#please ignore the fact that he looks like he is made out of spaghetti ~w~

[ahhhhhhhh3613]

I never posted that catboy I drew :D

Yes he has lore. he is mine, do not steal him:3

[babytortie]

unexpected

unexpected. ❘ stanley uris x reader.

a/n: this was requested by anon - love ur recent stanley fic! was wondering if you’re cool with doing a smut for him? (aged up of course!) if you’re comfortable, could you make the reader more dominant in bed/stanley being more submissive? perhaps and enemies to lovers, hate sex type. other than that, any plot line is just fine.

* hope this lives up to your expectations! tyty for requesting this one.

summary: in which stanley and reader argue worse than richie runs his trashmouth. after burning some pent-up tension one day, the two take a turn for the better and become more than just enemies.

warnings: s m u t. some fluff at end. <3

contains: enemies to lovers, degrading, hair tugging, harsh kisses w/ slight blood, mild orgasm denial, praises, rough and unprotected sex.

* all characters ( including reader ) of the loser's club are 18+ in this one-shot.

~ 3.4k words.

you twirled a strand of hair between your fingers, a magazine placed on your lap, and beverly's head rested on your shoulder, looking at the pages with you.

it was the summer and the group was all back home on break from college. the loser's wanted to hang out and all eight of you were at bill's house right now. on various couch cushions and seats in the living room. his parents were away for the night and the seven brought clothes to stay at his just in case it got a bit late.

"oh, do you think he's hotter? or him?" bev asked, leaning in closer to point at the page. it was some magazine about the hottest actors of the year, achievement wise. though some hot men that were in it was currently grabbing beverly's, well, and your attention too. you glanced down at the page, slightly comparing both actors and voiced, "definitely him."

the guys overheard this and rolled their eyes. they were taking turns playing on bill’s newest nintendo sixty-four. on the floor below you, sat the four a few feet away, this was because they wanted to be scooted closer to the television. even though it was perfectly fine to put their backs against the couch. typical males.

you worried for their eyesight, especially richie’s, since right now he and bill were battling on some game you didn’t know the name of while being too close to the screen. eddie was on a chair next to the couch and sat by you, wheezing as he watched how close of a tie it was between them. mike and stanley were sitting on the floor with them on either side, cheering on who they wanted to win.

this was while ben sat on the other side of bev and read some book that just came out earlier this week. a quarter of ben’s focus was on his hand. it was resting on beverly’s thigh and drawing small, mindless shapes in content. the two were newly dating after pinning on each other for forever.

"i think we should play would you rather!" mike turned his head and suggested after hearing your conversation with the red head. bill had just died on the game causing richie to jump up and cheer while blowing out the other three's ear drums.

ben closed his book and sat up straighter. he took a glimpse over at beverly to see what her decision was. eddie hesitantly agreed when you and bev nodded. “s-sure!” bill got up and pulled stan with him.

one weekend about four years ago when the denbrough’s were home and bill had the group of losers over, they noticed how you all squished on the seats in the living room. surprising bill with an extra couch a month after this, they were able to successfully squeeze it into the room and push it against the other wall.

the four others started to pile on the other couch a few feet away from the three of you and eddie who still sat on the single chair next to you. beverly pulled her head up and leaned over to whisper in your ear, “be nice to stanley please.”

knowing it wasn’t funny, looking at her anyway with a confused expression, you lied. "stanley who?" she immediately turned her neck back at you, probably receiving some whiplash and raised an eyebrow to challenge you.

"i'm serious y/n." beverly laughed dryly. you sighed and replied a short agreeable response. “alright bev, as long as he doesn’t start it, then i won’t do anything.” after, you zipped your lips and threw an imaginary lock in the direction behind eddie.

she smiled at you in thanks and then you two turned towards the room, noticing everyone was ready. “b-being as it w-was mike’s id-dea, he can g-go first.” bill announced while glancing around the room.

mike nodded and turned to the one who still wore coke-bottle glasses years later. “richie, would you rather never wear underwear again or never wear socks again?”

ben and bill stifled a laugh, already knowing what his response was going to be. eddie rolled his eyes as richie answered, “underwear since i go commando sometimes anyway.”

you put your finger in your mouth, pretending that you were about to throw up and mike shook his head at richie. you turned to your right and left, seeing eddie’s and beverly’s disgusted faces.

”okay, eddie spaghetti.” he paused. the seven of you looked at eds, who had already put his hand over his face in annoyance. you and beverly laughed when the shorter boy muttered, “here we go.” richie smirked and continued. “would you rather, accidently send a nude to your boss or your parents? and by parents i mean your mom and i.”

he rolled his eyes, “absolutely not richie. my mom would never get with you and i would die of embarrassment if it were sonia. she’d probably kidnap and lock me in my old room, never to be seen again. probably boss.”

eddie turned to you after the group cackled of laughter, especially richie at the response he was given. the two of you currently shared a science class together in college and the asthmatic based some of his question off of this. "alright y/n, would u rather hook up with one of football players or with mr. jackson down at the science lab?”

you placed the palm of your hand on your cheek, into a thinking position and replied. "well, i kind of answered that question at last weekend’s party?" beverly jumped up at this and gasped. "no way! with which one?"

"i don’t kiss and tell." you smirked. the others gagged at that. “ah okay, i see. that’s where you went when we couldn’t find you again.” ben commented. stanley had been a bit quiet during the conversation and decided to speak up. adding to this, while looking at you pointedly. "you kind of just did tell and admitted at the fact that you sucked off some guy.”

you weren’t usually the type to get flustered during conversations like this. instead owning it as if you weren’t bothered. this helped you avoid any teasing or any richie’s usual jokes. "at least i'm getting some!" muttering in stanley’s direction.

"i swear if you guys argue for one more minute, i'm going to shoot myself. go y/n. it’s your turn." mike spoke up in between you and stanley, trying to get the game rolling again.

you smiled, feeling a little eager at the next question. you looked at the curly haired sitting across the room from you. the others groaned knowing you were about to pick on him in some kind of way. "uris. for the rest of your sex life, would you rather be the top or bottom?”

he blinked in your direction, probably wanting to smack you for the inappropriate question. “depends, is it with anyone specific?” you looked down sheepishly, then back up. is this a trick question? i mean sometimes you did find stanley a little bit too attractive. “do you want it to be?” deciding to quip back with equal attitude, you asked.

the group looked between the two of you while waiting for a response from uris. the tension was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. letting out a scoff in return, he looked at you in the eyes and glared. speaking in a low tone, you almost didn’t hear him. "uh, i don’t know.”

"what do you mean? you don’t know?" richie snickered.

bill, beverly, ben, and mike started to get the picture together. eddie figured it out just a second before them, when you burst out giggling. before you could stop from helping yourself, you let out a harsh jab. “oh shit, that explains why you’re always so uptight! maybe you should unbutton some of that polo? might help so you aren’t choking on all that innocence."

that only made matters worse, the last pin in place to set him off. stanley angrily spewed some words under his breath. only catching your name, you figured it was most likely something badly about you. quickly getting up from his spot, his curls bounced up and down when he rushed upstairs to one of the bedrooms.

the others watched him disappear from the top step sadly and looked back at you with the look. you had the decency to look a bit guilty, an awkward grimace on your face. "uh, why are you all looking at me like that?"

eddie leaned over to elbow you and gave his puppy dog eyes in pleading. you sighed but started getting up anyway. you laced your hands together in front of your stomach, nerves a bit jittery at being in a room alone with him. "well, to state my case we were all having that kind of discussion! if he wasn't such a prude..." you trailed off.

ben got up, patting your shoulder. "we all know this but stanley is sensitive about these kinds of things. go apologize while we're on break now and we’ll get some drinks going."

you nodded and turned back around, starting towards the stairs and walked up slowly. richie decided this was a good time to be the loud trashmouth that he is and shouted. "it was nice knowing you, y/n!"

shaking your head, you reached the last step and rounded the corner. hearing a slap noise, you assumed tozier was probably getting hit on the back of his head. a moment later a "beep beep" came from mike and you let out a small laugh in relief that they had your back against the loud mouth.

strolling down the hallway, you spotted the second guest bedroom door closed and decided to knock on it. stan heard a faint knock and got up from the bed to open it, seeing y/n he groaned. "oh, it's just you."

you ignored his disappointed comment and bit your lip. looking up and down to observe his new look. he must have just changed. wearing a regular light blue t-shirt and grey sweats. you shook your head and looked up to see his grin, catching you in the act of checking him out.

rolling your eyes in response, like he usually did and walking around him, you closed the bedroom door shut after stepping inside. you grabbed a handful of stanley’s shirt and pushed him against the back of the door. more like he allowed you to do this but you were definitely in control of the situation.

you leaned in towards him and swiped the back of your thumb over his bottom lip to test his reaction. when he didn’t swat your hand away, you went on the tip of your toes and brushed his lips against yours.

stanley gasped into your mouth and deciding to use this as an opportunity, you placed the tip of your tongue on the bottom of his lip. right before you could actually do this, he apparently read your mind and left his mouth open purposely. you wanted to slap him.

nonetheless, he allowed you total access. surprising him on purpose, you shoved your tongue in his mouth. wishfully thinking about how you wanted to somehow choke him with it. he grabbed both sides of your shoulders and scooted you closer, clashing his teeth with yours. not wanting to let up the control he tried to grab, you grasped the back of his neck tightly and felt light-headed. sensing wetness pooling between your thighs from enjoying this too much, you cursed to yourself.

a small moan escaped out from your lips and as if it was his fault, you nipped his bottom lip. you tried to quickly get rid the thought of ever giving into stanley uris. he hissed sharply, tasting slight blood from the nick. uris mumbled. "bitch."

this angered you more. pulling away from his lips, you put on a fake smile. moving in a bit closer to mess with the collar of his shirt, you tugged on it roughly, your face still close with his. "ready to not be a virgin anymore, virgin?" you retorted.

he smirked, "as long as i'm not one anymore, i don't care who it's with. even someone like you." he emphasized in a nasty tone. you pulled the shirt up over his head and uttered out. "shut the hell up." stan hummed happily after his shirt was pulled up to see that you were glaring from his reply. the two of you heard loud steps down the hall by the stairs, so you placed a finger over his mouth.

after a moment later, you heard what you assumed was someone in the bathroom, closing door the shut. letting out a breath not realizing you were holding it, stanley took this as a distraction to slip your finger into his mouth. you gasped, eyes widening, "what the hell!"

pulling your hand back, you spoke and stared in his eyes to let him know just how serious you were. "here's how it's going to go if you want to get laid, uris. we're doing this my way. don't play around anymore and definitely don’t talk too much so i can picture literally anyone other than you."

stanley looked into your eyes, searching for any hints of a lie from your remark. when he saw your eyes looking clearly back into his, he sighed in defeat. not letting it show, he grinned nastily. ”fine by me, y/l/n.”

"now, bird-boy are you sure you can handle this?" you stated more than questioned, an eyebrow quirked up. you held onto the top of his sweats with an eyebrow quirked up. he clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth together so hard he hoped they wouldn't crack. "fuck you y/n."

“no, that’s what i’ll be doing to you.” disagreeing and putting your palm over him. “what do we have here?” you asked out loud, in general all snarky. he let out an annoyed noise when he felt you tease fingertips across his hard length. so, in retaliation, he grabbed your wrist and pushed the palm of your hand harder onto him.

you gasped at how big he was. you tried to cover the surprise, a ‘tsk, tsk’ falling from your lips. not letting go quickly enough stanley noticed this and smirked at you. frowning, you murmured. "ever heard of patience? such a bad boy."

uris let out a small, quiet groan from feeling your hands come off of him. which was something you caught and figured having teased him enough, you put your hands around the waistband of his pants. tugging them off along with his boxers. afterwards you pushed him down onto the bed and before he could do anything, you quickly made work of your shirt. pulling it over your head and unclipping your bra as well.

he put a hand through his curls, smoothing them out from the fall when he fell into the comforter. watching you, he could feel himself hardening painfully. he felt needy and done with the wait. pulling your wrist closer he pleaded. “come on, hurry. please y/n.”

”fine, you’ve waited long enough like a good little boy.” stanley flushed at your approving compliment and tried to hide it, looking down. you saw this when you moved to sit on top of him and smiled. grabbing his chin lightly, you tilted his head back up. while looking into his light brown eyes, you held his wrist and tugged his hand so it laid over on top your breast.

stanley’s breath hitched and you moved inwards toward his neck. your warm breath was touching his skin, feeling cheeks reddening more. uris felt, palmed, and squeezed a little as you sucked small hickeys on his neck. not to dark but enough to be just visible if one were close up.

kissing his cheek and tilting back up, he dropped his hand and you happened to see his cheeks and neck all red. the quick switch of his attitude still shocked you to the core. ”are you sorry for calling me a bad name, baby?” he ignored your comment like a brat and kissed the inside of your wrist. you melted a little in his touch before going back to the task at hand.

you slowly let out of his grasp to unbuckle the belt and unbutton your shorts. you shimmied out of them and wanting to hurry up, you just moved your panties to the side and out of the way. pumping him a few times, you started to align him to your center. before you moved down onto him, you placed your hand on his cheeks in a sweet gesture and silently asked for reassurance. he nodded and you slowly slid down into him, both of you letting out small moans. “feel so good.” you muttered.

stilled for a moment, you let yourself adjust to his length and him to the feel. your hips went back up and you moved in forward, kissing him again. it slowly turned into a sloppy make out when you slammed your hips back down again. his tongue shoved in your mouth when you gasped in pleasure. after you found a rhythm you babbled on and on about how stanley was doing so good for you.

"i need you to put your fingers on my clit and rub." you said softly but still in a demanding tone. directing his hand exactly where you wanted it, you nodded when he looked at you again. his fingers moved quickly, drawing out an orgasm that you felt nearing.

lacing your fingers through his curly hair. stanley let out a loud moan as you tugged the locks. "now for the sake of you being able to cum, i'm going to ask again. are you sorry my baby boy?" he really didn't want to have to see the satisfactory in your face if he apologized. though, after a small moment went by, he realized that you weren't joking.

he let out a small, almost incoherent whine. pleading you with his big hazel eyes, "i-i'm sorry y/n. so sorry, c-can i cum please?" stanley would have never thought he'd be the submissive type but he found himself melting at your praises, quite easily. he liked letting you have some control and for once being able to sit back.

you smirked at him and let go. patting his cheek in almost a mocking way. "awe such a good boy but i think you can wait another minute." his eyes widened and you placed your hands back up onto his chest, steadying your balance before moving your hips back up and down repeatedly and harshly against his. he moaned when you kept going back down on his cock. feeling his pelvis right up against your very sensitive bundle of nerves, you squirmed.

stanley smirked, feeling you tighten around him. knowing you were close was a relief. constantly feeling so good on him made him hard and straining inside of you. tears prickling in the back of his eyes and wanting to cum so badly was difficult. uris felt not wanting to disobey you was more important as he patiently waited. pushing harder on your clit is what caused you to unravel, tightening completely around him. "oh fuck! s-such a good boy. cum with me now."

he came so hard, the hardest ever. which wasn't much to go off on, from the obvious conversation before. feeling euphoria, you rode through your high and his, milking every last drop of cum. you started to feel shaky. before your hips gave out, you placed one last kiss on his slightly darkening hickey.

after you fell on the bed next to him, he pulled you close. you turned your head in his embrace, eyes widening. you knew without a doubt they looked like they were probably about to fall out of the sockets. assuming even bigger eyes then richie's usual ones due to his glasses.

uris pursed his lips, kissing the top of your forehead before he could overthink it. “we need to talk. y/n/n." you tried to open your mouth, but closed it again. stanley used your nickname, he has never used it before. you were in disbelief, frozen, and unable to say a word. he rescued you and spoke up again. "you know i don't hate you, right?"

you swallowed feeling like a brick was falling from your shoulders and nodded. "i don't hate you either stan. this is not what i was expecting though to make up." you giggled causing him to chime in. the awkwardness was finally settled but you paused and asked nervously. "do you think we're worse than eddie and richie?"

he shook his head, not even needing to think on it and responded sweetly. "no, we're okay now and i have a feeling that richie will tease eddie even after we're all dead."

you laughed together once more, agreeing with stan’s opinion which would probably be a proven fact one day. "that's true. poor eddie!" snuggling closer into his back and finally, truly feeling at peace.

© babytortie on tumblr + wattpad.

[alicemitch09writes]

lame

01.

it was supposed to be us against the world

It was just a normal Tuesday for you, the scorching sun was out, seeping whatever energy you had for today, class had just ended, and you were treading the thought of having to work later that day. But hey, girl’s gotta fend for herself, right?

Just as you arrived at the station, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Lazily taking it out, your (e/c) eyes scanned the text before shooting wide open, you instantly took off, never minding work, thoughts flying to one thing - Izuku.

For such a prestigious school, it sure had a lousy way of being indiscreet if it were located on top of a hill. Winded from the trip, barely feeling your legs, drenched completely in sweat from the trek, a hero awaited for you at the gate, giving you instructions on how to get to your location (he figured to give it straight to you, judging from your harried breathing and frazzled state alone).

Finding the clinic, you all but burst into the room, eyes easily finding curly green locks. "Izuku!"

Green eyes widened at the sight of you, taking the sight of you. "(Nickname)-!? H-How did you-"

"Are you alright?!"

