#I BET NONE OF U THOUGHT I HAD SHIT DONE ON THE BASEBALL!AU

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❝ wips tag ❞

i was tagged by the gorgeous honey petals @jungnoir n @yeolology so thnk u ladies all ur ideas are so extravagant n alluring so allow me 2 be the wet blanket!!!

rn im focusing more on two pieces rather than the others ive been planning so there aint much but ya know, enough 2 get the ball rolling.

01 : baseball!mingyu / friends to lovers / romance / angst / nsfw shit

Mingyu twirled the bat around before the stump of it dug into the cinnamon dirt. His lips pursed for a moment whilst he thought, every little chirp from crickets hidden swift in the brush echoing in place of your conversation. Finally, the baseball bat budged, the wooden material resting on his shoulder as he concurred with your musing. He supposed he would go along with your entreating now, especially since he had heavy news he kept pondering on whether not he should share just yet.

A shallow smile bloomed up your lips, disappearing in the same brevity it arrived in. You were prepared to walk off to the side and sit underneath the silver moonlight as Mingyu gave his arm a hefty exercise, your ears practically perking like a feline’s when he beckoned for you.

“C’mere,” he murmured, dragging his deep ginger eyes along you blatantly, “I wanna see if you remember the pitch I taught you.” Well, maybe he would have some fun first. You fidgeted at his request, the breath inhabiting your lungs being purloined alongside a single twinkle of the stars. Your cheeks were encompassed in limerence, the memories you coddled of your previous pitch ending up with your frame hoisted over the sturdy boy’s shoulder, his palm grooving up the underside of your thigh and squeezing the flesh almost domineeringly. Then you had refused to even attempt it, though later on, with enough coaxing and honey-smooth sweet talk, he had you back on the pitcher’s mound.

“You’re supposed to be practicing, not me.” You admonished gently.

Mingyu kicked his sneaker into the dirt, the dusty cloud dissipating just as quickly as your confidence. “Just once. I’ll help you if you don’t remember how.”

02 : prince!jun / fluff / angst / possible spice / my tears

( a little heads up 7 up, this is a portion from prince!jun’s childhood !! )

Junhui couldn’t comprehend why her tone sounded so taunt, why her eyes were hardened blackberries chewing into his flesh. Pressing his lips together in agreement, he apologized for putting up a fuss and gazed down the long, marble corridor where the wash ways were held. The maid fluffed out her feather duster, relief evident on her wrinkled features. He started his bath, slowly treading his hand through the warm water, watching the dirt caked overtop his skin soak away.

He didn’t understand what all these differences were, why you couldn’t stay as long to play as the other girls. They were all about feeding him tea in porcelain cups and cutting him these ham sandwiches with their silver knives. Together they’d sit by the water fountain, eating and drinking, every girl’s satin dress that flowed like river water glittering under the sun. The spoke about which jewels they were decorating their curtains with, what tea tasting they were accompanying their parents with.

Junhui listened, though none of it sounded interesting.

“Can we play hide and seek tag?” He had asked one time to a girl named Violet, after patiently listening to her describe all the colours in her opal ring.

“We’re not allowed to run inside.” She replied.

“No, no. Like, outside.”

Immediately her voice cracked with revolt. “In the dirt? That sounds awful. If I get anything on this pretty dress I won’t be able to go to the tea house!”

“I don’t get it. [Y/N]’s pretty- I mean she wears pretty dresses and she plays hide and seek tag.”

Violet pursed her lips. “Who’s [Y/N]?”

Whoops. (tfw u dont know how 2 close the scene so u cop in with the classic “whoops” aka ill figure it out 3 mins before i post it.)

03 : love cafe!wonwoo / requested / angst / nsfw / slow burn romance?

Yet you could never stop your daydreaming, or how often you curled up in bed wondering what it would feel like to have his fingers combing absentmindedly at your scalp, those rose stained lips of his leaving lightweight kisses upon your forehead until the rattling of the ice machine drowned away.

