#the way i interact w/ welcome home is uh... slightly differently than how i interact with more mainstream / company-produced media

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

if you have some, do you have any headcannons for barnaby?

honestly! not really! i don't have hcs for any of the neighbors!

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Let’s Stop This Pain Tonight // Arthur Fleck x Reader // so soft you’ll get toothache.

rebs-doom: hmmm something like being hopelessly in love with artie and making him dinner because u went to his house to check his mother health out and watching TV with him but you fall asleep and he watches you a lot thinking of how much he would like to kiss you  and you two happen to share the bed for that night and it’s weird because you two are only friends but being half asleep and everything you accidentally kiss him goodnight on his lips.

Female reader for this one, loves! It’s only the use of pronouns though, I think I used them once, so you can switch them out as you wish x

Arthur Fleck/Joker:  @writings-of-a-gen-z @x-avantgarde-x @mapreza1 @insomniabird @mavalenovaninagavi @itwasrealenough @morrisonmercurymalek  @rand0ms-fand0ms @rafaelina-casillas @aclownthing @rebs-doom @vivft @help-i-am-obssessed @autumnaffection @taintednihilist @vladtoly @mg-woolf99 @misstgrey92 @that-s-life @dopey-girl-blogs @seeking-dreamland @sweetheart-syndrome @heartxfdesire @xmusichealsthesoulx @0callmejude0 @the-one-that-likes-riddles @hannibalsslut​ @folliaght​ 

TW; swearing, err... i think that’s it. this one is mostly very fluffy. i had to bite into a pillow at one point to stop myself fangirling so loud i woke people up lmao.

word count: 2, 970.

It was with two quick and quiet raps that you knocked on Arthur’s apartment door, the paint flaking and the brass letters displaying his apartment information rusted so badly that the corners had been chipped down to a black that would leave some kind of residue on your hands. Oh… you wanted desperately to hold Arthur and to lift him out of everything that was holding him down, holding him back. 

The hand that you had used to knock hastily moved to support the hot, almost breaking brown shopping bag which had previously been balanced on one arm; the way one would hold a small child. You had cooked the Flecks enough food for about a week; you had seen that Arthur had a freezer so you had a lot of your own supplies at home to cook for them. You had seen Arthur topless numerous times - it was his preferred way to relax - and though you found him striking and truly, so beautiful that he seemed ethereal to you at times, the way his ribs seemed like they would rip through his skin if he stretched too fast worried you. It was all well and good, and admirable, for him to selflessly look after others, but what about himself? Didn’t he see that he was worth all that effort and more? 

A soft giggle snapped you out of your thoughts. You started, brain suddenly thrust back into reality. There you were, stood on Arthur’s doorsteps, thinking so heavily of him that you had completely missed his answering the door. He was leaned against the door frame, a smile still on his lips, as he stood there watching you.

“You have such a lovely look on your face, Y/N. What are you thinking about?” Arthur stepped back to allow you into the apartment and you made a beeline for the kitchen. Arthur and Penny were going to have a hot meal every night from now on, you would make sure of it. 

Too lost now in what you were doing - unloading the food and leaving it on the side to cool - you simply told the truth before you could apply your ill-used brain to mouth filter. “You.” 

Arthur blinked a few times before an unhappy giggle left his lips. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.” 

I just did, you thought unhappily. You turned back to the food and it was then that Arthur noticed what you had been focusing on. “Y/N, w-what’s all this?” His words came out in a rush and you looked up at him to see a huge frown on his face. Did he think that you thought it was an act of charity? Did he think you were an imposition upon his own home? Had you acted without thought, like you so often did? You were impulsive sometimes, you couldn’t help it; the thought, ah, fuck it was so often the motivation behind your actions that sometimes you couldn’t tell if you were responsible or not. Sometimes you didn’t want to know. It was just better to take every day as it came and let your future self worry about the problem. They had it all figured out, anyway.

 “Food for you and Penny. I’ve made enough for about a week. I’ll drop more off soon when I have the time.” You refrained from mentioning that you took up a few more shifts to fund this kindness, and that your own kitchen would be low for a few days until you got paid again. Somehow you figured that Arthur would take that as some kind of insult. He didn’t speak. You turned to look at him over his shoulder and you saw that he had clamped a hand over his mouth, his eyes glittering with painful tears to keep himself from laughing. 

You sighed quietly and pulled him into a hug, your fingers burying themselves in the hairs at the nape of his neck. You held him through the laughter, his body quaking hard in your hold. You didn’t say anything, you just held him, and when he choked on his laughter, you shushed him. What more could you do? You held him until the fit stopped, and then when he was done, Arthur slumped into your embrace and melted into the touch. He was so touch starved and always so grateful for every touch you gave him that it broke your heart. You had made it a point in the very early days of your friendship to give him casual touches, to let him know that he did exist, that he was real, and that you saw him and now it was as natural as breathing to touch each other.

The line between friendship and relationship didn’t exist with the two of you; it had been eradicated long ago. There was only the question of when. Tonight? You hoped so. You hoped that tonight would be the night that Arthur would finally get to taste happiness in its purest form. Not at the bottom of a pill bottle, not at the filter of a cigarette, but in a real, tangible form.

“Happy, is everything okay in there?”

You both sighed. A look of understanding was shared between you as with practised ease, Arthur swiped a hand over his face. To an outsider, to anyone who didn’t know Arthur, it’d simply look like he was scratching his nose. To you, though? Oh, you saw the way his thumb and forefinger brushed away tears, the way he sniffed, the way he swallowed against the lump in his throat and winced slightly. You saw Arthur Fleck and as he sighed again, straightened his back and went to see his mother, the final piece of you, right in the back of your head, clicked into place and settled into your new truth:

You loved Arthur Fleck.

Dinner was easily prepared; all you had to do was dish it out onto plates and then hand around cutlery. The three of you ate quietly, the only sounds coming from the television and the sounds of cutlery gently scraping against the ceramic plates. You were finished before Arthur and Penny and back into the kitchen to start washing up. Arthur couldn’t argue, couldn’t tell you off or swan you away from the kitchen by dancing with you, only for him to dart back into the kitchen with a quick, sharp laugh and a mischievous gleam in his eye that looked so right on him that it took your breath away - he had done that to you before, the sneaky bastard, and that was why you had eaten quicker than he and Penny. You wouldn’t let him do that today.

Today was all about him. The distinction didn’t make much difference, truth be told; for you, every day was all about Arthur. He was your reason to smile, your ray of sunshine, your best friend. You hadn’t noticed the day when you stopped living solely for yourself, but you couldn’t deny that you liked the change in you that loving him had caused.

“That was truly delicious, Y/N, thank you.”

You smiled. “You’re welcome.”

“Let me help you with that,” Arthur picked a tea towel up and you took it from him.

“Nu-uh. Go on, go sit down. You’ve been at work all day.”

“So have you,” Arthur frowned, opening his mouth to argue. If he really wanted to help you, you wouldn’t force him to sit down, but you could see the exhausted look on his face, the dark circles under his eyes which were growing their own bags, and the way he looked about ready to fall asleep where he stood.

“I’m not about to fall asleep at any second, Arthur,” You smiled gently at him to take any edge off your words - it never took much for Arthur to misinterpret or misunderstand things you said to him - and went back to washing up, pretending to ignore him. In reality, your entire body was trained on him. You tensed when he stepped closer to you, close enough that his chest was just touching your arm.

A soft, gentle pressure to your temple as he kissed you in gratitude. “Thank you.” He whispered, and then he was gone. 

You sighed softly, raised your eyes to the water damaged, mouldy ceiling, bit your bottom lip hard to stop yourself from squealing, and carried on with the chores.

There was nothing you could do to stop yourself from smiling, though, and it made the time until you could join him on the sofa to watch television flash by.

What had he done to you?

The thought, nothing I didn’t want him to do, kept you company while you walked the short distance from the kitchen to the sofa, flopping down ungracefully next to Arthur with a relieved sigh. He smiled, amused by your obvious display of tiredness, and Penny watched the silent interaction with a wistful look on her face. She had had that once too with her dear Thomas...

The evening was spent in this way, you and Arthur sat so closely together that you were touching shoulders, thighs and knees, old re-reruns of the Murray show playing quietly. At some point, Arthur stood up to dance with his mother, but you had already fallen asleep, emotionally and physically knackered. It was only Monday. Arthur wished you would take better care of yourself. The world was harsh; both of you were always so tired, but you both worked so hard and deserved some respite. Still, when did people ever get what they deserved?, Arthur thought bitterly.

The anger in him calmed almost as quickly as he felt it, not only because he didn’t want to feel it, but also because you snored once in his sleep. He chuckled quietly and reached out a slender, pale finger to poke your cheek. You wrinkled your nose, batted his hand away gently, and carried on sleeping.

“Look at her,” Penny whispered, not unkindly, “She’s away with the faeries.”

“I know,” Arthur’s voice was thick with an amused smile, “Isn’t she beautiful?”

Penny smiled at how happy her son was. He was practically glowing. Arthur, for his part, was only thinking of how badly he wanted to kiss you. Penny could see the love you had for each other, and thinking quickly, she said, “Why don’t you take her to bed? I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight. It’d be good for you.”

“But, mum, your back - “

“My back will be fine,” Penny laid a gentle hand on Arthur’s arm and nodded decisively at him. “Goodnight, Arthur.”

Arthur smiled without showing his teeth. His true emotions were in his eyes. “Okay. Goodnight, mum.”

Penny nodded, already getting comfortable on the sofa, as Arthur went into the kitchen and put away the now cold food into the freezer. His heart was so full of love towards you. He hadn’t eaten for days and there you were, thinking he didn’t know you were pulling extra shifts, just to feed him. He wished you didn’t have to work so hard and that you would take better care of your health, but the world stopped for nobody and he knew well what happened to those that slipped through society’s many cracks and were forgotten. 

He didn’t want the same to happen to you. He wouldn’t let the same happen to you. He’d die before any kind of harm befell you. With those thoughts giving him the strength, though he supposed the nutritious food you had made for him also helped, Arthur slid an arm under your shoulders, and another under your knees, and he lifted you. With more struggle than he anticipated did he move you into the bedroom, setting you down gently on top of the duvet.

The movement had woken you, and when Arthur came back from getting ready for bed, he saw you sitting up, bleary eyed and staring at the open doorway.

He’d laughed more today than he had in weeks. “Hello, sleeping beauty.”

You blushed. He wondered how far down your blush travelled. Did it spread across your chest like wildfire, just like it did on your face? He stopped those thoughts before they could start. He didn’t need you to see his arousal.

“Sorry I fell asleep.”

Arthur shook his head. “No. You needed it. You work too hard.”

“And you don’t?” You grinned. Everything was so right with Arthur.

Another easy look of understanding was shared between you as you both moved to get comfortable under the covers. As you switched off the bedside light, feeling a thrill run through you with the knowledge that you were sharing a bed with Arthur, you turned over to face him.

“Night.” You leaned over, kissed his mouth, and went to lay down but reality hit you like a bolt of lightning just as Arthur’s own body stiffened beside you.

“Oh my god, Arthur, I - “

Silence. It was uncomfortable, both of you holding your breath as the seconds ticked passed. Both of you were waiting for the other to make the first move.

“D-do you... do you m-mean... mm.” Arthur cut himself off, hiccuped, and you sat up straight and took his hands in yours, squeezing his hands to ground him so that he didn’t burst out with laughter. You took one hand away from him and turned the lamp back on, contorting your arm in a really awkward manner. You needed to be able to see each other in this moment. Arthur didn’t trust words, he didn’t trust people, but he trusted you and he needed to know that what you were about to say was real and true.

“Look at me.” You murmured, keeping your voice quiet, both because you didn’t want to ruin the tranquillity of the moment but also because you just didn’t want to wake up Penny. You could hear her soft snores already.

Arthur’s intense green eyes met yours and he looked like he was ready to be sick. He was scared of what you were going to say, what you were going to do, and whether or not you had meant to kiss him goodnight the way he had seen married couples do on the old films that his mother liked to watch sometimes.

You squeezed his hands and Arthur smiled, unable to help himself. “I see you, I love you, and I never want to be without you.”

His jaw dropped just a little, his grip on your hands slackened slightly, but you gave him space. You gave him the space and the time he needed for his brain to replay the entire evening - answering the door to see you standing there with a look of total love on your face, inviting you in and then the smell of all that food had greeted him, you comforting him in a way no one else ever did, including his mother, sitting with you on the sofa, and now this... He replayed your words again and again, and through it all you were patient and silent. Though you had no real way of knowing because there was no clock in the room, it must have been a good ten minutes before Arthur opened his mouth to finally speak,

“A-are you real?”

Your heart broke and you felt tears threaten to blur your vision. You blinked them back, wrinkled your nose against the impulse to cry, and nodded. “Yes. I’m as real as you are.”

Arthur couldn’t take it anymore. Here was everything he had ever wanted, and all he could do was cry. Tears, hot and heavy, poured down his face and you made a sympathetic noise as you gently wiped every tear away as they fell, lifting yourself up onto your knees so that you could press a tender kiss to his forehead. Arthur laughed quietly at the loving gesture and you smiled against his skin. He was so soft and you completely adored him.

“Oh~, I love you so fucking much.”

Arthur shook his head in disbelief. There was no way he was hallucinating. His mother had seen you, he had eaten the food and he had it in his freezer, and the way you were leaving goosebumps in the wake of your touches told him how real you were. 

“I love you too,” He grinned, the gesture free and easy, and this time you did cry. You cried for him, for all the hurt he’d been through, for all the times he’d been stomped on and beaten, torn down and left for dead, abused and manipulated, rejected and shunned. You cried because of him but, most beautifully, you cried with him. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” He repeated this phrase like a mantra, and you breathed in those three words spoken in his soft voice, and felt yourself coming home.