Flinching at the pitch, tone, and of the overall worry painting your features, he all but gave you a sheepish look whilst rubbing the back of his head. That didn't help, but at least seeing him now in the bed was making your worries lessen.

“He’ll be fine, I’ve treated the worst of his injuries.” The small lady- hero, Recovery Girl, tells you from where she sat. “He just woke up and has made a full recovery now!”

Allowing yourself to sigh in relief, you collapsed by his bed, legs pressed against the cool tiled-floor, eyeing the green-haired boy with narrowed eyes.

"Really, Izuku, you better take better care of yourself."

A scarred hand reached out to pat your shoulder, seeping away the tiredness of practically storming all the way here. "I know, (Nickname). I'm sorry for worrying you..."

Once Recovery Girl assured you that she was to see your best friend fit, you allowed yourself to rest a while before making sure that his recovery was done. You would have loved to wait until he got better, so you can leave, but you had to report to work, even for just a bit then head home to change. Giving your best friend an apologetic look, Izuku nodded in understanding and you reluctantly complied to leave. But not without giving him a parting hug.

“Really, you have to stop giving me a heart attack,” you warned him, teasingly, earning a laugh from the green-haired boy. “I’ll be over for dinner later, okay?”

At that, his eyes brightened. “I’ll be sure to tell mom! She’ll surely be happy to have you over.”

“And I look forward to Auntie’s cooking!”

With one last wave at your best friend, a polite-grateful bow to the school nurse, you turned to the door.

Once out, however, you were face to face with the last person you wanted to see. You ignored him, bent on getting out of here. There was nothing to be said. Absolutely nothing. And it was better off that way.

“Ta-dah!”

“Uwah!!!” big green eyes – matching the shade of his wild curly locks, widened.

“What is it, what is it?” a small blond boy ran towards them excitedly, especially at the excitement at the tone of his two precious friends. “So, what is it?” he asked, head tilted in question at the object in hand.

Grinning toothily, the young girl placed it atop curly locks, flowers intertwined with each other, the green camouflaging with the boy’s locks, as though the flowers sprouted from his hair. “It’s a flower crown, silly!”

“Che, and I was excited for nothing,” the blond boy’s cheeks puffed. Carmine eyes glared at the object on his friend’s hair. “So girly…”

Miffed, the (h/c) girl’s tiny fists balled, stomping her foot. “W-Well duh, because I am a girl!”

“Yeah right!” teased the blond, scratching the underside of his nose, angering the girl as she began to growl.

“Hey, no fighting now…” the small green-haired boy called out to his friends. “…please?”

The two looked at him, then at each other before parting away, the girl’s arms crossed.

“W-Well, if Izuku says so! I’ll forgive you this time, Katsuki!”

Carmine eyes narrowed; cheeks puffed as they reddened to slowly match his eyes. “W-Whatever!”

At that, Izuku smiled, getting to his feet to grab the hands of his best friends. Smiles appearing on his other friend’s faces.

“Ah, by the way!” the (h/c) girl suddenly cried out, alarming the two boys. Heading towards the pile of flowers she was fiddling with earlier, she took something from the ground, keeping her hands behind her as she walked up to the blond boy. “N-Ne, Katsuki, g-give me your hand…”

“…what? No way!”

“Come on, just give me your hand!”

“No way, you might give me a bug!”

“No, I won’t!”

“Then you might just prank me!”

“Didn’t I say that I wouldn’t?”

“How would I know if you’re telling the truth!”

“If you just give me your hand!”

Stuck in between another argument, the green-haired boy could only laugh at their antics.

“K-Katsuki, please?”

She widened her eyes on purpose, pouting purposely to jut out her lower lip, it was all it took for the young blond to cave in. Also, she did say ‘please’.

Reluctantly, stretched out his hand watching as she happily reached for it, her hand now in his. His cheeks reddened, not that he’d say it out loud and chose to frown. “Alright, now close your eyes!” Not wanting to argue, he did as was asked, without putting up a fight. At first, he heard Izuku gasp and she quickly shushed him, almost excitedly, before he felt something slip into his ring finger. “Okay, now open!”

The first thing he saw were (eye color) orbs so big and bright – filled with excitement and joy before his eyes fell unto the object in his hand. The flowers were just as wild and vibrant as Izuku’s, except his was more but fit to wrap around his stubby fingers.

“Wow, (Nickname), it’s so pretty! You’re amazing!”

Chubby cheeks flushed at that, turning to him expectantly. “D-Do you like it?” came her quiet voice.

Silence.

Green and (hair color) heads turned to each other, sharing a look. The taller girl was about to ask again but stopped head tilting. Beside her, the green-haired boy’s mouth formed into an ‘o’, hands slapping against his freckled cheeks.

“K-Katsuki, are you turning-“

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed the boy, messing his hair with his free hand before turning to the girl, a look of determination in his eyes as he pointed, using the hand with the ring flower. “W-W-When we get older, I-I’ll get you the biggest, shiniest, prettiest wedding ring, you hear me!?”

“Kacchan…”

“And Deku!” he turned to the green-haired boy, no longer irked by the flower crown. “You’re going to be my best man, got it?”

Realizing his outburst, the two friends burst into laughter, the blond’s face heating even more.

“Stop laughing at me! Deku! (Name)!”

“Auntie, you didn’t have to prepare so much!” you call out to Auntie Inko, eyes wide like saucers when you saw the meal served at the table.

Meal wasn’t even the word to put it, it was more like a feast! The Midoriya matriarch had prepared spaghetti, karaage, tempura shrimp, grilled eel, salad, and some side dishes. Basically, it was a lot of protein and carbs.

“Nonsense, (Name)-chan! It’s been a while since I last saw you,” she says kindly as you take a seat. “also, this is to celebrate Izuku’s good performance at school, so he can now rest easy for summer break.”

“Thank you so much, mom!” Izuku flusters, especially when she says it so easily in front of their guest as if you’re not used to it.

“Oh, Izuku, still that flustered momma’s boy, huh?”

“(N-Nickame)!”

Laughing, the three of you begin to dig in, exchanging stories about school, your part-time job, some funny customer Auntie Inko had to deal with earlier at the office (she was a government employee), your grandfather, and his dojo. It was always so comforting having dinners with the Midoriyas, always so warm.

Volunteering to help with the dishes, the two youngsters continued to catch up, talking about just about anything. It was always easy to talk with Izuku, always refreshing to be in his presence and hear his thoughts about things.

“Eh? So, you’re classmates with the son of Endeavour?”

“Yes! And his quirk is amazing! He’s half-cold and half-hot.”

“How does that even work?”

“Well, he’s in a constant state of homeostasis to balance out both quirks.”

“Must be hard to manage 24/7 then.”

“That’s true. But with enough practice, he may be able to stabilize both quirks to be able to do more, especially because it can be a double-whammy to villains who might not expect from someone capable of managing two quirks at the same time, there’s also the fact that he can be able to maneuver better should he master his other side…”

The kitchen slowly filled with his ramblings as the last of the dishes were taken care of, which you didn’t seem to mind. It always fun to hear him ramble, knowing that there was a big brain beneath his curly green locks. He was like a walking encyclopedia.

When the clock struck 9, you had announced that you were off, lest you worry your dear grandfather. Izuku volunteered to walk you home.

“Ah, please wait a minute, (Name)-chan!” Aunt Inko shouted when the two of you were at the front entrance, rushing towards you both with a few Tupperware in hand – leftovers from dinner.

“Oh my! Auntie Inko, thank you so much!”

She smiled at you, reaching up to caress your cheek. “Please drop by for dinner more often, (Name)-chan, okay?”

The hand was soft and warm against your cheek, calming your heart with love washing over you. Nodding, silently promising the older woman, you turned to Izuku, who opened the door for you.

“Good night, Auntie Inko!”

Once the two of you reached the neighborhood, you couldn’t help but stare off at the playground – still the same as before, but the paint’s probably new. You could almost picture out three kids running around, chasing each other merrily.

“Man, your mom really didn’t have to put up a feast.”

Laughing, Izuku scratched his cheek as he replied. “Well, she does like to go out whenever she can. Plus, it’s not always (Nickname) comes over for dinner. Also, I’ve been increasing my diet lately because of my quirk.”

Ah, his newly acquired quirk. “Come to think of it, you have been getting bulkier since the last I saw you.”

“Well, I have to compensate mass for all the power I’ve acquired.”

The matter of his quirk piqued your interest, especially because of how much it’s taking a toll on your friend. Instead of backing down, he readily worked his way to accommodate such power.

“True,” you nod, turning to him, realizing he’s grown several inches taller as well, you couldn’t help but giggle. “that and because you’re probably finally hitting puberty.”

“E-Eh!?”

“Dude, you used to be my height!” you tell him, gesturing with your hand your height. “Now, you’re…well, not really that huge, but the growth rate is a bit alarming, to say the least.”

Suddenly, he was sweating bullets, looking between relief and mild panic. “A-Ah…puberty…yes, m-must be th-that a-an-and i-i-it’s side-effects on t-th-the quirk- my quirk!” And there’s his stuttering. Still adorable.

Nudging him with your shoulder, you were quick to assure him. “There, there,” deciding to just sling your arm around his, you leaned on him comfortingly “you’ll always be cry baby Izuku to me!”

“(Nickname)!”

“Or was it wimpy Izuku?”

“(Nickname), please…”

Despite the name-calling, they were all in good fun. A comfortable silence filled in, nothing needed to be said as you two walked around the quiet streets of Musutafu.

For the first time since you were kids, you were apart because you went to different high schools, it hurt because you two were always together and you were each other’s shoulder to lean on. Technology had a great way of bridging you two together, keeping each other up to date on the other’s lives. But nothing beat direct communication with the ones you loved and you relished nothing more than these small moments with your best friend.

“By the way, (Nickname),” Izuku’s voice suddenly cut through the silence. “how is your grandfather? Couldn’t he have dropped by for dinner as well?”

At the mention of your grandfather, you couldn’t help your expression from souring. “Eh, let him be, he’s probably off watching reruns of those tournament matches to prepare. He wants to rough up the team to tough shape.” Despite his age, your grandfather had quite the build and was the martial arts coach at your high school (don’t ask which martial arts specifically, he knows them all).

“That’s true, he might want to challenge me at the front entrance door before dinner started.”

“And your mom would cry a planet at the devastation left between you two.”

It would be quiet the image, knowing how strong both your grandfather and Izuku was, and then Auntie Inko would be comically crying about in the background.

“Oh, and I’ll just watch because no way am I coming between you monsters, while comforting Auntie Inko.”

As the image progressed, the two of you giggled amongst yourselves, the two of you were nearing a lamppost, resting comfortably against his arm, when a presence before you made the two of you stop.

A blond teen came into view, halting at the sight of both of you. Dressed lazily in his home clothes, with a plastic bag filled with items he got from the convenience store.

Instantly, the laughter died out from you, lips set into a thin line.

“K-Kacchan…” stuttered the teen beside you, gulping at the tense air. “…g-good evening.”

Said teen could only blink, carmine eyes taking in the sight of both of you. Something glinted soon after.

Eyes narrowing, you gently tugged at Izuku’s sleeve, continuing your journey, dismissing the blond completely. The two of you walked past the blond, who slowly began to move when you did, starting a new conversation about Izuku’s homeroom teacher, anything to block off that one person who was forever dead to you.

(Blocks away, the blond stopped in his path, hands still balled into fists, glare fixed to the ground, while a gentle laugh coming from a gentle smile relayed in his head. They weren’t for him.

“Fuck.”)

Midoriya Izuku and Bakugo Katsuki were both your childhood friends.

They were both the first friends you made ever since moving into their town.

To be fair though, Bakugo was your first friend. He then introduced you to the green-haired boy a few days later.

Since then, the three of you grew close, were inseparable, and always played together. There was never a day when the three of you were not with the other, always ensuring to include the other whenever there was a new game to play, a new kid to befriend, or an adventure to go off to.

Bakugo had always been the leader of the three since he had such a strong personality and presence even at the age of 5. He was quick to protect the two of you and command whatever new stuff you were to do.

Izuku was his opposite, submissive, soft, and shy. Nonetheless, he had a very strong sense of justice, even when he seemed to cry a lot, and was recklessly impulsive.

And then there was you, the new girl – quiet, unassuming, tomboy. Sometimes, you liked to pretend to be the mom of the two boys, the big sister, the glue that kept you three together – but you and Katsuki knew that it was Izuku, really.

Regardless, you could always count on the two. Bakugo, especially.

He was the front liner to push you to do things you want to do, uncaring of the fact that you were a girl, because it was a minor detail to all the amazing things you could do – like catch a bug, run like the wind, play under the rain, climb trees, give bullies a beating when they were picking on Izuku, play video games, to name a few. (In addition, you were into martial arts, because it was in the family)

It was because you were so close to Bakugo that you picked up on cursing, much to the shock of dear Izuku’s innocent baby ears. You couldn’t help being a tomboy because of the fact that your best friends were guys and games the blond would instigate, you loved to challenge him in just about anything – especially at claiming to be Izuku’s bestest friend.

Still, whenever you fell or scraped your knee, it was Bakugo who’d lend a hand, angrily berate you on being reckless, before picking you from the ground or giving you a piggyback – Izuku would cry all the way, worried about your state and the possible scolding from your parents and grandfather.

You three were supposed to stick together, stay inseparable, always with each other.

That is until Bakugo discovered his quirk, followed by Izuku discovering that he was quirkless.

And ever since then, everything changed.

masterlist • two

[caprina-mints]

Hey, can I have a headcannon of eyeless jack, Jeff, clockwork, Toby finding their y/n asleep in the woods Gender neutral please 👌

Eyeless Jack :

✭ He'd Be pretty Damn angry at how careless you were.

✭ Who in the right mind would sleep in the middle of the woods completely vulnerable an unarmed!?

✭ Oh yeah.. You

✭ He wanted to teach you a lesson on the dangers of sleeping out here alone . He wanted to scare you so he Hid behind a bush throwing rocks at you and he pretty much imitated a demonic screeching from a demon that went berserk.

✭ That Got your attention and you Jolted up awake, your head snapping on every direction while making sure you're still in one piece.

✭ The bushes started rustling and you could hear a very audible and threatening growl within those rustling bushes and that got you scared shitless.

✭ You just woke up and now you had to be faced with this bullshit. Of course you're terrified.

✭ Standing up immediately you dashed away from your spot heading towards a random direction and you could hear stomping and loud footsteps following behind you.

✭ this time you thought you were fucked . Absolutely fucked but you didn't expect your boyfriend to randomly body slam you down on the ground.

✭ You were both relief and pissed because this fucking gray demon pulled that stupid stunt on you.

✭ he didn't give you the chance to voice out your wrathful anger when he started lecturing you about how dangerous it is to sleep in the woods alone.

✭ You appreciated the fact that he was looking out for you but the lecture he gave you took more than 5 hours straight and he had to shake you awake every time you dozed off and continue his lecture.

✭ by the time he was done you were completely asleep.

✭ Sometimes he wonders why he even started dating you but he couldn't find it in him either to imagine his life without you.

✭ Sighing in defeat he picked you up and carried you back to the mansion and tucked you in bed before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

Clockwork :

❃ Like Jack she's pretty pissed off when she found you asleep in the middle of the damn woods.

❃ What if a bear suddenly appears and eats you? Or even worse, what if the Rake escaped and was roaming around again?

❃ She tried waking you up by shouting your name, pinching your sides, shaking you awake and even tickling you.

❃ It was no use.

❃ It was like this when you sleep. You turn into a fucking corpse that takes forever to wake up .

❃ You'd honestly be mistaken as a corpse if it wasn't for the rising and falling of your chest.

❃ She almost had it with you and was even considering the idea of stabbing your leg so you'd be awake seeing how dead you were in your state of unconsciousness.

❃ But that idea was set aside completely when you muttered Clockwok's name.

❃ You were lucky though. Because she was honestly about to stab your leg a second ago.

❃ Instead she managed to pull you on her back for a piggy back ride and thus began a slow and silent walk back to the mansion with you sound asleep on her back.

❃ But The moment you woke up you were face to face with an angry looking clockwork and yup. You better brace your ears for a whole 5000 pages worth of scolding form her..

Toby :

✃You learned a valuable lesson to never sleep in the middle of the woods again because of this boi of yours.

✃ You were asleep and unconscious when Toby spotted you laying motionless on the ground.

✃ You were a really heavy sleeper and didn't wake up to every attempt he made to pull you back into reality.

✃ He tried it with several attempts he actually thought you were dead and started crying.

✃ Yes he thought you were dead.

✃ He was very Hysterical about it and overly dramatic.

✃ Being emotionally unstable he was hyperventilating and started hiccuping while sobbing.

✃ You were slowly waking up because of the familiar tics and Toby's voice. His tics were more violent than normal though and he seemed to be sobbing?

✃ Opening your eyes you sat up from your position only to see flowers surrounding your being forming a big circle around you from where you laid and a flower crown on your head.

✃ " What the fuck Toby? "

✃ The moment he heard your voice he directly ran toweads you and strangled you in a very tight hug.

✃ You were confused but after slowly looking through the hints of what's happening you were starting to see the bigger picture here.

✃ He thought you were dead...

✃ " I thought you w-were dead! " Yup you stood corrected .

✃ You started rubbing his back while rocking your body along his in a back and forth motion which slowly calmed him down.

✃ " D-Don't leave me... " He muttered making you frown.

✃ This boy will be the death of you. You're becoming too soft around him.

