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red-panda-agere · 4 months

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Regressor! Malleus Draconia

(So I don’t actually play TWST (even though I want to, my phone won’t let me) but my boyfriend really likes Malleus, so I’m trying to base these headcanons off of what my boyfriend has said about him. These aren’t going to be super in-depth like my usual ones, but I hope they’re good anyways :’3)

Malleus loves sleeping/napping with his head in someone’s lap, especially Yuu’s/MC’s and Lilia’s, as they’re his main caregivers.

One of the ittiest bittiest of babies, probably around 1-2, sometimes less

He absolutely cannot be left alone when regressed, and will search/pace the same few rooms/places for over and hour looking for a caregiver before giving up and retreating to his room to cry. If he does find one of his caregivers beforehand, he’s too shy to actually say he wants attention, but will snuggle into their shoulder without warning or just hope THEY WANT to give him attention.

Lilia is often called ‘Dada’ by little Malleus, the little one seeing Lilia as more of a parent figure than anyone else.

Dada’s boy through and through

He loves being called “Little Prince” or just simple little names like “Baby” or “Little one.”

As a dragon, he will teethe and chew on everything, including his own tail. It doesn’t hurt him, but they always try to draw his attention and motivation to teethe elsewhere, with teether rings, chewelry, and pacifiers. Malleus gets very nervous to use his pacifiers infront of others, even Lilia, but he loves them.

-Because of his fangs, he bites through a lot of pacifiers and teethers, so they have to buy more ‘heavy duty’ strong ones, Lilia even saying he’ll make them himself if he must

He has an abundance of little items based on Gargoyles, including a few stuffed animals and a bunch of story books he has read to him before naps/bedtime.

Little Malleus loves to ramble about Gargoyles, but often worries he talks about them too much. He’ll go on a very lengthy infodump to Yuu/MC about gargoyles, but will pause after a few minutes and just start apologizing.

He really wants little friends, but he’s worried that he’s too scary for other little ones and he’s far too shy. The closest little friend he has is Silver, but even then he already feels like he’s his little brother.

Silver and Malleus are often little together, Malleus always watching over the two of them and sounding like a proud papa the whole time.

“My precious baby boys! You two are the cutest ever!” Lilia pinches one of Malleus’ and Silver’s cheeks at the same time, unable to contain how much he loves the little goobers. Silver giggles softly “Dada!” he smiles. Malleus just whines, pulling away from his father figure’s hand, rubbing his cheek after. “Oh, I’m sorry little prince, did Dada hurt your lil cheek! Let him see!” Before Malleus could respond, the attentive vampire immediately giving his cheek a bunch of kisses. The little dragon tried to whine and push him away, not wanting to do this infront of Silver, but after a few kisses, he was a giggling mess. “Don’t think I forgot about you goober!” Lilia then did the same to Silver’s cheek, earning some muffled giggles from behind the sleepy little one’s pacifier.

Silver, when regressed, refers to Malleus as ‘baba’ or ‘bubba’ if he even can even speak at the moment. Silver and Malleus both share really small headspaces.

His tamagotchi is one of the most important things to him when he’s little, and will spend hours tending to his little digital friend if his attention isn’t directed elsewhere.

Malleus often has nightmares about those he loves leaving him, and almost always wakes up crying and shivering, sometimes even full panicking. He’s very clingy until he’s cuddled and calmed down. After nightmares, he usually doesn’t sleep the rest of the night.

Loves having stories told to him before bed, and whoever’s reading/speaking always has his full attention, and he tries not to ask questions during it, but usually can’t help it.

“Wuh! What happens to the little dragon then!” Malleus asked with concern for the fictional little dragon in the story book Lilia was reading to him, hugging Lilia tightly from behind, his chin resting on his shoulder. The vampire laughed softly. “I dunno baby! We’ll have to keep reading won’t we?” Malleus blushed a bit at this, but watched intently at his Dada kept reading.

He treats being bottle-fed by Lilia the most normal thing since he’s his basically his father. Of course, it’s only comfortable in the comfort of their rooms and when they’re alone, Malleus not even calling Lilia his dad during interactions outside of their rooms. He loves being bottle-fed though, even if it’s a bit difficult with how much taller he is than Lilia. His horns make it a bit difficult to lay on his lap, so his head usually goes near his shoulder and his legs over his lap, or he sits between his legs. Lilia would not stop until he had a way to bottle-feed his little one(s).

Malleus loves having his hair pet and played with, even when he’s not regressed, but when he’s regressed he will actively search for it. Not with verbal question, but he will press his head to Lilia’s hand.

He absolutely hates how strong he is, especially when regressed. He feels left out watching Lilia and Silver bake/cook together when they do, because he can’t help make them without breaking things on accident. It doesn’t help that Lilia likes the make cookies and treats for them so often, Malleus just wanting to be his Dada’s little helper.

Little Malleus needs praise for just about everything, even if it’s something he did without trouble or could’ve easily done when not regressed. If Dada didn’t tell him he did a good job going to sleep when he asked, Malleus will worry he did something wrong.

He doesn’t mean to be, and he doesn’t look like he would be, but Malleus is such a sensitive little baby and cries a lot. He doesn’t like crying infront of anybody though, and will go hide in his bed or the bathroom if he starts to cry. Lilia will always immediately follow him, or go into overprotective Dad mode when he finds him.

“Oh baby, why are you hiding?” Lilia asks with audible concern before sitting next to the crying Malleus. The dragon desperately tried to stay hidden behind his plushie, but Lilia gently set it to the side, and gently cups Malleus’ face in his hands. He kisses the top of his nose and wipes a few tears away. “Little one…Talk to Dada baby.” He spoke softly and calmly, whispering as to not frighten the little guy. Malleus takes a hold of Lilia’s hands on his face, before softly crying a little harder. He then holds his hands towards Lilia, the vampire letting him retreat into his shoulder. “Shh sh sh shhh…Dada’s right here my little prince.”

Malleus gets really shy about little outfits, usually settling on comfy pajamas. However, on rare occasions, the little one wears footed sleeper onsies, Lilia taking extra care to make a hole for his tail. He wears it most when he’s feeling extra sad/uncomfy or sicky. It’s usually saved for itty bitty baby headspace.

Lilia often jokes with little Malleus to be careful about burning his bangs like he did as a baby dragon. He teases him about a lot of stuff he did as a baby, but Malleus secretly adores it, as it makes him feel extra small still, his father figure treating him like he’s still the same little baby dragon.

(Trying to get all my WIPs finished and posted)

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the19thduckpotato · 4 years

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In the Shadow of a Smile (Pt 4)

Part 3

Toshi's thoughts rambled aimlessly again. Why did she have Izuku stay? Something to do with me? He grimaced. I really wish she wouldn't. I can take care of myself... Is that a fact, now? Listen.... Further thoughts were cut short as Izuku jogged up. Toshi's face split into a warm grin. "There you are!"

Izuku grinned back, falling into step beside Toshi (three short steps to each long one). "Hi!" He fumbled with the opening of the strawberry popcorn, munching on a few kernels. I wonder if he can have any... I know he can have sugar in small amounts, but... he does have his own kind of popcorn. Best not to offer n put him in the position of refusing, he'll sneak a few kernels of mine on his own if he wants some.

Toshi smiled down at his fan student son protege, amused by their comparative steps. He tried to shorten his own steps and looked about. "See any store you'd like to visit?" is it strange that I want to give him every good thing that he deserves? Am I allowed to do that? Well, i mean, I'm All Might, I can do whatever I like... not that I'd ever abuse that. He watched Izuku. It'd be blatant favoritism. But he deserves it. But that would paint an even bigger target than he already has on him. Which he definitely does not deserve. Toshi's steps slowed more as he let Izuku get ahead of him. I wish... And he squashed that thought immediately, startled that he even thought it.

