child when they're in trouble, "So, you regularly eat Cheesy Hash Brown bagels?"

"I do, actually, it's like breakfast in a bagel." Keith leaned back in his chair with an amused smile playing on his mouth, knowing that Katie messed up and she still wanted to play it off as nothing, "Is that a coincidence?" Katie jokingly nodded her head, "Incredibly, it is." Katie's attention was diverted once she heard the phone ring, "I mean, I couldn't possibly eat the same food you did in case something would happen because that would be ridiculous. Commander Kogane's office."

"Good morning, Katherine. I was wondering if Keith was still coming to my office? He mentioned to me that he'll stop by?" Katie almost threw up at the sound of the voice of the most detested person in the building. Katie placed her hand on the phone's microphone, "Why are we heading to Lotor's office?" Keith turned in his swivel chair and clicked his tongue, sarcastically making an 'Oops' face. Katie imitated her boss' sarcasm as she returned to the call, "Yeah, we're heading over there right now."

Katie hung up and walked out the office, quickly finding a new open computer and she typed in the chat:

Loki is on his chariot.

She looked up at the screen to see the computer screens light up with the new notification and for everyone to run to their cubicles and pretend to work.

Katie then approached her boss as he made his way toward's Lotor's office and fell into pace with the brooding Commander, "Did you look at my prints?"

Katie turned to look at Keith as she waited for his answer, but he only looked straightforward, "I looked at some of it, I wasn't impressed." Katie scoffed,"Can I say something?" Keith sighed, "Please don't."

Katie ignored her boss' reply and continued with what she was going to say, "I've seen hundreds of weapons and I only showed you the kind of designs you tend to lean towards-"

"That's where you are mistaken, Katherine." Keith glanced down to Nyma's clothing as she passed by, catching a whiff of old coffee grounds as he passed by, "And I do think you order the same food as me, which is, in fact, ridiculous."

"Or admirable." Katie defended as they reached Lotor's office. "I'd admire you if you didn't drop my food in the first place." Keith opened the door to Lotor's office and stepped in, leaving Katie to mentally plan Keith's murder. She eventually calmed herself and walked in behind him.

"Ah, our fearless leader and his aide. Please, come in." Lotor was proudly standing tall in front of Keith and Katie, his hand on his hip as he examined some things on his laptop, but Katie (nor Keith) didn't miss the hungry looks he gave Katie as she walked in.

Keith turned on his heel, completely ignoring the looks, and his eyes caught a new display on Lotor's room, "Impressive model, is it new?" Lotor proudly smiled and cockily replied, "I built to resemble Explore 1 three years ago but, yes, it is new to my office."

Keith glanced down to Lotor's arrogance and smiled to himself, "Witty. Lotor, I'm letting you go." Lotor looked up from his laptop with an incredulous look in his eyes. Katie also seemed surprised because she too turned her head to look at Keith. Lotor spoke up but it only came out like a peep, "Pardon?"

"I told you a hundred times to get Gutierrez an interview with CNN and you didn't do it. You're fired." Katie still dazed with this new information, closed the door quietly and leaned against the wall.

"I have told you it is impossible. Gutierrez can't-do interviews, he has social anxiety." Keith chuckled sarcastically, "Well that is interesting because I called him yesterday, and he is in."

Katie's eyes dashed to Lotor, who was slack-jawed, "Excuse me?"

"You didn't even call him, did you?" Keith accused, while casually leaning against a desk Lotor had cornered against a wall. "I-I"

"I know," Keith began with a mocking tone, "Gutierrez is pretty scary since he is big and tough... for you." Katie had to bite her tongue to keep herself from laughing, "Now, I'll give you two months to find another job. And then you can tell everyone you resigned, OK?"

Keith left without another word, Katie following hot on his trail. Keith breathed out, "What's his twenty?"

"He's moving. He has crazy eyes." Katie stated as she looked back at Lotor making his way out of his office.

"Don't do it, Lotor. Don't do it."

"You poisonous d*ck!" The whole room froze and gasped, stopping what they were doing and began paying attention to what was unfolding in front of their eyes.