✃ " Wouldn't dream of it " You replied and he snuggled onto you the blissful smile on his face didn't go unnoticed by you.

✃ He held your hand tightly and you hummed a small tune that slowly lulled him to sleep.

✃ A small nap with Toby wouldn't hurt right?

✃ You were about to fall asleep when you heard footsteps approaching you and it was more than 1 alright.

✃ " You're alive? " Ben appeared out of nowhere along with the rest of the creeps

✃ you couldn't even form a proper expression because all the muscles on your face just literally died.

✃ " Toby Said you died out here " Ben continued making you look at him with a deadpan expression.

✃ " I was asleep... " You replied and the creeps stood silently watching you.

✃ " I fucking knew this idiot missed something " Another comment was heard from masky and before you could say anymore Trenderman and Splendor came running towards you bringing a glass coffin.

✃ " We bought the coffin! And it's fashionable... Wait why are you awake shouldn't you be dead? " Trenderman asked in confusion.

✃ Well... You definitely learned your lesson that day.

Jeff :

☆ Is it just me or is your boyfriend an asshole? Oh wait he is one.

☆ This burnt spaghetti saw you asleep in the woods one day and thought it'd he fun to pull a prank on you or just plainly mess with you in general.

☆ First he snapped a few pics of you in his phone and he even drew a dick shape on your cheek and made your eyebrows really thick using a marker.

☆ And last but not the least.

☆ He threw you in the fucking Lake.

☆ Yes he did and you resurfaced faster than Ben could say ' I '

☆ while you were gasping and coughing due to the water entering your lungs your annoying boyfriend was gasping for air clutching his stomach while laughing like a psycho killer.

☆ You weren't feeling good that day and you even caught a small fever that's why you were resting for a bit but this asshole had the fucking nerve to do that to you!?

☆ You couldn't even force yourself to be angry because you felt really weak and you noticed how your clothes were stained in black.

☆ touching your face you smelled the scent of ink and immediately knew what Jeff did.

☆ You were extremely angry but you didn't have the energy to explode because you weren't feeling well so you just ignored his presence and left him there while he was too busy laughing.

☆ You went back to the mansion took a shower and slept in your seperate room this time.

☆ Jeff came home to see that you weren't in his room and tried knocking on your door for several times.

☆ " Oh come on y/n. You didn't find that funny even just a little bit? You're a bit of a kill joy now aren't you? " He teased and again. He received no answer from you.

☆ He felt anxious and nervous knowing that he fucked up good this time because you weren't answering to his jokes, and taunts when you'd usually react immediately to kick his ass.

☆ " Nice going asshole you pulled a stupid prank on your own girlfriend/boyfriend like that even though they were sick and not feeling well? " Ben commented walking past Jeff .

☆ That's when Jeff realized something. He didn't just fuck up... He REALLY fucked up. Big time.

☆ by that time he forced open your door busting it open with one kick and he saw your form buried in the covers.

☆ He was not a gentle or nurturing type but he felt guilty ( surprisingly) for what he's done and took care of you the whole time you were sick. He won't leave you alone even for a second and would get angry if you tried to push him away.

[softest-cinnamon-roll]

Reddie having a cuddly day and cuddling while doing absolutely EVERYTHING and being very much in love?

just a bad dream

summary: just another fix it fic!

pairing: reddie

words: 1,619

a/n: this fic is written for my love @tozier-boy because I love her so much and I wanted to make her happy! Also, to make up for my last sad fic, have some fluff!

*click title to read on AO3

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“Honey…honey he’s dead.”

“No! No he’s not dead, he’s just hurt. Guys, please. He’s just hurt!!

“Richie, we need to go! Now!”

“No! Eddie! No please, he’s still in there. We have to help him! Eddie!”

Richie gasped, throwing his eyes open as the memory playing back in his mind on a continuous loop. Eddie throwing the spear at the clow, to knock Richie out of the deadlights and, in some sick twist of fate, died for it.

Eddie Kaspbrak. The love of his life. His first and last love. He was gone before Richie even got the chance to say anything to him. To tell him how he really felt. Bile rose up in the back of Richie’s throat and he threw his arm out to turn on the bedside light, leaning his head over the bed to bring up whatever he had for dinner.

He couldn’t even remember what it was he had for dinner in that moment. All he could think about was that fucking clown completely destorying any chance he had with the love of his life. Fucking asshole.

A groan and a hand on his back caused Richie to freeze up and he tried to rack his brain to when he brought someone home the night before. Just as he was about to turn around and ask them to leave, the voice spoke up, bringing more tears of shock to Richie’s eyes.

“Rich? Why is the light on? It’s like…three am.” The voice was soft and still laced with sleep but Richie didn’t care. He turned around quickly, his eyes focusing on the body next to his that was starting to sit up, rubbing his eyes. Eddie Kaspbrak was right there. Alive and in the flesh.

“Eds…” Richie breathed, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Oh my god Eds.” Ignoring the fact that he had just vomited all over the floor next to his bed, Richie lunged at Eddie, wrapping him up in a hug as he sobbed into his neck. “Oh Eddie, you’re here, you’re alive! I’m not- dreaming am I?”

Eddie’s body sagged a little as the words registered in his brain and a hang was brought up to lace through Richie’s curls. “Richie, babe, look at me.” Richie did, pulling back and looking at Eddie desperately. “Did you dream about it again? About what you saw in the deadlights?”

As soon as the words left Eddie’s lips, all the memories came flooding back to him in waves. The fight with IT, throwing rocks at IT before being caught in the deadlights. He remembered what the deadlights had shown him. His dream…the dream he had thought was reality, was in fact something that wasn’t real at all. It was nothing but a hallucination brought on by the deadlights.

Slowly, Richie nodded his head and Eddie wrapped him up in a hug, tight and secure. Richie could remember all the previous times this had happened, and how Eddie never once batted an eyelid. He was always right there to comfort Richie, no matter what time of day, or night, it was.

Suddenly, Eddie sniffed the air and pulled back, making a face at Richie, “Were you sick?”

“I- Yeah, a little,” Richie admitted sheepishly and Eddie sighed, placing his hand on his cheek and stroking his thumb across the skin. It was something they had both taken to do as an act of comfort ever since the return to Derry.

“I’ll go get the mop,” Eddie smiled. “Go brush your teeth and I’ll make us some tea. Maybe there’s some rubbish talk show on TV we can watch until we fall back asleep.”

Richie’s eyes softened and before Eddie could get off the bed, he wrapped a hand around his wrist. “I’m sorry,” Richie choked, biting his lip. “I know you have work in the morning and you need your sleep and-”

Eddie cut him off with a finger to his lips, “I’m calling in sick. So are you.” He announced, taking Richie by surprise. Many a time Richie had suggested they call in sick, but Eddie was always the responsible one. He kind of liked this side of Eddie. “We’re going to spend all day in bed, eating junk food and watching crappy TV. Okay?”

“Okay,” Richie nodded and let him go before stumbling his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

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It was well past four am before they finally fell back asleep. Richie had stumbled to the bathroom and brushed his teeth before returning to the bedroom to find all the vomit on the floor was already cleaned up. Eddie really was fast at that. A few minutes later, Eddie was back with two cups of herbal tea, something that helped both of them sleep.

True to his word, Eddie had put the TV on and they had fallen asleep to an episode of Dr Phil, Richie’s head resting on Eddie’s shoulder, where it belonged.

He woke up with a crick in his neck, but nothing but warmth and love in his heart. Eddie was still fast asleep, his arm draped across Richie’s shoulder as his head had moved onto Eddie’s chest. He wanted to remain in that position forever, but his neck was really starting to hurt, so he slowly removed himself from Eddie’s embrace and stood up.

One glance at the clock told him that it was just after eleven and his stomach began to growl as it insisted it be fed. He made his way to the kitchen, making a fresh pot of coffee before looking through the cupboards for something to eat. They really needed to go shopping at the weekend.

Just as Richie was looking through one of the cupboards, a pair of arms wound around his waist from behind. He smiled and turned around to face a still half asleep Eddie Kasbrak. His hair sticking up in all directions. “Morning,” he mumbled into Richie’s chest.

“Morning,” Richie breathed back, kissing Eddie’s hair softly. “Coffee?”

At the mention of caffeine, Eddie pulled back and made grabby hands at Richie, who simply laughed and poured him a cup, sliding it into his hands. “There you go you demon.”

“Shut up, you know I need coffee to function in the morning,” Eddie grumbled, taking a long sip, followed by a contented sigh. Eventually, after a few minutes, he opened his eyes and met Richie’s. “How are you?”

Richie shrugged a little and reached for Eddie’s hand, squeezing it tight, “I’m good, Eds. I promise. Just a bad dream right?”

Eddie nodded, squeezing back, “That’s all they are Rich, bad dreams. That fucker is dead. We killed it and it can never hurt us ever again.” He sat his coffee to the side and leaned up on his toes, capturing Richie’s lips in a kiss. “I love you.”

His heart fluttered at the words and he rested their foreheads together. Once upon a time, Richie could only dream of hearing Eddie say those words, and now here he was, saying them half naked in the kitchen. Their kitchen. “I love you too, so much.”

“Sap,” Eddie laughed, stepping back to finish his coffee. “I called in sick, and I called you in sick too. So our day is completely free, just for us.”

Just like Eddie promised, they spent the whole day snuggled up on the couch, watching movies and feeding each other the last bits of food they found in their fridge. They would go grocery shopping in the morning.

As the day drew to a close, Richie was laying back on the couch and Eddie was on the other side, his feet in his lap. He had a fond look on his face and Richie was getting more and more curious as to what his boyfriend was thinking about. “Eds?”

“Mhm?” Eddie looked up, having been broken out of his thoughts. “You okay?”

“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” Richie answered, sitting up a bit. “You were lost in thought there. Penny for your thoughts?”

Eddie laughed and looked right into Richie’s eyes, the smile still on his lips. “I was just thinking…we should get married.”

Richie’s jaw almost dropped to the floor and he felt his stomach flip, “W-What?”

“I mean,” Eddie continued. “We’ve been in love with each other since we were kids. We are basically married already! My divorce has been final for a year now and well…I love you. I don’t want to waste any more time than we have already. I mean…twenty seven years is a long time, right?” He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sure it was going to happen eventually so…why not now?”

“Fuck- Eds,” Richie breathed. “Are you serious? You want…you want to get married? For real?”

Eddie nodded his head and moved closer, lacing their fingers together. “I do. I want to get married, I want to adopt a dog with you, maybe eventually kids. I want to get a house and decorate it with you. I want to help you with your nightmares all the time and…and I want to help you with your career. I want to be there, right by your side for the rest of our lives.” He smiled at Richie, soft and loving. “So? Will you marry me?”

As if Eddie ever needed to ask, Richie nodded his head, “Of course I will, Eds,” he breathed, pressing their foreheads together. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?” Eddie asked, tilting his head to the side.

Richie smirked, but then softened it to a smile. “You gotta become Eddie Tozier.”

A pause. Eddie smiled back. “I think that can be arranged.”

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[stellar-alley]

Everfalls

•Chapter 6•

This is based off of the artwork by oceanteeeth on Instagram! Also shout out to my Beta super.rose.cosplays!

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(Summary: Eddie meets Wentworth and Maggie Tozier for the first time and Richie is worried about his first full moon.)

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For his second time ever in a car, it wasn't as bad as the first. Sure it was still bad, but this time Richie made sure to keep his eyes on the road and took it easy, one hand on the steering wheel and the other held Eddie’s hand. Every time Eddie’s grip tightened, Richie would rub circles over Eddie's knuckle. There was even a moment where Eddie’s fear subsided and he was able to tilt his head to the side and give Richie a small smile, which was greeted by a smirk from the driver. 

They pulled up to a house that Eddie could only assume was Richie’s. Before he had a chance to ask, Richie was already up and out of the car. He zoomed over to the passenger side door at an inhuman speed, cause he’s not human, Eddie smirked. He was slightly surprised when Richie opened up the passenger door and offered his hand out to Eddie. The rabbit stared at it for a moment, shocked at the gesture but quickly accepted it before the moment was lost, Richie helped him out of the car. 

“Thank you” Eddie blushed as he steadied himself on the pavement.

“You’re very welcome, my dearest Spaghetti” Richie did a small bow as a sign of respect. It only made Eddie’s cheeks redder. 

“My parents are still at work but they’ll be home in about an hour or so.  Until then, it’s just you and me, Eduardo” The first thing Richie did when he stepped inside the house was toss his beanie off and wiggle his wolf tail out from under his shirt. Eddie’s shoulders lowered as a small smile creeped onto his face at the sight of how comfortable Richie seemed now. Now he's in his element. Eddie followed suit, removing his beanie, his bunny ears stood tall on his head, the sight brought a smile to Richie’s already bright face. 

After, Richie showed Eddie around the house. It was fairly modern, an updated kitchen at Maggie’s request, and a flat screen TV at Wentworth’s request. Everything was fairley neat and put together, Richie’s room, not as much but still no disaster zone. His bed was loosely made and his clothes almost all made it into his closet, while his desk was covered in papers and books, the far corner was home to a book shelf that was jam packed with books but mostly comics. 

“This is where the magic happens. Seriously though I wanted to be a magician for the longest time” Richie held his hands out to show off his room. Eddie’s eyes wandered over the room, then they spotted the comics and they suddenly doubled in size. He gasped, kneeling down to examine the collection. “You like comics? I’ve got a massive collection if you wanna read” Richie smiled at the sight of Eddie’s excitement. 

Eddie was almost too shocked to speak, “Y-you know, my dad always brought back comics for me when he went out into the world” He practically whispered as he picked up one of the Spiderman comics. He was always his favourite hero, he owned most of his comics, well he used to. When he was packing his bag he had to sacrifice his Spiderman comics to make room for the box of his dad's things. The sight of the comics nearly brought tears to his eyes. 

“W-Wanna read ‘em?” God I sound like Bill. The boy mentally rolled his eyes at himself. It’s just Eddie, but it’s Eddie. Eddie, the only person you willingly told your secret. The only person who shares that same secret….

Eddie’s eyes lit up, “Yes!” he beamed. 

Richie nodded and promptly grabbed an entire stack of comics off of his shelf, including most of his Spiderman ones. He brought them over to his bed and plopped them down beside him. Patting the space beside him on the bed, Eddie eagerly crawled over and sat on the bed. The two got comfortable, sitting with their backs against the wall and their shoulders up against one anothers. Unsure of how to do this, Richie picked up the comic Eddie had been holding and held it out between them. He opened it up and wiggled his eyebrows at Eddie as a motion to read. So they read it together. They did the same with the next comic, and the one after that, and the one after that.

By the time they flipped the final page of their 5th comic book, the pair’s magical ears both perked up at the sound of the front door, it opened and closed, then a sigh was released and Richie slid on his beanie, stating it was his parents. Eddie grabbed his hat, pulled it over his ears then followed the taller boy out of his room and down the stairs to where his parents were standing in the kitchen. 

“Son! Good to see you, how’s ‘a going?” Wentworth smiled as his offspring gave him a quick hug. Eddie lingered in the entrance, watching as Richie greeted his parents. 

Richie took a step backwards, closer to Eddie. His voice slipped into one of a tv announcer, “Maggie, Went, I have gathered you two here as we have a very special guest here with us today. Now, I have the honour of presenting to you, the amazing, the cute (Eddie’s heart skipped a beat at that), Edward Kaspbrak” He announced. Eddie took the cue and finally stepped into the light and Richie put his arm around the shorter boy as a means of showing him off. 

“Hello! Thank you for having me” Eddie smiled warmly. 

Maggie returned the smile as they shook hands, then doing the same with Wentworth as they exchanged their greetings. “Richie has told us so much about you. Especially since you’re new to Derry, how are you adjusting?” Maggie inquires. 

“Oh, I’m settling in nicely, Richie has been a big help” He gives a side glance to Richie who smiles proudly. 

“And where did you live before you moved here, son?” Went asks. 

Richie had mentioned that his parents would be interested in meeting Eddie, for various reasons, but also because he was an Ancestor. But Richie wasn't entirely sure how to bring up to his parents that his new friend was a hybrid. Before Richie can say anything, and before Eddie could clearly think over his answer, he responded with “The All Lands, I’m sure you're familiar with it, Mr Tozier. It’s the sister city of Everfalls” he said matter-of fact-ly. 

The mood in the room shifted, as if Eddie had overstepped some invisible line, “I beg your pardon?” Went asked.

Eddie’s eyes went wide, “Oh! I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said-”

“Eddie’s an Ancestor” Richie interrupted. 

The parents shared a worried look, “Rich, this better not be some sick joke or else I swear to god-” Maggie was cut off by her son.

“No! I swear, show ‘em Eds” Richie nudged Eddie as he tried to not acknowledge the nickname. 

Hesitantly, Eddie tugged at the side of his beanie and pulled it off of his head. He could feel his rabbit ears begin to perk up at the lack of hat holding them down. He could also see the way the wave of amazement that washed over Richie’s parents, or maybe it was shock?

“You are a long way from home…” Went’s voice drifted off, he squinted his eyes and got a better look at the ears that stood tall on the boy’s head. 

Richie, ignored the tension in the room and literally shook his hat off his head, which allowed his wolf ears to roam free. 

The silence only grew from there, and it almost reached the point of deafening until Eddie spoke up. His voice was quiet and remenicent, “I was given the death penalty for trying to help a human... So I ran”.

“Oh… Honey, I’m so sorry.” Maggie’s face softened.