Izuku looked around. "Aaahhh..." His eyes popped wide when he saw a certain storefront. "Ooh!! There!!" He bounced and pointed, though he quickly snatched his hand back as he remembered Pointing Was Rude.

Toshi's head snapped up and he squinted. What in the...?

Izuku turned and grinned up at Toshi excitedly. "Can we go there??"

The blond looked amused verging on jovial laughter. He almost teased Izuku about was there really a need for more plastic All Mights in the dorm? Just because you feel crummy is no reason to pick on the kid, even jokingly. He picked this store, now let's learn a little more about what makes Izuku happy. "Of course. I've been meaning to find myself a Chibi Aizawa eraser topper." He winked.

Izuku smothered a laugh. "He's underground, they don't make merch of him!" Wait what am I even gonna buy in here, they sell All Might merch, and I'm taking ALL MIGHT in here, that's so cheesy and weird! Can I just look at stuff? Will he think it's a waste of time if I do? Oh no, why did I pick this?? Because you were excited, that's why. Because he asked and you answered, now shut up and Deal With It. Hhhnnngg.... "Do... do you maybe wanna find somewhere else though, because I know it's probably weird and-- and maybe there's somewhere else you'd rather be and I'd 100% like to go with you n honestly I don't even know what I'd want to buy from here, I was just looking...." Izuku grinned and rambled sheepishly as they got closer to the store, both wanting to go in and very much not.

Toshi just casually steered his charge into the store without breaking his slowed stride. "Weird? I want to see what's selling. And who is." He wrinkled his nose. "I'm not overly fond of the whole marketing aspect of this job... but I get it." He picked up a plush grinning All Bean and half smiled. "Small mementos of the people you look up to. Reminders that mean different things to different people. If seeing my face plastered everywhere gave people hope, then so much the better." He didnt like the idea of some of his fans being denied that hope simply because they didnt have the money... but he also knew the heroing business was lucratively expensive. "--oop!" He pointed at a pile of gray scarves and grinned impishly. "Yessssssss."

Izuku gave a high-pitched laugh when he saw, then ducked and hoped no one heard him. He grinned back at Toshi and nodded. His gaze flitted around the store, landing on a Crimson Riot hoodie in a rack of clothes. "Oh! Kirishima would love that!" He pointed again.

Toshi picked up one of the scarves--it was much shorter than the real deal--and tossed it about his shoulders. He affected a regal pose. "What do you think?" he said, trying a droning Aizawa impression.

Izuku squeaked and hid his grin in his hands, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. He lifted his head, composure regained with a straight face.

"Blah blah, stop showing off, blah, I never get any sleep, blah, I have 20 cats and they're all named Mittens--"

Izuku's mouth twitched. He repeated the process. Shaking his head, he mumbled shyly, "Noooooo... we can't make fun of him...."

"I'm sorry," Toshi snorted, trying to look apologetic. "That was disrespectful." Jerk. Toshi's ears tinged red as he set the scarf back. "You know what I'm looking forward to?"

Izuku looked up curiously, surprised at how quickly Toshi put the scarf back and how sad he sounded at the end. "--Oh?"

"When shops like these are filled to the brim with green. Then I can be the big collector." If you even make it that-- "I'll be able to cite facts about my favorite hero, snatch up first editions, maybe get an autograph if I'm lucky." He smiled hopefully at his kid.

Izuku squeeeeaked, hiding his face in his hands one more time. He quickly flew to Toshi, hugging his arm tightly. Of course you can you can have so much more than that you can have me, right there, oh please let me still be there--

"Heck, I know just the people to talk to about--i mean, if that's the way you'd like to go. Merchandizing and all." Toshi shrugged shyly. "You're already making an impact now, just wait till you're well known. People will be demanding Deku merch, heh." He looked about the store, all the current heroes familiar and easy to spot. He blinked and saw different heroes now, the kids from UA. Not just Izuku, not just Class 1A, but all the students. He blinked again, eyes stinging. I want to see that.

"Whuh-wuh... uuuhhh... I mean." Izuku lifted his head from where it was hidden against Toshi's arm and blinked. "Yeah, I'd rather talk to your people than try to do it on my own, but..." You mean you want HIM to talk to them and you not say anything, like a shy little puppy.... ...Look, that's a long way off though.... He didn't contradict himself. "I mean, maybe let's cross that bridge when we come to it. I don't know if that's even legal yet, I don't even have my full license...." Can unlicensed heroes even have merch deals? I mean I'm not unlicensed but it's only provisional....

Toshi grinned knowingly. "I already know you're going to need merch. No rush, of course... but if you keep going at the rate you already are, well."

Izuku muffled a long wobbly squeak against Toshi’s side.

"And to think that lil old me got to be fortunate enough to be the Great Deku's first fan. Man," Toshi whistled. "Am I ever lucky!" And for what it was worth, he meant every word.

Izuku could tell, and the fact made his heart feel all weird and tied up all the sheepish brushing-off he wanted to do in long confusing ribbons mixed with thanks. "...But-- you made Deku, though... I'd be nothing without you." Well, not nothing... I'd still be a person. But I wouldn't be a pro without you. I'm still not there, yet, but I hope... one day....

Toshi gazed at him fondly. "Do you really still believe that? That passing you--" He paused, mindful they were in public, and gestured you know. "--the, ah, heroic torch would have been the same no matter who it was passed to?" "A Quirkless middle schooler? What are you thinking?! Such a boy could never serve as the Symbol of Peace!!" Toshi had coughed thickly but still proudly responded with, "He really has this burning desire to help people." And yet, Mirai had refused to listen, hanging up on his former partner. "...I picked you on purpose. And each passing week only reinforces my decision. Please do not doubt that. Deku exists because you exist, firstly. I just gave you a helping hand, that's all." He grinned and brushed one bang away.

Izuku smiled softly-- mostly with his eyes. He rested his forehead against Toshi's arm, trying to think of words that would both satisfy Toshi and yet still be true. "Not... exactly the same, no. But I think... the other children out there... have just as much... potential. As I do."

"They do." Toshi tousled Izuku's hair. "And would that I could help all of them the same way. But..." he held up one finger. "Power is a tricky thing. It has an effect on people and not always good. The most well intentioned person can still do terrible things. "So it isn't just a matter of being suitable. You earned my trust by not blabbing my secret. You inspired me to action when I believed I could do no more. You...well. You made me want to live again. Something that not even All Might could do. So who's the strong one now, eh? "Frankly, kid, I'll be honest--i don't think there's a whole lot of people like you out there. Don't sell yourself short."

Izuku gazed up at Toshi in wonder. He tried to think of something to say... his mouth twitched into a smile. "But I am short!"

Toshi just stared for a moment. S t a r e d.

Izuku slowly unsmiled himself. Not sad, but confused... "...Not funny?"

Then burst into a roar of laughter, helplessly trying to gasp, "well of course--heehee--next to me--"

The smile came back full force. Izuku burst into laughter too-- "Well YEAH, you're a GIANT!!" He looked up at Toshi with the brightest grin.

Toshi tried to regain his composure, looked at Izuku, used his hand to compare their heights, wheezed more laughter. "I'm onlyheeheehee seven fooahahaha oh no help--"

The laughter was incredibly contagious, Izuku hiccuping out noises that were a cross between a donkey and a chihuahua.

Toshi made a desperate noise at Izuku's noises, his laughter getting more out of control. Tears squirted out and he weakly grasped at his kid's shoulder. He was dimly aware others would be staring but the floodgates had opened and he could only ride the wave at this point. This marvelous wonderful wave.

Izuku's face was starting to hurt, but he was happy, SO happy. He tried his best to support Toshi but he, too, was a floppy noodle of hilarity.

Toshi fought to get himself back under control, his laughter finally tapering off into snickers, then slowing down to an occasional giggle. He took a deep breath and checked on his kid.