"You can't fire me! You... firing me on this whole CNN thing just so you could look good to Bergen and Malloy. Because you are threatened by me!" Keith chuckled but Lotor continued, "And you are a beast." Keith rolled his eyes and warned him, "Lotor, stop."

The whole office was dead silent and a phone was ringing in the far distance, though no one was attempting to pick it up. "Just because you have nothing and no one to love in life doesn't mean that you can order everyone around and insult us like bags of garbage. You know... I feel sorry for you? Because you know what you're gonna have on your deathbed? Nothing and no one."

Lotor finally stops his ranting and looked at Katie, who was sucking in her lips in worry over what Keith was going to do, and looked her up and down again, this time not even hiding the crazy look in his eye, "And someone as beautiful as Katie doesn't deserve such a douche of a boss like you."

Katie lowered her head in embarrassment for Lotor and she could hear Keith breathe in deeply and begin, "Listen carefully, Lotor. I didn't fire you because I was threatened. Because, honestly, what should I be threatened of? No. I fired you because you are lazy, stupid, incompetent, conceited and a traitor. You have given multiple prints from potential spacecraft over to Galra Industries. And you spend more time eyeing my assistant's backside more than you do in your office. And if you say another word, I will personally have you thrown out on your *ss, OK? ANOTHER WORD and you're going out of here with an armed escort. Katherine will film it with her phone and post it on every social media network there is. Is that what you want?"

Lotor looked at Keith with his eyebrows furrowed, clearly showing his embarrassment but tried to hide it with a look of confusion, "Didn't think so. I have work to do." The second Keith turned his back, every worker turned back to their respective cubicles acting as if they were working the whole time. Katie turned to follow Keith and, as if he knew what was going on behind him, Keith turned and shot Lotor a warning glare before turning around again.

Lotor angrily stepped back into his office and began packing his things. Keith, still having the need to blow off some steam began, "Call security and tell them to put Lotor's model in my conference room."

"Will do."

"And I need you around this weekend to help review his files and his prints." Katie started worrying, remembering an important family issue happening this very weekend, "This weekend?"

Keith, now tired with everyone's bull, turned to Katie and looked at her with an exasperated look in his eyes, "You have a problem with that?" His purple eyes stared into Katie's honey brown eyes, scaring her slightly, "No- I- I... just my grandmother's 90th birthday, so I was gonna go home and," Keith rolled his eyes and ignored Katie, walking into his office with an angry feel to his steps, "...it's fine. I'll cancel it. "You're actually saving me from a weekend of misery, so it's... good talk, yeah."

Katie stopped in front of Keith's office, watching him with anger in her eyes, then she calmly stepped into her cubicle right next to his office to begin her work for the day.

After a few hours, Katie found some spare minutes to call her parents to tell them the news that she won't be coming to her grandmother's birthday party, "I know, I know. Tell Grammy I'm sorry, OK? Mom, what do you want me to do? He's making me work the weekend. No, I'm not... no. Listen, I've worked too hard for this promotion to throw it all away, OK? I'm sure Dad is pissed, but we take all of our designs here very seriously. We'll get back to you as soon as we can."

Katie shook her head in mock disbelief as she turned her head towards her boss, who saw right through Katie's horrible acting, "Was that your family?"

Katie nodded, "Yes." Keith put his hand on his hip, "They tell you to quit?" Katie quipped back, "Every single day," As she extended her hand to pick up the now ringing phone.

"Commander Kogane's office. Oh... Yeah. OK. All right." Katie sighed as she hung up the phone, "Bergen and Malloy want to see you upstairs immediately."

Keith groaned, "Come get me in ten minutes, we've got a lot to do."

"Okey-doke," Katie responded, immediately making faces the second he turned around. She crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue but she immediately stopped when Keith spoke up, "I know what you're doing, Katherine."

She stopped and sheepishly began working on her laptop again, rushing to pick up a phone that began ringing.

Keith walked towards his boss' office, ignoring the greeting his secretary offered. Keith opened the door and greeted his boss, "Jack, Edwin."

