#love you forever stan pines you’re so funny

[boomposhpow]

i trappend him in the graph paper, he cannot get out

[babybluebex]

can I please request a sebastian stan imagine where sebastian and the reader are both dating other people but they end up liking each other after filming something together, and the rest is up to you? xx

distance [sebastian stan x reader]

➽ pairing: sebastian stan x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 1.9k ➽ summary: see above!  ➽ warnings: explicit language, mentions of tom hiddleston x reader, angst, pining ➽ a/n: enjoy!

Jealousy was new to you. Sure, you turned green every so often, but it wasn’t a usual occurrence. It happened infrequently enough that you forgot the way it felt every time it bubbled up again. Recently, though, you were familiar with jealousy. 

You weren’t quite sure when it started. Maybe when you first met Sebastian. It was at the premiere for Avengers. You had been in it, playing Tony Stark’s daughter Lucy, who was kidnapped by the crazed Loki. In filming your scenes with Tom Hiddleston, you had grown to appreciate him, and the premiere was a sort-of announcement that you were dating. By that point, you already knew that you would be in the next Captain America movie, and you were thrilled to work with Chris and Scarlet again. On top of that, you were excited to meet Anthony Mackie. 

You didn’t know that Sebastian would be in Winter Soldier until he approached you at the premiere. He looked handsome, suit and rings and slicked hair, and he congratulated you on an amazing performance. “Oh, I loved you in First Avenger,” you told him with a smile. “Bucky was my favorite by far. I cried when he died.” 

Tom wrapped his arm around your waist and nodded in agreement. “She was truly a mess,” he said. “We had to pause the movie.” He shook Sebastian’s hand, and the force of it wasn’t lost on you. 

“I got emotional during your scene together in the Tower,” Sebastian said. “Lucy begging for her dad, and Loki’s unrelenting cruelty. I just… Wow. It blew me away!” 

“Thanks,” you said. “Are you gonna visit the Winter Soldier set?”

Sebastian laughed and bit his bottom lip. Full and pink. He was so totally handsome, and you felt lightheaded even being in his presence. “Well,” he started. “I’m actually in it.” 

You gasped. “What? How? Bucky died!” 

“He was rescued,” Sebastian said slowly. “By HYDRA. And he comes back.”

“Oh, my God,” you laughed. “Oh, you just made my entire night. Wow! I-I can’t wait!” 

Sebastian nodded, and he looked to his side. A few meters away, a woman was talking to the press, and she quickly came and kissed Sebastian on the cheek. You recognized her as one of his co-stars from Once Upon A Time, and you felt that unfamiliar jealousy bubble in your stomach. Why were you jealous? You were on the arm of one of the most talented and successful actors, and, besides that, you loved your boyfriend. 

So why did you want more? 

Filming for Winter Soldier started, and you quickly found out your character’s storyline. She was working with Steve and Fury to help in reparations of the New York fiasco from Avengers, and she was the first one to encounter the Winter Soldier. She wouldn’t recognize him and would tell Steve about her encounter with a super-soldier, and Natasha would tell the story of the Winter Soldier, how he was a myth and a ghost. The directors, the talented Russo brothers, had told you that an arc would extend past the movie and into the sequels where Lucy helps break Bucky Barnes from his brainwashing and they would eventually fall in love. But, they assured you, that was several films off. They didn’t even plan for Lucy and Bucky to kiss until the next Captain America movie. 

You and Sebastian became quick friends. Despite the metal-like prosthetic and long hair and heavy makeup that he wore on set, you found comfort in him. You couldn’t explain it, but you felt at ease with him. Between takes, you could be found laughing and jokingly sparing with him. 

One night, after filming, you called Tom. He was on a press tour for Dark World at the same time, which meant that your schedules never lined up. That night was the first time you had properly talked to him in weeks. “Hi, love,” you said. “How’re you? I miss you like crazy.” 

“I miss you too, darling,” Tom told you in his smooth baritone. “I’m alright. Tired as hell, though.” 

“I’m sorry,” you said softly. “Anything I can do to help?” 

“Just talk to me,” Tom sighed, and you imagined him leaning his head back. “Tell me about filming.” 

“Well,” you began. “A lot more physical than what I’m used to. A lot of running around and everything, ya know? My legs are sore all the time.” You laughed, and you listened to Tom’s scratchy laughter. “But I’m surrounded by great people. The Russos are awesome, and of course, Chris and Scarlet and Samuel are fantastic.”

“And Sebastian?”

You hesitated to talk about Sebastian. You hoped that your boyfriend hadn’t caught onto your infatuation with him, but that’s all it was. It was just a crush on a hot guy. “He’s cool,” you said. “Really funny and friendly. Most of my physical scenes are with him.” 

“I know you can’t tell me much,” Tom said. “But do you get to snog him?” 

You laughed, but bit your cheek all the same. “Not yet,” you chuckled. “That’s not until the next Captain America movie.”

“Oh,” Tom said quickly. “I was joking, but… Do you and Sebastian have any scenes like that?” 

“Not in this movie, love,” you assured him. “Are you jealous?” 

“Just a bit,” Tom admitted. “I just wish that it was me that you were kissing.” 

You sighed. “That’s the nature of our jobs, huh?” you said. “I wish I was kissing you too.” 

Tom was quiet for a moment, then he mumbled, “I think maybe we should take a break.” 

You wanted to be shocked, but you knew that it was coming. It was several months in the making and, with nothing concrete keeping you two together, it was inevitable. You weren’t hurt at all. “Me too,” you said softly. “We just… I can’t do long distance. It sounds cliche, but it’s not you, Hidds.”

“Distance is supposed to make the heart grow fonder,” Tom sighed. “But…” 

You nodded. “I understand,” you said. “But please, if you ever need someone to talk to, don’t hesitate to call me. Alright? I still care about you loads.” 

“Same to you, darling,” Tom whispered. And the call ended. 

The next day was weird, to put it plainly. You felt ill all morning and you couldn’t figure out exactly why, but, the moment you saw Sebastian, you understood it. Your boyfriend’s jealousy was powerful. As much as Tom wanted to blame it on something else, you knew that it was the green monster that had prompted the break up. “Hey,” Sebastian said cheerfully, placing a playful jab to your arm. “You seem tired.” 

“Gee, what a nice thing to say to a lady,” you chuckled. “No, I’m just…” You sighed. “Tom and I broke up last night. I’m a little weird today.” 

Sebastian’s face soured. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said. “You guys seemed so happy together.” 

You shrugged. “We were,” you said. “‘Distance is supposed to make the heart grow fonder’... But I guess it doesn’t.” 

Sebastian frowned deep, and you pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m really fucking sorry,” he whispered. “Is there anything I can do?” 

“No,” you said, pulling out of his strong grip. Even without the actual metal arm, he was strong as hell. “Just a hug is enough.” 

“I’m glad I can do that,” Sebastian said. His eyes sparkled, and he added, “I understand what you’re going through. Jennifer and I broke up a few weeks before filming started.” 

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed. “Seb! I had no idea! I’m so sorry.” 

Sebastian shrugged. “It was for the best,” he said. The hug had yet to break, but you didn’t mind. Even through the layers of his costume, you could feel Sebastian’s heartbeat on your cheek, and it was soothing. 

Filming finished several weeks after your breakup with Tom, and then it was time for your own press tour. Marvel paired you with Scarlet for most press junkets, but sometimes you were put with Sebastian. Those days were your favorite, mostly because absolutely no work got done. You two were forever laughing and making fun of each other, and you always saw edits of your interviews on social media. 

Finally, the premiere came. You and Sebastian had already agreed to be each other’s dates, but you were blown away by him. His hair was short and styled, and he looked breathtakingly handsome in his expensive black suit and matching black tie. “Oh my fucking God,” Sebastian laughed when he saw you, though. “You look… Holy shit. So beautiful.” 

“Oh, God, stop,” you groaned. Your dress was a beautiful thing, custom Dior, red silk that hugged your body just right, and you shivered when Sebastian’s warm fingers trailed down your exposed back. “You look even better.” 

“Well, that’s not possible,” Sebastian scoffed. “You’re gonna steal the show.” 

“When I’m next to you?” You asked. “Everyone’s gonna be focused on your pretty blue eyes.” 

Sebastian smiled softly, his hand finally settling on the small of your back. “I have something for you,” he said gently. 

“Oh, Seb!” you groaned. “You did not buy me something. You know I hate that!” 

“Aw, c’mon, you’re gonna love it,” Sebastian said, and he reached into a pocket inside his suit jacket. He pulled out a small box, just big enough for a pair of earrings or something equivalent, and he opened it. You gasped. A ring. Silver metal, two diamonds with a ruby nestled in the middle. It was dainty and gorgeous, and you felt tears pricking at your eyes. 

“You piece of shit,” you sniffled. “I just had my makeup done and now you’re ruining it!” You hugged him all the same, though, and you whispered in his ear, “It’s so gorgeous, Seb. Thank you.” 

When you pulled out of the hug, you looked at Sebastian, admiring him. He was truly a gorgeous man, and you felt your chest grow hot at the look in his eyes. Were his pupils blown from love? Lust? Something else entirely? 

He answered the question. Sebastian placed his hand on your cheek and tugged you into a kiss, the hand on your back pulling you in against his body, and you held onto the back of his neck. He was everything you thought he would be: his lips were soft and tasted so nice, like cinnamon and whisky and all things wonderful, and, when the kiss broke, he rested his forehead against yours. “I…” he started. “I’m sorry, Y/N, that was-- I shouldn’t have--“ 

“Stop,” you whispered firmly. You knew that Sebastian, the man you were able to call your best friend, was prone to anxiety, and you didn’t want a single anxious thought about you to cross his mind. “Don’t apologize. If you hadn’t kissed me, I would have kissed you. Thank you.” 

You saw Sebastian’s hands shaking as he slid the ring onto your middle finger, and you smiled at how perfectly it fit. “Bucky,” you whispered, admiring the ring. “Silver and red… Right?” 

“Glad you caught that,” Sebastian chuckled. “Look, I know that I’m just your date, but I just really like you. I feel stupid because I’m so nervous about it, but… Seeing you upset over Tom just made me feel so horrible. I never want to see you like that again, and if I can help to make your days better, then I want to. Can I?” 

You touched your hand to his cheek, and you nodded. “Of course,” you told him. “I’d love nothing more, Seb.” 

[maximumjinx]

Steven Universe Gravity Falls AU

~Yknow what they say, if you run out of content, ya gotta make it yourself. This is a ? shot (I might continue or not who knows not me) please don’t ask for more I have 18 unfinished fanfics on this site.~

California was nice, Steven had to admit. The people were nice, the food was fantastic, and the weather was splendid. It reminded him a lot of Beach City. Though there were just so many people, and traveling north, Steven was beginning to long for something small and simple again.

Oregon was the perfect place for that, right?

“Ronaldo wants pictures of Bigfoot, and if anyone can find him, its you Steven.” Petey’s voice was faint on Steven’s phone speaker, tossed into the passenger seat as Steven blindly picked a highway exit.

“Sure Petey, but couldn’t Ronaldo just go to a circus?”

“Not big feet Steven,” Petey emphasized, “Bigfoot.”

“Saying it twice isn’t helping buddy.” Steven was half paying attention. He was focusing on the winding roads and the looming trees surrounding him. Deep, in the pit of Steven’s stomach, he felt something start to tug him toward one direction farther away from the highway. He wasn’t quite sure if it was a good or bad feeling yet.

“Forget it, I’m going to take a blurry photo of that mean Gem in the woods and say its Bigfoot.”

“Just don’t let Jasper catch you, she’s no joke when she’s angry.”

“I saw her ripping grass out of the ground I think I’ll be fine. Later dude.”

Steven heard a small click and smiled to himself. He’s happy to see how far the people of Beach City have come and how they’ve taken to the gems. He remembers when the Crystal Gems were once the outcasts of town that locals warned you to stay away from.

He looked up to see a welcome sign.

“Gravity falls. Well, that’s a funny name.”

—

Steven wanted small and simple but he feels he may have overshot it.

This small town had exactly three attractions. A town museum that mentioned marrying woodpeckers (Steven couldn’t figure out if that was a normal human thing, like taxes and velcro), a small diner, and as one local described it ‘some tourist trap’ deep in the woods. It was a sticky summer day and the former two attractions didn’t have airconditioning. Steven gambled on the last stop in hopes of stretching his legs and maybe finding a source to the strange feeling in his gut. It had become much stronger since he entered this small town. Alluring, but nothing related to Gems as far as Steven could tell.

He parked in the nearly empty lot and stepped out. Jacket wrapped loosely around his hips, Steven made his way inside.

A girl that looked about 13 was petting a pig on the front porch. She was incredibly reflective, and depsite the heat wore a knitted bedazzled sweater that made her glow like a disco ball in the sun.

She looked Steven up and down as he approached, a wide smile taking up her face and Steven saw bright braces with colored bands.

“Hi!” She launched upwards, startling the pig away, “I’m Mabel, but you can call me anytime.” The girl winked and stuck out her hand, palm facing the floor.

Steven blinked.

“Mabel, stop scaring away the customers!” A gruff voice yelled through the screen door, and soon an older man stepped out in a suit, wearing a fez and eyepatch.

Immediately the old man squinted at Steven, sizing him up.

Stanley Pines knew this teen wasn’t local, but he wasn’t sure if he had any money. For all he knew he was another boy trying to hit on his giftshop cashier, Wendy.

Oh well, a customer is a customer.

“Come in, come in, and see our mystical and magical wonders!”

“Magical?” This could be it, Steven could figure out why this town has felt off. Maybe it was gem related after all.

Quickly this older man who had introduced himself as Mr. Mystery gave Steven a tour of what looked like failed taxidermy projects. Now Steven may have a lived a sheltered childhood, but he felt pretty confident there was no such thing as a Sashcrotch. And so far, nothing had felt magical or mysterious.

“That concludes our tour! Here is our mistifying giftshop and it’s purchasable wonders!”

“Right...” Well, at the very least he was able to spend some time in airconditioning.

There was a girl behind the desk in plaid that looked about Steven’s age, and just a half inch shorter than him. She looked bored, flipping through a magazine as a young boy that looked a lot like Mabel made googly eyes as he swept by the door.

Steven guessed there was no harm in asking around.

“Hi, I’m Steven.” He smiled easily, walking up to the register.

“No refunds, even if an exhibit bit you.” She sighed, peeking up before turning back to her magazine.

“Oh no, nothing bit me, I just wanted to know something.”

She looked up to get a better look at Steven and gave a small smirk.

“Sure, but only because I like your shirt. Mr. Universe merch, now that’s a deep cut.”

Unbeknownst to Steven, Dipper Pines would had been watching the exchange felt a twinge of uneasiness as this out of towner talked with Wendy.

“Have you ever seen anything strange or weird actually happen in this town?”

Wendy’s smile dropped.

“Why do you ask?” Her eyes flickered to Dipper, just for a moment, and that was all he needed to rush over.

“Excuse me sir, please buy something or exit the store.” Dipper spoke in the deepest voice he could muster.

Steven looked over with a questioning expression.

“Oh sure uh-“ He blindly reached for the wad of bills that his dad had given to him before he left. Steven pulled out a hundred dollar bill and put it on the counter. Wendy looked up baffled as Steven stuffed the other cash back in his wallet.

“Boy was I wrong about you kid!” Mr. Mystery, seemingly materializing out of nowhere, now bounded over. He had loosened his tie and lost the eyepatch which turned out he never needed.

“Whaddya wanna know? I’ll tell you everything. There’s gnomes in the woods you know-“

“Grunkle Stan!” Dipper protested loudly, dragging his Stan away and harshly whispering at him.

“Did you steal that money?” Wendy asked as Steven watched the pair whisper fight in the corner. He turned back to the girl and gave a sheepish smile.