In the morning, you would talk about your next steps as a couple. Things would be awkward until you both settled into a rhythm, until Arthur got used to the fact that he wasn’t alone anymore and that he had someone to share all of his burdens with. But for now you would sleep. You switched the lamp off, got settled back into bed and fidgeted around to get comfortable until Arthur ended up being the little spoon; his legs curled up into the foetal position with your arms locked around him and your nose nuzzled into the crook of his neck. You could rest. 

You could rest in the knowledge that you were in love, that you were together and that, with this addictive and altogether surreal emotion to fuel your personal fires, you could take on the fucking world.

[trashmouth-tozier89]

Welcome to the Loser’s Club Asshole! - Ch.1 | ONE

Warnings: swearing, one homophobic slur (Bowers)

Word Count: 4,084

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

A/N - the first official chapter of the first series on my page! oof, this is gonna be a ride. please know this is basically my interpretation of the two recent adaptations of IT that have come out, and so the cast of this exactly the same, with you as Y/N! I hope you enjoy this, and my interpretation of the film! 

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Welcome to the Loser’s Club Asshole Masterlist 

Being the new girl was certainly the worst.

Y/N’s mum had decided her family needed a big change, and she assumed this would mean something like refurbishing the living room or getting a family pet, not moving to a completely different town on the opposite side of Maine. She had begged and pleaded, took every chance she could to convince her against the decision, but before she knew it, the house was bought and she was packing her bedroom into measly cardboard boxes.

Being a stickler for organisation, she had split everything she owned into 4 categories; clothing, books, cassette tapes and others. As she slipped her final book into the box labelled books, she sighed in relief; glad she was finally finished and could take a rest. It’s not like she owned much anyway, but she didn’t exactly like doing something which she didn’t want to do. Packing up her stuff meant that this was final, it was happening and nothing would change it.

Moving to a new city meant moving away from the place she called home; her friends, other family; she even considered the possibility that she’d miss the bullies at her school. She wasn’t exactly the most confident and outspoken person, so she wasn’t sure how easy it would be to make new friends. Especially considering the school her mum had enrolled her at, Derry High School, had taken one look at her grades and placed her in all the higher set classes. If she were to make friends, they would probably end up being nerds who were the pit of all jokes at the school. It’s not like she had any way of keeping in touch with her friends back home either; she wasn’t sure if her new house would have a telephone, and even if it did, catching up on the phone every night was not the idea of fun she had pictured for her summer holiday. She was utterly doomed to spend your summer indoors, alone, doing art to pass the time.

She lay back on the mattress that was once her bed, which annoyingly had no bedding on but it was better than nothing, and flipped to an empty page in her sketchbook, the pencil meeting the paper within seconds. She didn’t even have to think about what she was drawing, for the inspiration simply came without effort. Halfway through drawing, her mother barged into the bedroom, looking around to check she had completed what she had asked. Y/N could tell she was stressed, her decision quickly backfiring when she realised how much there was to do; the two were meant to be leaving for Derry tonight, and the moving truck was yet to arrive.

“Is it still not here yet?” Y/N questioned, looking to her mother’s worried expression and matching it. She nodded, shaking her head softly and sighing loudly. This really was taking a toll on her. “Is everything else packed up?”

It was just the 2 of them living in the house, though not for much longer. Y/N’s father had been out of the picture for about a year now, passing away after a terrible accident in one of the quarries across town, and it had taken a damaging toll on the whole family. Her mother had been feeling down for months, and she considered that this was probably the reason she wanted to move; the memory of her husband was bound to this town and if she were to move, maybe she could escape the pain. Y/N couldn’t deny, that really was the only reason she was happy to leave this town too, and so she went with her decisions with at least a little support.

“Thankfully it is. We are just waiting for the truck and then we can leave. I’d be happy to set off now, but I don’t know how I feel leaving all our stuff in the house by itself.” She explained, sitting down on the edge of the bed and resting her head in her hands. Like a miracle, the truck pulled in as soon as she finished her sentence, and Y/N could see the glee on her face when the middle-aged man from outside shouted “Is this the L/N residence” from the drive. She stuck her head out the window with a big grin, nodding yes and explaining she’d ‘be down in just a second’. It had all begun to set in; they really were moving, and they probably wouldn’t ever be coming back.

Making her way down, Y/N’s mother was in conversation with the truck driver, whilst other men rushed past her to grab all the furniture and boxes from inside the house. She only heard small snippets of her conversation, before sitting down in the car and closing the door. She didn’t want the big goodbyes and sadness; she wanted to get it over and done with before the emotions began to sit in. Thankfully, her friends had already said goodbye to her the day before; once she had left, she would be en route to Derry, no stops.

***

The new house was nice. It was nothing compared to her old one, but it was manageable. Y/N had her own room, and she could definitely fit all her furniture into it without too much of a squeeze. It just felt... strange. The whole town felt strange. Off. Like something wasn’t right.

Nevertheless, she lived here now and she wasn’t going to complain, because it would only upset her mother more and she didn’t want that to happen. Today was supposed to be Y/N’s first day at school, which she saw as extremely pointless considering the fact it was also the last day at school before summer. Her mother hadn’t picked the most opportune time to move house, but she wanted Y/N to at least get one or two friends before going into the summer, so she had someone to spend the time with. She understood the reasoning, she just didn’t exactly agree.

Especially considering she was 5 periods into the school day and yet to make any friends. Everyone either sent her a glance of disgust or confusion, questioning who she was and why the fuck she was even here. She peeked at her timetable to see her last lesson was easily the worst, Math. Being in the higher set didn’t make it much easier either. Apparently, the smart kids of Derry were much smarter than the smart kids of her hometown. Walking into the classroom, she recognised everyone from your previous classes, except one boy who sat right at the back of the class. His head was leant down, focused on a book, but she knew she didn’t know him based on the fact she hadn’t seen anyone with the same curly hair and blue shirt.  Due to the fact the only empty seat happened to be next to the boy, she made her way over.

“I-uh, is this seat taken?” Y/N asked, pointing to the vacant seat with a grin on her face. His head shot up at the sound of a girl’s voice, shaking his head slightly to indicate it wasn’t before looking back at his book. She sat herself down, pulling the math textbook out of her extremely light backpack and turned to face the boy. He seemed nice enough, and she thought she ought to begin making friends; at least then she could say she tried. “What are you reading?”

“Oh, it’s a book about birds.” He mumbled, almost like he didn’t want to be talking to her, but she wouldn’t let that put her off.

“Have you ever been birdwatching? I love to just sit in my back garden and watch them, sometimes I get my sketchbook out and draw them” she smiled at the thought, memories of her and her father sat in the garden with binoculars that were too big for her face hanging around her neck as he pointed out what each one was. Birdwatching soon became one of her favourite activities. That was the benefit of living near trees, and thankfully her new house also had that.

“Wait, you actually like birdwatching? I love it; b-but all my friends think it’s stupid!” He perked up, shocked to have found someone else with the same passion. She knew she was going to get along quite well with the boy, or she hoped at least. “I’m Stanley Uris, but you can call me Stan. That’s what my friends call me”

“I’m Y/N L/N. Hopefully we can birdwatch together sometime soon.”

“I-I’d like that” he grinned, cheeks blushing red at the idea of a pretty girl like her wanting to spend time with a boy like him. Her first official friend – Stanley Uris. Stan Uris. The boy from math class.

Maybe her summer wouldn’t be as lonely as she anticipated.

***

As the final bell of the day rang, the children of Derry High School spewed into the hallways, cheers and laughter filling what was previously silence. A collection of 3 boys rushed out of once classroom, carrying on down the corridor together; anyone around them could see very clearly that they were best of friends just from the way they interacted.

“So there’s like this church full of Jews right? And Stan has to take like this super Jew-y test” Eddie Kaspbrak, the smaller one of the 3, explained. The boy had a fanny pack tightly strapped around his waist, containing who knows what, and his backpack hanging over his shoulders. Some may have considered the extra accessory unnecessary for a school day, but they did not know Eddie and his hypochondriac personality well enough to make a judgement.

“But how’s it work?” Bill Denborough questioned; Bill was largely considered the leader of the pack due to his optimistic personality and valiance, also the fact that he was the tallest of the 3 gave him a slight advantage. Though, everyone has noticed the way Bill had been acting a lot more removed, and they immediately credited it to the fact Georgie, Bill’s younger brother, had gone missing only months earlier. No one dared to bring it up to the poor boy though.

“They slice the tip of his dick off!” Eddie pointed out, with a little too much enthusiasm. Bill pulled a face, as if to say Eddie was crazy, but the third boy simply scrunched his eyebrows together in a frown.

“But then Stan’ll have nothing left!” Richie Tozier, the final of the three, joked. Richie was the clown of the group, or as they liked to call him, the ‘trashmouth’. Mainly due to the amount of rubbish and vulgar words that came out of his mouth almost every second of every day. Richie couldn’t help it, it was his personality, but most people who met his for the first time didn’t expect such crude things due to the way he looked; the lens of his glasses were so thick, they made his eyes appear 5x bigger than they really were, meaning Richie was able to get away with a lot of the wreck he havocked.

“That’s true” Eddie started, before being interrupted from the touch of a hand grabbing his shoulder, and a familiar voice shouting “Wait up, you guys!” from behind him. The 3 turned to face Stanley, who had made his way out of maths a little late because he wanted to give Y/N his telephone number and address. That way, they would be able to birdwatch together.

“Hey Stan, what happens at the bar mitzvah anyways? Ed says they slice the tip of your d-d-d-dick off” Bill stuttered out, another stand out feature about the young boy. Bill had sported a stutter since he was a young child, which had earned him the nickname ‘Stuttering Bill’ from everyone at school. He hated the nickname, and he didn’t necessarily like his stutter either, but it had been getting better as time went on.

“Yeah, and I think the Rabbi’s gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and say ‘Where’s the beef?” Richie exclaims, earning a small chuckle from the other two, while Stan simply stayed straight faced.

“At the bar mitzvah, I read from the Torah” Stan began, earning the attention from the other boys, “And then I make a speech, and suddenly I become a man”

The explanation seemed enough for Eddie and Bill, but of course, Richie slipped in one more joke with “I could think of funner ways to become a man”. That was before locking eyes with a group of boys, obviously older, who went by the name of the Bower’s gang; there was Patrick Hockstetter, a tall quite lanky boy, with black shady hair; Belch Huggins, overweight enough so that his belly always hung slightly over his belt, a baseball cap on his head and a grin of mischief on his face; Victor Criss, rather tall and thin like Patrick, but with hair as light as his pasty skin; and lastly, Henry Bowers. Sporting a brown mullet, wearing a t-shirt and a look of disgust on his face, Henry was the worst of them all.  Even the name, Henry Bowers, struck fear in almost every student at Derry High. It was common knowledge; do not cross Henry Bowers or any of his goons. Unless you have a death wish, that is.

Richie had been so distracted by the gang, he barely noticed when Stan corrected his grammar; “More fun, you mean”

The Bower’s gang stared at the smaller group as they passed by, Patrick licking his lips at Richie as if he was fresh meat. It is obvious from the boys faces they were frightened, Eddie even double-taking once or twice to ensure they weren’t following. Richie piped up, noticing how the group had been rendered silent; “Think they’ll sign my yearbook? ‘Dear Richie, sorry for taking a hot, steaming dump in your backpack last March, have a good summer!”

Eddie and Bill chuckled at the memory of Richie’s disgusted face having discovered Bowers had, in fact, taken a shit in his backpack without him knowing. Richie had learnt from that point that whenever the gang were in the toilets, it wasn’t a smart idea to also go in. And make a joke which is bound to aggravate them. Stan, however, was too preoccupied by Greta Keene who had knocked into his shoulder whilst barging towards the toilet at a speed that was simply unneeded for a school corridor. Greta was also a bit of a bully, but mostly to the girls of the school, considering she thought she was superior to them all. With the attitude of a stuck up brat, Greta was despised by the group of boys too. This was understandable.

 ***

“Best feeling ever” Stan grinned, as the 4 boys dumped everything and anything they could out of their backpacks and into the bins in front of the school. It was extremely relieving for them, knowing school was finally over.

“Oh yeah? Try tickling your pickle for the first time” Richie quipped, earning nothing but eye rolls and sniggers from the rest. Thankfully, Eddie was changing the subject before Richie could continue.

“Hey, what do you guys wanna do tomorrow?”

“I start my training” Richie explained, as if it was the most obvious thing that could’ve been said. This confused Eddie, and the remaining boys, as he questioned “Wha-what training?”

“Street Fighter” Richie answered, referring to the video game in the arcade Richie had practically dedicated his life to complete.

“Is that how you wanna spend your summer? Inside of an arcade” Eddie grimaced at the idea; he never understood the appeal of gaming, or the arcade for that matter, whereas Richie was the exact opposite. Richie looked at Eddie with a disappointed look on his face, huffing lightly.

“Beats spending it inside of your mother!” Richie exclaimed, chuckling at his own joke as he lifted his hand to high five Stan with an ‘Oh!’, only for his arm to be pulled down by Stan, who wasn’t joining in on any of Richie’s jokes, and instead making a more reasonable suggestion; “What if we go to the quarry?”

Eddie seemed on board with the idea, Richie too, but Bill was quick to remind them; “Guys, we have the b-b-b-Barrens”

“Right” Stan responded, understanding that going to the Barrens meant spending the day searching for Georgie.

“Betty Ripsom’s mom…” Eddie mumbled, changing the subject once again, as he spotted the woman stood next to a police car. She was looking around at all the children, searching for her daughter, who had also gone missing month before.

“Is she really expecting to see her come out of school?” Stan muttered, feeling a pang of guilt as he noticed the distraught expression on the woman’s face.

“I don’t know” Eddie answered, “As if Betty Ripsom’s been hiding in Home Ec. for the last few weeks”

“You think they’ll actually find her?” Stan asked again, eyes still pinned solely on the woman.

“Sure. In a ditch, all decomposed, covered in worms and maggots, smelling like Eddie’s mom’s underwear” Richie retorted, almost with a lack of humour to it.