It made your heart feel heavy, and not with butterflies, but with this depressing darkness that splashed like tar to the floor of your chest. No matter what, you would piously stumble back to that high school lunch in the art room; feel the sting that encompassed his words lacerate your confidence. There has to be a way to get close to him, you’d sigh inside your head, but maybe he really does hate me and I should keep my respectful distance. You were never certain of what that single “no” meant all those years ago. By analyzing his body language toward you, you figured it would ring with some nuance of significance. He was rather blunt and candor with a plethora of people, yet something told you it became most apparent when he had to interact with the girl who burst into his eleventh grade art room.

“[Y/N], are you noting the key points and terminology of this transcript?” Your professor peered over the thick frames of his glasses, caterpillar brows scrunched together into the most condescending wrinkle. Swallowing the dry patch that inhabited your throat, you nodded and began pretending to jot down whatever key factors he was slurring his words about. Sparing a quick glance upward, you gazed sharply around the room to see if anyone was eyeing you in derision. The last row you swept past belonged to Wonwoo, your heart jolting with an electric charge at catching his calmly flitted eyes tracing you up and down from over his shoulder. Then, it was quite possible he may have smirked at you, his lips that were brighter than bubblegum curling in such transient movement that a single blink erased the whole image. He was turned back to his notebook, printing neatly and succinctly.

Too much coffee this morning, you admonished inside your head, you don’t smirk at people you hate.

so yeah tht’s what im most occupied with. anywho, u can just scan it u dont gotta read all tht word vomit dw it’s cool w/ me. im going so slow with the writing process wefnwihef pls pray 4 me.

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[derryhawkins]

Growing Fame (4/??)

summary: A modern AU where the losers are semi-famous for different things, and when they all run into each other at a certain event, all of their fans go bat-shit crazy – wanting the seven to spend more time together. What they didn’t expect even more than that, though, was a well-known and mean journalist to write bad reviews on them all. Their growing fame could soon shrink, they quickly realized. warnings: swearing pairings: benverly; bichie; steddie; mike/oc a/n: I feel like this is short, sorry, but hope you enjoy anyway!

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 coming soon

The Three Way Skype Call

“I’m a f-f-f-uh-fucking good big br-bruh-brother!”

Bill was furious, to put it simply. Not only was it notable in his re-appearing stutter, but as well as his body language and facial expression. Rightfully, so too. He was a good older brother to Georgie but the article pegged him as a young, irresponsible adult who drinks with his baby brother around. The other’s were pissed, too. They hated the fact that some well known journalist wrote false information about their little day at comic con.

“Of course you are, Big Bill, you’re the best! And what’s up with this guy’s name anyway?” Richie asked, frowning as he glared down at the phone he was holding in his hand. He moved closer to the computer where the group was doing a three way Skype call - him and Bev; Bill, Eddie, and Stan; Mike and Ben. It was easier than traveling to meet somewhere. “Penny Wise... More like Penis Wise you fucking dick. What is Penny short for anyway? I bet it’s Penis, I bet his parents named him penis because they didn’t have the heart to name him Dick. Guess it’s a good because then we’d-.”

“Beep beep, Richie,” Beverly and Bill talked in unison.

Richie shut his mouth abruptly and looked to the side at his roommate and then at the screen where he saw Bill. He set his phone down after exiting out of the article he pulled up to look at one last time and adjusted the glasses on his face. Usually he wore contacts, but he was being lazy for the day and he thankfully had no where too important to be until later tonight -- band practice. He leaned back in his chair and puffed out his cheeks while Eddie started talking.

“This is all bullshit,” Eddie repeated the phrase that has been said multiple times by each of them. “We haven’t done anything, why target us?”

Richie opened his mouth and once again started talking, leg bouncing and eyes roaming around. “Maybe he wants to kill us, I don’t know, he seems hateful enough to commit a murder or two. He’s fucking a joke -- a clown -- I bet he eats kids-.”