Jack Bergen was seated at his desk with Edwin Malloy leaning on a desk. Jack Bergen was the first to acknowledge Keith's entrance and greeted, "Keith, congratulations on the CNN thing. That's terrific news."

Keith bowed his head in thanks as he approached the desk, the sun making his numerous medals glimmer, "Thank you, thank you. This isn't about my fourth raise is it?"

Jack laughed and shook his head, "Keith, do you remember when we agreed that you wouldn't go to the Frankfurt Convention because you weren't allowed out of the country while your visa application was being processed?"

Keith nodded, "Yes, I do."

Jack continued, "And... you went to Frankfurt." Keith nodded, "Yes, I did. We were going to lose DeLillo to Galra. We needed him on our team. So, really didn't have a choice, did I?"

Jack sighed and picked up a piece of paper from his desk, "So it seems the United States government doesn't care much who hires an astronaut."

Now, Edwin spoke up and continued what Jack began explaining, "We, uh, just spoke to your immigration attorney." Keith sighed in relief, "Oh, so we're good? Everything good?"

Jack sighed, "Keith, your visa application has been denied. And you are being deported."

Keith's eyes widened, "Deported?" Jack kept reading from a little sheet of paper, reading off from a warning, "And apparently there was also some paperwork that you didn't turn in on time."

Keith breathed out nervously, "Come on. Come on! It's not like I'm even a terrorist! I work for the government for crying out loud. There's gotta be something we can do."

Edwin spoke up again for the second time during the meeting, "We can reapply, but unfortunately you have to leave the country for at least a year."

Keith inhaled deeply again and managed to compose himself, "OK. OK, well, that's not ideal, but, uh.., I can, uh... I can manage everything from Daejeon... with video calls and..."

Edwin sighed, "Actually, Keith, if you're deported, you can't work for an American company." Jack continued, "Until this is resolved I'm going to turn operations over to Lotor."

Keith choked up, "Lotor? The guy I just fired?" Jack interrupted Keith's sure ranting, "We need a Commander in Chief. He is the only person in the building who has enough experience."

Keith shook his head, "You cannot be serious. I beg of you."

"Keith. We are desperate to have you stay. If there's anything we can do-"

"Excuse me?" Katie knocked on the door right as Keith began a lecture. He turned around frantically and glared at the assistant, but she didn't react. Jack lifted his hand, "No. Excuse me, we're in a meeting."

"Sorry to interrupt." Katie began while Keith glared at her interference, "What? What!"

"Mary from Sven's office called. She's on the line."

"I know."

"She's on hold. She needs to speak with you. I told her you were otherwise engaged. She insisted, so... sorry." Katie apologized while motioning for Keith to follow her, but all she got was a weird stare from her boss. After a few seconds, Keith whispered, "Come here." Katie furrowed her eyebrows but nonetheless closed the door and approached her Commander.

"Gentlemen, I understand the predicament that we are in. And I think there's something you should know." Keith backed up and wrapped his arm around Katie's shoulders, "We're getting married." Katie looked around the office, "Who's getting married?"

Keith looked down at Katie with a threatening smile, "We... We're getting married. You and I. We're getting married." Katie got the memo but she did notexpect this to happen. She was shocked and frankly couldn't utter a word, "We are..."

"-Getting married." Keith finished, smiling to the two administrators. Edwin, however, was not buying it at first, "Isn't she your secretary?"

"Assistant." Katie corrected, though she was still trying to figure out what was going on.

"Executive... assistant secretary. Titles. But, wouldn't be the first time one of us fell for our secretaries. Wouldn't it Edwin? With Laquisha? Remember? So yeah. The truth is, you know, Katherine and I, we're... just two people who weren't meant to fall in love but we did."

Katie shook her head in disbelief, "No." Keith, however, continued on, "All those late nights designing and conventions kinda opened our eyes." Katie kept shaking her head looking up at Keith, "No."

Keith tugged Katie closer and nuzzled his hand next to her neck, but didn't try anything, "Can't fight a love like ours. So... Are we good with this? Are you happy? 'Cause, we're happy! So happy!"