“Uh no, my dad gave it to me before this roadtrip. He’s actually Mr. Universe.”

Wendy lit up.

“No freaking way! Your dad is Mr. Universe? I only got into him since he managed Sadie Killer and the Suspects and they always perform covers of his songs on tour, I can’t believe he’s your dad!” She rambled, stars in her eyes. Steven beamed, he loved when people praised his dad’s music. Greg really deserved it.

Steven learned Wendy’s name and they swapped stories back and forth, only interrupted as the girl from outside slowly rose from the behind the counter beaming.

“A cute musician that loves weird stuff, take me now.” She swooned. Steven blushed profusely, not used to the attention.

“Sorry, my girlfriend Connie probably wouldn’t like that very much.” He said gently. Mabel looked him up and down and pouted.

“I can wait, but not forever.” She warned, and winked, bounding to break apart her grunkle and Dipper, who are now whisper screaming with arms flailing.

“I wasn’t going to mention that Dorito shaped jerk! Just the normal stuff!”

“It’s dangerous! He could be a spy, or government, or another stack of gnomes!”

Steven raised an eyebrow and looked at Wendy. She chuckled and shrugged. Steven carefully approached them.

“He can hear everything you’re saying anyways so might as well tell him!” Mabel interrupted, nodding towards Steven as he came up.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m definitely not government.” Steven technically didn’t exist at all. He never had a social security card and didn’t have a birth certificate.

Dipper only glared. Rich strangers with an interest in the paranormal didn’t come through gravity falls without some kind of agenda.

Steven hated the conflict he was starting. No information was worth this family fighting.

“Okay,” he surrendered, hands up, “I’ll just go. I’ll stick around town until tomorrow if you change your minds”

“Wait Steven-”

“Let him go Wendy,” Dipper glared as the boy in pink walked out, “We can’t trust him.”

“But I was going to ask for Sadie tickets...” Wendy groaned, defeated.

“There’s something weird about him.”

“Great!” Mabel beamed, “He’ll fit right in.”

~.~

Steven wasn’t crazy about sleeping in his car, but was seriously considering it after seeing the state of his motel room. It looked like it hadn’t been used in decades, a thin line of dust covering every surface. He was also pretty sure they didn’t even have free ice. 

“Wish Pearl were here..” He mumbled, exhausted. He curled up on top of the covers, fully clothed, and let sleep take him.

Being Steven Universe however, meant rest was sure to allude the half alien. 

Steven found himself in a dark space, fog all around him. Before a word could come out of his mouth he heard a fast, repetitive muttering. 

“Stranger...Wendy looked pretty today..Can’t trust...Tell no one...Ford isn’t here..”

“What, the-” Steven quietly walked toward the source of dialogue, and saw the faded silhouette of the boy from the Mystery Shack. His back was turned to him, but Steven recognized the blue vest and mosquito bitten legs. 

“I thought I was over the dream hopping.” Steven spoke a tad too loudly, starting the young boy - Dipper.

“What-” Dipper’s eyes grew wide in panic, and the boy fell back harshly.

“No, no, you can’t be in my head!” 

“Wait, I’m not-” Steven tried to reassure him, stepping carefully towards the boy but Dipper let out a screech of terror, sweat gathering around his temples.

“Bill sent you didn’t he?! He’s not really gone- he’s going to hurt Mable again-” Dipper began to hyperventilate. 

“Dipper please,” Steven took a step back, arms in the air in surrender. 

“I-”

“I’m not going to hurt you I swear on the gems.” He placed a hand over his heart. “This is a total invasion of privacy but it’s something that happens when someone’s emotions are out of control-”

“How are you here?” Dipper demanded, scrambling to his feet. “Tell me what you are and what you want.”

“I’m just passing through!” Steven insisted, then lowered his tone to calm the younger boy. “I’m kinda of magnet for weird stuff. I just wanted to help in case anything was going on.”

“We deal with things just fine around here.” Dipper spat, then watched as Steven deflated. He seemed tired, like he hasn't slept well in a while. 

“So what are you anyways? How can you be here?”

Steven winced, and laughed nervously. “It’s kind of a long story..”

Dipper raised and eyebrow and swept his arm around the void dramatically. 

“You have until dawn.”

~

“I thought that was a conspiracy theory, it wasn’t even covered by major news outlets.” Dipper look exhausted, cross legged on the unseen floor as he ran his hands through his hair. 

“I think Garnet is pretty persuasive when it comes to government and reporters. They all kinda fall in love with her.”

“She’s the one that’s really two aliens?” 

Steven shook his head with a small smile. “It’s hard to explain but yes, I guess that comes close.”

“That’s actually insane. I’m insane, aren’t I?” Dipper stood up, leaving Steven on sitting next to an empty space. “It’s been too quiet around here and now I’m so desperate for weird, that I’m making it all up in my head.”

“I get that feeling.” Steven smiled without humor, “but no, this is real. I’ll prove it when you wake up.” Steven felt a shift, the fog in the void getting denser. 

“Sooner than I thought, you’re an early riser huh?”

Dipper looked back at Steven, panicked. “You’ll come to the Shack again right? In just a bit?”

Steven smiled. “Promise.”

~

Dipper woke up to his sister braiding his hair. Mabel still had her pjs on, and a make up kit next to the bed. Dipper frowned, tasting strawberry shortcake. 

“Stop testing party looks on me, Mabel.”

“Stop having my face structure and maybe I will.” She grinned, covered in blue glitter. 

Dipper quickly washed up and got dressed for the day, feeling like he was anxiously waiting for something but not quite remembering what. 

He felt like he had a strange dream last night...

He quickly remembered, choking on cereal as Steven walked into the shack right as it opened. Hair slightly frizzy from the heat and eyes strangely tired. Maybe dream hopping took energy that he anticipated. 

“Steven!”

“Meal ticket!” 

“Grunkle Stan.” Mabel chastised as Dipper rushed over to the older boy. 

“Good morning everyone.” 

Dipper stopped short, slightly hoping that everything he experienced wasn’t just his imagination. That everything exciting and weird and interesting wasn’t always trying to kill him, ruin his life, or steal his candy. 

Steven looked tired, like he had been doing this much longer than Dipper, but he had still come out with enough energy to smile. 

“Not insane?” Dipper asked hopefully, quietly. Steven snapped his attention from his Grunkle and Mable bickering down to the Dipper. He gave a reassuring smile, eyes quite serious. 

“Not insane.”

[portalford]

I Can Picture You So Easily

AO3

It hits Stan at the stupidest times.

Well.  That makes it sounds like Stan just forgets, when really it never quite goes away — sometimes it’s just more.

Like now.

He’s looking in the mirror — he found it tucked way, way back in a closet (and he’s gonna skip right over that because when he got here the mirror in the bathroom was broken, cracked until you couldn’t see a thing and why was Ford—nope) — and he’s trying out a new look for Mr. Mystery.

Gotta keep it fresh, right?  Accessorize?

Glasses aren’t accessories, unfortunately.  He can’t go without them anymore.

(Really, he needed them years ago, but he was too stubborn to admit it, or too broke, or whatever, but he’s literally tripping over his own feet now.  Needs must).

Ford wouldn’t be caught dead in this getup.  No sense of fashion.  So that’s fine.

The glasses—

(Ford started wearing glasses when he was six.  Stan had laughed himself silly when they went to the drugstore and tried on the biggest, most obnoxious frames they could find.  Ma had scolded, but she’d been too distracted checking price tags to do more than scold.

In the end, they went with some cheap horn-rimmed frames that Stan wouldn’t be caught dead in even now.  Old-man glasses, at six.  But that was Ford all over).

—they bring some stuff up.  The twin thing sucks, sometimes.  

(Looking in a mirror and seeing the changes, the lines in his face, the grey in his hair — does Ford have crow’s feet now?  Is his hair going silver?  It was always unmanageable — is it thinning like Stan’s is now, or is it still thick and flyaway, like it was when Ford was sixteen?  Did he even live long enough to get lines in his face and aches in his joints, or is he forever twenty-eight, dead somewhere in the universe?)

Time to stop thinking.

Notice the differences.

Stan’s ears and nose are bigger than Ford’s, always have been.  He’s heavier and his shoulders are broader.

(Has Ford gotten bulkier, fighting to survive?  Or is still he halfway to gaunt, like the last time Stan saw him?)

Definitely time to stop thinking.

Stan flashes a smile, and yeah, that’s all him.  Cheerful, magnetic, and a hundred percent fake.

Time to work the crowds.

*****

There’s an ad for the nice ink pens Ford saved up to buy when he was fourteen.

Stan turns it off.

*****

Mabel finds a picture, once.

“Grunkle Stan!”  Her eyes are all lit up as she shows him the torn photograph.  “I found this under a floorboard in the attic!”

If Stan ever had any doubts about his poker face, he can lay them to rest now. It’s all on the ropes and his expression is perfectly level, maybe even a little curious.

Mabel is still talking.  “I didn’t know there were pictures of you before you were all old!  Do you have any others?”

Oh.

Stan still forgets sometimes, even after everything, that most people can’t tell him and Ford apart.

He knows better.

The young man in the photograph is unmistakably Ford, taken while he was living in Gravity Falls.  He’s got his head bent over that journal of his, but the photographer managed to catch the eager light in his eye, the edge of his smile.

Stan wonders who that photographer was, all those years ago.

A tug at his shirt reminds him he’s not alone, and he definitely can’t get messed up about this picture of his secret twin brother.

Mabel’s face has fallen a bit.  “Grunkle Stan?  Are you okay?”

Stan gives himself two more seconds to look at the picture — Ford just looks so happy; Stan can’t even remember the last time Ford looked like that, even before it all fell apart — and turns to Mabel.

“Yeah,” he says.  He smiles and ruffles her hair.  “Pretty good picture, huh?”

*****

The name is the worst.

Stan never thought identity theft could involve so little fun.

Usually he can get away with just “Stan Pines,” and that’s fine.  That’s his name.  That’s who he’s supposed to be.

Sometimes, though, that’s not enough for whoever’s asking.

“What did you say your name was again?”

He smiles.  Lays it on thick.  “Stanford Pines.”

“Could you sign here?”

He does.  His blocky, uneven handwriting looks even worse than usual where he’s expecting to see neat, flowing script, the way Stanford Pines is supposed to be written.

“This is Stanford Pines,” someone will say.  “Mr. Mystery.”

Stan smiles some more.  Yes, Stanford Pines is certainly that.

Gideon is the worst.  Stanford this and Stanford that and Stan’s never wanted to punch a child so much in his life.

“Stanford Pines!”

He smiles, and he lies.

*****

Dipper halfway drives him nuts sometimes.

It’s not like the kid’s a mini-Ford — he reminds Stan enough of himself, sometimes, though Stan’s not sure that’s great either — but he’s got the brains and the stubbornness and the love of weird nonsense, for sure.

He’s also got that obsessive edge, the drive that sent Ford right off the metaphorical cliff.

Usually Mabel tags along on the weirdness hunts — they make a day of it.  They go out, just the two of them, and come back laughing and joking and shoving at each other.

That’s enough of a painful reminder, but sometimes Stan will catch Mabel sitting by herself, coloring or crafting with a little less energy than usual, and he’ll realize that Dipper’s buried himself in monster theory again.

He tries to keep the kid busy with chores and hustle, but it’s a losing battle.

It was the first time, too.

*****

There’s this old song that Ford used to love when they were younger.

It’s got no words, and Stan used to make fun of it — what's the point of a song with no words?  But Ford insisted it had Meaning, capital M.

It comes on the radio now and then.

Depending on how masochistic Stan is feeling that day, he might let it play.

He still wonders what Ford heard in this song, and if Ford would hear it now.

*****

He realizes, one day near the end, that he’s been Stanford longer than he’s been Stanley.

What’s the point, really?  What does a name matter if it’s so easy for someone else to take your place?

(Did Ford matter so little, in the grand scheme of things, that not one person could recognize him in a place he lived for six years?

Does Stan, in a place he’s lived for almost thirty?)

If he could just stop catching Ford in his reflection now and then, that’d be great.

*****

It’s not any better once Ford gets back (once Stan brings Ford back, the ungrateful bastard).

“Stanford!”

Stan’s got a smile on his face before he even turns around, and what’s wrong with him that he’s halfway made this lie into a Pavlovian response?  Someone calls him Stanford, he smiles and lies.

(Stanford — the real Stanford — is in the basement right now.  He doesn’t even exist, as far as anyone else is concerned.  Stan is Stanford, Stanley is dead, and Ford is a nonentity.

What a life this is).

*****

“So how was it?”

Stan grunts.  “How was what?”

Ford rolls his neck, wincing a little as he works out the unavoidable crick from hunching over a drawing for twenty minutes.  “Being me.”

Stan shrugs.  “Wasn’t hard.  We’re basically the same person, y’know.”

Ford snorts.  A long time (a lifetime) ago that comment might have gotten him worked up, but he’s steadier now, softer around the edges.  “Very funny.  I saw your lease renewal.  You didn’t even change your handwriting, for heaven’s sake.”

“Ford, I rolled up to town, said I was you, and started a tourist trap.  You had a total personality transplant and nobody noticed.”  Stan grimaces.  That sounded really bad.

Ford’s expression has gone rueful and a little sad at the edges, but he doesn’t seem like he’s about launch into full-blown self-recrimination, so that’s fine.  “Yes, well.  That’s what happens when you isolate yourself for six years and your only friend erases his mind to cope with the mistakes you made.”

And that’s Ford trying to shoulder all the blame again, but Stan keeps his mouth shut.  They’re both too comfortable to argue right now.  “Being honest — for once — it kinda sucked.”  Ford’s looking at him, open and encouraging, so Stan keeps going.  “Everyone thought I was you, and it—I wasn’t.  I didn’t want to be.”  Stan shrugs.  “I wanted you you.”

Ford smiles, and it’s a little more worn than Stan remembers, but it’s real, and it’s him.  “I understand.  I met a few parallel versions of you on my travels, and they were you, but — they weren’t really you.”  Ford closes his journal (his new one) and sets it aside, tipping his head back over his chair.  More playfully, he adds, “I wouldn’t want to be you either, Stanley.”

Stan laughs.  “Yeah?  Couldn’t handle the salesmanship?”

“Have more self-respect than to wear any part of your wardrobe.”

“Says the man who wears sweaters in the summer.”

Ford lifts his head and smiles, and this time it’s almost exactly how Stan remembers — quick and a little crooked.  “Fair enough.”  Ford stretches, rolls his neck again.  “For what it’s worth, Stanley, I am glad to be back.”  A wry look.  “Even if it’s going to take ages to sort out the criminal record you gave me.”

Stan slouches deeper into the couch.  Any further and he’s going to slide off, but that’s a risk he’ll take.  “Yeah, yeah.  Talk to me when you’re legally dead.”

“You did that.”

“And?”

“I legally don’t exist.”

“I was trying to learn theoretical physics at the time, Stanford; cut a man some slack.”

Ford laughs, quiet.  “Did I ever thank you for that?”

Stan cracks an eye open.  He didn’t realize he closed them.  “What, learnin’ physics?  Because I’m pretty sure that’s some of the stuff that’s not coming back.”

Ford rolls his eyes.  “For saving me.”

“Hm.”  Ford’s thanked him several times, but lately it’s been less Ford kicking himself and more Ford cautiously trying to engage in the old back-and-forth they used to have, and Stan can get behind that one.  “I dunno.  Might have to say it again.”

“You’re burning through my gratitude very quickly,” Ford says mildly, “but all right.  Thank you for saving me.  You knucklehead.”

Stan never got called that when he was Ford.  He thinks he’s missed it, at least the way Ford says it — like it means something completely different.

“Uh-huh.”  Stan’s eyes are closed again.  He figures he’ll just leave them closed.  “Missed you too, nerd.”

And maybe there’s something to be said for being your own person.

It feels pretty good.

