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godlytemperance · 1 year ago

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npmd proshot reaction livethread

except i'm not on twitter and also this is probably my third time watching it because i was too busy painting my room to make a proper live reaction post

having the two nerds that die be the first singers we see is such good foreshadowing actually,,, you know from the first moment they start to experience a change in their lives after max kicks the bucket that they're doomed, and the first act shows you that right away. none of the other kids in the first song are injured by max, just richie and ruth.

lauren doesn't have her headgear in High School Is Killing Me, which is a bit confusing, but i think it's so her voice is clearer in the first song

also i love ruth's sweater? i'd totally wear that irl

grace looks utterly deranged in every song because she doesn't drop that fuckin SMILE the whole time i love her so much

i love the "AUGH" chorus after "it's one hell of a normal abnormality"

someone brought this up before i noticed it, but grace is the only one to cover her mouth during any iteration of "i'm so fucking dead", which is so swag actually... it fits the choreo while also showing that she's super averse to cursing (initially)

pete my beloved... stephanie's so correct for falling in love with him

also PETE'S TIE MATCHES HIS SUSPENDERS THAT'S ADORABLE??? plus it very (very) subtly matches steph's flannel i'm gonna explode

anyways mariah looks gorgeous throughout the whole show

the little string instrument *plunk* as steph snaps pete's suspenders

pete's goofy run

steph giving up on asking who pete's running from as soon as she realizes he's dipped

i'm pretty sure that kim's nerd character has a unibrow, or very thick brows that have that appearance? that's actually really cool that they implemented features on characters that would lead to bullying from a societal standpoint.

i'm not ashamed to admit that i thought richie was gonna be a metalhead from the very brief glimpses we had of his outfit before the show dropped... imagine my terror when i heard "anime love pillows"

oh also is richie's hair Like That because of bedhead? a cowlick? hat hair? a shitty haircut? i don't know and it's gonna drive me insane

KYAAAAAAAA

as someone who's been bullied, then Suddenly had one of my bullies admit to having a crush on me, max's crush on grace is completely realistic fr

homec*mming... babygirl you are so repressed

continually stating that all of the main characters are 18+ / seniors is actually very relieving to see, especially for shows set in high school. like yeah, teens can be weird and nsfw, but it feels deeply upsetting when it's not established that they're of legal age. it's still gross, though, but in a "aw shit we Were like that in high school, damn" kinda way

literal monster slaps so fucking hard

is ms. tessburger in a relationship with mr. lauter? she acts like a shitty stepmom to steph (on that note, the theory that steph's biological mom was a former honey queen, and that's why solomon has used the black book before)

if i had a nickel for every time corey doris nearly brought a hammer down on his daughter, mariah rose faith casillas, i'd have two nickels

PETE'S UPDATED OUTFIT I LOVE HIMMMMMM

i love ruth's warm color palette, it's even visible in her wig :00

ruth is so "i read hetalia wattpad lemon too early and that's the only reason i passed social studies"

i didn't catch richie saying "NANI????" on my first run and it felt like a punch to the gut

ruth and richie crawling all over pete to try and hear steph is so hysterical. they are just creatures

wEEeooWEEoOO

richie please... richieeee attack on titan is so badddd

"someone's willing to tolerate your presence for a whole evening",,,, he is so neurodivergent to me

pete you are SO much cooler than you think you are

steph 🤝 emma being head over heels obsessed with the normalest dork in history

"SAY YOUR PRAYERS" "amen :D"

i desperately wanna read the newspaper that mr. chastity is reading

also if the chastity's weren't so adamant on abstinence-only education for grace, they'd be the cutest family ever... like they're actually really healthy and communicate really well with each other

karen chastity freezing up during every freudian slip kills me

grace's fucking FACE when she says "this is sooo wrawng"

MAX'S ABS?????

max is so puppydog when he's talking about jesus. that scene is what made everyone say he was babygirl

grace sweetie you're drooling

local nerdy prude realizes she has a blasphemy kink and promptly goes insane about it

grace and max are toxic yuri actually. if max was a girl grace would've got the black book speed-run world record

max's little scramble back to the stage. little cockroach of a man

SHE DID THE FACE AGAIN AS MAX LEFT

i will never shut up about grace starting her villain arc immediately after dirty girl. she just doesn't SHOW it until after she tastes blood

not waifu material

as much as i love lautski and dirtyprude (i don't know the actual ship name for max and grace), i do think that the entire nerdy prudes squad + max should be in a poly relationship,,,, love their dynamics

"there are two girls in the boy's bathroom" grace. grace is there something you wanna share with the class. grace why didn't you count yourself

the lore drop of the black altars Before we even hear about the black altars... :3

"SEX MAGIC" "😳😏"

"wait but where are the waylons" you may be asking. simple. they put a curse on the house that made sure that nothing dies in it... but they didn't die in the house. they died by the witchwood bc of the hatchetmen. the curse wasn't activated until max died there.

they actually spell potty-pants as PottyPants and PissyPants in the captions

"i have overactive sweat glands" I AM A TRANS RICHIE TRUTHER

she spin

and she spin others too

"PETEY GONNA JUMP ON OUT" 🕺

SPIDERMAN REFERENCE LETS GOOOO

also a kamehameha for good measure

as someone whose entire family says "cool beans", the cool beans section is stuck in my head

lauren's face as she says "excellent" is so cute

ruth's crush on steph getting multiplied by a thousand the MOMENT steph touches her shoulder. god me too

"you kinda look like that homeless guy from downtown" (audience hollers)

i didn't realize that lauren was twerking at joey in the background of the proshot. i know for a fact that he had to practice so hard to keep from giggling

richie trying to hook ruth up with pete... he loves her so much he wants ruth to be happy so bad....... polynerds should be real

i think that if max hadn't fallen from the third floor (which i think is this timeline's event that got messed up, like how the starlight theater got crushed in TGWDLM), he would've loved going to haunted houses with the group... they go to the local haunts every year and one time they get tickets to Halloween Horror Nights and max happy-cries so hard about it that he fucks up his voice

𝕒ᵃ𝕒𝔸𝓐𝓪𝓐𝐚𝐚𝔸ᵃ𝓪𝔸

SKELE'IN count x5

grace stop being horny for two seconds

ruth's little yelp is so cute

also MAX GOING TO PROTECT STEPH... he loves people deep down

the audience going "aw...!" when max says that the prank was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him

grace literally blue-screens when she realizes she hasn't gotten the upper hand on max. girl is Stunned

GET DOWN FROM THERE YOU DOOF

will doing the goofiest noises of exertion is so funny to me

the gore sfx under the wooden planks is so gnarly actually also the blood from max's mouth, holy fuck

... y'r fuckin useless, rich

ruth being more upset about not being someone's bitch than about Going To Jail In The First Place

i love how doe-eyed grace is as she says "it was an act of god!" she is like a little purse dog to me

"oh no she's snapping again"

i love ruth's slumped pose. she is just 🧍

steph looks like she's gonna throw up when grace mentions cutting up the body

also steph's "WHY????"

THE STAGGERED HARMONY FROM MARIAH I LOVE HERRRRR

pepperonis

hypegirl grace real

pete getting anxious after being called a nerd... boy's traumatized now

they are so flirting in this scene. sarcastically going to a football game. lautski forever

STEPH'S SMILE AFTER SHE CONFIRMS THE DATE SHE'S SO CUTE

ruth and richie actually getting positive attention for once,,,,, they deserve the world,,,, stacy calling richie Mr. Lipschitz is adorably sweet

realizing that the mascot is a reference to ezekiel the nighthawk from Perky's Buds nearly incapacitated me

stacy and brenda are so cute in the background

i love that the football team is so nice to each other when max is gone, to the point where the team rapport is actually genuine instead of forced

FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE GO GET FUCKED YOU'RE FUCKIN LOSERS AND WE'LL KILL YOOOOOU (i checked the live comment section when the show had just dropped, and it was a fucking cacophony of "FUCK CLIVESDALE" the same exact thing happened during the talkback livestream too it was so fucking funny)

i love that they squawk as part of their school chant

stacy's smile dropping was so cunty of her

richie's the best mascot ever (do you think he has a fursuit. i think he has a fursuit. it's tricked out like crazy and it has built in ac. he doesn't talk about it because its a timberwolf and it makes him feel guilty as a hatchetfield nighthawk)

HE FEELS CONFIDENT ENOUGH TO CALL JACOB JACE I'M GONNA SOB

wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube richie, i love the way he makes the suit slap the ground with his wiggles

the audience collectively remembering he's the first body mentioned in the show as soon as he says "i love being alive!"

max's bedazzled ghost costume kills me

but on a serious note, the ghost sfx slays so hard

does max have psychic powers after he dies? he's shown making richie float, forcing the doors to close, and knocking richie prone without touching him in the NPMD song. but all of his kills involve physical contact?

speaking of: the DOOR SLAM holy fuck

they had to give richie a dorky vest over his long sleeve + button-up combo because otherwise he would've had too much transmasc swag. proof: right before he dies he loses the vest

grace having a prophetic nightmare that doesn't get elaborated on... waddahell

unironically grace's shirt is so cute. the coquette girls would love her

max defo would've whooped the chemists' asses. plus if he actually got his redemption arc he would've boosted the team's morale like crazy

grace is never chill ever

all of the nerds having their own nauseous reactions to getting called to the office

i honestly thought they were asking about max in the group interrogation scene the first run through. god i can only imagine how sick the three (not counting grace) of them felt realizing that one of their closest friends was dead

the lauren urge to lie face-down on the nearest surface

grace immediately targeting ruth... homophobic behavior fr /j

i am glad that none of them assume that it's a ghost right away, because that kind of trope is super cliche. let them figure it out slowly!! they don't need to know it's a monster right away! let them think it's a mundane threat!

dan and donna moment

also it took my second run-through of the show to realize that the "hatchetfield kennel" line isn't just a smooth transition into dan's last name. it's referencing the problematic pooch from HSIKM

i actually thought that officer bailey was sam for a bit, then i remembered that charlotte's last name was sweetly, then i realized it's a separate character

LAUREN CHOREO POG + donna is so pretty in this song

karen gendering ziggy correctly is something that can be so personal to me

also JAEEEEEEE MY BELOVED I LOVE ZIGGSSSSSS

barry swift slays

the creeping steps in the second chorus repetition are so cool

CHARLIE???? BRUH??????

bryce's solo was so well-deserved, she has a fucking angelic voice!!! i just know that the audience lost their minds every fucking night

GERALD!!!!! my favorite evil old man

"can i shit or will i drown" references richie dying by swirly and it took too fucking long for me to realize that

fuckin traaaaaanscendent (is this sam? i think it's sam)

the little implied bird

KAH-bob. he sounds like a text-to-speech. accurate for some theater production actors tbh

paaaaahsshin <3

m'BAHBECUU

i love kim's teacher character, she's so cute

the collective "thank you ten" from the actors (and maybe the audience)

knowing that ruth's first canonical debut on stage (canonical in the Workin' Boys short film, at least) involved her forgetting her only line bc of stage fright makes me so sad... she does have a lot of talent, but her anxiety about being watched and judged scares her from the stage. it takes failing once to get over that fear, but even then, it leaves a lasting worry that you'll fail again.

on that note: ruth being so conscious of her appearance and personality that she's terrified of her own future. she's afraid that the best parts of her future will be centered around making other people happy, and never about what makes her happy. she's afraid that she'll get married to someone who doesn't care for her. (or worse, someone who has taboo desires, because who else would take her but those who want to use her as a diversion? the "maury prefers their kids" line after the pool is mentioned makes my skin crawl for ruth.) "well done on the outside, not within" "should i let the coals burn out" "should i let the years cook my body down" she's horrified of the future she feels she's destined for. she has so many dreams, but she feels like she isn't able to - or allowed - to pursue them.

i'm gonna be skipping ruth's death scene because it actually makes me feel sick... half because it's a form of torture that actually makes me feel nauseous (getting split from the crotch upwards) and half because it's happening to a character who's living an experience i've had in the past (feeling unworthy of pursuing something you love)

it's super obvious that shapiro is waiting to catch grace in a lie, which makes her interrogation of grace super funny in hindsight. she KNOWS this perfect christian girl is bullshitting her and blatantly lying about the deaths. i can only imagine how vindicated she felt when grace immediately crumpled under the pressure

DOOO SOMETHING YOU SONUVABIIIIITCH

OH FUCK GRACE GOT A GUN!!! SHIT!!! THIS NEVER GOES GOOD!!! (grace gets a gun in Workin' Boys too it's so fucking insane)

i love that grace's bike is so iconic

the audience losing their fucking minds when paul and emma appear on stage. same fr

"it's short for a perpetrator" paul you are so autistic (affectionate)

THE REFERENCE HAPPENED WE CAN REST EASY NOW

also this time around we get to see what the paulkins meeting would've been like in another universe and it's just as cute as we expected it would be

*ptuuuh*

........ WWWWHAT

if richie could see them now he'd be calling them tsunderes. am i fucking wrong

did pete just shotgun a hot chocolate. buddy that was fresh out the fuckin pot

pete's color scheme switching from subtly green (to match with steph) to subtly yellow has me running laps in the kitchen rn. tinky would lose his fucking mind

steph openly admitting she likes smart people, implying that she doesn't consider herself smart by comparison... babygirl you are so intelligent i prommy

starkid consistently showing that romantic partners don't have to kiss on stage for them to have chemistry makes me so fucking happy as a person with kiss aversion

why does beanies just have hot water in cups. do they just make instant drinks. iconic of them actually

HOMOPHOBIC GRACE REAL??? /j (but also not)

grace immediately jumping to fleeing the country and holding her friends at gunpoint has me giggling. she's got the world record for jumping to conclusions

also thank god grace knows proper gun etiquette (not holding her finger on the trigger) but also. who taught her that.

the way grace immediately scrambles to hide, and she does it fast enough to make it look like she just teleported behind the chairs in the proshot

yyyAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (how dare they call her Barista in the captions. you put some respect on emma perkins's name)

alternatively: imagine you work up the nerve to give your number to a cute barista and five minutes later she's trying to get a cop to stop holding you in an armlock. what a wild first impression to give to someone who marries you in every fucking timeline

grace is so wet cat coded, angela did an incredible job playing her!!

bringing up the honey queen Mrs. Lauter theory again because how else would the lauters have the black book? i know that linda's family is the one in charge of the festival, but the mayor obviously has some sway in it as well. he probably acts as the warden for the book in most timelines, because if it was in the hands of the church itself, they'd be trying to summon gods every damn day. he keeps the church under control, allowing them one day a year to summon the only god that is the easiest to pacify. he probably proved his worth by convincing his wife to pursue the honey queen title, knowing full well what would happen to her, because he needed to give up something to show he could be trusted. (i also think this is why nibbly singles steph out when they first meet. he's already tasted lauter blood, and he likely recognizes her as the daughter of the man who facilitates his resurrection every year.)

AGAIN: the waylons made sure the spell was cast on the house, but the spell wasn't TRIGGERED until max died there. more proof that the waylons aren't ghosts, but that they were intended to be the ghosts.

returning to the honey queen lauter theory again: imagine how heartbroken steph is after all of her parental figures have died. her mom isn't around by NPMD, and during the show, her stand-in stepmom and her dad both die. she's technically an adult by the time of NPMD, but she's still lost all of her remaining family in one night.

i'm glad that they were able to convince shapiro about max at the last second, but damn, how fucked up is it that you learn that the current suspects of a homicide case are being haunted by a spirit that's been picking them off one by one, only for said spirit to slam your face through your fucking windshield. you survive the incident, somehow, but now you know that hatchetfield is haunted and you nearly became a victim.

i talked about the LiB and their altars at the very beginning of my NPMD fixation so i'm not gonna repeat it here :PP bleh

i am gonna mention that i love the designs of the LiB tho! they're so neon and goofy, they have little props that show who they are, it's so cute nibbly has his lollipop (which happens to look pretty fleshy, like a twirled up intestine), pokey has his mask, blinky has his sunglasses, tinky has his Bastard Box, and wiggly has a plush of himself + a crown that indicates his place in the hierarchy

the hair touch when steph starts to realize that pete is the thing she desires most... chills

also someone mentioned that in the digital ticket, steph fully collapses during "stephanie has got a gun", and i can definitely see that in the proshot too! it isn't seen in full, but her posture definitely slumps something fierce between shots

and what if i cried? huh? what if i burst into tears knowing that pete was resigned to dying to save steph's life? that he openly admits to loving her more than the stars in what he thinks is his final moments? that he thought he wouldn't make it to homecoming, and that steph would live on knowing that she would carry the blood of her true love on her hands?

literally if max hadn't intervened, steph would've lost her soulmate. imagine how horrifying that is for her. she would've lost everyone important to her in one fell swoop. her family. her friends. her love. it would've broken her.

pete reeling up to throw what should've been a devastating right hook to protect steph, only to get knocked aside by max's otherworldly power

and then we get the absolute whiplash of grace fucking a ghost

SPEAKING OF WHICH bro!!! angela put her whole christianussy into that performance. grace knew she had one chance to seduce max into taking what she cherished most and she thought "welp. might as well open up all the repression i've shoved into this box"

"WHAT. THE FUCK. IS HHHAPPENING RIGHT NOW." you're watching the mating ritual of two toxic lesbians

thank god they didn't caption the sex noises because if i knew what grace and max were saying the whole time i'd be in shambles

steph + pete slowly looking over and breaking into a giant grin as grace gets NASTY with it is so funny to me. pete looks genuinely touched by the experience while steph is learning something new about herself

grace smoking her first cigarette immediately after boning down is so goofy to me

you can see the moment where steph and pete realize what grace did, even if it's out of frame in the proshot. steph whips around to look up at pete, while pete seems to stumble back a bit. when their faces are in frame again, they both look quietly concerned for grace, like they're trying to process what she gave up for their sake.

the shot of max looking up at the lights, eyes and makeup perfectly illuminated as he witnesses (what can only be) the true forms of the Lords In Black - creatures which he didn't even know existed, considering their involvement was very distant in max's resurrection... CHEF'S KISS

also the eyes-rolled-back exorcism of max is so fucking incredible actually??? very slay of him

CUTE TEACHER IS BACK!!! i love her she's so girlypop

cawwww caw! <3 <3 <3

THEY GOT TO GO TO HOMECOMING TOGETHER!!!!! <3

their little conspiratorial giggles as they scuttle away from shapiro i fucking LOVE THEM

grace is so evil in the intro to Best Of You i love that for her

BLINK 182 / OWL CITY AHH SONG <3 it's such a bop

not something i saw, but something i heard: the staged version where the lights went out after Best Of You being the "good" end is so cute actually! i love that the actors and tech people like to include alternate endings / stories based off of different actor portrayals and mishaps is such a fun way to provide variety for audiences

(for example: jon has mentioned he played Inevitable in TGWDLM two different ways. he either plays it like paul isn't infected, but is trying to convince emma to fake it with him so they don't get force-infected... or he plays it like paul is truly dead, and he's part of the hivemind. the proshot version of TGWDLM is a case of the latter, where paul truly was infected.)

grace tricking jason into kissing her on the cheek, only to punish him for it... girl you TOLD him to do that? bruh

i do stand for women's wrongs tho she's so slay for this

poor jason has a literal fear boner bc grace goes on her villain arc

the audience collectively going "OHHHHH" as they realize that grace is reprising the NPMD song is so insane

"darkness will spare my soul" GOES SO HARDDDDDD

#nerdy prudes must die #nerdy prudes spoilers #hatchetfield #the wolf barks

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just-jordie-things · 3 years ago

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(Please Don’t) Leave Me Alone - Richie Tozier

word count: 3142 warnings: swearing, mentions of being drugged summary: maybe richie ignoring you had more reason to it than you thought. maybe he was just... jealous? ___

Looking back on it now, going to a party by herself was probably the worst idea (y/n’s) ever had. Not because she disliked parties, she loved them, but she’d always gone in a group, or with a friend. Tonight, she’d gone completely alone.

She’d thought it would be exciting, she could do whatever she wanted, and stay as late or leave as early as she pleased, not having to wait for a friend hooking up with a stranger or a ride home. She could drink to no end and meet new people- it was a good idea, in theory.

Except now, she was trapped between a rock and a hard place. Meaning the wall, and Steven Matson’s arm. Earlier the attention had been welcomed, she didn’t mind being flirted with by a cute guy, it’d been a while since anyone had flirted with her, honestly, so it was very welcomed.

There was once a time where she didn’t really have to worry about that kind of attention, because she used to always get it from-

“Want me to get you another drink?” The boy in front of her asked, shaking her thoughts.

“Hm? Oh,” She nods, handing him her empt cup. “Yeah, sure, thanks”

He grins in response before leaving. And she doesn’t realize that she’s been holding her breath until she sighs, and slumps back against the wall.

Steven’s not that exciting, she realizes. He’s been chatting her ear off for the past- who knows, hour, maybe? And she couldn’t recall a single thing he’d said. It wasn’t due to the alcohol either. He was just that simple.

He wasn’t ugly, though.

Running her hands through her hair, she wished that she had a tie to pull it back, because it was suddenly very hot in the room, and it was all she could focus on. The smell of sweat from dancing and bustling bodies, and how much heat they generated in this small room. She wanted to head outside for a breath of fresh air, but there was no way she could make it out and back in time to see Steven.

She made a glance towards the door, just out of curiosity, to see if she could run there and back. But her eyes landed elsewhere.

On a tall, curly mop of haired figure that had just wandered in.

Richie’s eyes met hers, and she darted her gaze elsewhere with an inhumane speed.