Even as the mood in the room shifted, Eddie still felt guilty for just springing this on them. “I don’t mean to cause any trouble, really. I just got here a couple days ago. I-I don’t plan on going back, ever. I’m sorry if I ambushed you or anything”.

“N-No, don’t sweat it. We were just surprised. I haven’t seen anyone from Everfalls- or any of the other Ancestor colonies as a matter of fact, since I left. Since I was banished” His voice sounded nostalgic, as if he were remembering a time before Richie and Eddie. “I have a feeling they took Derry off their maps after they heard I settled here. They don’t want anyone to have contact with the Banished” he explained, “So you should be safe here, son. Plus even if that damned council does search for you, they’d never come close enough to human civilization to even see anything”.

A weight was lifted off of Eddie’s shoulders and he let out a sigh of relief, finally letting go of a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. A comforting hand was placed on Eddie’s shoulder. He recognized the tender touch to be Richie, his thumb began to move in small circles. Eddie wanted to do nothing more than simply melt into the touch. 

“You’re welcome here whenever you please, Eddie” Maggie added with a warm motherly tone.

~

Dinner time rolled around and everyone took their place at the table to eat. Richie and Eddie sat side by side while Went and Maggie sat on the opposite side to them. “So Eddie, do you have any plans for the full moon this month. I can only imagine that being half rabbit isn’t too much of a hassle” Went asked as they passed around the mashed potatoes. Tonight the Toziers were serving roast beef with mashed potatoes and corn. Everything homemade with love, Went cooked the roast beef so it came out tender and flavourful. Werewolves had a thing for meat, as well as cooking it to perfection. 

“Yeah, I doubt it’s as much of a hassle as being part wolf. Uh- but no, I don’t have any plans. Honestly? It didn’t even cross my mind” His smile faltered only slightly. “Back in The All Lands, we usually had this big ceremony where everyone would shift- yeah…” He cut himself off as he didn’t really wanna get into it. 

“Well you’re more than welcome to spend it with us if you’d like” Went offered before taking in a forkful of food. 

“But this is no regular full moon. Oh no, it’s Richie’s first full shift!” Maggie practically squeals, with a smile that’s wide and proud. 

Eddie looked over at Richie and could see how hard he was resisting the urge to roll his eyes, instead he opted for “Mom he already knows, stop embarrassing me.” He sounded like a kid who was begging their parents to stop showing their friends the pictures of them taking baths as a child. 

“Rich, let your mother be excited. You know I remember my first shift like it was yesterday. Funny story actually-” 

“You broke your window and bit your neighbour, yeah dad I know” There was an edge to Richie’s voice, Eddie picked up on it as well as the way he tightly gripped his fork and knife, his knuckles almost turning white. Suddenly he put them on the table and stood, “May I be excused, I need to piss” Richie asked but had already left the room before his parents could respond. 

Eddie kept his eyes on his food in front of him, only after a moment did he look up at Richie’s parents. It looked like they were having a wordless conversation, only with their eyes. Maggie noticed Eddie’s wandering eyes and spoke up, “Sorry about that Eddie. Rich gets- moody” 

“No it’s alright” Eddie forced a warm smile. The three kept up the small talk for another 10 minutes or so. Maggie asked about Eddie’s living situation while Went asked him about The All Lands and his other side. Eddie hadn't realized how at peace he was until the chatting quieted, instead replaced by the tell tale sounds of utensils clicking against dinnerware and the chewing of food. Something about how normal everything was just made Eddie feel like he was finally at peace with, himself, with everything. 

The peace lasted as quickly as it came. It had been a solid 15 minutes since Richie disappeared to ‘piss’. Eddie took a moment and lowered his fork and knife, instead he reached out towards his cup and took a long, slow sip. During that time he focused his hearing and tried to see if he could hear Richie. He was met with the sounds of labored breaths, sniffles, and… light sobs? Shit, Eddie mentally cursed as he tried to keep his facial expressions neutral. 

Slowly he raised from his chair and calmly announced he was gonna go check on Richie. Once he turned the corner, he let his hearing focus again and he quickly located the wolf. The sounds got louder as Eddie approached Richie’s closed bathroom door. He could hear through the door that Richie was trying to calm his breathing, but even Eddie knew how hard that can be when you’re overwhelmed. 

Lightly, Eddie knocked on the door, waited then spoke softly, “Are you okay?”, he reached down to try the doorknob but of course it didn’t budge. 

The sobbing went silent for a moment, then continued but it was quieter, more like heavy breathing. 

“Rich, please open up” Eddie leaned his forehead against the door, “Please”. 

Eddie’s small voice, it broke Richie, more than he already was. His entire body was shaking, his breathing labored, and his throat ached. Yet he tried to steady his hand as he reached out and unlocked the door, then let go and fell back against the bathroom wall, curling back in on himself. 

The rabbit heard Richie shuffling around before he heard the clicking of the doorknob unlocking. He waited a beat and listened as Richie huffed. He reached back down and slowly turned the doorknob, this time the handle turning under his grasp.  Holding his breath, he opened the door just enough to slide inside the bathroom. Slowly shutting the door behind him with a soft click. 

What Eddie saw sent a shiver up his spine, his entire body suddenly went stiff at the sight of Richie. He saw the teen huddled in the corner, knees brought up to his chest, and his dark curls dangled down covering his eyes. His wolf ears had gone flat against his head, and his tail tightly wrapped around his waist. Richie inhaled sharply, his soft sobs had returned.

Eddie’s heart was breaking as he kneeled down beside Richie, tilting his head down to try to catch the other’s gaze. To no avail,the wolf’s eyes were hidden behind a curtain of curls. Eddie didn’t speak, he simply moved over beside Richie and wrapped his arms around him. He waited until Richie began to lean into his hug to pull him closer. Richie’s arms shook as they unfolded from around him, but quickly folded again, this time around Eddie’s form. He buried his face into the other boy’s chest. Eddie felt Richie’s chest ache and vibrate with every shaky breath. 

One of Eddie’s hands rubbed soft circles into Richie’s back while the other was buried deep in his forest of curls. His head rested carefully upon Richies as he began to whisper sweet nothings into his hair. 

“Rich, you’re okay. I’m here. You’re safe, I’ve got you” He kept rambling on and on, thinking of every cheesy line he could to try to make Richie’s tears stop. 

When his breathing finally began to even out, Eddie decided it was as best time as ever to ask, “Richie… what’s wrong?”, he kept his voice soft and warm. 

The feeling of Eddie’s breath on Richie’s neck sent shivers down his spine. “T-The full moon… Eds- I-I can’t do it….” His voice was weak and scared. 

“Wh-What do you mean?” Eddie pushed Richie away, keeping his hands on the other boy’s shoulders as he examined his face.  

Richie wouldn’t meet his gaze, “What if I change, and I-I can’t change back? Or what if I lose control? W-What if I hurt someone, Eds- What if I hurt you”. The last part chipped a piece away at Eddie’s heart, sad that he was the one that caused Richie so much pain. 

“Rich- that won't happen” he stopped only for a moment before rephrasing. “I won't let that happen” a sternness filled his voice.

“H-how can you be so sure?” Richie wiped away at a stray tear. 

“I've been shifting for a couple years now… I've even taught others about shifting, back in The All Lands.” 

“You sure?”. 

“Richie, I swear on my dad's hat. I'd never let anything happen to you. You trust me don't you?” The question caused his lips to curve into a smile, only slightly. 

The tension began to fade, “Ed's, t-this might sound fucking insane…. But I trust you a lot more than I trust most of my other friends.” Richie mirrored the small smile. 

“I-it’s not crazy. I know what you mean” Eddie whispered, realizing how close he's grown to this wolf within the few days that he's known him. Richie leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together. An intimate gesture that filled Eddie's stomach with a feeling that he's always tried to push down. Something he's dealt with his entire life. A side of him that his mother always frowned upon. That's why he's never come to terms with it, why he's never accepted it- or himself. That's why the butterflies in his stomach and the quickly beating heart in his chest seemed so foreign to him. 

Richie slowly straightened up, but he didn't leave Eddie's grasp. “We should go back down there before my parents start to think we're having sex or something.” The joke brought a smirk to both of their faces. 

Eddie gave him a playful shove, “You'll be okay?” He moved his hand to cup the side of Richie's face, he gently began rubbing circles on the boy’s cheek. 

“Yeah” he said as that familiar spark of joy returned to his gaze as he put his hand on top of Eddie's, “I'll be okay.”

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Italy; pt. 2

Venice, Florence, & Rome

I have to open my heart up a bit before I post. Midway through writing this, I got hit with the most overwhelming feeling of “Who on earth wants to read all of this?” That’s part of the struggle with writing. I know travel stories are usually a lot more fun for the traveler to tell than it is for the audience to listen to. That’s why it’s so fun for me to write this, because I don’t do much “story telling” after trips for fear of boring people. I can see it on their faces and it’s a little hurtful but that’s okay. I’ve been in their place enough times to not take it personally. So anyways, this is my first opportunity to tell about Italy from front to back. To be frank, no one has to read this. A big part of keeping confidence with this blog is reminding myself that this is all for me, not to please an “audience”. But it’s hard, you know? I always want some kind of approval, even if it’s never spoken…it hurts more than it should, to think someone might read my stuff and think it’s “stupid” or “pointless”. It’s all very dear to my heart so I just want others to appreciate it the way I do. If you do choose to read this…thank you! You are so appreciated, and I hope it inspires you!

Venezia

It has been so hard getting around to typing this story out. My baby is at such a clingy stage right now, which makes it hard to sit down and do this. Normally during his naps, I get housework done, but today I’m just going to ignore the mountain of dirty dishes so I can finally write. If you haven’t read Part 1, you can find it here.

On our last day in the Puglia region of Italy, we meant to go to Alberobello, but there was major confusion with the buses. Sometimes transportation was tricky, since it was all so unfamiliar. At home, if I want to go somewhere, I just jump in my car. I don’t have to worry about reading bus schedules, let alone reading them in a different language. So that left us stranded in Bari with nothing to do. We eventually ended up on a bench outside of McDonald’s, playing Sudoku and listening to music.

When it was finally time to hop on the train to Venice, we had a 7-hour train ride ahead of us. We didn’t get to there until 10 pm, so finding our air b&b was tricky. We eventually found it down a creepy dark alley (my mom’s heart rate probably just quickened). It was a studio apartment with barely any room to walk, incredibly low ceilings, and a broken shower. But it had windows that opened up to the canal and that was honestly all I wanted. We paid $88 a night which is dirt cheap to stay on the canal in Venice. It’s senseless to splurge on hotel rooms, in my opinion, when you’re only sleeping there. The more you spend, the more pressure you feel to stay and get your money’s worth rather than going out to explore the city.

We had one of our few “American” breakfasts the next morning. I say that because breakfast in Italy usually means a pastry with a cappuccino or juice. It’s hard to find places that’ll serve you much more than that. It was delicious, and this cute little café is where I had my first real Italian espresso experience. And you can bet it was my last.

We found our way to St. Mark’s square and basilica and I couldn’t stare at that church long enough! The exterior was amazing. We opted out of Doges Palace because it was expensive. I think its important to be able to let yourself miss out on things…just because it’s on most people’s itinerary, doesn’t mean it has to be on yours. Save the time and money for things you just can’t leave without experiencing. We spent our extra time that day sitting on the edge of a canal, watching gondolas pass by and soaking in the sunshine.

We stumbled into the Galleria dell’ Accademia. It wasn’t originally part of our itinerary (we barely had one to begin with), but we saw a sign saying Leonardo DaVinci’s art was on display, including “Vitruvian Man”. Alex was so excited to see it, which made me enjoy it even more.

One regret I have is not noting the names of some restaurants we liked. Like, I still daydream about the paninis and peach bellini we had that day. Anyways, around that area we saw the Bridge of Sighs. In case you don’t know the backstory, it was the bridge prisoners were led across on the way towards their execution. The little gated windows gifted them with one last view of Venice.

After some souvenir shopping on the Rialto bridge, we napped back at the room. Not to be dramatic, but I almost couldn’t walk anymore. That was followed up with dinner at a cute little restaurant that reminded me of the Lady & the Tramp’s spaghetti & meatballs scene. We pigeon-watched in a small plaza afterwards, listening to the water flow down the canal and talking until sundown. It was pretty romantic, if I do say so myself. If I had to describe Venice in one word, it’d be that: romantic.

Thus, ended our one day there. I wish we had more time. We ate cereal and yogurt in our room the next morning, dropped the key in the box, and rode the vaporetto back to the train station. By afternoon, we would be in Alex’s #1 bucket list city: Florence.

Firenze

When I look back on Florence I mainly think of gelato, drizzling rain, ceilings covered in intricate and vivid paintings, and of course the Renaissance architecture (I’m looking at you, Maria del Fiore).

Our hotel (Hotel Lorena) in Florence was so sweet. It was basically a hole in the wall; we almost didn’t see the entrance when we were walking past. It was owned by the nicest man with the strongest Italian accent I’ve ever heard. His mother was his assistant🥺, and she while she showed me to our room she asked about my pregnancy and said a baby boy is one of the greatest gifts I will ever receive. I wish I could tell her how right she was!

Okay. I have to talk about the Medici Chapelle Ristorante. I will never forget that meal, in all my days. The best part was the cocoli…fried dough drizzled in honey…a Tuscan beignet. That one in a lifetime meal was followed by gelato, on the steps of the Medici chapel, before turning in for the night.

The next day was big because we were setting out for the Duomo. It was only a couple of blocks away from Hotel Lorena; we had a view of it from our bedroom window. It rained a good bit but we still had fun seeing the incredible exterior of the church and the inside, which was also beautiful. We were blessed to be able to attend mass there. Did you know that in 1601, lightning struck the copper sphere on top of the cathedral, and it smashed into the ground? You can not appreciate how far that ball fell until you’re standing in the building’s shadow. There’s a marble circle marking the spot where it landed.

The bell tower had an unforgettable view of the city and goes higher than the church’s dome, which is what people normally choose as their viewpoint. The stairway was so narrow, there were times I seriously wasn’t sure the crowd could get through. At least all the work was well worth the view.I am not ashamed of what we spent as Ditti Artigeniale the next morning because we were desperate for one of those “American” breakfasts I was talking about. It gave us plenty of energy for exploring Pitti Palace and all of its beautiful painted ceilings. Why don’t we decorate like that anymore???? In the backyard were the Boboli gardens, which were by far one of the prettiest sights I saw on our trip. A garden on a hill, in full bloom, with the Tuscan countryside for a backdrop? Yes, please.

No, we didn’t see the statue of David. Remember our conversation about where to put your money? We didn’t want to put it there. I just really didn’t want to spend $50 to see a statue I wasn’t very excited about. We settled for a free viewing of its replica, which happened to be near the Fountain of Neptune. If you stare at any chunk of concrete in Florence, let this fountain be it. It was breathtaking. I feel like this whole paragraph could be very offensive to an art connoisseur. Sorry!!! I’m sure David is very handsome and I am not comparing the fountain to a chunk of concrete.

Florence was a lot like Polignano a mare in the fact that we spent so much time walking around, stumbling into churches and shops and just trying to figure out where to eat next. We had a very slow pace on this trip and didn’t hesitate to stop by our hotel for a nap when we felt a yawn coming on. A nap in Italy is better than a nap at home! Our days were really simple and easy. No pressure, no running to “fit it all in”. It was unhurried strolling, easy conversation, and letting the day unravel however it wanted to.

Rome

A harsh contrast from that last paragraph: Rome was intense. My legs were bruised from all the walking. One evening I tried to wipe off what I though was bluish dirt (?) on my thighs, and when it wouldn’t give, I realized they were bruises! Not from bumping into anything but just from the stress of carrying a baby all over the city. And our b&b was just weird. People didn’t seem to understand “modesty” when walking out of the bathroom, our host was kind of a stick in the mud, and it was down a sketchy/dirty street. I know it sounds like I’m complaining, but I’m not. It was so cheap and steps away from the metro. It was also above a corner shop that sold delicious cappuccinos and pastries for only 2 euros, so that supplied our breakfast every day. We didn’t mind all the little annoyances and it just made for more memories. Believe me, Rome was beyond worth it.

We started with a free walking tour guided by a local college student. He did amazing; these tours are a good way to get your feet wet in a new city. It gives you a feel for the layout and your guide can share little things that you wouldn’t know otherwise. For example, in the Piazza del Popolo, we had sat under a big statue playing i-spy. We just thought it was a nice place to people-watch. As it turns out, we were sitting in the shadow of a 4000+ year old Egyptian obelisk. We never would’ve known! Our guide also took us to the Pantheon; Alex was so cute with how excited he was.

Before the tour, when we saw the Spanish steps (so beautiful in person), we went to the church at the very top. If you paid a euro or two, you could light a prayer candle. We lit one for Noah. It’s really special to me that he was on that trip with us, even though he was obviously still in the womb. Because we want to continue traveling as a family, it felt like the beginning of something exciting.

That was just day one…the rest of our Rome adventure included the Colosseum and surrounding areas, lots of people-watching in different piazzas, an interesting night in the Trastevere neighborhood, a fun little trip to the countryside to tour the Catacombs, and aaaall the glory of the Vatican. Rome deserves a longer piece, but I feel like I’ve exhausted myself sharing what I have so far. I’ll save it for a rainy day. Even then, though, I simply cannot tell all about Rome without writing a whole book. I wish I could share every funny story and mishap and surprise. You just have to see it for yourself.

