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What if...? Duskwood Chapter 43

Chapter 42 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*Macie POV*

I try to focus on Jake's heartbeat to relax. What had happened had made me too nervous. It was the second time that he went after my friend. The second time he went for Jessy...

And after that, there was Dan. Confessing to me that it was he who had reported Phil to the police. I haven't told Jake about it because I think it's something for Dan to fix, not us. This is something he must face himself. The worst thing that hit me was that he doubted Jake. I could have told him that he was with me the moment it happened, also worried about Jessy watching the screen. We both couldn't do anything. And Jake just comforted me. But if I had told him, he would surely rat him out as Phil, knowing he doesn't like him very much.

And that's when things get worse again. When reading the group chat.

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Thomas We have a problem The car tires have been slashed

Macie BOTH CARS?!

Thomas Yes I was about to get them When I notice

Macie Looks like you’re going to have stay in the cabin for a bit longer...

Dan Great

Macie Can you do something about it Thomas?

Thomas I’ve a spare tire on my car But he slashed all four tires ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I pinch the bridge of my nose, letting out a long breath. "What is wrong?" Jake asks me, scared. "Nothing serious, it's just" I show him the conversation ": No car…" I see how he massages his temples. The kidnapper had trapped them in the cabin in the forest. With this now no one could go to Grimrock. But neither will they return until the next morning. "Well" Jake sighs, a little relieved ", at least none of them will be going to face Michael." "And knowing that Dan has shot him twice, I don't think he'll come back either..." Jake nods, placing a kiss on my head. I smile and return to the conversation. Dan has gone offline to go drinking. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thomas Have you heard from Alan or Jake?

Macie I'm still waiting

Thomas I’ve been staring at this stream nonstop...

Macie Something has happened?

Thomas No Nothing I just think what if Michael suddenly appears there And takes revenge for what we did to him...

Macie No he won't do that Dan shot him twice

Thomas I'll see if I can do something with the cars

Macie Good luck with that. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“I'm going to the bathroom to wash my face a bit.” I say, getting up off from Jake. "Let me know if you need anything." he tells me with a worried voice. I smiled at him leaving a small kiss on the lips before leaving.

I going into the bathroom, put the phone on the sink and turned on the faucet, letting the cold water run so I could clear my head. I stay for a while looking at myself in the mirror. At least I've stopped shaking... I never thought this would happen. It was just about finding a kidnapped girl. If I hadn't replied to Thomas' message, would all this have happened? Had he decided to go after them? Or am I just the trigger for them to suffer? I guess the positive is having Jake by my side. As always, I think about how things would be if I were alone... Surely... I wouldn't have endured it...

I rest my elbows on the sink, bringing my hands to my head. I just wanted to investigate as I always have, without getting involved in this way: Read the clues, analyze them, look for a contradiction... Not that everyone was involved and threatened. It's all my fault...

I listen to the message notification and sit up, wiping away the small tears of stress that had flowed from me. It was that unknown again... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Unknown Macie There is a hatch in the ground close to the waterfall at the Grimrock Beneath that is a tunnel which leads to the iron splinter mine That’s where Hannah and Richy are ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I look puzzled at the message, now what's the point? To play the saint after what he has done? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie Why are you telling me this?

Unknown I will let them both go Under one condition

Macie What is the condition?

Unknown I want you to come ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I read and read his response, not believing what I'm reading. Why do you want me to go now? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie What?

Unknown Nobody will get hurt

Macie You can’t be serious Do you really think I believe you?! AFTER EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE TO US?!

Unknown Come to the Grimrock and they’re free to go ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He logs out and I stare at the last message from him. If I go to Grimrock, I can save Hannah... If I go to Grimrock, the nightmare will end...

I leave the bathroom and walk slowly to the bed, never taking my eyes off the screen. "Are you better?" Jake asks me, although I ignore him. "Macie?" I sit on the bed and hit the chat group. I had no time to lose with this, tango to tell him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie There’s news ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The first to connect are Thomas and Cleo. "Macie, what is going on?" Jake asks me again, but I don't dare answer him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thomas Did Alan get back to you?

Macie Wait until everyone is connected ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jessy, Lilly and Dan finally connect. "What just happened?" He squats in front of me, but I avoid his gaze. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lilly What’s happened?

Jessy You're scaring me, Macie 🙁

Macie Ok so here’s the deal I'm supposed to go to Grimrock To the iron splinter mine, to be precise He wants to swap out his hostages for me Apparently ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I look forward to their messages, but instead a group video call skips over. I look at Jake and signal for him to be quiet. "Macie, tell me what-" I accept the call and the first to yell at the screen is Jessy. "WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO GO TO THE IRON MINE?!" I see how little by little Jake's face is changing. He is angry. Not with me, obviously. "Is this a bad joke?" Dan asks, clearly angry as well. "I'm afraid he's being serious…" Jake starts typing on his phone and shows it to me. (Why did not you tell me?) I make a sign for him to wait a moment. "But why would he want that?" Cleo asks, clearly concerned. "I hoped you might be able to tell me." Silence is made. I see their faces, how they start to think about this situation. Jake sits up and runs a hand through his hair. Highly strung. "And what are you going to do, Macie?" Thomas asks me, seeming to accept the situation. Everyone looks at Thomas in bewilderment, even he stops Jake from walking the room to make a 'did he really just ask you that?' face. "Huh, what?" Dan begins to raise his voice little by little "What a stupid question." “I wasn't talking to you, Dan." "Well, I want to hear your opinion first" I replied, trying to maintain my composure ". It's very important." Jake continues to glare at the situation. "What’s this crap?" Dan continues with his voice raised, almost sounding like my father. "There's nothing to talk about! You’re not gonna listen to him!" "Exactly!" Jessy exclaims, agreeing with Dan. Jake is typing on his phone again. (Macie, listen to them, please.) I take a deep breath. So far, I haven't been able to do anything. I know it didn't go well when I went over to Michael's, but maybe if I meet with him, I might be able to get him to turn himself in. “I'm seriously considering it.” I finally say. I watch Jake as he makes motions with his hand, refusing. (You are not going.) "What?" Jessy looks at me puzzled "No!" "I’m against it!" Dan yells again. “I don't think there is going to be a vote, Dan.” Cleo explains. "Fine!" He exclaims "I'm still against it!" I shake my head, ignoring Jake. He better than anyone must understand that all this is because I’m with them. I want to sacrifice myself for everyone. "Are other opinions?" (Yes! Mine! You are not going!) "There's no way we can trust Michael" Jessy is now speaking more calmly, to make me see reason ". If he really wanted to let Hannah and Richy go, then he’d just do it! What is he hoping to gain from you coming to Grimrock?!" I bite the inside of my cheek and look more calmly at Jake this time. Little by little I try to clarify. Shit... Maybe it's true... What's in it for him if I go? Get revenge? I really have nothing to do with all this, if I'm honest, I'm not involved in Jennifer's story, I have nothing to do with Hannah, and I’m not from Duskwood... Just someone who has been investigating and... That's all... Someone who has been chasing him. But there is nothing personal behind all this. "I don't know…" I finally answered with a sigh. I see Jake relax at my words and my calm. Seeing that it's true, that going would get nothing. “Michael threatened to kill us all” Cleo waves a hand, encompassing everyone “, maybe he thinks this is his last chance to kill you, Macie." "After he screwed up so badly with us?" Dan laughs "I doubt it." Again, the very thought that he actually went to the house for me crosses my mind. He was waiting for me to be there. He wanted to scare us all. I doubt again. My head spins a lot at this idea. (Macie, hang up now and let's talk about this, now.) "No... I don't know..." I answer, even more confused. They all have a good point. It’s better that I don't go… Right? “What exactly did he say to you, Macie?” Lilly asks me. Her look gives me a lot of pain, I think she's even more worried than Jessy, “He wants me to come to him“ I began to answer, slowly, lost in my doubts “, and he said nobody would get hurt.“ "Haha!" Dan laughs sarcastically “You’re killing me... That you listen to him now!“ Jake sighs. Indeed, he is on his side, how could I believe that? "He also told me where Hannah and Richy were…" “I hope you told him that he can take his offer and stick it. “ "I didn't say anything...“ Silence falls, and I see Jake sit on the bed next to me, thinking. "What if we all go together?" Cleo breaks the silence. It would be a good idea, but... "I don't know if you've noticed the condition I'm in currently" Dan chides “. But I'm not exactly up for a cross country hike.“ "You're right and I had forgot about our tires...“ We remain silent again, thinking of a solution. For now we can only wait for Alan to contact us.

Jake, still nervous, gets up from the bed, walking over to the computer. I see how he puts his hands to his head and moves his leg nervously. "Where exactly does Michael want to meet you?" Lilly asks. "By the Grimrock waterfalls..." Actually, I'm the only person here in Duskwood of them. It would be easy for me to go, right? I mean… But they're also right… God! What I do?! "Macie" I look up at my phone, listening to Thomas ", please meet Michael’s demand.“

Everyone starts yelling at him and I stare at the screen. As crazy as it sounds, thinking it's the only option we have. "Are you nuts?!" Dan yells at him. Jake walks over again and writes quickly. (Don't listen to him! Don't think about it!) "Thomas!" Jessy yells at him. "You can't ask that of her!" "And what if he’s telling the truth?!" Thomas asks. "Which he isn't!" Dan answers. "WHAT IF HE’S REALLY GOING TO LET THEM GO?!" "WHICH HE DEFINITELY WON'T!" Dan answers, raising his voice more than him. "You don’t know that!" Thomas yells, desperate “Macie, listen to me“ I look in Thomas's screen “, you could save Hannah and Richy this way!“ (Don't listen to him Macie!) “You could finally end it!“ I get more and more nervous. On one hand, it's true, I'm the only person who can save them! "Do you think I don't know that?!" I yell at the screen, holding back tears of nerves. (Hang up NOW!) "As much as I want Hannah and Richy back, we can't just risk this" Lilly responds to Thomas' request, "Macie shouldn't risk it!" “Macie! “ I look back at Thomas, seeing pain in his eyes. He wants Hannah back. To the person he loves “Please…“ I start to shake with so much pressure. Should I… Should I accept? I should go? "I..." "I beg you, Macie! Go rescue them!" And before I can give my answer, something unexpected happens. "Thomas" I look at Jake who has spoken, standing firmly in front of me. His gaze is clearly directed at Thomas if he were in front of him. I see that he is clenching his hands tightly “. Enough. “ He doesn't scream. He is not exalted and even so, it imposes to see him that way. I watch as Thomas pales and falls silent, not following through on his requests. "Jake!" I whisper his name, scared that they've heard. "Who is that?" I hear Jessy's voice through the phone “Macie! Are you OK?! “ "Did Jake just whisper?" I now hear Cleo say. "HEY! MACIE! ANSWER IF YOU ARE OKAY!" Dan yells, worried. "Macie? A word." Jake looks at me seriously, defiantly. I swallow and end the call, leaving my phone on the bed.

Jake sits next to me, placing his arms in his lap. Looking down at the ground. There's quite a bit of tension right now. “We must talk about Michael's demand.” he finally says to himself. "Yes" I answer, a little uncomfortable by this conversation ", we do." Jake sighs, finally looking up. "I can only see one plausible explanation for Michael's demand" He looks at me calmly or… I want to believe “. He wants to somehow complete his plan in this way… but I have no clue why it has to be you. “ "He told me about the iron splinter of his own accord" I replied, hugging myself “. I think… I think he trusts me. “ "At least that is what he wants you to believe" He runs a hand through his hair, hesitating ". He attacked you." “Maybe he changed his mind because of my messages. “ I answer quickly “Do you think that could be the sudden change? “ "I do not think this offer was a part of his initial plan" he explains, now ignoring my gaze to think “. He is now changing direction due to the circumstances. “ “You mean because Dan shot him." "Yes." We stayed silent, a few centimeters apart. It's like having that barrier between us again. I need his support in the decision that I’m taking seriously. "The…" I start to say, afraid "The others expect me to go." "No, Macie" he looks at me harshly ", nobody could expect such sacrifice from you" He places his hands on my shoulders, breaking the barrier ". Thomas may have got carried away by the current events and I think he is not aware of the consequences this decision would encompass." I get up from the bed, pulling me away to think. It is just what it is. A sacrifice. All I have done is risk the group from the beginning, take them to the extreme. With our investigations, I have made a madman torment me for wanting to help a simple person. To send a poor mother threatening letters. I have to stop it. "I think I've made my decision" I replied, letting out a sigh. I turn to face him, decisively ". I'm going to the iron mine. I will accept the request." "Macie, please listen to me" Jake stands up, moving closer to me "I cannot say why Michael has made this offer all of a sudden" he places his hands on my arms, squeezing carefully "but I can say with certainty that it is merely a trap." "I just have to take that risk" I replied, avoiding raising my voice, "I have to." “Macie, I can understand that you want to help Hannah and Richy” he looks directly into my eyes “but this is not the right way." "Jake, he turned to me" I try to explain calmly, to make him see reason ". That just has to mean something” I push his hands away slowly ". You can't change my mind." I go for my phone, but Jake grabs my wrist. Not squeezing hard, but hard enough to make him drop the phone. “I cannot allow you to put yourself in danger.” he says harshly. "Jake…" I sigh and when he lets go, I place my hands on his face, caressing him lovingly, "We have to see this as an opportunity!" He tenses his jaw, stopping to look at me, but I force him to look me in the eye "I can end it!" "It is far too great risky!" He yells nervously and I back off, to which he grabs my hands worried for having scared me "Listen, there is no way Michael will keep his word."

This all started with a simple message. A message I received, asking me to help rescue Hannah. Her sister. The most important person in the world for him. What he has risked for his safety. "You could get Hannah back!" I exclaim, controlling not to cry because of the pressure I'm receiving from everyone "Jake! You could see your sister again!" "It is not about Hannah! It is all about you!" I see how he controls himself now for not crying. His green eyes shine bright. And what I see reflected in it is me. And I don't mean that literally, metaphorically. His words are directed at me "He already tried to kill you once! I could lose you, Macie! I could lose you for real this time!" I try to breathe calmly, intertwining our fingers. I look at the ground, afraid of what I'm going to do. I promised myself that for Jake I would do anything. This was the moment. “You asked me to take this path with you until the end…” I say slowly, remembering those words when he comforted me after watching Richy supposedly die. Despite everything... Despite all his imperfections and his mistakes, I want him to be happy "Today I'm the one asking you to do the same" Jake shakes his head ". Please…. Please Jake" I stroke his hair and swallow nervously "don't make it more difficult for me than it already is…" He tilts his head, pressing his forehead to mine. I close my eyes and sigh as I feel Jake's fingers slowly caress my face, leaving nothing to go. "I…" he begins to speak, slowly "I cannot lose you…." He whispers, close to my lips "Macie, you are…" He takes a breath and I can feel how he trembles. He separates a little to be able to see my eyes, that when I look at him, I see that his expression of sweetness is there, as well as that of concern "You are all that matters." I try to control myself so as not to fall to the ground when I hear him speak. Everything had changed. He hasn't said that Hannah matters. I'm the one that matters. I’m important to him now. Hannah may be too, but he told me it's me. I hug him and he hugs me back.

*Jake POV*

When I heard that Michael had asked him to go to the iron mine, the fear ran through my body again. This man, Michael, was not going to stop until he had her back in his hands. I cannot let her be taken from me, I cannot lose her. My sister faded in my mind, I know she is in danger, but I would not risk Macie's life just for Hannah, I could not. In no life would I risk her life to sacrifice herself, before I prefer to risk myself and give mine.

I lift Macie's head up slowly, seeing her bright eyes, wanting to cry over this whole situation. I run my thumb over hers lips and decide to kiss her, slowly. She responds a bit doubtfully, surely, believing that I am doing it to convince her, but it is not like that. Besides, I have already made the decision for her. I am not going to risk her.

Macie's cell phone rings. Surely impatient to know what we are talking about. Only right now, we are taking a pause. Stopping the world as she wants. Macie pulls away slowly, looking at me with a small smile. "You've made Thomas speechless…" she says with a laugh. "I could not let him continue" I finally answered ". I could not let him keep talking to you like that." She nods and goes to get the phone. But first, she looks at me. "What do we do?" She asks, a little doubtful "They've heard you, they know you're here." “I will join the conversation as usual” I say determinedly ". I will be by your side if you see that you need me, I will not appear on camera" I approach her and hold her hand ", but I am not going to leave you alone." I kiss her and I hear how she sighs. She nods and stands on her toes to reach me, and I smile and lean in for a quick kiss before we sit on the bed, our backs against the wall, ready for conversation. "Ready?” She asks me, taking my hand. "Ready." Macie answers the call and I stay next to her, but at the same time, as far away as possible so as not to appear on camera. “Not to rush you or anything” Dan says, right after I answer “, but we should get this over and done with." “Excuse us, Jake and I have just finished our conversation." I see how they look a little doubtful, whether to ask or not. In the end it is Jessica who speaks first. "Welcome back." she says, with a slightly uncomfortable look. Macie looks at me and I nod. No problem. Besides, I prefer to keep them under control in case Thomas tries to get nervous again and wants to talk her down again. "Well then, let's get this over with." "Wait Macie" Jessica stops her hurriedly ", we all just talked about the situation and wanted to tell you something before you make your decision." I see her try to smile awkwardly ". So… If you want to hear what we have to say, that is." “Of course I do.” Macie nods. "So…" she takes a breath and continues, "Of course, it’s all up to you if you want to go to the Grimrock or not. But of course, we all feel responsible in some way for your decision” Macie squeezes my hand hard ". You are our friend and we’ve grown to care about you a lot, and you would’nt have ended up in this situation without us” I see Jessica wipe away a tear and continue ". Yes, that's why we ask you not to go." "Thank you" I see her smile, turning to them and then to me "to all of you..." I smile back, now squeezing her hand lovingly. "Michael Hanson is unpredictable and highly dangerous" Cleo reminds the group ". Whatever his goal might be, it's too big to risk." "But what else are we supposed to do?" Macie throws her head back, thoughtful. “We can't just sit around and wait” Thomas says, and I see that he is still a little tense. "Yes, we have to do something…" Jessica looks sadly at the camera. "Unfortunately, I can't think of anything else." They start thinking again.

So this moment remains for me to speak and give them an option in which no one should take risks. Where Macie can be safe. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake There is one alternative. I will go into the iron splinter mine. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Huh? You?" I see Dan looking at the screen badly "Wait, wasn't you the one before he told Thomas to shut up? Shall we be quiet now, Hackerboy? Did the cat get our tongue?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake It was a moment of urgency. Thomas was out of control.

It will not happen again, excuse me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Ha!" He let out a sarcastic laugh "At least you have them well on." "Wait a minute, so is Jake really in Duskwood?" Jessica asks and Lilly looks nervously at the screen "Since when? And why haven't you said anything, Macie?" "No one is going to say anything about it!" Macie answers quickly, nervous. “Well then.” Cleo replies, agreeing to her request. “That’s a bad idea.” Macie looks at me, worried ". I don't want you to go, Jake." I avoid making any physical contact with her seeing how she looks at me. I have to control myself even though what I want to do most is comfort her. “And It’s not going to work, either” Thomas replies, a little more afraid to speak no ". Michael wants Macie.” I control myself not to tell him to shut up again. That option is banned. I am not going to let it happen ". That is the core of his demand. What do you think is going to happen when someone else turns up instead?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake I do not want to meet Michael's demand. As I am pretty sure he will not be playing by the rules. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"At least not if he sees you down there." Macie frowns, looking at me angrily. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake The iron splinter mines are gigantic cave system that extend far over 100 kilometers. Most people do not know that parts of it lie below Duskwood, as the main entrance is in Terrendale. But there is another entrance at the Grimrock. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Then we heard that entrance in the transmission?" "You’re right!" Jessica exclaims. “That super creepy noise!" "An entrance to the iron splinter mine at the Grimrock?" Thomas begins to ask, surprised "That’s new to me." "I’ve never heard of it either." Cleo denies. "Me neither." Jessica follows. And they thought of going without having any knowledge. Good thing that when I am interested in a place to hide, I investigate its history and everything that the town contains. At this moment I must know Duskwood better than they do. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Michael must have entered the mine through this entrance at the Grimrock. And he demanded that Macie should come to the waterfall at the Grimrock. However, that is not what I will not. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Let me guess” Dan smiles, almost amused “: there's another entrance." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Precisely. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"And how is that supposed to help you?" Macie's tone does not change. She is angry. After this call, I am going to disappear for real and not because I want to…. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake As he will be expecting you at the Grimrock, he will be waiting somewhere there, toon. So he will not notice if I enter the mine through another entrance. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Sounds reckless.” Dan raises his eyebrows. I do not know if surprised or really interested in my plan ". I mean, what if you're wrong and Michael is just happily walking through the mine after all?" "How happily will he be walking with his injury?" Macie asks, giving Dan a dirty look now. Surely now she is thinking about the danger I could be in if Michael and, because of Dan, decide to kill me. "You know what I mean." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Of course, there is some risk involved. I have located the stream’s signal. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie looks at me surprised. I did it when I was waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake I know Hannah and Richy approximate whereabouts. Also, during my research, I found a map of the tunnels down there. I will escort both of them from the mine without Michael realizing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"That sounds feasible." Thomas agrees. Macie shakes her head. Not accepting my request. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake It is the only way. And you know it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

She sighs and her hand separates from mine, bringing her hand to her lips. Pulling at them. I look at her arching an eyebrow, so that she would stop doing it. She lowers her hand slowly. “There’s no way this will work” she says finally ". But I know he won't listen to me..." I smile and she looks at me badly. She has to accept that I am not capable of letting her take this risk. "I'm all for it." Thomas finally agrees. “Of course you are…” I hear Macie whisper. “Because I think we need to act before Michael changes his mind” Thomas continues. “Yes” Jessica nods “, and this plan is better than sending Macie off into Michael's arms." I am not looking at Macie right now, but I can feel her gaze on me. And she is killing me in a thousand ways in her mind. "I've always been a fan of kamikaze missions." Dan makes the 'Ok' sign with his hand, happy that Macie is not the one taking the risk. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake All right. I will get going as quickly as possible. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie cuts off her call and I look at her, who, as I already noticed, is killing me with her gaze. I will have to try to make her see reason.

Chapter 44

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a carving on some wood || ⛈️, 💞

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Richie's eyes eventually closed. Darkness taking over his vision, as he laid his head against the stiff pillow. He knew it'd hurt in the morning, or it should. Richie didn't feel shit anymore. He didn’t think he ever would again.

Even still, they shut.

And he dreamt of a turtle, something about him recognized it. Even though he'd never seen it before.