One last snort.

Toshi's eyes widened. Ohno. He clapped one hand over his mouth but his eyes still twinkled.

A tired giggle. Izuku enjoyed the feeling of being in the moment, still leaned against Toshi in a half-hug. He didn't dare look up, though, or he knew he'd start laughing again.

Toshi cleared his throat and casually thumbed the edges of his mouth. "Well now we have to get something," he grinned. "What's your pick?"

"Oh!" Izuku's gaze snuck toward the rack of jackets. "...Hmmm...."

Toshi's head followed his gaze. "Oh look, a denim jacket! Best Jeanist, you cad."

Izuku giggled, though he didn't quite get the joke. He stepped over to the rack, peeking through them and looking for-- well, maybe I can wear it... but what if Kacchan sees me? But... well, I can wear it in my room n stuff, at least. Or in places like this. As long as I hide it before I get back.... His fingers brushed over sleeves to check the texture and pushed gaps between the jackets to see if any were All Might-themed.

Toshi blinked and smiled, hands in his pockets. He waved at the few people who recognized him then returned to watching Izuku dig through jackets.

Most of the All Might merch seemed to have been snapped up already, but Izuku's face lit up when he saw-- "Ooh!"

"Hmm??" Toshi tilted his head and arched his neck. "What did you find?"

Izuku pulled a thick Silver Age-print hoodie off the rack, running his hand over the inside lined with a soft fluffy material. "This is great! Lookit!" He held it up and grinned, bouncing on his toes excitedly.

Toshi looked pleasantly surprised. "Well whaddya know!" He held out his arm for Izuku to drape it over.

Izuku placed it over his arm, still bouncing. "Can I try it on??"

"Heheheheh, sure, go on." He quietly made a mental note to get Izuku's size and dig into his limited edition wear later.

Izuku picked up the jacket again, taking it off the hanger (making sure to put the hanger back on the rack for now) and unzipping jacket, holding the ends of his sleeves and wiggling his arms in. It was a little big, but he could grow into it.

Toshi was definitely feeling the dad feels right about this time. His kid proudly showing off his jacket. The breath hitched in his throat for a moment. "Looks great on you," he managed with a delighted smile.

Izuku looked up, smiling brightly. He clapped his hands together in happiness, looking down at them with much interest when he felt how the parts of the sleeves covering his hands muffled the impact. After inspecting this sensation for a few seconds, he looked back up, asking with a shy grin, "So uh... can I, uh..." he ducked his head then brought it up again, "...can I have it?"

Toshi's eyes shone with joy. I finally get to spoil my kid! "I don't see why not! Anything else you might like?"

"--Oh!" Izuku's eyes and mouth went round. Surely that's too much!! I couldn't even think of anyth-- wait, yes I could! "Well-- actually... I was wondering if we could pick out some stuff for the others?" He thought of the Crimson Riot jacket, knowing Kirishima would love it, and wondered if he could find something of Kamui Woods' or even Snipe's for Shouji. "Not, like-- all twenty or anything... but maybe..." he bit his lip and stared into space, a plan formulating. "Maybe we could hunt for stuff, like, over a while... and save it until we have one for everybody? Would you like that?"

Toshi's entire face lit up at this suggestion. "That's a fantastic idea! And anything we can't find on our own, I'm sure I could dig up somewhere else." He shook his head in admiration. "You're one in a million, kid, you know that?"

Izuku tilted his head and gave a scrunchy, lopsided smile. "What, really?" For coming up with a gift idea? Everyone will be doing it come Christmas. A thought occurred. "Well, technically, I'm one in 7 billion...."

"Even better. And to think, you're my kid now." oh no wait, what did I just say oh no OH NO He stammered out a quick apology. "I-I mean...ah...err... what I mean to say, y-young Midoriya--" He could feel his ears burning.

Izuku went limp in shock, and his eyes grew wide as saucers, practically sparkling. His mouth started to wobble.

"Hey wait, nonono, what did we say about the waterworks?!" He frantically gestured at the boy, acutely aware of being watched now. "UH--"

Izuku shot forward, wrapping his arms around Toshi and squeezing tight.

Toshi stiffened in shock then relaxed his muscles, ruffling Izuku's hair. "Hey now..." I care about you I care about you a LOT and I know I'm terrible at speaking my true heart. I never told Master and lost my chance. I never told Mirai and lost my chance. I don’t want to lose my chance with you, I couldn’t bear it. "Kid..."

((Part 5))

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #in the shadow of a smile #itsoas part 4 #izuku #midoriya #deku #co-op rp #mander writes!#ducky writes!#toshinori #all might #dadmight #sunflower dad

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ashleyswrittenwords · 5 years

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How To Be A Queen [Part 6]

Note: The hurricane sucked, but I am back with another chapter and buried with homework :)

Summary: Princess Zelda is at a loss. Her handed royal responsibilities have begun to weigh heavily on her and she is eventually backed into a corner. Live a life she loathes or run away from everything she’s ever known? Navigating life is hard, and Link forces her to learn that she doesn’t have to do it alone.

Warning: None

Part 1

How To Be A Queen

"I'm a little perturbed," I said, shaking the dirt off my dark cloak. It had slipped off the bed during the night and the floors most definitely weren't the cleanliest surface in the establishment.

"Perturbed?" Link didn't bother to look up. He was sliding his newly sharpened sword in its sheath. Had he slept with it?

"Yes. A little thrown off I suppose," I yawned, it was so early! I was half awake. Link had brought me a tin cup of instant coffee with an apology on his lips when he woke me. It would have been touching if it wasn't at the crack of dawn. It felt like I had barely closed my eyes. "Why don't we have a horse?"

My feet were sore and I could feel some semblance of blisters forming in the boots I was lacing up. It was as if my feet remembered being sore and just picked up where they left off. I felt like an old woman. "While you were deep in contemplation," Link began answering, "General Nohansen told me not to take any of the horses."

"Why though?" We began walking towards the exit. Link nodded at the stable keepers on the way out and we were on our way. Back on a worn path to a place I still didn't know. Regardless, I was content with that.

"Because the horses at the castle were all pure bred and their breed just happens to be specific to the royal cavalry. It's not common that you see two peasant villagers wander about Hyrule on those."

"Are we peasant villagers now?" I asked smiling to myself.

"Would you rather be something else?"

"No, I just don't know what it's like," I said, spinning around the pan. Link was the bodyguard, the pack mule, and the tour guide. But, there was one thing he wasn't that I was – the Pan Handler. "I think if someone were to give me a pop quiz when we get to where ever we're off to, I would fail."

He only shrugged, "It's nothing special. If you want to know, we're on a great field trip to find out." Link pondered and I watched him find purchase on the back of his neck. "I suppose if you take out the fancy ceremonies and pretty clothes and the stuffy politicians, it wouldn't be far from the truth."

"No pretty clothes? A shame."

"Well, nothing extravagant as those gowns you wear. That's for sure. I like the simplicity of it."

I took the time to get a good look at him. He had changed this morning. Whether it was before I awoke or after, I wasn't paying attention. It seemed to be the same cotton shirt from two weeks ago when I ran into him. Oh, goddesses above, that was only two weeks ago? He was like a completely different man. The air around him was different. Not too different, he still had those relapsing moments where he would stiffen when I spoke a certain way. Not sure what that was about, but I wanted to think that he was loosening up around me. Perhaps I'm too trusting, but it felt perfectly comfortable to be around him. As if I was meant to be near Link.

I paused on that absurd thought. The sleeves of his shirt ended halfway, exposing his forearms. "Did you work on a farm?"

"Close, why?"

"We've only been out here for a few days and you're already looking tanner. In the winter months no less!"

"Ah," Link started, looking amused, "You did keep me up in that dark castle for a couple years. No wonder I looked like a sickly child."