Richie Tozier was her best friend, or at least he used to be. In the past month he’d been shutting her out, until eventually he was more of a ghost than a friend at all. She didn’t know what she did, or what happened that made him not want to hang out with her anymore, but it was no use trying to ask, because anytime she tried to talk to him, he’d vanish.

At first it was heartbreaking, because she’d known him for so long, and she thought that they were close enough to talk through any rough patch they could go through. But as time went on and Richie pushed himself further away, (y/n) only became annoyed, and was a bit more eager to let him do whatever he wanted.

And if he wanted nothing to do with her, then fine. She wasn’t going to beg him to stay.

Even though she really, really wanted to.

“Hope you didn’t miss me too much”

(y/n) nearly jumped when Steven appeared in front of her, one arm caging her in while he handed her a drink. She gave him a short, weak smile, and backed herself up until the wall wouldn’t allow her to move away any further. The flaw in this plan, however, is that Steven just followed, and the space between them was even shorter.

“Course not” She mumbled back, and was about to take a drink from her cup, before she noticed the strange fizzing at the bottom.

Great. He spiked it with something.

She let out a soft sigh, lifting the cup to her lips and pretending to take a sip, so that he wouldn’t realize she caught on to his dumb scheme.

Tonight couldn’t have gone more terribly.

“So, whaddya say you and I go somewhere else?”

(y/n) looked up at him, eyes bored, and a eyebrow raised as if to say ‘really?’.

“Somewhere, huh?” She hums, only for her own entertainment. “Like where?”

“Well we could go upstairs…” He suggested, leaning in closer. It took a lot of energy for her not to shrink away.

God his breath smelled like beer.

“Or to my car out front,” He continued. “Or honestly, we could just-”

“Alright pal,” (y/n) pushed her hand into his arm, and began to shove him away so she could leave. “It’s not happening”

With that, she began to walk off, tossing her drugged drink to the ground carelessly.

“Wait wait wait,” Steven spun around, snatching her arm in his hand so she’d stop. “But all night you-”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She snapped at him, yanking her arm to get it of his hold, but he was much stronger than her. “Steven let go-”

“You’re such a fucking tease, (y/n),” He snarled, the playful and flirty voice long gone. “Leading me on all night long, and now you’re acting like you don’t want this”

There’s a split second where she’s genuinely afraid of him, because his grip is unrelenting, and the look in his eyes suggests that he doesn’t care whether she gives in willingly or not.

And as soon as the idea of yelling for help crosses her mind, the feeling is gone.

Because she’s torn away from Steven’s hold, and there’s a secure hold around her waist.

“Why don’t you fuck off, Matson” A voice mutters.

All of the fear she’d previously felt disappeared, and it’s replaced by the surprise of having Richie right there next to her, keeping her firmly held against his side.

He’s being protective.

Steven rolls his eyes, obviously not giving a shit about Richie’s little display. He scoffs, glancing from Richie to (y/n).

“Come on, why don’t you tell your little guard dog here that you can speak for yourself, and that he can go and fuck off now?” Steven asks.

(y/n) scoffs, staring at him with disgust, and honestly, she should spit on him. She wants to spit on him, fuck she really wants to step forward and spit right on his face-

“Matson, I swear to fucking god, if another shitty fucking thing comes out of your mouth, I’ll break it,” Richie’s hand is tightening on her hip, and he’s pushing her behind him a bit. “Seriously, walk away”

He’s practically growling, and even when they were friends she’d never seen him so… angry.

“Richie fucking Tozier why are you here being a buzzkill?” Steven spat out, taking a daring step forward. “She clearly doesn’t even give a shit about you, so why don’t you just-”

The loud crack of skin on skin was a sharp echo, and anyone in a five foot radius could hear the burning sensation on Steven’s cheek.

(y/n) was panting, and she shook out her hand, because the slap stung her palm more than she thought it would.

“Fuck you” She muttered to the boy who was holding his cheek and whining like a baby.

She cast a glance towards Richie for a short moment, before shoving past him and making her way to the door. She was done with this night, this party, she just wanted to go home and curl up into a ball under her blankets and forget all of this had happened.

Of course, she wasn’t able to leave that easy, and as soon as she walked out the door, someone hollered for her.

She looked back at Richie, before shaking her head, and continuing her trek.

“What do you want?” She muttered, leaving him no choice but to chase after her in order to catch up.

She barely even looked at him.

“Jesus, (y/n/n), give me some credit, I’m here to make sure you’re okay”

“Wow,” She rolls her eyes. “Thanks. Really,”

Her voice is monotone, so he knows she doesn’t mean it, and it’s annoying, but she continues before he can come up with some witty snap back remark.

She stops in her tracks, whirling around and shoving an accusatory finger into his chest. He stumbles backward, caught off guard from the sudden action, but he catches his footing, left to watch her explode.

“Thanks for showing up, and for being there. Wow, Richie. Just… wow”

It’s more of a simmer than an explosion, but it feels just as bad.

(y/n) starts to walk off again, but Richie just runs up to her side again.

“For fucks sake (y/n)- will you pause for just a second-?”

“No!” She shouts, shaking her head furiously. “No, Rich, I won’t, I’m not going to- I- I can’t wait for you anymore, I’m tired of waiting for you,” Her voice cracks, and he knows that if she starts crying right now, then he’s going to break. “So can you please just… just go back to icing me out because it was honestly easier”

She sniffles, and turns away to walk home in peace. It hurts to walk away but she’s just so tired of his bullshit. Never before had her own body felt so heavy, each step making her bed more and more enticing.

Richie didn’t say anything, but he kept walking next to her.

She looked up at him, teary eyes narrowed, and her brow furrowed in a glare, but Richie just shrugged his shoulders.

“Well I’m not gonna let you walk yourself home alone at this time of night,” He said, and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “So you’ll just have to put up with me for the next ten minutes”

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes again, but doesn’t give him the benefit of a remark, opting instead to keep her mouth shut.

She makes it a whole minute before feeling compelled to say something.

“What were you even doing there?” She muttered out, wrapping her arms around herself tightly. “I thought you hated parties now”

He lets out a chuckle, earning another glare from the girl.

“To come save you, obviously,” He teases, which she definitely doesn’t appreciate. “I just thought I’d give it a shot, seeing as I had nothing else going on tonight”

She didn’t know what she wanted to hear, but that certainly wasn’t it. And Richie could tell, because she was frowning.

“Are you mad?” He asked with a chuckle.

“You did not just fucking ask me that” She mutters back.

“(y/n), you asked, what did you want me to say?” He asks, and she just scoffs.

“I didn’t need you to swoop in like some hero and rescue me, Richie,” She told him. “You might find this hard to believe, but I’ve actually learned to live on my own now thank you very much. And with that means I can protect myself, I don’t need you to-”

“Alright, I get it,” He mutters. “Your ‘standing back and doing nothing’ was your way of standing up for yourself,” He says, and before (y/n) can argue, he’s muttering again. “My apologies, I didn’t realize you had that handled. Which is why I came over to help your ass-”

“Alright, that’s enough-”

“-which would have been his, by the way, had I not intervened”

“Congratu-fucking-lations!” (y/n) shrieked. “Go ahead and pat yourself on the fucking back then. What do you want from me? Huh? Do you really think I would’ve let Steven fucking Matson have his way with me?”

“No, I don’t think that,” Richie mumbled. “But I didn’t like the way he was looking at you. Or grabbing you like that-”

“Wow,” (y/n) rolled her eyes. “I honestly didn’t think you still gave a fuck”

Richie looked down at her, but she’d rendered him speechless, so he didn’t say anything. He looked forward as they walked in silence for a little while longer.

It was silent until they got to her porch.

She looked up at him, with a sad sort of expression, like looking at him broke her heart. And quite frankly, it did.

“Thanks for walking me home, Richie,” She said in a soft mutter. “You can go back to forgetting about me now”

She turned to walk inside, but his hand stopped her. It wrapped around her wrist delicately, in a hold much more gentle than Steven had her in earlier. If she wanted, she could tug her arm away and go inside. If she wanted.

“For the fucking record,” Richie muttered down to her, voice so low it was almost in a growl like it had been earlier. “I wasn’t icing you out because I wanted to. You think I want to? For fucks sake (y/n), I couldn’t be around you anymore because I was so goddamn in love with you that it hurt being around you when you obviously didn’t feel the same way. You don’t know how much it fucking sucks being friendzoned by you. I thought it was going to be easier not having you around, than having you right in front of me, and out of reach,”

Her heart is pounding, and she could feel it everywhere. From her chest to her stomach to her through to her cheek to the very tips of her fingers- she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Richie had been in love with her? It was almost too good to be true, and normally she wouldn’t believe it, but she could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice, he’d never been more serious about anything.

“I’m sorry for doing it,” He continues. “But if I hadn’t, I would’ve lost my fucking mind”

“That’s such bullshit,” (y/n) mumbles, her breath hitching in her throat. “You shut me out because you had feelings for me?” She asks, and Richie furrows his brows, offended by the outburst. “Did you ever think about- I don’t know- just telling me?” She asks with a humorless laugh. “I mean, jesus Richie, we would’ve been together this whole fucking time, but instead you make me think that you hate me and you shut me out-”

“Hold on- stop- you liked me?” Richie asks, shocked by her off-handed confession.

“Liked you?” (y/n) repeats breathlessly. “Richie, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, you fucking dumbass-”

She raises her hand up to shove him in the chest, but he captures it with his own before leaning over and kissing her. It’s sudden, so sudden that she trips on nothing but the sheer surprise of his lips on hers, but Richie’s arm wraps around her waist, securing her against him.

A sigh escapes her, one of content and safety, and she melts against him, almost becoming a puddle on her doorstep. The hand in his is held tightly against his chest, and the other is gripping his shoulder, keeping her balanced.

He kisses her again, quickly, before she can completely pull away. Just in case she decides to walk through her door and never look at him again.

When they part, it’s slow, and his hand flies up to cup her cheek, a quick but gentle action, and his thumb traces over her cheekbone with a featherlight touch.

Her eyes are still shut, and she blindly leans forward a bit, close enough that when she whispers, he feels it against his lips.

“Are you gonna go back to ignoring me?”

He chuckles, stealing another quick peck, before shaking his head.

She finally opens her eyes, and instantly, there’s a smile on her lips.

“I guess that depends, on if you want to go out with me tomorrow night?”

“To a party?” She asks.

“No, of course not,” Richie shakes his head. “Anything else, literally anything else” He murmurs, and she grins even wider, nodding her head.

“Yeah, yeah anything else sounds good to me” She agrees softly.

She’s still nodding, in a shaky sort of way, and Richie has to cup her face in both hands to get her to stop.

“Okay,” He hums. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow, then”

“Okay,” She repeats. “I’ll see you tomorrow”

He gives her a grin, before letting go of her, and stepping back.

“Alright then” He hums.

She watches him go, a delighted smile on her face. Her heart is still pounding in her chest, and she thinks it might never stop.

“Wait, Rich,”

She calls when he’s descended her front steps, and she’s quick to race up to him, wrap her arms around him, and lean over the few inches that she’s towered above him, and kiss him one more time.

His arms encircle her waist, holding her flush against his chest. She’s on her tiptoes on the step, and one of her feet lifts off the ground, both from the bliss and from Richie picking her up, just a little bit.

“I just wanted one more,” She murmured, and Richie laughed, kissing her quickly once more, and then again. “Okay, Romeo,” She sighed. “You better go home before my parents come out and see us”

“Fine, fine,” He sighed, and backed away, reluctantly releasing her from his arms. “Tomorrow”

“Tomorrow” She says back.

She combs her fingers through his hair for a second, before turning and actually heading inside.

With a content sigh, she leans her back against the front door, eyes falling shut as her mind wandered to the events of the night. It was ridiculous, how quick of a turn things went. And now, she was going to see Richie tomorrow, for a date. She couldn't believe it.

“Who was that boy?” A voice asked, making her perk up, and realize her mother had been waiting there at the door.

“Richie,” (y/n) replied. “He walked me home”

“Richie your friend?” Her mother replied. “You’re friends again?”

(y/n) grinned, nodding her head.

“Well, I’m going to bed,” She said. “G’night, mom-”

“You’re dating this boy, now?”

“Richie,” (y/n) reminded, pausing on the steps to look down at her. “And yes, I- I think I am”

Her mother shakes her head, and lets out a small scoff.

“Really, (y/n)? Of all your options-”

“Oh, fuck off,” (y/n) laughs, trying not to listen too closely to the harsh words. “Don’t go acting like you give a shit now”

She ascends the stairs, and forgets about her mother’s cruel idea of parenting. It won’t matter tomorrow, though. So she thinks about tomorrow. Because she’s gotten Richie back, and he’s all hers now.

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Bambi, Ch. 2, Ghost

You are my Bambi, girl, I am your candy, tell me what are you waiting for?

Summary: As an archaeologist who works on the Ancient Greece, you were on the verge of excavations’ session. While you have been preparing your team, you learned that your institute decided on your team has to work with another team as they wanted the outcome as a collaboration. The head of other team was your biggest rival, a scumbag in your eyes: Byun Baekhyun.

You two were supposed to work together for three months, in a Greek Island, Chios.

Could you manage to not kill Byun Baekhyun for three months?

Chapter Summary: Byun Baekhyun and the Reader remember the day they spent in UN Village together while they are heading to Chios. (Guys, this chapter, which is dedicated to the beginning of their relationship, is going to be two parts, otherwise it is going to be more than 20k lol)

Word Count: 11k

Content: AU, heavily Greek mythology, enemies to lovers.

Warnings: Well, the story contains NSFW/Smut, please minors do not continue.

Note: This story will be 7 or 8 chapters if I will not change my mind in the meantime. It is inspired by my major; however, I do not have a complete knowledge on archaeology, I am a historian. If I will make a technical mistake, please let me know. I am willing to receive any kind of feedback; you are more than welcomed to drop a message.

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Chapter 2: Ghost

5 years ago, Hannam-dong

Even if I want you so much it drives me crazy

You ghost

Even if I want and call for you all night long

You came to me and left without a word

You ghost, you ghost

You want to go crazy all night, you plead

You ghost

You disappeared again without a trace

“What type of sadistic and sick person could say that we have to work here?” you cursed between your teeth, you jaw clenched because of pure anger. “How do they expect us to do our job in the middle of fucking super-ultra-rich people?”

“Get used to it.” Junmyeon flinched your forehead, but his frustration was oblivious, even though he was doing definitely better than you. “Where is Baekhyun?”

“I do not know.” you recklessly pointed to the expensive cars on the road. “Maybe he was looking for a sugar mommy.”

“As your sunbae,” Minseok hit you. “I would like to remind you to hold on your manners.”

“Someone has to give a speech on manners to him.” your eyebrows knitted together. “Not to me.”

“Both of you,” Kyungsoo nonchalantly spoke. “need a really good beaten session, since both of you have no idea on how to behave.”

You threw the book you were holding to Kyungsoo, but he was too quick and easily saved himself from your unexpected attack.

“I am here, right?” you hissed. “Where the heck is that bastard? He always disappears when it comes to work, why do you hold me in the same esteem with him?”

“Because you are definitely a copy of Baekhyun.” Chanyeol laughed at your god-fucking-damn-it-so-horrible face expression. “Let’s face with the fact, Indy. Everyone knows that Baekhyun is a disciplined student, just as you are, badmouthed, just as you are.”

“Are you talking about me?” Baekhyun popped out of nowhere. “I heard you are praising me less than the way I deserve.”

Your face could be described as disgusted, but this would be the kindest way of telling how your appearance was. Actually, you wanted to punch his narcissistic self-perspective, to shake his cage in order to give him the lesson he deserved, but you did not want to be scolded by Junmyeon again. You just walked away from him, needing to put a safe distance between yourself and Baekhyun.

God, if you could run away to space, you would do it in order to not infuse with the same air with Baekhyun.

You disliked him, you disliked the way of his well-being, you disliked his velvety voice, his lame jokes, his sharp remarks, you disliked everything about Byun Baekhyun.

And you hated yourself because of finding him very handsome. Sometimes, you caught yourself, staring at Baekhyun, forgetting how to breath properly. His face was like a gift of God himself; his body ratio made you to say oh-my-fucking-god.

Thank God, he had the most annoying character, because if he had a good personality, you knew that you would fall in love over the heels with him.

“What kind of idiot chained us here?” Baekhyun asked to Junmyeon. “Fuck’s sake, what the heck we are going to here? Digging beneath the Richie riches’ villas?”

Chanyeol bite his lips before looking at you, silently reminding your own words and his remarks about being very same with Baekhyun. You did not back off, staring at Chanyeol with all frustration went through your veins, causing Chanyeol to laugh. Baekhyun hit his head, then walked towards Junmyeon to take his own tool bag.

You hated him for this, too. He was acting like he was a superior, like he was better than any of you, and what got your nerves badly was no one scold him as they would scold you if you would do the same things.

“Yeah, I am like this scumbag who does not carry even his own stuff, huh?” you literally sizzled between your teeth, Chanyeol and Kyungsoo heard your annoyed voice, but they preferred to keep their silence. Your hate was not a secret for the team, everyone was aware of the fact that putting you and Baekhyun was a dangerous decision since he also loathed you.

But to your dismays, you were the brightest students Sejong could always play on.

“Seriously what we are going to do?” Baekhyun repeated his question because he really did not have a single clue.

“Didn’t you read the mail Sejong sent us?” Jongdae asked him, raising one eyebrow. Baekhyun shrugged his shoulder, you bit your lower lip in order keep your frustration under your control. What a bastard!

“We have to visit UN Village, there are seven neighbourhood where we have to go and collect the permissions of the residents.” Junmyeon run his hand through his hair. He was already on the verge of cracking since he was the one who had to deal with a lot of capricious upper-class members in order to complete this fucking task. He wished nothing but changing his path, he started to think like the field was not his cup of tea, but before resigning from leadership, he wanted to find a good candidate who could lead the team.

He wanted you to be that leader. You and Baekhyun. Heretofore, Junmyeon laid his eyes on both of you and your abilities persuaded him to nominate your names when he could propose an election. He did not want to be a fieldperson, he wished to stay in his office, but at the same time, he could not inherit his legacy, Godfuckingdamnit Junmyeon’s did his best in order to engrave his name as one of the most successful captains, to anyone but the best. Yet, Junmyeon had no idea how to put you in good terms, since you were like a cat and dog, and Chanyeol, that giant idiot, used every opportunity to fan the flames, even that silent Kyungsoo enjoyed watching intangible scuffles between you and Baekhyun.

Junmyeon has been sensing that the team was becoming aware of the situation and camping as two different poles. Jongdae, Shinhye and Minseok were setting off closer to you while Chanyeol, Kyungsoo and the newbie, Jongin have been shifting to Baekhyun’s side. Damn, Junmyeon could not let it to be happen. He needed all of you under the same umbrella, especially you and Baekhyun had to stay together. He was seeing a great potential of you, if you could combine your powers, you were going to be the perfect team. Period.

“Let’s split into teams.” his eyes wandered around all of you. “We are eight, if we can divide ourselves into four teams, we will finish the job easier and quicker.”

“Yeah, you are right.” Kyungsoo approved. “I am going to take Chanyeol.”

“Are you my superior, dumbass?” Chanyeol hit his shoulder, but he was laughing. “I am with Kyungsoo.”

“Good.” Junmyeon inhaled. “Shinhye, you are with Jongdae.”

You automatically stirred next to Minseok, however you shuttered after hearing Junmyeon’s next orders.

“Indy, you and Baekhyun are together, Minseok, let’s go.”

“What?!” you immediately stopped and hissed at Junmyeon. “Am I with who?”

Jongdae realized the storm before seeing the clouds, clever as always, he disappeared while dragging Shinhye with him. You even did not notice, but Chanyeol’s smile widened, Kyungsoo smirked, and they rushed to their own direction.

Only four of you were standing on the pavement, you were throwing daggers to Junmyeon with your eyes. Baekhyun was nonchalantly looking at Junmyeon, while Minseok could not find a way to break the tension.

Junmyeon was cool as a cucumber.

“You are with Baekhyun.” he repeated his words, sounding like he was condemning you with execution. “What? Do you have a rejection?”

“Yes!” you exploded without thinking. “Why shou-

“Believe me,” Baekhyun interrupted your words, he was indifferent to your frustration. “I did not beg for being in the same team with you.”

“Did I claim that?” you swiftly turned on your tiptoes. “Did I say you are eager to be with me?”

“It would be the greatest joke you could make.” Baekhyun winked to you. “But you are not so into the entertainment, right?”

“Baekhyun,” Minseok noisily cleared his throat. “I am not sur-

“What do you know about me?” you heard your own voice. “This is why we cannot work together, you always make assumptions out of your ass, instead I work as organized, with the facts and tangible proofs.”

“What do you know about me?” Baekhyun coldly smiled at you, you could not describe its impacts on you, that smile had you wanting to punch him at the same time ignited some fires in your lower stomach. “We barely talk, have you been watching me all the time?”

“You wish.” you took a deep breath. “You are not worth my time.”

“Oh,” his eyes glimmered with a menacing luminescence. “I am deeply wounded.”

“If you are done,” Junmyeon raised his hands to the air. “We have to work.”

“Jun-

“Young lady,” Baekhyun barged on. “They did not teach you this, so it’s up to me but we are not in kindergarten anymore.”

You had to admit, no one could get your nerves till now like Baekhyun did.

You had to admit, you hated being called as a kid. Junmyeon’s eyes blown up when Baekhyun labelled you as a kid, before he could open his mouth, you stared at Baekhyun.