When he started coming to, his head did really fucking hurt, like a sharp pain. Not the dull ache it should have been. What the fuck was in these pillows?

"Richie-"

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Summary: anon request "the reader deals with the consequences of being the doctor's companion and unrequited love."

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Summary: At the news of an unknown distress call from the Tardis, the Doctor must go undercover. With the trust of thousands of years, he places himself (both watch and being) into your hands. Enter Dr. John Smith (not really a medical doctor just has his doctorate) your new roommate.

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kittyt-hexxed · 2 years ago

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I’d Kill for You

Vi x Werewolf!Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Soft Dom!Vi, Fighting for Vi, Graphic Violence, Killing a werewolf, someone’s throat gets ripped out, eating a heart, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamic, forced revealing of secrets, pack dynamic, biting, claiming, werewolf venom, turning Vi

Summary: You’re keeping a big secret from your girlfriend. You’re a werewolf. Thanks to a family Thanksgiving dinner gone wrong, you’re forced to reveal your secret.

Author Note: This makes me want to watch Teen Wolf again..

“Y/n! Do you have enough steaks?!” Your aunt shouts from the backdoor, “I can bring some more out if you need them!”

“The grill is full Aunt Lettie! I’ll let you know when I need them!” You shout back, putting the ones that you have onto the grill. Your father was the one who did the grilling, but after you learned how to do it, your family insisted that your food was better.

“Any chance I can sneak one?” Your cousin Richie slides up next to you.

“Not a chance.” You shake your head, “Everyone eats at the same time. You know the rules. We have to make sure that everyone gets food, especially with humans coming.” He groans and runs back to his little group of friends. You spend the next half an hour grilling, kicking away annoyances, and enjoying a drink on the side. Your aunt Lettie is the one carrying them back and forth, taking the finished ones and giving you new ones. With your last batch, you pick up the tray and make your way into the house where your mother and aunties are hanging out. You place the tray down by the rest of the steaks, grinning at the large amount of food laid out on the counters.

“Look out everyone! There’s a little Beta in the kitchen!” Aunt Jenna says teasingly.

“Ha, Ha. Funny, Aunt Jenna.” You say dryly, but you’re escorted to the dinner table and sat down at the head of it. All ten of your aunts and your mother sit down and you know you’re in for a long conversation.

“Speaking of our little Beta. I heard that you have a human coming today.” Aunt Berry grins at you, “Tell us about her.”

“Do I really have to?” You bite your lip.

“Y/n, darling. Of course, you have to!” Aunt Hester snorts, “You’re part of the main branch! It’s our job to make sure you’re choosing the right partner.”

“Besides, we like being nosy.” Aunt Rachel winks, “Now spill!”

“Ugh, okay. Her name is Vi. I met her at the University a few years ago. We had Ancient Shuriman history together and I asked her for her number. She’s my age and has three siblings.” You relent and tell them. If you didn’t tell them something about her, they’d ask her a ton of questions when she arrived. That was the last thing you wanted since she was supposed to be coming for a relaxing time.

“That’s all you’re going to tell us?” Aunt Bella complains, “What does she do?”

“She works as a tattoo artist during the week, but she boxes in her free time.” You smile.

“Ooohhh, a fighter? She’d be an Alpha if she was a wolf.” Your aunt Gretchen grins, “You must be very serious if you’re bringing her around.”

“I am very serious about her.” You nod, “I wouldn’t be bringing her around if I wasn’t thinking about marriage.”

“That’s wonderful!” Your aunt Lettie reaches over and pats your hand, “Have you thought about having pups with her?”

“What?” You blink. You weren’t expecting them to ask that question. Those things were usually reserved for the engaged couples that would be getting married. You and Vi had very briefly pondered what it would be like if you could have children together, but you mutually agreed that you didn’t want to have any.

“Lettie!” Aunt Rachel gasps, hitting her sister on the shoulder.

“Oh, come on! We’re all thinking about it!” She snaps at her. You try to get your aunts’ attention but they start talking to each other about what was said.

“It’d be no issue for Y/n. She can always get her pregnant. She’s a Beta.”

“Or if we turn her and she’s a Beta or Alpha, she can get Y/n pregnant.”

“OKAY! This conversation is over.” You get up out of your chair, blushing furiously, and move back into the kitchen as your aunts laugh. Having a big family isn’t an issue for you until they all want to get into your business. You didn’t want to talk about your relationship with Vi because it was the only private part of your life. As a werewolf, you couldn’t hide anything from your parents so you learned to be honest with them. Your parents tried their best to give you privacy even if they could tell something was going on. You appreciated that because when you started seeing Vi, you weren’t ready to bring it up.

You go back to cooking with your mother while trying to distract your mind. Your focus was elsewhere as you made the filling for the apple pie. You were nervous, more anxious than anything, about Vi coming. She’s aware that you have a big family but telling someone is different than seeing it. You didn’t want her to get overwhelmed. Besides, you were hoping that no one said anything embarrassing. There are too many stories about you from when you were younger. Anything goes in a family as close as yours, and there’d be more interest knowing that your partner is human. You were lucky that all the other nosy werewolves were outside when your aunts were grilling you. The soundproofing of the house saved you.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket and you stop mixing the apples to pick it up. ‘Hey, baby. I’m on my way! Be there in ten.’ Your anxiety shoots up and you respond with a heart before shoving it back into your pocket. The next ten minutes are filled with you shakily rolling out the pie crust and putting it into the oven as the doorbell rings. Your pulse jumps as you weave your way through your aunts and practically sprint to the front door. You skid to a stop, take a deep breath, and open the door. Your inner wolf growls happily seeing Vi in a dress shirt and a shining at her mouth draws your attention. ‘Oh, she got spider bites?! Did she do that because I mentioned how hot I think they look?’

“Hey.” You both say at once, laughing softly at it.

“Thanks for coming.” You smile at her, stepping aside to let her in, “I know it must feel weird to be away from your family.”

“Eh, we did a Thanksgiving lunch instead so I could come here for dinner. So, I’m definitely not missing them.” Vi chuckles, kissing you once you close the door. You grab her hand and hesitate, glancing towards the living room while biting your lip.

“So…before I take you out back. My whole family is here along with close friends. If you feel overwhelmed at all, tap my hand and we’ll go up to my room. I don’t want you to feel pressured to talk to anyone-” Vi silences you with another kiss, knowing that you’re about to break into your nervous rambling. She gives you an amused smile as you let out a long breath.

“Don’t worry. If I’m not feeling comfortable, I’ll let you know. Your parents love me already and their opinion is the only one that matters to me.” Vi leads you down the hallway, rubbing your hand with her thumb, “Besides, you’ve met my family and you haven’t run for the hills.” She grins at you.

“Having water balloons thrown at me was a shock, but a welcome one.” You laugh, remember the first time you met her siblings, “It was a good thing I had my bathing suit on under my clothes.”

“Violet!” Your mother shouts excitedly, a wide smile on her face as she rushes over to you.

“Hello, Mrs.L/n!” Vi chuckles, hugging your mother. Your aunts peek their heads out of the kitchen before they come out to greet your girlfriend. You smile to yourself as Vi is tugged over to your aunts and introduced to them. The surprised look on Vi’s face as she’s given a hug by each of your aunts makes you giggle. You had warned her that it might happen, but she probably didn’t believe you. They compliment her on her beauty, re-asking the simple questions you answered for them earlier as a way to confirm what you said to them. You sheepishly tugged Vi away when they started to tell her about how anxious you were waiting for her. ‘Oh, you’re all insufferable!’ You groan through the family pack link, making them snicker.

Vi follows you to the backdoor, a teasing smile on her lips as she holds back the urge to comment on what your aunts told her. You open the door and eyes are on the two of you as you step outside. You tighten your grip on Vi’s hand, making her glance at you and you give her a reassuring smile. The cousins closest to you approach and you start the painful process of introducing your girlfriend to everyone. It’s a bit disorienting trying to talk while the pack link is flooded with questions and teasing comments from your cousins and uncles. They force you to cut the connection so you can be present when you miss the question Vi asks you.

You’re impressed by how easily Vi can converse with everyone who approaches her. You know your girlfriend is a social person, but the fact that she’s not nervous is something you’ll never get used to. She took the lead in social situations, keeping a hold of your hand or wrapping her arm around you so you’re comfortable. Your current situation was oddly the same, but you relaxed once you realized that she wasn’t having any issues. Vi was having an avid conversation with one of your uncles about parkour. When Vi mentioned that she was preparing for a tournament they took interest in it. So she explained what it is and how she ended up doing it in the first place, strategically leaving out that she used to be a gang leader.

“Y/N!” You hear your cousin Kelly scream your name from the other end of the yard, “Y/N! COME HERE!” You groan. You didn’t want to leave Vi’s side but you knew they’d keep shouting for you until you did.

“Babe.” You nudge her, “Is it okay if I go to my cousin? She’s calling me.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll be okay.” Vi smiles. You nod, kiss her cheek and make your way to your cousin. ‘What does she want to talk about? I bet it’s to tease me or something. She’s known for doing things like that.’

“What do you want, Kelly?” You huff, crossing your arms when you get to her pack.

“So the pink-haired girl is your girlfriend?” Kelly raises an eyebrow, “I don’t believe it. She’s way too hot for you.”

“Vi absolutely is, but that makes it all the more special.” You grin. You and Vi had gotten into a playful argument about that when you first started dating. She insisted that she thought you were too attractive to date her while you called bullshit because you thought she was too attractive to date you. It was hilarious to you and made you laugh every time it got brought up.

“Have you claimed her?” One of Kelly’s packmates asks.

“No, not yet. She doesn’t know that I’m a wolf.” You shake your head.

“Why haven’t you told her?” Kelly furrows her brow, “You’ve been together for two years. Your heats must be unbearable with her being unclaimed.”

“The two of us haven’t talked about marriage. I don’t want to jump the gun so I’m waiting for that conversation.” You shrug. It was true, you haven’t talked about marriage, but you’re also scared. You’d be telling her something big, and if that caused her to run from you… you didn’t know if you could stomach that. You were in love with her, and even if your heats were unbearable you’d struggle through it for her.

“That means she’s anyone’s game.” Monica, your cousin’s Alpha steps forward. Her words agitate you, making you click your tongue to stop yourself from snarling. ‘I should get back to Vi before I end up in an argument. We’re supposed to be on our best behavior this evening.’

“You wish.” You chuckle, “Anyway, I’ve got to head back to her. Uncle Sal will keep her talking forever if I don’t save her.” Your words make the others around you snicker. You wave to your cousin and make your way back to Vi.

“You sound cocky about that Y/n!” Monica shouts, making Vi turn to look in your direction. You smile at your girlfriend and she returns it. ‘Vi wouldn’t leave me for anyone else. She loves me too much to.’

“Not cocky! Just stating a fact!” You shout, not turning around.

“Then, I challenge you to a claiming rite!” You jerk to a halt as you snarl internally, whirling around to glare at the wolf. ‘She did not just say that!’ Startled shouts come from everyone around you, and you hear someone sprint inside yelling for your mother.

“Monica, are you crazy?! There are humans here!” Kelly shouts at her Alpha who has a smug smirk on her face. The tables are hauled away from the middle of the yard to make room for the impending fight.

“Why don’t we show her what you are, since you’re so confident she won’t leave you for someone else?” Monia walks forward, her eyes turning red, “If I win the challenge, you break up with her and have to stop contact with her.” You feel the anger coursing through you, your inner wolf howling in rage. ‘Are you fucking kidding me?! She’s calling this right here? In front of five humans?!’ You take a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. You wouldn’t be able to back down from the official challenge, nor would Kelly or your mother be able to call it off. If you did, or if anyone interfered, you’d automatically lose. An Alpha challenging a Beta. ‘She expects to win.’

“Where the hell is this coming from?” You grit your teeth, feeling the ache in your gums as you try to hold back from shifting. You hear your uncle tell Vi something but you’re too focused to make it out.

“She’s hot. Maybe I want to mate her instead.” You snarl in anger, the sharp pain of your claws emerging only makes it worse.

“Step up, then!” You shout, spreading your arms out, “I’ll tear your fucking throat out and dance in your blood! You’re fooling yourself if you think I’ll let you lay a hair on my girl!” Your mother steps in between the two of you, her eyes glowing red as you’re tugged backward.

“Are they fighting over me?” You hear Vi's question.

“Things will make sense in a minute, but I’m going to need you to move over here.”

‘Y/n.’ Your father grabs your attention and you turn to meet his golden eyes, ‘Remember. If you don’t kill her, she’ll challenge you again if she believes Vi should be hers.’ You take your shoes and socks off and toss them somewhere behind you.

‘I don’t intend on letting her live, father.’ You narrow your eyes at him. ‘No one who challenges me will. Alpha or not!’

‘That’s my daughter.’ He nods with a smile on his face.

“Monica has challenged Y/n to claiming rites!” Your mother announces, “Monica, name your official terms.”

“If I win, you give up pursuing Vi…” Monica grins, “and you can’t contact her again.”

“What the fuck?!” You hear Vi shout, making you dart your eyes over to her. She looks at you with a mixture of disbelief and anger, her face twisted into a glare. You feel your heart ache in your chest, hoping that she’s not angry with you.

“Y/n, name your official terms.” Your mother demands.

“When I win.” You say darkly, “You’ll be dead.” Shocked murmurs come from the wolves around you at your terms. You only call for death terms if you’re confident about winning. Monica scoffs and your mother slowly backs into the crowd, putting a hand on your girlfriend’s shoulder. There’s silence as you and Monica stare at each other, waiting for your mother to call the fight since she’s the higher alpha in this situation. You meet eyes with Vi one last time as your irises turn to gold and give her a small smile. ‘Please. Please don’t let this scare her away.’

“Fight!” Your mother shouts. You growl as your body shifts, limbs elongating, and muscles tightening to reveal your werewolf form. The moment your transformation is complete, you’re running across the circle and colliding with Monica in a whirlwind of teeth and claws. You snap at her, trying to catch her hind leg in your mouth while keeping her face away from you. She snarls and slashes at you with her claws, forcing you to jump back, but it doesn’t keep you away for long. You get a few deep slashes on her, making her snarl and put some space between you two. The smell of blood in the air makes you feel murderous. ‘She thinks she can take my girlfriend? Big mistake.’ You snarl, taunting her as you slowly circle each other. She tackles you to the ground and you’re rolling around again. You can hear everyone shouting, some encouraging you, and others cheering Monica on. You manage to get your jaw around her neck when she slashes at your face, making you yelp in pain and let go. She kicks you off of her and you land on your hind paws, crouching down as she gets up. Your snout stings and you’re positive you’re going to have scars over your lips after this. ‘Her guard is down because she’s not taking this seriously. She’s confident I won’t win this. That. That’s my advantage.’ You flex your jaw as she stands up to her full height. You take a deep breath, getting a glimpse of Vi before Monica steps in front of her.

‘You’re dead.’ You snap at Monica. If this fight continues any longer, you will lose so you have to end it now.

‘Big talk from a Beta-’ Monica scoffs, but you spring at her and catch her off-guard. You shove her back by the shoulders, opening your mouth wide before locking it around her throat. You bite down hard, rupturing her arteries and causing blood to flood your mouth. Your bodies hit the ground and you use your claws to hold her down as you yank your snout back. The snap of muscles and tendons fills your ears as they give away and you find yourself clenching her throat in your mouth. You watch her bleed out for a moment before tossing her throat into the dirt next to her. Your werewolf side has you clawing at her chest so you can eat her heart to solidify that she’s dead. You’re vaguely aware of people telling the younger children to look away as you consume the heart. A victorious howl bubbles up in your throat and you feel a wave of exhilaration knowing that you succeeded. You feel a heat go through your body and you feel stronger.

You look up and feel your whole body freeze when you see Vi staring at you with an unreadable expression. You let out a whine, your ears flattening onto your head as you shift back. Your aunt Jenna rushes forward and throws your robe over your shoulders to cover your naked body. She stands in front of you while you put it on and the blood clinging to your skin soaks into it. The reality of your situation sets in as the humans gaze at you in shock and horror. Monica’s challenge didn’t just expose you to your girlfriend, but to the other humans as well.

“Y/n wins the challenge, becoming an Alpha.” Your mother says softly, and everyone can hear it since it’s absolutely silent. Your lip trembles as you feel the tears pool in your eyes. Vi had yet to move, to even say a word, and you fear that you’ve lost her. A sob forces its way out of your throat and you’re sprinting into the house before anyone can stop you. You slam your room door shut behind you and start pacing back and forth. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid! I should’ve- I should’ve- I shouldn’t have brought her here! What was I thinking?!’ Vi’s scent fills your nose right before you hear a knock on the door.

“Y/n? Baby?” Vi mutters, “Can I come in?”

“Y-Yeah.” You stutter out, sitting at the edge of your bed, “Come in.” The door opens and Vi gives you a gentle smile, ignoring the bloody footsteps on the tile, and approaches you. You jolt in surprise as she grasps your chin and lifts your face. Her eyes wander over your face, her thumb coming up to brush across the cuts on your face. From your cheekbone, all the way down, over your lips, and to the edge of your chin. You anxiously gaze at her eyes trying to figure out what she must be thinking.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Vi kisses your forehead, “We don’t want those cuts to get infected. After that, we can talk. I promise.” She helps you off of the bed and leads you to the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind her. Silently, she takes your robe off, turns on the shower, and coaxes you into it.

“Vi-” You whimper, not liking the silence.

“-Shhhh. Not right now.” Vi shakes her head, “Wash off the blood, cutie pie. I’m right here.” You meekly nod and do as she says, taking care to wash the blood off of your face and body. You can hear her shuffling around in the cabinet, most likely getting out the isopropyl alcohol. When the blood has been washed from your skin, you turn the shower off and nervously step out of the shower. Vi wraps a towel around you and you sit on the edge of the bathtub as she kneels in front of you.

“This is going to sting, okay?” Vi caresses your cheek and you nod silently. You hiss as she takes a gauze pad and dabs the alcohol onto your cuts. She takes care to clean the whole thing, applying pressure to help stem the blood flow, and even holds her hand there as she cleans your other cuts. You lean into her touch, a needy whine leaving your lips and making her chuckle. Vi bandages your other wounds before re-checking your face and nodding to herself.

“Come on. We can talk in your room.” Vi puts the stuff away and leads you back. Once the door is closed, you hang the towel up and sit on your bed.

“I know what you saw out there must have terrified you, and it’s probably hard for you to stomach and I completely understand. I-I just didn’t know how to tell you or when to tell you-” Vi puts a finger against your lips.

“You’re rambling.” She smiles in amusement.

“S-Sorry.” You stutter, blushing.

“Learning that werewolves exist wasn’t on my to-do list for Thanksgiving…” Vi bites her lip, “But, learning that my girlfriend is a werewolf is something else entirely. I’m not upset or anything, just confused. What- What happened out there?”

“Monica called for a Claiming Rite. It’s a challenge where two werewolves fight over the right to claim the person of their conflict. The werewolf that loses stops pursuing the person and is forced to cut off all contact with them. I guess she took an immediate liking to you and decided to challenge me.” You sigh, “I couldn’t allow that. You’re mi-” You pause at Vi’s raised eyebrow, a teasing look in her eyes.

“Go on.” She nudges you, “Say it.”

“You’re mine.” You state, “I wasn’t going to let her have you.”

“So you killed her and… ate her heart?”

“Yup.” You nod slowly, “It sounds so fucked when you say it out loud.”

“I don’t know.” Vi shrugs, giving you a grin, “That’s kinda sexy to me.” You blink.

“I violently killed a werewolf and you think that it’s sexy?” You ask in disbelief.

“My werewolf girlfriend fought another werewolf for the right to be with me and won.” Vi snorts, “Yes, I think that’s sexy.” You giggle and find yourself smiling at her. You feel something warm run down your cheek, and Vi reaches out to wipe up the blood.

“You’ll need stitches for that. Your cheek is torn open.” She gently caresses the skin, “It’s gonna be a pain in the ass to eat with it if you don’t.”

“It’ll be healed in the morning, and I think I’m full after that heart.” You joke, “I’ll have some wicked scars to remind you of tonight… I’m sorry for ruining your Thanksgiving.”

“I’d kiss you to shut you up, but I don’t want to make your wound worse.” Vi huffs, “I love you, Y/n. Hell, I’ve been thinking about talking to you about marriage. You didn’t ruin my Thanksgiving. You haven’t ruined anything. I am very much in love with you… and I want you to claim and turn me.”

“What?” You gasp, your eyes going wide.

“You’re an Alpha now, right? Your dad was explaining everything to me during the fight. That means you can turn me, and if you claim me, you won’t have to worry about that happening again.” Vi moves closer to you, taking your hands in hers, “I want you to.”

“You’ll be forced to turn into a werewolf every full moon.” You warn her, “It’s not all sunshine and rainbows. There’s so much to tell you.”

“After what I saw tonight, I’m well aware of that.” Vi chuckles, “You’re not going to sway me from my decision so you might as well do it now and tell me about it later.” You sigh, shaking your head at your girlfriend’s stubbornness. ‘She said she was thinking of marriage so she’s serious about us…’

“Okay, okay.” You chuckle, “Take your shirt off and lay down. I have to bite you twice to turn and claim you, and it’s going to hurt badly. We can save the mating for another time. I need to know your rank first and teach you about the things that come with that.” Vi takes her shirt off and lays down on your bed.

“I’m all yours.” Vi winks at you, making you roll your eyes. Your gums ache as your fangs push through and you hold Vi down. ‘Please. Let this be successful.’ You glance up at her, feeling the venom fill your fangs before you bite down on her side. A shrill scream - that you didn’t know she was capable of - sounds as your venom gets injected into her. Breathing heavily, you let go and hold her down tighter as more venom fills your fangs.

“Forgive me.” You whisper as Vi thrashes in your hold. With another deep breath, you sink your teeth into her shoulder and get another pained shriek from her. It pains you to hear her screaming because of you but it terrifies you more when Vi falls limp underneath you. You put your fingers to her neck and feel a pulse that rapidly picks up. ‘Come on. Come on. Open your eyes. Open your eyes.’ You plead internally. ‘Come on, baby. I know you’re strong enough to survive this.’ You jolt back as Vi’s eyes snap open and she lets out a gasp. Her eyes glow gold before you watch in awe as it bleeds into a vivid red. ‘An alpha? That… That shouldn’t be possible unless she’s a True Alpha. I guess my aunts were right. She is an Alpha.’

“Y/n?” Vi mutters in confusion. You affectionately press your forehead to hers.

“You’re a werewolf. An Alpha.” You smile at her as her eyes widen, “When you mate with me there’ll be two Alphas in our pack or you can make your own.” Vi delicately pecks your lips, the desire to kiss you too strong to ignore.