“Richie,” Bill stopped him once again, tone more stern. Beverly simply rested a hand on his knee to try and keep him from bouncing his leg so much; it didn’t work too well. The others quickly started talking again, but Richie’s phone dinging made him lean forward and read the message; Beverly did the same, just to be nosey.

from Big Bill: are you taking your ADHD meds still?

Beverly snatched the phone out of his hand before Richie could reply himself, and typed a message before sending it. Richie glared at her, but she just shrugged and stood up. She walked out of the room and the tall male watched for a second before looking at what she had sent.

to Big Bill: Ran out, not enough money to continue the prescription.

He rolled his eyes; of course she wasn’t going to let him lie about it. He ran out just after comic con weekend had ended, and because of the fact that the medicine is pretty expensive and that his parents stopped paying for it, he doesn’t exactly have enough money. Sure, he’s becoming and more famous, but Richie doesn’t have the right amount money for a constant pay of medicine every month of every year just yet. That might change soon, but not now. He might be taking Beverly’s offer for some money if the ADHD gets too bad.

from Big Bill: fuck, man, need some money?

to Big Bill: don’t worry about it to Big Bill: I’ll get them sometime soon

Richie locked his phone then and put it face down on the table. He looked at the part of the screen Bill was on and shrugged as he stared him down. Right then, Beverly came back and sat down again. This time with a Rubix Cube. She handed it to Richie, who gladly took it and started shifting it around in no specific order as he listened to the conversation.

“We need to speak out, or do something about this before it becomes too much to handle,” Mike said.

“We’re irresponsible college students in their eyes,” Stan said, “Getting them to listen will be like trying to get a shark to be friendly to it’s food.”

“Yeah, I doubt they’ll talk to the girl who sleeps around,” Beverly bitterly said.

“You’re not a slut,” Ben said, voice quiet but still able to be heard.

Richie side eyed Beverly with a small smirk as her cheeks tinged pink while she replied, “Thanks, Ben...” The young man smiled proudly and the redhead gave a smile back. Richie smirked to himself, knowing he was going to poke and prod Beverly about the tiny interaction later.

“I wanna say just wade it all out,” Eddie said, “but that could make things worse if none of us say anything.”

“Things could get worse if we do say anything, Eds.” Richie slouched in the chair and focused his eyes on the Rubix Cube in his hands. But still, that smirk played on his lips.

“That’s not my name.”

He shrugged. “Whatever, Eds.”

Richie looked up just in time to see Eddie make a face at the nickname. He chuckled and looked over at Bill, who sat two seats away from the short male with Stan in between them both. He wanted to keep his eyes on the two shorter boys to try and figure out why they were sitting so much closer together, but Richie’s eyes kept drifting over to his best friend. There wasn’t anything special about him, though. Bill’s hair was just a bit tussled from running his hands through it, stressed over the article, and he currently had a resting pissed off expression because of the situation at hand. The slightly taller male had on the regular clothes he wore. A baseball tee with jeans.

The curly, dark headed male made himself look away and frowned at himself as he tried to focus back on what everyone was saying. Richie, though, kept glancing to where Bill was on his computer screen. Fuck, it’s junior year all over again, he thought. Dammit. Richie flinched as Beverly’s hand whacked him on the shoulder. He snapped his head in her direction and gave her a glare until she handed him her phone. The notes app was opened; she had typed something down.

-istg if you don’t stop staring at him,,..

Richie rolled his eyes and typed something back before handing it back.

-I wasn’t staring, Bev, not like that

Beverly let out a soft scoff, clearly not taking the lie.

-uUUM you sit on a thrown of lies

-don’t fucking use Elf quotes on me

-admit you like Bill and I’ll stop

-go on a date with Ben and we’ll see about that

-l o l  f u c k  y o u

“What are you two keeping from us?” Mike asked suddenly. He was genuinely curious, but also seemed like he was hoping it was embarrassing so he could tease them.