[thelastspeecher]

Here Comes the Son

Hehehe a pun.

Anyways I stayed up late last night bc I had an anxiety attack and wound up writing during that time so here have some more Marriage of Convenience AU.

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              “Want Mama,” Iris whined loudly at Stan.  “Want see her.”  Stan sighed heavily.

              “You and me both, kid,” he mumbled.  Angie had gone into labor last night, resulting in Ford rushing her to the hospital and leaving Stan alone with Orion and Iris. That morning, Ford had called to let Stan know Angie was ready for visitors.  But when they arrived, Angie had already fallen back asleep.  Now, Stan was stuck in the waiting area outside Angie’s hospital room, supervising his niece and nephew.

              “Uncy Stan,” Orion whimpered, holding his arms out. Stan lifted his nephew onto his lap.

              “Getting bored?” he asked.

              “Yeah.”

              “Me, too.”  Stan leaned his head back to stare up at the ceiling.  “But your dad doesn’t want to wake up your ma.  I guess she punched him the last time he did that.”

              “Punch?”

              “Yeah, punch.  I’ll teach you how to throw a good one when you’re older.”

              “Mmkay.”

              “What are ya doin’?”  Stan looked over.  A strange man stood there, his hands on his hips.  “Why aren’t ya in the room with yer wife?”

              “Uh, ‘cause I don’t have a wife?” Stan said. Something about the man looked familiar, but Stan couldn’t quite place him.  The man scowled.

              “Don’t have a-”  His eyes widened.  “Wait. Yer not Stanford.”

              “Nope.”

              “But his children are with ya.”

              “It’s called babysitting, hayseed.  Ever heard of it?”

              “Hayseed?!” the man squeaked.  The door to Angie’s room opened.  Ford stepped into the hall.  “Stanford, who is this hooligan ya have babysittin’ yer children?” the man demanded.

              “That hooligan would happen to be my twin brother, Stanley.  We recently reconnected, and he’s been serving as our live-in nanny since.” Ford frowned.  “Did Angie not tell you?”

              “She mentioned that ya got a live-in nanny, but not that he was yer twin brother.”  The man looked back at Stan.  “I s’ppose that I should introduce m’self, then.”  He held out a hand.  Stan shook it.  “The name’s Lute McGucket.  I’m one of Angie’s older brothers.”

              “So that’s why you’ve got that nose,” Stan said idly.  Ford’s eyes lit up.

              “Lute and Angie aren’t the only ones with that nose!” he gushed.  Stan stood up.

              “Your new kid’s got it, too?”

              “Yes, he does!”

              “He!” Lute gasped.  “I got m’self a new nephew?”  Ford nodded eagerly.

              “Yes, the both of you do.  Please, come inside, Angie’s finally awake and able to handle visitors.”

              “Dada!”  Iris toddled over to Ford.  Ford knelt to pick her up.  “We go see Mama?”

              “Yes, my dear, we are going to see your mother now.” Ford poked Iris’s nose, eliciting a giggle from her.  “And your new baby brother!”  Stan, still holding Orion, and Lute followed Ford into the hospital room.  The moment Stan’s eyes landed on Angie, he felt his heart skip a beat.

              No, Stan, no.  You are not getting a crush on your sister-in-law!  Even if she and Ford don’t love each other romantically. But he couldn’t deny the feelings that had begun to emerge while Angie was pregnant.  The two of them had spent a lot of time together and grown very close. Angie was beautiful, intelligent, funny, and even enjoyed Stan’s sense of humor.  She’s the whole package.

              And in that moment, Angie sat up in her hospital bed, looking almost ethereal.  She glowed with happiness, a faint smile playing around her lips.  Her golden hair shone in the light from the window. Nestled in her arms was a small bundle. From a distance, Stan couldn’t make out much of his new nephew’s appearance.  All he could see was a long nose inherited from Angie and full head of thick, golden curls.

              “Mama!” Orion squealed happily.  Angie looked up from her newborn son.  She beamed broadly.

              “Hello, my babies.  Are ya excited to meet yer lil brother?” she gushed.  Orion wiggled excitedly in Stan’s arms.

              “Geez, kid, calm down.  Or I’m gonna drop you,” Stan teased.  Lute gave him a dirty look.  Stan brought Orion over to Angie’s bed and carefully set him down.  Orion peered closely at his little brother. Stan couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

              Dammit, Ford and Angie are good at having cute kids.  Stan’s new nephew had rich, brown eyes and a round face in addition to the nose and hair Stan had noticed earlier.  The baby stared at Stan with intense curiosity.

              “He has twelve fingers and twelve toes,” Ford crowed proudly.  He had come to the other side of Angie’s bed and placed Iris down as well.  Iris crawled over to her new brother, brown eyes wide.  Stan grinned at Ford, who had come a long way from hiding his hands constantly in their childhood.  Angie had explained to Stan her theory.  Ford’s children were polydactyls like him, so thinking poorly of his own polydactyly would be like thinking poorly of his children.

              Makes sense to me.  Stan’s gaze drifted back to Angie, who was happily watching Orion and Iris coo over their new brother.  She’s a damn smart woman.

              “So, what’s the na-” he started.  The door slammed open.  A man ran into the room.  He had Angie and Lute’s nose, as well as Angie’s caramel-colored hair.

              “Sorry, Lute came in while I parked the truck. And parkin’ took forever!” the man said. Angie looked up with a smile.

              “Don’t worry, Harper, ya haven’t missed a bit. I ain’t even told folks this lil feller’s name yet,” she said soothingly.  The man – Harper – came over to stand by Lute.  Ford nodded at Harper.

              “Harper.”

              “Stanford,” Harper said.  His eyes landed on Stan.  “And this would be…?”

              “My twin brother and live-in nanny,” Ford explained.  Stan held out a hand.  Harper shook it.  “Stanley, this is one of Angie’s other older brothers, Harper.”

              “I figured that out,” Stan drawled, breaking off the handshake.  Harper’s eyes glinted with interest.

              “Huh.  Odd that ya never mentioned yer twin before, Stanford, and suddenly he’s not just in yer life but in charge of yer children.”

              “Harper…” Ford said wearily.

              Wow, Angie’s brothers really like to poke Ford, don’t they?  I wonder if they’ve picked up on the marriage being for convenience instead of love.

              “All right, I’ll drop it.  Now ain’t the time.”  Harper beamed down at the baby in Angie’s arms.  “Tell me ‘bout this precious bean.”

              “Yes,” Angie said happily.  She looked at Ford.  “Would you care to do the honors?  After all, you were the one who decided the name.”  There was a hint of a bite to Angie’s tone.

              Huh.  Maybe she doesn’t like her kid’s name?

              “Of course.”  Ford cleared his throat.  “Everyone, I would like you to meet Apollo Hercules Pines.”

              Okay.  I get why she doesn’t like it.

              “It’s nice,” Lute said, obviously lying through his teeth.  Harper, however, nodded thoughtfully.

              “I think it’s wonderful,” he said.  “Strong and unique.”  Lute rolled his eyes and muttered what sounded like “of course you do” under his breath.

              “When I saw his golden hair, I immediately knew we had to name him after the sun.  And his middle name was actually chosen by Stan from a list of options that Angie and I settled on.”

              “I was sure the baby would be a girl,” Angie mumbled quietly.  Ford frowned.

              “Angie, is something wrong?”

              “Oh, no, just-”  Angie messed with Apollo’s blankets.  “I weren’t plannin’ on namin’ my child Apollo Hercules.”

              “I asked you what you thought.  You agreed to it.”

              “I wasn’t anywhere near lucid, with all those drugs they gave me durin’ the labor,” Angie argued.  “And I was exhausted, too!  You know how I get when I’m tired.  I can’t think straight.”  Stan cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention.

              “Look, it might be a weird name, but it’s definitely gonna set the kid apart,” he said.  Harper nodded.

              “I agree.  And honestly, Apollo ain’t close to the strangest name we’ve got in our fam’ly. I mean, Angie, yer full name is much stranger.”

              “Even my name ain’t as bad as Fiddleford’s,” Angie retorted playfully.  Stan frowned. “Another older brother of mine.”

              “Yep, it’s a bit of a McGucket fam’ly tradition to have an odd name,” Lute said.  He ruffled Apollo’s thick curls.  “Since this lil feller’s got the fam’ly nose, makes sense he would have that other fam’ly trait.”

              Angie and her brothers continued to chat cheerfully, discussing family gossip and cooing over the three children.  Once again, Stan found himself watching his sister-in-law.  She laughed. The sound awakened butterflies in Stan’s stomach.  A hand was placed on Stan’s shoulder, startling him.  He looked over.  It was Ford.

              “Stanley, thank you,” Ford said quietly.  Stan raised an eyebrow.

              “For what?”

              “For stepping in.  If you hadn’t intervened, Angie and I would have had a full-blown argument over Apollo’s name.  In front of her brothers and the children, no less.”  Ford took a steadying breath.  “I can’t help but be enormously grateful that you’ve helped us so much. Not just in supervising the children, but in remedying some of the problems Angie and I had.”

              “Hey, I’m doing what I was put on Earth to do,” Stan said firmly.  “Help you out.”  A smile appeared on Ford’s face, but disappeared just as quickly.

              “But can that make you happy?”

              “Geez, Debbie Downer, relax.”  Stan elbowed his twin.  “Your son was just born.  On Halloween! Celebrate!”

              “You didn’t answer the question.”

              “I’m fine, Ford.  Really.”  Stan shrugged Ford’s hand off his shoulder and leaned over Angie’s hospital bed, smiling down at her and Apollo.  He didn’t notice the contemplative look that came over Ford as he watched Stan fawn over his sister-in-law and new nephew.

[loafingdragon]

who are your favorite top ten black clover characters & ships? talk about them!

A question? For me? 🤭 Let’s see if I can collect my thoughts long enough to answer! I’ll put things in no real order under the cut~

Kaiser Granvorka, captain of the Purple Orcas (sing that title. You will not regret it.)

Sometimes less is more. I love his design. I love his chill. I love his love of his wife. I love how he stepped up to clean up his trash squad.

Reve

I LOVE the elves and I really wish that they would get some recognition. Did you know that Phantom Knights just calls Reve and Charla “Dorothy (reincarnated)” and “Charlotte (reincarnated)”? They’re different people!! They have NAMES. Why wouldn’t they use their names?? The elves have so much lost potential!

Anyway, Reve is also very chill. A sleepy queen. I have a LOT of headcanons about her. I also have an au where the elves stay after reincarnation and share their bodies with their hosts, and she and Dorothy are best friends and girlfriends and hang out in glamour world together and I love them.

Nebra and Nozel Silva

Listen,,, she’s so pretty,,, I’m gay,,,

But in all seriousness, she’s my favorite Silva. She’s just sort of a mean, sexy lamp in the manga/anime, but she gets slightly more character development in Phantom Knights, where you see that she’s at least an honorable knight who really cares about getting things done right and even goes above and beyond the call of duty; she’s a lot more mature than Solid, and it even seems that she’s more concerned about capabilities than status at some points (much to Solid’s surprise.) That doesn’t mean she won’t go out of her way to make trouble, which is fun. The wiki also suggests she has confidence issues which is super interesting to me. I’d like to see her grow as a character or get like... even a little bit of attention at all besides backing up Nozel and Solid and getting stabbed. I also think her magic is really cool... would love to see her actually use it sometime.

-coughcough also since she gets so little screen time i can write her how i want in my fics and as far as we know it’s canon coughcough-

There’s more to her than her pretty, pretty face!! She’s probably my #1 favorite.

1) I love powerful fictional royals in general. 2) I love to write fics where he is embarrassed and vulnerable. Silvas deserve a healthy dose of humility whenever you can give it. He is an easy target with his uptight nature and silly hair. I’d also like him to grow as a character.

hehe look at Nebra peeking out of the corner of this pic lol

Fuegoleon, Mereoleona, and Leopold Vermillion

I am still a simp for powerful fictional royalty, okay? Everyone love the Vermillions. There is nothing I could say here that has not already been said, except that I love writing fics where Fuegoleon gets to be embarrassing and oblivious.

Dorothy Unsworth

She’s so cute and the coolest witch. Love her chaotic energy. Love how she knows things she probably shouldn’t. Always shaking it up. Another sleepy queen. I wish I could sleep all the time and still get my work done. Also since I made her my icon on discord, I have been cheerier.

Charla

I’m so deep in headcanons for this one but see my earlier elf complaint with Reve before continuing. Okay, understand? Charlotte is awesome, but the sheer hilarity of Charla and Charlotte sharing a body is what make Charla so, so good. The LAST thing Charla did before going away forever is SNITCH on Charlotte to her crush. This elf loves drama. She would help Charlotte so, so much, but also make her life a living hell. We stan a queen who can’t mind her own business.

Alecdora Sandler

This man is hilarious. He’s a full grown man ready to throw hands with a 15 year old because William gives him attention. He fell in a hole and had to be saved. Yuno let him declare all his love for William and then obliterated him. It’s so funny. It’s what this asshole deserves. A perfect, satisfying character arc and a hilariously embarrassing personality wins him his place among my faves. I love to hate him so much. I’d like to put a picture of his stupid face in a locket to look at and give me strength in any situation. “At least I’m not this man child,” I would say. A smile would tug at my lips as a single tear ran down my face. “Thank you, Alecdora,” I would whisper, holding his image close to my heart.

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My favorites tend to change around with my moods, so maybe on any other given day, you would find Charlotte Roselei, Paplo Espuma, or Kirsch Vermillion (post royal knights exam humbling) on this list. Charlotte is badass, Paplo cute, and Kirsch is funny with cool magic. Also working with Charlotte on my blog, @lawstaverse makes me fond of her, and I have some fun party boy headcanons for Kirsch and the Coral Peacocks. Mimosa Vermillion is also super duper cute. Honestly, Jien Du could even be on here for being accused of being evil and then going “let me clear things up” and then just doing the super villain laugh- also for having rainbow lights flashing around him when he fights. I can hear carameldansen playing in the distance whenever he’s doing stuff.

Now for my favorite couples!

Fuegoleon Vermillion x Nozel Silva

This one is probably #1! They obviously care for and respect each other and a lot of Nozel’s dialogue gets... debatably romantic. I just really enjoy writing them in sort of ‘boys will be boys’ situations, where they can let their guard down around each other and their friends and be stupid and silly. I also love the idea of Fuegoleon being oblivious about how flirty he comes off. Nozel is pining but more in an annoyed way than a sad way. “No homo, bro,” says Fuegoleon, as he kisses Nozel on the lips and gives him a ring after they eat together and wrestle in the woods. Nozel rolls his eyes into the next solar system and admires his new wedding ring. Currently working on a 150k+ word slowburn bisexual disaster Fuegoleon fic with @thespiralgrimoire that involves this ship and the third on this list, along with tiny snippets of others.

Leopold Vermillion x Asta

Leo saw Asta do something cool and said “I’m done being classist. Actually I’m in love with you,” and never looked back. Every single Royal in Asta’s age group being obsessed with him is very very funny. I picture their relationship is much like Nozel and Fuegoleon’s as described above, but they’re BOTH extremely oblivious bros being romantic bros.

Fuegoleon Vermillion x Nebra Silva

Less my fave but still on here bc it’s fun. Nebra is fun, she can push Fuego out of his comfort zone, and also feel comfortable and confident with him. It’s nice. Ngl, anything that gives Nebra a chance to develop her character, whether it be in a friendly or romantic setting, is good.

Nebra is sexy. Fuegoleon is sexy. Together they are super sexy.

Reve x Dorothy Unsworth

I mentioned this briefly earlier, but they finally get someone who can share their world with them! Dorothy was so happy to have Reve in her head, and didn’t even regret being possessed at all. Also, Reve’s chill personality can balance out Dorothy’s excitable and unpredictable one! I think that them both being in dream world, with the magic power to look into each other’s minds(even more than other elf/human cohabitants) means that they can pretty easily become super duper close. They also have a space where they can physically meet. It’s kind of the best of both worlds.