“You love me that much, huh?” Vi gives you a cheeky smile.

“Didn’t we just establish that I’d kill for you?” You smile in amusement, “I ate someone’s heart… That whole situation?”

“You’re right.” Vi nods, “I forgot to mention… I’d kill for you, too.”

“I think you should have told me that before I turned you into a werewolf.”

“Should I have? You didn’t tell me to.” You laugh and properly kiss her, not giving a damn about the gash in your face. It’ll heal in the morning anyway.

#vi x reader #vi x you #vi x y/n #vi arcane #werewolf girlfriend #hexxed monstober fic week

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tammythompson-singslikea-muppet · 4 years ago

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Reconciliation (Stan Uris x reader x Richie Tozier, Reddie)

I'm finally back! It's probably been a year since I posted Betrayal and shit has really hit the fan since then, but here I am a year later with part 2!

Here is a link to part 1

Warning: swearing

Aged up: 18/19

You tried to catch up with Stan as he power-walked out of the house. He stopped short when he realized his car wasn't there. "Stan" You catch his attention and he turns around. His chest rising and falling at a quick pace, "You heard everything in there?" Stan's voice was quiet, much quieter than just a minute ago. You nod and he sighs. "I'm sor-" You cut him off "Don't be" You take a step forward and bring your hand up to push some curls out of his face. He leans into your hand, not stopping himself for once. No yearning, no shouting in his head over his actions. Just the feel of your soft palm against his cheek. Stan takes a deep breath, feeling himself calm down in the wake of your touch. "Can we go somewhere?" Stan's voice barely above a whisper. "Of course."

Richie leaned back against the wall and slid down to the floor. He brushed his hands through his hair 'God I fucked up' "Man you really fucked up." Richie looked up. "Thanks, Bill your a real help." Bill put his hands up in defense. "I gotta say I really didn't see that one coming," Eddie spoke up. Bill and Mike nodded in agreement. "I mean I knew *something* was going on but holy shit I didn't think they were in love with each other," Beverly added. "We know Stanley's in love with her but is she in love with Stan? I mean she was just in a serious relationship like a week ago" "Yeah I wonder what happened to that relationship?" Ben's eyes sharp at Eddie, voice stiff and slightly viscous, "Alright! Alright!! None of that!" Mike's authoritative voice made it known he was seriously done with all the fighting. "She loves him" The group turned their heads at Richie's small voice, Ha stared down at the floor and spoke softly. "She may not be in love with him right now, but I could see it. She's falling for Stan."

Eddie looked over at Richie. A mix of emotions reached throughout the boy. He hated seeing Richie like this, but he also hated that it was about you. Mostly he hated that it was about you. He couldn't control it, no matter how much he wished that he could. What is it exactly that Richie is so mad at? Is he upset that he potentially ruined his relationship with Stan? Is he upset that Stan is in love with (Y/N) or that Stan claimed he neither loved nor cared about (Y/N)? Is Richie still in love with (Y/N)? If so is he mad that (Y/N) could be in love with Stan or that she is moving on so quickly? Eddie couldn't help but feel like he was still second to you. It's not like Richie chose to tell you. He kept telling Eddie that he would for at least 2 weeks, but then she found out in her own way. Eddie feared that maybe he was never gonna tell you. Or now that you found out does Richie regret it? 'Alright, Alright Eddie calm the fuck down! Just go talk to Richie.' "Eds?" "Yeah Rich." "I'm gonna go." Richie's tone sounded soft, defeated. It broke Eddie's heart to see him like this. "Yeah sure I'll go grab my keys-" Richie cut him off politely. "I'm just gonna walk. I think I wanna be alone right now. I'll call you later." Richie placed a hand on the back of Eddie's head pulling him close and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "OK. Be safe please."

"Where are we going?" You ask Stan who is driving and keeping silent. "You'll see. Um, go into the glove compartment a find the clear tape." You scrunch your eyebrows together. "You been stashing things in my glove compartment, Uris?" You found a clear tape and put it into the radio. Temptation by New Order flooded in through the speakers. A smile grew on your face as you turned the volume nob up. Stan looked over at you for a second just to see your growing smile. "I made you a tape and left it in here for the next time you complain that there's nothing good on the radio." A fit of giggles came from your mouth. "Stanley Uris made me a fucking mix-tape." You continued to laugh. It brought a smile, growing wider by the second, to see you so happy and blissful listening to your favorite music, a song he loved as well.

And I've never seen anyone quite like you before. No, I've never met anyone quite like you before.

Richie's emotions were confusing him now more than ever. He loved (Y/N). He truly did, but he just wasn't in love with her. Guilt consumes him every night before sleep and every time he sees you. He never wanted to hurt you. But when it comes to Eddie he's impulsive even a little reckless. Richie knew that he fucked up massively. Not only with you but with Stan and he even feels so with Eddie. He felt that if he just would have been honest with you before jumping into things with Eds maybe Eddie wouldn't have lost his best friend. He still couldn't wrap his head around how much of an idiot and a dick he was about Stanley. What in the fucking hell would lead him to believe that Stanley Uris of all people would fuck around with someone's feelings like that? He had already caused (Y/N) enough pain maybe he was trying to be a hero or something. Do something right for once, but of course, it was just another gigantic fuck up! Executed wonderfully by your very own Richie Tozier. Richie had noticed that he walked straight to the quarry. He picked up a stone and skipped it across the water.

Stan pulled the car over along where the road stopped and the tree's started. "Come on." Stan walked over to your side of the car and opened the door for you and held out his hand. You took his hand and walked beside him into the woods. "You trying to get me to some secret secondary location?" "What, you don't recognize where we're going?" You looked around a bit and shook your head. "Well, then I guess it will be a surprise." "I guess this is the day I get murder in the woods. Goodbye world you were never all that good to me but at least my murder is hot as hell." You almost couldn't see Stan's blush from how much he was laughing. You're hands brush as you walked close together. Stan felt a little nervous to take it, it's not like he hasn't held your hand before but right now he feels it holds so much more. 'Good' he thought to himself. 'It does mean more. Let it mean more.' He took your hand in his and warmth spread throughout the both of you. Just the two of you holding hands walking through the trees with Stan pointing out some birds to you, felt so blissful. At this moment you realized you had never felt this way with Richie. The two of you had a lot in common and play off each other well jokes and conversation-wise. But maybe that wasn't all a relationship needed. You had felt that's why Richie and you were so perfect together. Maybe this was finally the start to forgiving Richie and regaining some normalcy, realizing that maybe we weren't perfect or meant to be after all. If this is how Richie felt with Eddie you felt that you could somewhat understand why he was so in a rush to have it. It was scary how new this thing with Stan was yet how important it felt to you. You would go to the ends of the earth to protect what you had with Stan, no one in the world made you feel as safe and comforted as Stanley Uris. What Richie did, going behind your back, was in no way how he should've handled the situation. You let him into some of the most vulnerable spaces in your mind and life, entrusting him with your heart and your deepest thoughts, that you were his only person. That wasn't something easy to forgive, not something to easily recover from, especially having that trust broken with someone else with who you were very close. You may be happy and blissful at this moment, but you definitely knew the consequences of Richie's actions would come back to rear its ugly head sooner or later. But you believed that understanding was one of the first steps toward forgiveness. The more you walked the louder the sound of running water became. Soon you could even see the running water. You realized Stan had brought you to the barrens.'But why the barrens?' you thought to yourself. You reached the edge of the water and looked over to Stan. "C'mon" he grabbed your hand and stepped out onto a rock in the water. You did your best to follow, it finally dawns on you that you were headed toward the clubhouse.

When you got to the small clearing Stan went ahead and lifted the hatch to the small underground area where the losers used to hang out. "I've only been here a couple of times." You said as you climbed down the ladder. "Yeah, I guess we started hanging out other places more." Stan walked over to the hammock getting in. He smiled and reached his arms out like a little kid asking for a hug. You raised an eyebrow at him. "I know. I always feel like I'm gonna fall out of this thing, but it's safe I promise." "Okay," You say drawing out the word in a skeptical tone. You yelped as it wobbled and Stan gripped his arms around your waist as the hammock swung a little. "See, safe." You let out an amused huff and relaxed into Stan. Your back was pressed against his chest, both of your heads finding slightly uncomfortable spots in the crooks of the other's neck. "I remember one of the first times Eddie ever brought you to hang around with us was down here." Stan played with your hands in your lap. "I remember looking over and seeing you smiling, talking to Beverly. It was really hot out, your cheeks were pink. Richie gave you his shower cap and you, him, and Bill talked about comic books." You closed your eyes just listening to Stan talk softly into your hair. "Beverly came over to me when she noticed. She was joking around told me to stop staring, that it was rude. I hadn't even noticed that I was staring. I got nervous cuz, -hoping you didn't notice. You were so beautiful I couldn't help but stare." You blushed and let out a chuckle, your stomach filling up with butterflies. "I don't expect you to say back any time soon, and I in no means want to rush you, but I-" Stan paused, thinking about the impact of his words. He started to think maybe he should give you a little time, but then you leaned your head up to look at him. And when he looked down into your eyes there was no way stopping the words from falling out of his mouth. "I love you." The look in Stan's eyes was intoxicating, you could have stared in his eyes for the rest of both your lives, but instead, you brought your hand up to his jaw and tilted your head bringing yours and Stan's lips together. Equally as intoxicating as the look in his eyes. The two of you felt as if you were floating on clouds. Like you two were the only two people in the world. You pulled away and smiled, Stan pressed his forehead against yours. "I know" You and Stan laughed.

"Ok Rich. You just need to apologize. I'm sure they'll forgive you. They're your friends, basically your family." Richie walked back into town talking to himself. "And you hurt them and accused them of shitty things and now all your friends will hate you forever cuz you were a total dick and even their grandchildren will hate the name, Richie Tozier." Richie stopped for a second and groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his face under his glasses. He took a deep breath and continued walking.

Mike opened the door to Richie. "Hey man, come in." "Is Eds still here." "Yeah, he's in the living room. Rich," Mike put a hand on his shoulder. "He's worried about you. We all kinda are. There's been a lot going on with you four I just want to remind you that if you need someone to talk to we're all here for you buddy." "Thanks, man." Richie continues into the living room and sees Ben and Eddie talking. He breathes a sigh of relief, knowing how much it hurt Eddie that Ben wouldn't talk to him. They hugged and Ben got up off the couch and saw Richie. "I'm really sorry Richie. It was really rude to treat you like that-" Richie cut him off. "It's ok man really, I get it. She's your friend, I was a dick." "Yeah but you and Eddie are my friends too." "Well then what do you say Haystack," Richie extended out a hand. "Back to buds." Ben agreed and shook Richie's hand. Richie took a seat next to Eddie on the couch. "Hey, I'm glad your back I wanted to-" Richie leaned in and kissed Eddie. "As much as I love you and your adorable rambling I wanted to apologize." Eddie was suddenly very nervous. He thought to himself 'Shit this is it. He still loves Kassidy.' "Sure, Sure yeah. Umm a-about what Rich?" Richie took Eddie's hands in his fiddling with them out of nerves. "About everything. About not telling Kassidy. About not even being decent enough to break it off first so neither of you would get hurt. All of this would have been so much easier and nobody would've had to lose any friends. I'm just so sorry Eddie, I love you and I never wanted to hurt you like that." Eddie was so relieved to hear those words come out of Richie's mouth. He put a hand up to Richie's cheek and leaned to kiss him. "I love you too Richie." Richie chuckled in relief "Thank fuck."

You and Stan walked back to the car hand in hand. "So what do you wanna do now? " You leaned your back up against the car door "Oh I don't know maybe some more of this." Stan leaned himself against the car by his forearm and with his other hand lifted your chin, leaning down connecting your lips. You hummed against his lips. "Well, I do love doing that." "Do you want to go back to your place-" Stan pressed a small kiss on your neck "Watch a movie." "Shit!" Stan's head shot up. "I left my house keys at Bens." "We can sneak through your bedroom window." You push yourself off of the car, past Stan, and walked to the other side pulling your door open. "I don't wanna go back there either but with any luck, Richie won't be there." Stan groaned and got into the car.

You wrapped your knuckles on the door and Mike opened it with a smile. "I just forgot my keys." Mike let you in past him to the table where the keys sat. You quickly walked over to the table and grabbed your keys. Turning around back towards the door you catch Richie staring from the couch next to Eddie. For once you didn't feel the wind knocked out of you. But you couldn't say that the feeling of wanting to punch him had dulled any. You carried on toward the door when Richie called out your name. You sighed and banged your head on Mike's front door and contemplated for a second whether or not you should pretend you didn't hear him and keep walking. Apparently, you had stayed there a bit too long. Richie tapped two fingers on your shoulder. "I was just wondering if you would let me talk at you for a second. You don't need to say anything, or react in any way really-" You turned around and put your hands on his shoulders. He froze silent as you drew a deep breath. "I forgive you." It wasn't easy to say, you weren't even sure it was true. A part of you wanted to keep him dangling in wonder and guilt but you knew that you would eventually fully forgive him and the more you saw him moping around the more you would most likely enjoy watching him suffer for what he did. But if he just thought that you had forgiven him then maybe he would go back to his old trashmouth self and you all could move on.

Richie was taken by surprise, to say the least. He felt relief for a fleeting moment until he remembers Stan. "He's out in the car" He heard him speak softly. She somehow always knew what was going on inside his head, that's what made him think that she was so great, that they would be so great together. Against your better judgment, you grimaced and said, "I can give you five minutes. But he has the car keys so I can't promise he won't dive off on you." Richie threw his arms around you and squeezed you, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" "Yeah, sure get off me" He smiled at you, "Sorry." As Richie walked out the door he turned back to you, "He wouldn't drive off without his best girl." Richie started making trumpets sound in the tune of 'A Long Long Time' by Kitty Kallen and closed the door. You rolled your eyes as you and Mike laughed

Richie fell silent as he walked up to your car with Stan in the front seat. He raised his hand and tapped on the window. Stan kept his stare forward and locked the car door. Richie sighed. "Stan please." Richie heard the click of the car doors unlock and walked around to the other side and got in. "I'm so sorry. I was being a complete shit of a person and totally overreacted. I do care about her, I do! That's why I got so angry and it totally fucked up my judgment." Stan wasn't saying anything and it started to make Richie even more nervous. "I was angry and confused and I honestly don't know where all of that came from. That's not what I think of you at all, you gotta know that, Stan. You're one of my best friends and the best dude I know and I'm so sorry I said all of those things. I know I really fucked up." The two of them sat and stared out the windshield, Richie's leg bounced up and down from nerves until Stanley broke the silence. "I'm sorry too. That I turned my back on you. I couldn't understand how you had the most perfect girl right in front of you and seeing you hurt her made me angry too. I mean we all saw you and Eddie happening eventually, but I didn't think you two would go and do that. I love her and I guess I let that get in the way of our friendship." "I mean dude I don't really think I could blame you. I've seen the way she looks at you. It can make someone do stupid and crazy things." "Well then I guess that explains why you are so stupid and crazy," Stan laughed, "Eddie looks at you like that 24\7." Richie turned away laughing and hoped it hid the bright red flush on his cheeks. "I can't believe she actually forgave me." "Yeah me neither, to be honest." Stanley dead-panned. "Buuut," Stan took a calming deep breath, "If she can forgive you, then I guess I should too."

Eddie walked up to (Y\N) hesitantly as she was laughing with Mike. Mike saw Eddie and took that as his cue to leave, or rather to eavesdrop from the kitchen with Beverly, Ben, and Bill.

"Thanks for uh.. for forgiving Richie, he's been a wreck," Eddie said. "N-not that I've been fine! I-I feel completely terrible for what I did. But I mean I-I-I'm not trying to make you feel bad for me or anything. O-or for Richie. I just mean that we're both really sorry. I'm so, so very sorry (Y/N)." Eddie stammered through quickly. Man, do your shoes look mighty interesting at that moment. 'You forgave Richie why is it so hard to forgive Eddie. Maybe because we only gave Richie a premature apology so we could all get back to normal? Should I have to do that with Eddie too? Fuck that neither of them deserves it!' You fought back and forth with yourself in your head before finally looking up at Eddie. You took a deep breath, "I know...I-" Eddie cut you off "You don't have to." "I feel like I should." "You already kinda forgave Richie I know that's a big thing so you can hate me for as long as you need I deserve it." You smiled at Eddie and walked out of the house. Richie saw you walking towards the car and stepped out leaving the door open for you. You got in and leaned over to Stanley cupping the side of his face to bring him closer and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Stan started the car as you buckled. You tucked your legs up onto the seat and curled up to get comfy. Stan rests his hand over on one of your legs as you closed your eye

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years ago

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Canary, Part 6

First

Tim had been watching her out of the corner of his eyes for a long time. It wasn’t that he was trying to be creepy or anything, he just… didn’t know why she was there. It didn’t make sense. She was relatively low on funds according to what he and Oracle had dredged up, and even Tim in all his billionaire-ness recognized that this place was more expensive than average…

So, why had she come? It wasn’t even close to the motel she was staying at.

The vaguely paranoid -- cautious, he was cautious -- part of him worried that she had somehow known he was there, but there was no way she should have been able to know that. Hell, he hadn’t known he was going to this particular cafe until he’d gotten to work and realized that there were now cameras in the breakroom and his office to make sure he didn’t drink too much.

But, really, it seemed like she was just using the free wifi that the cafe provided to write up a resume.

He relaxed and sunk back in his chair with his laptop while he did his work.

… he didn’t get to work for long.

He picked up on the slight gravel of someone putting on a voice with ease. It was high and sweet, a voice he commonly heard from customer service workers. He chanced a look back at the barista and frowned when he saw her on her phone. Not her, then.

He looked around the tiny coffee shop and cringed a little when he realized what was going on. Shady guy approaches a woman who’s drinking coffee alone? Yeah, that’s never a good thing.

He pushed his laptop into his bag quickly, slung it over his shoulders, put the cap back on his coffee cup so the guy wouldn’t be able to tell that Tim had been there for a while, and rushed over.

He rested his hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Hey, bud, she said no.”

Tim watched both of them tense and their gazes were pulled to him in an instant.

Marinette glanced him up and down once. He watched her eyes lock onto his coffee cup for a second and he carefully turned his hand a little so she could see the name.

She smiled. “You’re late, Timmy. Don’t tell me you got caught up in another meeting?”

He shrugged innocently. “You know how it is.” Then, he split into a grin. “Maybe I should be the one that’s upset, though. Can’t believe you didn’t save me a spot.”

“I tried!” She whined. “He insisted!”

The man chuckled awkwardly. “I see. I’m sorry, I thought you were alone.”

She rolled her eyes. “I told you I wasn’t. Can you move, though?”

“Actually,” Tim said, because he didn’t want to sit in the window where Duke might happen to see him while on patrols. “There’s a free table back this way.”

Marinette tipped her head to the side a little before nodding. “Sure.”

She closed her laptop with a snap, gathered her things into her bag, and followed him back to his table.

That should have been the end of it. Unfortunately, the guy was still watching them. It looked like they weren’t going to be able to do work for a while if they wanted to keep up the pretense that they were friends.

She seemed to know it, too, because she sighed and rested her head on her hand with a small frown. “Guess we have to talk.”

He huffed. “Don’t have to sound so upset about it.”

“Alright. Fine.”

“Not sounding much more excited.”

She rolled her eyes and then brought a bright smile to her face. “Sure, Timmy, sounds great! Can’t wait to have a super fun conversation with you!”

“... nevermind. That’s weird. Why did that almost convince me? I knew it was fake.”

She let herself lean back in her chair, her face falling back to a slightly smug grin. “I’m Parisian,” she said simply.

Yeah. That made sense. Every Parisian Tim had had the (dis?)pleasure of meeting had had an almost unnerving amount of control over the way they presented their emotions.

He snickered. “Why the hell would you move here, then?”

She rolled her eyes. “Our psychopath was so boring. Like, dude, we get it, your wife died or whatever, that sounds like a you problem. Now, a guy deciding to become a jewel thief purely for the gimmick? Way more interesting.”

“Moral grayness is so twenty years ago,” Tim joked.

“Exactly! Give me dumbasses who are evil purely to be evil and good to be good!”

He grinned. “I can see why you like Harry Potter.”

She blinked.

He motioned to her cup. Scrawled across it in the barista’s messy handwriting was ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’.

She relaxed a little, grinning. “I just finished the books so I’m a bit obsessed. Also, every time I tell them that my name is Marinette they misspell it.”

“Don’t feel too bad, baristas are just like that. Heck, they’ve misspelled my name before.”

“... your name is Tim.”

“They spelled it with a y.”

“... why?”

“Yes. Exactly. A y.”

She giggled a little. “No, I mean why would they do that?”

“Oh. No clue. I hope they were just messing with me.”

The barista was wiping down the tables. It was nearing closing time and Marinette was feeling more and more sorry for the poor workers the longer they stayed. She knew that, when she had used to work at the bakery, she had always especially hated customers that were there around closing time.

Only two tables remained occupied.

She sighed when she glanced over and saw the guy was still there.

Oh well.

She looked over at Tim. “Care to walk me a few blocks in a random direction to see if we can get rid of him?”

“Certainly,” he said.

“‘Certainly’? I may not be super great with American customs yet but even I know that’s weird,” she teased.

He huffed a little. “Listen.”

“I’m listening.”

His nose scrunched. “No, wait, you weren’t supposed to call me out on the fact that I didn’t have an excuse.”

“Oh. Okay, we can try again.”

“Alright.” He cleared his throat. “Listen,” he said again, this time in a tone that mocked the one he’d said it in the first time.

Convenient. She was intent on mocking him, too: “I’m listening.”

“You’re the worst,” he complained.

She laughed. “I am so not. Joker exists.”

“You’re worse than him,” he said in his most serious voice.

She laughed harder. “No one is worse than him.”

He grinned. “I thought you liked people that were evil purely for being evil.”

“But he’s not,” she argued. “The man just decided one day that he liked the weird guy who dressed like a bat and figured that the best way to get that guy’s attention was to murder people.”

“Gotta admit, it works,” said Tim.

She shrugged, grinning. “Yeah, it does. Makes me wonder what would happen if the Big Bad Bat didn’t come, though.”

He tipped his head to the side slightly and then shrugged. “I don’t know, actually. He usually stops it in time.”

“I think he’d freak out.”

“Absolutely.”

She grinned and stretched lazily, head tipping back.

“He’s still following us, isn’t he?” Asked Tim.

“Yep,” she said, popping the ‘p’.