I gawked, "Sickly child? I'll have you know-" I stopped myself. "Whatever. Tell me more about where you come from."

"It's not very interesting."

"I don't care," I said indignantly. He just laughed and began rattling off the things he remembered the most. I watched him as his eyes lit up as he spoke. "I had a horse too," he spoke, "A beautiful mare. I loved her to death. She was a work horse, but my sister and I treated her like the family pet. She was great, but once my mother got sick I had to sell her to get food on the table."

I opened my mouth to offer condolences, but he changed the subject before I could.

"The village we're going to has a hot spring."

Neither of us brought up the subject again.

The day dragged on and the temperature felt colder with each step. Link kept apologizing for not remembering to bring heavy coats despite knowing that we'd have no way to carry them. I wrapped my arms around me. The frozen mud had longed turned into plain frost. We were winding up a hill and towards what seemed to be a mountain pass. The sky was gray and I felt something hit my nose. It wasn't a rain drop, it was something lighter.

A wide grin grew on my lips.

"Link, look!"

Link seemed to blink a daze away and looked ahead. A small snowfall was currently under way and we were heading right towards it. "What?"

"It's snowing!" I squealed, speeding up my pace. I wanted nothing more than to make a snowman. Everything I hadn't done as a child was screaming in my thoughts. As I increased my speed the grass around my disappeared into a field of white. I looked in awe and tried to scoop a hand full into a ball. It was cold and it made my fingertips red and numb, but I didn't have the capacity to care. The snow kept falling apart, refusing to stick together.

"It's not the right type of snow for a snowball fight," he said behind me. I furrowed my eyebrows, "That doesn't make sense."

"It's too powdery right now, you have to wait for the snow to be more compact."

I frowned. What a tease.

"Come on," he held his hand out, "I promise you there's better snow farther into the mountains."

My heart surged as I grabbed his hand. His palm was rough and calloused, but hot compared to my numb finger tips. A welcomed feeling and I inwardly grieved when I let go. Without words I nodded, and we continued on.

It was so cold I was involuntarily shivering. Link had long given me his extra shirt and I could tell his one layer wasn't holding up well. Banners and symbols lined the mountain pass and it hit me where we were.

Kakariko Village.

I hugged myself and reflected on what I knew of this place. It was a humble village that was the center of the Sheikah culture and people. If it wasn't so cold I would smile. I had always loved the history of the Sheikah. One of the few people I trust deeply lives here. Speaking of her ladyship, I wondered if she went home for the holiday. If anyone could spot me in a crowd, it would be her.

The snow kept falling and it snuck up near my ankle. I could hear the sound of people singing and children laughing. Soon the pass led us to a wooden gateway and we walked through the entrance. I was eager to see people again. It seemed to be a party. A large fire was burning and music was playing. There were various tents for food and drink. Immediately my spirits were lifted.

"I wasn't really sure if this was a good first stop," Link started, almost breathless from the trek, "But I heard you rambling to Anju about the Sheikah…"

Goddesses that was forever ago. I never realized he actually listened.

"This is," I breathed, "Amazing, Link, thank you so much." We locked eyes for a moment. I'm sure I looked silly with the wide-toothed grin, but I was genuinely elated. I felt like a little kid all over again, learning from Lady Impa about her people and the ancient history they've managed to pass down. He didn't say anything and looked away. I cleared my throat and continued on the path, pushing away the thought that I said something wrong. I walked through the rows of houses, looking very unqueenly. I was sure my hair was matted and dirty. I doubt the cloak's hood would make a difference.

We walked through the throngs of people. It was a mix of tourists and native Sheikah, and for that I was grateful. A group of children danced around the bonfire under the supervision of their parents. Folklore was being passed along through song by a group of elders near the stream that ran through the village. A wave of comfort washed over me. Despite the ache of sleeping on the ground for several nights and the lack of showers, I basked in what was around me. I didn't hesitate to move towards the fire. The warmth was welcomed and a smile of satisfaction lit my cheeks. I desperately needed this.

I turned towards Link to my right to thank him again, but he wasn't there. I pulled my arms to my chest, he wasn't behind me either. Okay, Zelda, don't freak out. So, what if you're alone? I turned back to the bonfire and pushed my bangs away from my eyes. I'm fine! Perfect.

A small force hit my legs and bounced away.

"Ow-wuh," a small voice whined. I looked down at a little girl.

"Oh, Hylia above are you okay?" I knelt down. Link left and I've already hurt a child.

"Yeah," she sniffled and I took her little face in. She was young, no more than 10, with stark white locks and her cheeks and forehead pained in red traditional Sheikah symbols. They must have been to honor the goddesses for the holiday. I remember seeing others with the same markings. "What's wrong?"

"The boys are chasing me, lady," she said in a whining voice. My heart sung, she was adorable. "They're throwing snowballs at me."

"Snowballs?" My interest was piqued.

She nodded, "Yes, ma'am." I bit back a smile. I've never been called that before.

"What's your name?"

"Rivka."

"Well, Lady Rivka, if you would be so kind to train me in the art of snowball fighting I would be honored to defend you in this war," I touched my rigid right hand to my forehead with a determined look.

She gasped, "Really?"

I nodded and she grabbed my hand, beginning to haul me through the crowd to a snow bank. "Okay," she started, "We need canons, Miss Knight." Rivka held out a handful of snow in her little mitten cladded hands, "Just smush it." And she did just so. I gave it a go myself, picking up a handful and began sculpting it. This snow felt different then the last, far more compact. I grinned whimsically. I heard commotion in the crowd and little Rivka squealed, "They found us!"

Low and behold a posse of boys older than her emerged with snowballs of their own in their arsenal. "Is that them?" I asked hurriedly, adrenaline flowing from the childish game. She nodded enthusiastically and went to throw it. Her snowball didn't go very far and drew one of the boy's attention, who then alerted the rest. "There!"

I held out my snowball in a pitcher's stance and aimed for the tallest boy. It hit its mark and they paused. The shorter boys gasping. Rivka busted out in a fit of giggling. "Hey!" The assaulted boy shouted, "No fair! You have a grown up on your team!" Rivka grasped my hand and squeaked out a "Run!"

For what seemed like hours, there was a back and forth war between our team and there's. Rivka and I deemed them as evildoers, while she was princess of the kingdom and I her knight. With the addition of playing pretend, I was elated. I learned I wasn't very good at making snowballs but happened to be a decent snowball thrower. So, to remedy this, Rivka made our "canons" and I launched them. It was growing dark and her mother had found her. We talked for a short while and I told her I was passing through to see family. Then, they left, and I wandered back to the fire. Embers flicked up into the ever darkening sky as a man fed the flames with more firewood. The bonfire had lessened from when we arrived. People gathered around and music still played… and I felt happy.

I wonder what Father is doing right now?

"It's about to start," a woman's voice startled me. I looked down to see Rivka's mother who sat on the bench. I felt bad for not noticing earlier. I apologized lightly for my ignorance and she shook her head while patting the seat next to her, "It's nothing, dear."

"Is Rivka asleep?" I asked, noticing the lull between us.

"Yes, you've managed to exhaust her! I wanted to thank you for playing along. She's got an amazing mind, but those boys are relentless towards her."

I simply nodded and my gaze found its way to the fire.

"This is our fourth night of celebrating the midwinter," she said almost in a hush to me, I moved in to listen. "It's custom that we tell the tale of the Goddesses on each night to represent their positions on the Triforce."

"And what about the fourth night?" I inquired.

All she did was smile and an old man stepped in front of the fire. I noticed the many villagers and stray tourists that encircled. He let out a guttural noise, almost a chant but not quite. His audience quieted and it occurred to me that that was the purpose. He began speaking in a language removed from anything I had ever heard. Again, I heard Rivka's mother whisper, "He's speaking an ancient Hyrulian dialect, love. I'll try translating it for you."