And that is my story of Italy. If you’re debating a trip, go. It’s a gem you get to carry in your heart for a lifetime after. I hope reading this inspires some ideas!

[richiethedicktozier]

Anonymous said: The loser's club only finding out richie has a secret twin when they accidentally run into the secret twin in like a grocery store or something and they think its richie but?? Suprise bitch. You were wrong. (sent to my st blog but I thought it more appropriate to post here)

Bill had twenty bucks in his pocket and a grocery list in the other. He was supposed to buy things for an upcoming dinner party his mother was throwing. One that none of his friends would be allowed to attend. Instead, Bill decided to have a small party of his own in the supermarket, inviting all his friends to roam the aisles and collect the strangely named cheeses and pastas his mother was requesting.

They were wandering around the produce section, Stan explaining the finer differences between parsley and cilantro while Mike helped Bill pick out the most ripe bell peppers. It was a team effort, most of them not having the cooking experience to know what made for a right choice. Bill was lucky to have the help; he didn’t want to face an aggravated mother or have to take another trip that night.

One of the last things on the produce list was a zucchini-- something Bill couldn’t actually pronounce without sounding like a bumble bee. He held the list out to Stan and the group followed him over to the chilled display of the green vegetable. They all looked odd and bruised. Eddie picked up a strangely short one and looked at the group, his eyebrows furrowed and a smirk pressing his lips together.

“Don’t say it.” Stan waved a hand out behind him, nearly smacking Ben in the face. “Sorry. I expected you to be Richie… Where is he anyway? Things have been way too quiet around here.”

“He wasn’t hu-home when I called.” Bill answered, picking up a few zucchinis himself to look at. “He’s not cuh-cuh-coming.”

“This might actually be a successful trip then.” Eddie laughed, looking at the vegetable in Bill’s hand. He nodded at the one he was holding, although shrugging when Bill asked for reassurance. “In and out with minimal damage.”

“No chance of anyone grabbing the loudspeaker microphone.” Stan said, shaking his head. “If it wasn’t for the fact he can run like hell, he’d be in so much shit.” Stan was right; the only reason Richie was still mildly palatable by adults in the town was the fact many of them didn’t know it was him, and the ones that did were his teachers and had straight A's to ease their annoyances.

“What’s next on the list?” Beverly asked, helping Bill put the vegetables into clear produce bags.

He held the list flat in his palm, grabbing the pen from his pocket and scratching out the food they had already gotten. Bill didn’t even know what it was, honestly. It looked like the name of a spice, but Beverly insisted it was a pasta. They all followed her, none of them having any better guesses to what fusilli even was. As they went towards aisle 12, Eddie said he would meet up with them, peeling away to go into the health section and grabbing vitamins and allergy medication. The other four followed Beverly into the aisle and began searching for the pasta in question. It would have helped if Bill knew what shape it had rather than depending on the labels.

They started at one end of the aisle and started scanning the boxes. Mike and Beverly looked at the top shelves while Bill and Ben took the bottom ones. Stan took the tactic of standing at the way against the other side and looking at everything at once. It was Mike who found the box just as Eddie returned with an armful of pill bottles.

“We f-found it!” Bill exclaimed, holding the box up triumphantly. Eddie cocked his head. At first, Bill thought Eddie was ignoring their success, staring past them at the end of the aisle. “Wu-What?”

“Is that Richie?” Eddie asked, eyebrows up. “I’m not seeing things, right?” It wouldn’t have been the first time.

Bill turned and followed Eddie’s eyes to the other end of the shop. Bill looked twice, three times, and still wasn’t convinced. The boy was as tall as Richie, had Richie’s oddly curled hair, but was wearing a long sleeve striped shirt. Bill couldn’t remember the last time he saw Richie in something other than unbuttoned Hawaiian shirts or a t-shirt that had a smart-ass remark printed on it. Was this what he avoided Bill for; squinting at a rice box and scanning every side three and four times with confusion tightening his expression. Well, sounded like Richie.

“Richie, my love, I have crossed oceans and at least I found thee!” Beverly cried, running after Richie, arms out to hug the boy. “Why’d you blow us off, dickhead?” She locked her arms around Richie’s shoulders and began rocking him back and forth.

“Yeah, wu-wu-what’s wrong?” Bill asked, leading the crowd in Beverly’s direction.

“Please let go of me.” Richie said, trying to squirm his way out of Beverly’s arms. “You’re making me uncomfortable.”

“Not so much fun when other people do it to you, huh?” Stan said, crossing his arms and looking at Richie’s twisted face with satisfaction.

“Please stop. You are going to break my shoulder.” Richie said, looking at Beverly with pleading eyes, no glasses distorting the size and sincerity of his discomfort.

“Jeez, get a sense of humor, Tozier.” Beverly laughed, releasing him and messing up his hair.

“Where are your glasses?” Eddie asked, spotting the same issue as Bill, but stating it with far more clarity. “Are you wandering around without your glasses again? Your vision isn’t that good, Rich. You can’t do that.”

“What?” Richie said, head whipping towards Eddie. “I’m sorry, I think you have me mistaken.”

“Does he think we’re stupid?” Mike chuckled, looking at Stan and crossing his arms as well, not giving in easily.

“Do you think I’m my brother?” The boy said, crossing his own arms. “Richie and I don’t look that much alike.” Bill had to laugh; Richie really didn’t think his prank through. The boy was a carbon copy of Richie-- it had to be Richie. There was no way he thought they were all that stupid.

“Richie, come on. Cut the crap and help us get food for Bill’s mom’s party.” Stan unfolded his arms and grabbed Richie, pulling him into the forming group huddle. “Let’s find your glasses and stop this bad joke.” Stan reached for Richie’s shirt and hiked it up above his back pockets, searching for his glasses.

“Hey! Hey! Seriously! You’ve got the wrong guy!” The boy cried, yanking himself away from Stan’s grip. “You guys have to believe me.”

“Yeaaaah no.” Beverly laughed, pulling on his arm again. “This is one of your worst attempts to bamboozle us, Tozier. Let’s go.”

“No!”

“Eddie,” Beverly sighed, thumbing at Richie. “control your boyfriend.” The group turned to look at Eddie, not bothered by the complaint and label, but was taken aback when Richie began laughing-- genuine, holding his chest, laughter.

“Now I think you guys are really confused.” Richie said, shaking his head.

“Why’s that, Richard?” Stan asked.

“Richie’s not gay.” The boy said, barely getting through the sentence without laughing. The group communally shut up, their mouths closing all at once as they looked at the boy. Bill was beginning to think he was telling the truth.

“He’s not?” Eddie repeated, face furrowed with suspicion. “Then what have we been doing?” Bill covered his mouth as he laughed and Beverly snorted as she giggled. Richie stayed silent.

“What has he been doing?” His face furrowed as he looked between the six of them, confused by Eddie’s joke and the lack of denial from the others around him. “My brother would tell me if he was gay. We tell each other everything.” He sounded betrayed, his hand lifting to his mouth as he chewed his lip. Bill knew that look. He knew brotherly guilt anywhere; he had been staring at it for the past few months in the mirror every time he could hear his mother weeping in the other room. The boy was telling the truth.

“So wait, Ri-Ri-Richie’s your brother? Are you tw-twins?” Bill asked, trying to get the boy to look less worried.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m Mike. Not Richie.” He said, running a hand through his hair. “Since when has he-- I don’t even know who you are.” Mike waved out towards Eddie. “What even is your name?”

“Eddie.”

“Richie doesn’t have any friends named Eddie.” Mike said confidently. “There’s one that he’s always with, but he never tells me his real name.”

“Real name?” Stan echoed. Richie had more oddities to him than they originally thought.

“He just calls him by his dumb nickname: Spaghetti or something.” Mike shrugged.

Eddie groaned. “Eddie Spaghetti.”

“Oh.” Mike muttered, looking at Eddie with apologetic eyes and a silent, wordless, moving mouth. “I just thought… He was making his friends up.”

“That’s a little harsh.” Ben said, scrunching his nose up.

“You’ve met my brother, right?” Mike said, glaring at them. “He’s a handful.”

“Eddie?” Beverly said with a smirk. “Confirmation?”

“You’re all disgusting.” Eddie scoffed. “Just because Richie’s not here doesn’t mean we should fill in for him.” Bill had to agree, in more ways than one. Not only should they not have been attempting his brand of off-color dirty jokes, but they shouldn’t have been telling his secret twin brother other things that Richie had kept purposefully secret. It was obviously something he didn’t want them to know, and with Richie’s constant running mouth, that had to mean something.

“W-W-We should really get going.” Bill said, trying to keep Eddie from rolling his eyes so far in the back of his head that he went blind. Bill repositioned the plastic bags in his hands in order to wave at Mike, giving him a small smile. “It was nuh-nuh-nice to meet you, Mike.”

“Yeah… Very eye opening.” Mike muttered, lifting a slow hand as the group shuffled past him. Bill pretended there was something important at the other end of the store and kept them all moving. They waited until they were safely in the freezer section before they spoke again.

“That went well.” Stan muttered, looking at Mike with wide eyes.

“Did I just… Out Richie to his brother?” Eddie said, holding his temples. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah, you d-did that.” Bill laughed, slapping Eddie on the back. “Here I thought without Richie we’d get in and out. Muh-Minimal damage, just like you said.”

"Shove it, Bill, before I use that zucchini against you.”

ao3

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unspoken thing ii

“When are we gonna do something about this unspoken thing between us?”

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chapter 2: sophomore year

Eddie assumed he would be lucky enough to be able to start a new school year with the intentions of focusing on his studies and enjoying life with his friends. He swore his body lit on fire and his brain threw a riot when Richie Tozier walked into his English class on the first day. The boy had grown taller, his clothes had gotten darker, his hair longer, but damn, was he just as loud as ever.

“New year, folks!” He exclaimed when he walked into the class, slinging his backpack off his shoulder onto the table Eddie has sat at and sitting across from Eddie. “Hey there, Eds.”

“Not my name, Tozier.”

“Eds, Eds, Eds,” Richie shook his head and grinned. “You can’t control what comes out of my mouth.”

Eddie bit back a remark, deciding to leave it be and not let Richie get into his head on the first day of classes. Ben Hanscom, who had sat down at his table only seconds before Richie, gave him a look at pity.

“Hey, Eddie.” He felt a hang on his back and looked over to see Bill sitting down next to him.

Eddie grinned at him. “Bill, thank god you’re here, Tozier is going to drive me mad.”

“Hey!” Richie protested and Bill rolled his eyes.

Their English class consisted mostly of group discussions and projects. Something about being a “collaborative” class. The only thing Eddie got from that was that Richie would be able to speak almost constantly. And the only thing the teacher could tell him to do was to control the volume of his voice.

Richie turned out to have some decent things to say, and it shocked Eddie that he could say things that weren’t jokes and it shocked him even more that Richie had even done the summer reading of The Tale of Two Cities. Eddie decided not to speak much, Ben seemed to be pretty passionate about the book and he allowed the two friends to bicker about the character development while he sat back and watched.

About half way through the class Richie directed his attention away from Ben and towards Eddie. “Are you going to chime in, Eds?”

“Why should I when you’re so passionate about Sydney Carton?” Eddie responded nonchalantly.

“Sorry for doing the assignment.” Richie said, a smile plastered on his face to show he was only teasing.

“W-we were letting you t-two have your debate.” Bill spoke up.

“That’s very thoughtful, Billy boy, but I want to hear what Spaghetti has to say.” Richie rested his chin in his hands and looked at Eddie intently.

“Spaghetti?” Eddie raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah, like Eddie Spaghetti. It rhymes.”

“Please, please, don’t call me that.” Bill and Ben both snickered and Eddie turned his head to his friend. “Don’t encourage him.”

“He has nicknames for everyone,” Ben told him, smiling lightly. “He doesn’t stop.”

“You love my nicknames, Haystack, don’t lie.” Richie nudged Ben with his elbow.

“No, I tolerate them.” He said but his face was full of affection for his friend.

“Well, Eds here will learn to love them.”

Eddie did not learn to love the nicknames. Every other day he would show up to his English class and endure Richie’s endless stream of consciousness that just spilled out of his mouth. And every other day, Bill would be right next to him practically holding him back from stapling Richie’s mouth shut.

Eddie and Bill had met in the 1st grade, at the ripe old age of 5, on the playground during recess and Eddie had been ready to attack someone who had pushed Stan off the monkey bars, causing him to need to go the nurse. Bill, not having even known Eddie then, had grabbed his arms and dragged him away from the impending fight. Eddie had struggled against Bill but even at 5 years old, Bill towered over him.

While Stan and Eddie were best friends and had been since before they could talk, sometimes they were a bit too similar. Both were shy boys with firecracker personalities that could cause them to get into trouble if someone managed to rip down their timid exterior. If one was upset, the other was instantly by their side, emotions tumbling out of control without any context of the situation. This was where Bill came in. Bill was level headed and smart, assessing almost every situation and generally keeping Stan and Eddie out of constant trouble (they were surprisingly impulsive).

So it made sense that Bill would be the one to stop Eddie from jumping Richie during English.

“Eddie, do you have anything to add before we turn in the paper?” Ben asked politely. The boy often ignored Eddie’s fits of silent rage and continued on as if nothing was happening. He also tended to ignore Richie’s loud and boisterous nature so maybe it was something he’d picked up on after years of being friends with him.

“Can I read it over?” Eddie said and Ben passed the paper over to him.

Eddie’s eyes scanned the sheet, looking for anything that he could think of that could help them get their point across in their paper. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Richie with a smile on his face and his gaze fixed to the smaller boy. Eddie ignored him, reading the words but after having to reread the sentence nearly 10 times, his head snapped up.

“Do you need something?”

Richie smirked. “You’re cute when you concentrate.”

Eddie’s face turned red and he squinted his eyes in a glare before looking back down.

“Bill, how does Eddie not get mad at everything you say?” Eddie heard Richie ask.

“W-we’ve been f-friends for a while now.” Bill answered.

“But surely you’re not as uptight as him.”

Eddie tried to ignore the talking, his eyes swimming over the paragraphs. He knew he shouldn’t let Richie get under his skin so easily. He was just an annoying boy, and Eddie had dealt with annoying boys before. In fact, Eddie got frustrated with the vast majority of the population of the school but managed to keep his emotions in check. Why was Richie able to mess him up so badly?

“Richie, how about you turn in the paper?” Ben asked his friend once Eddie handed the it back.

Richie simply saluted in response, getting up with paper in hand. Once he was out of earshot, Ben leaned forward.

“Bev and Richie were friends way before I knew either of them. They’re very similar in a lot of ways but one difference is that Bev tries to keep her impulsive words in check.”

Eddie cocked an eyebrow up in confusion, looking at Ben as if he was expecting more.

The boy continued. “I love them both. But Richie doesn’t know when to stop.”

Bill snorted. “You c-could say that.”

“I know, I know.” Ben sighed. “But he’s not a bad guy, is what I want to say. A lot to handle, trust me, and loud as hell.”

Eddie crossed his arms. “He annoys me.”

“He annoys me, too.” Ben laughed, no venom behind his words.

Ben’s words echoed throughout Eddie’s head for a while. With every crude joke Richie made, every one of his snide comments or flirty compliments, Eddie just took a deep breath. He was getting better at being able to handle the boy’s rambunctious personality without wanting to reach across the table and rip his head off. Bill seemed to already consider Richie his friend, his previous face of annoyance being replaced with one of amusement, not unlike the looks Ben gave him. Eddie, however, took a bit more convincing that Richie was any more than just an immature boy who couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself.

One time Eddie smiled at a joke Richie told without even thinking about it, Richie’s eyes went wide in shock and before Eddie’s smile could drop, Richie was raising a fist in the air in a victory stance. It took two weeks for the loud boy to let the incident go and since then, Eddie had vowed to not let his bitter guard down in front of Richie.

And although Eddie had grown quite fond of Ben, when their English teacher announced that for their next project they would need to be in groups of two, Eddie didn’t hesitate before he gripped Bill’s hand tightly, bringing it to his chest.

“Could you move any faster, Eds?” Richie chuckled.

“Bill and I just work really well together.” Eddie faked a sickly-sweet smile.

Richie gave him a knowing look but lets the topic go, standing up to go to the front of the class for the assignment papers. He came back with a grin a bit too big for Eddie’s liking.

“I have good news and bad news.” He sat down, not on the chair like a normal person but on the table, his legs swinging off the edge. “Bad news is that Mrs. Finch already assigned the partners. Good news is that I’m with Eddie Spaghetti.”

Eddie scoffed. “Nice joke.”

Richie just smiled and handed the papers in his hand over, each one with a set of partners printed on the top with the subject. The names “Eddie and Richie” clearly on the top of one, and “Bill and Ben” on the other.

Eddie shook his head, looking at Bill for support. “No, I want to work with Bill.”

Richie leaned over the table and grabbed Eddie’s hand slowly, bringing it up to his chest just like he had done to Bill’s only minutes before. He looked into Eddie’s eyes dramatically, “You’re with me.”

Eddie looks at him with wide eyes and lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, he could hear Bill and Ben laughing softly but his gaze was stuck on Richie’s cocky face. He took his hand back from Richie quickly, wrapping it around himself.

Richie scooted over (still on top of the table) so he was positioned in front of Eddie and took their assignment paper into his lap. “Do you want to work in the library or here?”