He groaned a little. “Great. Looks like we’re heading to the library.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You go to libraries? You could probably buy every ebook in existence and have a few billion left over.”

“One of my sisters works there, I can ask her to get rid of the guy,” he explained. “But I like libraries. There’s something quaint about them.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, it’s nice to see how the common folk live sometimes.”

He returned her eye roll. “Not like that. I spend a lot of time staring at screens, I have a special appreciation for regular old books.”

“That’s nice. I wish I had time to sit down with a physical copy like that.”

“You see, I have this genius strategy for making time: not taking care of myself.”

“Go on, this is intriguing.”

“Well, eating and sleeping, right? Everyone thinks they’re totally necessary things otherwise you’d die or whatever. But, listen, that’s just a hoax made up by the government to perpetuate capitalism.”

She nodded eagerly. “Totally totally totally. What’s your solution?”

“Coffee communism.”

“Yes, you should use your rich boy money to lobby Congress.”

He grinned. “I totally should. But I can’t run it by my family.”

“No way! You never know who's capitalist anymore, they could be plants placed by the sleep industry to ensure that you don’t go through with it.”

He gasped. “No! You think? My own family?!”

She nodded grimly. “It’s always the ones closest to you that betray you.”

And then he broke character, snickering behind his hand. She beamed.

They reached the library and he smiled as he held the door open for her. He asked her to wait while he talked to his sister and she waved him off casually, telling him to take his time.

She pulled out her phone and pressed her lips together thinly as she made a note to head over later that night to give the man -- Henry -- his money. She’d give him a little tip because, for a moment there, she’d almost forgotten that they were just acting. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to purposely trigger herself for the sake of believability but, hey, if she was going to try and dupe one of the smartest businessmen alive into talking to her, she needed to go all out.

Speaking of Tim, she updated the file of Tim’s favorite cafes plus the probabilities of him visiting each one. It was for his oldest brother, Richie Wayne. She didn’t know why Richie was the one to ask for it seeing as he spent most of his time in Bludhaven and therefore likely wouldn’t find much use in it, but no one ever really knew why Richie Wayne did anything. The man famously had almost as much cotton between his ears as his father.

But, Richie Wayne was also just as rich as his father, so… she’d give him his file later that night after checking her math with her favorite graphing calculator.

A redhead in a wheelchair rolled past Marinette and she absently held the door open for her, only to be surprised when she cursed out Henry.

She watched as Henry held his hands up and started backing away from the woman in the wheelchair, and then he ran down the nearest alley.

(… she’d give Henry a bigger tip. The man had just wanted a tiny side job to help pay for his wife and kids that wasn’t being a henchman, he didn’t deserve this.)

She opened the door for the woman on her way back inside and mumbled her thanks. The woman nodded once and continued on her way.

Marinette leaned back against the wall again and scrolled through Twitter as she waited for Tim to reappear. Apparently, Poison Ivy was already back in Arkham. Something about an intern at the botanical gardens watering plants wrong. Wild.

Marinette felt someone sidle up beside her and, after a quick glance confirmed that it was Tim, pocketed her phone.

He smiled at her, a tote bag over his shoulder.

“Did you go grocery shopping while I wasn’t looking, somehow?”

He hesitated before holding it out to her. “It’s the French dubs of the Harry Potter movies.”

She blinked as the bag was thrust into her hands and looked down at it. Yep, that was Harry Potter in French. She also, vaguely, noted the tiny slip of paper his phone number scrawled across it.

She slung the bag over her shoulder.

“I’m never going to return these. You’re going to rack up so much debt.”

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NightwingsAss9384: does anyone know why nightwing and canary hate each other?

ScareCrane: She stabbed Batman once on accident and somehow got away with blaming it on him

Daylightwing: She refuses to let B adopt her.

RiddleMeThis: They think it’s funny when their stans fight.

SignalOfficial: They said ‘I’m the only flippy bitch allowed in New Jersey’ and have been fighting ever since

Yummmmmm: He has to or else Robin will get jealous because he’s the only stabby sibling allowed

Oracle: They’re fighting over who gets to change their name to ‘The Dodo’ first.

DeadHood: Nightwing is jealous that Canary was the first one of us to think to have a full-on bird mask.

TheBetterCanary: every time i go into the batfam tag to try and avoid them all i see is his fancams

SpoilerAlert: they’re both convinced that they’re the hottest bachelor/bachelorette in gotham

NightwingsAss9384: im beginning to think no ones going to tell me.

BlackBat: :)

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toyboy-molloy · 4 years ago

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reddie + practice date

These were the best nights, when it was just the two of them, Richie and Eddie, snuggled together under a large blanket watching their favourite childhood movies together. It was rare they got to do this anymore, what with Richie being busy with his comedy and Eddie meeting with lawyers finalising his divorce; they made a pact to always set aside at least one day for each other, like the old days. Best of friends.

They were halfway through The Princess Bride when Eddie began to get rather fidgety, occasionally glancing up at his friend. Richie was engrossed in the classic, shoving popcorn into his mouth every now and again. After a little while, Eddie cleared his throat nonchalantly.

“Hey, Rich?” Almost instantly, Richie sat forward and paused the movie, focusing his full attention onto Eddie. The other man was sidetracked by the action, frowning in confusion, “what did you do that for?”

"Eds, I’ve known you for years. I know you wouldn’t interrupt this unless it was something legit,” he smiled at the look on Eddie’s face when he mentioned his hated childhood nickname. He ruffled his hair playfully, “remember when we were fifteen and I said Westley was hot and you threatened to cut my dick off?”

"Oh, yeah,” Eddie mumbled, flushing slightly at the memory; he’d neglected to mention it had more to do with jealousy than anything else. Nevertheless, he continued somewhat nervously, “I just wondered, do you think it’s too soon for me to start...dating again?”

Richie had been dreading this conversation. Of course Eddie would want to start dating the second he was out and proud and free of his ex-wife. He wanted to say ‘no’, tell Eddie that he was wasting his time and he’d never fin anyone worthy of him, but even he knew that was selfish. Eddie was his oldest and dearest friend, he deserved the truth.

“that’s not my say, dude. Only you can say when you’re ready.”

“I think I’m ready,” Eddie contemplated, chewing his bottom lip. Richie had to look away, he was just too damn cute, “the thing is, I’ve never dated a guy before.”

“You’ll be fine,” Richie smiled tightly, trying not imagine Eddie on a date with some other man. He shook his head, “I can’t imagine there’s anyone out there who wouldn’t want to date you.”

Eddie looked up at him, his big eyes wide and hopeful, “would you go on a date with me?” Richie stared down at him in shock, his mouth agape. Before he could open his mouth, however, Eddie was speaking again, practically begging his stunned friend, “please, just so I know what to expect. I haven’t been on a date in years. I don’t know what I’m doing. Please, Richie.”

Jesus, he was so fucked. Richie wasn’t sure his heart could handle helping Eddie prepare to woo other men. But he couldn’t say no to him. Rolling his eyes, he shrugged, “sure, I’ll bro date you. I’ll sweep you off your feet with bromance, man.”

“Really?” At Richie’s affirming nod, Eddie flung himself at him, wrapping his arms around his neck, “thank you, Richie. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he pulled away, smiling, “you don’t have to go overboard, though.”

“No, no, you want a run through of what a real date will be like, you’re getting one,” if this was his only chance, Richie wasn’t about to ruin it. He held his hand out and Eddie took it, the two of them shaking on their agreement, “never let it be said Richie Tozier doesn’t know know how to treat a guy. I’m gonna spoil you like any dude worthy of you should.”

“Wow, I’m already a little wooed,” Eddie chuckled and settled back into his seat to resume the movie, cuddling up to Richie. Oh I haven’t started yet, Richie thought with a smirk as he pressed play.

They set a date for the weekend. Eddie had expected to be nervous but as the week drew to a close, he was more excited than anything. Richie told him he’d booked a fancy-ish restaurant and to wear ‘something pretty’. He rolled his eyes at the text but he couldn’t help but smile as he found his favourite suit - the smart blue ensemble he’d worn to Ben and Bev’s wedding reception (Richie had made one or two drunken comments about how good he’d looked that night).

Saturday night came quicker than he’d expected and Eddie found himself pacing frantically in front of his mirror, checking his watch. Richie had gone out hours ago, refusing to tell him where he was going only that he expected Eddie to be ready when he got back. He almost sprinted to the front door when he heard the doorbell chime. Eddie skidded to a halt and tugged on his jacket, taking a deep breath as he opened the door. He greeted by the largest bouquet of flowers he’d ever seen.

“Eddie Spaghetti,” a voice said from behind the flowers, “special delivery.”

“I said not to go overboard,” Eddie took the flowers, unable to stop smiling as he thought about Richie purchasing them, just to make him smile, “but thank you, they’re gorgeous.”

“Don’t get used to it. Most guys won’t make the effort,” Richie adjusted his glasses nervously, watching as Eddie placed the flowers on the kitchen table. And he was wearing the suit that had nearly made him confess everything all those months ago. He didn’t think he’d be lucky enough to get away with it again. He’d been so distracted by staring at Eddie he hadn’t noticed the other man staring at him intently. When Eddie didn’t say anything for a moment or two, Richie glanced down at his own floral-patterned red suit self-consciously, “what?”

Eddie shook his head, blushing, “nothing, sorry, you look amazing.”

Richie blushed, too, lost for words. He offered his arm to Eddie and led him outside towards the car that was waiting for them. Eddie recognised the driver as Steve, Richie manager, who’d clearly been bribed into doing Richie this favour. He mumbled a greeting and set off for the restaurant. Their conversation was casual and pleasant and Eddie found himself relaxing, enjoying himself. By the time they reached their destination, Eddie was holding Richie’s hand like they’d been doing it for years.

“A risk analyst?” Richie said enthusiastically, leaning over to swipe another fry from Eddie’s plate, “that sounds so interesting. What does that involve?”

Eddie smiled, “nice try but I’ve been informed my job’s rather boring. I’m more keen to hear about you being a comedian. I just can’t picture it.”

“Eds, baby, you wound me,” Richie playfully clutched at his heart, pouring himself another glass of wine as Eddie chuckled cutely. He didn’t expect to be enjoying himself as much as he was. He didn’t want the night to end, “if you must know, I’m very famous and hilarious. Not to mention modest.”

“I’ll have to look out for your stuff,” Eddie said with a smirk; he was starting to have fun with their little game. Something in the back of his mind was telling him it wasn’t going to be like this with anyone else but he ignored it. Instead, he watched Richie peruse the dessert menu, “if I can remember your name.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure you remember my name,” he said with a wink, snapping the menu shut. Eddie swallowed, taking an urgent sip of his wine. Richie seemed oblivious to his predicament, offering him the dessert menu, “I’m gonna get the chocolate cake.”

Eddie nodded, opting for the banana split. They always shared desserts anyway. The conversation turned casual again as they pretended to ask about each other’s family, hobbies and interests. Eddie ‘learned’ that Richie liked doing impressions and voices, even if he wasn’t that good at them. Their desserts arrived and they naturally halved portions, sharing without asking.

“Okay, real talk,” Richie said, waving a forkful of chocolate cake around as he spoke, “if this was a legit date-date, like not practice or anything, would you let me smash?”

Eddie paused, his own chocolate cake sitting forgotten at the end of his own spoon, “what?”

“I’m just saying, what are my chances here?” Richie said with a shrug, leaning back in his chair confidently. Eddie folded his arms, preparing to lie through his teeth.

“Well, you’ll have to work a little harder than this,” he gestured at their table, “I’m not easy,” he watched as a smile spread across Richie’s face. He waited until Richie was tucking into his dessert again before deciding to torture him a little bit, “but you’re cute, I’ll give you that.”

“You think I’m cute?”

Eddie gave a minute shrug, nonchalantly scooping a helping of banana split onto his spoon before popping it into his mouth, “I wouldn’t kick you out of bed.”

The sight of Richie’s dumbstruck gaping expression was incredibly satisfying and Eddie was going to carry it with him forever.

The walk home was nice. The night air was light and gentle but Eddie was too busy concentrating on how big Richie’s hand felt in his. He’d been the perfect date, offering him his coat as they began their walk back to the flat. They’d been walking in silence for a little while, just enjoying each other’s company. But Richie was never one for being quiet for too long.

“so, how did I do?”

“Very well,” Eddie said honestly, squeezing Richie’s hand in reassurance, “I had a great time. I don’t remember the last time I went out and just had fun. Thank you,” he looked up at Richie, smiling warmly, “I really needed this.”

He nodded once, turning away. They were almost home when Richie spoke again, “did you wish I was anyone else?”

“No,” Eddie said honestly, smiling almost sadly, “I don’t think I’d have a good time with anyone else. Which was kind of the whole point really,” they reached their apartment building and Eddie followed Richie to their front door. He was deep in thought, his fears coming back as they reached their home, “it will be different with someone else. I just hope it’s...good different.”

“Yep,” was all Richie said. He immediately headed for the fridge, grabbing the bottle of wine and downing several gulps. Eddie just stood in the doorway, ringing his hands nervously. He wanted to tell Richie he didn’t want anyone else, that everything he’d ever wanted was standing right in front of him trying to drink himself to death. Richie suddenly span around, a desperate look on his face, “hey, you know what would be funny?”

Eddie blinked, confused at the sudden change in Richie’s attitude, “what?”

“If you, like, never meet anyone for real and we keep doing this? Just going out on dates all casual and shit. Wouldn’t that be nuts?”

“What, nothing changes?” Eddie questioned incredulously, moving towards Richie. The other man nodded frantically, replacing the wine bottle on the kitchen side. Eddie folded his arms, “we just keep going on these ‘bro dates’?”

“I’d love that,” thankfully Richie was slightly drunk and Eddie always knew when he was lying if he’d had a drink. He raised an eyebrow, smiling at the cute flush in Richie’s cheeks, “for totally non-selfish reasons, I’d love that.”

Eddie nodded, stepping that little bit closer, “I’d change one thing, though.”

“Yeah, like, like what?”

And Eddie kissed him. Richie, shocked as he was, kissed back with all the enthusiasm of a drunk guy reciprocating his feelings, his hands fumbling to hold Eddie close. The separated when it became apparent that Richie was crying.

“S-sorry,” he sniffed, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his suit. Eddie batted his hands away, gently wiping Richie’s eyes himself...which just made him cry even more, “I just- I legit thought you...you wanted someone better.”

“I think I’d die single if that was the case,” Eddie smiled, his own tears beginning to escape. He pulled Richie into a hug, leaning up to kiss his forehead, “I love you.”

Richie mumbled something that sounded a lot like ‘I love you too’ into his shirt. They stayed there in the kitchen, holding each other and swaying slightly as Eddie hummed a calming tune. They were going to be okay.

#I didn't mean for this to get so emotional. but richie cries when it gets A Lot #richie x eddie #reddie #eddie x richie #reddie fanfic #my writing

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yikestripes · 4 years ago

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Dirty Little Secret

a/n: pennywise taunting richie tozier or epic song title by the all american rejects? that is for you to decide, my pretties. (jokes on me it’s not even an IT imagine it’s a crim imagine heheeeee)

here you go, @hommoturttle !! i had a much easier time writing this than i thought i would LMAO. i really hope you like it!!!

You should have known that going to a party at Rossi’s was going to involve not only alcohol, but the relaxed atmosphere that you never got to experience with your co workers, let alone your supervisor. At Rossi’s, although you mostly referred to the others by last name out of habit, if you slipped and called him Aaron he didn’t bat an eye. Not only that, but flirting back and forth was not un-welcomed either. As a matter of fact, he initiated sometimes. Hotch took another sip of his beer before laughing at something Morgan said.

“Okay okay, we have to try that some time!” Morgan was saying to Prentiss, in regards to some wild drinking game she had been telling everyone about. Hotch was laughing at how eager Morgan was to play a drinking game. It didn’t exactly come as a surprise to you, but then again, nothing really did with this group of people.

“I’d LOVE to try that,” Garcia purred, mostly to Derek. Derek raised an eyebrow, but grinned in her direction.

“Dear God, Woman.” He said. Garcia rested her hand on his forearm and wiggled her eyebrows, causing the table to break out in more laughter. These were the moments you lived for, being able to see your teammates so relaxed.

You chugged the last few sips of your Twisted Tea and made your way to the kitchen to grab another. When you returned, the conversation had taken a sharp turn, and you couldn’t believe your ears as you approached the table.

“That’s a KINK?” Derek asked, incredulous. Hotch choked on his beer and poor Reid just looked confused.

“Oh yeah, baby. It’s actually quite popular.” Garcia grinned, inching slightly closer to Morgan. He took it in stride, grinning back.

“Well, we’ll just have to see about that.” He said in a low voice.

“Alright alright, where in the HELL did kinks come up?” You asked, sitting beside Hotch.

“Well, first we were talking about that drinking game, and then we started talking about how the different types of alcohol can cause different reactions in certain people, which led to the discussion of how tequila makes Prentiss cry and makes Garcia, um, more sexual, and then we started talking about things of, uh, that nature.” Reid looked more uncomfortable the more he recited. You shook your head and took a long drag from your drink.

“Ooh, you know another wild kink? Bondage.” Prentiss said, her eyes wide. Derek grinned and Reid made up some excuse to go to the kitchen, Rossi following closely behind him.

“Alright little miss, you’re pretty quiet.” Penelope turned her attention to you, causing your own eyes to widen. “What’s your dirty little secret?” She grinned evilly.

“Uh, I don’t really have any.” You said, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. An obvious tell that you were lying. Being surrounded by profilers was suddenly worse than usual, and all eyes were on you.

“Bullshit, (Y/N)!” Derek said with a laugh. “Everyone has somethin. Come on, I'll share if you do.” He looked at you over his glass, raising his eyebrows, begging the question.

You looked to Hotch to save you, but he looked away, cheeks pinkening.

Interesting. You thought to yourself. He’s hiding something too.

“Come on, out with it!” Garcia pushed.

“Uhh… roleplay, I guess.” You said in a small voice, taking a few more sips of your tea.

This seemed to satisfy Garcia and Morgan, as they began discussing Derek’s sadism kink.

“That seems pretty on par, don’t you think?” Hotch’s voice said beside you. You looked at him and raised your eyebrows. “Morgan’s, that is.” He said quickly, realizing what you were thinking.

“Yeah, it sounds about right. Did Penelope happen to share hers while I was in the kitchen?”

“Yeah, the same as Derek.” You giggled a little bit, starting to feel the alcohol take effect. Spencer and Rossi returned, having cleaned up the entire kitchen in the time it took for the conversation to finally move forward.

Some time had gone by, and Rossi had retired to bed.

“If you can’t think straight, you can’t drive. Help yourself to a bedroom.” Rossi said, holding his hands up in surrender as he retreated up the stairs. Reid had gone home a little while ago, complaining of a raging headache. Alcohol sometimes had that effect on him, so it definitely wasn’t the first time that had happened. JJ couldn’t make the party since it was her only night off and she wanted to spend some family time with Will and Henry. That left you, Hotch, Prentiss, Morgan, and Garcia.

“So, Hotch, how does it feel to know the sexual history of not only your friends, but your employees?” Derek grinned, raising his eyebrows again.

“Well, it’s different. I thought I knew you pretty well before, Morgan, but now I know you a little too well.” Hotch laughed a little, a rare sound.

Morgan shrugged, moving a sleeping Penelope slightly.

“I guess I should get her up to bed, she’s starting to drool.” As he said that, a small snore came from Garcia. Morgan frowned as he guided Penelope upstairs, who was complaining about how she wasn’t sleeping, she was just resting her eyes. Morgan shut the door behind them, leaving behind just you, Hotch, and Prentiss.

“Well,” Prentiss slurred. “How about another round?” She tried to stand up, but began swaying. Hotch grabbed her arm before she almost toppled onto the floor.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, guiding her to another room in Rossi’s endless mansion. You picked at the skin around your nails, something still bothering you. Although you’d shared your sexual preference, Hotch never really commented on it; he was clearly thinking along the same lines as you. Could you possibly get him to admit it? Technically you were alone now. A small, evil grin crossed your features as he descended the stairs, rejoining you in the dining room. You were about 4 Twisted Teas in, and all your inhibitions had been successfully lowered. Hiding your crush on Hotch was at the back of your mind, if it was on your mind at all.

“So,” You began, scanning Hotch. He raised his eyebrows as he took a couple gulps of his beer. “You never told us what your kink was, Mr. Hotchner.” He grimaced slightly.

“No, I didn’t.” He said, his voice even.

“Mmm.” You hummed into the quickly emptying bottle. “You can tell me. I won’t share.” You cocked an eyebrow, encouraging him.

“And how do I know that?” He said, lowering his voice as he inched a little closer.

“You’ll just have to trust me.” He scanned your face for a moment to gauge how truthful you were being, and ultimately decided you were being truthful.

“Alright, I’ll bite. Remember what you said, about roleplaying?” He asked. You nodded. He sat back and smiled a little, without another word. Now your attention was piqued.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Your faces were so close, you could close the gap and be kissing him in mere seconds.

“Hmm, now that is interesting.” You said, resting your hand on his thigh. He didn’t move and you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Your eyes flicked down to his lips and back up to his eyes, and he closed the gap. You were kissing Aaron Hotchner. You kissed back excitedly, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth a little bit before breaking away for some air.

“You need to go to bed.” Hotch said with a small laugh as you pouted.

“Why?” You asked, sounding more like a small child instead of a grown adult.

“Because, you’re drunk.”

“Am not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Am not!”

Hotch took a few steps back.

“Walk over here without tripping.” It sounded so much easier than in practice, because you immediately tripped and fell into his arms. You melted at his touch and he helped you stand up, raising his eyebrows as if to say “I’ve made my point”. Before you could process what was happening, Hotch picked you up bridal style and headed up the stairs, plopping you down on a bed. He turned to leave when he felt a hand grab his wrist.

“Stay.” You whispered, looking up at him, your eyes sparkling. Hotch glanced from you to the door, weighing his options. He ultimately decided that it was safer to stay, he didn’t feel drunk, but he wasn’t exactly sure how many beers he’d had since arriving 6 hours ago. Granted, he had eaten, but there was no telling what could happen.

He laid down beside you, as you laid your head on his chest, allowing his steady heartbeat to put you to sleep. He kissed your head and drifted off himself.

The next morning, you woke up in the spare room by yourself, to the sound of people shuffling downstairs. Your head was aching, but from what you could tell, you didn’t throw up the previous night. You didn’t even feel nauseous; you even felt hungry.