“I can see why we could be a team.” you took the directional instructions from Junmyeon’s hand. “A kindergarten kid has to take care of a cry baby while the adults have to work.”

Baekhyun’s eyebrows furrowed, but you wholly ignored his visible annoyance, and started to walk. Junmyeon was looking at your back with a little bit concerned face, but he knew that he did what he had to do.

You were going to scold Junmyeon in the following hours of the day, however, now your job was teaching a couple of lessons on manners to this scumbag who has been walking beside you.

You spent the first hour in a total silence, talking only if the occasion called for it. The tension between you and Baekhyun was solid, someone could cut it with a knife without any problem. Baekhyun was bored to death, he never plan to have a day like this, he wanted to enjoy everything he did, he thought he could be with Chanyeol or Kyungsoo, having fun to death.

Instead, he was trapped with you.

The only girl he loathed to the bits.

He could not endure to hear your voice, even though you talked with the residents very kindly and respectfully. He had to admit that you were doing a good job, but it did not change anything he felt for you. He had been cursing Junmyeon since he put you two in the same task, however, he knew that if Junmyeon wanted something from Baekhyun, he would do it without question. Baekhyun could be many things, but he was loyal to his friends, and Junmyeon had a special place in his heart.

Also, behind the curtains of his hate, he could see why Junmyeon gave you to him. Although you were an abominable bitch, an obnoxious creature, a walking blasphemy, and a hate crime, Baekhyun did not think you could be an offspring of a lovely or healthy relationship, he was sure your parents were diabolical beasts, to his disappointment, you were reallyclever.

He wished you could be more reliable person, so he could work with you.

Baekhyun did not like to confess, yet he was aware of the fact that he desperately needed his own Evelyn O’Connor. Someone who could play the game with him, as his trustable partner in crime. He was extremely close to Chanyeol and Kyungsoo, but they were not equal to his wits and ambitions. Sometimes he was brassed off the conversations, time to time he found them boring and lame. His logic was faster than his mates, actually he was longing for nothing, but someone was equal to his high-speed brain.

You could be the one he was searching for, but you were made of poison, greed, and wickedness. Even if he would be blessed by the Heavens, he could not agree to work someone with you.

“Your Highness,” he heard your fucking voice. “We have to visit at least twelve houses more; do you mind hurrying up?”

“The only thing I mind is your fucking attitude.” he gritted his teeth. “Give the plan to me.”

“So, you can destroy everything I organized properly?” you smirked. “I do not think so.”

“Organized?” Baekhyun cocked his eyebrow. “Organized, my ass. Didn’t you lose Park Sangwan’s house? Twice?”

“Look who is talking.” the red of embarrassment slightly painted your cheeks and ears. “The one who had no idea about today’s plans.”

“At least I did not lose my fucking way and circled around the same house almost for half an hour.”

“And the award goes to Byun Baekhyun for his greatest achievements.” you gave back the wink to him, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Oh, breaking news. No achievement no award.”

Baekhyun took it personally since you two competed to each other as the finalists of last academic year. Your project was accepted as the winner while Baekhyun received only a certificate. You hit the lotto, he had to watch you, walking to the stage with a bright smile tugged on your lips.

Still, he could vividly remember the little smirk you gave to him that night when they announced your name.

“You did it consciously.” his jaw clenched. “That night. When they called you as the winner. You immediately turned to me just to annoy me.”

“It seems, I achieve my goal.” your smirk widened, a glistening layer of fun covered your face. “Were you disappointed?”

“Yeah, of course.” he did not miss a single second. “I was disappointed of the professors, I was believing they were cleverer than me, but their choice showed me they were nothing but idiots.”

“Could you smell the air, Baekhyun?” you asked with a serious face. He was confused for a second, you never ask a question to him or call him by his name, but before he could register, you tucked the words in his throat. “Oh, jealousy, my favourite.”

“Darling,” Baekhyun swallowed hard. “There is no single living soul who can be low enough to jealous you in this universe.”

That was not quite truth, because Baekhyun not only remembered your revengeful smile but also how you were looking like that day. He could paint you on canvas by closed eyes, and he would not miss a single detail.

And he was a little bit jealous on that day. Not only because he lost over to you, but also because of the people around you. You annoyed him not only with your award, but also with your closeness to the other men.

Despite of your usual oversize clothes or no makeup policy, you chose to present yourself in a different style. Your hair was perfectly combed, your makeup highlighted your face features, and you were wearing a little light blue dress which tightly caressed your body. Baekhyun, or none of your classmates knew that you had curves for example till that night and to Baekhyun’s dismay, you had a really good body. You were a minion, your beauty was very soft and although he really hated to admit this, you were a view for the spectators. Maybe not the prettiest, but you had something had people looking at you, liking you, desiring you.

You had an aura which was enough to make your biggest enemy to silently acknowledged that you were attractive.

“Maybe, there is no one.” you shrugged your shoulder. “But youwere eager to low yourself, huh?”

You did not forget the look on Baekhyun’s face when Professor Kim called you to the stage. You were sure as fuck, he was cursing you but also there was something else, glowing in his eyes. Something you could not describe, but you could see the same emotion in your reflection when you saw Baekhyun with that crowd of girls.

Rarely.

But still you knew that feeling.

That ceremony was hard for you, of course you were over the moon because of your achievement, that project opened you some fresh opportunities and proved that despite of being a junior, you were more than a bachelor student. You proved your talents and abilities to yourself by winning the first place, you completed a step, made your first goal come true.

And you nailed Byun Baekhyun’s coffin. It was worth of every minute you spent sleepless, your tears and sweats, the hours in library, the hours in front of the plan of Gyeongbokgung Palace and search for the most logical and safest ways of conducting an excavation around the palace.

Your ideas were chosen over Baekhyun’s ideas, and you were aware of the quality of the solutions he proposed.

You were proud of yourself.

It was the bare truth that Baekhyun’s face were singing to you just as your favourite band could sing, seeing his face just like someone fed him with cucumbers was equal to being accepted into your dream field, Chios’ excavations, as the chief archaeologist.

But you were annoyed.

You could not happily taste your success. You could not feel its flavour on your tongue buds.

Because of that bastard looked fucking magnificent in that bloody black suit.

You have been told about the dress code you had to follow, however no one, not a single soul managed to catch his level of looking good in a suit.

You were annoyed because your taste in men was exactly equal to Byun Baekhyun. He had everything you could ask for, he was devilishly charming, there was even no need for words to describe him, he was beautiful.

And he was the only one you hated the most.

Every girl in the room was drooling over him, to your dismay, just like you. You felt that feeling in your stomach, a pain which was spinning, spinning, and spinning, causing a tornado inside of your stomach.

Was it jealousy?

“I already noticed your ignorance about the feelings.” Baekhyun could not control himself anymore and grabbed your shoulder, turning you to the opposite direction. “We have to follow this fucking street, or we will be lost again.”

“Have you been observing me, Baekhyunnie? That’s so cute.” you ignored the second part of his words, just starting to walk on the direction he instructed to you.

“Observing you takes a minute, baby girl, since there is nothing to see.” he answered but he found it interesting when you called him as Baekhyunnie. “You are a spoiled brat.”

“Hop, that hurts.” you pouted, pressed your fist on your chest, faking a whimper. “Would you like to tame this spoiled brat?”

You started to think that you went nuts.

“In your dreams.” Baekhyun laughed, but he literally lost himself in the fucking possibilities you could be tamed by him. “You have to wait a couple of centuries for someone who can be willing to be with you.”

You chuckled but preferred to keep your silence after his words. Damn, your sudden quietude caught Baekhyun’s attention more. Why didn’t you not attack to him? Why didn’t you give him a sharp answer as you should have?

Why you chuckled like there was a line at your door?

Was it?

Baekhyun pondered that instead of the fact that you were generally with a small group of friends, to both of your dismays your common friends, he did not see you with strangers, so there could not a queue for your hand.

Could it be?

And why the fuck he should have care if there is a crowd for you or not? No one could want someone like you if they did not lose their mind.

But he cared. Fuck, he cared more than he wanted.

Because to his disappointment, he knew that there was a real cavalcade of knightly candidates for you.

“Okey,” you checked the time. “After this one, I am going to have lunch.”

“We are going to have lunch.” Baekhyun gritted his teeth. “I hate eating alone enough to endure your presence.”

“Didn’t you tell me there is no one who could want to be with me?” you snickered. “But you have no reservations about having lunch with me?”

“Imagine the situation I am in.” he grumbled. “The day gets better and better.”

You decided to annoy him, pushing him to the edges as much as you could do. The first response that came to your mind refusing him, but the other option was funnier. You could play with Byun Baekhyun, you could take your revenge by being a pain in the ass.

He said that he could endure your presence.

You could make him regretful of his words.

There was a very little smile tugged on your lips which you were not aware of, however, to his dismay, Baekhyun realized it.

Her lips are rosy and plump, he thought to himself. Even though he called you a spoiled brat, he was not sure of if you were a brat or not. Kiddos have not the type of lips, calling people for the kisses, like you. There was something, even during your cocky performances when you tried to beat the life out of him, although you always kept that dull and bored expression and acted like Baekhyun was not worth of your time, but there was something just in you.

Baekhyun swallowed down his own vomit when he admitted it to himself, and you have caught his glare.

“What?” you purred. “Can’t you take your eyes off me?”

“Who the hell wants to watch you?” he quickly collected his thoughts and put them in a fucking trail. “I am looking for a restaurant where we can have good food.”

After a permanent mutual ignorance session for years, his next words caught you off your guard.

“You like local foods, right?” he asked. “I guess the second shop on this street is famous for jjangmyeon and tteokbokki.”

Well, you had to admit that his questions made your brain a little bit foggy. How could he know that?

“Yeah.” for the first time in history, you did not come up with any sharp answer. “How about you?”

“As long as there is no cucumber or extremely sweet cuisine,” he started to walk. “I am fine.”

You heard that Baekhyun is really not in good terms with cucumber.

“Feel you.” you murmured in your mouth because you hated cucumbers as much as you hated Baekhyun. He swiftly look at you, you accompanied him on the street.

“We should celebrate.” he teased. “I said something, you just answered, and we did not have a fight.”

“This is a privilege for cucumbers.” you shrugged your shoulder, but you also felt that he did not buy your nonchalant tone. “I cannot stand them, mum loves it too much, I mean what type of person can love a cucumber? If I need water, I prefer to drink it.”

Your observation made him tilted his head back in that rumbling laugh of his, you were unwilling to join, but the corners of your mouth turned up slightly.

“Here we go.” He, as a gentleman, opened the door for you, you responded with the most neutral expression you could muster. “Oh, no thanks?”

“Thank you.” you rolled your eyes, however, despite of your strongly negative feelings against him, you do not like rudeness. “Sorry, that was insolence of me.”

“Your apology is fully accepted.” he winked, you hated that cocky tone, you hated yourself for falling into his trap. You passed him, went to a distanced table where it placed in the corner. You did not want to be seen as having a lunch with Baekhyun by your teammates.

Corner was fine.

“Oh, no.” he grabbed your arm, manhandled you to the tables of the center. “I will not let you escape. If they see us, let them to see.”

Your eyebrows knitted, your lips pressed to each other enough to form a thick line on your face, you could almost taste your growing anger. But at the same time, you realized that feeling his hand on your skin increased your heartbeats, you wanted to scream with self-hatred, but you bite down on your tongue as his hand quickly wandered to down, to your waist. He directed you to the most visible table from outside while you were fighting yourself in order to control your fucking pace of breathing.

Please, this could not be true, I could not be excited because of his touch, you thought.

This was not happening, what the fuck was happening?

Baekhyun was not so different from you, even though his face expression was not changed for a bit. He forced himself to take control, but it was really hard for him.

Your hate was reciprocated, right? You guys could not spend even a bloody minute in peace, the only thing you had was annoyance.

So, why you perfectly fit in his embrace just like you were made just to be under his arm?

Why Baekhyun wanted to tight his arm around your waist?

Why could you not say anything even though Baekhyun was literally holding you?

Why you felt like you were in the only place where you had to be for the rest of your days?

“Hi.” you heard the waitress who was a really beautiful girl. “Welcome to Sung’s String. How can I help you?”

Even though finishing her sentence, she begun to eye Baekhyun. You rolled your eyes and reached to the menu; to be honest, this show was not funny after seeing it for the million times. Every time, Sejong Team went outside for a drink, for a gathering or even for a museum trip, girls and sometimes boys gazing the members of Sejong Team just like they were idols or actors because of their good-looking. Eh, they were not wrong, you had to say that the Sejong Team included really, really, and really handsome boys from Baekhyun to Chanyeol, from Kyungsoo to Jongdae and these boys’ superiors were Kim oh-my-godJunmyeon and Kim lord-help-us Minseok.

Well…

You were already got used to the reactions coming from all around when Sejong Team showed their faces. You knew that both of insiders and outsiders of Sejong Institute called your team members as the Flower Boys or a shitty nickname like that.

“I would like to have a jjangmyeon without cucumbers, and a tteokbokki.” you turned the menu off. “With a light coke.”

“Coke?” Baekhyun mimicked you like he could not believe his ears. “Are you kidding? Everyone knows that you have to drink jasmine tea in order to help digestion.”

“Have you been majored in nutrition?” you gave him your bitchy resting face. “Shut the fuck up.”

“No coke.” he wholly ignored you and turned to the waitress who was watching him as drooling. “Please, we want two bowls of jjangmyeon, two tteokbokki, also please we would like to have kimbap and kimchi as the garnitures and of course a pot of jasmine tea.”

“Yeah!” she sounded weaker after Baekhyun conducted all power he had in his eyes to her. “Anything else?”

“I guess we are fine for the time being.” Baekhyun smiled to her, causing a flush of redness on her cheeks.

“I will be back as soon as possible.” the girl literally purred, Baekhyun’s eyes shined after her reaction. Little bastard. You did not want to think about it, but his visible joy had your stomach churned. You inhaled and took your book out of your bag.

“What are you doing?” Baekhyun glanced up at you, reached to take the book from your hands. “Having lunch together means conversation, are you going to read?”

“Give the book to me, Byun.” you kicked his foot under the table. “I know you do not know how to read and enjoy but that’s a good habit to have.”

“Yeah, I know that habit of you gives nothing but lonely hours in library.” he had no limits of shooting his arrows. “Have you ever tried something different for a change?”

“Like what?” you tried to get back your book. “Following your great example and dedicate my life to your favourite sport? Sorry, I have no interest in running after women by lolling my tongue out of my mouth.”

“Baby girl,” Baekhyun put your book in his leather bag. “You have no idea whose tongue lolls out of the mouth.”

You could not decide on what you hated the most. Baekhyun or the girls after Baekhyun? You concluded as both of them were equally horrible in your eyes.

“I am sure your stories are incredible.” you inhaled. “But I really do not like to hear the anecdotes of miserable women. Could you give the book back before I gauge your eyes off?”

“Nope.” he grinned. “I can bet on you are still a virgin but tell me if you have an affair or not, I would like to pay my condolences to your partner.”

He was already written as the first name in your list of most-hated-people, but suddenly became the first man to be written as the first enemy of a lifetime.

“Did you finish your own list of dead partners?” you raised one eyebrow. “Thinking of its length gives me chills.”

“No dead.” his grin widened from one ear to the other. “They just had some temporary heart problems due to the performances I gave to them.”

You opened your mouth to slap his face with the words, but the waitress came back to your table with a huge tray. She was placing every bowl and plate, actually fucking Baekhyun with her eyes, you literally hardly suppressed your instincts, telling you to warn her immediately.

But you were not honest with yourself about why you wanted to warn her. In the deep of your mind, but in very deep, you had been starting to realize that you disliked when the girls threw themselves to Baekhyun because you wanted them to stop. You did not like the scene because you did not want to share Baekhyun’s gaze with another person.

You were lying to yourself without realizing what was the real problem of you.

You loved Baekhyun from the beginning, even though he was a fucking tease and a bloody smartass. There was no other man for you, if someone could cut your chest, the only thing would be seen in your heart was his name.

But that would be the heaviest self-enlightenment, and you were definitely not ready for such as a thing. That’s why you unconsciously continued to trick yourself by disguising your own feelings from your own eyes.

You got the chopsticks and decided to have your lunch instead of burying yourself in the maze of thoughts. Baekhyun realized your discomfort, but he had no idea what the real reason of your mood was, whatever made you unhappy was more than okey for him. He could be happy as long as you were sorrowful.

“You still not give an answer to the question.” he was persistent on pushing your limits. “Do you have a relationship?”

“Why are you curious?” you took a mouthful amount of jjangmyeon. How much you wanted to stuff these noodle strings into his throat, suffocating him to death. “If you want to send a bouquet, please note that I love blue roses.”

“You are really a virgin, huh?” Baekhyun diabolically grinned, you could swear on you saw the red halo over his head.

“Darling, you cannot make me angry by stating what is obvious.” you smiled back, there was no reason holding it back, you were always open on these issues, and a sick part of you wanted to tell him to see his reaction. “Yeah, I am a virgin.”

“Do you conservatively follow a church?” his chin dropped a few inches. “How could it be possible with all the boys who try to seduce you?”

Well, you did not expect to hear this.

“Come on,” Baekhyun continued. “I always see you with a bunch of men, do you really think they are following you only for friendship?”

“On the contrary of you and your limit-does-not-exist type of libido, people can build the bonds of affinity.”

“Only when they do not search for an open door to sneak in.” Baekhyun pointed his chopsticks to your face. “Telling you, I can name at least six permanent names in the waiting room.”

You did not see the hidden meaning of his words, however, Baekhyun was already became regretful, he silently prayed for your ignorance and blindness were going to keep him safe. Because he gave you the biggest clue of his interest in you by stating he could give even names.

He still did not understand how he could know everything about you or why he always put a brick on the ways of the candidates for you, but he did. Hell, he was unapologetically finding a way to prevent the boys who liked you and no one could understand it was Baekhyun. He always came up with a solution in order to intimate them, put them back off. You were not aware but Baekhyun always appeared around you when he thought a candidate was close to you more than he supposed to be.

He already put his stamina on you as his girl, but he was not aware of his own actions. He was not aware of what he has been doing, how he was persistently looking for you, searching for your face in every class or harmoniously living with your voice. It was like your breathing was singing to his ears, and he was dancing with your melody.

Baekhyun did not understand but he was yours.

“I am not sure what you think,” you sipped from jasmine tea with self-confidence. “But there is no such a fucking waiting room.”

“You are really blind.” Baekhyun chewed a rice cake, generously dipping it into the gochujang sauce. “Don’t you think Oh Seunghwan is acting like more than a friend? Or Jang Jeongbun? Jesus, even you really cannot be that much idiot.”

Baekhyun was right for the first time in history. You were nothing more than a retard because you really did not understand the behind the scenes of his words. He was unconsciously giving you the signs of his interests in you, but you were so naïve to see.

“They are my friends, Baekhyun.” you rolled your eyes back. “I know grasping the nature of different relationships is hard for you, but people can be nothing but friends. No need to add tensions or searching for hidden meanings.”

Every time you vocalized his fucking name, Baekhyun felt its impact went straight to his dick, and he hated himself for that.

You were not the type of people who could be okey with the target of teasing. You wanted to play, you wanted to be enhanced by it, sinking into the waves of the game.

And even Baekhyun did not admit it in his head, he believed you were the most attractive girl he has been known because of you always corresponded to his moves and cards.

“How about you?” you immediately played your reverse card, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “I heard that you and your gorgeous looks which made entire school swoon and fantasize about you? Are you really called as the sexiest human being on the country?”

Your voice was the strongest indicator of your disbelief, he could be the biggest moron on planet Earth, nothing more nothing less.

Also, you were aware of those comments on Baekhyun more than you wished for. You kept everything you heard about him in your head, in the safest and the most secret file of your brain, refusing to think but keeping on unconsciously think about those speculations. You found them very suspicious, but not because of Baekhyun did not deserve to be called as the sexiest human being, you found those fantasies as unlikely because of Baekhyun had not that macho man stuff people were somehow attributing to him.

You had grown so sick from all of these dreams and comments, coming from every corner of school since Baekhyun was like a star.

And now, you had him seemed quite displeased with your tease.

“Only on the country?” he raised one eyebrow. “Shit, it seems I am not doing well.”

“Baby, you are coming after Park Chanyeol.” you sighed in joy of dancing on your tiptoes. “That’s a quite achievement, when you think.”

“Chanyeol?” he sighed in annoyance; you knew that you trapped his ego in a small box. “Coming after Chanyeol?”

“Yeah.” you gave the most nonchalant look to him. “Well, I can tell that’s quite unfair since Flower Boys includes really strong names such as Kyungsoo or Junmyeon but… Poor girls, they have to be lunatic to put you after Chanyeol.”

“What do you think about these extremely distorted images of us?” Baekhyun angrily took a mouthful of jjangmyeon.

“Do you ask my list?” you crossed your hands over your chest, cooing with gleamy eyes. “I cannot believe that Byun Baekhyun, asking me, a poor peasant, for her list.”

Baekhyun’s eyes darkening, and you were not sure why your mood was changed from the pure need of mocking him to an excitement which you could not ignore. His voice was really screechy and boyish when he asked your list, and his voice giving you a different kind of pleasure. Not the pleasure of scolding him, but the delight of toying him, pushing him to the edge.

But you did not analyse your current feelings, instead, you rushed to deliver your actually-not-existent list.