Zara Ideale x Ina’s Father (did he really not get a name???)

There is no way you can convince me that Ina is not Zara and that man’s child. Look at their eyebrows. Rewatch episode 138. You’re lying to me if you tell me you don’t see it.

Nebra Silva x Zora Ideale

🤷🏽‍♀️ Punk and Prep is a fun combo, I like pitch romance, and the more info we get for Nebra, the more likely I see her willing to go vigilante and have a good time working with/ playing around with Zora. They both like to mess with people, Nebra appreciates a job well done, and Zora likes seeing people improve themselves. Nebra would def need to develop a bit for this to work, but I like to believe that would happen.

[stan-denbrough]

Wow, the reason I couldn’t find any Richie/Ben content was because their ship name is trashstack? Glad to know they’re the only ones with a cool non portmanteau name! 

Anyway, with the way Richie is so aggressively flirting with Ben in the book (as adults), and his fdkljhas;dglj his fucking “You look like every Brazilian soccer player” comment, like yeah. Richie has a type. And sorry it’s not Eddie. 

And Ben is every straight guy that you’re basically in love with but you value his friendship so much that you’re cool with suffering in silence and pining forever, because he’s very affectionate with you anyway. Like he probably is your roommate at some point, basically you’re boyfriends in all but name. 

And if there’s anyone who could fit the “Richie yes!” “Richie no!” “Richie no :(” dynamic, it’s trashstack. Because Eddie only fans the flames of whatever fire is lit under Richie’s ass to make him... like that. And Stan’s tactics of scornful disengagement probably only motivate Richie’s spite. 

Eddie and Stan are helpless against Richie. Richie is going to feed off of Eddie’s obnoxious energy as they start bickering for hours, and Richie is only going to try harder the more Stan ignores him.

But Ben... Ben is calm, and safe, and steady. Richie is a wildfire and Ben puts out the wildfire not by using more fire, or by using water, but by using earth. He smothers Richie with attention and love, but he’s also very gently insistent in his own way.

Like, Ben is a giant puppy, of course. He’ll laugh along with Richie’s antics, but he’s also like “Okay, time for business, let’s get serious.” And I don’t know, I can just feel it. Richie needs an outlet for all his energy. Ben can take it. He can also redirect it to help Richie be productive. I mean if you think Richie has ADHD (very plausible) Ben is just, good at handling all the Losers’ various baggage? Ben does not judge people (which Stan tends to do), but he’s willing to offer gentle advice on how you can better yourself (which Eddie is reluctant to do). 

Imagine the sessions where Richie and Ben brainstorm ideas together? Ben is designing buildings and Richie is coming up with joke after joke after joke, and Ben is totally honest. That’s just who he is.

Sometimes he’s laughing so hard he cries. Other times he’s like “What the fuck Richie that’s not funny!” Other times he’s like “Huh? That’s a little over my head babe.” And Ben shows Richie his ideas and Richie tends to make jokes, his most popular is “That looks like a dick,” but Richie pushes Ben to be bolder, more creative, more crazy. 

Like, Ben would make Richie go jogging and eat kale and shit? But Richie would teach Ben how to use that zombie jogging app, and how to make ice cream out of kale. Ben keeps Richie grounded, and Richie would just, spark this passion in Ben, who does tend to be in his own head as an adult. It’s valid!!! It’s fun and lighthearted and devoted. And we can’t forget, like... whoever you ship Ben with, he’s going to build them a log cabin with his bare hands and then carry them over the threshhold. That’s just canon.

[angledmirrors]

JAMES

 Aaron James Blanc is his full name since 2002 or so. 

Listen, do not call him Aaron. He’s James. Not Jamie. JAMES, with the affricate sound. Make an effort, because he’s learned Buenos Aires Spanish and could pass as a born and raised in the south of Buenos Aires if he tried. He doesn’t try, but that’s not the point. Point is you can and will call him by his proper name, unless you’re Cris or Ani, who call him other things. But that’s private.

See, after his father’s demise in a freak accident James deemed “karma”, he just grabbed whatever he could use of what his father left him (aka money), and ditched his father’s family name in favour of his mom’s. Because fuck that guy. That was the first year in Buenos Aires.  

Sarah Blanc sounds French, but she’s Argentinian. James’ mum left Argentina during the dictatorship to study in Europe, where she met Charles, an American business man she fell in love with. They got married and moved to Boston, where James was born on October 31st 1986.

By the time he was to start kindergarden, they moved to the west coast, where they lived a quiet suburban life until the summer of 2001, when Sarah found out Charles had a whole other family, with children and all. She packed up, grabbed 14yo James and left for Buenos Aires, where her whole family was.

James is an only child. He knows there are two guys in California who wish James would consider speaking to them, as half-siblings. And he knows they are not to blame, but he also doesn’t care. His mom is all he needs. 

Real talk, tho. The thing with Buenos Aires in October 2001 is that the whole country was about to go up in flames, and the main action was to take place right there in the city centre. You’d think James would have been horrified, but not riot could have distracted him from the San Telmo cobblestone and narrow sidewalks. James fell in love with San Telmo as fast as he fell in love with his new classmate Catalina, who lived there in the middle of the area. He decided he was going to live the rest of his life in San Telmo the day he walked its street for the first time. With Cat, preferrably. Fate had other plans, though. 

(Sarah says that the Boston area where they lived when James was born looked a lot like San Telmo. James wouldn’t know)

Catalina and he had in common that part where they both used their middle name instead of their first. Cat’s first name is Anita, by the way. You’ve heard of her.

He already spoke Spanish when he moved to Buenos Aires. Sort of. He relied a lot on Argentinian rock and folklore music (which are oddly entwined, fucking weird place, this one) to improve it. Poetry too. Mario Benedetti was a god send. He still treasures the first two Inventarios that Ani gave him.

He adapted. By the time he’d finished highschool, he already could pass for a porteño for a whole hour before getting too tired to roll the consonants properly, and he had decided his future was in restaurants, or bars, and music. When Anita left for England, he rented her place, and started his bar, where they both met Cristian almost a decade later.

James is bisexual. The type bisexuals hate, because he’s the disaster slut no bisexual wants to be mistaken for (Anita insists he’s pansexual. But pan is bread in Spanish, and it sounds funny. Bi it is, as far as James is concerned). He had a couple significant relationships in his 20s, and the fact that as good as they were, they ended without James feeling strongly about them went to reinforce the suspicion that his one true love was always his first (you guessed, that’s Anita). The cruel irony of falling in love with her boyfriend is not lost on him. It ends well though, after a lot of sleepless nights, tears and pining. Thank god for music, right? 

He’s a musician, like his father. Not that he’ll ever mention that asshole anyway. But it was his father who gave him his first guitar. He’s more fond of the piano now, though, and one hell of a singer, too. He knows Anita fell for that back in highschool, and then Cristian years later. He wishes he could say the seduction was conscious. It wasn’t. He just fell in love, and played the piano and sang to distract himself from his broken heart during the whole of 2015, when he realized he’d let his heart fuck up big time, and half of 2016, when he thought he was going mad. Thank god for music, indeed, because as it turns out, Anita and Cristian both decided they’d make room for him in their bed. Actually, that wasn’t that simple. But that’s how it ended.

His bar, where bands play and he plays with them regularly, is in the building where Anita used to live. It has regular patrons and does well even in hard times. They also have the bakery now, at the San Telmo market. It belongs to all three of them, even if James is the heart behind it. 

James is as handsome as he’s beautiful. And tall. One eighty-four meters tall (6′1′’) is Very Tall, especially if compared to Anita. But Cristian makes him feel small, which he finds extremely arousing. His eyes are grey-blue, and his hair is dark brown. He starts growing it out in 2014, so when he meets Cristian, he already has a decent ponytail, which turns into a manbun for a couple years. 

He has his nipples, left eyebrow and tongue pierced, and several tattoos he didn’t quite plan, but his favourite is the octopus on his forearm. The rest are all rather small. He loves huge tattoos but the idea of sitting down for hours puts him off enough, so he ended up with dozens of small ones. Like the star he got years ago, without telling Ani he just wanted her on his skin, so he went and got a star because she has one, too. Or the small feather,  identical to the ones on Cris’ shoulder, that he and Ani got for Cris’ 33rd birthday.   

He wishes he was a more patient man, see if he could get his hair to waist lenght, but after all, same as he one day he comes back home with both his partners’ names tattoed on the inside of his left wrist, where he can see them all the time, he also one day just shows up with short hair, which has Cristian fucking him into the floor the minute he gets over the initian surprise. Ani, on the other hand, stares longingly at him, because it reminds her of the boy she fell in love with in 2001.

Thing is, after bottling up whatever he felt about Anita for years, being able to be openly, stupidly in love makes him want to show it off. He will forever deny that he always knew he was in love with his highschool sweetheart and best friend since he arrived in Buenos Aires, but is glad Cristian never quite bought it. Thank god because James is a chatterbox who never did well with brain-to-mouth filters. After a around a year of angst and will-they won’t they, the three of them are happily together now. It’s a good thing they all fit comfortably in their king size bed. 

References: Tayte Hanson, except his features are bit rounder, like Sebastian Stan, and he’s actually taller and leaner than both, almost a Tom Hiddleston body type.

ETA: I can’t believe I never considered that Harry Styles actually grew up, because grown-up Harry Styles has the best James energy, and the long hair and the random stuff tattoed.

[dcarhcarts]

This.....is the 1000th post on this blog, and I definitely waited until that could be true to post it, and that’s honestly? Very fitting. Seriously, you guys are a m a z i n g and I have literally never done a milestone before so I can’t tell you what it’s supposed to look like?? But we’ve somehow Miraculously (tm) managed to reach 100 followers and - anyway, this is going to be me very unprofessionally gushing about everyone because....I love you all and you’re all amazing aaaaaa. I’m??? Literally so blessed to have made friends and write with all of you. Y’all with multiple blogs, I’m only tagging once so I don’t spam your feed ok? And - as usual, this is going to get Long, because everything I do gets Long apparently. I tried to do it chronologically but IDK how well it worked oops.

THE LOVES OF MY LIFE, THE SUN IN MY EYES, MY MOON AND STARS

@ccrrupticn  / D!!!! you are?? literally the reason I made this blog?? Without you, this thing would n o t mcfreaking exist omg!! You’re such an amazing writer (seriously, you manage so many muses and you give them all such distinct voices??? witchcraft???) and also so ???ridiculously kind! I love gushing to you about our Kids and you’re honestly A Saint (tm) for dealing with all of my blog construction/life related breakdowns, my crazy crossover headcanons and crashing into your inbox rambling about musicals <3 I miss talking to you so hmu whenever you come back if you want!!

@personnages /  Lynna!! You’re like an Actual Angel. I think you were the first person!! who talked to me??  And You were So Nice and Welcoming that you literally soothed half of my fears coming into rpc like immediately?? You basically helped me figure out how diminutives work and you’re responsible for me adding at least 3 of my muses and I cannot tell you how much I love you and every time you pop onto my dash/feed/discord/etc, it just makes me happy inside <3 Definitely 100000% will follow you to every blog (if you’ll have me lmao) regardless of fandom!! i’m super excited about all of our ship/friendship roulettes and you’re just an absolute joy to talk to.

@nikolacvnas / LYDIA goodness you are a W O N D E R. Probably the best? Historically based blog I’ve ever encountered, and definitely one of my favorite parts of the Anastasia rpc!! The care and research and attention to detail that goes into your portrayals are a s t o n i s h i n g? Your Tatya is divine, your Maria is So Lovely and I Cry For Joy that you write Dima honestly. I’d been eyeing your blog for a little bit before I made my own - and I was honestly a little scared of you when we started cause you are a GODDESS and I am a potato, but then we talked??? and you’re hilarious and a ridiculously kind person and I love you? And of course, I love your dog (the cutest in the universe).

@mythostold / LESLIE~  Different blog, same story~ Man, I’ve been following you since maybe day two of this blog being active? No matter which fandom you end up in and which muse you write, you have such!! good!!! takes!!! For one, I love reading your meta posts??? Like you’re just so incredibly passionate about your muses?? And your writing style is so good aaaaaaa it’s so atmospheric. And on top of all of that - you’re??? such a sweet and incredible??? person??? And I love talking to you boo <3 

@lifeawoke  /  NAT BBYSWEET <3 <3 <3  I have told the story of how I did a victory dance when you followed me to d e a t h probably but it’s t r u e your writing is amazing and your blog is amazing and y o u are amazing! You are the Natasha to my Sonya, and literally every time you send me a musing I’m like immediate-goofy-grin-heart-eyes???? It’s honestly a crime we don’t have more threads but like you’re an absolute joy to talk to and meme with and I adore you/your portrayal of beautiful bratty Natasha even if she drives my Sonya up the wall <3 You are Definitely the Funny Mutual lololol I crack up so much talking to you <3

@valianceearned / CARP you’re an amazing person/writer and holy h e c k am I impressed by your OCs!! They’re all so well thought out and developed? Your bios are so detailed and so much love and care is put into all of your characters. And your writing is so Lovely and it’s also very aesthetically lovely like holy heck the amount of work you put into both the content and the formatting? I am agog, I am aghast!! 

@gearsandlevers / Callie!!!!! YOU ROUND ALL THE CORNERS I STRAIGHTEN THE CURVES!! love your kids so much. Your Violet is a delightfully clever and likeable kid, your Evan might have literally walked off the stage two seconds ago, and you’ve put so much thought into your cinnabon stoner Henry. Your dialogue is amazing and I love our headcanon sessions lobbing ideas back and forth with you!! 

@spareisms / HEY MAGGIE GUESS WHAT YOU’RE WORTH MELTING FOR!!  You’re like the sweetest person alive??? How are you an Actual Real Life Disney Princess?? Your Anna is so well characterized and multi layered and I love how she an be so flawed but so brave and just how human she is. I’m very excited for your Anne Shirley too!! You’re a great writer (and a super sweet person aaaa) and I love you!! 

@gcneralvaganov /  Deanna, I have just one question: How? Have we only known each other for like 2 months???? It feels like my dash would literally be incomplete without you??  You play such deeply complex and incredibly flawed muses with such a great depth of respect and humanity. I love all of our AUs (we.....probably have a dozen by now), our long fix-canon tangents, and....look the inevitable conclusion to this whole thing is that we should....basically just write Anastasia tbh???  You’re incredibly funny and kind and talented and I’m so glad I yeeted myself into your IMs that first time 2 months ago! I love you, I love your muses, (Dima and Anya love their Dumb Boyfriend), and I love writing with you! 

@ncvaflows / ALEXA YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND YOU. You??? Unlocked Ultimate AU Mode Ro and it’s like I c a n ‘ t stop?? First off, I cannot believe we literally own the same books and like the same barbie movies. How are we not literally the same person??  (Maybe w e ’ r e Anneliese and Erika lmao). Honestly from day 1 you’ve been so welcoming and lovely and I’m so glad we crashed into each other’s IMs yelling at top volume about random ya lit/movies/aus!! I adore literally all of your OCs (is everyone a b s o l u t e l y sure they’re not canon??? hmmmmm a Mystery)???? In the words of Li Shang, “You WRITE GOOD????” Anyway you’re amazing and I love you <3

WHILE IT’S DEFINITELY MY FAULT FOR BEING AN ANXIOUS BEAN WE REALLY NEED TO TALK MORE OFTEN CAUSE I LOVE YOU

@curtainrisen / Rebekah, dude, you’re a wonder. Your muses??? So diverse, and your voices for them? Super on the nose and amazing. I love your Helene and how human she is, and I really gotta toss more of my kids at you (Super excited for Duke!!). You’re real chill to meme with and I love talking/writing with you!!