“Thank God.” You muttered to yourself. Throwing up was by far the worst part of a hangover, and you’d managed to avoid it. You considered that a win. You threw a hoodie on and made your way downstairs; Prentiss looked a little pale, and was drinking water sip by sip. Clearly, she hadn’t been so lucky. Hotch stood by the island, drinking coffee and chatting with Rossi. He glanced over at you and sent you a quick wink before returning to his conversation with Rossi. You smiled to yourself and kept your dirty little secret, and his, to yourself.

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anasticklefics · 4 years ago

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The First of Many

Fandom: It

Characters: The Losers Club

Summary: Mike wakes up tangled up in his friends.

A/N: AU where everything’s fine and they all remember each other and get to be dumb teenagers together. Also I miss summer and friends and being young and not in a pandemic. Now I’m just old and boring and have a constant headache :/

Warning: Alcohol and drug mention

Words: 950

On disorienting, hazy summer mornings toward the middle of their teenage years, the Losers would wake up tangled in each other; hot, hungover, still somewhat high, with the sun peeking through blinds and curtains onto someone’s eyelid, causing an echo of groans to spread around the room. Mike remembered it so clearly, those early years when slowly shedding off their innocence was something exciting and not self destructive. It was mostly Richie’s house, or Bill’s, unless he could see Georgie’s ghost too clearly. Then it was always Richie’s, just spacious enough for them all to squeeze onto his way too big bed which he’d begged his parents to get for his sweet 16.

Mike could remember that one particular morning when rare summer rain was pattering against the window and they all felt colder, despite it still being unbearably hot with seven people sleeping so close. Maybe he’d held onto those details for dear life because recalling smell and sensation was always more powerful than just a blur of sequences, but he could distinctly remember the subtle smell of sweat mixed with the gum and mouthwash they’d all made sure to take before entering the Tozier household at 5 in the morning. Mike could tell it was way too early for him to wake up, but something had pulled at his mind, and he’d blinked blearily at Bill’s face laying way too close to his.

Maybe it was the rain, the clouds, the way the room was still dark, but the sound of cars driving by mixed with the occasional bird song that was refusing to give up. Even children, screaming somewhere in the distance as Mike blinked, trying to focus his gaze on Bill, because a sleeping Bill was too precious to miss out on and almost never something he saw. Mike was known for sleeping through most things, Bill through nothing.

Even in his sleep he didn’t look relaxed, Mike recalled, but something about the way he was lying with his head tucked against Mike’s shoulder, one hand on Richie’s neck, who was sleeping between them with his own cheek resting on Mike’s abdomen, made it seem as if he knew he was safe, that boy who was always on guard. Beverly had her face pressed into his shoulder blades, with Ben timidly curled up beside her, their feet tangled, all of them connected.

Mike glanced down at Richie and found him blinking at him, so groggy Mike nearly laughed. Eddie was tucked against Mike’s side, his arm slung over his waist and fingertips touching Richie’s shoulder. Mike caught the moment Richie noticed and tried to hide the smirk that always tried to force its way onto his face whenever he noticed Richie marvelling at something Eddie did. They’d not had that conversation yet and Mike wasn’t going to force it.

Beside Eddie lay Stan, his face closer to Mike’s than he’d anticipated, lying on the side with his knee against Eddie’s back. All clinging to Mike and Bill, in a way. Maybe it was a metaphor, but he’d not thought of it that way back then. He’d simply realized he’d needed to use the bathroom and was quite honestly incapable of doing so without waking them all.

“I need to pee,” he told Richie who blinked at him again.

“Hmm?” he said, way too loudly and making Bill stir.

“Shhh.” Mike, both of his hands free, reached out to touch his head. “Be quiet. They’re sleeping.”

Richie glanced back at Eddie. “What time is it?” Still talking slightly too loudly, but Mike couldn’t blame him since he was definitely still half asleep.

“Hell if I know,” he replied, glancing at Bill. “Too early. I need to piss.”

“Well, good luck with that.” Richie turned to grin at him before making a show out of nuzzling into his belly, which was bare. Mike had no idea where he’d lost his shirt, but he seemed to have been the only one to have undressed. Maybe that would’ve once embarrassed him, but it didn’t anymore.

What did embarrass him was the sound that left his mouth as Richie pressed his face, stubble, nose, even hair, which was quite long, against his skin. He hadn’t expected it to tickle, but something about being trapped, sleepy and desperate seemed to have made him more sensitive, and Richie had gone directly for the kill without realizing.

The sound hadn’t been quiet either.

Mike remembered Richie realizing what was happening and promptly being awake enough to do it again and again, and when Mike tried to stop him he found it hilarious to use his fingers, too, wiggling over warm and vulnerable skin. Mike remembered the rest of the Losers waking, one by one, all blinking and groaning and complaining and ultimately attacking Richie to get him to stop. Mike remembered Bill holding Richie down so that Mike could climb out of the pile to finally go to the bathroom.

It was funny, in a way, how he could remember details such as the way Bill’s mouth had curved upon realizing why Mike was giggling, how Eddie had been the grumpiest at being woken up, how Ben had laughed at it all way after Mike had returned to the room, giddy on whatever was still in his system.

But he couldn’t really remember if they’d gone back to sleep, and if so, if he’d been in between them all again, the morning interlacing with all the other mornings they’d spent like that, giggly and tickly after realizing this was a weakness they all shared. It had just been the first of many, special but ultimately not the most memorable one.

Funny how that worked.

#tickling #ticklish!mike #it fic #the losers club #it #tickle fic #mine #ana's fics #the first of many

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love-we-write · 4 years ago

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Eccedentesiast

Character: RichyxMC (ambiguous platonic or romantic) Genre: Hurt/Comfort? Friendship/Romance? Unbeta-ed mess is for certain Words: 4,188 Summary: Richy is used to being known to be able to bring a little bit of comical sunshine to everybody’s gloom. He’s just not used to letting anyone know that he’s burning behind that light. But then, you appeared in his life. Potential T/W: mentions of panic attacks A/N: Done in conjunction with the Duskwood Secret Santa event~! Dear @anatomical-myocardium, Merry Christmas to you~! Sorry this took so long to post, I swear my laptop crashes on me at the most inconvenient time sometimes. I hope I did this justice as a gift to you, and I hope you like it, just as I absolutely love your gift to me~! Have a safe and happy Christmas~! ❤️ ❤️

And with a renewed vow to write anything and everything that I want to write without minding if it’s a game, or an anime, or an anime game, or Kpop, here we go~! ❤️ ❤️

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Richy is most known by his friends and all the Duskwood residents for his carefree nature, and he is very much aware of this.

With his small group of friends, he has been the joker of the group longer than memory can serve, always light-hearted with that small touch of dry humor to help liven up the mood. From their weekly battle of Doodle Friends to their catch up session at Aurora’s, all seven of them look to Richy to brighten their days with his quick-witted comebacks and his lame jokes that gets even Lily - ever the serious one - to chuckle.

At his job, his bright personality makes him one of the select few who could talk to Alfie without unnerving the boy, and from greeting old ladies who pass by his shop to chatting away with his customers while he repairs their cars, everyone does not have qualms to admit that Richy’s easy-going nature is his most admirable trait, a warm relaxing ray of sunshine that comes out and give others a bit of cheer on their gloomy days.

Richy knows that his ability to not take things too seriously gives comfort to his friends.

Richy knows this, knows it in the way Jessy thanks him for being there for her when she is frustrated with how Dan is treating her affections, knows it in the way Thomas looks at him silently yet gratefully when he brought them to Aurora’s and filled them with a copious amount of beers and stupid jokes for a self-proclaimed “pity party” after Thomas’ fight with Hannah.

He knows it during the wake of Hannah’s absence when Thomas is on the verge of breaking down, and when Jessy fought with Cleo over how to handle the investigation, Lilly had reached out to him in the middle of the night, quiet words of “I feel like you’re the only one keeping this group together,” mumbled into the phone in between sniffles.

Richy knows he is most known for his easy-going personality, and he is used to it.

He is also used to that horrible feeling of uselessness constantly haunting him in the deep dark solace of his mind. That sinking in his stomach, the heaviness settling in his core as he contemplates whether he has anything worthwhile at all anything good to offer to this world, the constant feeling that he doesn’t have anything at all. It is a dark void spanning the crevasse of his mind that comes up in his solitude, whispering that he is not good enough, that he does not deserve grief and his fear is only going to burden his loved ones.

Because who is he to voice out his sadness and anguish when everybody else has so much on their plate already? Who is he to want to cry at Jessy to look at him, just LOOK AT HIM WHO HAS BEEN THERE FOR YOU when she is heartbroken herself. What right does he have to voice out his grief, his guilt at being the first one to come to Hannah’s house but still unable to save her anyway? What right does he have to say these things, when he only had lost a friend while Thomas lost a girlfriend and Lilly a sister?

What right does he have?

So, Richy does what he does best. He smiles. He jokes. And he hides. He stopped trying to figure out the line inside him where his smile ends and his fear starts. To him, they all bleed together.

Richy is used to being known to be able to bring a little bit of comical sunshine to everybody’s gloom. He’s just not used to letting anyone know that he’s burning behind the light.

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But then, you appeared in his life. You with your contagious kindness, you who are the one person who does not have any personal stakes with Hannah in this investigation but still decided to help out of the sheer good in your heart.

Richy sometimes thought that you were highly naive when you said that them getting your number and bringing you in this group must have meant that there is something that you could do instead of just seeing it as it is; an ominous invitation from an unknown hacker. However, that thought of your naivete is blown out of the water when he witnessed your bright-eyed curiosity and your sharp perception.

‘You like Jessy, don’t you?’ you had texted him out of the blue during one of your conversations when during the first few days after you appeared in their lives.

Richy swore he almost dropped his phone in his coffee when he read your text. No one has ever picked up on his one-sided affections towards Jessy, not even their group, not even Jessy herself who has been his close friend.

He has always been wary of you when Thomas first invited you in. A stranger whose number was given to them by another stranger seemed to Richy like a well-timed disaster waiting to explode in their faces. Richy liked to think of himself as neutral when it comes to matters of your involvement; skeptical enough to not be desperate as Thomas but to the point of hostility that Lilly has shown.

But with your eagle-eyed intuition, Richy realized he had to be extra careful with himself around you.

‘Uh, gotta go. Coffee’s about ready and I need that caffeine injection for my sanity, in case some more shit happens around here, haha,’ he had typed quickly, adding in several emojis in succession for some good measure. He puts the phone face down almost immediately, as if that would help distract him from your reply, and busies himself with work.

‘That’s okay. Coffee sounds like a great idea. The next time you want to subtly avoid having uncomfortable conversations about yourself, I have a list of ideas :D,’ was your reply to him when he checked his phone during his break.

Mirth bubbles up in Richy, a feeling of familiarity and comfort fizzing up in him like downing cold soda on a hot summer day. Richy chuckles towards his phone, seeing as you really did provide him with a list of excuses to make to get out of conversation, each item sillier than the previous one.

Your entrance into his and the way Richy felt you seeing through to him feels like a breath of fresh air.

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‘Richy, hi.’

Richy smiles, looking at his phone vibrated on the countertop as he is pouring his third cup of coffee for the day. Seems like the weekend is as good as any for him to gather his thoughts to himself, to compartmentalize his feelings away from the crowd, but the texts from you over the days is a welcome distraction.

From asking him about Jennifer Manson, to asking him about the phone call he made on the day of Hannah’s disappearance, to random conversation about your favorite movies or music, messages from you have become something he looks forward to daily. He found himself slowly thinking more and more of you; whether you are okay, what you have been doing among other things

‘Now, what more information does my lady seek from me?’ he types quickly, anticipating as the three dots beside your name blinks back at him.

‘Good sir, is it such a crime if I just want to inquire about your day? :(’

Richy would be lying if he said that his heart did not skip a few beats over those words.

‘Our previous conversations would indicate that you always would have things to ask me after you know about how my day went, so out you go. :D’

It feels nice to see you playing along with his jokes.

‘Cleo told me you fought with your dad?’

Ah.

Not information about Hannah’s disappearance then. Which, to him, is much much easier to divulge.

‘That girl is going to get into trouble one day over how much she’s eavesdropping.’

‘I know. But more importantly, are you okay?’

Are you okay? Wow, Richy thinks as he stares at his idle phone. A simple question, but look at how he is struggling to answer. So he quickly typed in.

‘I’m okay, don’t worry, haha. Listen, the cat outside my apartment is literally meowing my window panes down, I better go check up on it before it eats itself,’ Richy began typing his response, as if him staring down the digitized letters will give him some form of epiphany over what the best course of action is.

Excuse #12 from that ridiculous list that you gave him from weeks ago. From feeding non-existent stray cats outside his house to a car needing their tires changed, it quickly became an inside understanding between the two of you that this is a signal that he does not want to talk about it.

But, inside, he wants to talk about it. Wants to talk to you about how this fight is a series of continuous disagreements between him and his father over how to run the family’s garage. Wants to talk about how this garage is not what he envisioned doing in his adult year, that he has no interest whatsoever in running the family’s business. How he had wanted to be a photographer, but was forced to run the garage by his dad to continue the family business.

And how each time his father berates him over the losses their garage suffered due to the new competing garage in town, he feels a slight vendetta to bring up that he is never interested in what happens in this garage but is only doing it for his father.

He has long perfected the art of hiding anything of him that isn’t polished and brightened, so when you picked it up immediately, he felt flustered. Flustered because he doesn’t know what to do when faced with the idea of someone perceptive as you catching his vulnerabilities that he is ashamed of. But, also flustered with the fact that he feels a small sense of comfort that someone took time to notice the small things about him, and that deep inside, he feels some small part of him wanting to reach back out.

For now, he just added a bunch of cheerful emojis for good measure and hits send.

He wants to talk about it. He wants to.

‘You know, I don’t expect you to exhaust that list so quickly. I would have thought it’d be good for at least 2-3 months.’ came your reply.

‘I worry about you, Richy.’

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And it is true, you are worried for him. It has been close to three weeks since you first got added into this strange group, and if truth be told, you would never have thought that you’d be as invested as you are now. You could not deny that Jessy and Richy were two of the friends you never thought that you would care for as much as you did. You know that Jake had warned you over the group, and you ARE a bit more wary of some more than others, but you did not expect your trust to go wholeheartedly to this small trio that you have formed with Jessy and Richy.

Jessy is the sweetest girl you have ever met in the world, always kind. She has this effect around people that made them feel cared for, and you are thankful how she had welcomed you and helped you out when everyone else seems to think you are the kidnapper.She wears her heart on a sleeve, and she trusts easily, but she means well. And Richy…

Richy is an enigma. On surface level, it seems that he is a bright ray of sunshine, all lighthearted jokes and wit, a perfect comedic complement to Jessy’s more emotional tendencies, but you notice the things that made Richy much more complex than he lets on.

You see his calm and composed nature when he is the one to suggest the group to think more critically in the case of your appearance and Hannah’s disappearance, how he calmed everyone down and brought their spirits up. But you also see his aversion to talking about how he himself feels.

Even though he does not show it, you know the incident with Hannah affected him just as much as it had affected everybody else. You see the sprinkle of emotions he has shown, from Jessy who told you how quiet he had been on the day his garage was spray painted with the sign of the raven, to his deprecating jokes about himself when you asked about the phone call he had made to Hannah on the day of her disappearance.

You see that sliver of fear, that glimpse of guilt over those short moments, but come any closer and you could miss it with how subtly and skillfully he averts to more cheerful topics.

But that’s the thing. You worry for him. Jessy goes to the both of you for comfort while Dan goes to Jessy. Lilly has her family, Cleo goes to Thomas and Thomas’s grief is acknowledged and heard by all of them.

But who listens to Richy? Who gives Richy their shoulder for him to grief? Who lift up his spirits the way he does to you? For now, all you can do is put your phone close to your ear, Richy’s number dialing in the background.

‘I worry about you, Richy.’

‘It gets better, I promise you. You don’t have to be alone. I’m here for you,’ you added under your previous text. It goes unanswered and your calls only gets redirected to voicemail. So all you can do is hold your phone close to you, placing your lips on its receiver, only able to hope that it goes to him, that his cheeks or his forehead feels the warmth as a sign that you are here for him.

Miles away, in Duskwood, Richy only stares in his phone longingly, wanting to call you.

‘I’m here for you.’ your text that had him feeling hopeful, comforted and flustered him all the same.

It has been a long time since someone sees through him so transparently, heck, the void in him has bled together with his façade so much that even he himself cannot see through the layers of sunshine to where his dark insecurities start. He has crafted so many walls, perfected so many smiles that it even fooled Jessy, the person most close to him here in Duskwood. Perhaps at some point, maybe he even fooled himself.

And yet, here you are. Effortlessly breaking through those walls like it’s paper, unblinded by the fake shine he puts on, and sees the darkness in him for what it is. He has to laugh at that as he leaned his forehead on his phone, somehow feeling a sense of comfort just in doing that. What have you done to him?

Perhaps one day he can begin to talk about it.

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That day came sooner that he thought it would be. That night in December, it snowed heavily in Duskwood. Angry snow fell down in a furious blizzard, gusts of wind wailing outside in anguish, doors and window panes shaking almost in fear. Sometimes, the wailing picks up speed and bangs on the window with a scream.

Inside, Richy is just as furious, just as anguished as the blizzard outside. The man without a face seems hell-bent in getting them to stop finding Hannah and to obtain your location. Richy would bend over backwards and go to hell twice before letting your location fall in its hands. And with the search not showing any signs of stopping, so did the threats to them.

Today, it took the threat to another level when it involved their families as well. Richy had woken up with a call from his father. He had expected the call to be his father picking up another fight with him, but the urgency in his father’s voice and the manic sobbing of his mother in the background struck a cold chord in him.

It turned out that his family house has been vandalized with the signs of the raven, only this time it is worse than the one did in the garage. The windows were splashed with red paint, with papers jammed in their mailbox full of threatening letters of ‘give me her’ and ‘Richy, you’re next’. It took him a good two hours to scrub the windows clean, and then another hour to comfort his mother that this is just a prank pulled by some reckless vandals, to clean up the papers from the mailbox and throw them in the trash.

But, deep inside he knows it. This is not a prank. This is a threat to him. To them.

Duskwood is a small town. People will talk and come tomorrow, his friends will find out. He needs time. He needs time to sort out his thoughts. Time to properly compartmentalize.

He needs time to sort out through his guilt of not being able to protect his family from being terrorized from the man without a face. There is the fury with the fact that it has been established that the man without a face is someone within their circle, given how much they know about your presence.

He needs time.

There is the fear that you, being the lynch pin to all that the man without a face wanted from them, will be burdened more. He needs time to sort through the fear that he could not protect you, and even though it is for the best interest of your safety that none of them knows where you are, you are still all alone having to pick up after these seven dysfunctional people and no one to protect you.

Then, there is the confusion, the stress, the angry sadness that this is a game that he has to continue to play with his friends. The betrayal that one of them, one of his close friends is responsible for this, that they could have the balls to laugh with him, smile with him and turn around and do this to him.

He needs time to sort through this anger and he doesn’t have the courage to face them and continue playing this game tomorrow, not when all he wanted to do is lash out at each one of them and threaten them and ohgodheneedstimeheneedstime--

In the solace of his room in his family home, Richy feels his thoughts become as white as the blizzard of snow outside. He hears his breath quickens, a voiceless wail stuck in his throat and he feels the shivers in his spine like the doors trembling in front of the wind.

Heneedstimeohgodpleasegivehimabitoftime----

And like a lifeline, his phone besides him rang and vibrated and he clutched it to him like a lifeline. Like a miracle in December, he sees that it’s your name. Somewhere in his blank white thoughts, he hears a small chuckle and how impeccable your timing is.

He answers and your voice in his ears sounded like a buoy thrown to him that is flailing about.

“Richy, I had a bad feeling about something. Is everyone okay?” and Richy hears himself laugh at that, a horrible mixture of a broken laugh and a hiccup and a helpless wail, all mixed up to become a horrible wounded noise.

Over on your side of the phone, your heart picked up pace when you heard that choked laughter from Richy. It is horrible and it is scary and you would never want to hear it from anyone again, least of all not Richy. He is having a panic attack.

“Richy, are you okay?! Richy, listen to me. Breathe with me, sweetheart. Breathe in, breathe out,” deep inside you tried to stay calm because that is what he needs, but even you feel like being on the verge of tears listening to this man - who has cheered you up so much - break down in front of you.

After he seemed to have calmed down, you tried again.

“Richy, what’s wrong? Please talk to me. You deserve to not be alone in this Richy. I see you. I see you smiling to get everyone to smile. You listened to me and you lifted up my mood when Jessy was attacked, and when I received threats over Lilly’s video. Let me do the same to you, yeah? Tell me what’s wrong?”

And to Richy, who has clutched onto your voice like a lifeline, who wants to share everything with you, just burst like a dam. Everything that he has kept secret from his friends, the sadness behind his smile, everything that he has even kept from himself and just swept under the rug and pushed into a closet at the back of his mind. Everything burst right there in front of you, from his guilt to not being able to stop Hannah’s kidnapping and Jessy’s attack, to him feeling unworthy of being sad compared to others, to his fear when he saw the sign of the raven in his garage and now on his home, his fury at knowing one of his friends are doing this, to his fear for Jessy, his fear for you.

He hated everything. He hated himself.

You told him that he is strong, that you admired him so much, but he needs to see that he deserves to be comforted just as much as he has comforted everyone else.

In that snowstorm-clad night, the winds wept and wept, but beneath its howl, you can hear the intermittent wail of a broken man as Richy cried, and cried, and cried.

As he lets out everything, the blank white fog of his mind begins to clear and gain color. It started from the reds of fury, to the blacks of fear and the blues of guilt, but then your voice came in, and slowly the pinks of comfort, the yellows of hope and the purples of peace began melting through.

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[EPILOGUE]

Both you and Richy sat over the phone for over 3 hours just talking about nothing and everything after his outburst.

He seems to have gained his color back, his cheerful self almost back as he cracked his lame stories about gangster seagulls eating his sandwich once in his travels. Richy feels like this time, his color - albeit still a little faded - is much more genuine than the blacks filtered from a rose-colored glass that he has shown before. Your laughter as you listen to his story and object to its credibility, slowly made those faded colors in his mind more vibrant.

“Thank you for listening to me, for um… taking care of me,” he begins a bit meekly after he finishes his story. He’s not so used to being listened to, not at this vulnerable a level and definitely he is not used to being taken care of.

“You did the same to me when Jessy was attacked. And you would have done the same for me again, I’m sure of it,” your voice sounded like a smile would, and God, would he give up everything to see that smile in person. He laughs to himself internally. How has this person made him so whipped for her in such a manner?

“I’m planning on going to Duskwood soon,” you had said out of the blue, bringing him back from his reverie.