And she did.

The old man told the story of not one, but them all. Din, the goddess of power, believed existence was futile without a land to rule over and so the land was created. Mountains grew from the universe, with treetops flourishing from those, valleys unraveled, and flowers bloomed. Nayru, the most wise goddess, could not fathom a world without order. And with one wish, justice and peace were made to tame the land. With these creations, only one goddess questioned their Plan. "Who was to cultivate your lands?" Farore questioned to her sister. "I," Din answered. "Pray tell," Farore asked another, "Who would be following your righteous justice?" "I, dear sister," Nayru replied. "Who would protect our domain? Though we are ever powerful, who will uphold it and give the Plan purpose?" Farore questioned for her last time.

Nayru and Din were speechless. Of course, they knew, there would always be forces to obstruct their Plan. Would they always be powerful enough to keep those forces at bay?

Farore held out her holy fist, wished a wish, and opened it.

With a flash the old man threw something into the flames, sparking a green color to manifest. I jumped back a bit and awed with the rest of the audience. He continued on. Shadows danced in the fire.

In the goddess's palm lay three infants. The first of their kind and most certainly not the last. "In our stead," Farore spoke to her sisters, "We will allow a diverse people to flourish. To protect, cultivate, and endure in our lands." Her sisters agreed and within these first children was the power of the Triforce, powers of the goddesses themselves. The Triforce, however, could be used equally as a tool of evil. "It is too powerful," Din feared, "Too powerful for our children. Temptation is a sin that even affects us. How will they be able to manage such a gift?" Nayru, being the wisest compromised. "We shall relinquish the overseeing to another. One more powerful than you, Din. One more courageous than Farore. And most importantly, one more wise than I."

With that, the goddess Hylia was called upon. Being the eldest of the sisters, she humbly accepted seeing as the Plan's fate was now in her hands. "With these children," Hylia had said, taking the infants into her motherly bosom, "The fate of all that is good hangs in the balance."

Some movement through the crowd caught my eye and I noticed it was Link. He was no longer in the lightweight clothes, but in a heavier coat with a sword still sitting on his hip. "Hey," he whispered, nonchalantly. He motioned for me to follow him. I bid goodbye and thank you to Rivka's mother before departing, not sparing several glances at the back of Link's head as I trailed behind. Why did he leave so abruptly? We scaled a flight of stairs of a large house. Once we reached the top and a decorated door slid open to reveal a tall woman with white hair tied back tightly. She marveled at me and I smiled, "Lady Impa!"

"Oh, child," she brought me into her arms before I could speak again. She sounded deeply relieved, contrasting her stoic and professional demeanor. She pushed me back to get a good look at my face, "Where have you been? It doesn't matter, Link told me enough. When is the last time you showered, girl? No matter. Come, come."

I was ushered through the doorway and into the warmth of the house. It was a large, muti-story building with winding halls and tall ceilings. I followed Impa, well, she was dragging me more than anything. We entered a bedroom. Mats littered the floor, so I took my boots off before walking inside. "Where in the world did you think you were going?" Impa said, busying herself by pulling out a cushion from a cabinet.

I fumbled for words, "When did you get back?"

"This morning," she laid it out and rummaged through a closet, "The courts were in a frenzy for two full days over your absence."

My heart sunk, "Oh."

"Oh, indeed," Impa looked pointedly at me. She wasn't old by any means, but her mind and soul seemed to transcend her physical age by decades. "Your father was livid."

My finger clasped together, "How… how is he?"

She sighed and finally found what she was looking for. A long sleeping gown of red and white. Despite its purpose, it was gorgeous. "The king thought the worst of course. I was in a meeting about your education the morning of your 'disappearance'. The head maid barged in completely irrational and started going on about kidnapping and attackers," she rolled her eyes dramatically, "The woman was mad. Absolutely mad."

Impa called a maid in and told her to take several things to the bathhouse. I hid my excitement. "Take this for our guest. Anyhow, he was worried. Full of concern. Sent out the guards to upturn every stone. Your uncle, of course, took his time to tell your father," she shook her head, disapproving as always towards him, "He waited until the court was together and discussing every option possible. One lord even argued to send troops to the desert, convinced you'd been captured by the Gerudo. Only then when your uncle was called in to talk about active servicemen did he tell your father about your ventures with a 'convoy'."

I couldn't help but laugh, stopping only when Impa gave me a look, "You never told me. Did you not think I would worry about you?"

I paused, ashamed. It hadn't crossed my mind. "No, I'm sorry. That was incredibly selfish of me." She took my right hand in hers, "I understand you not telling your father, but even if I try to talk you out of your young desires… please let me know." I nodded, feeling tears well and she stopped my apologizing. "No matter, Zelda. What happened is the past and we learn from our mistakes, yes? Now, have your adventures affected anything?"

She patted the topside of my hand and I shook my head, "I-I've been trying, but nothing as of yet." Impa looked critical before softening to resignation, "It's nothing you can force, child."

We parted as we left and walked further down the hall. "Most importantly," Impa turned her head slightly to address me once more, "Have you been having fun?"

An involuntary smile reached me, "So much. I'm over the moon."

"Good."

Walking outside into the garden shocked my body, but we ended up in another building with a glowing warmth far different than a fire.

"Here in Kakariko we have a hot spring that runs from underneath the mountains around us," we found a maid awaiting us. There were two separate doors. "Through the left door is the ladies' sitting room and then through another door is the springs. Usually both men and women bathe together-"

My face heated up and she smiled softly, "-but to our guests we understand that that's not the cultural norm so we did divide the springs." I must have been noticeably relieved. Impa left quickly to attend to other matters and I entered the first room, already feeling the heat of the steam.

It didn't feel as awkward as I thought to peel away the layers of clothes. It was welcomed. They were stained in places from mud and sleeping on the ground. On my bare legs I noticed several small bruises that magically manifested throughout our trek. I snuck towards the doorway and peered around the corner. Impa was right, a temporary screen divided the large natural pool just barely sinking in the water. I covered myself the best I could out of slight embarrassment and hobbled toward the edge. Stairs were built to lead visitors safely into the water. The water intense. Just barely hot enough to heed my rushing. I had to lower myself slowly into it until I was waist deep. A sigh left me and I thanked the goddesses for putting a hot spring so conveniently located. I sunk to my neck and closed my eyes in bliss. I felt down my arms and legs, feeling dried on mud and dirt slide away. I dunked my head underneath the surface for a moment, scratching at my scalp and letting my hair free itself of excess oils. Serenity was hearing the water move and flow from a spout sticking out of the wall. I wondered how much time it took to construct this place, but not for long. I heard a sliding door on the other side of the screen.

Oh dear.

Never had I felt so modest in my life.

Zelda, it's okay they don't even know your there. There's a screen for a reason, right?

I sunk to my chin.

There was a loud sound, a yelp, and something hit the water. Did he just fall into the spring? Panic rose in my chest. I am not going over there to save him. Not like this. Thankfully, I thought I heard him resurface and gasp for air. The water wasn't that deep anyway.

"Are you okay?" I said.

Hylia, why did I just expose myself?

I really must be my own worst enemy. I cringed.

"Um, yes," he sounded shaky, as if startled. "Zelda?"

Damn me to the deepest pits of the world. My face scrunched up and a let out a pained "Hello, Link."

"What are you doing here?"

"Bathing?" My answer sounded like another question.

"Oh, right. I'll leave you to it," I heard him move to the edge and a frustration hit me.

"No, you're not. Why should you?"

"Because-"

"There's a screen and you have every right to be here just like me." I'm having déjà vu.

"Okay," he replied simply, if not a little awkwardly. His voice reverberated off the walls. I should have just let the man leave. My stubbornness will be the death of me.