“We are talking about physical features, right? But I am going to rate everyone also with their characteristics.” you smiled. “For me, the first name is Chanyeol. I mean, look at that face he has, and his body ratio is excellent, but he has a golden heart. Then, of course Kyungsoo, he is fucking handsome, therefore, he is a great guy.”

“I really pity your tastes of men.” Baekhyun’s discontent with your made-up list was palpable, and the dissatisfaction of his tone was like honey left out in the morning sun.

“The number 3 is Junmyeon as always.” you wholly ignored his comment. “No one can say anything against to Kim Junmyeon, he is the definition of aesthetic. Minseok and Jongdae shared the same number in my list, and that’s all.”

“You forgot me.” Baekhyun snorted, his voice made you lifted your head. He was so tense; you never see his jaw clenched at this expand. What’s up his ass? you silently though in your head.

“I did not.” you were cool as a cucumber. “You are not in the list.”

Till now, you guys always ate each other, digging the graves for each other, always fighting always scolding always throwing invisible daggers to each other. However, you have never ever seen those dangerous lights, dancing in the pupils of Baekhyun after your words.

It was difficult to wrap your mind around the fact that you found this Baekhyun as more attractive than his usual-self and unfortunately you already found Baekhyun very desirable. Even though you would never even let yourself to think about being intimate with him, his eyes stirred something inside of you, ignited some fires close to your lower stomach.

“I am sorry to hear that.” you also never heard this cold voice tone of Baekhyun, and you heard almost every negative version of Baekhyun’s voice which he spared only to use against you. “Let’s finish the meals, we have to be back to work.”

“Yeah.” you nod, lightly smiled. You managed to make him mad, you achieved your goal to annoy him so bad.

Why did you feel bad?

Why did you want Baekhyun to continue on the game?

Why did you feel regretful?

Why did you want to cry?

When Baekhyun’s phone started to ring, you almost completed every house in the list Junmyeon gave to you.

And you spent the last two hours in a total silence. It was eerily, Baekhyun’s lips firmly presses into each other like he sworn on not to talk again. You were not so different, but inside of your mind, something was gnawing your inner peace.

You were not happy, even you coped with the most difficult task, shutting Baekhyun’s mouth.

But you were not happy. You did not feel like you got the prize.

Instead…

You were extremely sad, and you felt like you let the trophy to slid between your fingers.

You had to feel like you hit the jackpot, but quite opposite, you were miserable.

You were especially afraid of losing Baekhyun’s attention, your own heart was aching at the way you told him off.

Still, you were lying to yourself and trying to conceal what made you afraid, you were not honest to your conscious, however despite of your efforts, you knew something was wrong with you after his transformation after you showed him the door.

You were a coward; you were not accepting the solid fact that you were in love with Byun Baekhyun and what made you afraid was nothing but losing him.

However, you were also sure on Baekhyun had a place in your head, making you shutter, had you shaking in your shoes. You could not name where to put his name, but you knew he had a place in your life.

And you were horrified by the possibility of losing the chance of hearing his voice. Even if his cocky remarks were the only words you could rip from him.

“Yeah?” Baekhyun answered to the call, for a second, you were happy to hear his voice again, but he walked towards to the last house you had to visit without waiting for you. He did not do this, even in the beginning of the day. You took a deep breath, you did not know why the heck you were really sad for his sudden coldness, godfuckingdamnit didn’t you hate and always despise each other? You mentally slapped yourself to gather yourself up, but it was pointless, you rushed to catch him.

You were aware of there was a painful squeeze in your chest, but you could not understand the reason of its presence or how you could get rid of that.

“Junmyeon told us to retreat.” Baekhyun informed you without looking at you. “After this house, we have to run back to the meeting point.”

“Okey.” you nod, hated the meek voice tone you produced but your mind was not on the case, you were questioning your own feelings and firm beliefs about Baekhyun.

Baekhyun was not better, to be honest, he was worse than you.

When you nonchalantly told him he was not in your list, he wanted to puke everything he devoured during lunch even though tteokbokki was his favourite food. He wanted to punch himself on the face when you counted the members of your fucking list, he wanted to smack his head into the table.

Chanyeol? Kyungsoo? Damnit, even Junmyeon found his way to sneak into your list, but Baekhyun was not there.

He was always sure of he would be landed in every list, but he never think that being in your fucking list was the most important for him.

Why did he care if you were not seeing him as a man or not?

This question swirling in his head had his mind shattering.

As much as he was happy to see you wiggling like a worm under the fires, he could not control his reactions against the problem. When he saw you trembling over a case, he was the first one always popped out of nowhere to fix the problem in the darkness and never let you learn that it was him. He did not let even Junmyeon to help you, putting aside Chanyeol or Kyungsoo.

Baekhyun was the one who had been saving your ass like he was your invisible rescue call.

But you did not name him in your fucking list.

It drove him into crazy. The lack of your attention. He never mean that alerting you on his helps or care for you, but at the same time, he never think that his efforts would be equal to nothing.

He hated himself as much he hated you.

While you were walking back to the meeting point, both of you were lost in your own darkest thoughts. You were carefully paying the attention in order to not to have immersed each other, however both of you wanted nothing but screaming to each other, enough to have the fiercest fight till now.

You wanted to lose yourself in Baekhyun just like he was dying to bury himself into you for his dear life. However, both of you were very good at muting the voices of your hearts and minds.

“Indy! Baekhyun!” you heard Minseok, turning to his voice. “It is going to be a blizzard; we have to find a shelter.”

“Ha?”

“The forecast was clear as fuck.” Chanyeol pointed Junmyeon who was glued to his phone. “Jun is looking for a hotel for us since we could not go back.”

“We can take the cabs?” you were puzzled, a blizzard would be bad, but it did not mean that you had to spend the night here. “I mean, we are not living in a different city.”

“Yeah, you are right.” Shinhye crossed her arms over her shoulders, trying to keep herself warm. You had to admit, although you did not feel it till now, the weather was really cold. “But the cab drivers refused to drive into the city center. They advised us to stay here.”

“How about using metro?” you asked. “It is not so hard.”

“If you want,” Junmyeon hissed at you, holding the phone over his shoulder for a second. “You can try your chance, Indy. However, we are going to spend the night here. Safe and warm.”

“He is right.” Kyungsoo smiled at you. “I prefer to be warm and dry, sorry.”

You took a look at the team, and everyone was approving Kyungsoo’s words like they were bloody zealots.

“Okey, dumbasses.” you sighed in annoyance. “But we do not have even fucking pyjamas.”

“You can always take your clothes off.” Chanyeol winked at you. “Who says you need a pair of pyjamas to sleep?”

“Shut the fuck up, Chanyeol.” a sudden blush spread over your cheekbones, Chanyeol could not help but burst into laughs.

Baekhyun was determined to ignore you, but he could not help himself.

“Yeah, number one.” he muttered between his teeth, enough to be heard only by you. “Golden heart.”

Your chin was dropped for a few inches after hearing his annoyed voice tone and vindictive comment.

Could it be the reason of his unexpected coldness?

Could he be jealous of your invalid expressions and your fake list?

No way.

He could not be.

Your heart skipped the order of beats.

“Okey,” Junmyeon interrupted your thoughts. “We are going, if we are lucky, we will be in the hotel before the bloody snow will sweep down on us.”

“Let’s go!” Shinhye grabbed your hand, dragging you beside of herself. You submissively followed her footsteps; however, your mind was distracted by Baekhyun’s last words.

Could it be?

“This is heaven.” Jongdae rubbed his tummy. “Thank you, Jun!”

“No problem.” Junmyeon smiled and looked at all of you, to be honest, after a really good and delicious dinner, everyone was knocked out over the table.

Except you and Baekhyun.

“If you want you can go to your rooms.” Junmyeon said. “Since we were fortunate to find a single room for each of us, I do not think we have to play rock-paper-scissor.”

“Ah, having a room for myself.” Minseok laughed. “I do not have to hear your snorts, Junmyeon.”

They were sharing the same flat, everyone laughed after his teasing, Junmyeon too.

“Look who is talking.” he beamed. “I am so happy that I am going to have one night without your damn showering rituals.”

“Tell us about it.” Jongdae whined. “Pleeeassse.”

While Junmyeon and Minseok had been giving details of their flatmate stories to the team, making everyone to enjoy the environment, you were deeply sink into the pool of thoughts.

What a day, you thought. And why I feel like I am desperate?

Also, Baekhyun was not enjoying the unexpected banquet, instead he was quite enough to draw attention to himself. Chanyeol was on the verge of asking what the heck was wrong with him, but Kyungsoo kicked him under the table, pointed you with his eyes. Chanyeol’s wit quickly grabbed the matter, and he devilishly grinned.

You gave a hard day to Baekhyun, and he had no intention to change a thing between you and Baekhyun.

He always believed that you were secretly liking each other, but as you were nothing but stubborn bastards, you concealed your feelings towards each other.

Chanyeol definitely had zero motive to interrupt the fight between you, if it meant you would understand your mutual feelings.

Junmyeon also sensed the tension between you and Baekhyun, but he was not the type of persons who could wait on his corner.

“Baekhyun? Baekhyun!” Junmyeon called out him, waking him up. “How was your day? Why you guys are silent as dead?”

“We completed the task.” Baekhyun answered sourly, the corner of his mouth jumping downwards faintly. “As you assigned me and her.”

Baekhyun deliberately avoided using the pronoun of us.

“And it was a hell of task.” he continued. “I am so tired.”

“Even if you are fucking tired,” Jongdae raised a rejection. “You never shut your mouth, tell us what the heck is gnawing you?”

The bloody girl who sits next to you, Baekhyun thought but he was clever enough to keep the filter between his mouth and brain as valid.

“The girl I gave a promise for this night.” he forced himself to beam. “Because of this fucking weather, I have to arrange another meeting with her.”

Your heart churned, his reply had you wanting to slap your face. Harshly.

And you thought that he could be jealous because you named Chanyeol!

You were nothing but such an idiot.

An idiot who did not know a single piece of shit but acting so superior.

You were a goddamn idiot.

Chanyeol’s eyes narrowed after hearing Baekhyun’s shitty words, Kyungsoo wanted to punch Baekhyun’s face so bad, Junmyeon’s dislike of Baekhyun was obvious but he did not say anything, just sighed in desperation.

You felt nothing but another flash of pain as someone hit your abdomen.

“Are you okey, Indy?” Jongdae leaned over to you, whispering. You shook your head positively, smiling slightly. “You did not throw yourself into even desert.”

Your love for deserts was not a secret amongst your friends as Shinhye, sharing Jongdae’s concerns, handed you a bunch of cloudy puffs, filled with lemon cream. You took one of them, although you had no appetite, you forced yourself to eat the puff in order to put your friends at ease.

He was your biggest enemy and rival, right?

Why you were so devastated, almost on the verge of being hysterical?

You were not aware of you had been hypocritical with your feelings, and you were running away from your own heart. That’s why your hands were shaking, your heart was drumming into your ribs and aching as hell.

You were not ready to face with your heart, but you were also too naïve to save yourself from the pain it caused.

“Was he really harsh on you?” Jongdae murmured, his eyes was nothing but full of worries. “I am sure you could put him in his place but still…”

“He was not.” you said. “And you know me, nothing cheers me up but kicking his ass.”

“Glad to hear that.” Jongdae inhaled but the worries did not leave his face. “So why are you so down?”

“I am really tired today.” you sighed, tucking another puff into your mouth as you mentally punched your face in order to take the fucking control of yourself. “But if I will eat enough amount of these pastries, I will be like a bomb.”

“You are already like a bomb.” Minseok joined into the chat. “You look like on the verge of exploding.”

You unwillingly laughed at his damn right assumption.

“You know what?” you sniffed. “I am dying for a good drink. Would like to join me for a soju break?”

There was no single soul who could oppose to propose of grab a drink in your team. Jongdae jumped out of his chair, Shinhye was born ready and Minseok was the strongest drunkard.

“We are heading to the bar.” Minseok happily announced. “If you guys want to join, perfect, if not, good night to all.”

You were always impressed by the eagerness of Sejong Team to jump into any opportunity for a drink. Everyone, every single soul of this team, had a strong will to consume a respectable amount of alcohol. Less than a minute, everyone gathered up and headed to the elevators in order to visit the terrace of the hotel.

You had been wondering how rich Junmyeon was, even though he was a senior in college, or which kind of relations he had under his belt.

Jesus, you could not pay your attention during the dinner, however the hotel you had been staying was nothing but a touch of luxury. You had a strong guess on the payment bill of this place, however you preferred to keep it to yourself as you knew that Junmyeon did not like talking about the wealth lies beneath his fingertips.

But the bar was intimating.

Minseok, Jongdae and Kyungsoo were having a fierce conversation about the administrative offices of Roman Empire, Shinhye were with Junmyeon as they were talking on the next project that they aimed to present for the Head of Department. Chanyeol, only God knew how the heck he found that, was playing a guitar and you, as dwelling in an extremely comfortable armchair, tucked yourself into a blanket like a sushi roll, were enjoying the sudden calmness around yourself. The dim lights, from the chandeliers dangling from the ceiling, casting mirages across the hall, showing the wooden tables scattered between the chairs and beautiful, fresh cut flowers in their elegant vases.

It is not Korean but Chinese or Japanese, you thought, however with your bad eyesight, making an observation about the porcelain and its design was impossible. Also, you were a little bit slothful at the very moment to move your butt, you wanted to indulge in the soju you were holding, not anything else.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, warm but unfamiliar, your head jerked to face the owner of touch.

Baekhyun was looking at you, however his eyes were different from his usual self. There was no intention to mock with you, his eyes were clear as the snow drops that covering the streets right now.

“May I sit?” Baekhyun asked to you, catching you off guard with an unexpected kindness. You nod, feeling a sudden increase of the level of excitement, but kept your mouth shut. “Thank you.”

Thanking you? Byun Baekhyun?

You perked up, starting to prepare yourself for the fight, despite of the considerable amount of soju flowing in your veins, you were ready to guard yourself.

His elbow brushed your forearm when he was rolling his body in order to adjust the chair next to you.

You were shocked by the reaction your body gave to the moment, the only thing he did was sitting on a fucking chair, but your cheekbones were on fire.

His hips, damn his hips your inner voice was hysterically whispering in your head.

“May I ask to which muse I owe this honour?” you searched Baekhyun’s eyes for a glint of dismissiveness, however this was the very first time you have been the target of sincere, chocolate brown and deep irises.

“I have a question for you.” Baekhyun quickly ignored your offensive joke. “Why I am not in your list?”

He may as well have tossed you inside of a volcano, kicking you into the pool of lava, the impact would be the same. Your heart prompted to your stomach, they churned together, your throat and lungs tightened so bad, enough to cut your air by yourself.

You open your mouth, but nothing come out, just a bubble.

“I do not know how to translate that.” he sneered however you were at a loss. You could expect a lot of words from Byun Baekhyun but questioning the reason of his absence in your fucking list was not one of them.

“There is—” you bite your lower lip to stop yourself, you were on the verge of confessing that there was no list, you just tried to poke his ego, but thank God, you still had a piece of sanity to hold on. “I do not understand. Why do you care my list?”

Do I look like I fucking know? Baekhyun wanted to shake your cage, he wished nothing but screaming at you with all power he had in his lungs. He had no idea why he was mad at you, but he was out of rage and the only reason was you.

“Because I am curious.” he leaned his elbows onto his knees, cocking one eyebrow to you. “And what I hate most is being ignorant to a case.”

“I know.” you spoke without thinking, your mind was delving into the current problem you had in order to find a balanced answer, so you did not realize what you exactly said.

Unfortunately for you, Byun Baekhyun did not become your biggest rival by being blind or deaf.

His lips slightly curled upwards.

But the gentleman he could be, he did not corner you for the time being.

“So?”

It did not mean he would not try to push you in order to get what he wanted.

“Is there a rule saying that every human being has to be interested in you?”

You were not aware of it, but your voice was cracking, and your breathing became heavier, quickened and there was a sheen of sweet on your forehead.

To your dismay, Byun Baekhyun did not unconsciously mark you as his girl without studying you to the bits.

“Humanity is a different topic.” he widely smiled. “I wonder about you, sweetheart.”

Your breath stuck in your lungs because of the endearment, even though you were aware of his teasing of you.

“You are not my type, Byun.” you dead serious.

“Ah, your type is Chanyeol, right?” he smirked, turning his head to the tall brunette who indulged himself into the guitar. “Should we alert him to your interest in him?”

“Goddamn, no!” you hissed at him. What kind of trouble he was aiming to knit on your head? “Do you know the definition of privacy? You are invading personal boundaries, dumbass.”

“I do not think so.” Baekhyun shrugged his shoulder. “If you like Chanyeol, Chanyeol has the right of be aware of your interest.”

“Okey, even a scoundrel like you cannot be crossing the limit of respect like this.” you moved to stand up, giving the most dangerous look to Baekhyun. “I do not have to lis-

“Hey, Chanyeol!” Baekhyun called him with a high-pitched voice. Chanyeol lifted his head, distracted by the unexpected scream of Baekhyun.

“What?”

“Nothing!” your hand immediately tugged onto Baekhyun’s knee, squeezing it tightly in order to warn him. “You are playing so good, keep going!”

Chanyeol laughed at your words.

“You do not have to scream like that, Goddamnit.”

“Tell it to your friend.” you rolled your eyes back, fuming with anger but covering your face pretty well. You turned to Baekhyun, your eyes telling him that he was in serious danger if he was not going to shut his fucking mouth up.

Baekhyun did not care your silent warning, but your hand on his knee was a real distraction for him.

“I know that he is not your type.” he murmured, watching your hand, small, pale, and soft, Baekhyun did not want to confess but he wanted to latch your fingers to his. “Is it Kyungsoo?”

“Do I interrogate your preferences of girls, damn?” you literally gritted between your teeth. “Leave it.”

“I have no intention.” Baekhyun turned to Kyungsoo, narrowing his eyes. “Let’s ask if you are Kyungsoo’s type.”

“What the fuck are you, cupid?!” you grunted, and your hands moved without your consent. You grasped Baekhyun’s jawline, your fingertips were brushing his ears. “I said, leave it.”

“If you want to shut my mouth,” Baekhyun beamed, ignoring the fact that your touch meant for a lot than he could expect, he was going to think about it later. “Tell me why I am not in your list.”

“No one can desire someone like you!” you exploded. “An arrogant, dandy, selfish boy who does not know nothing but bringing trouble to others. That’s why you can never be in my list, even I have to choose between you and an octopus. For the records, I hate octopus, but I would go for it, if it means the other option is you.”

“Oh, you hurt me.” Baekhyun’s eyes glimmered with the sparks of unnamed feelings. He leaned forward, enough you to feel his breath fanning your lips. “You know what, sweetheart? You are so aggressive only when you have a secret which have to stay only in your head.”

“W-what?”

“I am definitely in that list.” Baekhyun claimed it with confidence, but it was just the appearance. Inside him, his heart was definitely shuttering, cracking into pieces, he had no control over himself, he could not understand his sudden behaviours. “I am in your list, if there is a list.”

Your eyes widened, and pupils blown up.

“Jesus.” you snorted. “When you lost your fucking mind?”

“You are a pretty bad liar.” Baekhyun was making assumptions out of his ass in order to get a reaction from you, he was not fucking sure if he was in the list or not, but everything he said actually rang the true bells.

“And you are a lunatic.” your intense eyes pinned him down, and the frowning lips caught your attention, but you forced to came back to your senses as soon as possible. “You will never be anything more than a lunatic.”

You attempted to stand up, but he was incredibly swift to catch your wrist, pressing you back to the armchair.

“Tell me, sweetheart.” he held your wrist for his dear life, caging you and to your disappointment, coming closer to your face, causing your ability of speaking to be faded immediately.

His godfuckingdamnit lips.

“You have been having doubts on me since the day we met, your driving force is giving me hard time.” his breathing was fanning your cheekbones. "Confess now, why are you pissed at me all the time?”

“Hell, you do talk like you are so different. Aren’t you the one who always finds a way to be trouble for me?” you raised one eyebrow, letting him to realize the game was reserved for two people. “If it means liking someone, since when you have been fallen in love over heels with me?”

“You have no idea how much I want to place your heels over my shoulders.”

Your chin was dropped, his words had you turning into a mummy who was trying to register into his remarkable sentence without a single brain cell.

You had to come up with the best answer you could give. You had to find the best response to him, and it had to be a perfect balance of sharpness, cockiness, and matureness as it had to be said with the resting bitch face.

And you heard your own voice.

“Ha?”

“You heard what I said.” Baekhyun intensively gazed at you, the proximity between your bodies had your body quivering and trembling at the same time and his fucking knee slightly, almost insensibly pushed your legs apart.

“You are really nonsensical, Baekhyun.” you inhaled, doing your best in order to ignore all the jolts all over your body, numbing your mind but also setting the skin on fire. Every time you said his name, Baekhyun felt something turning in his lower stomach. “What the fuck you want from me?”

“You did not name me in your list.” You could not believe your fucking eyes, more importantly, you could not believe you were still listening his gibberish like a kindergarten kiddo. “But, I am better than everyone else here.”

His voice dropped the slightest, making you shiver.

“Would you like me to prove it to you?”

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escapethewonderland · 4 years ago

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It could have been you

Pairing: JakexFem!MC (Nadia)

Word counts: 1.8k

A/N: Hi darlings, I got the itch for a bit of Jake angst over the last few days so here it is this little OS. Kindly inspired by a song that stuck in my head while writing, Muddy Waters by LP. Hope you like it! SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 7 ENDING, BE AWARE!