“Absolutely not. In case you forgot my magnificent show of tears just now, the man without a face is threatening us to get to you. You coming here is the absolute worst thing to do,” Richy snorted, a mock indignant and wounded tone from him that made you chuckle.

“Well, how bad can it be? If we keep my arrival a secret from the rest of them, and spend the days, just you, me and Jessy, it wouldn’t hurt, would it? Someone needs to go there and give you a hug and take care of you,” you had replied back shortly, almost giving no thought to what you had said.

“Oh my, my lady, are you flirting with me?” Richy’s exaggerated gasp brought you back to reality, and his implication had your heart skipping beats.

“Well I mean… um…” you stuttered, and Richy swore your hesitance and stuttering made his heart soar just a little bit more in hope. But pursuing it is for another time.

“W-Well, someone needs to stop you from being such an eccedentesiast!” you had blurted out, extremely grateful that the distance makes it unable for him to see your bright red hot face.

His laughter after that sounds like the most genuine you have heard from him so far, and he might have said something along the lines of “nooo use small words, your idiot here doesn’t understand what that means,” but you couldn’t remember clearly. All you remembered was you thinking that you would give almost anything to protect that genuine tinkling laughter of his.

#duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood richy #duskwood mc

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bumblesimagines · 4 years ago

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Bad Luck

Request: Yes or No

This is the idea I mentioned earlier! I don’t know how many people will be interested cause I know Dusk Till Dawn isn’t that popular but it’s a fun and interesting series! It’s on Netflix and it’s honestly just gory.

(Y/N) stared at the dirty tiled ground, hearing the two armed men talking with the ranger who had come in to help his partner. (Y/N) swallowed, raising his gaze as he heard footsteps approaching. (Y/N) made brief eye contact with those cold blue eyes. Jessie and Libby trembled, avoiding eye contact with the man holding them hostage.

“Him?” (Y/N) heard the man, Richie Gecko, ask quietly. (Y/N) furrowed his brows, glancing up. Richie hummed, nodding to himself. (Y/N) glanced at his friends, wondering what was going through their minds. Jessie’s mascara had trailed down her cheeks from crying, though her green gaze was fiery. It was odd for (Y/N) to see Jessie crying. Jessie was usually a headstrong sassy girl who didn’t take shit from anyone. The duct tape covering their mouths prevented them from talking or making too much noise. (Y/N) had no idea what to do and it ate him up inside. Playing the hero could get him and his friends shot. Pete had already gotten a shot to the stomach for no reason. (Y/N) couldn’t risk his other two friends getting hurt. (Y/N) wished they hadn’t stopped to get beer.

(Y/N) chewed on his gum, gaze locked on his phone. He sighed, getting bored with the mobile game. He looked up, seeing Libby and Pete chatting through the window, probably flirting like always. (Y/N) got out of the car, closing the car door. He glanced around. They were in the middle of nowhere and the heat was starting to get annoying. Libby shot him a wide smile, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger.

“Tell Pete he needs to come to the party tonight!” Libby said, arms crossing as a pout appeared on her face. (Y/N) chuckled, giving an eye roll and shaking his head as he looked around the small store. His eyes lit up, spotting some chocolate bars.

“Can I get a free chocolate?” (Y/N) asked, looking through the chocolate bars. Pete scoffed, shaking his head as a playful smiled toyed on his lips which earned a pout from his friend.

“I gave you three free ones last time. You need to start paying up.” Pete leaned back in his seat, arms crossing. Jessie approached them, a scowl on her face. The three noticed, brows furrowed. Jessie brushed some of her black hair out of her face, head shaking.

“What happened?” (Y/N) asked, frowning and sharing a look with Libby. Jessie shook her head, huffing as Pete rang up the pack of beers. Jessie glanced over her shoulder, green eyes scanning the aisle.

“There’s some fucking weirdo back there. Something’s wrong with him.” She shook her head. (Y/N) hummed, giving a small nod. He grabbed a chocolate bar, tossing it on the counter.

“Ignore him.” (Y/N) said, spitting his gum out into the nearby trash can. Jessie crossed her arms, grumbling under her breath. (Y/N) gave her shoulder a squeeze, hoping it would ease her. Pete reached over to grab the beer, gaze lifting. (Y/N) went to follow his gaze before feeling a strong hand grabbing his arm. (Y/N) turned his head, making eye contact with blue eyes before a gun barrel came into view.

(Y/N) swallowed, watching Richie walk away to talk with his brother. (Y/N) leaned forward slightly, spotting the older ranger on the floor. His eyes widened, seeing all the blood. The man quietly spoke with his partner, stomach covered in blood and breaths coming out short. (Y/N) leaned back, earning a nudge from Jessie. She quirked a brow, wanting to know what he saw. (Y/N) motioned for her to look so she did, having the same reaction as (Y/N). He looked around for something to use. His pocket knife had been left in the car and everything around them wouldn’t do anything. He could attempt to open the door to the beers though it would risk him being heard. (Y/N) looked up when he saw movement, seeing the other ranger attempting to stop the bleeding. He blinked when Richie crouched down by him.

“What could she possibly want with you?” Richie asked softly, tilting his head. (Y/N) furrowed his brows, wondering who he was referring to. Richie shifted his gaze onto Libby and Jessie. He narrowed his eyes, watching them closely. (Y/N) could shove him. It’d take Seth’s attention off the rangers but it was also risky.

“Richie.” Seth called out, rounding the corner and watching him. Richie didn’t tear his gaze away from the girls.

“They’re spying on me.” Richie said. (Y/N) glanced at Libby’s trembling form. He shifted his gaze onto Seth, hoping he’d tell his brother off or realize his brother wasn’t right in the head.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“These girls were sent here to spy on me. You think that I don’t know?”

“Richie, look at me.” Seth snapped his fingers. Richie stood, a soft sigh escaping him. He looked at his brother, head tilting.

“We got really good news. Carlos is sending somebody.” Seth told him, hoping it’d get Richie to relax. He glanced over at the rangers to make sure they weren’t doing anything.

“This Carlos guy, he’s from Mexico, right?” Richie asked, stepping closer to his brother. (Y/N) listened to their conversation. Obviously, they didn’t care of the liquor store. Richie had impulsively caused the whole mess by holding them hostage and by shooting the ranger. (Y/N) had read about the Geckos in articles before. They were a brother duo who robbed places. Last thing he had heard, Seth had been sent to prison but Richie probably came to his rescue. The brothers went back and fourth before Richie used his gun to motion at (Y/N).

“He’s coming with us.” Richie said. (Y/N) blinked, looking up at them. Seth furrowed his brothers, lips parting. Libby and Jessie mirrored his expression as they whipped their heads around to look at (Y/N).

“What? Why? He’ll be liability.” Seth pointed out, huffing softly. Richie shook his head, stepping closer to his brother.

“Trust me, Seth. My gut says he has to come with us.” Richie told him, eyes pleading. Seth stared back at him, not completely thrilled or convinced. He licked his lips and shaking his head.

“It’s bad enough we’re holding him hostage but taking him? That’s abduction, Richie.”

“We’re criminals, Seth!” Richie reminded, hands raising. Seth gave a small eye roll, looking down at (Y/N). He looked back at Richie with a cocked brow.

“What’s so important about a twenty-something year old with no fashion sense?” Seth questioned, earning a muffled scoff from (Y/N).

“He could be useful. These girls, on the other hand, are useless. We don’t need them alive.” Richie said, using the gun to motion to the girls. Seth sighed heavily, opening the fridge and taking out a beer. He opened it, letting the cap hit the three below.

“Relax, Richie. Have a cold one.” Seth said, offering it to him. Richie went to grab it but Seth pulled it out of Richie’s reach. (Y/N) watched Seth walk away to answer a phone call after handing the beer to Richie. A few moments later, he approached them again.

“We gotta get movin’. Carlos ain’t coming.” Seth said, sighing as Richie slowly stepped towards him. He leaned forward slightly, a smug look on his face

“I knew it. He’s your guy. This is on you.” Richie said, earning a glare from Seth. Richie grinned widely, happy he had proven Seth wrong.

“Guess we do this the hard way.” He shifted his amused gaze onto the rangers. Seth snapped his fingers in his face.

“Hey, no. We’re not doing this. We are not killing any more people today, you got that?” Seth cocked a brow. It felt like he was scolding a disobedient child. (Y/N) noticed the ranger that had been shot had gone limp. His partner stood, raising his hands as he faced the brothers. He tried negotiating with them but Richie was having none of it. (Y/N) glanced at the girls. Jessie looked back, eyes swirling with emotions. The brothers were outnumbered but they had the guns and experience. (Y/N) heard soft shuffling, eyes widening when he realized Pete was still alive.

“Pete, go!” The ranger ran, going around and towards the back of the counter. Seth shot at him, quickly going after him while Richie stayed towards the back of the aisle. (Y/N) looked up, watching Richie aim the gun at Jessie as a gunshot rang out in the back. (Y/N) looked forward, seeing the older ranger standing with a gun in his hand. Richie noticed and faced him, hand instinctively raising. The older ranger pulled the trigger, blasting a hole through Richie’s palm and breaking the glass. (Y/N) ducked his head, feeling the glass and blood hit his back. He flinched at the shots, hearing more glass shattering and Richie stumbling. (Y/N) looked at the girls, seeing their clothes and hair covered in glass shards. (Y/N) ripped the tape off, turning and grabbing a beer bottle. The girls hurried to take the tape off, glancing at (Y/N). (Y/N) watched as Richie raised his hand, fatally shooting the ranger. (Y/N) stood, slamming the beer bottle against Richie’s back and watching him stumble, falling to the ground. The girls wasted no time in standing and kicking him. Richie grunted and cried out, getting Seth’s attention.

“Hey.” He huffed, watching them. The girls stopped, panting from exhaustion and adrenaline. Jessie faced him, panting.

“There’s something... Really wrong with your brother.” She breathed out, sending Richie a glare. (Y/N) shook the glass off his clothes and hair, panting as well. He licked his lips, looking at Richie as the girls walked away. (Y/N) looked at Seth with furrowed brows, watching him take out a lighter.

“What does your brother want from me?” (Y/N) asked, tilting his head. Seth dropped the lighter, watching a flame rise and spread. He sighed, facing (Y/N).

“I’ve got no fucking idea, kid.” Seth replied, shrugging lightly. Richie slowly got up, groaning. (Y/N) glanced at him, scoffing and turning to walk away.

“Not so fast, (Y/N).” Richie grunted, rolling his shoulders. (Y/N) frowned, looking at him. He eyed him, cocking a brow. Unless Jessie had mentioned him, Richie had no way of knowing his name.

“How the hell do you know my name? Have you been stalking me or something?” (Y/N) asked, stepping toward him with fists clenched. Richie let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head.

“We’re gonna get to know each other on this trip, my friend.” Richie said, raising his gun at him. (Y/N) glared at him, jaw clenching in annoyance. He reached out, grabbing Richie’s wrist and turning his body sideways, elbowing Richie in the face in a quick motion. Richie groaned, stumbling back. Seth raised his brows, nodding.

“Impressive.” He chuckled as the smoke started spreading. (Y/N) shrugged, turning to walk away but he heard a gun click.

“And useful. You’re coming with us.” Seth said. (Y/N) licked his lips, shoulders slumping as he sighed. Seth noticed and shrugged, watching (Y/N) face him.

“Sorry, kid. You just have bad luck.”

#x reader #x you #x male reader #x y/n #x male!reader #from dusk till dawn: the series #from dusk till dawn x male reader #from dusk till dawn x you #from dusk till dawn x y/n #from dusk till dawn x reader #seth gecko #seth gecko x reader #seth gecko x male reader #seth gecko x you #seth gecko x y/n #richie gecko #richie gecko x reader #richie gecko x male reader #richie gecko x you

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occasionaloneshots · 3 years ago

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Gang Mom- Bowers Gang

So, I write a lot of fanfiction on my own just like for myself, I’m working on one now with the bowers gang (If I actually power through and finish it I’m gonna have Chapter 2 sequel called “Club Mom” but that’s off topic, might actually post it somewhere one day) But I wanted to share the summary/blurb for it.

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No one really understood how she ended up with them, she was too nice. The kindness was in her own special way at times, yet definitely too nice for Henry. But she was at the sides of the Bowers gang from the time the met in the first grade, how they met was never really known by others, but that’s how they had always been. Two boys on the calmer side, an angrier boy with a temper, and their female voice of reason. And everyone learned to accept that was how it is.

Of course there was rumors. The losers club seemed to be the worst with gossip about why a girl who would go out of her way to point out birds to Stan if they somehow got put together and laughed at Richie’s jokes would be in the Bowers gang. They swore there had to be some sort of secret relationship there, but even then none of them could see how she was fit for them. But it was fueled by the little things. How she was the only one allowed to touch Henry, and how after a few months of him having it, his pink leather jacket found its way to her shoulders, the girl hardly being seen without it after that. Or how Belch Huggins would let her drive his car, her own mixtape blasting from its speakers. Then there was Victor Cross and how the two were always leaning on to each other, sharing a cigarette when or laughing at each other. And yet, they didn’t mind it, because as long as Hailey was with them, the losers were safe. They swear she has some sort of secret soft spot for them.

And then came Patrick Hockstetter, rowdy and always seeming to egg on Henry. Everyone swore that would be the pint that she left the Bowers Gang, that he would be her last straw with them. Yet, she stayed, if you looked through the windshield at the group you’d see the way she sat leaning back, a smile pressed to her lips as Patrick and Victor leaned over her. She would crack a joke, sending the two in the front seat into laughter as the two in the back with her shoved her around. And unless you really looked, you wouldn’t notice a change in them. Unless you realized the way she and Vic lean into each other’s sides, became more of a cling, an arm around her shoulders and one around his waist. Or the way she was more gentle with Henry when he’s mad than she used to be. Perhaps you saw the protective nature Belch picked up over her, even letting her drive his car more than Henry would ever be allowed to. But you could also see that despite all the changes, they were somehow still the same.

One could almost find it comical, the way the original four members would share a silent conversation before she answered some of Patrick’s questions. And you could see the way things minorly changed in her bag, new snacks being thrown in that she never carried before, more Band-Aids and even gauze and medical tape found their way in. She even started to carry around pain meds. Because she cared for them, she was the gangs Achilles heel. And they were her boys, despite their obvious flaws. But then there was four again, then two, that damn clown, and then one, crying in a sewer.

Henry Bowers

“I’m okay, really- NO I don’t have a concussion! Relax a little.”

Cabin fever- CORPSE

“ I just want some loyal brothers, makin' money, tryna grind, but/Y'all just wanna talk, man, that shit's so hard to find” “ When they fuckin' want me happy, I ain't fuckin' play pretend”

Reginald “Reggie” “Belch” Huggins

“Careful! Turn here- you know where I live.”

Teenage Dirtbag- Wheatus

“ How does she know who I am?/And why does she give a damn about me?/I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby/Come with me Friday, don't say maybe/I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you” Victor “Vic” Criss

“Couldn’t I just stay here? Henry was in such a mood yesterday and your mom wouldn’t catch me here anyway.”

SICK OF IT ALL - blackbear

“ And all I want/Is someone really there, baby/Sick of all the songs, reminding me/That I'm really still all alone” “ I'm getting kind of sick of everything that's in my life/I'm sick of my girl, sick of my dawgs/I'm sick of my crib, I'm sick of it all”

Patrick "Pat" Hockstetter

“Hey Hales, you got a can of hairspray in there?”

Golden God- MGK

“I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god/I'm on the roof of the party/Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous”

Hailey “Hales” “Hailstorm” Black

“As if they would ask questions if I genuinely asked them to go after someone, now scram. Hey, do you need some help with that?”

Dancer in the Dark - Chase Atlantic

“ Oh baby, maybe it's that look in your eyes/They been telling me she wanna leave/She's been dancing with the devil all night/It's like Hell is where she wanna be” “I love to watch her dance/When the light's all gone her emotion shows/I love to watch her dance/Seems like tragedy is all she knows”

#it 2017 #IT movie #it #bowers gang #henry bowers #belch huggins #victor criss #patrick hockstetter #it fanfiction #pennywise

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wouldduskwood · 3 years ago

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Descendants of Despair Part 33

After Jessy’s sudden departure, I sat staring at my phone blankly for a while, deep in thought. She had seemed genuinely sorry for their assumptions but she hadn’t given me the photos I needed either. Some of my conversations with Jessy had caused some doubt in her. Maybe she had been working with Richy and they were responsible. She could be hiding him right now. She had bounced back fairly quickly after his disappearance - this could have been a normal response - but I found it hard to judge without actually witnessing her physical reactions.

I had always wondered at why Jessy was employed full time in a business that was losing money. There had been other occasions too, that had caused some suspicion. But the same could be said with the others as well. I groaned as I considered the immensity of the situation. There were so many suspects and very little evidence to go on. Jake glanced up from his work. He had been deeply engrossed for a long time, with various screens showing different views of Richy’s life. “What’s wrong?” he asked hesitantly. “Nothing unusual, really. There are just so many people that could be responsible for this. I can’t rule out any of them, not really. I was so sure it was Richy and most of the information I gathered seems to point to him, but I still can’t rule out involvement of anyone else either.” Jake sighed. “It was never going to be easy. But you are right about Richy. There are a lot of threads here that are enough to raise some serious concerns about him.”

I nodded thoughtfully. “Okay, so we can’t rule out Richy. Is there anyone we can rule out?” I questioned.

“You know, you were probably right before. Maybe it is time you meet them in person. We can't rule them out without hard evidence.” Jake suggested hesitantly. I sighed and lay down on the floor, staring at the ceiling. Jake came to lie beside me. “I can’t keep letting my crushing worry for you dictate this investigation, can I?” he murmured. “We could just leave them to it?...but she’s your sister Jake. I couldn’t do that to you.” I groaned. “You mean more to me than her. More than any of them. I know she and Lilly are my sisters, but I don’t have that level of care for them…” he admitted guiltily. I nodded in understanding. “Jake, I get it. I feel like I am meant to care about them. Logically I know I should. The situation is terrible. I know what I SHOULD be feeling but all I can think about is how great it would be if we could just escape. Start our life over.” Jake’s hand closed over mine as I spoke. “Running isn’t a possibility, is it?” I asked, my voice strained. “No, our pasts would eventually catch up on us. If we want to truly escape all of this, we need to meet it head on.”

I nodded and moved closer to Jake’s comforting form. He took me in his arms and kissed my forehead. “We can do this. We have to.” He murmured, the tone of his voice was soothing. “I can’t stare at this phone waiting for Jessy to come back any longer.” I sighed as I tried to relax into Jake. “We have been thinking about all of this for a while now.” Jake agreed. “Maybe we need to take a break...then tackle the problems with a fresh head.” I nodded in relief.

Part 34

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On the Edge of an Avalanche

Summary: Graduation was upon them and Eddie Kaspbrak was eager to leave Derry behind. His one last hurrah would be the senior ski trip, earning him an escape from his mother and the looming stress of college admissions. It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, until he got slated to look after resident pain-in-everyone’s-ass, Richie Tozier. Pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak Rating: E Chapter: 3/5 Read Chapter 2 Here / Read on AO3

The next morning felt like a slow-motion scene unravelling before him. Eddie had spent most of the night replaying the events that him and Richie had engaged in, dissecting it for all he could and trying to figure out what it all meant. He hadn’t fallen asleep until the birds were waking up, singing a morning song that rang more like a lullaby to Eddie’s tired ears.

The first time he woke he felt a warmth pressing up against his back, arms curling around his torso, and smelled sickly-sweet cinnamon that was unfamiliar but undeniably soothing. He fell back asleep not long after.

The second time Eddie woke he felt rustling beside him, a gentle press to his cheek, and just barely heard something whispered. He never opened his eyes, sleep already pulling him back in.

The final time he woke that morning was very different from the others; a booming voice announcing an arrival had shaken him out of slumber and almost out of bed.

“JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE SHIT-” Eddie clutched his blankets in a death grip, holding them up higher as if they could shield him from the onslaught.

“Wakey wakey Eds and bakey!”

Eddie groaned internally, already upset at his body for having such a visceral reaction to the sound of Richie’s voice even while it was so tired, and Richie was so loud. Did he have any self respect?

Eddie peered out from behind his sheets, eyes meeting a ruffled bed head and an early morning smile.

Okay, maybe Eddie didn’t need self respect when Richie looked that good.

“I brought breakfast.” Richie stated, holding the plates up as a peace offering.

Eddie didn’t even have to think before he scooted over, making room for Richie and patting the open spot.

Richie hobbled over, handing one of the over-stacked plates to Eddie and plopping himself down with a small “oof”.

Choosing to avoid the elephant in the room for a while longer, Eddie speared what he assumed to be an egg with his fork. He couldn’t be certain, as Richie had coated everything on both plates with a healthy serving of hollandaise sauce.

“How’s the ankle?” Eddie asked tentatively.

“’s fine.” Richie said through a mouthful of food. His cheeks were puffed out like a chipmunk, but rather than being off-putting, it was annoyingly charming.

“You really shouldn’t be walking on it.” Eddie mentioned.

“I’ve had worse.” Richie shrugged, as if that was supposed to be comforting to Eddie.

“Where did you get the food?” Eddie asked, changing the subject once again to avoid the hovering topic. It was well past breakfast time, and Eddie knew the buffets were never open past 9am.

“I snuck into the kitchen.” Richie shrugged, as if that were a totally normal thing to do.

“What- Richie! You could have gotten in trouble!”

“But I didn’t.” Richie smirked triumphantly.

“Anyone could have caught you! And you could have been sent home, or worse, the staff could have called the police! I mean it is technically stealing, and trespassing, and could probably be charged as breaking and entering, and-”

Eddie was cut off by a fork full of food being shoveled into his open mouth. A fork that wasn’t his fork. A fork that had been in someone else’s mouth, that should have grossed him out, that should have sounded off the alarm in his head. But instead, the fork sat in his mouth as nothing more than a slight inconvenience; not a trigger for his neuroses or a reason to grab his mouthwash, just a fork. What kind of spell did this boy have over him!?

“Now chew.” Richie ordered, pulling his fork out and leaving the food to sit inside Eddie’s mouth. He did as he was told, chewing a few times and swallowing the food that, in any other case, would have disgusted him.

“There. Now, do you hear any sirens outside?”

“No, but-”

“Is your body getting ready to violently regurgitate everything?”

“No-”

“Then just enjoy the food, spaghetti man.”

Richie said it like it was so easy… And maybe it was. Eddie could be a bit rebellious, couldn’t he? Richie had gone out of his way to get them breakfast, no matter how irresponsible it had been, and Eddie had done nothing but complain. He hadn’t even thanked Richie. Besides, how was it any different from when Eddie snuck into the school’s kitchen to get Stan his special lunch?