I gulped, "How are you?" At this moment, I had no other ideas on what to ask when bathing with an admittedly attractive person. It was enough to keep my head reeled in.

"I'm tired. And you?"

"Hungry," I blurted out.

Link laughed, "I am too."

There was a lull and I waded, hoping to feel cleaner soon so I could ditch this place to avoid dying of embarrassment. Although, there was something I was intensely curious about. I doubt there would be a better time to ask.

"Why did you leave me when we got here?" I wasn't insulted by it. At most, surprised. It was probably the last thing I expected and I hoped I didn't seem like a brat when I asked. There was a moment's silence and my question hung freely in the air so I went on, "I-I'm just asking because I'm curious I'm don't mean to… you know." My nervousness was tinged in my words.

"When we got here I noticed how cold you were so I went to find better coats."

"Oh."

So, he left without telling me? A sick feeling churned in my stomach. It occurred to me how much time he's spent with me. He'd been at my side at every point of the day for most of the week, he listened to every bad joke, and even had to risk his job because of my antics. That's not even taking into account two years of service standing by my bedroom every day and night. Of course, Link would want to get away from me for a couple moments. Doing what I could to clean my face, I scrubbed my cheeks with my palms and waded to the edge to get out.

"Are you leaving already?" He asked.

I swallowed and nodded, forgetting he couldn't see me, "Yes, I'm going to bed."

"I thought you were hungry."

I lifted myself out of the springs, not bothering to go the extra couple feet for the stairs. "I lost my appetite."

That was a lie. I could eat a horse.

My hand hesitated by the sliding door, he paused after starting to say something too quiet for me to make out. I thought he was going to question my sudden change in mood, but thankfully he only said, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," I responded, and stepped into the building to gather my belongings.

#loz #zelink #loz fanfiction #fanfiction #legend of zelda #link x zelda #zelda x link #ahhhhhh #fic #how to be a queen #htbaq

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stanathieluris · 6 years

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Let’s talk about crushes

summary: Bill and Eddie have a heart-to-heart outside of a karaoke bar and Bill can’t honestly belive how oblivious his best friend is

warnings: implied underage drinking (if u are from the us), characters are aged up (around 18/19)

so! i started writing this as some headcanons but it turned out like this so?? enjoy?? the ending is shit bc i suck at those, but i had fun writing this so, enjoy! also pls keep in mind that english is not my first language, so prolly some of the writing will seem wonky

What a night.

The more Eddie thought about it, the less he could believe it. The songs, the alcohol, all his friends singing, laughing.

He was sitting on the sidewalk just outside the bar. He had told the gang he needed some air, and while it was true, it wasn’t entirely his only reason. Looking up at the sky, trying to see the stars, he reminiscenced about what happened before. Because yeah, Richie, tipsy, singing ‘Don’t You Want Me’ to his face wasn’t something that happened every day.

He can’t get the mental image of Richie Tozier, the Trashmouth, looking into his eyes through his big ass, ridiculous glasses, like he was looking deep inside of him, searching for something. His face was so close that if Eddie had leaned in, their foreheads would’ve surely touched. Eddie wasn’t sure of what Richie wanted to accomplish with that little performance, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t shaken to the core. Hell, he was getting goosebumps only by thinking about it.

Richie Tozier. The disaster, foul-mouthed, ill-mannered, boy. The Trashmouth, the most hyperactive person Eddie had ever met, the one that had a talent of getting on his nerves. He couldn’t believe what he was about to say, but being in denial with himself was just stupid at this point. He had felt the atmosphere. He had felt Richie’s gaze. How the hell could a person give you butterflies by drunk-singing a fucking tacky 80’s song? He had no idea, but it was driving him nuts.

In that moment, Eddie Kaspbrak realized something that, honestly, it had always been so clear that he mentally punched himself on the face.

“I like Richie Tozier” he muttered.

And it felt good saying it out loud.

He actually felt better. Lighter even. Voicing the intrusive thoughts he had been having whenever he caught himself staring at Richie was kind of liberating.

“I like Richie Tozier” he repeated, this time louder, raising his head from his hands “I like Trashmouth”.

He giggled. He hadn’t felt this brave since he jumped from the highest spot of the quarry into the lake.

“I like Richie! Richie Tozier! Trashmouth!” he exclaimed between fits of laughter “I like him! I have a crush on him!” Eddie felt liberated, blabbering out loud to no one around him, speaking freely like he hadn’t in years “And I like his eyes, his hair, his jokes! His stupid-ass glasses, his hideous shirts! His dumbfuck smile! I would fucking kiss that smile!”

“Well, i-is guh-good to see y-you’re finally acc-accepting it”.

Eddie jumped, shrieking in surprise at the sound of Bill’s stutter, getting onto his feet almost defensively.

“What? Me? Accepting what?” he laughed nervously “What’s to accept, I’ve been just sitting here, in silence! What are you-!”

“Ed-Eddie I heard th-the whole th-thing” Bill said smiling at him from the bar’s entrance.

The small boy just stared at him from his awkward stance, looking like a deer in the headlights. They held each other’s gazes for what it felt hours, and when Eddie realized he wouldn’t be able to convince his friend that he misheard his blabbering, he groandes.

“C-come on, sit w-with me” Bill said, approaching him and sitting down on the sidewalk, the same spot Eddie was before. The other boy just sighed and droped himself next to his friend.

“So” he started “you heard me”.

“Yup” Bill nodded.

“All of it”.

“Yes”.

“About the glasses and the hair and the shirts” Eddie started flailing his arms around.

“Mhm”.

“Even the thing about his smile and the k-”.

“Ed-Eddie!” Bill stopped him, grabbing him by the wrists. “I h-heard all”.

“Jesus fuck” he whined “Jesus fuck! I’m pathetic and I’m so screwed”.

“Yuh-you’re not scru-screwd” Bill reassured him.

“But I am Bill!” Eddie just wanted the earth to swallong him whole “because-”.

“Eddie”.

“-you are going to tell Stan, which I understand, I wouldn’t get mad! You trust him with everything, but then Stan will tell Richie!”.

“Eddie” .

“Not willingly, because I know Stan can keep a secret but what if he gets drunk-”.

“Ed-Eddie!”.

“-or worse! When he, Bev and Richie get high and it just slips! I am in such deep shit! What th-!”.

“Kasp-brack!” Bill managesd to say “C-Calm down! I’m n-not gonna tuh-tell Stan!”.

Eddie closed his mouth, looking at Bill for a moment while the other boy gave him a half, endearing smile.

“You’re… you’re not?” he asked cautiously.

“Of c-course n-not!” he exclaimed “Muh-mainly because it’s yuh-your decis-cission to share it with us whenevuh-ver you’re ready, guh-got it?”.

Eddie smiled and nodded, relaxing all the tension he has unknowingly built in his shoulders.

“B-But also becuh-cause he already kn-knows” he smirked.

“WHAT?! How? When? WHO THE FUCK TOLD HIM?!” If Eddie though that he was getting anxious before, this was worse. He started patting his pockets and pulled out his inhaler, giving it a puff.

“Y-you did duh-dumbass” Bill laughed, ruffling his hair.

“The fuck you mean Denbrough” the other boy squeaked.

“Man, you tuh-truly are oblivi-vious”.

“What does that mean Bill!” Eddie exclaimed with a shrill tone.

“It muh-means that you are n-not as sneaky as you th-think” Bill said smiling fondly at him “D-Do you really thu-think we d-d-don’t see the duh-dumb smile you always g-get when you luh-look at Richie?”.

Bill laughed at the tiny noise that came from Eddie’s mouth.

“O-or how yuh-you are the o-o-o-only one that laughs at hu-his lame juh-jokes?”.

“Oh my god, I truly am pathetic” Eddie groaned.

“Nah, you’re nuh-not.” Bill chuckled “You j-j-just drive us a buh-bit nuts. Espuh-pecially Bev”.