Eddie was slightly taken aback by the question. It was just that, a question. No jokes or innuendos or nicknames. “Um, it’s a bit loud in here, we can go to the library.”

Richie smiled and hopped off the table, going to the front of the classroom where the teacher was.

“You want to come, too?” Eddie spoke to Bill and Ben, in more of a pleading tone than an asking one.

“I think we’ll stay here.” Bill smiled, a glint in his eyes that shows Eddie he’s purposefully staying where he was.

Eddie scoffed softly before turning on his heel and following Richie out of the classroom. The two walked in silence, the halls of the school empty except for a few stragglers here and there as it was still in the middle of the period. Eddie had his hands resting in his pockets, his shorter legs putting his pace a few feet behind Richie.

“I’m sorry you got put with me.” Richie spoke up when they reached a table in the library.

Eddie looked up and he was met with a face of awkwardness and uncertainty, emotions that Eddie had never seen Richie display before.

“It’s no big deal.” Eddie tried to give him a comforting smile but he’s sure it didn’t look like he planned it to.

“I know you’d rather have been with Bill. Or even Ben.”

“Well to be fair, they’re nicer to me.” Eddie tried to lighten the tension a bit.

Richie managed to smile. “I’m nice to you, Eds.”

“In a mocking sort of way, sure.”

“Eddie Spaghetti!” Richie exclaimed, putting his hand over his heart in fake pain. “I would never mock you.” Eddie gave him a knowing look. “Okay, maybe a little bit of teasing. But never mocking.”

Eddie smiled, genuinely this time. The two were silent for a moment before the shorter boy cleared his throat. “I’m fine being your partner as long as you actually do the work.”

“I won’t let you down, Eds.”

Eddie was once again at a baseball game. This time, it was the opening game of the season and he was with Bill and Mike as well at Stan and Bev. The girl’s warm and witty personality managed to make Mike and Bill feel welcomed to the game, despite not knowing the two boys before. The teams were warming up, Eddie’s eyes chasing the ball as it was being thrown from player to player, the sound of his friends’ laughter filling his ears.

“Has he ever mentioned me?” Stan leaned in, whispering into Eddie’s ear.

“What?” Eddie looked away from the diamond.

Stan looked towards his friends, who were deep in conversation, before continuing. “Richie. Has he ever mentioned me?”

“Why would he?” Eddie asked. “Have you spoken to him since last year?”

“I smile at him in the hallways.”

“Oh, wow, I see you’re taking the flirting up a notch.”

Stan shoved Eddie’s shoulder softly. “Be quiet. I just figured, you know, aren’t you friends?”

“Friends?” Eddie glanced over to where Richie’s curls were falling out from under his baseball cap as he practiced swinging the bat. “I mean, we’re partners in English, but that’s it.”

Eddie saw a hint of jealousy swim through Stan’s eyes. “Do you think we could all…like, hang out together? Are you close enough to him for that?”

“You want me to ask Richie Tozier to hang out?” Eddie almost laughed at the thought.

“Please.” Stan was nearly begging and Eddie felt bad for his friend, hopelessly infatuated with a boy he really knew nothing about. A boy who he had only spoken to once but had managed to get a firm grip on his life.

“I’ll see.” Eddie tried to drop the subject.

“Please, I can’t bring it up to anyone else, you know that.”

“Stan, why -” Eddie was interrupted by a flurry of yelling, signaling the game was going to begin. He stopped speaking and looked over to Stan, who was looking at him with sad eyes.  Eddie ignored him and looked out to where their team was going out into the field.

“Woo!” Bev yelled next to him. “You got it, boys!”

Ben and Richie’s heads turned immediately towards her, smiling and waving. Richie’s eyes then wandered slowly towards Eddie’s and their eyes locked. The players were a significant distance from the bleachers but Eddie could’ve sworn he saw him wink before turning to look at the first player at bat.

The game went slowly, as baseball games normally do in Eddie’s mind. They had the occasionally exciting moments, when a player would manage to get a really good hit or someone tried to steal a base, but for the most part, Eddie’s entertainment came in the form of Beverly’s screaming.

“Why do baseball pants try to kill me?” Stan leaned in for the second time that afternoon to whisper.

“Huh?” Eddie didn’t look away from the game.

“Their pants. It makes their asses look great. I mean, look at his butt, Eddie.”

Eddie turned his head to give Stan a confused look to which he responded with a simple shoulder shrug and a smile. Eddie looked back, his eyes falling down the backs of the players to their pants and he let out a soft breath. The pants were flattering.

“Don’t be a perv, Stan.” Eddie laughed softly.

“But I’m not lying.”

Eddie scanned across the diamond and his eyes finally landed on the boy he was looking for. He tried not to look but the tight baseball pants left nothing to the imagination and Eddie was staring at Richie before he even realized, his mouth going dry and his brain fuzzy. He heard Stan sigh contently next to him and he snapped out of his daze quickly.

They ended up losing the game but if Eddie was being completely honest, he wasn’t paying that much attention after Stan pointed out the pants. Before they walked down the bleachers, Beverly grabbed Eddie’s arm, halting him.

“It’s tradition that after the first home game, Ben, Richie and I go out. Would you guys like to join this year?” She asked, a friendly smile adorning her face.

“Yes,” Stan answered quickly, everyone turned to look at him. “I’m hungry.” He quickly added.

Beverly looked to the other three boys, head turned questioningly. Mike shrugged and Bill looked over to Eddie. “O-only if E-Eddie behaves.”

Bev let out a laugh as Eddie’s face heated up. “I know all about Eddie and Richie, don’t worry. It’ll be fun.” She swung an arm around his shoulder and led them down to the two sweaty boys coming out of the diamond.

“New people, again!” Richie exclaimed, looking at Mike. “Richie Tozier, at your service.”

“I’ve heard plenty about you from Eddie.” Mike grinned and introduced himself.

“From Eddie?” A grin rivaling the Joker stretched across Richie’s face. He flung himself over to Eddie, wrapping his arms around him. “Oh, I knew you loved me.”

“Get off,” Eddie groaned and shoved him off. “You’re sweaty and gross.” He could see out of the corner of his eye, Stan looking at them with a not so nice expression on his face. “Let’s just go.”

They end up all squished together in a booth at a little diner at the edge of town, it’s mostly empty which gives them the freedom to be loud without worrying about disturbing people’s meals. Beverly sat between Ben and Richie on one side of the booth while Mike, Bill and Stan were on the other side. Eddie took one for the team and pulled up a chair, sitting at the edge of the table.

Stan sat directly across from Richie and Eddie could feel his nervousness from his spot down the table. Richie was talking Stan’s ear off but Stan didn’t seem to have minded, looking at the boy with small smile, chin resting in his hand. Mike and Ben seemed to be hitting it off, talking so quickly about books and history that Beverly looked like she was struggling to keep up.

While everyone seemed to be distracted, Bill, who was sat at the end of the table closest to Eddie, looked over to him and spoke quietly. “H-has Stan admitted it y-yet?”

Eddie didn’t need to ask for clarification. “He doesn’t need to, look at him.”

Stan was laughing, his hand thrown over the table, gripping Richie’s arm. Bill glanced over before looking back at Eddie. “I guess.”

“Have you admitted it yet?” Eddie whispered.

Bill sputtered out a quick response. “W-w-what?” Eddie gave him a knowing look. “I-it doesn’t matter.”

“Stan will get over it, it’s just a silly infatuation. He’ll realize he’s annoying and you and Stan can fall in love.”

Bill rolls his eyes. “He d-doesn’t annoy a-anyone as much as he d-does you.”

Eddie chuckled. “Shut up, Bill.”

Stan doesn’t get over Richie. In fact, the seven of them hang out a lot more often and Stan becomes even more unbearable. It’s all Richie this, Richie that and only Eddie had to deal with the constant lovesick ramblings. Stan still hadn’t admitted his little crush to anyone else and it was soon going to make Eddie’s head explode.

The group’s hang outs became more and more frequent as the year progressed and by the time May had rolled around they had begun to have weekly movie nights, all piling into one person’s living room with junk food and blankets. Stan always made sure he was sitting next to Richie and Richie didn’t seem to mind someone always paying attention to him. In fact, he even stopped teasing Eddie as much. English not only became a lot less eventful, but when they were at their movie nights, Eddie found himself awkwardly sitting on an arm chair by himself, often not looking at the screen but at Richie. He sat expecting some sort of smart comment to be thrown his way, a joke, a nickname, anything. But the nights always came to a close without anything, only a simple, quick hug as Richie made his way out of the door.

Eddie told himself he was being stupid, thinking that he did something wrong to make Richie finally give up on trying to be his friend. They were all friends, the six other kids were the best friends Eddie had had in a long time (besides Bill and Stan, of course). He just felt weird without the constant bickering with Richie. They had almost a year of throwing comments back and forth at each other that now Eddie felt like something was off balanced without it.

He guessed things were more peaceful now, but it just seemed off.

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[panda-noosh]

Can I request scenarios for the guys, where they're talking with their s/o about something and just kinda rambling until they notice s/o is staring at them with a adoring smile, the guys are like "what??" And s/o is like "you're cute when you ramble" and gives them a soft kiss on the cheek

  Here you go! x

Shiro:

  There wasn't a lotof things that got Shiro talking at the speed he was currentlyspeaking.

  Slav had been a bittoo much today. Even for Shiro, the man who everybody believed hadthe most patience out of the entire group. For the entire day, Slavhad made it his duty to make Shiro want to rip his own hair out infrustration, and Shiro was feeling the frustration.

   He tried to hideit. With everything in him, the last thing he wanted to do was showSlav that his melodramatic ways were having an affect on the leader,but it was getting more and more difficult to do just that.

   It had started outslow – Slav flicking Shiro's upper arm before adding in a commentabout how 'muscular' the black Paladin was. Shiro could handle thatwith a simple roll of his eyes – nothing new from the weirdcreature that was Slav.

   But then the dayprogressed, and with the incoming darkness came along Slav's moreannoying side. He started to throw himself around the room in anattempt to get Shiro's attention, yelling about how much 'emotionalpain' he was in after leaving the Galra ship. He went into greatdetail explaining how he had made friends with the crickets thatmanifested in the walls, and how curious he was to how they weregetting on right now.

   Shiro had had totake a time out in the other room before continuing on with his work.

   The end of the daycouldn't have come around quick enough. Shiro bombarded himselfthrough the hallways, carrying his plate of spaghetti bolognaise withhim to the bedroom the two of you shared. He knew that eating on thebed wasn't allowed, but he didn't have the energy to care at thismoment.

   He pushed open thedoor to the bedroom, ignoring the way you awkwardly fumbled with yourfood in an attempt to hide the fact that you were already breakingthe one rule the two of you had set out for one another – no eatingon the bed.

   Shiro didn't speakas he slumped down next to you on the mattress, immediately digginghis fork into the meal and slurping up his first forkful ofspaghetti.

   You cautiouslyglanced at him, a noodle hanging from your mouth that you didn'tbother to move just yet. Shiro hadn't greeted you with the usual peckon the cheek, or the usual groan of discomfort after a long hard dayof working. He was simply eating – quite furiously, if you had todescribe it.

    “I hate thisbit,” you say, shattering the tense silence which had settledbetween the two of you.

   Shiro looks up andgrunts in question, clearly confused about your comment.

   You set your plateof spaghetti to the side, wiping your hands on your jeans. “Thisbit. The bit where you refuse to tell me what's wrong.”

   Shiro raises abrow, though he knows you're right. That was a problem he had, evento this day. Even after nearly two years of dating you, he still hadtrouble telling you when things got too much – especially when thereason behind his overwhelmed state was over something as stupid asSlav.

   Nevertheless,it always felt good to talk about it when he was finally able to, somaybe he shouldn't hide todays events from you. Maybe he should justlet go.

    Heslurps up his forkful of noodles and sighs groggily, letting his headfall back against the headboard. “Slav is seriously just – he'ssomething else, you know? He's completely and utterly – somethingelse and I hate that he gets to me so easily. It's what he wants,which is the even more annoying thing. He wants meto react. He wants meto get annoyed, and it's working, but I can't just show himthat. So I end up messing up my work because I'm trying so hard tonot listen to him, but his voice just goes right through me. It'slike – how does he even do it? Idon't understand! I'm the damn leader and I can't even get people'sattention like he does!”    Shiro runs is hands through hishair roughly, tugging on the strands gently before continuing.

   “Itry so hard to get on with him. I really do. You know Ido.”

   “Ofcourse I do, babe.”

   “-buthe's like a god damn infant! Needs so much care and attention or elsehe starts whining and kicking and being frustrating.”

   Shiro'svoice falters as he realises the extent of his outburst. His eyesslowly drift over to you, his own heartbeat speeding up when henotices the way you're looking at him – adoration. Even though hehad just completely lost himself in complaining about something sosimple, you're looking at him with that glint in your eyes that youonly ever held whenever you were looking at him.

   Ofcourse he noticed this side of you. He loved this side of you. Theside that made him feel special when he didn't feel special himself.You were the only person who was ever able to make him feel likethat, and even though he had had a bad day, you still managed tobring him down from whatever anger high he was on a minute ago.

   “W-what?”he stammers. You smile lazily and shake your head.

   BeforeShiro has a chance to respond, you've leaned across the mattress andare pressing a soft kiss to the space right behind his ear, leavinggoosebumps to tingle on Shiro's skin at the contact.

   You'vebarely pulled away when you whisper, “You're cute when you ramble,”your lips still grazing his skin and his entire body heating up.

   Maybehe should get annoyed at Slav more often.

   Keith:

   “Ineed someone to rant to and you're the only person I could think of.”

   Keithdoesn't even say hello. He storms into your office without knocking,letting it slam closed behind him and making your shoulders jolt atthe sudden sound ringing through your previously quiet quarters.

   Youslowly turn around in your seat, eyes narrowed and eyebrow raised inconfusion. You had seen Keith like this before, of course. Contraryto popular belief, he often had these outbursts, but it was only everyou who had to endure them.

   Itwasn't as if you minded, though. You often found his rants quiteamusing.

   Hesits down roughly in the spinning chair beside your own, turningyours around so you're facing him completely. You can't hide thesmile which makes its way onto your face at his eagerness to talk,his hands clamping on your knees and gently massaging the area as away to get his own nervous energy out.

   Yourest your hands atop of his and listen.

    “So,you know like I was telling you about the left overs I left in thefridge a few days back?” he begins, and you frown. “Well, youknow how excited I was about those left overs. They were basicallyall I was looking forward to when I was on the mission this morning,and I got home earlier on just in time to see Lance throwingthem in the bin.”He tuts his tongue, turning away as if the words had physically hurthim to say. “He said that they were left in there too long and thatI would get sick if I even tried to eat them. Can you believe that?Him acting as if he knows my body.”

    “Areyou talking about the left over wings you were telling me about?”you question and Keith nods, eyes wide. “Keith, that was nearly aweek ago. It's not safe to-”

   “Youtoo?” Keith exclaims, flinching his hands back into his lap as ifyour jeans had burned him. “Not only are my friends going againstme, but so if my girlfriend?Whocan I trust on this god damn ship if I can't trust you guys? Am Igonna have to go off on my own again, because I've done it once andI'll do it again.”

   “You'rebeing dramatic.”

   “Yeah,that's what happens whenever a man gets hungry,” he grunts, foldinghis arms over his chest and slumping back in the spinning chair. “Ijust can't believe this. Now I have nothing to eat for dinner and I'mtoo polite to ask Hunk if he'll cook me something, since I've alreadytold him I don't want dinner because I thoughtIhad wings to come back to. Now that's gone the drain, I'll probablyhave to end up making noodles or something once everybodies gone tobed, and we both know how that turned out last time. The burn markstill hasn't gotten off the counter, and Shiro stillrefusesto be in the same room as me whenever there's anything even mildlywarm around.”

   Hebites down on his lip, looking away from you and you can't help butstare at him in absolute adoration. Even as he continues to babbleabout nothing and everything all at once, he still manages to makethe butterflies erupt in your stomach and you have to fold your armsacross your stomach to soothe them even a little bit.

  It'sonly then that Keith realises you are, in fact, staring at him insuch a way. His sentence trails off in the middle of his words andhis eyes click down to look at yours, you not breaking eye contactnor wiping the smile off your face.

   Heraises a brow, feeling a blush creep up on his face. “What are youlooking at me like that for?”

   Yougiggle slightly, lean forward and press a surprise kiss to his cheek,watching as the blush finally takes over, washing over his everyfeature.

   Youpull back, this time with his hand intertwined with yours. “Noreason. You're just cute when you ramble. Please, tell me more aboutyour lack of left overs.”

    Lance:

   When Lance got anidea in his head, it was hard to banish that idea.

   He was what a lotof people called 'adamant.' With his overactive mind and imagination,the possibilities of the world were open to him and he used everysingle one to his advantage. Even the most bizarre of suggestionsnever failed to slip past his lips and make themselves known into theworld. Sometimes it was as simple as rolling your eyes at his wordsthat got him to drop the idea; other times, it was a bit morecomplicated than that.

   Like today, whenLance had bizarrely offered up the idea for you and him to startraising a puppy together.

    There were manyissues with this idea, you knew. First of all, Lance was far fromcapable of raising a puppy with his busy schedule, and yours wasn'tmuch better. Second of all, neither of you had any idea how toraise a puppy. And third – you literally lived in space, on amassive ship that was constantly under attack. Bringing a puppy intothe mix would only add to the hectic aura the ship already held.