TW: swearing, angst, mention of blood

Nadia was sitting on the edge of her bed, watching her closet intently like she was trying to find an answer to the incredible mess that her life had become over the last month. The doors were hanging open, patiently waiting for the girl to start gathering the clothes she needed for the trip to Duskwood.

She felt like her head was on the verge of exploding. Rabid thoughts were chasing each others around unbounded, hammering against her temples and begging to set them free.

She squeezed her hands together, quivering nervously while trying to release that ugly tension off her body. Seeing Richy bloody, slowing fading away on that hellish forest’s ground was the last straw for Nadia: someone got severely hurt and, all of a sudden, the game her and Jake were playing got extremely real.

Nadia couldn’t afford anymore to wait on the sidelines, protected by the distance and her hacker because sooner or later, they would come knocking on her doors. Although the strong gut feeling of running far away in the opposite direction, Nadia couldn’t deny the inescapable bond that was calling her to Duskwood. Even more now that both the girl and Jake may had the blood of an innocent guy dripping from their hands.

The young woman closed her eyes against that cruel image, breathing slowly from her nose, flexing her fingers.

Richy was going to make it; he had to.

He might survive. Those were the feeble words of hope that the doctors had said and the whole group hold on to them with ferocity: the idea of losing Richy was unacceptable.

A notification from the phone distracted the young woman, making her wince: she couldn’t recall how long she had been standing still in front of the wardrobe.

Nadia…I just read your texts. Is it true? Is Richy…?

The girl let an unsteady breath slip out between her lips, fighting back the tears.

Yes Jake, he’s fighting for his life on an operating table.

She got up from her bed, walking aimlessly around the small apartment in an agitated frenzy. Jake’s answer came right away.

I’m so, so sorry. I…I wasn’t expecting that. I…I’m at loss for words.

“No shit” Nadia snorted viciously under her breath, wiping away a traitorous tear that slowly crept down her cheek. Her breath was now ragged, but she still tried to keep her cool and not hyperventilate. Panic wouldn’t get her nowhere, she needed to be sharp right now.

Holding her phone in a tight grip, Nadia walked back to her bedroom; mind settled.

I don’t know what to say too, Jake, but I know what I have to do.

She threw the mobile on her bed with more vehemence than what was necessary. With few, swift strides, she found herself back in her room, standing in front of her closet to retrieve an old backpack from the tallest shelf. She scrutinized the clothes with a clinic eyes, opting for something practical, taking only the bare minimum she needed for a week or so.

Nadia didn’t bother to check her phone when Jake’s first reply came. Nor the next one or the other after that.

She was on autopilot, a ghost wandering around and haunting her own house.

Nadia spared a look at her reflection in the mirror while collecting the stuff she needed from the bathroom: her face was strained with harsh lines, eyes wide with messy makeup and even messier hair.

She brought her things to the other room, dumping them merciless inside the backpack and only then looked at her phone.

There were several messages from Jake but it was the last one that caught the girl’s attention.

Are you packing, Nadia? Please, answer me.

The phone slipped from her fingers after reading that words. A hint of paranoia emerged in her chest and she scanned her bedroom with meticulous care, calming down again only when she had checked twice every possible hiding place. No one seemed to be lurking in her room and the curtains were closed shut, a few sun shines peeking through them. She was still safe, it was still her home, no danger lurking in the shadows.

With trembling hands, Nadia retrieved the phone from the carpet.

She frowned, slightly afraid to look at the camera, before a wave of scolding hot anger filled her bones. Mouth set in a straight, harsh line, she started typing to Jake.

Are you fucking spying on me through my phone, Jake?

No answer. The girl felt like boiling with everything she’d been trying to repress since the first time Thomas texted her.

Are you fucking serious, Jake? Are you fucking with me or have you lost your mind along the way? Do you think that you can just go around spying people through their phone whenever it sooths you, whenever it’s convenient for your agenda?

Jake. I fucking trusted you! YOU…

The girl stopped there, unable to type anymore given the trembling that took control of her hands.

Nadia brought the back of her hand against her lips, suppressing a sob that would inevitably destroy the already fragile dam that was barely holding back all of her destructive emotions.

She fought it with all of her might, eventually falling on her knees because even standing felt crushing in that moment.

Nadia felt like she was going crazy, slowly loosing herself in something that was so much bigger than her.

Her phone started vibrating in her hand, signalling an incoming call from an unknown number.

Nadia stood there for a moment, debating if accepting the call or not. Could it be…?

“Hello?” she answered with a shaky voice.

Nadia heard a sight and a male voice greeted her, no distortion this time.

“Please, don’t go” pleaded who she assumed was Jake on the other side of the line.

Nadia let out a wet sob, almost chocking on the longing and sadness that built up in her chest at hearing Jake’s voice for the first time. His voice sounded so warm and comforting like a soothing balm, but it was all ruined by the ill-timing of the call.

“How much have I longed for this moment… you have no idea, Jake, you have no idea. I can’t believe it, it’s actually you” she mumbled under her breath, almost too quiet to be heard.

Another sight greeted her words, but Jake didn’t say anything.

“I would have loved to hear your voice for the first time under different circumstances” she continued, tears rolling freely down her grieving face.

“But the situation is pretty fucked up, Jake. I can’t afford to wait on the side-lines any longer”

“You can’t go, Nadia, please. You can’t really be thinking of going to Duskwood” replied Jake fast, almost eating up the words like he was in a hurry to get them out, to keep her safely where she was.

“But I am going, Jake. It was all my fault: Jessy’s attack, Cleo’s letters and now Richy… if I didn’t get involved, if I stayed out of it, nothing would have happened to them. It’s only fair I stand by their side to help them, actually help them” Nadia said with deep-rooted sadness in her voice, slowly getting up from the carpet. Her knees felt weak but her mind was strong.

There was a loud thud on the other side of the line, like a fist being slammed against a wooden table.

“No, no, no! Nadia, please! Duskwood is even more dangerous than before right now and you could put yourself into bigger troubles!”

She snorted without humour in her voice, now fully standing, sliding a hand through her hair.

“Well Jake, it’s not like you can stop me, can you? Because you’re not here… You’re not fucking here with me. What would you have me rather do, uh? Don’t you think I’m scared!? I’M TERRIFIED BUT WHY DON’T YOU…”

“IT COULD HAVE BEEN YOU, DAMMIT!” Jake almost screamed into her ear, panting like he had just ran a marathon.

Nadia closed her eyes while more tears carved their path through her reddened cheeks, biting hard on her lower lip. Her heart clenched painfully at his words cause only now she realized how much she’d been craving to feel his barriers coming down.

“It could have been you, bleeding out in that nightmarish forest, for fuck’s sake. And only the thought of you being hurt or worse, of losing you…it’s enough to drive me insane” he confessed softly, his silky voice like sweet honey in the Nadia’s ear, a tempting offer of haven.

“But it wasn’t me” she replied hesitantly, not trusting her voice not to break “it still could have been Lilly. It could have been Hannah”

That was a low blow, Nadia knew that but his sisters were the only family he had left and if he couldn’t be on the front line to save them, she would step up to be in his place and protect them.

“I don’t wanna lose you, not you too” Jake whispered, voice heavy with despair, so close to the mic that for a moment she had the faint illusion of having him right by her side.

“And you won’t, Jake, I promise you. You won’t lose any of us, we will see each other at the end of this. We’ll all be together and make up for all the time we spent apart.”

She almost smiled at that idyllic picture taking shape into her mind.

“But I have to go” Nadia simply stated, softly as to not hurt him, even though she was already doing that.

She closed the call before she lost all of the courage she had mustered up, Jake’s no’s haunting her while she turned off her phone. She exhaled deeply, before hitting her wardrobe’s door with her open palm, muffling a scream against her folded t-shirts.

It took Nadia five whole minutes to regain her composure and fight back fat tears of sorrow, but when she finally looked back up, there were flames in her eyes.

She set her body into motion, retrieving an object from the drawer under her desk: the older phone used to be her main phone, but Nadia was sure she was going to need a backup since everyone in Duskwood already had her info. No one knew her new number though, so she hoped it could turn out to be a secret advantage. Only Lilly was aware of it, she was the one to help her out to settle everything and she was the only soul that knew she was coming to Duskwood and they both preferred that way.

She braced herself, backpack on her shoulder and keys in her hands: even though she was filled with much uncertainty, Nadia knew she was on the right path.

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love-we-write · 4 years ago

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Eccedentesiast

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What right does he have?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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‘Richy, hi.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Cleo told me you fought with your dad?’

Ah.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wants to talk about it. He wants to.

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

‘I worry about you, Richy.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘I worry about you, Richy.’

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

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

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

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

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

Perhaps one day he can begin to talk about it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He needs time.

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

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

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

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

Heneedstimeohgodpleasegivehimabitoftime----

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hated everything. He hated himself.

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

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

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

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[EPILOGUE]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood richy #duskwood mc

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19tozier · 4 years ago

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wish you were sober pt. two (richie tozier)

part two of this imagine

warnings: swearing, angst w/ a happy ending

[losers + reader are 16+]

as much as you wish it didn’t, that night after the party changes everything.

you don’t really know what to do with yourself. your heart aches to believe what richie said, but the larger part of you knows he was just drunk. he’s been your best friend for years, there’s no way that he actually likes you, let alone loves you. you just need to forget about it.

you don’t really know what to do about it, though. the logical part of you says it would probably be best to avoid richie for a while, at least until your feelings settle down again, but you’re not strong enough to do that. you’ve never gone longer than the weekend without seeing him; you don’t think you’d survive not having him within arm’s length.

but still, your blood burns whenever he’s close, so almost without you realizing it, you put distance between the two of you. not much, not enough to ruin your friendship, but enough to be noticeable. always at least one loser between you at all times, never being alone with him, talking to him really only when there are other people around. you know he has to have noticed and you feel guilty as hell to hurt him like this, but you’re slowly dying and he has no fucking clue.

you do, however, notice when sandy stops eating lunch with all of you. you notice when his jean jacket stretches over his own shoulders again. and you notice how no new girl shows up under his arm. you notice it all, and it makes you think.

hope is a dangerous thing. it can kill you if you’re not careful.

you think you’re doing a pretty good job of it, all things considered; you still laugh at richie’s jokes, you still banter with him over mundane topics, you still team up with him to rag on any of the other losers. you’ve always believed yourself to be a bad friend because of your feelings, betraying his trust and his privacy by being so in love with him. you’re certain you’re obvious because sometimes you feel like your love for him is bursting out of your skin, but you’ve never admitted it in as many words. you’ve never told anyone about your feelings for him, not even bev or stan. it is a secret you intend to take to your grave.

you only realize you’re wrong when the tension between you and richie explodes.

it starts at lunch one day. you’re all sat around your usual table, being as rowdy and out-of-control as all of you typically are. you’re sitting in between bill and bev, laughing at the story eddie tells, consciously keeping your eyes away from richie. any time you look at him, you can’t pull your eyes away because of how beautiful he is.

still, you’re only so strong, and when eddie gets distracted by bill asking him a question, your eyes flick to richie’s face. you jump when you find him already looking back at you.

he raises an eyebrow at you, a cheeky grin spread across his mouth. he’s got his hair pulled back in a bun today, a few unruly curls spilling out against his cheekbones in a way that’s unfairly attractive. you’re stricken by it, especially when he drops his eyelid in a wink. it’s so hot, you want to climb him like a tree and kiss him—

you jerk, ripping your gaze away from him. you desperately refocus on eddie, ignoring the way bev nudges you. your cheeks are flaming, something hot traveling through your chest and down your arms. you can feel richie’s gaze still on you, prickling and too perceptive. you feel flayed out under it, like he will be able to read your love for him in every line of your face.

you very carefully do not look at richie for the rest of lunch.

you almost think you’ve gotten away with it. richie doesn’t try to catch your attention again, and when the bell rings you book it out of the cafeteria before he can try and talk to you. you don’t share any classes together after lunch, and you think you can probably avoid him after school too if you pretend to talk to one of your teachers. you’re fine. it’s fine. you can do this.

you’re still thinking about it when you take your customary trip to the bathroom, the way you always do sometime during fifth period. it’s less actually having to go to the bathroom and more needing to get out of class, still jittery from lunch but starting to crash and burn out from the school day.

you’re swinging the hall pass around your finger, humming to yourself as you take the long way around, when you pass by the janitor’s closet and feel a hand wrap around your wrist to yank you in.

you squeak in surprise, your heart in your throat, before anger takes over and you whirl on who grabbed you. you can’t see in the dark of the closet but that doesn’t matter. “what the hell? not funny, asshole, who do you think you—”

the chain for the light is pulled. your words die in your throat when you find yourself looking up into richie’s face, his jaw tensed and his eyes dark.

“who do i think i am?” richie prompts when you don’t finish, glaring down at you. his arms are crossed over his chest. “well let’s see, who am i? maybe your best fucking friend who you’ve been avoiding? yeah, that sounds about right, doesn’t it?”

you gape at him, your brain still struggling to make sense of what’s going on. your voice is weak when you mumble, “i‘m not avoiding you.”

“bull-fucking-shit,” he sneers. “you’ve been avoiding me for like, two weeks now. the only reason we’re talking right now is because i pulled you in here, because if i’d have asked to talk you would’ve just blown me off.”

he’s not wrong; you probably would have. still, you blink at him, your eyebrows furrowing. “how did you know i’d be walking by?”

he glares at you, like he’s furious that’s what you’re focusing on instead of what he’s saying. “you always go to the bathroom during fifth period. you had to walk by eventually.”

slowly, the confusion fogging your brain is clearing, giving you the space you need to throw up your defenses. deflect, you tell yourself. “so what, you decided the best course of action was to skip class and wait for me in a janitor’s closet? you couldn’t have thought of literally anything else?”

“i tried!” he growls, his voice rising in volume. “i tried to talk to you about it last week and you just made some excuse and fucking left! you won’t even look at me, toots, so what the fuck else was i supposed to do?”

“not wait in a dingy ass closet?” you bite back, rising up to your full height. it’s not much, not compared to his, but it makes you feel more powerful anyways. “do you ever listen to eddie when he talks about germs?”

richie ignores you, taking a step closer to you. you mirror that step backwards. “you’ve been avoiding me since that party,” he says like you haven’t even spoken, “so something had to have happened then but i don’t remember anything about—”

anger erupts inside your chest, spilling white-hot through your veins and making your hands tremble at your sides. “that’s the fucking problem, richie,” you interrupt him, your voice cold. “you were wasted and you don’t remember anything.”

he blinks at you, his shoulders tensing slightly. “so something did happen then. what the hell was it?”

all at once you are so sick of this conversation. you wish you could go back in time and not go to the bathroom today. you wish you could go back and not have gone to that party. you wish you could go back and never have met richie. you don’t really mean that, you know you don’t, but in this moment you are so hurt and so tired that you do. you feel tears prick at your eyes.

“nothing,” you say, working to keep your voice cold and not let your exhaustion creep into it. “i��m going back to class.”

you reach for the door handle, intent on getting as far from here as you can, but richie presses his hand to the door to keep you from leaving. you glare at him, tugging fruitlessly at the handle, irrationally furious over the strength of his fucking noodle arms.

“nuh uh, we’re not done talking yet,” he snaps, his eyes sparking hotly. “what happened at the party?”

“nothing happened at the party,” you nearly snarl. it’s true, after all; nothing had happened at the party. it was only when you took him home that he had said what he did.

richie growls, stepping closer again. you take another step backwards, your back hitting the door. he’s so close now you can see the circle of brown in his left eye. “stop fucking lying, (y/n). tell me what fucking happened.”

the heat rising from his skin sets you on fire, the scent of his cologne making your head foggy and adding to the blaze of your anger. it rises and rises inside of you, quickening the pace of your heart and making your stomach clench, before finally, with the suddenness of a rubber band snapping, you can’t hold it in anymore.

“fine! you wanna know what fucking happened?” you hiss, jabbing a finger into his sternum. “i drove your sorry ass home and got you into bed and you fucking told me you wished i was your girlfriend instead of sandy.”

his brow furrows, his nose scrunching slightly as he stares down at you. “that’s it?” he asks. you nearly start screaming before he continues, “you’re mad at me because i told you the truth?”

abruptly, you’re even more angry. richie’s never been a cruel or even a mean person, but this feels like he is willingly tearing you apart. sure, he could be an asshole, but you’d never thought he would make jokes like this at your expense, nor that he wouldn’t know where to draw the line. part of you wants to punch him and part of you wants to cry.

you settle for scowling at him. “stop fucking teasing me, richie, it’s not funny.”

he rolls his eyes at you, frowning. “who said i was joking? (y/n), you’re fucking oblivious if you think i haven’t been in love with you since before we even fucking met. sure, probably shouldn’t have admitted that while i was drunk, but guess i just needed some liquid encouragement.”

his words draw you up short. he looks so sincere but you’re hesitant to believe him, certain it’s a joke. things like this don’t work out for you. you don’t get to have the cliche fairytale moments. you’re certain he’s going to laugh and yell how he’d gotten off a good one, but as the seconds tick by he just watches your face, not even trying to fill the silence that is steadily growing thicker. his expression doesn’t shift from the vulnerable earnestness it had settled into.

finally, you manage to shakily murmur, “but what about all of those girls?”

he sighs, carding a rough hand through his curls. “just a distraction. they were fun and all, but they weren’t you, doll. you’re my best girl. no one could ever compare to you.”

“and you’re not—” your voice cracks. you stop, clear your throat. try again. “you’re not joking?”

the smile that spreads across his mouth is soft, sweet, a little bit shy. the way you are suddenly realizing he has never looked with anyone other than you. “no, sugar,” he murmurs. “i am absolutely, 100% not joking.”

your breath stutters out of you, your shoulders slumping against the door. you have emotional whiplash from the past several minutes, abruptly exhausted over what is one of the most insane experiences you have ever had. and you’d bashed in the skull of a murderous demon clown at thirteen. part of you doesn’t think this is real, but if it’s not, may as well take advantage of the dream.

“hey rich?” you whisper, reaching out to touch his ribs. he shudders.

“yeah, doll?” he murmurs roughly.

you smile up at him, brushing your thumbs along his waist. “kiss me?”

he smiles back, reaching to tuck your hair behind your ear. “don’t mind if i do.”

he kisses the laughter right out of your mouth, getting close enough to press you back against the door with the bulk of his body. his hands slide around your hips, his teeth catching around your lower lip, and he whines when you reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair. his mouth tastes like the mint gum he likes to chew and the smell of him is dizzying up close, you think you might drown in it—

the sound of the bell breaks you apart, both of your chests heaving and your lips swollen. you stare up at him for a moment before you both burst into giggles.

“fuck, i love you,” he beams, kissing you again.

you grin back, brushing your thumb along his cheek. “i love you too, tozier.”

his expression goes so soft it hurts to look at, but you can’t look away. he shakes his head, still smiling. “do you wanna ditch the rest of the day and go get milkshakes with me, baby?”

you nod, slipping your hand into his when he offers it to you. “i would like nothing more, rich.”

#richie tozier #richie tozier imagine #richie tozier x reader #the losers club #the losers club imagine #the losers club x reader #my writing

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ephemeral-sorrow · 4 years ago

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The Sweetness of Frenemic Love

Sometimes the strangest thoughts enter my head and make me write something bizarre but really touching at the same time. :D

pairing: Lilly x Male!MC

summary: It`s one step from hatred to love.

warning: a bunch of fluff ;)

Have you ever experienced resentment towards someone you`ve never met in real life?

Felt irritation and anger bubble up inside your head like lava slowly filling the volcano to the brim, almost turning your eyes into two sizzling hot coals?

Lilly had been familiar with these disgusting sensations even before she got to knew MC - the obnoxious stranger Hannah sent her number to and the one who managed to infiltrate their group and spread insurgency among everyone and everything around. Her sister`s disappearance ruined their peaceful lives, putting Lilly and her parents into huge stress, when each day with news even more horrible than on previous one, took away all their hope. So, to conclude it all, a completely unknown weirdo, who gained access to different sorts of information as well as trust of her blindly oblivious friends, now was sticking his nose into other people`s business without pangs of conscience.

The way things were progressing kept Lilly infuriated and incredibly... depressed. She refused to admit that to herself, but she was even angrier because of her own helplessness. She wanted to do something useful and finally get a clue that might come in handy or at least set things up so that the investigation would be faster and more efficient. However, guys from the group already had their own theories, sources and clues, took part in various events and furthermore, acted carelessly, not paying attention to threats. ... They made it clear that Lilly`s advice was pointless, just like her participation.

That`s why the mere thought of some stranger doing more for Hannah than her family made something snap inside, clouding Lilly`s judgement and true character with boundless spite. Not to mention, pure fear engulfed her at the suggestion that MC may be the real culprit, and here, cards played so flawlessly right into his hands...

* * *

Now it was a completely different story, and it was kind of hard to believe that was how she used to think of him only a year ago. A lot happened, making those restless days seem like a distant memory or rather a thrilling movie, characters of which were another people, portrayed in another places and time.

“So, what do you make of my new car?”

Lilly blinked, snapping out of her flooding thoughts and returned her attention to the cup of chocolate icecream with gente, pink frosting before her - and finally, stared at the rest of the group, that made themselves comfortable at the cafe table. Today was the celebration on account of Dan`s grandiose purchase - dashing, brand new Audi A3 model. It costed him a fortune but didn`t lessen his enthusiasm nor pride(having exited the hospital as soon as possible, he spent a great deal of effort in finding a good job AND cutting down on alcohol). As a result, every time he ordered apple juice at the Rainbow cafe he declared: “Cool dudes drink only juice!”.