The difference, Eddie realized with his heart skipping a beat, was that Eddie didn’t care much about his own wellbeing. The wellbeing of Richie, however, was a completely new ballgame, and Eddie suddenly found himself at bat.

“Sorry, it’s hard for me to keep my anxiety in check sometimes.” Eddie admitted, poking around his plate and eating a few more bites. Admittedly, the food was really good.

“Hey, no need to apologize, I get it.” Richie assured, shooting Eddie a smile that melted him to the core. “Just know that I’d never put you in any real danger.” Richie added with an honesty that watered something warm and vibrant in Eddie’s chest.

And somehow, Eddie knew that was true. Richie might be reckless at times, but he wasn’t stupid, and he protected those he cared about.

Eddie wondered if he was in that category now.

Before Eddie could dwell on it any longer, there was a knock at their door followed by Mr. Daniels’ voice giving them a half hour before they head out. It seemed that while Eddie had been busy sleeping in, the bus had been repaired and returned to their motel.

As they filed into the vehicle, Eddie noticed that the teachers had switched buses for the day. Mr. Daniels made no mention of the seating arrangements (to which there had been more changes than just Richie and Stanley). This, of course, resulted in absolute mayhem as everyone that had been assigned to different seats now reverted to their original spots. As a result, the bus soon returned back to its chaos.

Eddie glanced over at Richie, his fingers twitching as he held himself back from reaching out and clutching Richie’s arm to keep him close. Of course, Eddie wouldn’t mind sitting with Stan again, but he’d grown attached to Richie, and even though he felt like they were treading unfamiliar waters now thanks to last night’s unspoken tryst, he still wanted to be close to him.

The bus hadn’t started moving yet, so kids were still flying from row to row, taking advantage of their newfound freedom thanks to Mr. Daniels more lax approach at chaperoning. Eddie bit at his fingernail as he watched Richie out of the corner of his eye, too afraid to speak but just as afraid to take his gaze off him.

Richie, on the other hand, seemed completely unaware as he happily tapped away at something on his phone. His shoulders were hunched forward in poor posture and he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, now wrinkled from sleeping in them, but he was still the picture of beauty as far as Eddie was concerned.

Eddie got caught staring as Richie’s head turned without warning, but it was only met with a smile and an endeared laugh.

“Is it cool if I switch with Stanley for a bit? Bill’s been harping on me for not texting him back all night, that clingy son of a bitch.” Richie held up his phone as evidence, even though the screen was black and gave Eddie no hint as to the topic of their conversation.

He hoped in equal parts that it was and wasn’t about him.

“Yeah, whatever.” Eddie tried to feign indifference but overshot and ended up sounding rude. He winced at his own tone of voice and swallowed back the urge to apologize immediately.

“Uhh, okay.” Richie seemed confused, but his face stayed open and inviting despite the quirk in his brow. Liquid lapis eyes training on Eddie for a beat longer than necessary before he was hopping up and heading down the isle.

As soon as Richie was gone, Eddie let his head fall against the frostbitten window with a thunk, his eyes closing instinctively as he retreated inside his brain.

He was exhausted, both physically from lack of sleep, and emotionally from all these new unfamiliar emotions. It’s not that Eddie had never had crushes before; there was Steven from summer camp, Harry who worked at the bookstore, and Isaac who’d been their mechanic for six years, and had taken Eddie under his wing after his father died.

However, of all the infatuations Eddie had had, Richie was the first one that actually made sense. Steven had been too far away, and straight. Harry had been too busy, and straight. Isaac had been too old, and straight. But Richie… well, he lived in the same city, wasn’t bogged down by work, and was the same age as Eddie… and was… possibly not straight?

Eddie felt the seat dip beside him, but refused to open his eyes. Call it a protest of the outside world for being too confusing, he’d open his eyes again when someone had the answers for him.

“Hey.”

Okay, well maybe Stan would have the answers.

Eddie grumbled his greeting, pulling his body away from the window only to let it slump the other way, right into Stanley’s shoulder. He wavered a bit at the sudden impact but righted himself quickly, supporting Eddie’s weight easily.

“So, are you the reason Richie’s walking with a limp today?”

“WHAT?” Eddie’s head shot up, his brain working in overdrive to try and wipe his slate clean, erase any sign of culpability. Did Stan know what they’d done? Did everyone know what they’d done? Oh my god, Richie told someone and now everyone was going to know that they-

“I mean, I just assumed Richie crossed the line at some point and you had to deliver some swift Kaspbrak karate moves to shut him up.” Stan held his hand up in fists and, with delayed relief, Eddie realized Stan was making a joke.

Eddie let his head fall back into the cushiness of Stan’s shoulder, his body somehow even more drained than it had been thirty seconds ago. Eddie wasn’t fully certain how he planned on getting through today.

“He was actually really respectful.” Eddie responded. He didn’t realize it was so out of character until Stan fell quiet, followed by a prodding question.

“Are you okay?”

There it was, the question Eddie couldn’t even answer for himself. Was he okay? He didn’t feel okay, but nothing had actually gone wrong, right? In fact, if anything, things had gone in Eddie’s favor. So why did he feel this heavy weight in his chest, baring down on his lungs and slowly squeezing the air out of him?

When Eddie had returned from the bathroom the previous night, steeled to have the inevitable conversation that came after dry humping a guy you’ve been familiar with for no more than a day, he’d found Richie fast asleep.

Not knowing what else to do, Eddie has simply crawled into bed beside him.

But those hours laying awake had left him with too many thoughts, the most prodding being his fear that he’d been used as a prop for Richie’s experimentation. Did he even like guys? He’d never mentioned it, never seemed to show any interest past a couple of jokes. But that was all they were, right? Maybe the jokes had been the first signs Eddie should have noticed, subtle hints Richie was dropping to insinuate that Eddie would be the perfect contender for a round of ‘am I gay or just horny?’. Eddie had practically opened himself up to it after coming out to him.

His pessimism may have been clouded by past experiences, but after what Eddie had been through, it was no wonder he jumped to conclusions. The only experiences Eddie had to speak for were secret rendezvous with nervous classmates that inevitably ended with Eddie being ignored the next day. It was a pattern, and Eddie was the invariable. He was the small, quiet twink that every questioning athlete and nerd alike seemed to peg as an easy target for their sexual experimentation.

It wasn’t all bad; it was how Eddie got his first kiss, his first hand job, and so on and so forth. It had, however, left him feeling skeptical of anyone who showed even the barest of interest in him, writing it off as nothing more than curiosity.

The thought of that being the case with Richie left Eddie’s stomach souring. He’d never gotten attached like this before. Quite honestly, he felt like he was standing on the edge of an avalanche, just waiting for Richie to speak and cause it all to collapse above them.

“What do you think about people experimenting with… New things.” Eddie braved forward.

“Uh, I mean that’s a pretty vague question.” Stan pointed out.

“Okay… say you’ve only ever eaten hamburgers your whole life, right? Through and through you’re a hamburger guy. Until one day you see a hotdog and think, well, maybe I’ll try that today. What if you try it and you don’t like it? Are you just going to throw it away? How is that fair, to just use the hotdog and then discard it like it’s nothing?”

Eddie hadn’t realized that his voice had become fast-paced and high-pitched until he noticed the look on Stan’s face. Clear confusion was evident in the way he gazed at Eddie with his brows knit in the middle and his mouth slightly agape. Eddie immediately wanted to disappear.

“Nevermind, it’s stupid.”

“No! No, sorry, I just…” Stan took a breath and sat up straighter, angling his body towards Eddie. “Okay well, experimenting with new… foods doesn’t always end up in distaste, right? Lots of people end up discovering some of their favorite… foods through exploration.”

Hearing the metaphor come out of Stan’s mouth made Eddie realize how nonsensical it was. God, he was about two seconds sway from digging himself a hole and hibernating until springtime.

“But if you’re worried about someone… Not enjoying the hot dog, just talk to them about it. Maybe they didn’t realize how their actions might hurt the… hot dog…”

Eddie and Stan stared at one another for a long pause until Stan cracked a smile, and it radiated so much warmth and comfort that Eddie couldn’t help but smile back. Soon they were falling into giggles, easing themselves into full-blown laughter at the absurdity of the conversation.

Stan had to have figured it out by now, but Eddie was thankful that he didn’t push him past what he was ready to talk about. Stan was a quality friend, and Eddie had never appreciated his presence in his life more than he did right now.

“Thanks Stan.” Eddie said honestly, bumping shoulders with him as the last of his chitters died out.

“Anytime.”

“You might want to consider the possibility that this isn’t their first time eating a hot dog though.”

“What?” Eddie blurted.

“I just mean, you’re assuming they’ve never had a hot dog before, right? Maybe they tend to lean more towards hamburgers but that doesn’t mean they’ve never been intrigued by hot dogs before. Maybe they just needed to find the right hot dog…”

Eddie’s face heated up as Stan continued to talk.

“All I’m saying is if it was truly just some reckless experimentation, they’d probably wait until college like the rest of us.”

Eddie’s head hurt, the metaphor finally losing its last small thread of sense.

“Right… wait until college to… eat a hot dog…” Eddie repeated slowly.

Stan opened his mouth to reply, but the voice that rang out wasn’t his.

“Who’s got hot dogs?”

Eddie just about jumped out of his skin, his eyes darting up to connect with Richie’s. Eddie felt like he had just been caught talking about him, which he sort of had, but Richie was none the wiser and, hopefully, neither was Stan. The only one floundering was Eddie, but boy was he in the deep end.

“NOTHING. NO ONE.” Eddie exclaimed much too loudly for the situation.

Both Stan and Richie stared back at Eddie, equally puzzled expressions on both their faces. He felt like there was a single ping pong ball bouncing around in his head at light speed, desperately trying to find an appropriate response to save himself. Thankfully, Stan was always one step ahead of him.

“We were just talking about how Eddie’s mom makes the best hot dogs.”

Eddie’s nose instinctively scrunched up at the mention of his mom during a metaphor about his sex life, but he quickly schooled his features and nodded along.

“Mmm, I’m gonna have to fight you on that until I’ve tasted them for myself. Otherwise, the best hotdogs in Derry are undoubtedly the ones from Kelso’s Diner.”

Eddie short circuited at the insinuation that Richie would indeed one day be trying Eddie’s mom’s cooking. Meaning he foresaw them continuing to be friends past this trip. Meaning, and this made Eddie’s head spin, Richie didn’t seem to have the intention of dropping Eddie the minute he got what he wanted.

What exactly did he want?

“So, Stan the man, if you don’t mind, I’m going to kick you back into the strong arms of Bill Denbrough and reclaim my rightful seat here.” Eddie couldn’t help but notice the way Stan’s face flushed just a shade darker. Was there something there that Eddie didn’t know about?

He didn’t have time to ponder Stan’s reaction to the mention of Bill Denbrough or his strong arms. Stan shot a quick ‘talk to you later’ Eddie’s way and was retreating to his seat as Richie settled into his.

Eddie’s head was swirling as his senses reacted to Richie’s proximity. He forced himself to speak through the rush of endorphins, even though all his body wanted to do was curl into Richie’s side.

“What did Bill want to talk to you about?”

“Relationship drama.” Richie answered, shrugging it off. “There’s always something with that boy.” The way Richie spoke wasn’t annoyed or exhausted, but rather amused by his friend and his ongoing antics.

“I’m glad you were able to help him.” Eddie responded genuinely.

“Yeah, me too.” Richie’s smile felt intimate, as if it were just for Eddie, even though they were talking about someone else entirely.

Eddie began to smile back but was overcome by a yawn, his face distorting as his jaw dropped on its own, too motivated by exhaustion to wait for the queue from his brain.

“Didn’t get much sleep last night?” Richie pondered.

“Uhm, yeah, I guess not.” Eddie answered sheepishly, hoping Richie didn’t connect his insomnia to their late-night encounter.

“Bummer, I slept better than I have in months. You’re a good cuddler.” Richie’s comment was dropped so casually that Eddie almost didn’t catch it, but his ears were awake enough to tinge a bright rose in response.

“Well, anyways, Mr. Daniels said we have about an hour until we get to the resort so…” Richie tapped his shoulder invitingly, and even though Eddie had been in the exact same position mere minutes ago with Stanley, it felt vastly different when the shoulder was attached to Richie.

“T-thanks.” Eddie stuttered, dipping his head low into the crook of Richie’s shoulder fast enough that he hopefully didn’t notice how much redder Eddie got.

He was sure his heart was beating too fast for him to possibly fall asleep, but the closeness to Richie rejuvenated him in another way. He let his eyes slip closed as he slowly relaxed into the comforting presence beside him.

“-ddie, hey, Eds.”

“Mmmm ‘s not my name.”

“Fine. Edward Kaspbrak, king of slumber and bearer of drool, it’s time to wake up.”

Eddie’s surroundings slowly came into consciousness as he was pulled back into awareness. The first thing he noticed was that he was in a very different orientation than when he’d last been cognizant. The second thing he noticed, and much more dreadful, was that his cheek was indeed covered in drool.

He brought a hand to his face and wiped away the moisture as quickly as he could, riding himself of any evidence Richie might be able to use against him.

Who, speaking of, was currently underneath him in a way he very much hadn’t been before.

At some point, Eddie had ended up with his head in Richie’s lap. Richie’s hand was in Eddie’s hair at the nape of his neck, gently playing with the strands as if it was an absent habit he did all the time. The act was so domestic it made Eddie want to burst into tears; whether they were sad or happy tears, he wasn’t sure.

He sat up slowly, careful not to have the blood rush to his head too quickly. The last thing he needed was to pass out in front of Richie. Who knows what kind of intimate position he’d wake up in the next time.

“We’re here, everybody’s already outside.” Richie offered as explanation for Eddie’s disrupted sleep.

“What? Why did you wait to wake me?” Eddie asked with only a tinge of annoyance. Luckily, Richie seemed to be charmed by it.

“You’re cute when you sleep, let a man indulge.”

Before Eddie could form a response, Richie was already standing up. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and made his way towards the front of the bus, leaving Eddie to fumble to catch up.

When Eddie stepped off the bus, the first thing he noticed was how white everything was. It was to be expected, of course; it’s kind of hard to ski without snow. But it was such a stark difference from where they’d been just an hour ago. The difference a small distance could make was staggering; this didn’t even feel like it belonged in the same universe.

The view was gorgeous with its tall log cabins, ski lifts moving like carousels, and snow-covered evergreens on every surface. Eddie was half tempted to throw himself down in the snow and make a snow angel.

But the cold nipping at his nose was a reminder that before he could indulge in any snow activities, he had to actually get equipped for the snow.

To their left, Mr. Daniels and Eric were unloading everyone’s bags from the storage compartment beneath the bus. Eddie could already spot his small suitcase, a bright pink flamingo covered hand-me-down from his mom, sitting in the snow.

While they waited, Richie’s friends sauntered over, Stan happily alongside them.

“I can’t wait to hit the slopes.” Bill greeted them as he bobbed up and down eagerly, his enthusiasm contagious.

“I’m just excited for the hot chocolate.” Beverly countered, as she wrapped her sweater a little tighter around herself. All their winter coats were stuffed in their suitcases, the cold air taking advantage of their thin jackets and exposed skin.

“Here Beverly.” Ben had shrugged off his sweater and was offering it to Beverly with a shy little quirk of his lips, but Beverly regarded it for only a moment before shaking her head. She took the sweater and threw it back over Ben’s shoulders before crowding her way into his space and snuggling right up against his chest.

“Body heat works better.” She teased lowly.

Richie let out a long, slow whistle, summing up what everyone was thinking; Beverly was sly as hell and Ben was gleefully in way over his head.

The exchange made Eddie crave Richie’s warmth, yearn to be back in that motel bed, blissfully unaware of how intimate they were being in their sleep.

There was no more being blissfully unaware, not with how Eddie’s heart beat to a different rhythm every time Richie’s arm would brush up against his.

“Alright, everyone grab your bags and follow me.” Mr. Daniels announced, finally closing the now empty compartment of the bus.

The seven of them sauntered over to the pile of suitcases and duffel bags, searching out their own among the many.

Even though Eddie had already spotted his suitcase, he pretended to search for it for a while longer until Richie found his. Only then did he grab the bright pink monstrosity by the handle and begin lugging it up the hill, Richie wordlessly in tow behind him.

They managed to reach the top of the hill without Richie stumbling too much, but as soon as Mrs. Harrow came into view there was no hiding Richie’s injury anymore.

With hawk eyes homing in, Mrs. Harrow walked over to Richie with a displeased expression.

“What happened here, Richard?”

She sounded almost exasperated, and it made Eddie want to step in and defend him.

“Oh, you know, just my bum leg. It acts up every now and then, ever since that terrible kite flying accident…” Richie looked off into the distance as if remembering a tragedy of great proportions.

Mrs. Harrow rolled her eyes. Eddie’s anger flared once again.

“Well, we can’t send you home now, so you’ll just have to spend the trip indoors. Absolutely no reckless activity, you got that Tozier?”

“Aye aye, captain!”

Mrs. Harrow didn’t acknowledge his response, simply turned her back towards them and began her search for the next student in need of scolding.

As soon as she was out of ear shot, Eddie began fuming.

“What the hell, why does Mrs. Harrow have it out for you? Can’t she see you’re hurt? Is she even capable of sympathy?”

When Eddie looked over to Richie, he saw something soft and sweet in his expression, a contrast to Eddie’s bubbling temper. “You care about me.” Richie mused with a smirk.

“W-what- no I don’t- I mean I do but- not like- shut up.” Eddie grabbed his suitcase once again and began walking away.

“You can deny it all you want, Kaspbrak. I see right through you!”

Eddie flipped Richie off over his shoulder as he disappeared through giant mahogany double doors.

Their rooms were small, a single bed meant to be shared between the two classmates who signed up to room together. Normally on school trips, the school tried to cram as many students into one room as possible, but they must have known from prior visits to the lodge that these rooms just couldn’t hold more than two at a time.

However, despite the small quarters, they were undeniably beautiful. Every surface seemed to be made from the same rich darkened wood, and every accent was bronzed. One wall was taken up by giant windows that overlooked the mountain below them, able to be hidden behind heavy curtains that took Eddie’s full force to pull closed.

Eddie and Stan didn’t spend much time in their room, stopping only briefly to drop off their luggage and get bundled up in preparation for the slopes. Eddie was practically buzzing at the opportunity to teach himself something completely foreign; it’d been a long time since a new sport had been in his reach, and he was planning on taking full advantage of the absence of Sonia.

“Are you almost ready?” Eddie bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for Stan by the door, one hand already on the knob in anticipation.

“Yes, for god sake Eddie, I just need to find my gloves.”

Eddie’s eyes glazed over as he thought about the adrenaline rush he’d longed for. He still played tons of sports but there was something about learning a new one that left Eddie especially excited. He didn’t care much for the competitiveness of sports, and while he didn’t mind the sportsmanship of it all, it wasn’t why Eddie was motivated to get involved. Quite simply put, Eddie just wanted to play. He wanted to live out the experiences he missed out on, that pure rush that came from scraping your knees while playing soccer or face planting while diving for the volleyball. It may seem uninteresting to those who had already lived it out in childhood, but to Eddie it was nothing short of euphoric.

“Here they are!” Stan exclaimed, holding his pair of gloves above his head as he tucked everything else back inside his suitcase.

“Good, now come on, let’s goooooo.”

Eddie was already out the door before Stan could answer, but he knew he was following by the distinct sound of swishing snow pants.

They made their way down to the lobby, eagerly chatting about how fun their afternoon was going to be, when they ran straight into a brick wall of a body.

“Fucking move, queers.” Henry ground out, placing a flat hand on Eddie’s face and pushing him aside with ease.

“Henry, don’t you have anything better to do than project your internalized homophobia onto others.” Stan replied flatly.

“What the fuck did you say to me?” Henry hissed, flipping his attention to Stan with a new temper flaring.

“Stan…” Eddie warned, reaching for Stan’s hand to pull him away from the rising confrontation.

Stan seemed to pale as he realized his comment wasn’t going to be shrugged off. He tried to keep himself composed but Eddie knew his tells well enough to notice the change.

Henry’s gaze flicked down to where Eddie was trying to join hands with Stan, and a wicked grin soured his face.

“Oh, I see…” Henry began, stalking closer to the pair and causing them to stumble back. They didn’t fear Henry like they used to, but he still held some power in those eyes that had never fully ceased to make them tremble.

“You two fucking fairies together now? I should have seen it coming, pansies aren’t potted too far from one another. So, tell me, who made the first move, huh?”

Eddie’s throat was thick with fear, his eyes unable to move from where Henry’s gaze pinned them.

“Wait don’t tell me… It was you, wasn’t it, Uris? Eddie here is too limp wristed to do anything, just a little girl in sheep’s clothing. But then again, I guess if the rumors are true, you’re not completely useless. At least you give good head.”

Eddie’s face burned as he held back the tears that threatened to give him away. He was fine, Henry’s words were hollow. Eddie had already heard every gay slur Henry had in his vocabulary.

“Too bad you’re not pretty enough to turn any of them into faggo-”

Eddie’s fist moved before his brain did, lining up perfectly with Henry’s jaw and landing the punch exactly where it would hurt most. Stan flinched beside him as the sickening crack rang out in the empty hallway, followed by a wail that made snow drop from the treetops outside. Eddie didn’t move, refused to let himself back down even as the tears broke free and streamed down his face.

“KASPBRAK.”

Eddie jumped, whipping around in horror as Mrs. Harrow’s voice broke through his resolve.

“WHAT THE HELL.”

Eddie stared in shock. He’d never done anything worthy of breaking a teacher’s ‘no cursing’ rule before, though he’d seen many teachers reach their point of profanity with other students before. It sort of felt similar to when you see a teacher outside of school and are reminded that they don’t just exist inside the bubble you’ve put them in. Well, the bubble had popped, and Mrs. Harrow was now stalking towards him with a new air that absolutely paralyzed him. He wasn’t sure how to respond, so he didn’t. He just continued staring back at her, watching as she passed him and rushed over to Henry, taking his face in her hand and angling his head to assess the damage. Luckily, there was no visible injury past some reddening (though the same wouldn’t be true once the bruising began to set in).

“Eddie.” Mrs. Harrow sighed. She released Henry’s face and brought the hand up to her own, pinching the skin between her eyes as if she was fighting back a cresting headache.

She probably was.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Harrow, I didn’t-”

Eddie was interrupted with a single finger, held up intimidatingly as Mrs. Harrow continued to try and gather her patience.

“No skiing.”

“What!?”

“What about that needs clarification, Edward?”