   Lancedidn't seem to understand these simple reasons behind you're denialof his request. Which was why he was currently sat beside you now,one hand placed on your elbow. You refused to look over at him. Hispleading eyes had a way of making you crumble into his hands.

   “Okay,tell me one thing,” he says, rubbing circles on your elbow in anattempt to get you to agree with him. It wouldn't work. You wouldn'tlet it. “Would you not love tohave a dog? Just a little one? I'm hardly gonna go out and buy analsation, but something small. Would you not love that?”

   Youpurse your lips, continuing to keep your stubborn gaze on the work infront of you. “Lance, we can't get a dog. There's nothing you cansay that will change that.”

   “Ionly asked a question!” he exclaimed. “We've been together fornearly two years, okay? Think of this as – like – a pre-proposal.The dog is the ring. It's a commitment thing.”

   Youshake your head.

   Lancepouts, bringing his hand back into his lap as he gazes at you. Youcan tell just from his aura that he's getting worked up, desperatefor you to understand and as much as you would love to be able toshare in such a commitment with the man you loved, there was otheraspects to think about – most of which included the safety ofyourselves and others.

   “Iwasn't going to beg, but you've given me no other choice,” Lancemumbles, suddenly. You snap your gaze to him, mouth opening a littlebit. “Y/N L/N, love of my life, beautiful person with whom I am sohappy to call mine – can we please geta puppy?”

   Yougo to reply, the word 'no' still playing at your lips, but Lancenotices your facial expression and dives forward before you have achance to deny his request all over again. His fingers grab for yourhands, tugging them away from the work which litters the desk andpulling them into his lap.

   “Wecan give it such a cute name, Y/N! Think about it. Think about itrunning around our room, all cute and small. And at Christmas we'llput a bow on it and we'll take loads of pictures – we can do afamily Christmas card! You'll hold the puppy and we'll be on eitherside of it and we can send those out and make every other familyjealous, because they have to deal with children and actual humansand we get the same feelings but with easier consequences, you know?Like, I'm really thinking this through. I'm really, reallythinking this through, whetheryou believe me or not.”

   Youraise a brow, shocked at his sudden outburst.

   “Youcan even name it if you want. I won't argue, but the name Cliffordsticks out to me a lot – but you can name it! I won't interfere!And we can buy it a little bed, yeah? Put it beside our bed and itwon't even wake us up in the night because it's a dog and dog's don'tdo that.”

   You'resmiling by now, amusement bubbling at your stomach as you listen tohim ramble on.

   “Iknow you're thinking about the others, but I'm 90% sure the only onewho's allergic to dogs is Keith, and we don't even mind if he gets anallergic reaction, do we? So it's fine. Nobody else will care and –what are you smiling at?”

    Youshake your head numbly, the smile still playing at your lips as youreach your fingers up and curl them in a stray strand of his hairwhich had become loose from the long day of work he had been doing –plus the rambling rampage he was on right now.

   Henarrows his eyes, pulling away from you for a second as he inspectsyour still amused expression.

   “You'renot taking me seriously, are you?”

   Youchuckle. “I'm sorry, okay? We can't get a dog, and you know wecan't. It would be cruel for the poor thing to live in theseconditions. Maybe after everything's settled down, yeah?”

   Lancepouts, but you can see the fight dying from his eyes as he realisesyou're right. You've been right this entire time.

   Hesighs and leans forward, resting his head against your collar bone.You wrap an arm around his shoulder, playing with the thin strands ofhair at the back of his head.

   “You'recute when you ramble, by the way.”

    Hunk:

   Hunkcared a little too much about what other people thought of him attimes, and it was a quirk of his you had been trying to brush out ofhis system from the moment you had noticed it.

   Evenbefore the two of you were officially dating – simply awkwardpeople barely smiling at each other when you passed one another inthe halls – you had been trying to get Hunk to stop caring so much.Stop worrying about what other people thought of him to do what madehim happy.You knew he had hobbies, but you also knew he never portrayed them totheir full potential due to his paralysing fear of being judged.

   Youhad always been the one to nod at his suggestions, give them a go.You had always been the one to encourage him to speak duringmeetings. You had always been the one to scold others for judging himeven the slightest bit, because he didn't deserve any of it.

   Ithad been a long process, a road filled with bumps and some that werestill prominent. He hadn't been completely cured of this worry ofhis, and today was just showing you that fact in full view.

   Hehad stumbled into your and his shared bedroom a little earlier thanyou had expected. You had been in the middle of setting up thecomputer system, a laptop sat up on the bed where you had just beenworking. Whenever you heard the door open, you hesitantly turned,shocked to find Hunk walking in with his cheeks beetroot red and hishands covering them.

    “Hunk?”you say, straightening up. “What are you doing here? I thought themeeting was meant to go on until-”

   Hecuts you off with a groan of despair before throwing himself towardsyou. You barely have time to drop the remote in your hand before hisbody has replaced it, his head leaning against the top of your own ashe continues to groan in embarrassment of whatever event had happenedthat day.

   Younarrow your eyes, gently running your hands through his hair. “What'swrong, Hunk?”

   Hesniffles, pulling away from you. He doesn't look to be too upset –just embarrassed, though that doesn't stop you from taking his handand messing with the rings on his finger in the way you always didwhenever he was about to tell you something that may be hard for himto admit.

    “Ijust – the meeting didn't go quite as I had planned and I had toget out of there.”

   “Whathappened?”

   Heinhales, and it is then that you knowheis about to let go. The way he tilts his head back to reveal theveins in his neck, or the way he grits his teeth as he thinks aboutthe event which happened. He was about to let go, and you had to beprepared for it.

   Hishand squeezes yours once before he begins his rant. “I was tryingto speak up because I had a suggestion on how to fix the ship up, butI got shy and I couldn't do it. I ended up just pulling myself intothe background again and listening to everybody, and I don't mean tobrag, but nobodies idea seemed as good as mine and I reallywantedto speak up, but I couldn't. It was like my mouth was genuinelyclamped shut or something. So throughout the entire thing I was justtrying so hard to speak up, but the Blade of Marmora guys look reallyintimidating and I didn't want to just embarrass myself in front ofthem, so staying quiet seemed like the best option. But then theywere about to pull the plug on the meeting, and I knew it was now ornever, so I stepped forward to speak and I ended up just hiccuping.”

   Hecloses his eyes and your own bulge from your head, a choked gaspescaping your lips at the words that just passed through his. It wasfar from what you were expecting, and you had to cough to hide thelaugh that was threatening to make it's way to the surface.

    “Andthen I tried to get away, and I was apologising and bowing and Iended up tripping over Keith's chair. I just fled from the room afterthat.”

   Hunkshakes his head, finally unclasping his hand from yours to rub at theback of his head, a groan escaping his lips again. You bite down hardon your bottom lip, shaking your head slightly as you stare up at thegoof of a man you were very grateful you had fallen in love with,because it was stories like these that reminded you just why you hadfallen in love with him in the first place – he was so human.Wheresometimes you could genuinely forget Shiro was born and raised onplanet earth due to the amount of inhuman skill he showed, Hunk neverfailed to remind you that making mistakes was perfectly fine – evenfor big, bad Paladin's like himself.

   Hunk'seyes flitter down to meet yours, and you see him visibly relax whenhe sees the amused grin on your face. He sighs and shakes his head,lazily grinning back at you.

    “Ijust did it again, didn't I?”

   Youstep forward. “By 'it' do you mean go off on a rant aboutabsolutely nothing again?”

   Henods, mumbling in response.

   Youchuckle, lean up on your tippy-toes and press a kiss to his cheek.“Don't worry. You're cute when you ramble.”

[undertaleimaginationland]

How would UT,UF,US,and SF react to their S/O being a roller derby queen but hiding it from them because they didn't want them to worry about them? Bonus points if they manage to catch a game of them being amazing, DOUBLE POINTS IF THEIR DERBY NAME IS BONE RELATED!!!! I mean if you want to...

I would love to answer this! I imagine that I wouldn’t be very good considering my horrible balance and brittle bones, but imaginary me would kick some major butt!!

Undertale

Sans-

“wait,” Sans is taken aback. “really?”

Once you admit to this lazy bones again, he leans back in his chair, bemused. “huh…” He trails off, nodding his hid coolly. In all honesty, he’s mostly shocked that you were actually able to hide such a significant detail from him for so long. “so that’s how you roll, huh babe?”

Oh, and don’t forget the puns that come with your pastime. He’s always racking his skull for new content.

When he attends his first match of yours. he absolutely nervous, buying two large containers of stress popcorn to chow down on. “what if you get hurt? oh asgore, please don’t get hurt.”

He watches you skate out and almost chokes as he reads the name on your back:

BONE TO BE WILD

For some odd reason, this comforts him just a bit and he has to keep eating in order to stop his laughter.

Once the match actually starts, its like he’s watching a completely different person. You’re plowing people down left and right, and with every person that fell before you, he would relax more and more and actually start to focus on the game. 

You’ve got this smol skele’s support and he’s definitely treating you to Grillby’s afterwards.

Paps-

“SO… IT’S LIKE ROLLER SKATING, BUT WITH A LOT MORE VIOLENCE?” Paps is pretty confused when you first admit this fun fact about yourself. Sure, he’s heard of the usual roller skating and heck, even figure skating. But roller derby?

It doesn’t ring a bell.

Once you explain the basic rules of the vigorous sport to him, jammers and all, he seems a little concerned. So that’s where all the bruises came from, huh?

“NOW S/O, I’M ONLY GOING TO SAY THIS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.” He sucks in a sharp breath. “WHAT ARE YOU S/O?! CRAZY?!!”

You startle. That’s one of the loudest volumes you’ve ever heard him use. It takes a bit of calming down and reassurance of your skill in the sport to ease Pap into the subject. After a bit of coaxing, you even manage to convince him to go to one of your matches just so you could assure him of your safety.

“W-WELL,” Pap fiddles with his gloves, still a little embarrassed from his last outburst. “IF YOU SAY SO.”

When the day of your match arises, Pap is a nervous wreck. Like seriously, the poor tol brought a first aid kit and everything. He wants to be prepared IF and WHEN you get hurt. As much confidence he has in you, there’s an even bigger part of him that just wants to protect you.

So the instant you plow some poor competitor out of your way, his jaw literally drops. What. Just. Happened??? As you skate around the rink, he finally notices your name, ‘THE GREAT S/O’, and his mind = blown.

He profusely apologizes afterwards for ever doubting you and treats you to heapings of his famous spaghetti. Bless him.

Underfell

Red-

“aw. you wanna go roller skating with me? how cute.” Uh, I think he misheard you.

When you tell him that 1.) You said roller DERBY and 2.) You didn’t want him skate with him, rather have him watch you, he freezes up.

“what?” He chortles. “y-you’re fuckin’ joking, right?” The laughter is taking over him as your anger does to you. He really doesn’t believe you, does he?

You huff angrily as you sweep your duffel bag of gear. “I’ll be at the rink. Don’t follow me.” And with that, you’re out the door. Your offer for him to watch has officially expired.

He sniffles a bit of his cry-laugh tears away, still recovering from his laughter fit. Once he realizes you’re gone, he stiffens up. “crap.” Maybe he shouldn’t have been such a dick.

He teleports to the rink just to make sure you didn’t get yourself killed. His eyelights scan around and as he passes by the concessions, he overhears a particularly interesting conversation.

“Yo dude, hurry up!”

“I’m trying, I’m trying!”

“That Skull Slayer girl’s probably ambushed like, 5 girls while we were here! Hurry up!”

Red grins at the name. His curiosity has been peeked as he enters the crowded arena. Being the little cheater he is, he managed to shortcut his way to the front. Just as he’s about to settle himself in a seat, he has to dodge an oncoming player.

His glare instantly burns from the girl to the shover and in an instant, the prophesized Skull Slayer skrts by. Oh god, that’s one angry skater.

Oh wait, its just you.

His sockets are widened immensely and he has an awful impulse to laugh at how oddly things were playing out. A part of him also feels a little guilty for ever doubting you, but he ignores the feeling and settles with watching you do your thing.

Before you could see him, he vanishes. This is a secret he’s keeping to himself.

He’s also a little titillated, but shhh.

Edge- 

Edge places a gloved hand on his chest. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?” He asks with a gasp.

When you nod your head in affirmation, he gives you an odd stare as he does a double take. He scans you up and down. Is your body type suited for that sort of vicious activity? BY ASGORE IT WAS!! The resilient bones, the stubborn attitude, and that spunk in your eyes…

HOW DID HE NOT NOTICE THIS BEFORE?!?!?!

“S/O!! I DEMAND THAT I ESCORT YOU TO ONE OF YOUR MATCHES!!” You were going to invite him anyways, but it looks like he’s already put it upon himself to do the ‘asking’.

The big day comes quicker than anticipated, for Edge at least. He had been prepping your body with nutritious meals and vigorous exercises, but a self-conscious part of him felt like that wasn’t enough. A week wasn’t enough to mold you into the perfect roller derBEAST and that made him absolutely nervous as he watched you.

Well, at least he got you to change your stage name to ‘THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE S/O’. That gave him some sort of solace.

The thing about Edge was that he wasn’t necessarily nervous about your safety. Hey! You should’ve known about the dangers that came with stepping into the rink. What set him off edge (hehe) was the possibility of you making a fool of yourself, thus making him look foolish.

His ego suddenly overflowed as you smacked two skaters out of your way. A big childish grin slapped across his face as looked around at a few visibly disturbed fans from the opposing team. “HA! DID YOU SEE THAT?! YOUR PUNY FIGURE SKATERS NEVER POSED A THREAT AGAINST MY GREAT AND TERRIBLE S/O!”

After the match, for some odd reason, Edge seems a bit more clingy. He won’t let your spunky self escape him as he keeps referring to you as “THE RULER OF THE RINK”.

Underswap

Blueberry-

“SO LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT; YOU PUSH PEOPLE ON ROLLER SKATES WHILE SKATING IN CIRCLES FOR FUNSIES?” Blueberry is still trying to piece this all together.

You nod, giggling at his odd use of the word ‘funsies’.

“OH…THAT’S COOL, I GUESS?” Gosh, he feels so awkward. He wants to tell you something like, ‘THAT’S SUPER DANGEROUS!!’ or “HEY DON’T DO THAT!!’, but he wisely figures that something so passion filled must mean a lot to you. “C-COULD YOU INFORM ME ON YOUR NEXT GAME OR MATCH OR WHATEVER THEY’RE CALLED? I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU PLAY!” He manages to play off his concerns, albeit in a not so subtle way (to him at least).

The day of your next match comes and golly, he’s not ready. Like Tale! Pap, he’s got his whole diaper bag of medical supplies, but he takes it a step further and has 9-1-1 on speed dial. Never has Blueberry sweated so much sitting down, like seriously, I think he’s burning more calories here than he ever will in his entire life training with Alphys.

His fingers are crossed and he’s praying to whatever stronger force there is out there to keep you safe. Sure, he’s sparred with you before, but he takes it easy on you. For someone as “GREAT AND MAGNIFICENT AS HIMSELF” would be too much to handle at full force. But what about these random beefed up ladies?? They don’t know that they should be gentle with-

He flinches as you zoom by a flock of opponents, making them all fall with a single swipe. 

what.

WHAT.

I think you broke him?

When the match is finally over, you have to shake him back to his senses. Like really, the place’s empty already. Once he breaks out of his shock, he is showering you with praise and skelekisses.

Such a sweetheart.

Stretch-

“its always the sweet ones with the oddest hobbies, isn’t it?” Stretch wonders aloud as he reclines in his seat.

He strokes his chin, immediately getting himself lost in thought. “now that i think about it, that actually makes a lot of sense.”

You tilt your head. What kind of reaction was this?? “What do you mean?”

“what?” He seems quite amused at your question. “you didn’t think i was oblivious to all those bruises, didya? plus, the skates in your room were a dead giveaway.”

Welp, you kinda suck at hiding things.

You figured you might as well invite him to one of the darn matches to make up for your obliviousness.

“sure i’ll go, honeybun. i’d skate to see you go alone.”

Dumb puns aside, he does attend your match. For some odd reason, he’s the least concerned of the skeles. He sits up in the stands with a bundle of lollipops and is pretty content with the environment, save for the loud set of opposing team supporters beside him.

“Oh yeah! That other team is fucked!” One man yells.

The man besides him notices Stretch and grins, making full eye contact with him.”All they have going for them is that Femur Fever bitch! That’s it! We’ll win for sure!”

Stretch’s smile tightens. That was the same name he had laughed at the whole car ride up here. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he continues watching you do your thing.

‘please do something cool.’

‘please prove these asshats wrong.’

As if the stars above had aligned in his favor, you overlap the other team with ease and the opposing fans go silent.

Now its Stretch’s turn to smile like an idiot. He has that face that only the smuggest of bastards wear as he stares at the men who had pulled some passive aggressive BS on him

‘yeah. how do them apples taste, asshole?’

Like UT! Sans, he’s very supportive of your interests and treats you to a bite at Muffet’s afterwards.

Swapfell

Blackberry-

You had him at derby. That would imply that its a competition.

“REALLY? YOU HURT PEOPLE FOR FUN, TOO?!”

Uh okay, you’re going to pretend you didn’t hear that.

“BUT OF COURSE YOU DO! YOU ARE THE DATEMATE OF THE TREACHEROUS  SANS AFTERALL!” Oh stars, he’s rambling again.