"Keith."

"Yes?"

"It's fantastic. Just make it legal." Keith rose an eyebrow at his boss but then realized, "Oh! Oh." He pointed at his ring finger, "Legal. Yeah, okay. Well, that means we need to go to the immigration office so we can work this whole mess out. Right? Thank you very much, gentlemen."

Katie nodded in a daze. What. The. Hell? Did I miss the dates and years of a relationship?

Keith then took Katie's hand and led them out of the office, immediately letting it go the second he stepped out of those doors. The ride on the elevator was dead silent, neither saying a word. And they thought that no one knew of the news, but they were so wrong the second they stepped foot on their floor.

Katie could hear the blips of computers as they passed by their coworkers. Some even dare to whisper loudly, "Katherine and Keith are getting married!" And Katie could here someone else whisper, "What is that about?"

Katie glanced at her other coworkers and caught sight of Shay nodding her head in approval, winking at her. Then she saw Plaxum shaking her head, "Mhmm." Katie blushed a bit and then she saw Nyma cackling to herself, "Katie. Really? Him?" She continued laughing and then Katie finally reached Keith's office.

Katie slowly closed the glass door behind her, looking once more at her coworkers who were actively commenting on her engagement to the Commander. Katie walked away from the door and stood in front of Keith, who unrolled a new blueprint to start studying.

She only stood there with no words, her fingers fiddling with the buttons on the chairs. Keith's eyes lifted for a second and caught sight of Katie. He sighed and rolled his eyes, "What?"

Katie tilted her head, "I don't understand what's happening." Keith flipped to the back of the print, "Relax this is for you, too." Katie leaned on the chair, "Do explain."

"They were going to make Lotor chief." Katie rolled her eyes, "So naturally I would have to marry you?" Keith rolled his eyes, "And is that a problem? You had someone in mind?"

Katie sighed frustratingly, "Not really. Anyways, it's illegal."

Keith chuckled, "They're looking for terrorists, not space engineers."

"Keith." Said man lifted his face from his work and stared Katie down, "What?" Katie shook her head and stood her ground, "I'm not going to marry you." Keith placed his stuff down and quipped back, "Sure you are. Because if you don't your dreams of became a well-known space engineer are dead."

Katie's glare wavered as she heard those words and listened to Keith's reasoning, "Lotor will fire you the second I'm gone. Either that or he'll keep you here just so he can stare at your bum, which I know is something you don't tolerate. Guaranteed. That means you've wasted five years tucked in my office, the bagels, the canceled dates, the midnight Aspirin runs, were all for nothing and your dreams of being a Commander are gone."

Katie started breathing heavily, "Don't worry, after the required time, we'll get a quickie divorce. But until then, like it or not, your wagon is hitched to mine. OK? Phone." Katie stood breathing heavily, currently cursing the hell out of her boss in her mind. She grunted at her obnoxious and stuck up boss and stomped to the phone, politely answering, "Commander Keith's office."

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Super!Mingyu

A/N: Hi guys~ This is my first AU! This was inspired by posts by other amazing writers and prompts so I decided to make a bunch of them. This one is a mash between Best Friend!AU and Super!AU and is quite long so buckle up! Be sure to be on the lookout for upcoming Super!Seventeen posts and thank you for reading! Enjoy! :D

P.S. Many fart jokes. Mentions of gummy bears.

lmao ok where do we even start with this guy

You've basically known Mingyu from kindergarten

He's a pretty low key kid tbh, you never would've thought he's a super

So the story starts when one day, in kindergarten, in the middle of the finger painting class, you farted ya it's gross, get over it. Kids only eat, sleep poop and cry while farting inbetween.

So you’re kind of the silent-killer type of farter ok aka no sound but deadly

There's another kid in class who's infamous for having farting episodes

So the whole class plus the teacher was like "ugh not again Kevin wstg we have enough of ur sh**" and are accusing him of this crime poor Kevin

Nobody suspected it was you ('sorry Kevin')

B U T T H E N

You feel a tap on your shoulder and turned around to see this one kid with a bad haircut and trail of snot on his face

And you can't help but zone in until he said

"I know it's you"

Lol you’re f***ed.