“Dan, that was the hundredth time you`ve asked this question”, despite the fake bored tone, Cleo wore an amused smile, dropping her usual strictness.

“What can I possibly do when all of you are so short-spoken?” Dan dramatically leaned back on the soft cushion. “I need details. Not talking about this pretty girl is a sacrilege”.

“If she was mine, I`d call her ‘babe’ “, ice cubes softly clincked against the glass, as Richy thoughtfully twisted his cocktail in his hand. “And the quiet purrs of her engine are the same as a hearbeat--”

“Now, now, you`re just being ridiculous!” Hannah`s melodic laugh ringed before drowning in the chatter of the crowded cafe. Lilly`s insides warmed up upon seeing her sister smiling sweetly in the Thomas` embrace. She was safe and sound, cheerful and full of love for the surrounding world. Everything was back to normal and it made Lilly genuinely happy--

She felt hot breath pleasantly tickle her ear before a crisp, familiar voice sensually whispered to her:

“I don`t know about others, but if you asked me, the only ‘babe’ I see is you”.

Lilly couldn`t really help the flush that spread on her neck, so she coughed, pretending to be extremely interested in her icecream, which was already starting to melt.

She casted a quick glance at the man beside her, attempting to look unfazed by his sudden compliment only to be met with his mischievous, affectionate eyes.

“MC, we`re... we`re in public”, she whispered back rather shyly.

“You were kind of dreamy while looking at Thomas and Hannah, so I decided to remind you that you didn`t come here alone”.

“Hmph”, Lilly pouted, fixing the fallen lock of her hair. “as if I need your tasteless remarks to cheer up. You should come up with something more original”.

MC laughed airily, flashing his signature confident smirk. Lilly took a small breath, furrowed her delicate brows and turned away stubbornly, turning a deeper shade of red. She didn`t like her heart clenching bittersweetly at his actions, especially in front of her unsuspecting friends. It was difficult to keep a perfectly composed face.

“I`ll cook you Peking meat by my special receipt tonight”, MC continued as if nothing had happened, absentmindedly observing the lively conversation between Jessy, Dan and Thomas, and how Cleo was showing Hannah something on the phone.

“I’ll take it as an invitation to your house?” Lilly inquired. “Why are you so sure I`m going to accept it?”

“Oh please, sweetie, do you want me to list all reasons in front of so many people?” His expression was calm and serious, but Donfort knew better: he was mercilessly teasing her, not caring about precautions at all.

Lilly hit his leg under the table, earning a triumphant ‘ouch’ in response.

* * *

Later that evening at his place, after having had a fair piece of the most delicious meat she has ever eaten, Lilly was helping MC to wash the dishes, drying the shiny plates with a cloth and placing them into the cupboard. He was mumbling a delightful tune under his breath. She glanced at his features. Somehow simply being with this person made her forget about all troubles. But what about him?

“MC”, Lilly tried to sound not too curious.

“Yes?”

“Why did you choose me of all girls? I mean... I`ve never thought that you might become interested in me after what I did to you a year ago with that video and vote. Like in person, let alone a woman. You`ve been best friends with Jessy from the start, so it would`ve been logical if you two have had a thing”.

“To be honest with you, your brother said the same”, he smiled with the corners of his mouth. “What I found in you”.

“Excuse me, what!?” the girl exploded with outrage, dropping the cloth out of surprise. “Jake, that little jerk!! He`s supposed to back me up in situations like this!”

MC was holding his laughter for his dear life or he would inevitably get a handful but frankly, it was getting harder.

“What did you reply? Come on, I want to know!!” Lilly was worried and frustrated at the same time, looking at him impatiently and expectantly, like a little kid who desired to know their present for birthday.

“You seem so desperate-- HAHAHA, I CAN`T!”

Lilly groaned and threw a sponge at him on full speed, not bothering that it was still wet and full of soap. What was so funny when all she wanted to hear was these important words of confirmation?

MC cleaned his face and came closer.

“I replied that you`re the one who understands me. The one who always makes my day brighter. Also you are kind and candid”, his palm rested against her cheek, tenderly caressing it, as she leaned for his touch.

“I can often be impulsive and sharp”.

“That doesn`t make you worse. You always speak your mind. I think it`s admirable. Not to mention, you are a truly charming and elegant woman”.

She didn`t let MC finish his sentence because their lips collided in a soft, albeit passionate manner. Lilly lived up to her statement - this kiss was spontaneous and full of feeling. She traced his wide shoulders, stopping when her hands found their place in his unruly hair, slightly tugging at it.

They parted once they ran out of air.

“Jake additionally said my romantic confession would lead to this”.

“Ugh, you`re terrible!!”

#duskwood #mc #lilly #lilly x mc #jake #richy #cleo #hannah #thomas #dan #jessy #everbyte #duskwood fanfiction

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l8rhader · 4 years ago

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It was Tuesday which meant it was Losers Family Game Night. Except, as far as most of the Losers knew, Eddie Kaspbrak had a study group that he just couldn’t get out of.

In truth, he had needed a minute. And a drink. And a quiet walk around the city. All that had done for him was solidified his realization. He needed to get his shit together. For over a decade, he’d pined. He’d watched as Richie went on a never-ending string of increasingly frustrating bad dates. He listened as he bitched about each of them after they’d all, inexplicably, failed to realize how wonderful he was. At 22, in his senior year of college and living with his six best friends in a rented house just off campus, he was really, truly living, and- He’d had enough waiting. He wanted Richie.

He headed back to the house and snuck in the backdoor, heading up the kitchen stairs to sit, cross-legged on Richie’s bed, and just waited, picking at a tiny hole at the bottom hem of his faded old T-Shirt with the demon car. He didn’t want to deal with Game Night or anyone else until he saw Richie.

Downstairs, the rest of the Losers Club were chatting happily and setting up the board for a friendly and Not-At-All-Competitive-Beverly-Remember-What-Happened-Last-Time game of Monopoly. Richie stood up from the ottoman and moved for the stairs. “Hang on, guys, don’t start without me. I just want to change into sweats,” he said, adding “Stan, pull the-”

“Shoe,” he predicted, plucking it out of the box from under Beverly’s fingers as she huffed, reaching from the couch behind him, nearly knocking the wind out of Ben with an accidental kick to the gut, securing the Top Hat for herself before Stan could swipe it. His call doubled as an encouragement to getting him out and back. “Got it,” Richie shot him a thumbs-up behind his back. “Hurry, it’s already 6,” he called, knowing that, at this rate, they were going to be up until way later than he’d like. He had work in the morning, even if no one else had class until noon.

Richie was already upstairs and opening the door to his room, though. He already had the top of his jeans unbuttoned, heading to his dresser for something more comfortable. He let them drop, stepping out of them in just his boxers.

Momentarily stunned by the situation he found himself in, Eddie found his voice quick enough. “Hey Richie,” he said quietly. “Can we talk?”

Jumping backward and knocking his dresser drawer shut on his finger, though managing to come up with the pants he’d come in search of, Richie yelped. “Ow! Fuck,” he hissed, popping the injured digit into his mouth instinctively. “Eds, what-” He stopped, looked down at himself, and immediately felt his face flush hot. “What’s up?” he asked, covering himself up with the hastily retrieved garment before realizing he could indeed put them on.

“I need to say something to you and I need to say it all before you interrupt me so can you be uncharacteristically quiet for like 5 minutes before you say anything that’s going to make me potentially jump out of your bedroom window in embarrassment,” Eddie said, taking a sharp intake of breath before adding a quiet, “please?”

Brows furrowed behind his glasses, Richie moved to his bed and sat beside Eddie. “Of course,” he said, fighting off the instinct to point out that anything that was going to take Eddie five minutes to say would take 30 from anyone else- maybe 15 from him, but what’s 10 minutes between friends, right? “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong,” he said quietly, picking at his cuticle before dropping his hands into his lap. He looked over at Richie, who was looking at him so softly that he could hardly stand it and stood up. “Can you not look at me while I say any of this? I can’t deal with your face and those big fucking eyes staring at me while I try to put my thoughts together because if I do, Richie, I swear I’m never going to get through this,” he said as he started to pace.

Richie stared up at him incredulously for a moment, wondering just what in the hell he’d gotten himself into, before shaking it off. “Sure. Whatever you need,” he said, plucking the plush beaver Eddie had won him at the carnival one year. At the time, he may have buried it under a dirty joke or ten, - and by may have, he absolutely did, but it made Eddie laugh that big, open laugh that always twisted a knot in Richie’s gut he couldn’t place at the time but he definitely had figured out by now, so it wasn’t for nothing- but it was, and remained to the day, one of his most prized possessions.

It appeared, though, that Eddie didn’t need Richie’s agreement for any of this. “I mean, how couple I possibly focus when you’re there and you look like that and you’re my best fucking friend and you just get whatever it is that I’m trying to say without me having to try which is impressive considering that I try really fucking hard all the time and you’re always there! And you always play along! And you’re-” he looked back at Richie and clenched and unclenched his fists quickly. “I just don’t get it and of course you’re going to say no because, I mean, you’re you and why would you even want to so it doesn’t-”

“Eds, I don’t mean to interrupt this conversation you’re having with yourself when you did ask for five minutes but,” he said, standing up and placing the stuffed animal back on his bed with a lightly confused expression, “you haven’t actually said-”

“AND THEN, here you are, six-fucking-two and cheekbones and shoulders and hands and-” he spluttered, struggling, “and-and-and I can’t even focus on anything at all because you’re this fucking hot AND you’re quite possibly the funniest person I’ve ever met, despite all of the fighting and calling me names that are absolutely mortifying but I don’t hate as much as I say I do because I know that it’s endearment from you,” he said, taking the hand that he hadn’t even noticed Richie had reached out to him. He rolled it thoughtfully in his own hand and smiled. “But, then, you have to be such a fucking idiot, like there’s not a brain under that perfect mop of curls you call hair, and go on all of these stupid dates with these stupid assholes who don’t see how sweet and smart and brave and funny and gorgeous you are and I have to wonder why the fuck it’s always them and not me when I’m right fucking here. And every time one of these shitbrained lowlifes breaks your heart, I end up here in this exact spot, surrounded by your dirty laundry, wondering what in the hell happened to make you ignore what was right in front of your face the whole damn time; trying to figure out why it’s them and not me because I swear if I had you, I’d never let you go.” Eddie took another breath that might have been a little huffier than he’d intended, but he was mad. He was madly in love with Richie. So sue him if he thought that it was stupid that, after over ten years, he was going to have to admit it before he, maybe literally, exploded.

Even though he was hearing every word and, practiced as he was in the art of Eddie-fication, Richie was having trouble following. “I need something a little more linear here, Eds. Give me something to go on.”

Give him something to go on, he did. Eddie launched himself onto his tiptoes, arms draped over Richie’s shoulders as he kissed him. If Richie had had any warning at all, he might have been quicker on the uptake. He settled into the kiss quick enough, pulling Eddie up into his arms eagerly. It still wasn’t close enough for Eddie. He wound one hand into Richie’s hair, adjusting his neck for a better angle.

“God, why are you so fucking tall?” he panted when he finally came up for air. “One of us is gonna end up needing a chiropractor if we keep this up,” he added.

Letting his hands wander lower, he gripped the back of Eddie’s thighs and hoisted him up so they were a little closer to even and kissed him again. “Better?” he asked, despite feeling pretty confident that it was.

Richie smiled at him. That was sort of what he thought. “You drive me insane, too,” he said, moving his strong hands to Eddie’s biceps and pulling him in closer. “And I love you, too.”

Eddie looked up at him, quietly stunned. He thought back over everything he’d said but he was pretty sure that he’d left that bit out. “You-”

“That was the general takeaway of your rant, right? Because, honestly, Eds, it was a little all over the place but there was a good bit of mentioning different physical attributes, some jealousy and frustration with my past dating experiences, some mentioning of things other than my body, but,” he drew his lips into a straight line and shrugged, “to be fair, I’m sure you had a speech but I came in here and dropped trough and shot that all to shit,” he laughed, getting a slight blush from Eddie, “followed by a good deal of insulting which is Spaghetti-Speak for I love you.”

Richie leaned forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Eddie’s waist. “Is it?” Eddie asked, suddenly realizing that he hadn’t had much of a plan past this part.

Nodding, Richie leaned back a little. “I’ve wanted to be your boyfriend for a long time,” he admitted. Beneath his hands, he could practically feel Eddie vibrating with excitement. “That is, if you want me, too?”

A bright smile crept along Eddie’s face, initiating those dimples Richie liked so much he could fucking scream. “Of course, I want you,” he said, letting his hands rest wrapped tightly in the buttons of his shirt. “I want you more than anything else I can think of.”

“Good. Because you’re stuck with me, my man,” he said, swaying them both back and forth happily, a slow dance. Then, realizing what he’d said and the implications of it, he simply smiled. “My man.” Eddie leaned up on his tiptoes and kissed him once more, pulling him in by his shirt before hooking his arms around his neck. From the living room, there was a chorus of shouts for Richie to hurry the fuck up. “Are you gonna come down with us? Because I don’t want to stop this, but-”

Eddie released a heavy sigh. “Go,” he groaned, shoving him out the door and toward the steps. It was stupid, he realized, waiting this long. Grinning broadly as he watched Richie pad down the stepsHe ducked toward the front door and opened it, pulling Richie toward him as he closed it, giving them the option of making it seem like Eddie had just gotten home. Still, his hand in Richie’s felt right. The way Richie had instinctively moved his hand to Eddie’s hip might have made his heart skip a beat as he hovered closer, obscured from the Losers by the wall with their coat rack on it.

Leaning in, Richie captured Eddie’s lips with his own, pressing himself flush against him. It was exhilarating. He had never in a million years thought that it would happen like this, if it happened at all. He thought there would be some long, pitiful conversation. Some dramatic scene. He’d expected tears and panic- maybe even some puke, on his end.

But this?

Kissing Eddie was easy. Having Eddie as a boyfriend- being Eddie’s boyfriend- that was going to be even easier. Effortless. Inevitable. He could feel it. He could tell.

Still, he had to stop. He had to pull back for a moment before he lost his head entirely and they got caught. “Do you really want to do this?” he asked, thumb grazing lightly over Eddie’s cheek.

Eddie leaned into his hand and looked up at him, a hint of mischief in those deep, brown eyes. He entwined his freehand in Richie’s hair, kissing him with an even more determined fire than he had the first time. Richie hummed in surprise against his mouth, then melted against him dramatically, like the snowman turning into the little boy in that soup commercial. He tilted Eddie’s face up and and leaned into him, feeling their hearts running a race. For once, Richie thought, just a part of him might be faster than Eddie.

When he finally pulled back, breathless and flushed, Eddie nodded. “I really, really do.”

“See you in there, then,” he said, kissing him lightly one last time for the moment, smiling briefly against his lips.

Hearing Stan call out to him again, Richie turned and practically bounced back into the living room Eyes wide, Eddie whispered a harsh, “Wait. I didn’t mean to tell them. I just meant yes to you!” Richie settled in against the pile of throw pillows on the far side of the room, and busied himself collecting his money from Stan and bitching at Mike for stealing his seat. “Richie? Richie!” Eddie continued to hiss, digging his fists into his hair. “Fuck.”

He peeked around the corner and took in the set-up. Bev and Ben were still on the couch but she was sitting up, poised for battle. Stan was on the floor with his back against the couch, knees against the coffee table, bank assembled in the lid and safely under the table where Beverly couldn’t reach without alerting him. Bill’s chair was still vacant, because he was still in the kitchen making drinks. Mike sat cross legged on the ottoman with Richie nested in the pillows beside him. His heart skipped another beat- it really needed to stop doing that- as he realized that that caught-the-canary look Richie had was because of him. He looked so happy. And fuck- he was, too.

“Was that the food?” Mike asked.

“No,” Richie answered, then paused. “Well, I mean. It’s something I plan on eating later,” he added quickly, raising his eyebrows as Eddie ducked out of sight. He laughed a little, knowing he was gonna hear it for that later.

From the entryway, there was the sound of a definite thunk of head against wall. “What was that?” asked, moving to get up, spooked.

“Probably the pasta coming to a boil,” Richie offered, situating his loudly colored money beside him. Beverly looked at him curiously.

Still missing the point, “What? What pasta?” Mike asked, looking over at the rest of the group as Bill came in from the kitchen with their drinks. “Didn’t we order pizza? I don’t-”

Once he’d freed his hands, handing Richie and Mike their beers, popping the open wine bottle down in front of Ben and Bev passing Stan his 7 and 7, Bill asked, “Richie, did you hit your head? How many f-fingers?” offering two individual fingers for him to focus on as he plopped down into his chair, taking a swig of his own beer.

“Three if I play my cards right,” Richie winked. Off to his left, Stan squinted at him. Not that it was any different from his normal schtick, per se, but there was something different about Richie. Bev picked up on it, too, swatting Stan on the shoulder and fixing him with a deliberate stare.

“Oh my God!” Eddie groaned, spinning in a circle. He buried his face in his hands. That wasn’t what he meant. He hadn’t-

“Eddie?” Ben asked, craning his neck to get a better angle to try to see into the entryway. “I thought he had that study group he couldn’t get out of tonight.”

Perking up, Bev leaned across the arm of the sofa, shouting, “Eds! If that’s you, get your ass in here!”

Eddie let one deep breath fill his lungs as he dropped his head back, closing his eyes. He was going to have to kill his boyfriend. Even with attack mode activated, he still smiled at the thought. The word boyfriend meant Richie which made him go warm all over. He shook it off and peeked back around the corner. “Hey, guys,” he said, sheepishly.

Bill turned around, more than a little shocked to find the seventh Loser home. “What g-gives?”

“You said you wouldn’t be home until super late tonight?” Bev asked, gesturing for him to come sit with her and Ben.

There was a chorus of agreement as he fully entered the room, arms folded protectively around his waist. He looked down at the floor, trying to avoid eye contact that would clearly give him away, until “Yeah, Spaghetti. What gives?” Richie said with a crooked smile, cocking his head to one side as he leaned back on his elbows.

“Fuck you, dude. I take it all back. Every fucking word,” Eddie growled, crossing to Richie and swiping one of the pillows out from under him to smack him in the gut with it. “You’re such a dipshit, you know that right? I meant yes to you not yes to whatever the fuck you took me saying yes to mean.” Richie opened his mouth, meaning to point out that the rest of the Losers were still in the room. Instead, all he could do was gape at his boyfriend. “Oh, fucking forgive me if I wanted to take a minute to enjoy the fact that I finally got over my shit, marched back here, and made a fucking move! Maybe I wanted to keep it between us for, oh, I don’t know ten minutes before you broadcast to all of our friends that I just asked you out.”

Richie blinked a couple of times, stunned. He held his hand up, preparing to count off on his fingers. “So, to recap, you came home completely unannounced-”

“I live here, asshole! Do I have to tell you all-”

Flexing his outstretched hand, Richie added his index finger to the list, “Started fucking yelling at me about my face, my dating habits, my laundry habits, and my mouth,” added a third, smiling as he glanced past Eddie at the shocked faces of their friends, “kissed me, started yelling at me again for being too fucking tall but if I’m not mistaken,” he said, letting his hand spring back to his chest with a loud thud, “I am the one who made the startling confession and did the boyfriend asking and then returned to the game night that you were invited to in the house that we share with our friends without so much as a fucking word past reiterating that you really did want to be with me,” he listed, counting them off on the three fingers he’d joked about just moments earlier. He reached up, and took Eddie’s hand. “You, light of my life and pain in my ass, are the one who came in here guns blazing and broadcasting it for all of these Losers. I was simply being casual!”

Eddie squeaked out a laugh. “As if! You came in with all of the jokes and the fucking commentary! What the hell did you think they were going to think” Something I plan to eat later? What the fuck, Richie? I swear-”

“Because you’re so cute, cute, cute, I could just eat you up, Spaghetti,” Richie said, tugging at his boyfriend’s hand, chewing at his lower lip.

Stan sighed, pulling the box out from under the table and starting to count out Eddie’s starting pile. “He’s always talked about you like that,” he said flatly.

“Yeah, as s-soon as you came in we would have just let it g-go as him being a dickhead,” Bill laughed, reaching into his pocket for his wallet and pulling out a fifty, taking the one Mike was flagging toward the table and tossing them both at Ben. Bev and Stan both dug through their Monopoly money and tried to pawn that off as fair, receiving nothing but a disapproving tut from Ben, now $200 richer- in real currency, even.

Settling back into his spot, Stan glanced over at his friends, thoroughly happy for them. “So, if you two are done, we were just starting on Monopoly and I had the car set aside just in case,” he offered, sticking the pawn on the stack of brightly colored bills and handing them up to Eddie who just stared blankly at him. “I open tomorrow. In or out?”

Richie swiped the pieces and laughed. “C’mere,” he said said, a little roughly, tugging Eddie down to sit between his legs. Snuggling back against his boyfriend, he smiled, rocking back and forth a bit.

All it took was one subtle moment- Richie pressed his lips to Eddie’s neck gently, whispering in his ear and Eddie shut his eyes smiling happily. Mike cooed some nonsense about it being ‘about damn time,” and Eddie blushed, admitting that, yeah, it was. That’s all it took for Stan to lock eyes with Eddie, claiming that now he was vulnerable. The peace was broken with unrelenting trash talk as Eddie took first roll.

“Is it a g-good idea to play Monopoly, of all things, the day they actually g-get together?” Bill asked Ben quietly as he walked back to the kitchen to grab the second round. As oldest, he always went last for every game, making him the barmaid, most nights.