“Shut up! That’s freaking disgusting” Eddie complains, the fact his mother is the pit of another one of Richie’s jokes getting on his nerves.

“Sh-she’s not dead. She’s m-m-m-m-missing” Bill insisted, turning back to Richie with a saddened look in his eye. The boy’s hearts dropped at the realisation of what they were talking about, and how sensitive it was for Bill. If Betty was dead, that meant Georgie probably was too, and Bill wasn’t ready to accept that.

Richie adjusted his glasses slightly, apologising quickly; “Sorry Bill. She’s missing.”

Bill turned to walk away from the bins and towards their bikes, with the others following behind – “You know the Barrens aren’t that bad. Who doesn’t love splashing around in shitty water?” Richie barely got out before a hand had grabbed onto the straps of his backpack and flung him backwards, sending him tumbling into Stanley. As they fell to the grass, Stanley’s kippah slipped off his head. Patrick noticed this, and grabbed the head cover before Stanley could stop him; “Nice Frisbee, flamer” Patrick mocked

“Give it back” Stan insisted, but Patrick had flung the small hat into a passing bus and shouted “Fucking losers” before Stan could grab it out his hand.

Belch approached an unsuspecting Eddie from behind, burping loudly into his ear. This caused Eddie to gag and run to the over side of Bill to get away from the boy. Bill, however, escaped any ridicule apart from a nudge from Henry as he passed by, mumbling “Loser” not so discreetly.

All the meanwhile, Y/N was stood at top of the path leading down to where the confrontation could be seen happening. She had been walking out of the building to head home, glad the day was finally over, before she witnessed the boy from math class being pushed over and bullied by the group of boys she didn’t even know. She usually would’ve left this kind of confrontation alone, but considering Stanley was the only friend she had managed to make yet, she kind of owed it to him. She rushed over to Stan’s side, helping him up off the ground, him mumbling a small ‘thank you’ in response. She watched as the bullies began to walk away, but she wasn’t going to let that happen; who were they to treat her friend like shit?

“What is your problem?” she shouted, capturing the attention of the rest of the Loser’s, but more importantly the Bower’s gang. They stopped in their tracks, turning back with a look of surprise on their face; surprise that someone would have the audacity to stand up to them. She couldn’t help but take a step back, feeling intimidated by the older boys, but that didn’t stop the girl from standing her ground with confidence.

“What did you say?” Henry scoffed.

“I said, what is your problem – need I repeat that again? Maybe a little slower so you and your pee brain friends can understand it a bit better this time?” she retorted, not letting the pit of fear she felt bubbling in her stomach show. Eddie, Richie, Stan and Bill cowered behind her, looking at each other in shock that this random girl was standing up to the school bullies, insulting them.

“Y/N, right? Only your first day at this school and I’ve heard all about you. You and your mom – I heard, she gave the principal a blowie so he would let you join the school. Not surprised, from the looks of you, your whole family are whores.” Henry muttered, making his way closer and closer to her face. Y/N felt sick at his words, the idea of a rumour like that being spread around school filling her with nothing but rage. With his final sentence, she watched as his hand went to reach under her skirt, before he had locked eyes with a police officer who stood against one of the cars. He pulled his hand away almost immediately, and she swore she saw a look of fear in the bully’s eyes. He began to back away, thankfully, but finished with one final sentence.

“This summer’s gonna be a hurt train, for you and your faggot friends” He threatened, before licking his palm and sliding it across Y/N’s cheek in one swift motion, eventually walking off towards their car and driving off. As soon as the group were far enough away, Y/N span around to check on the boys.

“A-are you guys okay?” she muttered, checking all 4 of them for grass stains or bruises. Meanwhile, they stood frozen, staring at the girl. It was starting to make her nervous, like she had done something wrong; “what?”

“That. Was. Hot” Richie muttered out, one word at a time, as his eyes remained solely on the girl in front of him. He thought the girl was the prettiest person he had ever seen; her e/c eyes which sparkled in the sunlight; her smile which stretched up to her eyes, that just seemed so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness; her wavy h/c which flowed, it looked so soft, and he just wanted to run his fingers through- What was happening to Richie?

“Excuse me?” She questioned, furrowing her brows and giggling at the boy.

“Uh, thank you. He meant to say th-th-thank you” Bill stuttered out, the girls appearance setting him back a little too; nowhere near as much as Richie though. While the other boys had snapped back to reality, Richie still seemed in some kind of trance, until Stan nudged his side harshly.

“Oh that’s no problem, Stanley here is the only friend I’ve made so far, so I thought I’d help out. I guess I didn’t expect…”

“Henry, Henry Bowers” Eddie filled in, noticing she was racking her brain for a name she knew didn’t reside there. She nodded, smiling thankfully before continuing

“…Henry to be so, uh, psychotic. Is he always like that?”

“Pretty much, stay away from him as much as you can Y/N. He’s a dickhead” Stan warned her, watching as her head nodded in acceptance; he didn’t have to tell her twice. “Oh, we were going to head to the Barrens tomorrow, i-if you wanted to join?”

“The Barrens? What’s that?” she questioned, furrowing her eyebrows and looking around the group to see they were all staring at her in admiration.

“It’s a small tract of land still heavily covered in trees and plant life, but there’s a river that runs through it…” Stan explained, watching as she went to ask why anyone would want to spend their day splashing through shitty water, but his face said it all; don’t ask.

“Umm, yeah. I’d like that – you have my number right, Stan?” she asked, and he nodded quickly. “Right, well I guess I better be off – my mom’s probably sat at home, waiting to hear all about how shit my day was, so… I’ll see you guys tomorrow!”

She skipped off into the distance, Stan waving goodbye before turning back to the 3 boys who still stood shocked. Stan chuckled at the way they watched her leave, Richie’s mouth even falling open slightly, beginning to drool. He wiped it away quickly, before turning to Stan in an instant and almost yelling

“Who the fuck was that?”

[cocastyle]

Silver Cat

Pairing - Steve Harrington x platonic!reader

Word Count - 4,730

A/N - just some cute Steve and Y/N dynamic duo going on :) my requests are still open, so you are welcome to message me if you would like something written! I write for so many different fandoms and there are some that I haven’t even written for yet that I plan on writing for so just let me know which fandom it is and I will let you know if I write for them :) I hope you all enjoy!

Request - hey if youre taking requests do u mind doing a y/n Fic where she’s part of the scoops troop in s3 and she helps them w the russian codes and stuff (with a lil platonic!steve and reader)? @the-story-of-the-tucks

"Have a nice day," Robin Buckley muttered as she stuck her stiff arms out to the couple in front of her, two ice cream cones in her hands.

The couple quickly grabbed the ice cream, ignoring the look of pure boredom on Robin's face before the girl exclaimed happily, "Thank you!" Robin just gave them a forced smile in response.

The couple moved out of the way to reveal the smiling face of a young boy, his curly hair sticking out from underneath his hat while his smile was so wide that Robin couldn't help but wonder if it hurt his face. "Hi!" the boy said excitedly.

Robin perked up slightly, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as she said back, "Hi."

"I'm Dustin," the boy told her as if it would answer all of her questions.

Robin just looked at the boy in amusement and confusion before replying, "I'm Robin."

"Pleasure to meet you," Dustin smiled. "Uh, is—is he here?"

"Is who here?" Robin questioned, her amusement fading as she gave the boy a look of pure confusion.

At that moment the back door to Scoops Ahoy shot open and Robin let out a small sigh as she realized who Dustin was talking about. "Henderson!" Steve Harrington excitedly exclaimed, the two boys instantly laughing in joy as Steve came bounding over to Dustin.

"Henderson! He's back! He's back!" Steve exclaimed, excited to finally see his young friend who had been away at camp for so long.

"I'm back!" Dustin confirmed, earning a huge grin from Steve. "You got the job!"

"I got the job!" Steve said before imitating a trumpet and rushing the rest of the way over to Dustin. Robin raised both eyebrows in amusement as she watched the two boys perform what must have been their handshake which ended with a lightsaber battle and Steve bleeding his guts out everywhere before the two laughed. Robin was about to question the older boy about Dustin when a voice broke out from the front of the store.

"Shit, is that you, Harrington?" a voice called out, amusement evident in their voice.

All three quickly turned to look at where the voice was coming from to see a young girl around Dustin's age standing at the front of the store, a fresh set of white converse on her feet, mom jeans, a yellow shirt and a denim jacket tossed lazily over one shoulder. The girl popped a piece of chewing gum and Robin chuckled, already liking the girl despite not even knowing her.

"Y/N L/N, well shit," Steve muttered, the two staring at each other in silence before breaking out into grins and running over to each other. Y/N was in the older boy's arms within a matter of seconds and Steve instantly spun her around, laughter escaping both of their lips as they hugged each other for the first time in weeks.

"Woah, how come I didn't get a welcome like that?" Dustin complained while Steve set the young girl back on the ground.

"When you've know each other as long as we have, you're bound to get a welcoming like ours," Y/N explained before she glanced over at her friend with a smile. "Besides, don't act like I didn't flip my shit when you got back yesterday."

Dustin chuckled and shook his head at the girl, memories of how Y/N had literally screamed before tackling the boy to the ground in a hug flashing through his head. Both of the teens had been away at camp for the past couple of weeks—Dustin having attended a science camp while Y/N went to a big music camp—so they had missed each other immensely.

Both had wanted nothing more than the get back home and reunite with their friends, but so far their friends had ditched them and left them to dry pretty much. That left just Dustin and Y/N and the two had decided to go see Steve that day after Dustin had mentioned needing to tell them both something. However, Y/N had to stop by the restroom before going to Scoops which was why Dustin had arrived before her.

"How many children are you friends with?" Robin suddenly asked, breaking the three from their thoughts and thus making them turn to look at the older girl who was looking at Steve in amusement.

Y/N chuckled softly and Steve sent her a small glare before he looked between Dustin and Y/N and then gestured towards Robin as if that was all the explaining he had to do.

This only made Y/N laugh louder and Steve rolled his eyes playfully before grabbing the girl and giving her a noogie which only ended up making the two laugh while Dustin and Robin watched the two interact in amusement.

Yeah, it was definitely good to be home.

- - -

"No, no. No way," Y/N muttered as she shook her head, shoveling some more ice cream into her mouth as she glanced up at her curly haired friend.

"Hotter than Phoebe Cates?" Steve questioned, his eyes showing Dustin his disbelief. The boy quickly shook his head and leaned back besides Y/N his arm around the seat behind her. "No."

"Mm-hmm," Dustin hummed. "Brilliant, too. And she doesn't even care that my real pearls are still coming in. She says kissing is better without teeth."

Y/N and Steve both scrunched up their noses in disgust and glanced at each other while Dustin wasn't looking. Y/N then just let out a small sigh of disbelief and ate another spoonful of ice cream, leaving Steve to deal with Dustin.

"Wow. Yeah, that's great," Steve managed to get out. "Proud of you, man. That's so—that's kinda romantic. That's like wow."

Dustin just smiled in response and Y/N and Steve shared another look before quickly looking towards the boy who had began to talk. "Hm. So do you really just get to eat as much of this as you want?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah. I mean, sure. It's not really a good idea for me, though. I gotta keep in shape for the ladies," Steve told them while Y/N raised an eyebrow at the older boy.

"Yeah, and how's that working out for you?" Robin called our earning a giggle from Y/N while Steve looked to his coworker in annoyance.

"I like her," Y/N said as she smiled in Robin's direction.

Steve gave them young girl a pointed look before saying, "Ignore her,"

"She seems cool," Dustin argued.

"She's not," Steve muttered quickly. "So, where are the other knuckleheads?"

Y/N huffed at that before sticking her spoon into her ice cream sundae and looking to Steve. "They ditched us yesterday," she said, a pissed off expression on her face as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"No," Steve said in disbelief.

"Yeah, our first day back. Can you believe that shit?" Dustin asked while Y/N let out another huff and leaned against the curly haired boy's shoulder.

"Whoa. Seriously?" Steve questioned.

"I swear to God," Y/N frowned, thinking of how the group had all welcomed her home with open arms before ditching her at home.

Dustin noticed the girl's long face and used his free hand to pat the top of head that was leaning on his shoulder. "They're gonna regret it, though, big time, when they don't get to share in our glory," Dustin assured the two.

"Glory? What glory?" Steve asked, his eyes flickering between the two before stopping on Y/N who merely shrugged in response, not knowing what Dustin was talking about.

"So, last night, we're trying to get in contact with Suzie-" Dustin began as he scooted closed to the two, leaning in slightly as he began to lower his voice. "And uh-"

Steve and Y/N blinked as they stared at Dustin who whispered something so low that they couldn't process it. Dustin glanced up at the two and he almost chuckled at how similar they looked. It was a surprise to all that the two weren't actually related, their mannerisms and even some of their features being quite similar.

Steve and Y/N continued to stare at Dustin blankly for a second before they both asked, "What?"

Dustin clicked his tongue in response and sighed as he whispered, "Uh-" His voice got low again as he whispered and the two were left staring at him blankly once again.

"Just speak louder," Y/N finally said.

Getting annoyed, Dustin looked at the row before yelling out, "I intercepted a secret Russian communication!" Immediately, all eyes were on him and Y/N and Steve both looked at the boy with wide eyes.

"Jeez, shh. Yeah, okay, that's what we thought you said," Steve muttered as they watched everyone go back to what they had been doing before. "What-What does that mean?"

"It means, Steve, we could be heroes. All three of us. True American heroes," Dustin explained.

"I'm in," Y/N replied almost immediately, the idea of getting to deal with Russians and hang out with her two best friends being enough to have her on board.

"Woah. Woah. Hold your roll, kid," Steve said as he placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "American heroes?"

Dustin nodded his head. "Just think, you could have all the ladies you want and more," Dustin told him.

"More?" Steve asked.

"More," Dustin said with a nod.

"I like more," Steve muttered.