Your know you gotta do something before he reports you to the teacher and you can’t have your entire kindergarten career and reputation just crumble into dust over a fart

So what did you do?

"I'll share my gummy bears with you but you will n e v e r tell a soul"

"Ok"

Well that was easy

Anyways

From that day on Snotty aka Kim Mingyu follows you around like a lost puppy and sits with you during snack time for the sake of gummy bears kid knows his priorities

Everytime you won’t share your candies with him, he blackmails you by threatening to tell the teacher that it was you who farted that One Faithful Day

You kinda regretted it now that you have to sacrifice your gummy bears but h e y, better than getting your reputation ruined and get called Ms. Fartsfor the rest of kindergarten amirite?

So fast forward to elementary school

Surprise surprise you're going to the same school as Mingyu

He still follows you around btw

Also, you outgrew him so you call him Shorty now instead of Snotty

“How’s the air down there, Shorty?”

“Walk in traffic, Y/N”

Still asks for gummy bears during lunch period

Tbh it's getting annoying at this point bc whenever you whip up your lunch bag he'd go nuts

"Is that spaghetti I smell?”

“Bring your own lunch, Mingyu.”

But then it starts to happen every time

He'll know what you bring for lunch even before you unbox it

You're getting suspicious

Is he half dog or something? How does he even know?

And then things get weirder

So basically Mingyu becomes the class guard aka that kid that stands in front of the classroom when there's no teacher to inform the class when the teacher is coming

People starts complaining because Mingyu would come in and be like "The teacher's coming ! !" but there's nobody in the hallway?? so Mingyu pls explain???

"No I swear! She's coming!!!"

Ofc nobody believed him and the class was in utter chaos when the teacher finally came in

"Mingyu, how did you know?"

"I heard her walking"

And you're like "lol what"

Anyways

He also becomes that annoying kid in class

He'll say that the class is too hot/too cold when it's totally fine??

And when a teacher raises their voice he'd cover his ears

Also there was a time during a math test you and thought that you were going to ace the test because you're top in class at least in elementary school if you’re bad at it lmao but surprise surprise Mingyu aced it too

But later during the day he comes up to you and apologized and said that he copied your paper

And you're like ????

"Mingyu you sit two seats behind me how is that even possible???"

He'll be the first to know when it's pizza day ("I can smell the pizza lol")

But brings his own lunch to school

Claims that the cafeteria food smells and tastes weird

he never eats the food from school bc he claims that it smells weird and because he’s a picky eater

But basically Mingyu is physically hypersensitive to everything and people think he's just whiny and annoying so the only friend he got is you

So you kinda took pity in him and you started to enjoy his company anyways so you let him hang around

As long as he has his hand sanitizer with him at all times

Fast fast forward to middle school

Yayy time for puberty and hormones! fun fun fun

Except it isn't fun

Puberty is as fun for supers as it is for normal teenagers

It’s terrible enough to suddenly have a bazillion of zits appearing on your formerly-smooth face

But the fact that Shorty had a major growth spurt over the summer and is basically a f***ing tree now

“Who’s short now, Y/N?”

And brags about it every time he has the chance

It’s also around this time that Mingyu has been acting even stranger

He’s easily distracted by a background noise, even if others don’t seem to hear it

He’d jump right out of his seat whenever the bell rings or any loud noises really

At one point, a teacher got so angry and started shouting and when you looked at Mingyu he’s cowering in his seat with his hands low key on his ears, wincing every time the teacher raised their voice

He also becomes more secluded

Leaves the classes right after the bell rings, decided to take his lunch to a more quieter place under a tree at the school yard, avoids group projects..