It was then both friends realized the talking had stopped and the other five had been watching them pass the phone around a few times. The redhead girl and raven head boy glanced at one another. Beverly knew not to say anything, and so did Richie -- obviously, he didn’t need Bill knowing he was staring at him. Eventually, Richie answered.

“Just talking about great your mom was last night!” He grinned cheekily and started laughing once again as Beverly slapped him on the shoulder, groans of annoyance coming from the other boys.

“I th-thought you would grow out those jokes by now, Rich,” Bill complained.

“Big Bill, you know you shouldn’t expect so much of me!”

“God, I hate you,” he mumbled with a small laugh.

“Nah, you love me!” Richie leaned forward and rested his chin in the palm of his hand as his cheeky grin grew.

“I’m starting to think I don’t, actually.” Bill teased. His own cheeky smile formed and Riche feigned a hurt gasp. He sat up straight and clutched his heart, the others either laughing or smiling in amusement.

“You wound me, Big Bill.”

“Are you two done flirting?” Stan asked before Bill could say anything in reply. “We need to get this article thing under control.”

Richie and Bill both instantly went wide eyed, cheeks tainted pink and stiff postures. Bill slowlyIt  crossed his arms over his chest and looked around the room he was in, avoiding Eddie looking at him from around Stan and any of the others staring at him through Skype. Richie licked his lips and sat back normally as he picked up the Rubix cube that he had set down. He quickly started playing with it again. But not before glancing once again at Bill. He didn’t seem so tense or pissed anymore. 

Good, Richie thought, my little plan worked.

“This guy just had to be popular, huh?” Mike grumbled, stealing a chip from Ben’s plate of food. Ben instantly slapped Mike’s hand but the action did nothing; the taller male shrugged and tossed the chip in his mouth. “My notifications are blowing up more than usual!” He scrolled through his twitter notifs, frowning at the swarm of mentions about him and the others.

“Maybe we could do some digging and find some shit on the journalist,” Ben suggested. He scooted his plate of food father away from his best friend as his hand reached to grab another chip.

The Skype call had ended thirty minutes ago, all of them having thrown ideas on what to do for a solid hour before making up a plan for them all to meet up at Bill’s place since it was the biggest apartment. They would make a video together explaining everything, apologize for any ruckus they may have caused during the weekend, and then post it up on YouTube. It was a good idea. Whether it cause more drama was unknown to them.

“We don’t need to lower to Penis Wise’s antics,” Mike muttered with a roll of his eyes, gladly using the nickname Richie had come up with earlier.

Ben slouched but nodded, scrolling through the hellsite of tumblr dot com.  “You’re right, but, I don’t know -- I can’t let this go easily.”

“Because Beverly go called a slut?”

“Wha- No, that’s- Mike do not look at me like that!”

“You wrote a poem about her hair and put it on your Tumblr account.”

“I- fuck off,” he grumbled and slouched behind the computer screen, not bothering to try and lie. “Go flirt with that girl you met online.”

“Gladly.”

The two sat like that in Mike’s kitchen for a while longer. Mike on Twitter and muttering about how he hated the influx of notifications while stealing food off of Ben’s plate, getting a slap on the hand every time. Ben on his computer, going through Tumblr and giving the occasional laugh at a meme while trying to keep his food away from Mike and researching how Penis Wise actually got popular in the first place. Once in a while, Mike would blatantly tease Ben about his quickly growing crush on a certain redhead girl, which Ben retaliated with how Mike was crushing on a girl in Australia.

TEXT BETWEEN EDDIE AND BEV:

ok does Richie like Bill or what

do you like Stan or what

oh suddenly my mom is calling, gotta blast!!

heyheyhey kiss him! what could go wrong??

who said I wanted to kiss him? but seriously I do have to call my mom so I’ll text you later

fine fine ok [unsent] you boys and denying your feelings, istg first Richie now you

AUTHOR’S NOTE: ok I was gonna do some Steddie at the end but honest to god this is all I could write for this part so have Eddie denying his feelings for Stan to Bev over text instead. I’ll be sure to add Steddie next chapter! 

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