"And you'd get to spend more time with your favorite person in the whole wide world!" Y/N exclaimed as she tossed her arms around Steve's neck and hugged him, squishing her face against his making Steve give her an annoyed look while Dustin chuckled at the two.

"Eh, you're okay," Steve shrugged making Y/N look at him in fake shock. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! All the ladies in the world and I get to hang out with you two knuckleheads? That does sound pretty nice." His eyes then flickered to Dustin. "What's the catch?"

"No catch, I just need your help," Dustin told them.

"With what?" Y/N asked.

Dustin gave her a soft smile before reaching into his bag and pulling out a small book, the sight of it making Y/N's eyes light up while Steve looked indecisive.

"Translation."

- - -

Y/N sat silently with her feet propped up against the table as she leaned back in her chair, Russian voices swirling into her ears and through her head while her foot lightly swung to whatever tune was in the background of the recording.

When the recording stopped, Dustin glanced up at his two friends and gestures towards the small recording device, "So what do you think?"

"It sounded familiar," Steve said making Y/N turn around to look at the boy in surprise.

"What?" Dustin questioned.

"The music. The music right there at the end," Steve explained.

"Harrington, you're supposed to be listening to the Russian, not the music," Y/N sighed as she shook her head at the boy. He only shrugged while eating his banana.

"Y/N's right! Listen to the Russian! We're translating Russian!" Dustin exclaimed.

"I'm trying to listen to the Russian, but there's music," Steve complained.

"You never could multitask," Y/N sighed earning a playful glare from the older boy that had her sending a sly smile in his direction.

"All right, babysitting time is over. You need to get in there," Robin announced as she walked into the back room of Scoops Ahoy. Her eyes then landed on the small whiteboard that used to have a bunch of tally marks on them, but now had translations. "Hey, my board! That was important data, shitbirds."

"I guarantee you, what we're doing is way more important than your data," Dustin assured her.

"Yeah? And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyways?" Robin asked.

All three of their eyes widened. Y/N didn't take her eyes off of Robin as she whispered to the boys beside her, "How does she know about the Russians?"

"I don't know," Steve muttered.

"You told her about-" Dustin began, looking to Steve in annoyance.

"It wasn't me," Steve insisted.

"Hello, I can hear you. Actually, I can hear everything. You three are extremely loud," Robin told them making the three frown in response. "You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you're trying to translate, but haven't figured out a word because you didn't realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet than you do. Sound about right?"

Y/N couldn't help but smile at that, already liking Robin more and more by the minute. "I've said it once and I will say it again, I like her," the girl said as she pointed towards Robin who sent her a small smile.

"Yeah, no," Steve muttered as he pushed Y/N's hand back down, not liking the idea of Robin being some sort of role model for the girl who he was used to having look up to him for so long. Maybe he was a little jealous, but he would never admit it.

Steve and Robin seemed to be having a staring contest before Robin suddenly lunged for the recorder. Steve was quick and had the device in his hands within seconds, "Whoa! What do you think you're doing?"

"I wanna hear it," Robin told them as if it were obvious.

"Why?" the trio asked, although Y/N's was more out of curiosity while Dustin and Steve wanted to know what Robin's motive was.

"'Cause maybe I can help. I'm fluent in four languages, you know," Robin told them.

"Russian?" Dustin asked, his eyes lighting up in excitement.

"Ou-yay are-yay umb-day," Robin replied.

"Oh-ho-ho! Holy shit!" Steve exclaimed making Y/N snort before bursting into a round of laughter.

The older boy glanced over at her and she pretended to wipe away tears as she said, "That was Pig Latin, Harrington. Not Russian."

Robin smirked and Steve watched with a frown on his face as the two girls fist bumped before muttering in unison, "Idiot."

"But I can speak Spanish and French and Italian, and I've been in band for 12 years. My ears are little geniuses, trust me," Robin assured them.

Y/N glanced between the boys and Robin before nudging Dustin who was sitting beside her. "Come on, let her help," Y/N pleaded before she looked up at Steve and gave him her best puppy dog eyes. "Please, Steve, please."

Dustin glanced back at Steve and gave him a small shrug to tell him that he really didn't care, that it was up to Steve. The older boy's eyes flickered over to Y/N and he sighed at the sight of her. "Fine," Steve mumbled causing Y/N to let out a squeal of excitement before she jumped out of her seat to hug the boy.

Steve's look of annoyance slowly melted away as he looked down at the girl. "Okay, squirt. No need to go soft on me now," Steve jokingly said as he patted her head. Y/N just smiled up at him and pulled away before returning to her seat. Steve glanced at her once more before looking to Robin who was holding out the scooper with a smirk on her face.

"Come on, it's your turn to sling ice cream, my turn to translate. I don't even want credit," Robin told him. "I'm just bored."

- - -

Y/N was half asleep by the time they finally started to make any progress with the recording. Her head was lying against Dustin's shoulder, the boy trying to move as little as possible as to not wake her up.

It wasn't until Robin suddenly exclaimed, "Wait, that last part, just one more time," that Y/N jerked awake and Dustin was finally able to move his arm which had started to fall asleep.

"Okay," Dustin said as he quickly rewinded the recording before letting it play again.

"Okay, that word," Robin pointed at the recording, Dustin quickly stopping it as the two kids looked up at the girl. "Um. . .It's pronounced "dly-nna-ya"."

"Dly-nna-ya," Dustin and Y/N both muttered as if they fully understood what she was saying.

"Which is spelled. . .D. . .D. . .D. . .D. . ." Robin muttered as she quickly ran to the table while Dustin and Y/N moved to the whiteboard.

"The. . .the chair," Y/N said as she pointed towards the weird symbol.

"The chair-looking thingy," Dustin agreed.

"Yeah, okay," Robin muttered as she flipped through the book. She then suddenly froze before looking up at the two in excitement. "We've got our first sentence."

"Oh, seriously?" Dustin said in excitement while Y/N shook the boy's shoulders and leaned against him, a huge grin on her face.

"Yeah," Robin told them before speaking in her best Russian accent, "The week is long."

Both Y/N and Dustin's faces fell. "Well, that's thrilling," Y/N muttered.

"I know," Robin told her, giving the two kids a sympathetic smile. "But, progress." The two nodded in agreement.

"Progress."

- - -

"The week is long. The silver cat feeds. When blue meets yellow in the west."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Y/N asked as she looked up at Steve who was standing beside her. The two stared at each other for a second before looking back to the whiteboard with their arms crossed in front of their chests and their heads titling to the side.

Shaking his head, Steve put a hand on the girl's shoulder and began to walk out of the store, knowing that it was late, the mall was closed, and he needed to get her home. Dustin and Robin followed behind and the four were all silent as they tried to figure out what it meant.

"I mean, it can't be right. Did we do something wrong?" Y/N finally asked as she watched Steve close up shop.

"No. It's right," Robin assured her.

"Honestly, I think it's great news," Dustin said causing Y/N to look at her friend confused.

"How is this great news?" Steve asked with a chuckle of disbelief. "I mean, so much for being American heroes. It's total nonsense."

"It's not nonsense. It's too specific," Dustin told them. Y/N's eyes widened in realization before she hurried over to Dustin's side. She grabbed his arm to stop him from walking any further before whispering to him, "You think it's code?"

Dustin nodded, "It's obviously a code."

"What do you mean, a code?" Steve asked, having eavesdropped on the two.

"Like a super secret spy code," Dustin explained.

"That's a total stretch," Steve muttered in disbelief.

"I don't know, is it?" Robin asked.

"You're buying into this?" Steve asked in surprise.

"Listen, just for kicks, let's entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What'd you think they were gonna say, "Fire the warhead at noon"? And my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so "The silver cat feeds". Why would anyone talk like that unless they're trying to mask the meaning of their message?" Robin asked.

"Exactly," Dustin said whole Y/N just looked to Steve and muttered, "She's got a point."

"Why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?" Robin asked again. "So I guess that confirms your suspicion."

"Evil Russians," Dustin and Y/N both nodded before giving each other a fist bump.

"I can't believe I'm about to agree with these strange children, but, yeah, totally evil Russians," Robin agreed.

"So how do we crack it?" Dustin asked.

"Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges," Robin replied.

"A pattern. Right, like maybe "silver cat" is a meeting place?" Y/N suggested.

"Or a person," Dustin said.

"Or a weapon," Y/N listed off.

"It's probably gonna take a super genius to crack it, but-" Robin began, but that was when Y/N noticed that Steve wasn't following behind them anymore.

"Uh. . .where's Steve?" Y/N asked. "He's kind of my ride home and losing him would be a bad idea right about now."

Not to mention she always got a sort of bad feeling whenever her friends disappeared. It had been happening ever since Will was kidnapped and taken into the Upside Down, but even though she knew the gate was closed, she still had a sneaking suspicion that something was going to happen. So Steve suddenly not being by her side was making her feel a little on edge.

Dustin seemed to notice this and he frowned before quickly looking around, his eyes locking on Steve who was a little ways away. "There he is," Dustin said and Y/N quickly turned before letting out a small sigh of relief. She didn't even hesitate before running back towards the boy who was kneeling down beside one of the kid rides that were littered around the mall.

"Harrington, what the hell?" Y/N muttered causing Steve to look up and see the small hint of relief and worry that was in her eyes.

"Sorry," he whispered once he realized what must have been going through her head. He then looked back to the ride and began to rummage through his pockets while Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Steve frowned as he looked at the change in his pocket. "Uh, it's a quarter. I need. . ." he paused and looked over at the girl. "Do you have a quarter?"

Roving chuckled as she walked up with Dustin by her side. "Sure you're tall enough for that ride?" Robin asked.

"Quarter!" Steve yelled in frustration before Robin tossed a quarter at him. The boy hugged and quickly bent down and put the quarter into the machine, the group of four watching as the machine sputtered to life before the horse ride began to move.

"You need help getting up, little Stevie?" Robin joked, not expecting Steve to turn around and shush her almost immediately.

Dustin chuckled, but Y/N could tell by the look on Steve's face that he was trying to think so she glanced at Robin and Dustin before whispering, "Guys, just shut up, okay? I think he's on to something."

"More like on something," Robin muttered before her and Dustin chuckled, but a deadly glare from Y/N had the two both shutting up.

The three then turned their attention back to Steve and the ride before they suddenly seemed to recognize the music that was softly playing with the ride.

"Holy shit," Y/N muttered before Steve looked up at her. The two both grinned before saying in unison, "The music."

"The music!" Dustin exclaimed in realization as he quickly took off his backpack and dug around for the recording. He eventually found it and began to play the recording again, the music instantly lining up with the ride in front of them.

"I don't understand," Robin told them.

"It's the exact same song on the recording," Dustin explained.

"Maybe they have horses like this in Russia," Robin suggested.

"'Indiana Flyer'? I don't I don't think so. This code, it didn't come from Russia," Steve told them. "It came from here."

"Well shit."

- - -

"God, my brain hurts," Y/N muttered as she stared at the paper in front of her. Robin chuckled softly as she took a sip of her drink before saying, "Same."

"How come Steve and Dustin get to go chase down Russian bad guys while we are stuck back here trying to crack the code," Y/N complained.

"Cause the world is sexist," Robin replied with a shrug. "But even if it wasn't, do you honestly think they would have a better chance of cracking the code over the two of us?"

Y/N chuckled at that, already understanding what point Robin was trying to make. "Okay, I see what you're saying. But still. . .I'm starting to get a migraine from all this thinking. It's supposed to be summer, so why do I feel like I'm still in school?" Y/N asked.

Robin gave the girl a small smile before nodding towards the paper. "Could you read it out loud to me again, please?" she asked.

Y/N sighed but nodded in response. "The week is long. The silver cat feeds. When blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly," Y/N said.

"Tread lightly?" Robin muttered as she tried to figure out what that could mean.

A knock on the back door made the two freeze and Y/N set the notebook down before following Robin over to the back door to find a man standing there with a box in hand.

"Delivery for you," the man said.

"Thank you," Robin told him as she quickly signed a paper and took the box.

"Have a nice day," the man said before turning to leave.

Robin was looking down at the box and absentmindedly muttered, "Yeah, you too." She then began to close the door, but that was when Y/N's eyes caught sight of something that had her gasping and going to open the door again.

"Hey!" Robin exclaimed as she watched Y/N run into the small alley that was behind the shops.

Y/N ignored the older girl, her eyes latched on the jacket that the man had on that had a silver lynx on the back. "Silver cat," Y/N muttered in disbelief before her eyes widened. "Silver cat!"

She quickly shoved past Robin who was looking at her confused before she grabbed the notebook and began to run out of Scoops Ahoy. On the way, she passed Dustin and Steve who were just heading back.

"Y/N! You're not gonna believe who Dustin thought was a Russian," Steve laughed.

Dustin looked to the boy in shock before pointing at him and saying, "You did too."

"No, I did not," Steve began to argue, but Y/N ignored them and ran right past them causing the two to fall silent and look after her.

Robin came running up at that minute and Steve looked to the girl with a frown. "What's wrong with the kid? What'd you do?" he asked a little protectively.

"I didn't do anything," Robin replied defensively. "She just ran out."

The three then looked back to see that Y/N was now standing on top of a sitting area in the middle of mall. She slowly spun around in circles as she mumbled to herself, "A trip to China sounds nice. A trip to China sounds nice. A trip to China sounds nice. A trip to China sounds nice."

Her eyes then locked on the Chinese food place and her eyes lit up, "A trip to China sounds nice!" She then glanced at the notebook for the next part and whispered, "If you tread lightly. If you tread. . .If you tread. . ." Her eyes latched onto a shoe store and she laughed softly to herself. "If you tread lightly."

"When. . .when blue and yellow meet in the west," Y/N muttered the last part to herself. She looked around before her eyes caught sight of the huge clock  in the mall that had a blue and a yellow hand. "When blue meets yellow in the west!"

"Y/N," a voice said and the girl looked down to see Dustin, Steve, and Robin standing there. Steve gave the girl a concerned look before saying, "Are you okay? What are you doing?"