You’re really concerned for him although you’re a bit hurt that he seemed like he’s keeping something from you

So you decided to ask him one day

"Mingyu are you ok? Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Hahaha w-what makes u say that"

You gave him a pointed look and it's scary and he got reminded that time during elementary school you bit Sarah in the arm for cutting the queue

If that's what ppl get for cutting your queue then what would happen if you find out that he's different

He’s scared that the only person he’s been friends with for years would abandon him when they finally realize that he’s a freak

At that point of time, he just wishes that he could be like the other kids

But he also remembers that you've been there for him after all these times

You (kinda) tolerated all the times he sneezed in your hair

“One more time, Mingyu and I will cut you.”

And the times he broke your toys after not realizing his own strength

Also that dark time during elementary school when Danielle and her group of friends verbally bullied him for being “weird” and “different”

You stood up to them for him

You got yourself suspended and your parents called for punching the bullies in the face

That night you came to his house with a bag full of gummy bears and both of your favorite movies and you guys just hung out in his room

That when you said “Mingyu, I know you can’t even hurt a fly so if you need me to punch someone in the face I will”

Wow when did you become such a violent kid

But he knows it’s just your way of saying “I’ll always be there if you need me”

And honestly, you're already a knight in shining armor to him the second you broke Danielle Davis’s nose

So he decided to tell you

How he knows what you’ll have for lunch

Why he’s so distracted all the time

And why he’s such a sensitive kid

He has heightened senses

*silence ensues*

He can’t help but starts to sweat as you stare at him, unblinkingly

He wanted to strangle you, to force you to talk, to just say something

And then you do

“Wait ok so in kindergarten, you knew it was me who farted because of your super senses?”

lol. ded.

He just looked at you disappointedly “Seriously, Y/N, that’s the first thing that pops into your mind?”

“Well I’m sorry I can’t help it. But really can you really tell who farts in class. Also I’m really sorry for you, dude, smelling farts in HD must’ve suck.”

Ok but you’re kinda offended and sad why he kept it away from you for such a long time but soon realizes that people are judgmental jerks who’d just label Mingyu as an outcast if they find out

But basically, Mingyu is super duper relieved that you’re totally cool with it and you guys moved on from it

Fast forward to high school

*Achievement Unlocked: You got an S/O*

It’s not Mingyu ok

You met your S/O the first day of high school

They’re really sweet and caring and overall a nice person

Mingyu was more skeptical and protective when you first started to date but took the backseat when he realized that you can take care of yourself (lol remember Sarah and Danielle?)

Cheers you on your relationship and becomes your confidante and go-to person to talk about your relationship

He doesn't mind at all.

He’s just happy that you’re happy what a cinnamon roll ;A;

Until one day he saw your s/o at the mall, hanging out with some girl he doesn’t recognize

They seemed pretty close and their arm would ever so often casually hangs on the girl’s shoulder

Mingyu’s general perception of your s/o has been good so far so although he was kinda surprised to see them hanging out with a girl that’s not you, he just thought that she might be their close friend or a family member or something so he brushed it off

He checked with his superhuman hearing and it’s not like they’re talking about anything suspicious or anything

But Mingyu being Mingyu, he was curious and wanted to look out over you

So he figured, if your s/o was up to no good, he’d have to find out himself

So he began to stalk investigate your s/o

You kinda picked up and would jokingly said “Don’t you dare steal them from me” and he’ll be like “No, no its not like that!” (lmao also he wouldn't dare ofc)

But then Mingyu found out that your s/o has in fact, been cheating behind your back with a girl from school

He’s so surprised and more importantly, enraged that they would even do that to you

What have you ever done to deserve such trash of an s/o??? You deserved to be served and taken care of like royalty

That evening he went to your house to break the news to you

“Y/N, I have something to tell you”

You don’t believe him. You don't want to believe him.

Your s/o has been such a caring and thoughtful person. They wouldn’t do that to you right??

So you do what you thought was right.

You got angry and told Mingyu that he was just being jealous, that he’s just mad that you now hang out with someone else. You told him to make some friends so he can get over it.