@heartlosttravelers / Tor!! I love that you stan Raoul de Chagny So Hard ( the pure cinnamon roll boy deserves it honestly) and you’re super cool and great to talk to! All your muses are a m a z i n g and I always love the read when you pop up on my dash! 

@damerusse / Marie!! You’re hella chill. Your memes???? 10000000% actually legendary. Meming with you cracks me The Heck Up. Lily is forever the puppy dealer, that is all, thank you, gnight. Ok for real though - your Lily is pretty Legendary too and you really got all that Spark and Fire right down. You’re amazing, and I love stalking your threads on my dash!  

@lionhvrted / Fortune, my buddy my pal, we really be Out Here making Jane Austen plots even m o r e rom-com. Like. How did we manage that??? We might be literally magical lmao. We don’t have a ton of stuff going on at the moment but I love our dumb pining kids and I love the justice and humanity you give to your Caroline, and Fitzy loves his (future) wife.

@guvernantka / P R U E I already love our Exasperated Big Sis / Annoying Lil Sis / LITERALLY WHO EVEN ARE YOU YOU SMELLY DUMBASS LIL BRO IN LAW dynamic. You have the Best Sense of Humor (tm) and I’m always catching you when it’s like 12 in the morning here so I’m always cracking up silently in bed trying not to wake my roommies up. 

@anastcsie / I LOVE OUR ANGRY SMOL AND DIRTY TOL YOUNG-BUT-OLD MARRIED COUPLE AND THEIR OLDEST DAUGHTER NAMED MARIA ALREADY.  I love your Anya and how feisty and fiery she is (Dima, needless to say, loves his wife) and I love how chill (and hilarious!!) you are as a person. We do have a tendency to turn into angst monsters 24/7 but honestly that’s half the fun!! 

@asundrop / Polly!!!! ok so I know we haven’t really done anything w/ Raps (yet muahaha) BUT b o y was I hella excited when I found someone willing to yell about CDrama with me??? Thank you for being the Eternally Stoic/Always Annoyed Ancient God to my Tiny Dumb Fox Princess?? I love them and I love you (you’re hella cool) so there! 

@moretreasurewithin / KAAAATE goodness it’s only been a couple of days but I’m So Comfortable talking to you already? You’re just honestly really amazingly kind and I love screaming about Anastasia with you. We gotta get more going but I love your Dima and Maria Already (tm) and I love your sense of humor (here’s to torturing Dima with ties!!) and I can’t wait to get to know you better!

@annastrxng / AAAA somehow I managed to chat with you and then?? We never got anything going and it’s definitely mostly my fault cause of that High Anxiety (and also the fact that I got Immediately Busy) but you are literally So Nice and The Most Understanding and super great to talk to!! I hope we get something going in the future!! 

@soulcrossed / ROSE we have the same name I keep forgetting this lmao BUT ANYWAY. All your muses?? Amazing. You gotta throw more of them at me. Your Sophie?? Are you Actually Diana Wynn Jones in disguise?? I love our crazy au/headcanon sessions and I love/hate that you’re The Worst Enabler and I’m inevitably going to end up with the other two Hatter sisters on this blog lmao. 

I HAVEN’T TALKED TO YOU TON YET BUT HI!!! YOU SEEM CHILL!!

@alonecour / @steeledstark / @professor-of-predators / @sclskinn / @dulcettc / @volaticoux / @frxncaise / @argelfrasterr / @i-wrote-myway / @zharptiitsa / @villainsfall / @anyaromanovarp / @agoodandloyalrussian / @aliquisinter 

AND EVERY ONE OF Y’ALL AMAZING PEOPLE OUT THERE I’M ADMIRING SILENTLY FROM AFAR EVEN NOW BECAUSE I CHICKENED OUT OF TAGGING YOU LAST MINUTE CAUSE WHAT IF YOU’RE LIKE “LMAO WHO IS THIS WEIRDO TAGGING ME??” (p.s. this is 100000% permission to slide into my IMs/like a plotting call/etc. I honestly think y’all are hella cool and probably love you already)

[sunshineandstorm]

Hey Jude (Sam Kiszka x Reader - Fluff)

Here you were this morning, phone in hand, ignoring the rest of the world.

@gunpowdergelatin: So how's the weather there?

@ClinkFloyd: Gloomy. It's been raining non-stop since this morning.

@gunpowdergelatin: Really? Wow. It's literally the same here.

@ClinkFloyd: It's okay, though. Your presence makes up for it.

You couldn't help but grin like a mindless idiot as soon as you finished reading the last message he sent. You leaned against your locker, unsure of what to do with the butterflies in your stomach.

How were you supposed to respond to a message like that?

Too busy racking your brain for a decent reply, you were snapped out of your trance when your best friend clapped her hands loudly in front of you.

"Jesus, Grace. You startled me." you say, clutching your chest.

"Bitch, I had to. Why were you grinning so hard? Did Harry Styles finally top the reader in this smashing fic that you're reading?"

Bold of her to assume you were reading fan fiction. Whatever made you smile from ear to ear was undoubtedly so much better than the feels trip you occasionally take in the land of make believe.

"Shut up. I'm not you." you retorted, not wanting her to think you were still stuck in that phase.

Grace furrowed her eyebrows as she tried her hardest to guess the reason why you were beaming. You started walking the hallway to your room, her, following closely behind. The moment she kept up with your pace, she began pestering you with all the questions you answered unenthusiastically.

"I wasn't watching a rom-com either. Just forget it."

"No, I'm not gonna stop until you tell me what happened." she insisted, refusing to back down.

You groan as your walking came to a halt, turning to your stubborn best friend beside you. You contemplated telling her for a while, afraid that she'll think you're stupid for smiling because of a sweet message you received.

Well, it's not like you didn't have the right to. It's just that the person who sent it to you is someone you absolutely know nothing about. You know that he's your age, a classic rock fan just like you are, and that he loves music just as much as you do, but much to your chagrin, that's the bloody extent of it.

You have no idea what he looks like or where he's from. Hell, you don't even know his name. You mentally pat yourself on the back for not knowing basic information about this guy that you've been talking to for a month now, just telling yourself that neither of you bothers to inquire because of how good the conversations get as a sop. And even though you were deprived of his personal info, you did know his deepest and weirdest thoughts, making you feel closer to him in a way.

But if you say you're not a little interested about his personal life, then you'd be lying.

You averted your gaze from the ground to Grace, sighing as you decide to just give in and spill. It's not like she didn't already know everything about you anyway.

"Fine. It's Jude. He said something sweet. Are you happy now?" you shared, immediately regretting your decision as soon as more questions were raised.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're still talking to that guy?"

"So?"

Damn it.

You knew it. You knew you shouldn't have brought him up.

"So? Y/N, you hardly know this guy!"

"But he and I are just talking!"

"Okay, yeah, sure. But occasionally, you flirt with each other and maybe even sext. Bitch, how can I be sure you're not dating this guy through Twitter?"

Your eyes widen at her allegations. You were stunned, partly because she's accusing you of something she would do, but mostly because she's scolding you for it instead of supporting you.

Normally, Grace would tell you that you're too uptight or that you need to let loose and have fun, so having her nag you like she's doing at the moment greatly astounds you. You suppose she's just looking out for you like any best friend would, but she tends to be more impulsive than you, so she's really left you confounded right now.

"Chill, mom. We do nothing but talk about dead or old musicians. And personally, I don't see anything wrong with that." you said, defending yourself.

Grace sighed, admitting to herself that your reasoning made sense, but she still found the whole set-up ridiculous nonetheless.

"Okay, but didn't it ever occur to you that this dude's probably a two?"

You gave her a look of disbelief.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Dude, if he's a ten, then his icon would've been a picture of himself instead of Jim freakin' Morrison."

She has a point, but you were certain that yours is a far better one.

"Well, has it ever occured to you that maybe he wants to keep his personal life private? Stan accounts exist for a goddamn reason, Grace, and it's not so he can show the world how good-looking or unattractive he is."

True enough, fan accounts are dedicated to any phenomenon that floats your boat. Grace didn't have trouble understanding this. She just so happens to find the idea of you, conversing with a total stranger on a daily basis really dumb that she's not holding back from giving you a list of reasons why you shouldn't do so anymore.

"And it doesn't matter if he turns out to be an ugly guy. I'm not dating him, nor do I have any plans to." you added, hoping that she'd stop bombarding you with her arguments.

How concerned she is of your actions is making you feel like you're sinful, and as if you're making the biggest mistake of your life. You thought you've already made her understand your explanation and believe your statement, but you were wrong. She wouldn't let the issue slide, which is unlikely.

"You don't even know what his actual name is!" she said, completely disregarding what you've said prior to her comment.

Another thing that bugs you is that you had no choice but to refer to him as Jude since he has "Hey Jude" as his Twitter name. It's probably not the most practical decision you've ever made, but the lack of essential information sharing between the two of you has prompted you to resort to that solution.

"Oh, come on. As long as I'm not crossing the line, then I'm not doing anything wrong! Can we just drop it and talk about other stuff?"

"Fine." Grace huffed, accepting defeat.

"I was going to drop some bomb on you before things went haywire anyway." she informed you, not wanting to argue with you over this mysterious dude you call "Jude" anymore.

You inched closer to her, having forgotten about Jude for a second as you anticipated the juicy gossip she's about to tell you. You grabbed her arm and shook it, urging her to spare the details already.

"Are you going to tell me or not?"

"Chill, baby cakes. It's about Sam."

Samuel Francis Kiszka. That perfect assortment of chromosomes. Oh, how greatly you loved his long brown locks, his glowing skin, and his prepossessing smile. You've had a crush on that boy since forever, but you only ever talked when you needed to and he never really looked your way. Your interest in him dwindled the moment you interacted with Jude on Twitter, but it's not like you're a loss to him.

You, losing your feelings for him does not affect him in any way since he could care less about you. And besides, he always has a string of girls, pining after him wherever he chooses to go.

"Oh. What about him?"

Typically, you're all ears when literally anyone has anything Sam-related to say, but having Jude to talk to has really made you less interested in him.

If Grace noticed how indifferent you seemed after she mentioned Sam, she chose to ignore it.

"He already has a new girl. I wouldn't say they're dating, though, 'cause I overheard his conversation with Danny and learned that he and this chick are just talking as of now. But according to Sam, things are getting pretty serious." she said as a matter-of-factly.

"Oh. Good for him."

Now it's Grace's turn to give you a look of disbelief. She didn't expect you would react this way. This is the first time she's seen you so nonchalant about Sam. She tried to appear as unsurprised as possible, but her facial expression betrayed her, finding it hard to close her mouth that's currently agape. Never in her wildest dreams did she think you wouldn't be bothered by the idea of Sam, dating someone else that's not you.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What?" you asked, blinking, confused by her question.

"The last time you found out Sam has a girlfriend, you bawled your eyes out. And now you're out here, unaffected, and saying shit like, 'good for him'? What kind of supernatural being possessed you?"

You chuckled. You tried to give her an answer, but you couldn't find any. You truly didn't know what happened. It could be the fact that you ran out of feelings for Sam because your relationship with him never really progressed after all these years. On the other hand, it could be the fact that you met Jude and grew awfully close to him.

"I don't know. I think it's just that... I found another person to give my attention to."

Grace scoffed, looking pretty disgusted by your response.

"Please don't tell me you're referring to this son of a bitch named Jude."

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but yes." you said, dragging her inside your classroom.

"Seriously, Y/N. Eww."

"I don't care what you think, G."

Settling into your seat, you were alarmed upon realizing that you didn't reply to Jude's last message. You quickly fished your phone out of your pocket to send him a message, not wanting him to think he made things weird. The two of you continued to message each other until your physics teacher entered your classroom. It's funny how you didn't only have the gloomy weather in common for both your annoyingly punctual teachers arrived at the same time.

Your mind temporarily shut out thoughts of him as you tried your best to answer this headache of a quiz that was given to you.

- - -

"You guys are still talking?" Grace asked, exasperated, swallowing the food she was chewing.

"We are."

"Grace, seriously. We're just talking. You're worried for nothing." you tried, convincing your best friend to stop giving you dirty looks.

"Fine. What are you guys talking about right now?"

You smiled even though she just rolled her eyes at you, knowing that she wouldn't be able to resist you, no matter how insane she thought you were being.

"He just asked me what my favorite John Denver song is."

"The Music Is You? Sounds cheesy." Grace said after peeking at your conversation with Jude in your phone.

"Trust me, G. Every guy you've dated is way cheesier."

Grace was just about to say something snarky when Sam had an outburst. You and Grace exchanged looks before diverting your attention to Sam and his friends. Thank God you can hear them perfectly from your lunch table.

"Oh, what is it now?" Danny asked, just as annoyed as Grace was a minute ago.

"Her favorite John Denver song is The Music Is You!" Sam answered, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Oh.

My.

God.

Fuck.

Both you and Grace's eyes shot wide open, Sam's words leaving the both of you dumbfounded. Is this really happening? You were too shocked to tell.

You couldn't move. You lost the capability to speak. Your brain won't even form sentences, let alone words right now as it refused to process what your ears had heard. Suddenly, all that you felt was this abnormal pounding sensation in your chest.

If you thought Sam Kiszka couldn't make you weak anymore, you've never been so wrong.

- - -

A/N: PART TWO.

[elizabetholscn]

gifts / jingle bells / secret santa / wreaths

gifts ━ one of your favorite writing partners. 

OF COURSE IT’S YOU, STEPH. Listen, the amount of ships we have?? I’m actually losing count at this point. But each and every plot we’ve come up with, I’m honestly in love with all of them, okay. That isn’t going to stop because we just keep throwing ideas at each other and coming up with more and more ideas everyday. Thank you for joining me in screaming at every face I fall love with and making an opposite with me, you’re definitely one of the few people I can come to with any plots and you’ll gladly do them with me. You’re an amazing writer and have fully of amazing ideas, so don’t let anybody tell you otherwise actually meeting this year and adding your hometown to my solo trip around america?! You’re also always here for me whenever I need to vent and just know that I’m always here for you too, okay. PLEASE COME AND VISIT ME SOON BECAUSE I KNOW YOU’LL LOVE LONDON TOO, ILYSM GIRL

jingle bells ━ most useful sites that you use often.

I mean…Google would be the most useful site since I’m always searching for something whether that being just in my own time or for uni. Personally, I won’t put this hellsite in the mix but I’d say Twitter, not only for the meme galore you’d find on there, but sometimes it’s also a place where I can find out about news in the fastest way?? I don’t even tweet much on there anymore but I still find myself scrolling through it everyday. Pinterest, because it’s a place that calms me the fuck down whenever I have too much on my mind and who doesn’t like looking at pretty things 24/7? Plus that’s one of the places where I get all of my inspo for my characters too. Letterboxd, because I’m a huge movie nerd. Honestly, this is coming from a person who used to go to the cinema three times a week, every week. I love movies that much but sadly I don’t have time to do that anymore because of real life. But I find solace on that site because I love seeing people enjoy movies as much as I do. Y’all should join so you can find me crying over Wes Anderson movies. I’m gonna self-promo myself I’m not even sorry.

secret santa ━ favorite female names.

I’m a huge fan of naming my female characters with unisex names. Something about these names just makes my characters more unique you know? Because you don’t hear the name often or even meeting people with names like that in real life. Pretty much all of my muses that I’ve named in the past can be considered as my favourite names, because I wouldn’t have given them that name if I didn’t. But some names would be Morgan, Rowan, Blake…and more feminine names would be Brielle, Fallon, Calliope…I could just name all of my female muses here lmao.

wreaths ━ favorite male faceclaims.