Y/N smiled and quickly got down before going over to Steve and grabbing onto his arms. "I cracked it," she told him, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Cracked what?" Steve asked.

"I cracked the code!" Y/N exclaimed as she shook the boy's arms. She didn't even give him time before she let out a small squeal and hugged him. The boy stood there in shock before glancing over at Robin and Dustin who looked back at him with wide eyes.

Steve slowly wrapped his arms around the young girl to hug her back as he let out a chuckle of disbelief.

"Well shit."

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Can i ask a ficlet or fic with ben and bea? Anything 😭 i just miss those two

YES HELLO I AM HERE!!!! i have it posted here!!!! please see below the cut, and I’ll add it to the there’s a skirmish of wit between them post on ao3 as well!!

note: this is a goofy sort of meet-cute au inspired by my own life and relationship with my pet. this will make more sense. i hope this is okay!!

hang me in a bottle like a cat

Ben did not give two thoughts about it when his neighbors moved out of the apartment complex. He was never particularly close to the couple, or any of his neighbors, really. Who even talked to their neighbors anymore? No one went over to say welcome to the building or ask to borrow a cup of sugar anymore. And since this building featured in-unit laundry, Ben never needed to interact with people beyond a brisk nod passing on the stairs or at the mailboxes. And that was exactly the life he preferred. He kept to himself and his one-bedroom apartment and his engineering job in downtown San Francisco, and that was exactly what he wanted.

In fact, Ben had not even noticed the inhabitants in the two-bedroom next door changed until he checked his mail one Tuesday afternoon and saw that the battered mail tag for apartment 310 had changed. The new tag simply read, Stratford, H/ Stratford, B.

Huh, Ben thought. Neat.

That was the most thought he put into his new neighbors until Friday. Ben was sitting on his couch, phone in one hand and beer in the other, Netflix on in the background. He was not paying real attention to anything at all, really, which was why he jumped where there was a sudden crashing sound through the wall.

And dimly, Ben heard a woman’s voice lamenting, “Oh, you stupid little bastard.”

Ben furrowed his brow at the sound, listening to hear if there would be any more. There wasn’t. Shaking his lip with a bemused little smile on his face, Ben returned to his phone.

Ben assumed that the odd outburst through the walls would be a one-time thing. But clearly he overestimated the thickness of the walls in his building, or he underestimated the temper of his new neighbors.

Every now and then, Ben heard the noise through the wall: loud, uninhibited laughter; the shifting of different furniture being assembled or rearranged; the odd fire alarm dinging off, always accompanied by some kind of loud swear.

And every now and then, Ben would hear that voice again.

“Out of my way, you tiny bastard man, if I trip over you I am going to push you out the window.”

“Dinner time, dinner time, dinner time! Will you eat this? I don’t care if you like it or not! You’ll eat it and like it!”

“Get a job, you fucking freeloader. Pay your rent. Pull your own weight around here for once.”

“No. No. No. This is mine. I’m not sharing. Fuck off. I hate you. Fine, one kiss.”

“Back, back, back – no! Move! You know you’re not allowed outside!”

It was like living with a strange, cranky ghost that swore like a sailor. And had a mean streak.

Most nights, it was actually rather funny. But as time went on, he started to grow a bit concerned. Whoever his new neighbors were, they sounded like they had a… contentious relationship. One full of arguing and insults and exasperated affection.

Ben knew that his neighbors’ lives weren’t any of his business. But he had to admit he was deeply curious. And with the occasional crash and shout, he wondered if he ought to pop by. Check in. Greet the new neighbors, after all. His mother would probably give him her standard amused, slightly disappointed look if he revealed that he had still not said hello or welcome to his new neighbors since they moved in over two months ago.

The tipping point finally came, as Ben knew it must. He had just arrived home from work, a few hours later than usual on a Friday night. He’d had a project to finish up, and the rest of the office was barely helping. So it was almost eight o’clock in the evening as Ben made his way up the stairs, keys in one hand and loosening his tie with the other. He was just about to open his front door when a sudden clattering of dishes made him jump.

“No – dammit, you little shit – you know you’re not allowed in the kitchen! Get out! I will feed you! Move, you stupid asshole!”

Ben looked longingly at his door. Then he sighed, taking the five steps to the neighboring door. He lifted a fist, rapping his knuckles against the door.

Immediately, that same voice called: “One second! Shit, no, move - c’mere -”

The door chain rattled, the deadbolt turned. The door opened. And Ben came face-to-face with his neighbor. He opened his mouth. Forgot how words worked.

Because – oh, wow. The woman had a heart-shaped face, strong features, long, dark auburn hair, hazel eyes. Freckles dotted her nose and cheeks like stars. She was a bit shorter than him, curvy, wearing a soft, faded Star Wars t-shirt with the collar cut so that the oversized shirt drooped down one shoulder. In her arms was a very large, very fluffy orange cat with perhaps the largest and most vacant eyes Ben had ever seen.

Oh. A cat. A cat.

A lot of things made sense now.

“Um, hi, did you need something?” The Most Beautiful Woman Ben Had Ever Seen asked, cutting off Ben’s train of thought.

“Oh, no,” Ben said. The woman raised an eyebrow, looking distinctly unimpressed. He quickly amended, “Well, I live next door, in three-oh-eight, and I, uh, I’ve heard you? Yelling? And I wanted to check in, see if you were okay, but.” He flapped a hand in the girl’s general direction, his limbs feeling oddly boneless. “The cat. You have a cat. Makes sense.”

“You heard – oh, my God,” the woman said, her expression going from borderline suspicious to confused to mortified. She had absolutely no poker face, and Ben found that observation indescribably charming. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry, I had no idea the walls were so thin, I’m so sorry I’ve been bothering you –”

“You didn’t bother me,” Ben interrupted, which he knew was rude, but he felt even worse watching this adorable woman blush in embarrassment. “I mean, it was. Funny? But I just. I wanted to check in? And, uh, say hi. Since we’re neighbors.”

The woman opened her mouth to speak, but then there was another voice in the apartment. “Bea? Who’s at the door?”

The woman – Bea – stepped aside as a smaller, more petite woman stepped into the doorway. Her blonde hair was tied up into a ponytail at the top of her head. She eyed Ben with a blue-eyed stare. Then she peeked up at Bea. “A gentleman caller, Bea? Scandalous.”

Well, that was their relationship explained in two sentences. Ben watched the two sisters as Bea glared down at the younger woman. “Of course not, Hero. This is our neighbor…” She frowned at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

“Oh, no,” Ben agreed. It took him a second to realize, oh, she was asking the strange man at her door to introduce himself. An extremely reasonable request. Yes, Ben would love to drop through the floor right about now. “Uh. Ben. Ben Montounto. And I have intruded on your night long enough. So I am going to…” Face-plant into my couch, throw a blanket over my head, and hide for the rest of my life.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” The blonde woman, Hero, suddenly asked. Her sister tried to open her mouth, but she plowed on over anything she might have said. “Since we’ve apparently been bothering you for the past few weeks without even knowing it. An apology. Bea’s a… cook.”

Bea cut her sister with a glare. Ben tried to bite back a laugh, and he mostly succeeded until Bea turned her affronted hazel-eyed gaze on him. Oh, she was adorable.

“I don’t want to intrude,” Ben said honestly. He stepped back. Bea held his gaze.

“It’s not intruding if we invited you,” she pointed out bluntly.

“Oh, so now it’s ‘we?’” Ben asked. Bea lifted her chin slightly, refusing to back down even as her cheeks pinked slightly.

“Well, I didn’t stutter,” Bea replied archly, and she stepped aside to invite Ben into her apartment. It had the same layout as his own, just flipped and mirrored, with an extra bedroom attached. He carefully sat on the couch, sitting awkwardly straight up.

“D’you want anything to drink?” Hero asked, poking her head into the fridge as Bea returned to the stove. “We have water, seltzer, beer –”

“– Terrible wine, move, you little monster,” Bea said to the orange cat winding around her ankles. Now that he was here to see it in person, Ben could see the smile on Bea’s face as she cooed down at the cat. He could also hear the pet mrowl back up at her, green eyes wide and guileless. Ben dimly wondered if he would even hear the Wii homepage music echoing in the cat’s head, or if the poor little thing lacked even that.

“Seltzer is fine, thanks,” Ben said. He already felt awkward enough sitting in a strangers’ living room; drinking their alcohol was just several steps too far. Just as he was getting set to leap to his feet and sprint to his apartment, a loud mewl made him look down.

“Hello, lad,” Ben greeted the orange cat, holding out a hand for the pet to sniff. “What’s your name?”

“Tony.” Bea set a can on a coaster in front of him and sat on the other side of the couch, leaving a careful full cushion of space between them.

“Tony, hmm?” Ben replied, still speaking to the cat. “Talented wee thing, aren’t you? You can talk and everything.”

He heard Bea stifle a laugh. “He’s a rescue from a local shelter, so he’s still getting used to people. He takes a bit to warm up –”

Bea’s sentence trailed off when Tony suddenly leapt up to land on his lap. He circled around for a few moments, orange cur catching on the material of Ben’s slacks, before plopping himself into a furry puddle. Ben automatically ran his knuckles under the cat’s chin, and the cat closed his eyes and tilted his head back happily. He started purring, long, loud, and low, like a running engine or a motorboat.

Ben looked at Bea. Her mouth was hanging open, insulted. He felt himself grinning. “You were saying?”

“Shut up,” Bea snapped back automatically, though there was no anger behind the phrase. Ben laughed aloud.

“This is such bullshit,” Bea said, pointing at the cat. “He’s been with us for like, two months, and he still never sits on my lap? Hero’s, occasionally, but never mine. You’re an asshole, you know that?”

The latter sentence was addressed to the cat. Ben lightly scratched his nails behind the cat’s ears, and Tony shoved his head into the pressure. The purring only grew louder. Ben watched Bea scowl playfully at the cat, dark brows furrowing and cheeks going pink when she blew a raspberry at the cat.

Adorable. Utterly adorable. Ben could not believe he had shared a wall with this woman for two months. He knew nothing about her, about her job or her life or where she was from or her history or how she took her coffee or her favorite shows or movies or colors. All he knew was she was beautiful, and sassy, and she lived with her sister, and she loved her cat, and she swore like a sailor, and she had freckles dotting over her shoulders as well as her cheeks.

He did not want to lose any more time.

“You know,” Ben started, keeping his gaze on the cat. Don’t be weird. Don’t come on too strong. “Cats are supposed to good judges of character.”

He met Bea’s gaze. To his relief, she did not look like she was about to toss him out of her apartment. No, Bea Stratford met his gaze with a smirk and a challenging glint in her eyes.

“I’ve heard that, but I still prefer to conduct my own research. So, Ben Montounto.” She angled herself toward him, supporting her chin with the arm she propped over the back of the couch, and raised her chin.

“Tell me about yourself.”

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1. super cheap new home turns out to be haunted but the ghost is actually kind of cool and we’re essentially roommates now

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You probably should have guessed that getting such a deal on a house came with consequences. But at first, nothing had happened, lulling you into a false sense of security. Then, one night, you woke up to see a woman standing at the end of your bed.

Obviously, you freaked out, screaming as you tumbled out of your bed, legs tangled in the sheets. But she didn’t try to run after you or eat your soul, like you were sure she was going to do. Instead, she began to laugh, falling back onto the floor and pointing at you.

“Seriously, that never gets old!” Her voice was high-pitched, and she fell through the floor before re-appearing, floating near the foot of your bed with a grin. “Hey, I’m Gowon.”

“Am I dreaming?” You asked, dazed, your heart beating hard in your chest and your legs and palms burning where you’d fallen. Were you seriously talking to a ghost? This wasn’t happening, right?

“Nope. And yes, you’re seriously talking to a ghost.” She nodded her ghostly head, and you realized that you could see her. You let out another scream, feeling faint, and she winced, raising her hands. “Hey, hey! That’s enough, my ears are sensitive! Listen, I’m not trying to hurt you! Actually, I don’t think I can even touch you.”

“W-who. How?” You couldn’t form a sentence, head spinning. You felt like you might pass out, stomach turning.

“I’m Gowon, like you said. I’m stuck living in this house so you can’t get rid of me.” She started to float in the air, crossing her legs. “And I don’t know how. But for some reason, once someone starts to live here, they can see and speak to me. Maybe the place is cursed or something.” She floated closer, and it was then that you realized she was wearing older-looking clothes. Then you noticed that her face was only inches from your own.

You let out another scream, and didn’t hear what she said afterwards, your body slumping backwards.

-

The next morning, you woke up with a headache back in your bed. For a moment, you blinked at the ceiling and wondered if it had all been a dream. But then you pulled down your blankets and saw the bruises on your legs, and your stomach twisted. It hadn’t been a dream.

“Oh, you’re awake!” Her high-pitched voice sounded from right behind you, and you let out another scream, falling forward and clutching at your chest as you looked behind you. She was halfway through the wall and she frowned as she stepped into the room the rest of the way. “You’re gonna have to stop doing that.”

“Don’t scare me like that!” You gasped for breath, your heart pounding, trying to wrap your head around the situation. “So you weren’t a dream.”

“Nope. I’m super duper real.” She crossed her arms, looking a little offended. “I thought last night would make you realize that.”

“Do you usually introduce yourself to people when they’re half asleep?”

“Yeah, it’s more fun that way.”

Sighing, you shook your head. So you had a ghost. You could deal with this. At least she wasn’t scary. In fact, she was probably the least intimidating thing you’d ever seen. She was blond with big eyes and a lopsided smile, not to mention tiny with a slightly squeaky voice. There was nothing scary about her.

“So, uh. Why are you stuck here?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I used to live here, a long time ago. And then one night, I went to sleep and woke up like this. I guess I died or whatever.”

“You don’t sound very upset.”

“I’ve had a long time to get used to it.”

Narrowing your eyes, you took in her outfit again. She was wearing what looked like a green prairie dress, but you knew this house wasn’t that old. “When did you live here?”