Eddie managed to half-smile, still embarrassed about the whole situation. It wasn’t like he didn’t want Bill (or for what Bill has told him, all of the losers)to know. After all, they’re best friends, and always have been, through thick and thin. But he had never been 100% sure for his feelings towards Richie until a couple of minutes ago, when he blurted out loud the words “I like Richie Tozier”.

“So what now?” Eddie asked his friend. He truly hopes he didn’t look as nervous as he felt like.

“N-now we go inside. I’m fuh-fucking freezing” Bill replied, earning a laughter from Eddie “B-but about the Richie thu-thing, don’t wuh-worry, we would n-n-never tell him”.

“I know Bill, I know” Eddie’s voice was small, unsure. There was a pause, and the two boys just stayed sitting on the sidewalk, Bill shaking lightly from the cold, but didn’t push Eddie to get back inside.

“What if I wanted him to know?” suddenly the small boy muttered.

“Wuh-what?” Bill quirked an eyebrow at him, being unable to hide his smile.

“What if… I told him? Do you think he would freak out?” he asked again, this time a surer tone on his voice.

“Eddie…”

“Because if I say anything and he doesn’t like me back that could fuck up our group forever”

“Edd-”

“And you guys don’t deserve that! Just because I have a dumb crush!”

Dumb crush my ass Bill thought.

“Eddie!” he stopped him before his friend started rambling again “I’m saying thu-this because I luh-love you, b-but you t-t-t-t-trully are uh-oblivious”.

Bill had always know that the day Eddie Kaspbrak learned that Richie Tozier, the Richie Tozier, had a crush on him, he would flip. But in that moment he was taken aback, seeing his friend turn completely silent, realization hitting him. His face contorted into a dumbstruck expression, eyes growing wide and face turning red.

“A-and suh-seriously, lets guh-get inside, muh-my ass is fuh-freezing”.

#it (2017)#eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #reddie #richie x eddie #eddie x richie #bill denborough #reddie it #bill it #richie it #modern au #dumb crushes #it (2017) fanfiction #mine

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satoruvt · 6 years

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what was found - part three

this is so long but !!! full of plot so please bear with me

word count → 1548

pairing → bill x reader

summary → pillows aren’t quite the best weapon to use against a demonic clown, you realize.

You’re not quite sure that it’s actually IT when you first lay eyes on it. You’re thinking, hey, maybe it’s just my mind playing tricks on me, but when you blink and rub your eyes and it doesn’t go away, you’re not so sure.

IT smiles, and you know it’s real.

“Oh, no,” you whisper to yourself, voice barely audible. You think about calling Bill, but the phone’s all the way downstairs and the clown is in the doorway, and besides, what would two teenagers do against something like this?

You slowly sit up in your bed, trying not to move barely at all, because God knows what could happen. Reaching for the lamp on your bedside table, you blindly feel through the dark, not taking your eyes off of the thing in the corner of the room. You’re not finding the switch, so with shaky hands you pause, then quickly look at the lamp for the switch.

It doesn’t take long, - you thought it’d take longer, given that your heart is beating ten times faster than usual and all you can think about is that damn clown, but you guess adrenaline is a magical chemical - maybe under two seconds, but by the time you turn back to the doorway, which is now illuminated, IT is gone. That fact would make anyone relieved, but you’re just even more panicked, because you don’t know where it is.

“Holy shit,” you mutter, and just barely relax, the slightest bit. You don’t turn the light off just yet.

A few moments pass and then you decide that it’s gone - for now, at least - and you move to turn off the light.

“Come float, Y/N. Your ‘friends’ don’t need you. You ruined everything. Come join us, we all float.” You hear, and the uneasiness in your chest turns to pure fear because the lights shut off and IT is right there.

A scream bubbles up your throat and leaves your lips, high pitched and simply terrified. You’re backing up against the wall and your first instinct is to fight back, so you grab a pillow and chuck it at the clown. The pillow, of course, does nothing, but you keep throwing more.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck, oh god, shit, shit -” you’re screaming, and the clown is grinning, grinning and you’re close to crying because what the hell is that?

“What the fuck, what the fuck -”

“Your friends don’t need you. You moved here and ruined every little thing for them. Ruined it all.”

All the pillows on your bed are gone now, laying at the feet of the clown. You feel a shiver go down your spine at the fact that this could be it, the end. But then you notice the unblocked doorway and don’t spend a second hesitating, simply running out the door, screaming at the top of your lungs. You’re skipping, almost falling down the stairs in strawberry-patterned socks and worn out pajamas and you don’t dare look back.

You don’t hear anything behind you, all you can hear is your heartbeat and your feet slapping against the pavement when you get outside. The door slams shut behind you and you jump, eyes watering, but you don’t stop. “Shit, shit, shit,” you murmur to yourself, then decide the best place to go would be Bill’s.

Knocking as civilly as possible (which isn’t civil at all) on Bill’s door, you don’t take your eyes off of your porch. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, and your feet are tapping nervously. Please don’t come out, you think, please don’t.

(“Your friends don’t like you,” the voice echoes in your head. “You ruined it all.”)

Bill opens the door and furrows his brows upon seeing you - you’re still in your pajamas and look awfully disheveled as well as frightened. He starts with a “Wuh-wuh-what are you d-” but you push past him into the doorway, looking back at him with wide and crazy eyes.

“I need to talk to you. Now.” You tell him, and he seems to get the message because he shuts his door and nods. He starts walking up the stairs and you follow as he leads you to his room. You notice his parents are watching the television in the living room, but they don’t seem to be paying attention - they look like they’re staring at static.

“Wuh-what’s wrong?” Bill asks you, shutting his door quietly. You lick your lips.

“I… I saw something. And I won’t blame you if you don’t believe me, but you need to try, okay?”

“Oh-oh-okay.”

So you sit on Bill’s bedroom floor, recounting what happened - from the very first time you saw that red balloon in the sky all the way up until now. Bill looks conflicted but then seems to dismiss what you’re saying. You feel yourself deflate.

“Bill, I… I know you don’t believe me. But I-I can’t go back there alone. Even if it’s not real, I’m still… God, Bill, I’m still so scared.” You tell him, eyes pleading that he’ll at least walk you the thirty feet to your house.

“Okay,” he says, holding out his hand. You take it and he helps you up, but doesn’t let go. You two walk out of his house, you trailing behind him just by a few inches. He hasn’t let go of your hand and you can’t help but look at him with awe and maybe a little adoration, as well, because he’s being so brave when you can’t be.

When you’re inside your own home, the two of you stand at the end of the stairs. “It was upstairs,” you tell Bill, and he nods. You venture upstairs with him, holding his hand a little tighter each time you go up another step.

IT’s not there when you look into your room, but your mess of pillows on the floor are. You sigh and look at Bill, beginning to ramble.

“I swear to God, Bill, it was here - I-I know it -” You tell him, but Bill just nods, and you don’t know why you feel so hurt by the notion.

He turns around to leave with a “n-n-night, Y/N,” but you stop him.

“Thanks for walking me home, Denbrough,” you say quietly, and Bill grins.

“S-S-Sure thing, L-L/N.”

Bill leaves and you sigh once again, clambering back into your bed. You don’t think much of it, or at least not as much as you should, but as you drift off to sleep, you see, in the crack of your closet, a red balloon floating.

Beverly calls all of you the next day, saying she needed to show you something. Richie makes a crude joke when you arrive - “I need to show you something,” Beverly had said. “More than we saw at the quarry?” Richie had replied. Stan told him to shut up - and stays behind in case her father comes home. The rest of you follow Bev up to her apartment.

Your heart’s beating a bit quicker - could she have seen the clown? A floating red balloon like you?