It’s funny because I had a similar conversation with my flatmate about this earlier this week — granted, it was slightly different because we were talking about who our hall passes would be but ultimately my favourite male faceclaims narrow down to who my favourite actors are. So right off the top of my head right now (and I���ll definitely forget some), I’d say…Chris Evans, Chris Pine, Chris Hemsworth, Sebastian Stan, Chadwick Boseman, Michael B. Jordan, Paul Wesley, Michiel Huisman, Justin Hartley, Matthew Goode, Casey Deidrick, Jamie Dornan, Scott Eastwood, Luke Mitchell…TRUST ME I CAN GO ON FOREVER.

christmas rph meme.

[no-moremusic]

hi i’m back on my buddie/paramore bullshit and honestly you’re so right,, eddie as a brand new eyes fan is so correct and buck as a awkif falling fan hurts me but also is just So Correct honestly. also can we discuss flowers for vases and how so much of it can be applied to various points for buck and eddie but especially HYD because “in a million years never though i’d see the day you would choose your fear over me, many storms have come and if not for you i’d have been struck down, disappeared at sea” and “i know it’s hard for you to take a compliment but my life began the day that you came in it” are So Them and i am in so much pain tbh (also never let this go with the new promo help) (also hi i’m sorry for the notification spam this week)

HIIII

yes bna eddie stan and awkif buck stan for the winn!! i really can see buck taking awkif with him while he’s moving place to place all alone in the world. never let this go.. the more i listen to it the more i think it’s just bucks ultimate song.

CAN we talk about flowers for vases?? i’ve waited over a year and probably hundreds of hours of listening time to talk about flowers for vases😭 HYD IS THEIR SONG. PERIOD the vibe of the song, the informality at the start, and then how soft and comfy she sings it and how it just sounds like a letter to tell someone how much she loves and misses them.. buddie. buddie. buddie. the lyric you mentioned stabs me in the heart everytime but now it’s gonna hurt more bc it’s for buck and eddie!! “your eyes are shut so you cannot see, just how very close i keep you to me” the mutual pining of it all.. obsessed. forever obsessed. eternity of obsessed.” and i can imagine buck hearing find me here for the first time and just immediately tearing up because this is what he does, he loves and he waits for people to come back. the entire album is just so gut wrenching and so beautiful and the world needs to give it more credit. u don’t even want to know what i would give for a full live version of it. buck moves in with eddie and chris and keeps a vase of flowers in the living room and when eddie asks him what’s up he starts laughing. he’s like “get it? eddie do you get it?” and it’s not funny but it’s buck so it’s so funny. girl dad buddie singing their daughter over those hills as a lullaby. the diaz home is a flowers for vases stan house

please never ever be sorry for any messages!! bro i honestly get so excited when i see them they make my day and i love talking w u❤️❤️

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The World Forgetting By The World Forgotten Pt.2

A/N - Chapter 2 takes place during 6th and 7th Grade. The Journey to the world of IT will begin in Chapter 4.

Summary: (Y/N) Experiences the plight of new friendships and old feelings. Age Up, SlowBurn!RichieTozierxFemale!Reader

Trigger Warning: Slight Depressive Themes

Chapter 2:

6th Grade - 1984

Richie Tozier had a problem, a very big problem. He was known for his slick tongue, and the rude way he talked to women. He had come off as a misogynist to that many women who didn’t know him. The older woman in the neighborhood always made sure that their daughters stayed away from the problematic Tozier child. So, your small group just assumed that he couldn’t feel. At least not in a serious way, the poor kid had a new crush every week. None of that reasoned why couldn’t he shake this one. For Christs sake it had been almost a month. You had your arm around Richie’s shoulder and was talking with a huge smile on your face. Richie, though he wasn’t paying any attention to what you were saying couldn’t help but smile back as his stomach was overcome by butterflies at the feeling of your hand on him. Suddenly you were saying his name, shaking his shoulders dramatically. He had been so lost in his thoughts that everything was flying over his head.

“Rich!” You announced.

“Huh, what did Eddie's mom die of cardiac arrest?”

“Beep Beep, Richie.” You said, smiling despite the insult. Eddie yelled out a faint hey, reminding Richie that he wasn’t funny.

“Okay, so what is it?” Richie asked you, hyper aware of just how close you were to him.

“I was telling you guys about how Kyle Henderson told me I looked really nice with my new hairstyle. And since, you know, you guys are guys, I was wondering if that meant he liked me back.” Back. The word slammed into Richie like a freight train. Back meant that you liked him too. It meant that you liked Kyle, it meant that you didn’t like Richie. Richie shrugged your hands off his shoulders and glared at the ground. He shouldn’t have been this hurt anyway. Last year Stanley crushed you for about 3 months, and Richie had edged him on to ask you out. In the 2nd grade Bill liked you as well. Richie could even recall your faint crush on Bill before he had kissed Beverly. Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, Richie never minded you touching him before. Nevertheless, you shoved your hands into your pockets awkwardly and continued speaking. “William says he always wants to compliment Beverly, to show he likes her but I know these guys know nothing about love. You’re the love guru,” you say sarcastically knowing how many crushes he’s had in the past, “gimme your opinion.”

“I know lots about love!” Stan said loudly. “I’ve studied the way birds feel for each other, so I’m not completely oblivious you know.”

“This is human feelings not birds Stanley. I doubt Kyle wants to watch me feed kids food from my mouth.” You said exasperatedly.

“That image is forever burned into my head now, thank you.” Eddie said as he made a gagging motion.

“I need some real advice here, I don’t want to be like William and just pine after my crush for forever.” Richie still hadn’t responded, he was looking at the ground with his fists tightly clenched. He didn’t like this burning feeling in his chest. He didn’t like the emptiness in his stomach. And he didn’t like having feelings for you. He had seen first hand what love did to people, his mother and father a prime example. The only thing he liked at the moment, was the thought of Kyle getting hit by a truck.

“Hey. Stop with the wi-william thing. I-i-it’s been 4 years. Give it a b-b-break.” Bill scolded you. “A-a-and -”

“You don’t pine after Beverly, got it.” You interrupted before looking back to Richie. “So, Richie Rich, opinions?”

“My opinion?” Richie said bitterly before looking up at you. His sweaty palms making it hard for him to keep his fist clenched. “You want my fucking opinion?”

“That's what she just said.” Eddie said as you nodded.

“I think you need to stop opening your damn legs for every fucking guy you think is cute, have some fucking pride. You should stop being such a fucking whore.” Richie said before briskly walking away and getting on his bike. He didn’t know why he had just snapped at you, but there was no room for regret in him. The guys all stood with their mouths wide open. Sure, Richie had always said the worst things at the most impossible times, but he was never downright cruel.

“(Y/N).” Eddie spoke up touching your shoulder. You turned around too fast and Stan was sure he saw your neck break. You wiped at your eyes before smiling weakly.

“Oh! Don’t we have to go pick up your prescriptions Eddie?”

“Yeah but, -”

“Great!” You clapped your hands together walking over to your bike. “We’ll catch you guys on the flip side!” You yelled back towards Stan and Billy. You were never one who wanted to focus on negative emotions, you just let it all build up until you had a moment alone. When you would get home, and sit on your bed and just cry for hours. You struggled with most things, and found little enjoyment in others but you often knew how to put on a happy face. So, though Richie Tozier’s words had stung a good deal, you swallowed them down and acted as happy as you could.

“What j-j-just happened?” Billy turned to Stan after Eddie shot them a concerned look as you pedaled away faster than normal.

“I have no idea.” Stan shook his head.

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In the heated events of earlier in the day, you had completely forgotten the navy-blue fanny pack you had stored in your bookbag. You’d seen it while out on a shopping trip with your mother and she hadn’t even noticed as you dropped it in her cart and then snuck it back out after she paid for it. The thing had Eddie written all over it, and he could use it to carry his medicines instead of the paper bag he’d been using since you met him 4 years ago. When Eddie finished filling out his prescription and was beginning to walk out the store you waved at him to stop.

“Eds!” He cringed, “Hold up a minute okay?”

“(Y/N)?” Eddie couldn’t help but notice the tension in your shoulders and the cold smile plastered to your face. He knew the thing with Richie had affected you, but he also knew better than to pry. After all they all called you the happy one, and once in 3rd grade Stanley had referred to you as their personal sunshine. He shook the thoughts away and focused on you rummaging in your bag instead.

“Close your eyes!” You said, genuine happiness beginning to grow back into your voice. He wanted to complain but he didn’t want to make you sad again. With a groan, he complied. “Stick your hands out.” You said in a singsong voice.

“You’re not going to give me something gross right?” He scratched his arm, his eyes still tightly closed.

“Who do I look like, Tozier?” You asked. Your voice cracked slightly at the mention of Richie, but you shook it off soon enough. The one stage plays rebeginning it’s production. Eddie shook his head in response, then stuck his hands out. You took the fanny pack from its position in the white plastic bag and sat it softly in Eddie's hands. “Open now.”

“Woah.” Was Eddie's only response as he stared at it. He looked up at you, a bright smile on his face. “You got this for me?”

“Duh!” You exclaimed bouncing on your toes. ‘“I saw it in the store and just had to get it for you.” You stretched the truth a little. Knowing the only reason, you were able to grab it was because of your mother's ignorance to your presence. “Now you don’t have to hold the medicine in your brown bag. You can put it in the fanny pack.” Unexpectedly, Eddie hugged you tightly. Mumbling thank you into your shirt. You chuckled hugging him back, before he pulled away. He immediately began dumping his medicines into the fanny pack, clipping it around his waist before swirling it around.

“How do I look?”

“Amazing!” You exclaimed, taking his hand in yours as you both exited the pharmacy.

It doesn’t feel the same from when I hold Richie's hand you thought to yourself before shaking the it away. In your excitement with the gift giving neither of you had seen Henry Bowers and his gang loitering outside the pharmacy waiting for you.

“Hey there, hot stuff.” Henry said when he saw you. You blanched immediately, shoving Eddie behind you. Henry Bowers was a predator, and up until this year you had been to him exactly what you were to the rest of the boys. Prey. But suddenly when the first day of school started and you came to school in leggings instead of baggy jeans, Henry took a different kind of interest in you. “What are you doing hanging out with this loser again?” He motioned behind you to Eddie. You swallowed your fear.  “I thought I invited you to hang out with me.”

“He isn’t a loser he’s my friend.” You spat out. “And I would never choose to spend time with you.”

“We can be friends instead.” Henry said approaching you as he ignored your previous comment. Eddie held your hand tightly as you continued to stand protectively in front of him. In your intense focus on Henry you hadn’t noticed Victor and Patrick moving, and they were able to pry Eddie from your grip.

“Hey!” You yelled as Patrick held Eddie high in the air by the collar of his shirt. “Put him down you big oaf!” You went to make a move when Henry slammed a hand on the glass next to your head violently. You knew Mr. Keene had heard, but you also knew he didn’t care. If the blood wasn’t shed in his store it didn’t matter.

“Kiss me, and I’ll let your friend go.”

“What?” Your voice squeaked loudly. You had never kissed anyone in your life, you were only 11 and still hadn’t truly figured out what feelings were. So, when 14-year-old Henry Bowers demanded a kiss, you felt sick.

“Kiss me,” He repeated, “or your friend gets it.” Patrick shook Eddie roughly, causing him to wheeze with nerves.

“You’re going to give him an asthma attack! Stop it!” You yelled at Patrick who continued to shake Eddie.

“Kiss me!”

“Don't do it (Y/N)!” Eddie yelled, panting. Victor punched Eddie in the stomach for the interruption and your friend nearly heaved.

“Okay!” You screamed. “But,” You took a deep breath, “put him down first.” Henry smiled victoriously before nodding at Patrick to put Eddie down. Once Eddie was on his feet and taking pumps of his asthma pump, you exhaled. Leaning in towards Henry before kicking him roughly in the groin. Henry fell over in pain holding himself and cursing up a storm. In the distraction you grabbed Eddie's hand in yours and took off running down the hill towards where you left your bikes.

“That was sexy (Y/N)!” Henry yelled as cackled behind you. Your stomach turned, sexy? What did that even indicate. You heard your dad call your mom that, but usually it was only before they locked themselves in the room for the night. You had been called Pretty and Cute but never Sexy, the word made your skin crawl with unease, whatever it meant, you didn’t want Henry Bowers to think you were it.

You and Eddie didn’t turn around as you jumped on your bikes and pedaled far away.

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It took Richie 2 full days of ignoring you before he decided to apologize. For those 2 days you acted as though it didn’t bother you, and continued with the other losers. Though Bill asked repeatedly if you were okay, you always responded with “absolutely” even if there was a small hole in your heart. One the size of red rimmed glasses. On the ending of the 3rd day, you had just hung up the phone from a conversation with Bill about the phrase “He thrusts his fists against the post, and still insists he sees the ghost.” You insisted that you didn’t know what it meant and made William say it several times before you pretended to finally get it. You had just wanted to make him practice his stutter. There was an insistent knocking on the door after the phone call that made you jump. You looked down the hall to your parent’s room, only just then noticing they weren’t home. You shrugged, trying to convince yourself you were unaffected before going down the stairs and opening the door. You gasped when you saw who it was. Trashmouth Tozier was standing there sheepishly, he had flowers in his hands and was chewing on the skin of his thumb. He didn’t look up at you as he spoke.

“I’m sorry.” He said as he thrust the flowers out. You frowned, and took them from him. You had waited for something from him for 3 days. When you’d get home all you could think about was if you done something so terrible to Rich that he’d call you a whore. Then you went through the process of wondering if you were.

“Yeah.” You responded awkwardly, repeatedly shifting the weight on your feet.

“Stan told me you really like Hydrangeas, so I picked those.”

“Thanks, I think.” The silence stretched out, it was the first time since ever meeting the losers that you felt uncomfortable. The guys were your safe space, you could hide from your empty thoughts and home. Sometimes, you felt that you were only living to survive but when you surround yourself with the love the boys gave you the feelings were dissipated.

“Um -” he looked up finally. “Look, I - I shouldn’t have said all those terrible things. And I shouldn’t have ignored you.” You nodded in agreement. “Fuck, I was just nervous that your interest in Kyle would mean you wouldn’t hang out with the losers anymore and I would miss you,” Rich paused seeming to realize just how much he meant those words, “we would all really fucking miss you because no one would fucking be around to be a pain in the ass to us anymore, though you’re my - i mean our pain in the ass and -”

“Beep Beep, Richie.” You said as you flung yourself at him hugging him tightly. His heart skipped at the touch, though he was saddened by the unsaid words. You hugged him for what felt like too long to be friendly, but neither of you let go. He had told Eddie about his non-fleeting crush towards you, and Eddie had told him to tell you. But he couldn't, he’d rather have you as a friend then as nothing. “I would never abandon any of you guys, you’re my family.” His chest constricted, for some reason the word family made him feel awkward. The last thing he wanted was to be your brother figure. You’d led him upstairs after the hug and he lied and told you he wanted to hear all about your crush on Kyle Henderson. You’d smiled widely, though something in your chest twisted. You ignored it, figuring it was excitement to discuss your new crush.

“Well the other day, he pushed hair back from my face and then -” your voice faded out as Richie forced a smile and nodded along to whatever you were saying. He tried to ignore the cracking in his heart each time you said a name that wasn’t his.

7th Grade - 1985

You were on your way home from another day of helping William babysit Georgie. It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it on his own, he just liked the extra company. You smiled thinking about how big Georgie was getting. You smiled more, remembering how Georgie had been just 1 years old when you met him. Then, you smiled wider remembering how Georgie had thrown up all over Richie the first time he held them. It was then that Richie had sworn of children, but you imagined he’d make a great father. You’d all laughed for hours after about the white spit up stain on Richie's pineapple button-up shirt. Your memories were short lived when you spotted a figure hunched over on the sidewalk. You stopped walking standing there for a second peering at the kid leaned over. It took you a moment to recognize him as Michael Hanlon, the home-schooled boy. You leaned your bike against a nearby tree before walking towards him. It wasn’t in your blood to abandon someone who obviously needed your help.