“But I didn’t do anything!”

“I watched you punch Mr. Bowers across the face.”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“No. Skiing.”

Eddie fidgeted in place as he desperately grasped at straws in his head that could possibly get him out of this situation. Maybe if he could get Mrs. Harrow alone and just explain to her what Henry was saying-

With an exasperated sigh, Mrs. Harrow placed a hand on Henry’s shoulder and began leading him back down the hallway from which she’d appeared.

“Come on Henry, we’ll get you some ice.”

Eddie couldn’t move, he’d become cemented to the floor at some point during his meltdown.

“Eddie?” Stan’s soft voice penetrated the space between them, but it sounded distant. Anger bubbled up inside Eddie, anger that he wasn’t at all certain how to process.

“Hey, Eddie, I’m so sorry. You know none of what Bowers said was true, right?”

Like a kettle blowing its whistle, Eddie’s top popped.

“OF COURSE IT’S TRUE.”

Eddie whipped around to face Stan, his cheeks red hot as he filled with steam.

“I’M GAY, STANLEY. DON’T YOU KNOW? I’M A FUCKING FRUIT CAKE. AND NOT EVEN A GOOD FRUIT CAKE, I’M ONE OF THOSE CHRISTMAS FRUIT CAKES THAT EVERYONE JUST PUTS IN THEIR FREEZER AND FORGETS ABOUT UNTIL SUMMER. THEN THEY THROW ME OUT, BECAUSE NO ONE EVEN LIKES FRUIT CAKE STANLEY.”

“Hotdogs like fruitcakes.”

Eddie sputtered; his mind unable to connect the pieces while he was burning red hot.

“WHAT?”

He could probably stop yelling, but if Eddie let himself think too long about how he just came out to his best friend, he might melt the rest of the way into the ground and become nothing more than carpeting.

“Hotdogs. I hear they go well with fruitcakes.” Stan repeated calmly.

Eddie felt like he was going to combust.

“What are you-”

“Richie is your hotdog, right?”

At the mention of Richie, Eddie’s anger began to simmer down, exhaustion pulling at his muscles. All he could do was nod.

“Look, Eddie, if it wasn’t obvious enough already, I don’t care that you’re gay. I’m a Jewish boy scout whose nerd repertoire is more extensive than that of most comic book writers, what space do I have to judge.”

Eddie’s heart rate was settling down, the reassurance from his friend a comforting constant. This was Stanley, he’d never cared what ‘secrets’ Eddie had kept from him before, and this was no different. Well, this was a little different from the time he stole Stan’s pudding cup and then confessed an hour later out of guilt. But even then, Stan had been nothing but understanding.

“Yeah, he’s the hot dog.” Eddie’s voice was beginning to level out as well, the heat of the moment passing on.

“Richie isn’t like all those other hot dogs. He’s sure of himself in a way I’ve never met anyone else to be. The way his friends speak about him leaves no doubt in my mind that he has himself figured out; at least enough not to hurt you. He’s one of the good guys, Eddie.”

“One of the good hotdogs.” Eddie corrected.

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to drop that now that we’re being transparent with each other. I don’t like having to think about Richie’s… hotdog every time we tiptoe around your metaphor.”

Eddie’s cheeks blushed a furious shade of fuchsia as his mind also began to wander towards Richie’s hotdog.

“Richie’s stuck indoors for the next few days too, right?” Stan prompted.

“Yeah, Mrs. Harrow was pretty clear about that.” Eddie scowled at the memory. “So, you guys are stuck in lockdown together; seems like the perfect romance scenario to me.”

The more Eddie thought about it, the more things seemed to fall into place. Eddie had been excited about skiing, but what he was more excited about was this budding energy between him and Richie. Mrs. Harrow had unknowingly set up the perfect circumstance for them to spend as much time together as possible, and if Eddie could muster up the courage, he just might try to take advantage of it.

Stan and Eddie had parted hours ago, but Eddie was just now beginning to rouse back into existence.

After the fight with Henry, Eddie’s lack of sleep from the night before finally caught up with him. The nap on the bus had been helpful, but not enough to regenerate all the energy he’d lost to his anxiety the past 24 hours. As soon as he’d returned to his room he hadn’t been able to fight it anymore. He’d barely gotten his shoes off before collapsing into the inviting plush bedding and zonking out for three hours.

Lucky for Eddie, three hours didn’t put him back that much. It was dinner time, but Eddie knew most of the students were prepared to stay on the slopes until the late hours of the night (or at least until teacher enforced curfew).

Eddie was overheating, having fallen asleep with his winter coat and snow pants on. He was surprised he hadn’t died in his sleep from a layer induced fever. Could that even happen? Well, Eddie wasn’t keen on finding out today. He promptly stripped off the stifling clothing and did the same with his undergarments. While the suffocating layers may not have killed him, they had certainly left him covered in sweat.

Eddie trailed into the bathroom, catching a glimpse of his naked form in the mirror and stopping. He turned fully towards his reflection, squinting as if sizing himself up.

He wasn’t very buff, but he was nicely filled out from years of dabbling in sports. He definitely still had a thinner body, his waist dipping in elegantly before flaring back out into hips that, quite honestly, were pretty generous for a man. Eddie didn’t love his body, but who did? Everyone had issues to point out if they took a magnifying glass to themselves, but overall, Eddie was pleased with his appearance.

He hoped that Richie would be too, if they ever ended up there.

Eddie turned to the side, assessing his profile. He wondered what it would look like if Richie was slotted in behind him, arms wrapped tight around Eddie’s thin waist to hold him close. The height difference alone would cause Eddie to look small in comparison; Richie was an absolute tree. The thought shouldn’t have made Eddie feel as hot as it did, but he soon found himself heating up again.

Eddie leaned over the sink, resting his elbows on the edge so he could lean in close to his figure. His cock brushed up against the cold wood surface of the counter and he gasped in surprise, looking down to find it peering up at him in intrigue.

Eddie’s wonderings about Richie must have gotten him a little more worked up than he’d anticipated.

Glancing back up at himself in the mirror, Eddie let one hand trail down to the spot between his legs. He grasped himself as he pictured Richie behind him, staring back at him through their reflections with that enticing grin.

‘What, Eds. Don’t think I’ll fuck you right here in the bathroom?’

Eddie moaned quietly to himself, picturing just how he’d respond to Richie’s teasing.

‘I bet you won’t, Tozier. Too afraid of someone walking in on us. You’re all talk but no game.’

Eddie would dangle the challenge in front of Richie knowing full well that he wouldn’t back down. He’d take Eddie’s hips and thrust himself inside without hesitation, just one single move would be all it took for Richie to fill him up.

Eddie’s wrist cramped from the awkward angle he held it at, but he refused to move from his spot bent over the sink, too caught up in the fantasy.

He replayed the moans he’d committed to memory the night before, those sinful sounds that Richie seemed to let slip out like he didn’t know they were poisonous darts striking right through Eddie’s skin.

‘Richie…’ Eddie moaned, the sound echoing in the empty bathroom.

‘Eddie…’ He could hear Richie say, pounding into him at a relentless pace that would leave bruises on Eddie’s skin from where he slammed into the countertop.

And then Eddie was releasing into his fist, cum pooling over and dripping into the sink. His body shook with shock and his toes curled, eyes squeezing shut as he milked the last bit out of himself before going completely slack.

He was grateful that counter was there to hold him up, because if not he would have probably fallen to the floor.

It took a moment for Eddie to finally open his eyes again, but when he did, he was surprised at how disappointed he was that Richie wasn’t actually there. He knew he’d gotten lost in his mind, but it didn’t ease his despondency.

Eddie stepped into the shower, committing himself to not think about Richie at least until he returned squeaky clean.

It didn’t work.

Eddie had thought about Richie the entire shower.

Eddie tried to let his worry be soothed by Stan’s words, though it continued to flare at the least opportune times. Eddie accepted that he probably wouldn’t be completely placated until he had Richie do it himself, hopefully through tender hands and soothing touches.

Eddie redressed himself, this time forgoing the heavy layers in favor of a warm wool sweater and comfortable sweatpants. He didn’t bother styling his hair, too set on hunting down Richie to care whether his locks were combed to the left or to the right.

He quickly pocketed his cellphone and room key, setting off in search of the only other student in the building.

Eddie didn’t know Richie’s room number, so he took a gamble and wandered into the lobby. There was a pool table in the center of the room, looking lonely as those around it chose to read a book by the fireplace or chat quietly by the windows. There weren’t many people to speak of, so it was easy to quickly spot that familiar face that made Eddie’s heart skip.

Richie was laying across one of the couches, arms flung across his chest in protest. He was grumbling lowly to the man sitting a seat away, which Eddie recognized as their bus driver.

“And so, in walks the other prisoner.” Eric drawled as he noticed Eddie, an easy smile on his face.

Richie’s head popped up quickly, his curls bouncing as they tried to keep up with the swift change in position. Once Richie saw Eddie, the rest of his body followed enthusiastically as he jumped up from his seat.

“EDDIE!” Richie cheered loudly, before quickly clearing his throat and lowering his voice to a more lobby-appropriate volume. “What are you doing here?”

“Uhh, I sort of…” Eddie chanced a glance over Richie’s shoulder, noting that Eric wasn’t paying attention to their conversation. “punched Henry Bowers.” He mumbled lowly.

“YOU WHAT!?”

“SHHHHH!” Eddie grabbed Richie by the arm and pulled him back down to the couch, looking around them anxiously to see if Richie had drawn any eyes. “It’s not a big deal, okay?” Eddie added once he was sure no one was listening in.

“Uhm, I’d say punching the guy who’s made everyone’s life a living hell for the past four years counts as a big deal.” Richie challenged.

Eddie sighed, letting himself lean back into the leather couch as he chewed on his bottom lip. Richie wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t not a big deal, but Eddie wasn’t the violent type. He hadn’t meant to do what he’d done; he’d just snapped. He didn’t regret it, but he didn’t want to dwell on it either, especially since dwelling on it meant remembering all that lead up to it.

“Can we talk about something else please?” Eddie asked, his voice small and begging.

Richie was clearly itching for more details, but he still dropped the subject as he copied Eddie’s position sinking into the couch.

“So, what are you doing here?” Eddie asked, grateful that Richie had respected his request.

“Eric’s on babysitting duty.” Richie nodded over to Eric who sent them a thumbs up without looking away from his phone. “Mrs. Harrow doesn’t trust me to stay inside.”

“I mean, to be fair, neither do I.” Eddie mused, a smirk playing on his face.

Richie bumped his shoulder into Eddie’s, feigning offence even as laughter spilled from his chest.

“Fine, but at least leave me with something to do, you know? I’m not a convict, I’m injured!” Richie lifted his leg and pointed to his ankle as if to prove his point.

“As the convict here, I take offense to that.” Eddie teased.

“Well, Eddie, how do you feel about reformation?” Eric asked. As Eddie regarded him, he saw that Eric had pocketed his phone and was now leaning towards them in engagement.

Eddie narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Depends on what sort of reformation.”

“Why don’t you take over guard duty?” Eric offered, nodding towards Richie. “Personally, I’d have let Richie stay in his room anyway, but I was given my orders. If you make sure he doesn’t leave, then at least the two of you can spend your evening watching TV or something. Just don’t let anyone see you outside your rooms, I don’t want to get in trouble for abandoning post. Mrs. Harrow is scary when she’s mad.”

Eric mimicked a shiver running down his spine before shaking it off, smiling at the two of them warmly.

“Eric, as per usual, you are the BEST.” Richie cheered.

“Yeah, I know.”

Richie and Eddie wasted no time before scrambling to their feet and jetting out of the lobby. They didn’t discuss whose room they were going to, but once Richie pressed his floor number on the elevator keypad it was unspoken.

Eddie was going to be alone in a room with Richie. Unsupervised. For hours.

Eddie was going to shit his pants.

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blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

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Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Edited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter Five: The One with the Tour

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2476

Scott Harvey was a manipulative man. He knew how to get what he wanted when he wanted and was never one to take no for an answer. He'd do whatever it took to ensure he had people wrapped around his finger so that he could snap his fingers and have what he desired in his hands at a moment’s notice. And Lily fell for that. She became the next in a long line of women who were eating out of the palm of his hand, all because he promised her the world. He promised her security, happiness, and peace. Instead, she got fear, chaos, and emotional trauma. The exact thing she was terrified of. He used her anxiety against her, used the fragility of her mind to keep her trapped in his web like a fly.

She was sort of thankful for Mary. she was a sweet woman, the two got along and were pretty amicable. Lily knew if she needed anything, Mary would help out, and vice versa. Because you can have a messy marriage, but keep a healthy relationship with the wrecking ball that destroyed the thin wall that still stood. Lily was grateful for Mary because she was able to open the blonde’s eyes to see what was going on. The web of lies that Scott had caught Lily in, like a spider, finding its next meal.

And every time she saw him, saw that sideways smile and forehead creases, all of the emotions he caused caught up to Lily in a ball, and took up camp in the middle of her throat, rendering her speechless for the majority of their brief conversations. Which is where we pick up, in the hallway of Scott and Mary's apartment building, Scott holding his daughter, Leila, in his arms. something Lily didn't believe she had ever seen her ex do with their son.

"Traffic was insane...sorry I'm a little late." Lily mumbled, her broken eyes darting everywhere, in an attempt to keep them from making contact with the deep-set hazel of Scott’s iris'.

"Don't apologize. I'll never complain about spending a bit longer with Hunter." Scott said, his voice still as soft as a marshmallow. Lily couldn't help but wince ever so gently as it floated into her ears, sending a rush of adrenaline and nerves to her heart, picking up its pace.

"Mom!" a young boy’s voice called before bursting past the older man, almost knocking down his mother, gripping onto her waist.

"Hey kiddo," Lily smiled, hand running through the blonde locks atop of her son’s head, smiling gently as he hid his face into her side. turning her attention back to Scott, she gave a weak smile, "Thanks for letting me pick him up early. my parents are coming down for dinner."

“No problem. Say hi to Abel and Alicia for me," Scott smiled, causing a shiver to run down Lily's spine. The idea of saying that Scott said hi made Lily sick to her stomach. Her parents despised the father of their grandson, for good reason. As far as the Osborne parents were concerned, Scott was a dead man, "See ya, buddy."

Saying a quick goodbye, Lily and Hunter found themselves back in the car as quickly as the conversation that just happened. Hunter was quiet at first, waiting for Lily to regain her composure for the second time that day. Her forehead rested on the leather of her steering wheel, deep breaths escaping her lips as her fingers wrapped around the wheel. A few moments later, Lily relaxed back into her seat, turning on the car.

"So Grandma and Grandpa are coming over?" Hunter asked, breaking the comfortable silence the mother and son had going on, "When did you find out?"

Lily tried her best to repress the smile the threatened to explode onto her face. She loved giving Hunter surprises. With everything the boy has been through, being able to see his face light up when he's faced with something unexpected was the only high she'd ever need. It was rare to see such extreme emotion out of Hunter, and let alone something as raw as the joy he gets with surprises. And this one that she had planned, it would go down in history. He would be talking about it for ages to come, for the rest of his life even. That's what Lily wanted, for him to create perfect childhood memories he'd be able to tell his kids in the future. To gather them up around the table at Christmas and pass stories around about how he and Grandma spent a day with Earth’s mightiest heroes and got to see where they worked. That was the goal of a parent, to make their child's days as memorable as they could.

"Oh the other day they mentioned it, but nothing was ever confirmed. I got a text this morning from Grandma about it," Lily hummed nonchalantly as she pulled out of the Brooklyn apartment complex, and turned onto the busy roads.

Connecting his phone to the Apple car play that came with the vehicle, Hunter spoke again, "That'll be nice. I know you miss seeing them sometimes. Long Island is so far away from Manhattan, why did you move away?"

Lily's smile grew wide, the dimple in her cheek creating a cavern of happiness at her son’s words. He was as intuitive as they come, and as observant as all get out. Truly, Lily believed herself to be one of the luckiest mothers in the world to be blessed with an angel-like Hunter. He was pure of heart and as sharp as a whip. He always picked up on Lily's microaggressions, and all of the small mannerisms she showed while in certain moods. She was never sure how he became as smart as he did, but doctors insisted it was because of her intelligence. That it carried on down to her son, and how he reflected her as a child. And Lily lived a loving and wonderful childhood, so hopefully, that too would relay to her son.

Reaching over to ruffle his hair, Lily let out a gentle sigh, "Well Hunter, I moved out here to the city with Auntie Gen when I graduated high school. I got into Columbia University, which was my dream school. So I came out here to study, while Aunt Gen was over in NYU, studying business. I moved out here for the opportunity, and I'm glad I did because you were the result."

Hunter let out a small noise as he acknowledged the story that his mother just shared while scanning Spotify for the best playlist. The two loved the eighties and nineties, so he settled on a premade group of songs from that era. The bass boomed throughout the car as the two began to belt out the lyrics to Billie Jean by Michael Jackson. It was moments like these when Lily felt most content. Just her and Hunter, living their best lives together as they sang to oldies but goodies. Being able to see his eyes light up whenever they passed a cool-looking building or when they saw a cute dog or one that looked like Joey. Her favourite moment though, the cream of the crop is when he sings. Though not a professional, he always looked so at ease while letting his voice dance through the car.

About twenty minutes into the drive, he caught on though, "This isn't the way home. Where are we going?" his voice rang, turning down the volume of the Lionel Richie.

She had to think quickly. If he noticed the slightest of hesitation in Lily's speech, the surprise would be blown, and he wouldn't be surprised when they didn't stop at home. So, she did what she thought would throw him off the most, "We've gotta hit a grocery store on the way home. Aunt Gen needs something for the cafe and this is the only place that sells it near here. Is that okay kiddo?"

Nodding, he turned the music back up. This meant that he believed what she said. If he didn't, he'd press on further. Interrogating Lily until he got the truth out of her. He would make a hell of a lawyer in the future, due to the strange ability he had of getting into people’s minds. He was like Scott in that way, but different at the same time. He never used it to manipulate, or use people, but to find out the truth. Get the answers. learn. That was Hunter’s goal, not to make people the puppets in his little game. he was curious, that was all.

Shortly after the small conversation between the two introverts, Lily took the turn that would lead them straight to the compound. Her aged eyes glanced towards the world that sat in her passenger seat. He hadn't noticed yet, and Lily was thankful. It would be more exhilarating if he didn't realize until they went up to the door. Knocking on the door and having someone like Captain America answer? Now that was something that Lily would love to witness. To see her son's heart swell at the sight of one of his heroes answering the door. She could only imagine what he would say, and couldn't seem to fathom how he would react.

Pulling into the parking lot, Lily stopped the car and turned it off, capturing Hunters’ attention. He sat up in his seat and glanced out the window, a confused yet intrigued look masking his typical stoic facial expression. Stepping out of the car, Lily gestured with her left hand to follow her up towards the doors. Hesitantly, Hunter followed along, his shoes making gentle noises on the rocks and pebbles below his feet.

"Where are we?" he questioned, hand slipping into the fragile one of his mothers, "and why are your hands always so cold?"

Lily remained silent, simply walking up the stairs of the compound. Her neck craned to look down at the bewildered boy, who couldn't help but swivel his head around in an attempt to recognize his surroundings. But the only time he would have ever seen this place was maybe in pictures, so Lily was sure that she had gotten the surprise in the bag. That she was able to dupe the boy that could rarely ever be surprised. Now that would be an accomplishment.

Lily's free hand reached up and knocked on the grey doors in front of them, pursing and nibbling on her lips in an attempt to hide the mischievous and prideful grin that threatened to give away the present. She had been looking forward to this moment the entire car ride, hardly being able to contain the excitement that rushed through her veins at the idea of her son’s wildest dreams coming true. Well, his wildest dream would be to become an Avenger or any sort of superhero. But a mother could only do so much.

Voices rang out behind the door before it was swung open to reveal Sam Wilson. The man who had originally offered to take the eleven-year-old boy on a tour of the place, "Lily! you made it, was starting to get worried you two would bail on us," he teased, chocolate brown eyes readjusting to look down at the blonde boy beside Lily, "Hey Hunter, nice to see you again."

Her son’s hand had slipped out of her own, which caught Lily's attention. she looked down at him and felt her heart swell about a million times bigger than it already was. His smile reached ear to ear, cheeks growing to a rosy red and his pupils dilated to eleven. He seemed frozen, stuck to his one position on the porch step of the Avengers compound. Her frail hand tapped the boy on the back, urging him to respond and walk into the building.

"He's a tad awestruck it seems," Lily chuckled, taking his small hand into her own and walking past the threshold of the home, "It took me a bit to find this place."

"Privacy is key for us," a voice rang out from a bit away. Lily's eyes averted towards the sound and she spotted Captain America. The Captain America. Steve Rogers. Every girl’s dream man. He was even more gorgeous in person, and Lily couldn't help but feel choked up as she looked at him. The way his chest looked as though it was going to burst through the fabric of his shirt, or how she could see his sky blue eyes from eight meters away, "Glad you guys could make it. Picked a perfect day, everyone’s around."

"Why don't I take Hunter down through the compound so he can get the full tour," Sam grinned down at the beaming boy, "Will you be joining us, Ms. Osborne?"

Oh no. If she went, her mind wouldn't be able to handle it. The idea of walking around with her son in a place like this was already overwhelming. Feeling as though she should be able to do more to give him the luxury life he so badly deserved. Making him feel as though he was the king of the world. Not to mention, the entire place itself was a lot to take in. And with her anxiety already running high today, it would be better for Lily's mind and heart to wait out in the car or something. Plus, Hunter was with the Falcon, she had no worries.

"It's okay, you two go have fun, I'll wait in the car," Lily said, a tight smile pulling at the sides of her lips as she ran a thumb across her son’s chin, nodding for him to follow the superhero. And as if he was in a trance, Hunter followed Sam like a zombie, or may a dog following a treat. Either would work in this scenario.

"Oh no don't go wait in your car, come sit with us. I'm sure Bucky wouldn't mind seeing you again after your run-in yesterday," Steve smiled, making Lily's knees feel like they had miraculously turned into jello, "He's making blueberry pancakes for a part of the team."

Lily's mouth ran dry. Blueberry pancakes. Just like the ones she had gotten the day prior. The ones he had asked her about. Her cheeks grew hot as a magenta colour blush forced itself onto them, giving away the embarrassment and intrigue she had. It couldn't have been anything. He was just making blueberry pancakes. That's normal. It was an average thing for people to do. Especially when you've got nothing else to do. right?

"He knew you may have been coming, that's why he made them." Steve whispered as he offered his arm for Lily, beginning to lead her towards the kitchen.

So he did make them on purpose.

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