“It’s not like they’ve never played together before,” Ben answered, watching the new couple with a gentle smile as his own girlfriend batted his hand away for distracting her. “Besides, Richie’s pretty calm with Monopoly.”

“It’s not Richie I’m worried about,” Bill said as Richie cursed. Eddie had given an evil laugh, teasing that Ben had always been on his side and, in throwing his head back, nearly concussed him. “Although, maybe I should be,” he laughed, shaking his head, passively wondering if, maybe, he could see the future or something because hadn’t he just asked-

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chilling-seavey · 4 years ago

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Passchendaele WW2 Extension - Friends, Falls, and Close Calls

Notice from the RAF: This letter has been scanned and sensitive information has been removed for the safety of our nation.

Mum and Dad,

The British, Americans, and Canadians are planning an offensive for next spring, and training has already started. After four years of war, it’s about time we start to actually push back. A few towns in the south of England have been evacuated for us to stay and I feel badly sleeping in someone else’s bed while they are forced out of their homes. However, I must admit that it’s much more comfortable than the bunks on base. Charlie and I have met a few American soldiers here as they came over for training too. Their officers feel much more intimidating, but I suppose that’s how the work gets done. After four years it’s not like I’m unfamiliar with harsh orders and demands. Charlie and I are still flying our same plane and it’s nice to have that consistency. Not that it’s a terribly big deal to keep flying the same plane but it makes us feel like better pilots!

Anyway, I have to go. We have a drill in a few minutes and they wait for no one! I love you both lots.

Your son,

Richie

April 30, 1925

“Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr- good weather for a flight today.”

“Very good weather, Pilot Charlie.”

The boys were in the Besson’s front lawn in the spring afternoon with their toy planes in hand, running around with them held up to recreate their path of flying. They were mimicking the sounds of engines with their lips as they ran in circles around the perimeter of the yard. At seven-years-old, pretending to be pilots was their way to escape their little hometown and let their imaginations truly soar. It was their favourite little game.

They tried to speak over each other as they dialogued back and forth, making up a story as to where they were flying and why. The adults sat on the front porch with their tea, talking amongst themselves while the kids played, unphased by the boys’ shouting and little engine noises as they ran in circles together.

However, the two seven-year-olds weren’t terribly coordinated or good at looking where they were going and they ended up running right into each other in the middle of the yard, smacking together hard and both toppling backwards onto the grass. The impact stunned them into silence and they stared at each other with wide eyes, Charlie’s only going wider as he saw the blood trickling down his best friend’s chin.

Neither of them spoke for a moment and Richie finally lifted his hand to his mouth, finding his front tooth knocked out and his gum bleeding down his lips and chin. The boys just stared at each other, unmoving, their seven-year-old brains too in shock to even know what the heck to do next.

“Are you boys alright?” Corbyn asked from the porch as the four adults looked over at their sudden silence.

The boys turned to their parents with wide eyes, Richie’s blood dripping onto his shirt and the adults gasped at the state of him.

“Richard!” Christine gasped and jumped up to tend to her injured son.

Richard only broke into a grin and shrieked with laughter, “That was so cool!”

Christine stopped at the edge of the porch as the boys literally rolled on the grass in fits of laughter, obviously unhurt by their crash. Corbyn stood beside his wife as they watched their son wipe his chin with his shirt before turning to the grass to look for his missing tooth. When he found it, he jumped up and ran over to his parents, holding it up to them.

“Look! My tooth fell out!”

“I think your best friend knocked it out.” Corbyn laughed, holding out his hand to take the tooth from Richie.

“I’m sorry.” Charlie mumbled from a few feet back.

“Accidents happen. It was going to come out eventually.” Corbyn assured him.

Charlie nodded and shuffled up the porch to his mother’s outstretched hand, a small pout on his lips while Richie was taken inside to clean himself up and get a new shirt. Elizabeth pulled Charlie onto her lap and pressed a kiss to his cheek as he leaned back against her and Daniel passed their son a little tea biscuit from the table. Charlie smiled softly at his father and munched the treat gladly as he waited for his friend to return.

Moments later, the front door burst open and Richie came running about outside in clean clothes and a washed face and jumped down the front steps of the porch, “Come on, Charlie!”

May 20, 1943

“Come on, Charlie! Pull up!” Richard shouted from behind him.

The empty bullets flying around them only rose their anxieties as Charlie tugged hard on the joystick, but the plane wasn’t responding.

“It won’t fucking budge!” Charlie swore loudly, slamming his hand down against the dashboard as if it would help. “Piece of shit fucking plane, go up.”

“Well bloody well do something! They’re coming up behind us!” Richie ordered, panic apparent in his voice.

They chose a sharp dive instead, ducking out of the way of the next round of empty shells. Eleven thousand metres above the earth and under training fire from their officers and their controls were malfunctioning. They could only thank God it wasn’t real enemy fire or they would be done for.

Even still, the skies were filled with other RAF pilots deep in their training for dogfights that were to be expected once Operation Overlord was sent into action the following year. There was a lot of be done. Training was pushing them harder than normal and running drills in the dead of night to keep them on high alert at all times. It seemed the lack of sleep had caught up to Charlie and he had forgotten about the routine check of the plane that morning, missing the obvious malfunction in the wing.

To say he was panicking was an understatement and his anxieties only made Richie worse too, the two of them struggling to dodge their officers’ training fire by weak seconds. They were honestly yelling at each other in the cockpit, speaking over each other and arguing over directions and orders and the fact that no matter what they did they couldn’t go up.

“Did you not check the wings, Charles?” Richard shouted angrily.

“No! I forgot! We were in a rush! We were already late because you-”

“I didn’t do shit! It’s your job to check the plane before training! Fuck! What the hell do we do now, huh?! We’re going to crash and it’s going to be all your fault!”

“Stop fucking screaming at me for a second!” Charlie yelled. “Let me think!”

Richard grumbled unpleasantries under his breath as he glanced around them to make them aware of their officers’ ‘enemy’ planes in relation to their location. A flick caught his eye and he turned to the left to see a small flame sparking on their wing.

“Oh…shit. Charlie, we’re on fire. We’re on fucking fire, mate!” Richard said quickly, literally reaching forward to tap his best friend’s shoulder.

Charlie looked out the left side window and his eyes went wide as the small spark easily caught into a larger flame, “Christ. Okay. We gotta fucking land, right now.”

Charlie flicked a few switches on the dashboard, and they pushed down into a dive. The wind whipping past them only seemed to make the fire larger and Charlie turned on their radio to alert their squadron of their emergency landing as they made their way back towards the training base. Richard watched with wide eyes as scraps of metal flicked off the plane as the fire was eating them bit by bit.

“Oh God.” Richard whimpered, looking down to the dashboard in front of him to check their location. His eyes caught on the photographed painting of Saturn taped to the side of the display and he bit hard at his bottom lip, “Come on. Come on. Come on.”

“I see the base. Unbuckle, Richie. We’re gonna have to run. This thing’s gonna fucking explode.” Charlie said, keeping one hand on the dash to steer while his other unclipped the straps keeping him in as well as his large parachute in order to get an easy exit.

The plane was nearly shuttering and the cockpit was getting hot as the fire grew bigger and they were almost sure the wheels were about to snap off with how hard they hit the field beside the town they were training in.

“Pull back!” Charlie shouted loudly and both of them yanked hard on the controls to screech the plane to a stop.

The moment they were still, they clamoured out of the cockpit – Richie nearly falling right off the opposite wing as he jumped out and made a run for the town to get as far away from the plane as possible. Charlie stopped and turned back.

“Charles! Get the fuck out of there!” Richie screamed after him as he watched his best friend run back to the plane. “Are you mad?!”

Charlie held his hand over his mouth behind the smell of burning gas as he reached into the cockpit and snatched the photograph of him and his father from where it was taped to the dash. He then ran after Richard, toppling right into him with a startle as the plane exploded seconds later into a huge burst of flames. The two best friends hit the ground together, hands over their heads in fear they were still too close but after a moment they looked up to their safety. A few crew men were rushing over to tend to the destroyed plane as it sat in the middle of the field and burned black smoke high into the bright blue sky.

Charlie rolled over onto his back, panting, and pushed himself into a sitting position. Richard followed, giving his friend a hard shove to the shoulder.

“Bastard. We could have fucking died…and not even honourably: in training, for Christ’s sake.”

Charlie let out a deep exhale and held his face in his hands for a moment, the sweat dripping from his hairline making a trail down his cheek and across his jaw, and he took a few breaths before looking down at the photograph he ran back for. He held it to his chest and looked up to the sky through his breathlessness. “I’m sorry, Richie. I should have checked the plane. I’m a fucking fool.”

Richard sighed and tucked his knees up towards his chest as they watched their plane burn, “Nah, you’re not. Accidents happen.”

Charlie sniffled and nodded lightly, glancing back down at the picture in his hand, “I didn’t grab your photograph.”

“That’s alright.” Richie assured him. “Real thing’s hanging in my bedroom back home anyway. One more second over there and they’d be pulling you out of that mess of flames.”

Charlie didn’t answer, just stared down at his picture.

“You didn’t grab any of Mary’s things.” Richard noted.

Charlie sniffled and shrugged, “This was the only thing I could even think of, truthfully.”

Richard smiled at his best friend and they looked back to their plane. There was a moment of silence as they sat on the grass together.

Richie spoke up first casually, “What was that Mary said about this being a ‘lucky plane’?”

Charlie cracked a small smile at his best friend’s teasing joke and nudged him playfully with his elbow. Richard draped his arm around him and they leaned together quietly, watching their once beloved plane destroy itself into flames.

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duskwoodgirl4life · 1 year ago

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⚠️⚠️Trigger warning this chapter contains sexual content, no consensual sex and violence and rape. if you do not feel comfortable read this chapter please do not read it. ⚠️⚠️

Chapter 2

As the weeks went on Jake and MC were gathering more and more evidence against Richy. They had managed to track him to the dare house where he was keeping two victims in the house. They had managed to follow him one night to see where he was going and what he was doing. They saw him drag two women into the house. They didn't know what was to come next as it meant trying to get into the house. They couldn't risk Richy seeing them so they decided to head back home and come up with a way to finally stop him.

Once they got home they got to work laying out everything they had and started to piece it all together. "There is so much here Jake we are gonna get him Incan feel it" Jake could see the big smile on MCs face. "We sure have MC all thanks to your brilliant mind" MC smiled and kissed Jake softly on the lips. After a few moments they got back to work after what seemed like days they had finally pieced everything together.

From the evidence that they had a pattern that started to emerge Richy had been showing a pattern. He picked certain nights to go out and target semi drunk women walking back from a night out partying. Richy would go into the bar in some form of disguise, get talking to his target and once he knew she was drunk enough he would spike her drink and watch everything unfold.

Richys POV

That's right my love you drink that down and we can go back to my place and I can show you what fun really is. I sit watching my next victim. She's a blonde with big tits and a really good looking body her laugh is so fucking annoying. Everytime she laughs I just want to stab her through the chest and see how much she laughs then. I have been sitting here listening to her drone on about her bullshit life that I have no interest in. I think now is the time to step up the plan while she is not looking. I slip something into her drink that will make her shut her stupid ugly mouth in minutes. That gives me enough time to get her out of the dead end bar and back to the dare house.

Everything is going according to plan. I've dumped her in the back seat of my car. She's not going to wake up any time soon. Once I arrive at the dare house I turn the engine off and step out of the car. I open the back door and her legs have fallen open. The twitch inside my pants is growing. I can't resist the urge any longer I unzip my pants and pull out my hard cock. I move my hand up and down a few times and a grown leaves my mouth. I get into the car and pull her legs further apart. The tip of my hard cock poking at her cunt. I push inside her and fuck like I've never fucked before I grab hold of her tits and start to play with her hard nipples. I can feel myself wanting to cum so I start to bang deeper inside her and with a few final pushes my cock explodes inside her and fill her up with my thick white cum.

I pull my cock out of her cunt and put my cock back into my pants. I drag her still lifeless body out of the car and drag her into the house. I drag her down into the basement and tie her up with rope. I leave her to come round and head back up the stairs. I pour myself a whiskey and sit down on the only good chair in the house. As I sit my whiskey I pull out my list of names I cross off my latest victim's name. As I skim down the list I see my real target, the one I've been working towards for so long now. MC you will be mine my love we're meant to be together soon my love soon.

I pour myself another glass of whiskey. I look at a picture of MC that I took from afar without her knowledge. I feel my cock starting to harden again, unzipping my pants I pull out my hard cock and start to move my hand up and down. Moans start to escape my mouth as I jerk my cock as I look at the picture of MC I start to picture her hand on my cock her tongue licking my balls. I can't take much more as I cum all over the floor, my thick cum dripping out of my cock. I put my cock away grabbing the whiskey and headed down to the basement. I see my pet is starting to wake up. I stand over her kicking her with my boot. She opens her eyes and looks right at me. I love to see the fear in their eyes. I bend down and pull her head back slightly and give her some of the whiskey.

"Fighting will only make this worse for you but more fun for me" she tries to back off into the corner but has no luck. "W-what do you want from me? Please let me go" I see the tears starting to roll down her face but it only makes me smile. "I've already had my fun with you when I knocked you out, your cunt was very wet' her crying starts to get louder as she realises what's happened. To make her shut up I force some more whiskey down her with something in it to knock her the fuck out.

I went back up the stairs to get away from her. If I keep looking at her I'll kill her before I even get to have any more fun with her. After a while I go back down to see if she's awake yet. I decide to take the rope off her and drag her over to a chair and tie her hands back up so she can't escape.

MC and Jake arrive at the bar Richy was in and they rush in frantically searching for any sign that Richy was still there. "Jake he's not here we've missed him" Jake grabs hd of MCs hand "come on I know where he's taken her" they both rush out heading towards the car Jake drives off quickly towards the dare house. "Jake what's happening? Why have we stopped?" Jake bangs his hands against the steering wheel and gets out of the car. "The engine has overheated again, it needs to cool down before we can go anywhere" MC gets out of the car and walks over to Jake. "How long is that going to take Jake" Jake works out how long it's going to take before they can get moving again. "It's going to take at least 20 minutes"

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #duskwood jake x mc #i love you jake #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you #duskwood richy #duskwood Detectives

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edspageds · 4 years ago

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I’d love a “I think we were too loud last night” !!!

Prompt: “I think we were too loud last night”

Ship: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier - Reddie

Rating: M

I had more of a funny idea for this one, so hope you like!

Send me your prompts! <3

Eddie awkwardly shovels another spoon full of sweet potatoes into his mouth. The normally delicious meal turning to ash on his tongue. Mr. and Mrs. Tozier carving into the holiday ham like they didn’t hear Eddie cum all over the guestroom desk (Or, Richie’s Room, as his husband insists it be called. Despite everything Richie related having been purged from the room for years in favor of doilies and colourful fake flowers and anything else you’d expect an elderly women to collect.) Either their hearing really is starting to go, or the two of them have the ability to keep remarkably straight faces.

He didn’t think anything of it at first. Richie’s fingers in his mouth, pressing down on his tongue mostly muffled his sounds, save the ‘thump, thump, thump’ of the desk nudging into the wall on each thrust.

But, mostly muffled still isn’t quiet.

It’s not until he’s downstairs the next day, helping Mr. Tozier peel potatoes for this very meal, hearing Richie hum in the shower a full floor away like he’s in the next room that he realizes his horrible mistake.

“So, uh. Do. Do you normally hear things that well?”

Idle conversation Eddie, just idle conversation.

Wentworth smiles innocently enough, and Eddie isn’t sure if he’s mocking him or not. “You bet your fur!”

He says like it’s some inside joke to say an old timey saying no one uses anymore. “If I knew the kind of boy we’d be raising! Should have listened when they told us these walls were thin. Thought it’d help hear when that boy was up to trouble. But, it mostly wakes us up anytime someone flushes, ha! You learn to tune it out, like a sleep-sound.”

Which means he heard. He heard them, and is just being polite with the best poker face Eddie’s ever seen. Or, he mistook the sounds for something else. Maybe the ‘thump, thump, thump’ could be mistaken for the rattling of pipes.

Yeah, but what the hell did they think his moaning was? Fucking cats in heat?

Especially when Richie pulled out, his cheeks clenching around the void left by his cock. Only to be replace by his fingers, fucking his-

“Cream? For your potatoes, dear, does it need more? I’m worried it was a touch dry.”

Eddie chokes on a grin. “Nope. I’m good. It’s good. De-lici-ous”

Richie, however, shoves food into his gullet like he doesn’t know the meaning of shame. His whole plate scrambled together into who knows what, gravy on potatoes, on meat, on stuffing.

Which. Okay. It’s Richie, so that’s probably true. But, his parents heard them fucking, and Eddie can’t be the only one freaking out about that here.

And how can they just smile through a meal, knowing this? Eddie knows they know. If this were reversed, and they were at Sonia’s, she would have pulled Richie out of the house by his ear and thrown him on the lawn. Making a nice spectacle for all the families on their street home for the holidays.

Eddie lasts maybe two seconds after Mr. Tozier heads to the kitchen to get the desert, and Mrs. Tozier insists on taking their plates and refuses even the notion of help before he’s whispering harshly to Richie. “What the fuck?”

If Eddie could read Richie’s mind (a small mercy that no one can), he’d hear him run through a check list of all of Eddie’s angry expressions. And, also wonder if it’s worth it to burp like he was going to, or if Eddie will pinch him in the side for being gross. But, he also kinda wants Eddie to pinch him in the side, cause he likes the attention, and Eddie never actually hurts him when he does it. It’s just nice to feel his touch, like an overgrown cat, he preens into it no matter how small.

Richie’s mind races ahead of his mouth, that matches his thoughts in a rather eloquent “Uh...?”

Eddie huffs leaning in close, eyes on the door like a whole circus is about to bust in. “I think we were too loud last night!” He hisses.

The ornate grandfather clock tick-tocks in the silence.

“Wha-pfft- no, Eds. Baby, holy shit, see my parents-”

Mrs. Tozier walks in and Eddie slams a kiss to Richie’s mouth to shut him up. Richie melts into it, overfull and stated from the meal, warmth exploding in bubbling pops in his gut. Which works perfectly as his face was already bright red, but at least now he as an excuse when he pulls back to meet Maggie’s soft eyes.

“You know, I’m so happy my Richie found you again. You boys were always so close, it’s nice to see some things don’t change.”

Eddie flushes red for a reason that isn’t embarrassment for the first time this evening.

Maggie takes her seat, and Wentworth follows right after, pie in one hand, ice cream in the other. And the tender familial moment is enough to think, maybe he should just let it go. Clearly neither Tozier parent were willing to bring it up, and they didn’t seem in the least uncomfortable. Far be it for Eddie to ruin such a wholesome moment.

Oh no, that’s what his husband is for.

“So,” Richie says so casually between mouthfuls of fresh strawberry rhubarb pie Eddie doesn’t see the warning sign. “You hear us fucking last night?”

Maggie chokes, admonishing him like it’s second nature. “Richie, language!”

Wentworth doesn’t even bat an eye, speaking with a full mouth. “Oh, no trouble like that son. Couldn’t hear you over knocking boots with your mom.” He winks in a very Richie way and Eddie is horrified to learn it’s inherited.

They share a good laugh, and Richie just smiles like he knows an even bigger joke in all this. “Still keeping the corks in? You know you’ll have a break in one day and won’t hear a thing.”

“The only breaks we have to worry about here, is break outs from the hoosegow. Still got a bounty on one Richie the Kid.”

Eddie wants to thump his head on the table, but Richie places a comforting hand on his thigh, the warmth soothing him. “Hear he goes by Richie the Man now. Keep the feelers out tonight, he’s got a partner-in-crime, and that ones a wild stallion, and their known to be loud.”

His eyes say it all, but he laughs innocently enough while Eddie wants to smother them both under twenty-three blankets.

Eddie would like to say he had the self-restraint to be respectful after that, even if they couldn’t be heard, it’s still a risk. (As if that wasn’t half the fun.)

Besides, as Richie said, he can’t help it.

This stallions a loud one.

#reddie smut #reddie fanfic #reddie drabble #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #asks #minors do not interact

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reddie-fangirl24 · 4 years ago

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Reddie fic request “I just want this Christmas to be special”

Warning: Some Suggestive Humor

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“I just want this Christmas to be special,” Richie said as he and Eddie were busy decorating the house. This was the first time Richie was decorating his house. Eddie was very surprised that he of all people didn’t go all out with the decorating. But he had tons of Halloween decorations.

Eddie giggled as he unwrapped the knotted up Christmas lights. “So I worry over Thanksgiving being special and now you’re worried about Christmas? That’s a flip.”

“It’s just that this Christmas is going to be different,” Richie explained, taking a break from pulling out ornaments from boxes. “Normally I have a comedy show on Christmas Eve which went very late and then when my parents hosted Christmas at their house I couldn’t make it home. So, every other Christmas I spent alone.”

Richie got up, with his knees cracking, and held Eddie around his waist. So, in other words, this year I have a comedy show and I get to be with you.”

Feeling his heart overflow with emotion, Eddie dropped what he was doing and gave his boyfriend a comforting hug. Richie ducked down so Eddie could throw his arms around his neck. This was Richie’s favorite thing. Eddie’s hugs were the best. He could hold Eddie around the waist and pull him as close as he could.

“Did you notice how sappy we became since we started dating?” Eddie asked him after pecking a small kiss to his lips.

Richie smirked at him, his hand sliding down Eddie’s back. “That and you’ve become way hornier.”