“Hey,” you said as gently as you could, “are you okay?” Mike didn’t look up at you, expecting you to walk away since he didn’t respond. He heard shuffling from in front of him and assumed you were leaving, so when you sat beside him he was shocked. “Mike?” He looked up at this.

“You know my name?”

“Uh, yeah.” You smiled widely, which was common for you. Bright, reassuring smiles were kind of your thing. “I live like 4 blocks away from where you work.”

“Oh.” His smile fell. “Cool.” Mike wasn’t completely comfortable talking to you; his grandfather had told him about the prejudices that came along with Derry. Just because you smiled brightly doesn’t mean your heart shined the same way. You pouted at his insistence to shrug you off.

“Well, I’m (Y/N).” He nodded but offered nothing more. His foot kicking at the pebbles on the ground. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Your parents own a couple of properties around here. Right?”

“Yeah,” you frowned “they’re big investors. The rich, snobby, hats off to you, type.” Mike smiled a little bit when you took off a nonexistent hat from your head. “So, Mike, since we’re friends now,” Mike raised an eyebrow causing you to smile again, “why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you.”

“Nothing.” He answered hurriedly.

“The lies.” You shook your finger at him. “You lie, you cheat; you cheat, you steal; you steal, you do anything.” You repeated the phrase you had heard your mom say countless times. Mike sighed before shrugging his shoulders. What harm could be done? He couldn’t make his Grandfather more disappointed in him then he already was. They say when you hit rock-bottom there isn’t anywhere to go but up. So, Mike told you. He told you all about having to shoot animals in the head, his grandfather's insistence that everyone in the town was evil, how Henry Bowers harassed him every chance he got, and the expectation that he live up to be his father. He told you about his parent’s death and how he still felt like he heard them screaming for help sometimes. Mike talked until his throat was sore, and until you knew almost every inch about him. You sat there and nodded along, your hand resting on the top of his. You didn’t have the right words to say to fix this, or fix him. Instead, once he finished talking you hugged him. You hugged him hard and told him that when he gets older he should leave this town and their stereotypes behind.

“Mikey,” you pulled away from the hug and stood up, “how about you take me to this farm of yours and I help you out.”

“Girl’s don’t -”

“Girls can do anything guys can do.” You stated rapidly before he could finish, causing him to smile. “Now, I can’t say I’ll shoot an animal in the head, but I’ll sure as hell hold your hand while you do.” Mike thought about this for a second, he had never had any real friends. Some fleeting kids he’d hang out with for a few weeks before they eventually forgot about him and moved on. But, you seemed to generally care about him and his troubles though having just met.

Michael Hanlon smiled. He smiled and led you towards him farm where a friendship would blossom. Not the fleeting ones he was used to having, but one where he felt you cared about him just as much as he cared about you. Mike would never go more than three days without you appearing at his farm, sitting on a stack of hay singing Old McMike. A rendition of Old McDonald you’d come up with just for him. You told Mike about the losers, and he taught you about how to farm. Several times you had asked Mike to meet the losers, but he always told you that he wasn’t ready to make more friends.

“I’m afraid.” He’d admit. “I’m afraid of how they’ll see me, just another homeschooled black kid with dead parents.”

“Mike, they aren’t like that I swear. I mean, Richie might make a rude comment or 12, and Eddie might put on hand sanitizer after touching you, but that’s the extent of their issues. They’re great guys.”

“Maybe another time (Y/N).” he’d say. You’d frown but eventually relent.

The Losers were generally confused by your absence, they were used to being your whole world. Sometimes Stan would show up at your house and was offended that you weren’t there or with any of the other losers. Richie attributed this to Kyle Henderson, your long-time crush, and on again off again boyfriend, but you assured them that you didn’t even take Kyle that seriously.

“I’m too young for real love.” You’d say all the time and all the losers would roll their eyes.

They each had their own ideas of where you disappeared off too, they had no idea about Mike Hanlon and Mike asked you to keep it that way.

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Can you do a reddie fic where Richie is talking to a girl and realizes that Eddie is jealous

HELLO I AM DOWN FOR JEALOUS EDDIE ALWAYSalso posted this on my AO3 !“There he fucking goes again,” is the first thing Eddie says to Beverly upon arriving at the fair. It’s the second day of the week-long festival in Derry and Richie Tozier is already going around playing the man whore.Eddie understands, he does. There are a lot of pretty girls that come to the fair from all around the state, so any guy who is interested in women would love the opportunity to sneak in a casual flirt or two – Richie obviously being one of them. Just these two days Eddie has seen him talk to more girls than he’s seen Henry Bowers in a fight. And that’s, well, that’s a lot.“A hello would’ve been nice,” Beverly smirks at him with knowing eyes, painfully aware of how bad Eddie feels.It’s not that Richie is not allowed to talk to girls, not at all. He should talk to as many girls as he wants, ask them on dates and win them stuffed animals at the booths littered all around the main street. Of course he should, if that’s what makes him feel the thrill of a flirt. Eddie, though. Eddie knows very well Richie is allowed to do all those things; the guy is single, basically a walking ball of energy and sexual innuendos spill out of his mouth without a pause all day. He deserves to let some of his teenage frustration out with some giggly strangers who are more than willing to jump into conversation with the local flirt. Eddie would know – because if you care, yours truly is head-over-heels for his own best friend, aforementioned Richie Tozier. 

He would also be very happy to have Richie’s attention on him like that, all playful and suggestive, not even hiding his intentions.

Not that he will ever have it; that he’d come to terms with. But seeing his crush flying from one pretty, long-haired girl to the other, never bothering to even glance at him, is pretty soul crushing. If it weren’t for his friends, Eddie would’ve already went home.

“Sorry, Bev,” he apologizes, but Beverly just shrugs it off; she has an idea how shitty it must be for Eddie to see all of that. It’s kind of an unspoken truth that Eddie is completely gone for Richie, but no one has ever addressed it outside of Bev. That’s basically how they bonded to be the closest of friends in the group – one summer afternoon they were left behind on a hike through the woods, the rest of the group way ahead of them. The conversation somehow steered towards the topic of crushes, and before Eddie knew he found himself confessing all his feelings towards Richie to Beverly. Even though the girl most likely already knew, as they all did (save for Richie, who was extremely clueless), actually admitting the fact out loud made it realer, somehow. Made him accept it a little more. Beverly also had a secret crush, it turned out, but her affection towards Ben obviously worked out better than it had for Eddie. The pair were going strong for almost half a year now. Eddie couldn’t be happier for them, Ben and Beverly completed each other in ways he could only hope to have with someone one day.

And that’s what brings them here. Eddie’s mood is already at a low point to start with, but as they wait for their friends to arrive the girl starts getting a little too touchy-feely for Eddie’s liking. Not that he has a say in it or anything, but now his mood is just downright awful. Richie seems to be having the time of his fucking life with some brunette (she’s very pretty, another thing that annoys Eddie to no end) while he’s over here on a bench, fuming over his man who is not actually his man.

The group slowly arrives and Richie also saunters over, clearly pleased with himself for having chatted up so many “hot chicks”, as he kept referring to them the day before. Why did Eddie have to fall for the straightest boy in his friend group, just why?

“Let’s check out the rides,” Mike suggests when they’ve all gathered together. Eddie enthusiastically agrees – all his life he wasn’t allowed to sit on anything that was bigger and more fun than a child’s slide on the playground, but he secretly loved every adrenaline-inducing ride.

They settle on a moderately normal one for starters, just a standard roller coaster some meters off the ground. Since there’s seven of them and the car can carry eight people for the ride, Richie spreads himself all over the two seats in the behind.

“Care to join me ova ‘ere Spaghetti Head?” he shouts to Eddie, his awful British accent making everyone roll their eyes. “Quite comfortable, if you can be bothered – and the view! I do believe Stanley has a family of sparrows living in that hair of his, come bird watching!”

Stan turns back to him and flicks Richie on the forehead as hard as he can. “Beep beep, Richie.”

Later he will admit that he is being an immature little shit but Eddie just goes “Yeah? Why don’t you get one of those, I don’t know, twenty girls you’ve been chatting up today to sit with you?”

It comes out much snappier than he intended, which seems to be a pattern now. It’s like he’s losing control over his mouth, but really, what can he do when everything is so awful all the time? So instead of sitting down next to Richie he sits in the front with Mike. It’s more exciting from there anyways, he thinks. The ride makes his heart race and his stomach all funny almost as much as Richie does.

When they get off Stan makes a beeline for the candy booth (“I’m feeling so weird now, my blood sugar dropped I swear!” “Come on Stanley, just admit you’re a pussy when it comes to rides!” “Shut the fuck UP, Richie.”). Bill and Eddie go with him while Beverly, Mike and Ben wait with Richie on the side. Just as Eddie is walking back with an impressive chunk of honeycomb, his favorite, yet another girl saunters up to Richie. Ridiculous.

“Didn’t we meet yesterday?” she asks, her tone playful and, oh god, an actual honest-to-God British accent. How is Eddie supposed to compete with that?

Bev is now looking at him with a sympathetic expression, which honestly just makes him feel pathetic even though he appreciates all the support he gets from her. Richie is now engaging in some playful banter while Eddie draws his eyebrows together because what the fuck is this girl even doing here? This is literally the most unlikely place for some English chick to be in the entire world but here she is, talking to his Richie like it’s National Flirt With Eddie’s Crush Day.

By the time the others get back she has said her goodbyes, not only to Richie but to the entire group – which made Eddie roll his eyes in annoyance – but he’s sure there are more to come in the three days that are left of the fair.

“Cute one, isn’t she?” Richie turns to them with a grin.

Eddie grits his teeth. “Yeah, just adorable,” he spits with so much hostility he surprises even himself. You need to fucking check yourself, he thinks, because you’re being fucking obvious. Not that Richie would ever notice these things. Don’t get him wrong, Richie is really smart. The boy is one of the top students in their year and he goes around blurting out facts and statistics all day, an endless pile of information flowing out of his mouth that never fails to amaze Eddie – but he wouldn’t recognize romantic feelings if you shoved them up his ass.

“What’s up with you?” Richie asks then, not really following (see explanation above). Ridiculous.

“Nothing” he snaps. “You know what, I just, I need to go home.”

He leaves the confused group behind, quickens his steps so he can get out of there as fast as possible. He just doesn’t want to deal with this today, he decides and almost runs the way home. When he arrives he greets his mom downstairs, getting his act together just for so long that she won’t be suspicious, before running up to his room where he breaks down.

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Back at the fair, Richie Tozier swears he’s never been so confused in his life. “Got his period or what? Is this his mom’s mood reflecting onto him because she didn’t get laid?”

“Oh my God, Richie,” Beverly snaps, surprising everyone. “Are you seriously that blind?” She looks around for some agreement but the other boys are just as confused as Richie is.

“Jesus Christ,” Beverly scoffs. “Men.”

“Hey!” Ben chimes in but Bev is already going off on Richie.

“Eddie has been in love with you forever,” she exclaims to the foul-mouthed boy, ignoring her boyfriend’s protests. “Are you telling me that you’re seriously so dumb you never even had a suspicion, because I’m not buying it. He’s been pining over you for years, Richie, that’s what’s up with him. You might not like him back but the least you can do is not go around chasing girls when you’re supposed to hang out with him! And us, for that matter.”

You could pinpoint the moment Richie finally gets it, his face twisting into an expression that says I fucked up, didn’t I.

“Fuck!” he sighs. “How am I supposed to know? God fucking dammit—”

Everyone is silent for a minute, brains trying to process and file the amount of new information that was thrown at them. “I’m gonna go after him,” Richie finally decides and takes off.

“Richie—”

“I don’t think he wants to see you right now, dude,” Mike calls after him.

“I don’t care!” Richie shouts back and breaks into a sprint.

“What the hell just happened,” Stan asks but doesn’t really need an answer.

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“God it takes forever to convince your mom to let me in,” Richie steps, no, falls into Eddie’s bedroom, startling the smaller boy.

“What the fuck!” Eddie exclaims. He is sitting on his bed with a book and a box of tissues; his eyes are red, shiny from all the crying. Richie is sure that if he were to look closely he could still see the tracks of Eddie’s tears on that cute, cute face. “What are you doing here?”

Frankly, Eddie doesn’t understand. He takes in the state his friend is in – Richie is panting, trying to catch his breath, hair a mess like he was running. Why in the hell he would run to Eddie’s house beats him.

“I wa—whew, I wanted to talk to you,” comes the answer. “Can I sit down?”

“Of course,” Eddie scoots over to the end of the bed so Richie has place to sit. He imagines how he must look in his sweatpants and oversized hoodie, the clothes swallowing him whole, his eyes puffy with tears, surrounded by used tissues. Why the fuck not, just what he needed for today as the cherry on top was for Richie to see him like this. What a sight he must be, really.

“Back there, were you…” Was I what, you coward, say it. “Were you jealous?”

Ding ding ding, the one million dollar question! Richie Tozier has finally got it, ladies and gentlemen! Stay tuned for after the break, where we find out if he needed help figuring it out!

Eddie doesn’t answer but stops his inner monologue to really take Richie in; he actually looks guilty and somewhat confused, but God, does he look breathtaking. Eddie is so mad at himself that after all this time and after all the sadness and heartbreak he’s went through, Richie Tozier still makes his knees weak and gives him butterflies in his stomach. He would still bend and break willingly at the snap of Richie’s fingers and in that moment, he hates himself for it.

“Psh, no!” he scoffs. “Why would I- why would I be jealous?” He is stumbling over his words. He does that sometimes, when he’s nervous because he speaks too fast and tends to ramble anyway, another thing he doesn’t like.

“It’s okay if you were, you know. I think I would be too.”

“I just told you, I wasn’t!” Eddie persists. He is lying but isn’t it better than revealing your biggest secret? Isn’t it? “…And what if I was. It’s none of your business.”

Richie chuckles. “It kind of is, Eds. I do flirt with a lot of girls—”

“Yeah, rub it in, why don’t you.” Did Richie come here just to laugh in his face about his crush? Eddie doesn’t know a Richie like that, that’s for sure.

“No, I mean, that’s all it is. Flirting.” Richie clarifies. “But if I knew how you felt about it I wouldn’t have… you know. I never thought I’d actually have a chance with you.”

“What do you mean a chance with me?” Eddie curses his heart when it instantly leaps out of his chest and oh, that’s Richie’s hand on his, okay. Don’t fucking freak out.

“I do like you, Eddie. I know it’s kind of hard to believe with how I’m normally acting, but I do. I’ve been kind of gone for you for a while now but I’ve never… I really didn’t know.”

“This better not be a fucking joke,” Eddie warns. “And I’m no secret. If you want to be with me then be with me, but don’t keep me in the dark. You want to be my actual fucking boyfriend or what?”

Richie coughs up a surprised laugh. “Aye mate, ‘tis a feisty one. It’d be me honor to bee ya boeyfrind.”

“Is that supposed to be a Scottish accent…?” Eddie gives him a flat stare.

“…Yes?”

“Well, it’s not,” Eddie tells him. He still seems weirdly proud of butchering the accent, but hey, that’s Richie Tozier for you. “You better kiss me before I change my mind.”

And boy, does he.

[sparkknightella]

One and Only (pt1)

here’s my beverly fic! finally got it typed n shit!

OK quick run down: Takes place in the 80′s, going off canon, so Pennywise happened but they’re already forgetting. Haven’t decided if Georgie lives or not hAHA.

summary: Ben is in love. His best friends are tired of his pining and give him an idea. Boy does it go well.

word count: 1531 

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Ben knew he couldn’t deny that he was absolutely in love. His heart would race, he thought his lungs were collapsing, his stomach was a butterfly garden. He also couldn’t deny the burning in his heart anytime he saw Beverly with any guy he did not know.

Rumor had it that Beverly was talking to a couple guys on the football team and it angered Ben to no end. He knew he had no right to be, he’d never told Bev anything about how he felt.