Mingyu got even angrier over the fact that you chose to defend your s/o and is hurt that you wouldn’t believe him, your best friend

But at that exact moment he also had an epiphany

He was jealous

He was sad that you now have someone else to hang out with

He was sad over the fact that you might drift away after all these years

He also realized that he cares so much about you

So so much that maybe it’s not the friendly kind of caring anymore

He realized that after all this time, he might be in love with his best friend

But he’s so angry so he decided to storm off and have you find out yourself, knowing how stubborn you can be

You don’t talk for the next few weeks

He decided to avoid you completely and would change seats if you’re in the same class as him. He wouldn’t even spare you a glance in the hallways

You sit alone at lunch, with nobody to eat your gummy bears

This is the first time you guys had a fight this big

One day, during class, you decided you had enough and you made a mad dash out of the classroom to find Mingyu and tell him you were sorry (Teacher: kids these days smh.)

Otw there, you passed the janitor’s closet and heard some noise

You decided to be a snitch and took a peek

And there they were, your s/o and a girl, making out in the small cramped space, unaware that you're watching

At that moment, all you can feel is your heartbreaking

You feel tears well up in your eyes, your body grows rigid and cold

You felt so so betrayed and lost that you don't even have the energy to barge up to them and beat them yourselves

So you took a detour to the nurse’s office, your mission long forgotten

You laid down on a cot for a good half-an-hour before you heard the curtain being opened and at first you thought it was the nurse who decided to kick you out but then you felt a large hand brushing the top of your head ever so gently

And by God, nobody was allowed to do that to you except for

“Y//N, I came as soon as class is over, are you feeling ok?”

You looked up and there he was, looking at you with concern and yet with the softest face

And it felt so sincere that you broke down completely in front of him

He just held you as you cried into his shirt, blabbering nonsense and being a snotty mess

When you were much better, you told him what happened

And then he had a look in his eyes

He kissed your forehead and just left

You’re confused because Mingyu?? what are you doing m8???

You didn't heard from him until later in the afternoon

He got suspended

For punching your s/o smack in the face

You didn’t know what to do. Should you thank him??? be concerned???

Since when did he become so violent?

lmao he learned from you

But later in the evening, you came to his house, a bag of gummy bears in one hand and your favorite movies in the other

Neither of you said anything at first. You didn't need to.

You both just climbed up his bed and started eating and watching the movies

Halfway through the movie, you glanced up at him

“Thank you”

He didn't take his eyes off the screen “He deserved it. Should’ve know what was coming for him.”

You’re not satisfied so you sat up and took his face in your hands and his eyes finally finally met yours

And oh how lovely you looked in you sweatpants and oversized t-shirt, and yeah looking up kinda hurts his eyes because of the light but it’s casting a soft halo around you and when he met your gaze, it’s fierce and determined

Your eyes are still a bit red and puffy from all the crying earlier but to him, at this very moment, you're perfect.

You said “I’m sorry for not listening to you. I’m sorry for being such a jerk. I’m sorry for saying those hurtful things to you-”

But he cuts you off, his lips ascending onto yours into slow searing kiss

You lost your train of thoughts and while you thought that he’s the one with the heightened senses here, at that very moment it’s as if you had it too

Everything felt so warm and you don’t even know whether it’s from the close proximity, your body heat or the room. Your heart went overdrive and you're scared that he might hear it He totally could

But most of all, it felt right

You know maybe you should’ve been aghast or the very least, disgusted, that you’re actually kissing your own best friend but it doesn’t feel like that with Mingyu

You can feel all his emotions in that one kiss and nothing ever felt so sincere and so warm

You didn't know but at that very moment, Mingyu was experiencing the exact things, although everything is thrice more intense

After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulled away and there you are, gazing into each others eyes, breathing fast, cheeks flushed

“I’m sorry I did that.. and no! before you kill me, you’re just the most beautiful person I’ve ever met and you deserve someone who can see that and appreciate you and take care of you with all his hea-” he said before you pulled him up for another kiss

“I love you, too, you giant idiot.”

And at that very moment, you realize that after all, you might been in love with him

You remembered the kid with the weird haircut and snotty nose who caught you farting back in kindergarten and thought: “Who would’ve thought?

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