“In the 80′s.”

“Then why are you wearing that dress?”

She looked down, like she’d only just realized what she was wearing. “I…. Have no idea. Wait, is this what I was buried in? My mom has no sense of fashion! This thing is so ugly!”

“Uh. So did you not know you were wearing that?”

“I can’t exactly look in mirrors.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Hey.” She moved closer to you, raising her eyebrows. “You never told me your name. If we’re going to be roommates, I gotta know what to call you.”

“I’m (Y/N),” you said, before hoping that this wasn’t some voodoo curse that would give her your soul or whatever.

“(Y/N). That’s cool. That’s chill. Welcome to the house, (Y/N)!” She said it with a grin, like you weren’t currently questioning everything you knew about reality. With a sigh, you ran your fingers through your hair and tried your best not to scream out of frustration.

“Thanks, Gowon.”

-

At first, you’d thought about moving out. Getting the hell out of there was the obvious solution. But you had nowhere else to go, and you’d already put everything into this place. You didn’t have the money to pack up and find another place, so moving wasn’t possible. Then, you thought about trying to cleanse the place, before deciding that you were overreacting and that likely wouldn’t do anything, considering that Gowon was a ghost, not a demon.

So you didn’t have much of a choice. Just like Gowon had said, you were stuck with her.

-

“So Gowon, I’ve been wondering about something.”

The ghost girl looked down at you from where she was perched on the ceiling. If you didn’t know better, she’d be scary. “Shoot.”

“Why do you speak, like, modern English? If you died in the eighties, shouldn’t you use slang from that time?”

“Lots of people have lived here since then, you know,” she said, slowly floating down on her back. “And I listen to the TV and radio a lot, so I know all the modern stuff. It’s not like I’m from a different century or anything.”

“So it’s you who’s been running up the electricity bill! I thought I heard the TV on the other night!” You turned to her with an accusatory glare, and she made a face of indifference, raising her arms like she always did when you accused her of something.

“I get bored! Ghosts don’t really sleep, so I watch TV to pass the time. You’d get bored if you were a ghost for decades too!” She had a point, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

“Fine, you can watch TV.”

“I’d do it anyways.”

“As I was saying.” You gave her another look. “You can watch TV but stop turning the lights on and off. It’s running up my electricity bill up and I can’t afford that. You don’t need lights anyway.”

With her face half-out of the coffee table, she made a face, scrunching up her nose and lifting up her lips slightly. “I’m afraid of the dark.”

“Oh, shut up!”

-

Gowon ended up not being a bad roommate. She was pretty chill, considering she couldn’t eat any of the food and she never cared to turn on the water unless she wanted attention. She couldn’t use your things, either, so most of the bad things about having a roommate weren’t applicable to her. Sure, sometimes she’d get bored and try to scare your friends (who couldn’t see her) by turning things on and off or walking through them, and she could be a pest if she wanted your attention, but she wasn’t bad.

And it was nice to have someone to talk to after long days at work, or when you were having a hard time. If you felt down, Gowon could usually make you laugh with her antics. Her dances were always funny, and she knew about all kinds of weird channels on TV and weird shows online. She would also sometimes make you laugh by sticking her head out from the TV or doing any other assortment of things with her ghost body. You’d never expected to have a ghost roommate, but there you were. And you found you actually liked it.

-

“You know, no one’s ever stayed around this long,” Gowon said one day as the two of you sat on the couch watching TV. She was more floating above the couch, really, but she was there beside you regardless, and when you turned to look at her, she was staring at the TV with a distant look in her eyes.

“You mean, in this house?”

“Yeah, they always get freaked out and leave. It was pretty boring until you came.” She put her chin on her hand. “I to talk to myself. It’s a dumb way to spend a decade or two.”

“Well,” you said after a moment of thinking. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Really?” She perked up and turned towards you, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Really. Other than your habit of running up the electricity bill, you’re a pretty good roommate. I like living with you.”

“(Y/N)!” She threw her arms around you, except all you felt was a cold chill. Still, it didn’t make you scared like it might have months ago. Now, it just made you laugh as she grinned and floated up happily above your head, doing a little fist-pump. “Awesome! I made a friend!”

Your first interaction to her hadn’t been the best and admittedly, you’d been afraid of her at first, but you still didn’t regret buying the house. Gowon was harmless and funny and you’d come to like her. Plus, who else could say that they were friends with the ghost that lived in their house?

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Reconnecting (Chapter Seven)

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor X Reader

Word count: 2670

Summary: (Y/n) and Roger have been friends since the cradle. When they’re suddenly pulled apart and reconnected years later, they both can tell that the relationship has evolved. They lead very different lifestyles now. Can they continue what they had, or go for something more, with this gap between them?

Warnings: Cussing, “slightly” abusive situations, implied (almost) sex

A/N: I love y’all to death and I’m very very sorry that my WiFi has been down and I’ve been unable to update. I’ll try to get another chapter up on Wednesday. :) 

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It was early in the evening when you arrived home. You stayed in your car for several minutes, not really wanting to go inside. You knew you’d have to tell James about your intimate moments with Roger. You didn’t consider it cheating, necessarily, but you felt it was still important he knew. You sighed, grabbing your suitcase out of the passenger seat and opening the door, hopping out of the car.

When you entered the house and walked into the living room, you were surprised to find James on the couch, awake and sober. His eyes widened; you hadn’t told him you were coming home.

“(Y/n)! Hi. Welcome back,” he said awkwardly. He stood up, holding out his arms to you in a hug.

“Hey James,” you said plainly. You dropped your suitcase at your feet, falling forward into his arms, and you began to sob. You held onto him for dear life, as if you’d fall and die without him.

“Whoa, hey, I didn’t think you’d missed me that much.” He chuckled, rubbing your back. “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t entirely know. Maybe it was fear, maybe guilt, maybe happiness, maybe a combination of all three. You looked up, grabbing his face, and giving him a desperate kiss on the lips. He pulled you closer to him, reciprocating your level of necessity.

A few seconds later, you pulled away. You were still crying. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry,” you mumbled.

“Sorry for what?” James was frowning, visibly confused.

You shrugged, not looking him in the eyes. “I don’t know. I just...maybe I just need to sleep.”

“Okay…” James wrapped an arm around your waist, leading you over to the couch. “Just relax. I’ll figure something out for dinner.”

You laid down, putting your arms under your head. “Goodnight James,” you whispered.

“Goodnight, you weirdo,” he murmured.

---

You woke up a few hours later. It was dark out, which meant it was probably after dinnertime. However, you did not smell food, like James had promised. Instead, you smelled the all too familiar combination of alcohol and vomit.

You groaned, sitting up. James was seated in his armchair, a beer in hand. He stared straight at the television, which displayed only static.

Fantastic, you thought. He’s drunk again. “Uh, James? You okay over there?”

“I’m perfect, thanks for asking,” he spat.

“What’s the matter?” you asked. You slowly got off the couch.

“The problem is you!” he shouted suddenly.

You stepped back a bit. “W-what? I don’t understand.”

“I thought about it. Since you fell asleep. You just left me here! For a month! You don’t actually care about me, you only care about your job! And your BFF, Roger.” He took a swig of beer. “Maybe, if you weren’t such an unsatisfying girlfriend, I wouldn’t have to get drunk like this every night!”

“James, you’re being irrational, just put the beer down.” You weren’t allowing yourself to cry, not just yet.

“Sober me can’t say all this shit because he’s afraid of hurting your tiny little feelings.” He imitated someone crying. “It’s pathetic!”

“How long have you been thinking this?” you asked, desperately trying to keep your voice even.

“A while,” he admitted. “Yeah, I don’t know, one day I just noticed I deserve better. I deserve a girl who’s gonna love me over everything.”

“James, I do love you over everything.”

“Lies!” he screamed, chucking the half-full beer bottle across the room, standing up. You took several steps back, fearful of what he’d try. “That’s complete bullshit! You never loved me, you just didn’t want to be lonely!”

“Where are you getting this?” you shouted back. You were extremely saddened, but also angry at the outlandish accusations. “Tell me!”

“Everyone in a shitty situation realizes they deserve better at some point.”

You sputtered. “How dare you? Insinuating you’re the one in the shitty position! I’m the one whose boyfriend has been lying to her and pretending to be in love with her for...what? You want to watch me make a fool of myself?”

“It’s hilarious, you dumb bitch. You look like a little high school girl infatuated with a celebrity.”

You gasped, not bothering to stop the tears anyway. “Fine.” You blew past him, heading for the door.

“And where the hell are you going?” he yelled.

“Anywhere else!” you shouted back. You grabbed your suitcase, which still sat in the foyer, and flew out the door.

—-

Mary answered the door in a bra and underwear.

“(Y/n)!” she exclaimed. “Why are you here?” She seemed a little annoyed until she noticed your tear-stained cheeks. “Oh, my God. Come in, come in.” She ushered you into the living room, grabbing a jacket from the hooks by the door and putting it on to cover herself up.

Freddie was sitting on the couch, almost completely naked. You knew you’d interrupted a moment of theirs, but you didn’t know where else to go. “(Y/n), darling!” he said, quickly grabbing a blanket and throwing it over his lap. “What’s the matter?”

You sniffled, trying to compose yourself. “James got drunk and admitted he doesn’t love me anymore.”

Freddie put a hand over his mouth in shock. “Oh, (Y/n), I’m so sorry.” He opened his arms and gestured for you to come to him. You sat down beside him, leaning over onto his shoulder while he hugged you around your shoulders. “It’ll be okay,” he reassured.

“Can I stay here tonight?” you asked slowly.

“Absolutely,” Mary said. She sat down next to you, giving you a hug as well.

“I love you guys so much,” you mumbled, more tears falling down your face.

“We love you more,” Freddie said.

——

Mary had gone to bed at about two in the morning. It was now four in the morning and you and Freddie were still chatting on his couch. He’d since put on pajamas, and you had changed into some less dirty sweatpants and a random shirt from your suitcase.

“He called me a dumb high school girl with an infatuation-like crush,” you rambled.

Freddie’s eyes widened as he took a sip from his whiskey. “You have to be joking.”

“I wish I were, Fred.”

He shook his head. “I have half a mind to go over there and give him a piece of my mind.”

“He’s not worth it,” you said, messing with a thread on your blanket. “I just wish I didn’t have to go back to him in the morning.”

“You can stay here as long as you need,” Fred offered, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Thanks, but everything I own is over there.” You blew out a long breath. “I don’t have the ability to move or anything. I’ll just have to deal with it.”

Freddie looked extremely sad. “Okay, but...let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”

You smiled. “You’ll be the first person I come to.”

He turned more towards you, folding his legs up under him. “So! What else is going on in your life?”

Chuckling, you answered, “Fred, you’ve seen every aspect of my life for the past month.”

“Oh, ridiculous,” he responded. “What did you and Roger talk about while you shared a room?”

You shrugged. “Nothing much. We, um, we sort of cuddled at night to stay warm. His room was freezing.”

Freddie’s smile spanned almost his whole face. “That’s adorable!” he exclaimed.

“Shhhh!” you hissed, laughing. “You’ll wake Mary up.”

“She’s a very heavy sleeper, darling, she’ll be fine.” He finished his glass of whiskey before setting it down on the coffee table. “See, I knew you both liked each other.”

“Roger doesn’t like me,” you answered immediately.

“Funny you say that first and not claim you don’t like Roger.” Freddie smirked. He knew he had you cornered, metaphorically.

You rolled your eyes. “Roger’s been my best friend since forever, I can’t just randomly decide I like him as more than that.”

“You never ‘decide’ to like anyone,” Freddie retorted.

You groaned. “Okay, sure. But I don’t like Roger in that way.”

Freddie lay down on the couch, giggling to himself. “Whatever you say, darling.” He pulled the blanket up to his chin and was out before you could even say goodnight.

---

You woke up still in an upright position. How you’d managed to fall asleep like that, you had no idea. But your neck had been tilted to the side, which gave you a painful kink. You rubbed it, trying to undo the tension in the muscles.

Freddie was still passed out on the couch, and you could hear Mary making breakfast in the kitchen. You yawned, getting up and making your way to a bathroom.

You were a mess. Your cheeks were still red, and eyes still quite puffy. You looked generally tired and depressed, which you supposed you were.

You decided to take a quick shower. You left your clothes on the floor, took a towel from the closet, and jumped in.

Being alone with your thoughts was dangerous. You were able to look back on all the interactions you’d had with James that showcased his true feelings, but that you’d also been oblivious to. Shorter kisses, going out with friends more (to avoid you), sleeping facing away from you. Eventually, you couldn’t tell the difference between shower water and tears.

Soon thereafter, you heard someone open the door, turn on the sink water, and start brushing their teeth. You frowned, peeking around the shower curtain. “Fred!”

He waved at you via the mirror. “Gooth morning, (Y/n)!” he said, mouth full of toothpaste.

You’d showered at his and Mary’s place several time before, and you’d had relative peace until now. “What are you doing?”

He spit into the sink. “My toothbrush and toothpaste are in here,” he explained. You rolled your eyes, pulling the curtain shut again.

After Freddie had finished brushing his teeth and shaving, he left, which gave you freedom to get out. You wrapped your hair up in the towel to dry it after drying your body. You put the same clothes back on and made your way out to the kitchen to see what Mary had cooked.

“Freddie, please stop using the same bathrooms as our guests,” Mary said as you entered, almost scolding him.

Freddie scoffed. “Fine. Sorry, (Y/n).”

“It’s fine,” you laughed. “At least you didn’t use the toilet.”

Freddie pointed his fork at you. “See, Mary? I could be worse.”

Mary set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of you, shaking her head. “Okay Freddie, whatever you say.”

You smiled, eating happily in the company of people who wanted you there.

---

In an attempt to not infringe on your friends’ spaces and avoid going home as long as possible, you headed to the laundromat down the street to do the dirty laundry in your suitcase. Mary had let you borrow some more acceptable clothes for being in public, which you promised to return to her.