He walked over to Mike, Bill, and Stan and plopped down on their bench. Beverly was sitting on the steps of the school with the two football players she was rumored to be sleeping with. Ben knew he didn’t shine a light in comparison but deep down he hoped she’d see him and leave them.

“Why not just tell her how you feel? You’ve been best friends forever, I’m sure she won’t really care.” Stan nudged Ben’s shoulder to get his attention.

“Are you crazy? It’d ruin the dynamic of our friendship! Not to mention what it’d do to the group.”

Stan sighed and shook his head. “Whatever you say, haysta-“

“Ben did she ever figure out that you wrote her that postcard, did she?”

“Postcard?”

“Your hair is winter fire…” Mike started.

“January embers…” Stan fake swooned.

“Muh-muh-my heart b-burns there tuh-too.” Bill finished and the three began cracking up. Ben blushed at their dramatic rendition of his poem.

“No, she never found out it was me.”

“What if your sent her cards again? Woo her with your words and she won’t care who you are.” Mike always had the best ideas, though Ben wasn’t sure he was a fan of this one.

“What if she knows it’s me?”

“She won’t.”

Ben knew this was true. Bev was beautiful and funny and clever in a lot of ways, but she didn’t pay attention to details like her friend’s handwriting or who sent her a love note when they were ten.

He hadn’t seen Stan sit up but looked up to find Stan’s face in his own. “Ben, I know you’re going to have some bullshit excuse as to why you can’t send stuff to Bev, but that’s the cutest goddamn thing ever.” Stan leaned backwards, laying himself back into Bill’s arms. “If you don’t do it, I will.”

“She’ll know it’s me, she copies my notes all the time.”

“You don’t have any classes with her.” Bill pointed his sandwich at Ben.

“Shut up!”

The other boys started cracking up and Ben felt his face flushing again. “I’m serious!”

Mike stopped laughing and looked at ben. “She won’t know it’s you, don’t worry.”

“How do you know?”

“Same way I always know, I just know.”

Ben glared and took a sip from his water. “Fine.”

-

“What’s the plan, haystack?” Stan was leaning on Bill, whose face was buried in Stan’s neck. It was cute but Ben wished they’d stop being so in love and help him out.

“You two are going to buy four post cards. The best ones you can find.” Stan looked he wanted to ask something. “No birds, Stanley. No matter how rare or beautiful they are.”

The question died in Stan’s throat and he looked clearly upset. Bill tugged his hand and kissed Stan’s cheek lightly.

“We’ve got it, Ben.” He got on Silver and waited for Stan to get on. They rode off in the direction of town and Ben heard a faint “Hi-yo silver away!”

Mike and Ben smiled. “Okay, you and I are going to the Barrens.”

“Why?” Mike didn’t sound upset, he was just curious.

“Bev knows every plant that grows down there. And it’s the Losers Club’s unofficial spot. It’s giving her a clue without really giving her a clue.”

Mike nodded, clearly proud of how much thought Ben was putting into this. He got on his bike. “Let’s do this.”

Mike and Ben joked and laughed all the way to the Barrens. Their friendship was easy and soothing. The other “Losers” were actually quite popular. Ben and Mike were often overlooked in favor of Pretty Boys Stan and Bill or Mom Friend Eddie or Class Clown Richie or goddess on Earth Beverly Marsh.

They didn’t mind though. They had each other and that’s all that mattered.

“Okay, we’re looking for any kind of flower.”

Mike pointed. “I’ll search fifty yards this way, you search over there. If we see anything, just yell?”

Ben nodded and they went their separate ways.

He watched the ground, but was nonstop thinking about Beverly. The way her hair shone in the sun, the way she reminded Ben of the sun. Her smile when Richie and Eddie would argue playfully or the way Stan and Bill always had to be touching. How she liked her popcorn slightly burnt to add more flavor and how she never ever had to pay for a pack of cigs. Beverly Marsh truly was the great love of Ben’s life and he hoped one day he’d be hers.

“Ben!” Mike’s voice sounded far away. “Ben! Come here, I think I found something!”

Ben jogged in the direction of Mike’s voice. Mike held open a trapdoor, the smell of smoke wafted up from the hole.

“Holy shit, it’s-“

“The smokehole.” Mike finished. They looked down at the now-rotting wood of what was supposed to be their clubhouse. “I didn’t call you over for a trip down memory lane, look.” Mike pointed to the ground inside.

Ben peeked over, his heart racing as if he were afraid, but he had no reason to be afraid. He opened his eyes slowly as if expecting something

(someone)

to be looking back up at him.

A single poppy had bloomed in what was once their fire pit.

They slowly climbed in, wary of something though neither could remember what. Ben picked the flower with delicate fingers.

Mike was shaking his head. “It’s like it was-“

“Meant for us.” Ben agreed.

Mike smiled as they climbed out. “Mission accomplished.”

-

Ben picked up the now-pressed flower and taped it to the postcard Stan and Bill bought.

“Pen.” He stuck his hand out like a surgeon.

“Pen.” Mike turned to Bill.

“Pen.” Bill turned to Stan.

“Pen.” Stan placed the pen in Bill’s hand and it made its way back down the line until it was in Ben’s palm.

He put the pen to paper, paused, sighed, panicked, and felt a heavy hand land on his shoulder.

“You’ve got this.” Mike sounded so sure that Ben’s anxieties melted away.

He nodded and put the pen back to paper. He felt his friends lean over to see what Ben wrote.

           Girl, I want to be your one and only.

-Secret Admirer

The other boys started clapping. Stan neatly placed the stamp in the corner and hugged Ben.

“She’s guh-going to love it.”

Ben smiled. “I know.”

-

“Mike explained the whole situation and I am demanding to see this postcard.”

Eddie stood in front of Ben in their homeroom, arms crossed. Ben shushed him and made sure Richie wasn’t around. “Does Richie know? Richie will ruin everything I’m planning.”

Eddie shook his head. “No, we know Richie can’t keep a secret.”

“Exactly. I’m mailing it today, we can go to my house together after school and you can see it.” Ben smiled, trying to cover up how nervous he truly was.

“I’m sure she’s going to love it and fall for you, stop freaking out.”

Ben smiled. “Thanks, Eddie, that’s real helpful.”

They laughed. “Seriously, it’s going to go just as planned.”

-

The final bell rang and Ben waited for Eddie at the school’s front door. Eddie ran out and got on his bike.

“Ben, we have to go now, Richie’s been chasing me since the bell rang ‘cause he “knows I’m keeping something from him”. I lost him in the bathroom, but we need to go now.”

Ben got on his bike and they rode off.

“So, four postcards to win the girl over?”

“Four postcards until I’m the love of her life.” Ben paused. “Hopefully.”

Eddie laughed and started walking up the steps to Ben’s house. “So, what are the cards going to say?”

“You’ll see as they get written. Can’t spoil anything considering the fact that the second Richie finds you, he’s going to force you to ‘fess up.”

Eddie pouted but he didn’t push it because he knew it was true.

Ben walked into his room and pulled out the postcard, handing it to Eddie he started walking towards the kitchen.

“Want anything to drink? I’m going to cut up some apples and dip them in peanut butter.”

“A water would be great!” Eddie called. “Also, this is the cutest thing in the world! If she doesn’t snatch you up I will.”

-

Ben stood in front of the post office, heart racing, face sweating, hands shaking. He was reconsidering sending this stupid letter. Even as he thought about all the consequences and how horribly wrong it could go, his arm reached forwards and slipped it into the outgoing mail slot.

He sighed. “Here goes nothing.”

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!!! what’d ya think? please give me some feedback and lmk if you want more!

[riskeith]

you just responded and i nyoomed to answer. yes my days consist of waiting for you. yes i’m not ashamed to admit it. <3

that makes so much sense actually? like A Lot of sense. i don’t think you should feel bad about that at all i mean if you are comfortable with how you perceive them then by all means! haha! what’s fun about fanfics is that people can take one character and shape them in so many different ways. canon doesn’t anyways give us depth to characters yet writers do which 🙏🏽 godsent. but then again, it can feel weird if someone makes them behave like ~someone~ else haha. i remember it used to be a hot topic in voltron actually, where people would portray lance as a weak and emotional guy only even if he’s arguably the bravest and most bamf... people didn’t like that very much. do you know what i’m talking about?

I’M SO EXCITED TO READ ALL OF THESE. thank you so much you just set my late night weekend plans 😏. and oh god esselle is the ao3 writer. i love their bnha fics so much. can’t wait to read their haikyuu stuff as well. kagehina too... 🥺 dude, i saw some oikage things last night and i have my eyes open.. 👁 i know you like them a lot so hm... i’ll definitely read that as well i love the summary already.

he’s puppy-like so would he like to play in the water? i want to say so, just bc i think it would be cute for him to splash around 🥺

just one?? wow now i get what you meant in your earlier messages, shskdhsk. all my current friends i’ve known since we were children, i don’t even know how to make new friends irl tbh.... AND SAME!!!! CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS GO BRR. and god the best thing is how things change but at the same time they don’t? like they start to notice little things and realize they’ve always liked them? or the ‘i thought best friends felt like this towards each other’.... aaaaaaaah. 🥺 but then again enemies to lovers.. the tension and the yearning? the moment everything just snaps? god i couldn’t pick my favorite i don’t think. i just love those two so much equally hahah.

if it’s cyberpunk vibes i will combust. i love those aesthetics so much.. (waiting for ps5 to restock so i can run around in night city in cyberpunk 2077 forever.) but yeah it makes sense for it to be themed like that but it’s so funny to think about transporting from the whispering woods to like... large billboards and grungy streets. AR 35?? oh that’s must earlier than i expected. so i take it the main story isn’t done yet?

how sexy, even though this blog is just our messenger app at this point snskdhkddhj.. once again, i’m sorry riskeith stans.. 🙏🏽

i wish i could get you all the cotton candy in the world. and wow kenma HAIR!! sounds so cute but wait oh my god,,, do you have short hair,....... 😳💗💓💕👁💘💝💓😭💗👀💖💓💘💝💞 do you? 😳💢 how was it shaving everything? must’ve been such a big decision!! 😳

ikr? like most of the fics i’ve read portrays them as a angst ship which i do love a lot but you’re right it’s funny bc in canon they’re just.. supportive idiots. i think it’s the oikawa fangirls thing and iwa being annoyed by it that people get hooked on. at least i think since it’s almost always there in the fics... :+ DO YOU LIKE IT? i’m so obsessed with it i saw a edit on ig with klance and that song earlier and it fits them so well too... 🥺 anyway back to iwaoi, i think i like writing from iwa’s pov actually? i haven’t tried writing much from oikawa’s yet but idk.,, iwa’s personality just speaks to me. also i like that oikawa’s personality is so complex to understand, it’s easier to spice up the angst that way. (I DON’T 🥺 it’s such a sad topic for me bc it’s my ultimate dream to drive but it costs soo much money to get it here and i’ve been too busy to invest... 😭 wbu?????) I KNOW MEMO AND OH MY GODNESS? i’m sure the fic is sooo good oh god.... the vibes. 😭 please tell me what it’s about. please. 🙇🏽‍♀️

OH it means that i’m just gonna reread your fics until you post something new... here i thought i was being clever and cute shshskdhdks

STOP YOU KEEP MAKING ME SO EXCITED aaaa ma’am please... think about my heart. 🥺

here’s a new topic to discuss; are you a coffee or tea person? (or neither.. please don’t say so)

kiss, m.a. 💘

i keep forgetting to check whether you’ve responded or not before shutting down my laptop and i’m left to answer on my phone 😭😭 and i too spend my days awaiting your responses <333 but i always forget to check after a period of time HFJSKFKSKCKNC i swear i’m checking like once every 5 min but the moment i forget you respond NCKSNDN

bro (do you mind being called stuff like that lol) writers give us everything canon is too cowardly to give.… truly blessed 🙏🙏 yeah i do!! there are a lot of complaints about mischaracterisation in hq fandom too actually… which i think is fair enough but at the end of the day just let these people have their fun you know.. it’s not harming anyone and if you don’t like it just don’t read! lol

i haven’t read much of esselle’s bnha actually (aside from tdbk) but i just know they’re absolutely amazing!!!!!! absolute legend i hope (i know you will tho hehe) you enjoy her kagehina toooo. and yes oikage!!!!!! omg pls 😭😭😭 i wish they were more popular aaaa

🥺🥺🥺 razor in one of those baby pools.. RAZOR WITH POOL FLOATIES!!! my goodness 😭😭😭😭

fjksnxksndm yeah but i think i might be an outlier in that… LOL oops. and you’re so right like they just grew up together and like grew in love it’s so natural and just comes to them like they were always supposed to be together and they are <333 bc soulmates <33333 BUT YEAHHH THE MOMENT EVERYTHING SNAPS YOU KNOW IT!!!!! god when person A SAVES person B even tho they’ve “hated” them the entire time...… but when they were faced with a tough circumstance they realised they couldn’t bear the thought of being without them 😩😩👌👌👌👌👌👌

omg ps5.… ngl i considered buying a ps console so i could play the last of us 2 chxjjskskxjxjs. have you seen all the cyberpunk memes tho? lolol. nah main story isn’t done!! i think the main story is supposed to develop all 7 worlds until we find our sibling so like.… it ain’t gonna be over for a LONGGGG time (lol omg could you imagine if mih*y* pulled a me and like 4 worlds in was just ‘ok soz i’m uninterested now you can imagine how the game would’ve gone’ HFJSJFKSKFKDJ)

HAHAHAHHA it legitimately is. riskeith who??? more like marriage anon stan account. fjdkfnnd anyways to my other followers hope y’all are enjoying the show 🤪

i do have short hair rn!!! lowkey a bowl cut but i’m also trynna grow out a mullet djksndksnd. and having a shaved head was so nice.. i literally just couldn’t stop touching it after cjskckksnfks. and it wasn’t that big of a decision to me tbh i’m not that fussed about my hair like i know some other people are djskkd the biggest obstacle was getting my parents to agree 💀💀💀 (much like i am trying now..…) i used to have my hair long for ballet, but once i quit i just kept getting it cut shorter and shorter and then voila! shave. GJDJKSKDND

true.. jealous iwa.. i have that in one of my wips i believe FJSJJCKSKDK (it might even be in the memo fic?) AND UHHHH i didn’t love the song ;–; it’s just… slow HFKALDLAKDK and not the mood i was in when i heard it cjdkslxllskcjskcnkscnkzmxmcm omg no not klance 😭😭 they have a lot of angst too.. (i say, as if there isn’t a single klance fic of mine that doesn’t have angst JFJDJSKDJ) OMG YOU LIKE WRITING IWA POV TOO???? you 🤝 me iwa kin. i joke that it’s because i, much like him, am very much in love with oikawa. (aw no i’m so sorry for bringing it up 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 but i’m on my learner’s rn!) IVE POSTED THE OUTLINE ONCE (not a good sign… LMAO) https://kaheyama.tumblr.com/post/190015338287/yall-want-some-iwaoi-angst THERE!! also wait i just realised it has manga spoilers.… maybe don’t look fjdknfjd (you could stop after “pining iwaizumi hajime” but i don’t want to accidentally spoil you 😭😭)

JFKSKSLAKFKSKCJLSKD IM so sorry it WAS clever and cute my brain was just not big enough at the moment to understand 😭😭😭😭😭 but thank u as always i appreciate 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 so honoured you would even think about going back to them lord knows i don’t KFKSJSKA

HEHEHE NO MERCY!!! but ok ok i shall lay low until the day comes 😋😋😋

tea!! simply bc i can’t sleep if i drink coffee fjskfjsj. but that’s been happening with tea too so i haven’t even had tea recently 😭😭😭😭😭 flavour wise i think i like coffee more but also you get so much more variety with tea? hm. HAHA. hbu??

hugssss, c.r. 💝