It isn’t either of those, but it is red. Blood lines every single nook and cranny in her bathroom, smelling of iron and creating a fearful glow on everyone’s faces.

“Oh God,” you hear Eddie say, and cover your mouth with your hand.

“My father couldn’t see it. I thought I was going crazy.” Beverly says.

“If you’re crazy, then we’re all crazy.”

“We can’t leave it like this.” Bill says, then takes a tentative step into the bathroom.

Almost the entire rest of the afternoon is spent cleaning Beverly’s bathroom, ridding it of the iron smell and sticky red glow. You’re taking bags of bloodied rags and towels out of the bathroom with Ben, and when you look behind you Bill and Beverly are laughing and talking, shuffling just a little closer to each other. Your heart hurts, just a bit.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn to see Ben, who offers you a comforting smile. “I know what you’re going through,” the smile says, and you smile back.

Richie’s riding around all of you on his bike, ranting about God knows what. Everyone’s telling him to shut up (“Oh, I get it, trash the trashmouth,” he says), and you stop in your tracks. Bill notices and stops as well, which causes everyone else to freeze. You look at Bill and he nods, knowing what you’re about to say.

“I, um, I saw something, too. Not blood. A clown. I saw a clown.” You tell everyone, and suddenly recognition falls over all of their eyes.

“The clown,” Eddie whispers, and you notice his hands are shaking.

There’s silence for a few moments - all of you are trying to let this sink in. The clown, the missing kids, the blood… you’ve all seen it. You all know.

“Shit, isn’t that Belch Huggins’ car?” Eddie says, looking in the direction of a blue car. It surely is Belch’s car, and wherever the car is the Bowers’ Gang is close as well. “And the homeschooled kid’s bike, too.”

“Mike,” you say, remembering the boy from the library. You drop your bike and start running, and hear everyone else’s bikes and footsteps follow yours.

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Stupid Nerves (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Anonymous Request: IT IMAGINE WITH RICHIE TOZIER HAVING A CRUSH ON OLDER READER WHO IS BILLS SISTER. cute pick up lines and a nervous richie. thanks love

Author Note: Sorry these come out so later I just want them to be the best (And I have to write them on a typewriter first cause I can never write at the computer), but If you guys want I can post little Drabbles I think of or ones you guys request just to give you something every day. Anyways I hope you like it Anonymous!

(Y/n) Denbrough was infatuated... With who? It might be shocking to some, but (Y/n) was practically head over heels for Richie Tozier. It was odd to say the least, but thankfully Bill was oddly chill with it. (”A-As long as y-y-your happy.”) Richie easily cheered her up when things seemed grey and not to mention she admired the fact that she was envious that he refused to take crap from anyone.

Richie, of course, felt the same for her. (Though they’re both quite oblivious about this fact.) However, there was one thing he didn’t like about his situation. Richie, the boy who was famous for never shutting up, could hardly speak around her. His brain seemed to stutter and whirl faster then his mouth could move leaving him an anxious mess. He had no idea on what to do about it. In fact, Richie thought about just ignoring her until Bill gave him advice one day.

“Wuh-Why don’t you just u-use so-some pick up lines,” He stated one day at lunch. (After hearing Richie rant about how nervous he got around the oldest Denbrough.)

“Are you kidding me Bill? I doubt your sister would like that,” Richie grumbled. That was what he used to do all the time. Surely that would just anger her. He huffed slightly and sat down at the table setting his tray down on the table.

Bill was very tempted to say,’She would enjoy any compliment or flirting from you.’ But he kept that thought to himself. Instead he replied, “Richie I-I would thu-think I know w-w-what my sister enj-joys.”

Richie sighed and nervously poked at his food with his fork. “Right. Sorry Bill. I just really like (Y/n) and it was awkward enough telling you...” He grumbled quietly which surprised Bill.

Eddie plopped down beside Richie seeming confused. “What was awkward?” He asked curiously. Of course Eddie knew about Richie’s crush and he was quite certain that was what Richie was speaking about. However before he could ask that he was beat to it.

“That he likes Bill’s sister,” Stanley stated sitting down beside Bill.

Richie huffed slightly as his face began to turn red. “Do we really have to talk about this more?” He complained glancing at the others.

“Actually you brought it up,” Eddie commented as he stabbed at the horrid lunch food. He scrunched his nose and shoved the food away.

“Oh fuck you Eddie,” Richie grumbled under his breath.

(Y/n) opened her locker letting out a sigh of relief as she dumped her textbooks in it. She let out a slight huff though noticing how some of her papers had fallen out of the books and onto the floor of her locker. ‘Oh well’ She thought as she closed her locker. She turned to leave, she had plans with Beverly after school, only to be greeted by Richie. “Oh, hi Richie! I’m sorry I didn’t see you before,” She laughed nervously before continuing, “What’s up?”

Richie gulped slightly as (Y/n) smiled at him. His heart practically pounding against his ribs considering how nervous he was. He glanced behind (Y/n) for a moment relaxing slightly when he saw the group at the end of the hallway. The all ushered him to speak as he let out a sigh. His gaze returned to (Y/n) as he smiled nervously. “(Y/n) you know what you’d look good in?”

(Y/n) tilted her head which caused strands of her hair to fall in her face. Obviously Richie was up to something.... However she had no idea what he was doing. “No... What would I look good in?” she asked cautiously.

“My arms.” almost instantly there was a tension in the air as (Y/n)’s whole face heated up. Her eyes wide in surprise at the pick up line Richie just used... He never did that before... so did he?

“Richie did you-”

“Bye!” Richie squeaked out managing to cut (Y/n) off. He quickly vanished down the hallway his face beet red as he caught up with the others.

“H-h-hey (Y/n) I br-brought the others over i-is t-t-tha-that okay?” Bill asked as he stepped into the house. The oldest Denbrough was left in charge by their parents because they were off at the movies.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and replied, “Bill you don’t have to ask. They’re my friends too.” Bill only grinned and opened the door letting the other three inside. (Y/n) turned towards them smiling slightly when she noticed Richie. “Hey you guys.”

“Hey (Y/n) sorry if we just invited ourselves,” Stan called out already making his way upstairs towards Bill’s room. She chuckled slightly as Eddie vanished after Stan yelling something about inviting yourself.

“I s-s-should make sure thu-they don’t break any-nything.” bill vanished up the stairs just leaving (Y/n) with Richie.

She turned towards Richie raising an eyebrow when she realized Richie hadn’t spoken a word yet. ‘Richie are you-.” (Y/n) stopped mid-sentence. Her nose scrunched up and her eyes water slightly. (Richie thought she was either sick or about to cry.) She let out a sneeze, but managed to cover her mouth with her arm. She pulled her arm away and sniffled slightly.

Richie blushed slightly as he nervously said, “I would say God bless you, but it looks like he already did.” (Y/n)’s face grew red and she tried to form words to say to Richie, but he assumed she was trying to let him down easy. “L-look I’m sorry! I uh crap I should of kept my mouth close. God I’m so stupid look can we-”

Richie had started rambling and your eyes widened hearing his words. “Richie,” (Y/n) snapped effectively shutting the boy up. His whole body tensed and he seemed to stare up at her pitifully. (Y/n) nervously ran a hand through her hair as her cheeks slowly became red. “Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist right?”

Richie’s face was still a bright red, but a grin spread across his face hearing (Y/n)’s cheesy pick up line. “(Y/n) I hate to the bearer of bad news, but I think your wrong,” He stated making her chuckle slightly. Richie nervously took her hand as She leaned down slightly. (She was only an inch taller then him at the moment.) Richie hesitantly pressed his lips to her and she happily kissed back. However it only lasted a second before being interrupted.

“You a-assholes do-don’t do that here,” Bill scolded making (Y/n) laugh once she pulled away. She smiled at Richie and Richie found himself smiling back. Bill however was already slightly regretting being so chill about the situation.

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