As you sat on a bench in the middle of the room, waiting for your washer to stop, you looked over at the door and saw a familiar pair coming in.

“Hey (Y/n)!” Gayle said, waving at you. Roger waved too, trying not to drop the laundry basket in his hands.

“Hi,” you said, confused. “Don’t you guys have a washer and dryer at home?”

“We do, but the washer’s broken,” Roger explained. “I have to wash all my dirty farm clothes somehow.”

You nodded. “Yeah, especially the ones from your dirty cupboard encounter.” You giggled.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Nope,” you responded, popping the P.

Gayle laughed, taking the basket from her boyfriend. “He told me about that. He and the band were arguing over a song of his?”

You nodded, chuckling. “Did he tell you what the song was about?”

“No,” she said, turning to Roger. “What was it about, sweetheart?”

He rolled his eyes. “Please don’t call me that. And you’ll find out when the album’s released.”

Gayle huffed, setting the basket down. “Why do you never tell me anything?” she snapped.

Roger took a very long, deep breath. “I don’t want to get into this here. Let’s just do laundry and go home.” Roger produced a bit of detergent from his coat pocket, nudging Gayle out of the way to get to the machines.

“Sure,” she drawled. “But you know good and well we’re going to get home and not work out our problems either. So why don’t we just fight in public and get it over with! If you ever wanted to discuss anything, we’d be able to be a normal couple!”

Your machine beeped, signaling the end of the cycle. Thankful as ever, you turned away from the arguing couple as she continued to yell and Roger continued to ignore her. You tried to tune them out until a certain sentence caught your attention.

“Fine!” Gayle literally screamed. She had attracted the attention of everyone in the building at that point. “If you won’t put any effort into communicating with me, then I’m breaking up with you!”

“Thank God,” you heard Roger mumble. Gayle must have heard it too, because she gasped, smacking him across the face before storming out.

You stared at Roger, wide-eyed. “Did that actually happen?” you asked.

Roger rubbed his cheek, grimacing. “I guess.” He stared at his washer as it rocked back and forth. “I’ll have to return her laundry at some point.”

“That’s your biggest concern?” You laughed at the irony of it. “Wait, don’t you two live together?”

“Practically, but not really,” he explained, moving closer to you. “She has her own flat and I have mine, but she’s always at mine. I don’t think she’s stepped foot in hers since we started dating.”

“That’s a lot of wasted money she’s spent on rent then,” you said, moving your laundry into a dryer.

“True,” Roger agreed, rolling his eyes. “I can’t tell you how relieved I am.”

“If you wanted to break up with her, you could’ve done it yourself,” you pointed out, giving him a look.

He shrugged. “Yeah, but that’s more stress than I wanted to deal with.”

You shook your head. “Whatever you say, man.”

---

When you finally returned home around four o’clock in the afternoon (after a casual lunch with Roger), you found James on the couch, stone cold sober. Without looking him in the eyes for longer than enough to determine that, you tried to make your way into the bedroom to put away your clothes. But he stood up, putting his arm on the wall, effectively blocking your way.

“James, move your arm,” you demanded.

“Where have you been?” he questioned.

You rolled your eyes. “None of your business.” You slammed through his arm, walking to your side of the bedroom.

“I’m your boyfriend, I deserve to know where you are!” he shouted.

Trying not to look at him, you replied, “You know, I can do whatever I want. And it’s not like you love me, so why do you care?”

James kicked the wall as hard as he could. “Stop being bitchy about this! All I did was ask where you had been!”

You slammed your suitcase, which had all your clean clothes in it, down to the floor. “I’m being bitchy?! No, you’re the one being a hover parent! You prick.” You turned to the dresser, yanking clothes out of your suitcase and shoving them in anywhere they fit.

James stomped out of the room, but not before shoving several breakable items off his own dresser and onto the floor. They shattered, making you shiver.

This wasn’t the sweet man you’d met in college in America. This wasn’t the man who’d stayed up late with you countless times, laughing and crying and kissing. This wasn’t the man you’d fallen in love with. James was changing, and you didn’t know why.

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[like-a-whisper]

Hiya! You know all the cute romione things we get only a glimpse of in Deathly Hallows, like the fact Harry thinks they fell asleep holding hands? Could you do a short fic of what you think might've been going on when Harry wasn't around?

I finally got around to finishing this! Yay for holidays! Thanks for bearing with me! x

I think SO much happened that Harry missed. In fact, therewas a post going round a while back that had really convincing arguments forthe theory that they’d actually gotten together much earlier on than we’dthought and it inspired me enough to want to write that. But time is a luxury Idon’t really have these days :( However, going off of your suggestion about theholding hands, I like to think that this is something that maybe had the chanceof happening? (And maybe if this is uploaded onto fanfic . net someday, I might continue this with more of the moments you -and I- were wondering about.)

[Also, I must confess this headcanon of mine of Ron and Hermione sleeping together in Grimmauld Place comes from Ann Margaret’s Hermione Granger and the Deathly Hallows. Go read it (and all her work!) if you haven’t yet!]

They’d moved into real bedrooms today. The adrenaline, fuelled byfear after escaping the Death Eaters in the cafe, had left them, and they didn’tneed to stay in the same room, lying on the cold, hard floor. They were readyto settle into Grimmauld Place, their new home for the foreseeable future. 

Ron found himself staring at the bedroom he’d stayed in thesummer before fifth year. Fred and George’s much larger room was obviously freenow, but it felt a bit wrong to take it. Harry’d gone with Sirius’ room, andRon reckoned he’d better leave him the privacy he needed. Hermione was a floorup, probably poring over one of the billions of books she’d brought with her.She’d gone to hers and Ginny’s room, though after last night, Ron really wishedshe’d stay in the same room as him. There was something very comforting abouthaving her next to him, being able to see for himself that she was safe, havingthat warm hand of hers resting in his.

Hereckoned he was coming way too close to telling her everything. Dancing withher at Bill’s wedding yesterday, holding her close… he finally felt that hecould actually do it. Tell her. Show her. It was probably that brilliant book -its advice was fantastic,and he’s actually felt a difference between him and her, like something couldreally happen, like she could actually feel the same way, that he couldactually start–

“Ron?”

He whirled around to face the doorway, to find Hermione staringat him nervously.

Yeah,no. He wasn’t going to tell her anything.

“Hermione,” he croaked out, rubbing the back of his neck nervouslyas he realised his voice was a pitch higher than it should be. “What’sgoing on?”

“Nothing,” Hermione exclaimed quickly, and he noticed that hewasn’t the only one who sounded like they’d inhaled too muchhelium. “Just, uh, wanted to check in.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “With what?”

“Just, uh, see how you’re going, here, in this new room,” sheclutched her book closer to her chest, almost protectively. “So, how are you?”

“I’m alright,” he said slowly. “What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing,” she repeated, and Ron felt like they were goinground in circles. But he supposed they’d always been like that, really. “Justthought I could use a break and have a chat.”

“Go ahead,” he acquiesced, extending his hand out welcomingly,inviting her to have a seat on his bed. It was only then that he’d realised howbold the gesture actually was. His ears flushed red, but this only worsenedwhen Hermione took up the offer and sat down at the foot of his bed.

As soon as her rather nice bottom sank into the mattress, Ronrealised, goosebumps appearing on his skin and breath catching in his throat,that she was wearing her nightgown. Sure, he’d seen her in pyjamas before. She had stayed at the Burrow over the summerfor the last few years. And just last night, when they’d stayed in the sittingroom together, with Harry. They’d slept together,really.

But that was the point – withHarry.  

Any interaction they’d had in their bed clothes was either in asitting room or with other people or both. Here…

She was on his bed. With him. Alone.

Ron’s mind began to race as Hermione delicately adjusted hergown. He wondered if she too had realised the implications of the position theywere in.

If she had, she wasn’t focusing on it. “So, what were you doing?Before I came in?”

“Uh…” Ron didn’t have an answer. What was he doing? “Taking it all in, I guess. Just thinking.”

It was a vague answer, but Hermione nodded knowingly. “It’s allreally starting, isn’t it? Properly?”

“Yeah,” Ron said, shrugging his shoulders and staring at a loosethread on the quilt. “Looks like it.”

“I hope your family’s alright, after the wedding…”

Ron felt himself stiffen, as he gripped the thread tightly inhis hand. He hoped so too, but he didn’t want to think about the alternative…

It killed him that he was stuck here and couldn’t find out forhimself.

“I’m sure they are, your father said so,” Hermione addedreassuringly, realising that the conversation probably wasn’t the best choice.Ron remained silent, unable to look at her. But from the corner of his eye, hecould see Hermione’s face crumble. “I’m really scared, Ron.”

It was the quiver in her voice that made him look up at hersharply. She bit her lip, closing her eyes briefly to try to stop the tears.Ron felt his stomach twist with nerves at the thought of her crying. Not onlydid it make him want to tear his insides outs that something upset her, but hestill wasn’t quite sure what to do when she cried.

Whenshe’s upset, and allows herself to be in front of you, comfort her. It’s whatyou both want. Put an arm around her. Tell her it’s okay. Make her feel safeand loved. If she’s being vulnerable in front of you, you need to show her she’sdoing the right thing and that it’s okay.

It was alarming how easily he’d been able to memorise thatbloody book. He wondered if this is how Hermione had functioned her whole life.

Nevertheless, eyes wide, brain spinning with the words fromthose pages, he sat up and placed a hand on her shoulder. Hermione raised adelicate hand to wipe her eye, ignoring him.

“Hey,” he said, rubbing her shoulder. Then he wondered if thatwas too rough, too much like the way he’d clap Harry on the back if he washaving a hard day, and so he relaxed his grip, just slightly, and, withoutreally thinking, pulled her towards him.

It was amazing, really, just how easily she fell into him. Herhead nestled into the crook of his neck and she sniffed, breathing out and intohis chest. Ron, meanwhile, breathed her in, feeling all-consumed by her verypresence, so close to him… this was a bad idea…

“I just don’t know…” Hermione began, but when her voice trailedoff, she didn’t continue. “I just don’t know,” she repeated.

“We’ll sort it out together,” Ron said quietly to her, holdingher closer. “I’m—I’m scared too, you know?”

She bobbed against him as she swallowed thickly, holding backher tears. As nervous as he’d been about confessing that to her, he had afeeling it was the right thing, because she looked quite comforted by that.

But of course, he couldn’t be sure, so he had to check:

“Does that… does that help?”

She let out a soft laugh, and her warm breath against his chestsent a shiver through his body. “I can’t imagine you scared, though,” she saidcalmly. “You’re always the one that runs straight into these messes, without asecond thought.”

“Scared shitless every time,” Ron confessed, chuckling.

Hermione glanced up at him, and there was a wonder in her eyesthat almost felt like she was… gazing athim? In almost-awe?

It was a foreign feeling, but very welcome.

“You’re very brave, Ron,” she whispered, as though afraid to letthe words come out. Indeed, Ron felt that they’d never come even close toa conversation like this ever in their friendship.

He wasn’t quite sure what to say to that, but she closed hereyes and leaned further into him, and he felt like that movement was enough tojustify him leaning back against the bedhead and pillows. She seemed all toohappy to follow.

He smoothed his hand over her hair, slowly, hesitantly. Thewords of the book echoing in his mind, he repeated, “You’re okay, you’re okay…”

Whether this was working or not, he wasn’t sure, until she whisperedso softly that he could have pretended that he hadn’t heard it, if it weren’tfor the fact that he’d desperately wanted her to have said those words: “Can Istay here tonight?”

And there was no way she could have meant it any other way,apart from here, in his bed, with him. There was no other mattress, no chair,and no reason for him to go on the floor here when she had her own room withher own bed.

But this was Hermione,and he couldn’t mess this up, so of course, he had to check. “W-with me?”

“Yes,” she answered, almost breathlessly, rushing through thatone word that meant so much.

“Yes,” he answered straight away, licking his lips nervously.While he had the courage, he let her go and got off the bed hurriedly, flippingthe covers back on his half. She stared at him from the bed, her eyes wide anduncertain, but after a moment, she lifted her feet up and wriggled them overand into the covers. Settling in, she glanced up at Ron, waiting for him tomove.

He allowed himself a moment to stare at this sight. HermioneGranger was in his bed. This was such abad idea.

But it was everything he’d ever wanted.

Again, allowing a burst of courage to take over him, he quicklycrept under the covers too, but couldn’t bring himself to touch her. Hiscourage couldn’t go that far.

He lay flat on his back, arms either side, staring up at theceiling. He wanted to shut his eyes, go to sleep, but he felt uncomfortablyaware of every single inch of his skin, and his brain felt far too alert topossibly relax into sleep.

His state of alertness meant that he nearly jumped when he feltHermione’s hand gently graze over his. He twisted his head to look at her, andshe looked back at him, nervously.

“It feels safer with you,” she whispered into the darkness.

He grasped her hand tightly in his, and felt she’d done morethan enough tonight to indicate it was alright for him to turn on his side toface her, and to reach out and touch her other shoulder with his free hand.

“Good,” he said, his voice low. “You know I’m not going to letanything happen to you.”

She smiled and shifted closer to him. His hand guided her backonto his chest, but she didn’t really need much help. He smiled as she settledinto him, wondering if she could feel how fast his heart was racing.

“Thank you, Ron,” she said quietly, closing her eyes.

“Anytime,” he replied, breathing out deeply to try to calmhimself. He probably wouldn’t get to sleep for quite some time tonight, but hereckoned that didn’t really matter.

And she seemed to take his reply quite literally, because thenext night she was back again. And the night after that.

And he reckoned, he wouldn’t mind doing this for the rest of hislife.

And maybe, perhaps, if he let himself hope enough, she wouldn’tmind it either.

[skull-grunt-judi]

“Judi” Amelia Lindburg

The girl from Kanto

Name: “Call me Judi...” Real name is Amelia Judi Lindburg, but she despises her first name due to her father.