Without warning, Eddie pushed him against the wall and slithered his tongue inside Richie’s mouth. It wasn’t long until they were in a deep makeout session, right near the tree. Richie kissed his lips until he was kissing his cheek and then descended his neck. Eddie meanwhile slipped his hands under his boyfriend’s shirt and felt the flesh of his skin.

“Is that what you wanted?” Eddie whispered to him, his hands falling to his belt.

Just staring into Eddie’s eyes made Richie’s insides explode. He wondered if Eddie noticed the lump growing in between his pants. It was safe to say that he did with the way Eddie’s eyes turned hungry.

“How long have we been decorating for?” Richie asked him.

“Since after Thanksgiving.”

“And we haven’t had one moment in the bed?”

“That’s because you’ve been worrying over Christmas, you goofball!”

“Well, silly me,” Richie teased.

“So, what are you waiting for?”

“‘Cause your mom and I did it over by the Christmas tree one year. I thought you were still mad at me.”

Eddie gave him a look. “Do you want me in the bedroom, too because you can make love to yourself all you want.”

Richie picked the man up into his arms, to which Eddie immediately wrapped his legs around his torso and they walked off to the bedroom. “Of course, I just like you all angry. Makes you look hot.”

“You’re lucky that I love you.”

#Reddie #reddie fanfiction #reddie christmas #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it chapter 2 #it movie

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just-jordie-things · 5 years ago

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Secret Muse - Richie Tozier

word count: 4308 warnings: swearing, mentions of sex summary: (y/n) and Richie have been secretly going out for a while now... and it was fun at first, but it was getting pretty hard to hide their feelings as they grew into something more.

___

Click.

Richie’s brow furrowed a bit, and his nose twitched as he could see a bright light behind his closed eyes.

He brushed it off, and went back to resting, but then he heard that sound again.

Click.

And this time when the bright light flashed, he peeked an eye open, finding (y/n) sitting up at his side, camera in hand.

“What the hell are you doin’?” He mumbled sleepily, while she eagerly waited for the polaroid photo to print out.

“Nothing” She drew out the word, eyes focused on the black film of the photo, wanting to see the image appear.

He pushed himself upwards, to sit semi-properly on the bed. He had a way of sprawling out over the girl’s bed, the boy was all limbs. Not that she ever minded, she loved having him in her space. All to herself.

“Doesn’t look like nothing” Richie says, one arm wrapping around her waist, while his other hand snatches the photo out of her hand.

“Don’t ruin it!” She shrieks, taking it back gently from his hand.

Richie rolls his eyes at her, but his smile is affectionate as he looks at the picture.

“Now, why would you want a picture of me sleeping?” He asks, snorting at the photo that appeared on the polaroid. He then presses a kiss to her cheek, nose pressed up against her face. “You gonna start stalking me or something?” He whispers, and she lets out a small giggle.

“Oh, babe, we’re well past that, don’t you think?” She teases, turning to chastely kiss his lips. “Besides, I want something of just you. You’re my muse”

He smirks, leaning in with that look in his eyes- she’d been going out with him for a few months now, and she’d known him since they were kids, so she knew that look.

“You know you can have any of me any time of day, right baby-?”

“Yeah yeah,” (y/n) whacks her hand against his shoulder. “Unless anyone else is around” She says in a mumble.

See, Richie and (y/n) had decided when they first started going out, to keep it to themselves. They knew their friends would get weird about it, and thought it was best, for the both of them, to just explore their new feelings without other people stuffing their opinions in their faces.

At first it was perfect, it was kind of fun to sneak around, and hide in plain sight. But now she just wanted to be with him whenever she wanted. She wanted to hold his hand at school and cuddle up to him during movie nights. She just wanted to be completely his, and not just when they were in private.

“What’re you thinkin’ about, pretty girl?” Richie asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Despite the blush on her face, she gave him a sad sort of smile, before shaking her head.

“Just you” She says sweetly, before leaning in closer to kiss him.

“You’re a sap, baby” He murmurs, stealing another kiss.

“Yeah, I know” (y/n) whispers back, and drops her camera and photos so she can run her fingers through his mop of curls.

She lets out a soft sigh, before wrapping her arms around his neck, and laying back with him on the bed. Richie wasted no time in embracing her, holding her tight against his chest.

“You gonna nap with me now?” He asked softly.

She nods her head, and cuddles further against him, happily.

The problem now was that she was falling for him, and it was getting harder to hide that. ___

It wasn’t until the next day at school that she felt these nerves build up again. She wondered if waiting too long to tell their friends would look bac, or if they’d be upset with her for hiding this for so long, or if-

“If you keep thinking so hard, your head’s gonna pop right off, you know that, right?”

She almost jumped in the air when Richie appeared next to her in the hall, seemingly out of nowhere. He chuckled at her reaction, walking with her to her locker.

“Jesus, babe, calm down, what’s going on?”

“Nothing” She says quickly, shaking her head, and giving him a bright, but forced, smile.

Richie was an idiot, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew she was getting worked up over something.

“Come on (y/n/n), don’t bullshit me,” He says softly, and leans against the wall of lockers while she puts in the combination to hers. “What’s wrong?” His hand reaches out to hers, but she pulls away before he can take it.

“Really, Rich, nothing, I’m just tired, okay?”

He knows she’s still lying, and right to his face no less, but he drops it.

She doesn’t say anything else as she gets her things for first period. He waits for her to say something, literally anything, but she’s dead silent, until the bell rings.

“Gotta go” She says quickly, barely looking at him, before heading off. She didn’t even give him a chance to speak. ___

“Hey,” Richie whispers to Bill at some point in the middle of class. “Has (y/n) said anything to you? Um, about me?”

Bill’s eyebrows furrow as he looks back at his friend.

“No?” He responds, confused by the question. “W-why?”

“I don’t know… she just… was weird this morning-”

“Y-you probably annoyed h-her” Bill responds.

Richie shakes his head.

“But I didn’t do anything-”

“Sure,” Bill chuckles. “W-why do y-you care a-anyway?”

He doesn’t say anything, just stares down at his notebook, while Bill studies him curiously.

“O-oh, please d-don’t tell me th-that you h-have a c-crush on (y/n). W-what, are y-you secretly i-in love w-with her?”

A bit too late for that, Richie thinks to himself.

“No- I just-”

“Oh m-my god, you a-are” Bill says, and then lets out a groan that makes Richie grimace.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He asked.

“Mister Tozier,” Scolds their Calculus teacher, “Is there something you’d like to share with the class?”

“No, Miss Scottsdale-”

“Well then how about we watch our language, hm?” The woman asked, hands on her hips. “Now zip the lip, and take the notes, please”

After a few minutes of taking notes, and keeping his head down so he didn’t get sent to the principal’s office for the third day in a row, he turned to Bill again, this time with an annoyed and expectant look on his face, silently asking why he’d reacted so horribly.

“O-obviously it’s not a g-good idea, Richie,” Bill says to him quietly. “It’s (y/n)... sh-she’s our f-friend”

“And?” Richie shakes his head, his heart on a slow plummet to his stomach.

“And it w-wouldn’t work,” Bill chuckles at the mere idea of Richie and (y/n) being together. “Y-you’re polar o-opposites”

Richie stares down at his empty notebook, and tried to shove the disappointment he felt way, way down. He shouldn’t be so upset, he knows that Bill’s wrong, because he and (y/n) do work. They work really well.

But it still sucks to hear from his best friend that he didn’t think they were a good fit.

“R-really, not a g-good fit, l-like at all, it w-would n-never-”

“Okay I fucking get it”

“Tozier! Office, now!”

He didn’t even care at that point, just grabbed his bag and books and bee-lined for the door. ___

(y/n) had been stuck on the same essay prompt for the past two hours. She’d come straight home from school, sat down at her desk to get to work on her english project, and she hadn’t come up with one good idea for it.

She knew why. Any other day, she could get to work and write the whole essay in one sitting. But her mind was preoccupied, and unfortunately, this thing with Richie that she was in was taking up every thought in her brain.

He must have somehow known too, because next thing she knew, there was a knock on her window, and Richie Tozier himself was climbing in before she could even invite him.

“Richie,” The relief in her voice came out in a sigh as she stood up from her desk to walk over to him. “You could’ve come in the front door, my parents aren’t home-”

Before she could even finish talking, he was wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning down to kiss her. It was quick, but his lips were soft against hers. She’s smiling against his lips, and she’s still smiling when he pulls away.

“Well hello to you too,” She murmurs, giggling nervously. “What was that for?”

“I just missed you today,” He mumbles, a content smile growing on his lips. “And I was worried about you”

“Worried about me?” She asks, tilting her head to the side. “Why?”

“I just knew you were kinda… um… off this morning, and I- I wanted to make sure you’re feeling alright…” He licks his lips before continuing, “And feeling alright… about us…”

Her lips quirked up into a smile, and she laughed again, this time more genuinely. Not because he was funny, but because he was so cute, and it was sweet that he came to check up on her.

“I’m okay, Rich,” She hums. “This morning was nothing, you’ve got nothing to worry about”

He grins, pulling her closer, one of his hands reaching up to cradle the back of her head. His fingers stroked through her hair for a moment, before tangling themselves in the roots and he spoke up again.

“You still like me and all that shit?” He asks, voice softer than she’d expected.

“Somehow, yes,” She teases. “Of course, Rich,”

She leans up on the tips of her toes to press a reassuring kiss against his lips.

“You wanna stay over and watch a movie?”

He grins, nodding his head, and forgetting all about Bill’s stupid opinions for a minute. And when she fell asleep curled up in his lap on the couch, he decided it didn’t matter what Bill thought- or what any of their friends might think. He loved her so much that he thought his heart might explode if he looked at her any longer.

She always insisted that she wouldn’t fall asleep if they cuddled. But then he’d start to feel her body slumping into his more, her head lying on his shoulder or his lap. Then she’d request a back rub or a blanket and she’d be done for. Out like a light.

Richie never minded. He thought it was adorable that she’d get too cozy and drift off in his arms. Her head was lying in his lap, legs curled up to preserve her own heat, and her arms tucked between her chest and his stomach. Tonight, neither one of them wanted to move to get her a blanket, so Richie had shrugged off his jacket and laid it over her instead.

Looking at her now, he hoped she’d never want to get up, because he didn’t want to either.

“I can feel you staring at me,” She mumbles. Her eyes don’t open, she’s still half asleep, but she just knows that he’s staring at her. She can feel them boring holes into her. “What’cha thinkin’ about, babe?”

Her hand reaches out towards his shirt, fisting the material.

“How pretty you are” He answers without missing a beat.

Always a charmer, (y/n) thinks as she lets out a short chuckle.

“Mhm,”

She looks up at him, eyes meeting his in an unamused stare.

“You’re pretty too,” She says, and smacks her lips in a playful air-kiss. “Now come on, what’s goin’ on?”

He sighs, and reaches down to run a hand through her hair. He does this a few times before finally speaking up. She almost could’ve fallen back asleep.

“I just had a… a weird conversation with Bill,” He says, and she nods for him to go on. “He just said some shit and it was annoying is all-”

“What’d he say?” She asked, leaning back on his legs to look up at him better. “You guys didn’t fight, did you?”

“No, not really anyways, but he-”

“Richie-”

“He said we’re not a good fit” Richie said quickly, before he could get too nervous.

“What?” (y/n) blinked, eyes going wide. “Did you tell him about us?”

“N-no, I just- see, he has this idea that I have a crush on you-”

“And you don’t have a crush on me?” She asks playfully, earning an eye roll from the boy.

“But he was really weird about it, (y/n/n). He said it would never work”

(y/n) frowns, not because Bill had said something so blatantly idiotic, but because Richie was clearly very hurt by it.

“Richie,” She giggles, and her brows knit together. “That’s nothing you have to worry about,”

She sits up in his lap, one of her hands brushing sweetly over his cheek, the other placed on his shoulder to keep her balanced.

“Don’t ever tell him I said this,” She whispers, “But he’s dumb,”

Richie snorts, and shakes his head at her.

“I’m serious, Rich, look at us,” She murmurs, thumb tracing over his cheekbone in the gentlest of ways.. “We’re a perfect fit,” She tells him, voice growing even softer as she looks him in the eyes. “Bill doesn’t know what he’s talking about”

This makes him crack a smile- she’s so sugary sweet he swears she’s gonna give him cavities, or Type Two- but that would be alright by him.

“You’re right,” He hums, eyes lazily wandering the features of her face. “We are perfect”

She giggles again, nodding as she leans in closer.

“How much more time do you need before you realize I’m always right?” She teases. “Besides, Bill wouldn’t have said such a silly thing had he known the truth, you know that,” She reminds him. “And, even if he was dumb enough to think that, I don’t care,”

Her eyes are soft, and focused on his so intently that all his worries disappear with her gaze. It’s a superpower she has, he thinks, because no one and nothing else could work a magic like that on him.

“Because I really like you, and I really like being with you, even if it’s just for a couple hours a week”

She gives him a timid smile, but when he grins back at her it grows.

One of his arms wraps around her back to pull her flush against his chest, and his free hand cradles her cheek to bring her face closer to his.

“Why are you so goddamn cute?” He murmurs, lips barely brushing over hers as she speaks.

She wastes no more time as she closes the distance between them, slanting her lips over his delicately. Her fingers spread over his cheek as she leans fully against him so that the kiss could last as long as possible- unfortunately, they need air eventually.

When they do, she nuzzles her nose against his affectionately.

There’s three words that her brain and her heart are collectively screaming at her to say, but they catch in her throat, and her nerves force her to swallow them.

Another time, maybe.

She doesn’t know that Richie is dealing with the same struggle. His anxiety gets the best of him as well, and he settles for holding her a little bit tighter and kissing her again. Which will certainly do for now. ___

It takes him a week to muster up the courage, and he knows just what to do.

(y/n) had just left lunch, and the class she had after was the only class she had without one of the Loser’s in it. She didn’t know how she got so unlucky to be in the class by herself, but Richie had known it was the only time she was alone, so it was the perfect time to plant it.

She went to her locker, dropping off her books from her previous class, and replacing them with the next one. It wasn’t until she moved to close the locker door that she noticed it.

It was a polaroid, taped onto the inside of the door.

A picture she surprisingly hadn’t taken, but she couldn’t have, because she was asleep in the photo. Passed out on Richie’s chest, who was very awake. There was a bright grin on his lips, and she could see that he’d wrapped one arm around her to keep her secure against him, while the other was outstretched above them with the camera angled downwards to snap the photo.

The picture alone was enough to make her whole day- hell, her whole week. It was the sweetest thing she’d ever seen. But it was what he’d scribbled below it that made it perfect.

I love you.

She knew just from the neat letters that he’d carefully written it, since it wasn’t in Richie’s usual chicken scratch.

Carefully, she pulled the photo off of the door, smiling uncontrollably as she stared at it, wanting it glued to her memory.

With only a few minutes left before class, she held it to her chest, before sticking it back on the door, and shutting it safely inside her locker.

The smile on her face lasted the entire day. ___

The next time she saw Richie was two days later.

The Losers had all gotten together for a night of video games and junk. Ben had just gotten the new Atari, so they found themselves clumped together in his living room, hogging the game and the couch cushions.

It was the first time that (y/n) found it incredibly hard not to throw herself at Richie. She was typically pretty good at controlling herself, or at least talking herself down. But she’d never felt something so strong, and she just wanted to tell him she loved him and kiss him senseless.

That was pretty reasonable, she thought.

“So, Richie” Stan speaks up with a snicker, and the look in his eyes already has Richie annoyed.

“What?” he mutters back, casting a momentary glance towards his girlfriend, who’s standing between the kitchen and the living room.

She’d been lingering there while there were pizzas in the oven, walking into the room occasionally to watch her friends play games and cheer them on.

“Bill told me about your crush” Stan continues, and it appears that Bill told everyone, because now there are six pairs of eyes on him, waiting for his response.

“Take a fuckin picture,” He grumbles. “And Stan, why don’t you cut the eleven-year-old-girl-drama, it’s not a good look on you”

“You’ve got a crush?” Beverly speaks up, eyes lighting up with excitement, because finally something interesting with one of these boys happened.

“He does!” Ben says before Richie has the chance to speak for himself.

(y/n), who’s still standing just a few feet away from the drama, is silent. She knows that even if she tried to jump in and save him, it would only get worse. So when he looked at her subtly, she gave the smallest of shrugs, as though to tell him to do whatever he wanted.

“Yeah,” Richie sighs in defeat. “I do”

“On who?” Beverly questions him again, and he doesn’t bother saying anything, because almost everyone is eager to tell her.

“(y/n)!”

They must have all shouted it at once, and then each of them turned to the girl mentioned, as though waiting for her reaction, which she doesn’t give them. She remains still, and quiet. Her eyes do travel to Richie, however, who’s rolling his eyes incredibly far back into his head.

Stan starts to laugh, which makes Bill start to laugh as well. The others give a few chuckles and giggles, but it’s not the same, and Richie knows it.

They’re laughing at him, and it drives him crazy.

He waits for them to stop, giving them both death glares before looking to (y/n), who’s nervously staring down at the floor, lost as to what to do to fix this awkward situation.

“You know what?” Richie speaks up, and he shoots straight out of his seat. The laughing doesn’t cease, but he doesn’t care. “Fuck you. Fuck both of you,”

The boys are wiping tears from their eyes as Richie whirls around, hurdling over the back of the couch to cross the room to (y/n).

“And fuck this, I’m tired of not getting to do this all the time” He says, surprising her and everyone else in the room when he cups her face in his hands and passionately kisses her.

A short squeak of astonishment dies in the back of her throat as she melts into the kiss, and soon she’s delightedly wrapping her arms around his neck to keep him at her level so that she can continue kissing him.

Richie seemed to want to give their friends a show, anyways.

He pulls away all too soon, letting out a dramatic sigh of relief.

“I’m fucking in love with her, okay?” He says to the others. “There. Now you know. We’re all on the same page now”

No one says anything, shell-shocked by what had just happened in front of them. Richie was proud to see so many jaws on the floor.

(y/n) reaches out to take his chin in her fingers, turning his head back to look at her.

“I love you too,” She whispered with a smile. “I tried to tell you the other night- last week- I just, um, was too scared” She tells him sheepishly.

“Me too,” he chuckles, and pushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Their friends are still wordlessly watching the scene before them.

“Did you like the picture though? I thought that was a pretty damn good idea”

“It was,” (y/n) laughs. “I loved it, it’s still there, I’ll keep it for-”

“I’m sorry,” Mike is the first to come to his senses. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand, like it’s physically troubling him to process this. “Are you two dating?”

(y/n) and Richie share a sheepish look before nodding back at him.

“Y-you were t-together th-this whole t-time?” Bill asks. “Richie, I- I’m so s-sorry-”

“I know man, it’s alright,” Richie says dismissively. “You didn’t know we were perfect for each other. Really though, her mouth fits perfect around-”

“Beep beep!” (y/n) shrieks, swatting at his stomach before he can even think about finishing that sentence.

Not that he has to. The smirk on his face speaks for itself.

“I- I have so many questions,” Eddie shakes his head. “Number one, why? And number two, (y/n), blink twice if he’s making you go out with him against your will”

“Jesus Christ Eds” Richie grumbled, but (y/n) finds it hilarious.

“How long have you been dating?” Ben asks, smiling between the unexpected pair.

“Five and a half months” Richie answers, because (y/n) is still laughing. He wraps his arms around her tight and pushing her face into his chest to muffle the laughing.

“So, uh, is it always gonna be like this now?” Stan asks, a cringe taking over his face that he tried to hide, but he couldn’t help it.

“Yep!” Richie announces, squeezing (y/n) tighter when she tries to shuffle out of his arms. “You’re just gonna have to suck it up and deal with it”

“Yeah, I managed to, you guys can too” (y/n) says, voice muffled in his sweatshirt.

“Would you shut the fuck up please?” He muttered down to her. “You’re makin’ me look bad”

“So you guys are like…” Mike glances to the others before continuing, “Full on married”

“How did we not notice?” Eddie mumbles.

“Richie’s surprisingly good at keeping his hands to himself” (y/n) answers with a grin, and this time it’s his turn to whack her in the shoulder.

The oven beeps then, and finally he lets her out of his hold to go get the pizzas.

“I honestly… can’t believe it” Beverly says once (y/n’s) gone.

“Yeah… (y/n)? Going out with you?” Eddie adds with a snicker.

“I mean, how did you even-”

“Actually, she asked me out” Richie says, before anyone else can say anything.

That seems to throw them for a loop again, and he just laughs as he walks into the kitchen after his girlfriend, leaving his friends to discuss just how the hell this all happened.

“Having fun?” (y/n) hums while she’s slicing up the pizzas on the kitchen counter. She sends Richie a smile over her shoulder for a moment.

He leans in from behind her to swiftly press a kiss to her cheek, before sitting on the counter next to her.

“Oh yeah,” He answers. “Especially now that I get to do that whenever I want”

She grins, and he takes one of the slices of pizza.

“So, are you gonna tell them that you begged me to go out with you, or…?”

“Nope. I’m just gonna fuck with them a little bit. They’re already going nuts out there”

She laughs, nodding her head. She expected no less from him.

“Alright dummy, help me carry these out” She says, holding a pan of sausage pizza out for him.

“Oh, I see, you want a big sausage pizz-”

“No- nope,” She shoved a hand over the boy’s mouth. “I want you to help me take these out to the living room” (y/n) says, before nodding her head for him to get moving.

“Fine, babe,” Richie sighs rather theatrically, and slides off the counter. “Maybe later then?”

She giggles, and pushes his shoulders so he’ll walk faster.

“Maybe”

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xoxo ~ jordie

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