“SO TELL ME, S/O. WHAT DO YOU DO IN THIS SO CALLED ‘ROLLER DERBY’??” He inquired with a quotation of his hands.

Once you explain to him the jist of the sport, he’s beaming at you. Actually, that’s probably one of the happiest faces you’ve seen him make.

“VIOLENCE AND HIGH SPEEDS YOU SAY?” No, that’s not what you said. “I DEMAND THAT YOU SHOW ME THIS INSTANT!”

You let out a confused ‘huh?’. “Really? Like right now right now?”

Blackberry is a little disgruntled at your hesitance. “YES! LIKE RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW!”

Before you had a chance to respond, he’s dragging you out to the car with your gear in hand. “WE MUST LEAVE NOW OR YOU’LL BE LATE FOR THE MATCH!”

“Wait, what match?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT MATCH?? I MEAN THE ONE I SIGNED YOU UP FOR RIGHT NOW!” Oh lord, he has his calendar pulled out and everything.

And so, you had to mentally prepare yourself for the derby match he had instantaneously  signed you up for. Fortunately for you, it was an amateur match he had thrown you in. Afterall, what organization would’ve accepted you so quickly?

“YOU HAVE YOUR KNEEPADS?”

“Yep.”

“ROLLER BLADES?”

“Check.”

“HELMET?”

You knock on your covered head. “Definitely.”

“ALRIGHT THEN.” He’s about to turn you loose when you suddenly see him go all fidgety. He seems to be contemplating something.

“Sans? You oka-” He stops your concerns with a kiss to your cheek. His skull burns a bright purple and he quickly looks away. “D-DON’T HURT YOURSELF TOO MUCH, S/O. SOMEBODY REALLY CARES ABOUT YOU.”

His words stick to you as you speed by a group of competitors. What? They don’t call you Askeleration for nothing.

Meanwhile, Blackberry is yelling in the stands and is clinging for dear life onto the seat in front of him. “GO S/O! FIGHT THEM WITH YOUR UNDYING FURY AND PASSION! SHOW THEM WHAT IT TRULY MEANS TO BE THE ALPHA SKATER!!”

Once you’re done absolutely obliterating the others, Blackberry has this grin on his face as he marches you over to the car. He won’t stop recalling the match play-by-play.

Stop him now or surrender your sleep.

Rus-

“roller derby, m’lady? really?!” Rus stares at you with amazement.

The sudden level of praise made you blush, but you stutter out a ‘yes’ anyways.

“oh boy,” His wonder quickly washes off his face as he takes your forearm. “you’re not hurt, are you love?”

You shrug. “It’s a part of the sport, but I really am okay.”

His smile is tight as he drags his phalanges across a few old bruises. “oh no,” It sounds like he’s talking to himself. “well, at least these look older.”

You start to feel a little guilty for making him worry. “Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” Bringing your arm up to your face, you place a gentle peck on his knuckles.

He seems flattered by this gesture. “s’fine, love,” His other hand makes his way to your face. “jus’ a little concerned about you, s’all.” As he cups the side of your head, you lean into him.

“Does this mean you’re gonna watch my next match?” You look up at him with innocent eyes, a smile creeping on your lips.

“next match?” He deflates. “oh love. i don’t think i could ever handle watching all those people attempt to hurt my mistress.”

“Its just a game, Rus,” You huff. “I’ll be fine. Trust me.”

Rus eyes you up and down. He’s never been so unsure of something so…spontaneous. One one hand, you’ll be able to do what you love, but risk the chance of getting hurt. On the other hand, he declines and you’re mad at him for 5ever.

“i…” Rus scrapes his skull for an answer. “i-i guess i’m watching you then, huh?” Oh stars, he’s already regretting his answer.

But that excited expression you made silence his protests.

On the day of your match, your coach’s protest fall on deaf ears as Rus seats himself on the team bench. After a while, your coach stops her nagging as she starts to use his 6′8 presence as an intimidation tactic. He was silently refusing her demands, so why not use this to the team’s advantage?

Rus has this unreadable grin every time you sweep by him and he’s absolutely humored by your stage name: Skullface.

Its so suave and skeleton related. Its so you.

And he’s only further elated as you dodge and parry every charging opponent, yelling out commands to your teammates at 100mph.

Afterwards, he takes you out to a restaurant with bountiful amounts of food. I mean, how else is he gonna keep his little jammer healthy?

The tol only falls further for you.

GOSH! I’M SOOOOO SORRY FOR THE DELAY IN STUFFS! I SHALL GET ON TRACK ONCE MORE!

[havemyweedcookies]

Cooking 101 with Wade and Petey (Spideypool Fanfiction)

Chapter 1 If somebody cared enough to ask Deadpool to comment about his love life, Wade would puff his chest with pride and said that he and Petey was an item. Despite their different preference in serving justice to baddies, there were many things they shared the same interest with each other. Like their red-themed spandex suits.

Or their love for cooking.

Well, this was where their similarity in the culinary realm ended. Here is a fact: Wade was a great cook. Everyone who had a chance to taste his dishes admitted that, though reluctantly. One the other hand, Peter couldn’t cook even his life depended on it. Although, the kid loved to think that he could and Wade was the one paying the price with his life. Wade didn’t exaggerate that dying part too. He did actually die.

It never occurred to Wade when he and Peter started dating that Peter knew no shit about cooking. After all, cooking was the basic survival knowledge that everyone should know, right? In his entire life, Wade never met anyone that couldn’t. And here was Petey. At the beginning of their dating, Spidey was still keeping his civilian ego out of their vigilant association so treating each other with homemade breakfast was out of the table. Most of their rooftop date night usually consisted of pizza, greasy Mexican and Chinese take-outs which were delicious but Wade was a kind of guy who felt the urge to provide the people he cared about. Feeding, nurturing were the only way that sated his primordial urge. Understandably, Wade was on the moon when they, actually just Peter, were out about their secret identities and Peter starting crashing over Wade’s. Now, he had many chances to show off his culinary prowess.

That was six months ago, now Peter and Wade recently moved into their new apartment, with a really meticulous kitchen Wade personally commissioned. Because he secretly was a party girl who dreamed of hosting a chick party in his so glam kitchen. But more importantly, he just wanted to be the best waifu for his Baby Boy. This was how he started noticing the other side of his bae that he never had a chance before.

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It was a really nice ordinary day. Wade was lounging on their very comfortable very velvet-y red sofa, killing time on his phone, as he waited for the time to go to work. A miscellaneous non-mercenary job that he threatened Weasel to find for him as Wade already quitted his mercenary job. Peter was busying with his college assignments, cute glasses perched adorably on his little pixie nose. Wade got up from his sofa, sighed loudly as today was still a rat-terminating job. Again. He announced,

“Daddy is going out. I might stop to pick some items from the store for our dinner. Need anything, babe?”

Peter went a little rigid then he said,

“Actually you don’t need to cook for us tonight.”

Wade gasped. Horrified.

“W...Why! Was that Pad Thai I made last night didn’t satisfy you?—you seemed to enjoy it though, stuffing it like a chipmunk which was so cute by the way. Did you hate it? Why haven’t you told me earlier, Sweety-pie? Communication is the most important part in relationships!”

Peter blushed hard. “My mouth was not stuffed!”

Wade stared at him.

“Okay, I might do that. Whatever, that’s not the point! I told you not to cook because I’m going to take a charge tonight.” Peter continued. “You have been the one cooking for us like since even before we moved in together. I want to cook for you too.” He finished, blushing again.

That was so cute. Wade almost squeezed Peter’s cheeks. After all, science has it confirmed that cute things really did bring out people’s innate aggression and his Petey was the cutest. Only Wade allowed to touch him though or someone was going to get murdered. So, unsuspicious almost ignorant to his fate, Wade left for work, heart growing three sizes as he dreamed of the spaghetti meat sauce his Baby Boy promised to make.

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 Wade came home to find his once very neat kitchen destroyed. He almost convinced that somebody got killed here as the red substance was spilled everywhere even on the ceiling until he realized that the mysterious substance was supposed to be tomato sauce. A very bad tomato sauce. That should be a warning sign if he wasn’t traumatized to read.

Peter appeared silently at his side, sheepishly scratching his ear.

“Wade. I’m really sorry. I promise I’ll clean all the sauce, the soot. And buy you a new set of pots and bowls that I Kinda broke them. Unintentionally! Please don’t be mad.”

How could Wade be mad at that Bambi eyes, especially when Peter turned them on to him full power? That was not fair at all.

“Dinner?” Wade sputtered, snapping back from his traumatic state of realizing that half of his precious kitchenware were gone.

“Oh, yeah! You must be hungry! I set the table in the living room as the kitchen is kinda messy at this moment.”

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 Peter’s spaghetti meat sauce looked innocent enough to deceive Wade of its malicious nature. From seeing the table, Wade knew how much effort Peter put into making perfect for Wade. Plates set neatly, food still warm. Realization dawned on him that this was the first time Peter cooked for him and it melted his heart. So Wade picked up a fork and ate. He shuddered. As in pre-vomit stage kind of shudder. Some of the pasta was overcooked and went gooey. But some was still dried? Did he smell the burnt? And the sauce. That was the true horror. It didn’t taste like something edible at all. So acidic and bitter. Meatball also undercooked. It was fucking raw! (He internally shouted in a Gordon Ramsey’s accent).

Peter waited for his comment patiently, looking anxious and worried. Wade knew that Peter was exhausted every day with all of his college stuff, Spider-Manning and getting shouted from his jackass boss at the Bugle. The last thing he needed was a disappointment. Wade just couldn’t. So he said,

“Um, just need lil more salt and you can go open your own restaurant!”

Peter beamed.

“Sweet talk would get you nowhere, but you can have all the spaghetti.” Wade shrieked internally. Oblivious, Peter continued. “I’m not hungry. Cooking is really an exhausting work. Have no idea how you do that all time for me. So thank you, Wade.”

Peter’s smile was so warm and bright so Wade dutifully ate the abomination that was Peter’s cooking. A tongue was just an insignificant anatomical part compared to Peter’s love. Wade would willingly sacrifice anything for Peter and it was still incomparable to all the things Peter had done for him, a man so fucked up that everyone had given up saving. Wade slurped the last portion the spaghetti that was made with love. Peter looked surprised and very pleased.

Worth it.

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They were doing the washing and drying dishes when Peter brought up the question again. “Is my cooking that really good? Aunt May and my friends always say otherwise. You have to tell me truthfully, Wade”

Wade stilled.

This was the moment he should tell Peter the truth of how bad that dish was to Wade’s poor stomach and that he should not even think to cook again. Ever. But an imagination with Peter disappointed with himself had Wade carefully readjusted his sentence.

“…Not bad. You really have potentials for someone who seems to --never step a foot in the kitchen before. But still! You have to admit that I’m the prettier one in an apron.”  Such a sublime compliment with a subtext of truth. Wade was such a smooth bastard.

Peter rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah.” They fell into a peaceful silence, Peter pondering something important and Wade looking forward to visiting the toilet. Then, Peter said

“I’d love to cook for you from now on. What do you say?”

Fuck!

 --------------------------------------------- Hi, this is my first fanfic is the Spideypool fandom. I hope it’d be entertaining. English is not my native so I’d love to have someone beta it.

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[thedalishelves]

Hey! I saw that you were vegan and I have a bit of a problem that maybe you could help with (or not, it's cool either way). I have wanted to change my diet to be a vegan for the longest time, but my parents just deadass don't respect it? I'm young, so I live with my parents and I eat what they cook and etc, and when I expressed the desire to be vegan, or at least vegetarian, they ignored me. Sometimes I have to go days w/o eating bc they cook meat n such. Any tips or is this unfixable for now?

first of all that’s really cool that u wanna go vegan and thank you for asking me!! i dealt with this too! i first went vegetarian when i was 13 and my parents convinced me to just give up red meat. after about two months i excused myself from the dinner table one night and just sobbed in the bathtub for like 20 minutes because i felt so bad about eating a chicken. after that they realized how Extra i am about this and reluctantly let me do my thing (with some persuading from me: tips will follow)

also this is gonna be long sorry omg this is what happens when ppl ask me about being vegan jfdkshafks i’m putting it under a cut just bc it would literally take up people’s entire dash

so i’d recommend going vegetarian first for sure. it’s what i always recommend anyway. slowly phasing out animal products will help SO MUCH with adjusting and cravings. i was vegetarian for 4 years before i went vegan! but for you specifically it’ll expand the amount of stuff you can eat that your parents make. meat is the staple in a lots of families’ meals, but i’m guessing they’ll often make a little side dish or something? eat a lot of that!! 60% of what i ate was the green beans and rice my mom always made for a side dish

ask to help your parents with cooking! try to separate your food whenever possible. so like if they’re making spaghetti with meat sauce (gross ik my dad always used to make it), just say you’d prefer it without the sauce and grab a little bowl before it’s mixed in with the meat. (i used to add butter to it.) basically just any dish that could be vegetarian: take a little serving before the meat is added. i did this all the time and it gave me a lot of good meals (another example in case this is vague: i’d scoop a bit of salad into my bowl before my mom added bacon to it)

also i found it really helpful to ask for VERY cheap vegetarian/vegan foods. i’d always ask my dad to buy beans and lentils and because they’re like 50 cents a can or whatever, he couldn’t reasonably say no. (these are so versatile, even if you don’t know how to cook. making a bean salad is so easy and i used to eat them all the time! also AMAZING source of protein and iron and so much other good stuff)

there are also quite a few sneaky “accidental” vegan foods that you can request from the grocery store that won’t make your parents think: ‘ugh she’s a vegan now.’ some examples: oreos, most cake mixes (there’s lots of recipes online where u just add water and/or soda!!), loads of different chips, many cereals (if u eat them dry), instant ramen (even the ones that say beef and chicken). i know that’s a lot of junk food, but there’s also some healthier(ish) prepackaged meals: this list is good (even though peta is a garbage company i reluctantly admit they have good resources sometimes) (it’s american centric tho but there’s loads of these lists online!). since i’m guessing you don’t go grocery shopping so you aren’t able to look at the labels, you can look it up online and ask your parents to buy it (and you can do this in an indirect way if they’re not cool with it, like ‘hey can u buy the sweet spicy chili doritoes instead of the other flavour next time i like it better’ that kinda thing)

so those are some tips on how to get some food! you should also ask for multivitamins since if you’re basically going to be picking and choosing what your parents put in front of you then you might miss out on crucial vitamins that is otherwise easy for vegans to get if they’re picking their own food.

obviously the ideal thing here would be to get your parents to be on your side!! i have no idea what your relationship with your parents is like so this might not be applicable at all, but in case it is i’ll give you some tips that worked for me.

the best thing that worked for me in the beginning was that i promised i’d cook my own food. as a wee 13 year old, my mom still made my lunch but i asked her for just a plain cheese sandwich and she was okay with that. for dinner, she’d still make the same old side dishes that i could eat, but if she was making chicken, i’d fry up my own tofu or put a couple veggie dogs in the microwave. i don’t think she’d have let me be vegetarian if she had to cook my stuff separate for me. (also, by the time i was vegan i was so used to cooking my own food i just made all my own meals and had gotten good at it by that point!)

at first i just explained to my parents that it was unbearable for me to eat animals. like i literally could not put it into my mouth unless they essentially force fed me. (once again, i was super extra) as my anecdote at the beginning explained, they saw how serious i was lmao. however, my mom did not understand me being vegan until very very recently!!! over the years i’ve casually mentioned various facts about the meat and dairy industry that have opened her mind a bit. and she’s even stopped eating pigs now!! i always find it helpful to say that i do it for multiple reasons: for animals, for the environment, and my health. that usually gets through to people because they realize i’m not just doing some dumb trend or whatever. if at all possible, show them a documentary?? i’m guessing they’d be like ‘hell no’ but just in case (and for your benefit too!) my favourite is cowspiracy (on netflix). it has changed SO MANY meat eaters’ minds!! (the documentary maker was a meat eater too!)

but i realize how engrained this is in certain cultures. my dad is italian and by this point (after 10 years) he realizes that being vegan is a sustainable diet (which he didn’t believe before) but i think he’d rather die than give up meat. and my other side is polish which means their diet is basically carbs and meat and carbs with meat. none of my extended family understand what the hell i’m on about. it’s very frustrating but if you stick with your resolve to not eat meat then they’ll eventually realize you’re serious and maybe make one dish for you at christmas instead of just giving you a piece of bread

if they REALLY are against you going vegetarian, then i obviously absolutely cannot recommend that you starve. you can always go vegetarian/vegan when you move out, and that wouldn’t be your fault at all!! a compromise might be to go pescatarian or even just cut out red meat. (though if you’re anything like me this might not end well haha. it’s worth trying though as a last resort)

i know it’s such a tough situation!!! my sister is vegan too and literally EVERY DAY we text each other about how ignorant and disrespectful our family members are about this. it’s something pretty much every vegan goes through i think, because there are some WACK ideas about eating animals and those who choose not to.

so tl;dr: if you can, try to tell your parents honestly how you feel and try to give them facts. offer to cook your own meals. ask to help your parents cook so you can try to make the food vegetarian. request foods from the grocery store that are a) cheap and/or b) accidentally vegan.

i really hope this helped!!! i was so scared and overwhelmed when i first when vegetarian and had no idea what the fuck i was doing and it makes everything so much worse when your family is unsupportive. i truly wish u the best and please come to me with any follow up questions!!!