Age: “I’m 21.” She tends to look in the younger side because of the way she dresses, acts, and interacts with people.

Gender: “I identify as a female.”

From: “...Kanto.”

Height/Weight: “I’m 5’6 and uh... I don’t remember how much I weigh.” [Depending on what version of her you get it can be a few things in terms of weight.]

Sexuality: “I don’t judge... love is love and I’ll love whoever my heart wants me to.” Pansexual 

Looks: She has brown eyes the become a golden hazel closer to the pupil. Her hair is brown and reaches down to the middle of her back, the Alola heat makes it frizzy. Quite pale but has a bit of color to her skin from the Alola sun. Covering scars from her past, the most obvious one is a scar that cuts through her lip. Shes covered in freckles and its the one aspect of her body that she actually quite likes. 

Personality: She is very meek, any sudden movements or change of tone will freak her out. It takes quite a bit to get her to talk about herself or to others comfortably, she cautious because of her past. She’s kind though and does her best to make sure others kindness doesn't go unnoticed. 

Background: She ran away from home when she was twenty-one, her birth mother died after she was born. Judi doesn't know who her birth mother was, only that she apparently takes after her looks very much. 

Her father never explicitly tried anything on her other than groping and drunken threats, and if he did she would always manage to escape and lock herself in the bathroom until he fell asleep. 

When she stole her very first pokemon, a Kanto starter, Squirtle she made the plan of running away from home only to be caught by her father. This particularly nasty fight almost killed her if it weren't for her stepmother, giving her the funds to run away Judi decided to take a trip far, far away and go to Alola where her father wouldn't be able to get to her. 

Pokemon Teams/Versions

-Healing Sound- 

Tag: [ D r o p T h e B e a t ] x HealingSound

This is the normal AU I will be used by default unless specified that another AU wants to be used or touched on. 

Judi ran away from home and joined team skull because of her terrible home life, and found team skull through the madness. Ended up going to one of her first beach rave parties in Alola and fell in love with the way music made people feel. The escape it gave some of them, so she's been very interested in hopping into the DJ scene. 

Since she's not made of money she can be often found taking apart old appliances to mess with her own custom set, digging through junkyards, or going to old used electronics stores to make her own turntables. 

Squirt Lv. 32

Vilobe Lv. 20

Dew Lv. 18

Diz Lv. 18

Rory Lv. 24

Swalla Lv. 20

-Once Upon A Time- 

Tag: [ A written story ] x OnceUponATime 

Currently, I'm writing a fic about Judi with a close friend of mine, this version acts and differently and has a slightly different backstory and will be one of the primary verses I use with her Muse! You're more than welcome to interact with her! Who knows maybe your muse will make an appearance in my fic! 

But Judi is from Kanto still and Judi is her real name in this AU, and she is an ex-champion to Kanto! She never joins team skull here but knows lots about the notorious team! 

*Judi doesn't battle despite her pokemon having levels 

Find it here at Under her skin!

Blastoise Lv. 100 *Can mega evolve

Scolipede Lv. 75 *Shiny

Luxray Lv. 75 

Swoobat Lv. 70

Zorua Lv. 50 

Riolu Lv. 20

Tag: [ S h e D o s e n t E x i s t A n y m o r e ] x BrokenJudi

Warning: Explicit content pertaining to this universe; Discord exclusive 

Judi is forced to join Team Skull against her will, has her pokemon taken from her until she proves herself time and time again. She is punished for any wrong moves she makes, when she does finally get back her pokemon she’s a changed person, cruel and pessimistic. 

Drawn back she fills her team with dragon pokemon, these types are her preference because she sees them as scary and powerful when in reality they can be the weakest.

She will eventually go on to kill her father when he tries to take her home, team skull doesn't get disbanded in this universe after the Aether program situation. She is a mean machine and will do what it takes to survive, but under that hard shell, there is a girl who's scared of getting hurt again. 

Pokemon: 

Blastoise - Lv. 70

Kommo-o - Lv. 60

Noivern - Lv. 60

Tyrantrum - Lv. 60

Hydreigon - Lv. 50 

Turtonator - Lv. 50 

-Abandoned Judi-

Tag: [ G r o w i n g U p S t r o n g ] x AbandonedJudi

Judi never joined Team Skull but they did take an interest in her Kanto starter, pursuing her again and again in hopes of nabbing the pokemon. They do eventually give up because the effort is far too much for such a Pokemon, team skull doesn't disband in this universe.

She’s homeless in this universe and lives off the beach, she will eventually get a job at the daycare and help pokemon. In the process, she learns to catch a few of her own creating a lovey team. 

Judi does eventually face her father again and with the support of her friends, they manage to send him away. 

Pokemon:

Blastoise - Lv. 60

Alolan Raichu - Lv 50

Comfey - Lv. 40

Lycanrock (Midday) - Lv. 40

Mimikyu - Lv. 30

Ribombee - Lv. 30

- Mermaid AU -

Tag : [ S c a l e s A n d S o n g s ] x MerJudi

Random AU where Judi is a Mermaid and she was taken from her mother at a young age by the man she came to know as her “Father” who would rip her scales out to sell and put her on display for the world to see. 

She managed to escape during a transport with the help of some protestors who considered what her father was doing to be “kidnapping” and “human abuse”. She now wanders the seas in search of her biological mother. 

And in search of her people. 

[player-0ne]

Estranged - Chapter One

Chapter Name: The Breaking Point

Chapter Rating: E for explicit language and sexual themes, although no smut happens yet.

Story Rating: E for explicit

A03:

Pauline had come to the Mushroom Kingdom to have a sleepover with some of her dearest friends, including the esteemed Princess Peach. Now-- whenever she was near the princess, Pauline always found herself in a compromising position. Of course, it wasn’t entirely accidental. Pauline wanted very badly to claim the alluring woman as her own, but her heart belonged to Mario, and so the mayor would just get as close to the woman as possible without crossing boundaries. Or, rather… that had been her intention.

As it happened, she found herself in a very confusing situation, the likes of which she had never dealt with before. She and the two princesses had gone to her royal quarters in preparation for the night, which was generally where they liked to hang out, and they had gotten into the usual sleepover shenanigans. While Pauline was a grown woman, she found their somewhat childish interactions to be amusing, and so she played along.

Currently, they were playing a game called “Never Have I Ever.” She had been shocked to find out that Peach was willing to listen to Daisy’s suggestion, and she had had “strawberry tart” liqueur shots made and brought up to them. Straight girls were really weird about their sleepovers, Pauline knew this from first-hand experience, and she supposed that it was normal to get a little tipsy when there are no men around, but that still didn’t explain her current situation. It had started out normal, with Daisy smirking and looking directly at Peach.

“Never have I ever ridden dick,” she said. Peach turned bright red, sticking her tongue out before taking a shot. Pauline stayed as she was, smirking a little. If they kept it to straight girl things, she’d be fine all night.

“Alright, yeah, ha-ha,” said Peach, before looking directly at Daisy, “well never have I ever ridden-” she stopped herself, turning red, “y-you know…”

“Ridden what, Peach?” asked Daisy, wearing a shit-eating grin.

“G-girls…” mumbled Peach. Daisy nodded, gladly taking a shot.

“Right, that’s what you were gonna say,” she quipped. Pauline cautiously took a shot as well, avoiding eye contact with both of them. Well, that was one way to come out. While having a sleepover. Great. Daisy, however, just hooted and gave her a high-five, while Peach looked moderately surprised. Right, it was Pauline’s turn now.

“Hmm…” she murmured, trying to think of one that would make them both lose, “never have I ever kissed someone and actually liked it.” Both women just looked really surprised.

“What? Oh, sweetie…” muttered Daisy, “that’s no good!” She took a shot, and as did Peach. Pauline shrugged.

“It is what it is,” she said, “I just worry about the city and its people, romance can wait. Anyway, that kinda dampened the mood, didn’t it? We should keep the game rolling.”

“No no no,” said Daisy, “we have to fix this!”

“H-wait what?” asked Pauline, “fix what?!”

“The whole kissing thing! It isn’t fair for a woman your age not to enjoy herself!” exclaimed Daisy, seeming like she had been personally violated.

“What are you suggesting I do..?” inquired Pauline, growing skeptical.

“Easy! I could just kiss you. I’m a great kisser!” offered Daisy. What.

“E-Excuse me?” managed Pauline.

“I mean, you said you liked girls,” reasoned Daisy, “and you’re pretty cute. I could just show you what a good kiss feels like, that way you can’t keep moping around!”

“I mean… no,” said Pauline, “I don’t think that’s a good idea at all.”

“Why not?” asked Daisy.

“Well, for one, you aren’t single,” said Pauline, “and on top of it, you’ve had two shots. It feels wrong, I’d rather deal with you when you have a clear head. Maybe we should just move onto the next question?” Daisy pouted, and she looked like she was about to argue, when Peach chimed in.

“Daisy,” she said, giggling a little, “I think that you may be too much for our guest to handle. Let’s move on.” Huffing, Daisy agreed and continued the game.

“Never have I ever gone down on someone,” she said. Pauline glared at her, taking a shot. Peach continued.

“Never have I ever been gone down on!” she exclaimed. Pauline did not take a shot, but Daisy did. After she was finished, she looked to Pauline.

“What, really?! We need to-”

“NO!!” Peach and Pauline yelled in tandem, shutting her down. She grumbled something about the government these days before continuing.

“Never have I ever had dirty thoughts about Pauline,” said Daisy, smirking at Peach. They stared at one another for a long second, while Pauline shamelessly took a shot. She was gorgeous, of course she’d had some less-than-polite thoughts about herself. I mean, look at her! Just as she set her glass down, she saw Peach take a deep breath, grabbing her shot glass and throwing back a shot, before setting it back down and refusing eye contact. Daisy smirked, winking at Pauline and mouthing the words ‘you’re welcome.’ While in the castle after-hours, she had come back to collect something that she had left behind, and walked in on Peach making some quite telling noises. There was a long moment of silence, before Peach realized that it was her turn.

“Oh-um… how about we play another game?” she asked, still blushing.

“Dibs on choosing!” yelled Daisy. Peach furrowed her brow, but consented, as did Pauline.

“Great. Spin the bottle,” sang Daisy, already hopping to her feet and going to grab an empty bottle.

“Wait no-” exclaimed Peach.

“Actually, you know what? I’ll be back in a while, I don’t know where I’m gonna find an empty bottle, so I’ll have to search the whole castle. You two just have fun together!” called Daisy, already out the door.

“What?!” exclaimed Peach and Pauline. There was no response.

“Daisy certainly is a character,” said Pauline, leaning back on her elbows on the floor and staring at the ceiling.

“Yeah, she’s… definitely something,” responded Peach, laughing nervously.

“What did she mean by- oops!” they had both spoken at the same time.

“You first,” Peach prompted, receiving a nod from Pauline.

“What do you think she meant by ‘have fun?’” she asked. Peach sighed, flopping onto the ground next to her.

“Oh, stars…” she muttered, “it’s just that… well, she heard something I said and…” Peach fumbled for words, her face turning a deep red.

“What’s wrong, princess?” Pauline adjusted herself so that she could see the other woman, looking curious.

“I… uh…” Peach looked to her, her entire face red, “gosh you’re close… well, um… It’s just… I’ve been wondering how lesbians… well… how they… you know..?” Pauline’s eyes widened. “How they have sex?” she asked, receiving a quick, embarrassed nod from her friend, “I mean, I can explain it to you if it won’t make you uncomfortable,” she chuckled, “it really isn’t that hard to understand.”

“Yes please,” squeaked Peach.

“Hmm?” asked Pauline.

“Please do… tell me…” She muttered, avoiding eye contact. Pauline sighed.

“Honestly if you’re dying to know, and Daisy’s evidently dying to get in my pants, then she and I can just show you. There are a lot of different ways to do it, it’s pretty much the same as straight sex, just without a dick,” she said. There had never been a time in her life when it was NOT the norm.

“No!” exclaimed Peach, “not with her!” Pauline paused.

“Oh, alright, then I’ll just tell you?” said Pauline. Peach nodded.

“Well, there’s a number of ways that you can do it,” said Pauline, “I couldn’t possibly cover all of them, but the most common ones are either using your fingers or using your mouth.”

“W-where would you use your mouth?!” demanded Peach.

“Y...you know….” managed Pauline, slightly uncomfortable, “we already talked about this during the game.” Peach was confused, before her eyes widened.

“You do that on girls, too?!” she asked, shocked. Pauline nodded. “How?!” Demanded Peach, “there’s no… thing!”

“It really isn’t that difficult to understand,” Pauline grew exasperated, “you start up top of course, but when you do reach the bottom, you generally just go for it. Each woman is different in her preferences, some don’t like oral at all, but as a general rule of thumb you should lick up and down the labia, and at one point, if you want to combine it with fingering, move your mouth up to the clitoris and suck it while you finger her. There’s… I mean there’s a lot that you can do, but it really just comes down to pleasing your partner. A lot of it is just improvising and going with how you feel.”

“How… how does it feel..?” asked Peach. Pauline blanked.

“P-Peach… I mean…” she had no idea how to respond, “I can’t describe how it feels, that’s a little personal and I don’t bottom anyway.”

“Can you show me?” asked Peach, leaning in. Wow, she was close. Pauline felt her face heat up, and she was suddenly acutely aware of every feature of the other woman’s face.

“You said that you didn’t want Daisy and I to do that, and anyway-”

“No, I don’t!” interrupted Peach, “I mean… you know… Daisy’s going to be gone for a while, and… I’m just so curious… will you show me..?” Pauline really wanted to have her. She’d wanted her for months, and now, Peach was presenting herself. But she knew what this was. It was this kind of trap that straight girls loved to pull on lesbians, where they’d go far out of their comfort zone and then just use it for gossip material, ditching the friend that they had fucked or lured. “Peach, you’re straight,” said Pauline, “and I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“I… I want to try…” managed Peach, looking like she wanted to curl in on herself out of embarrassment.

“Peach…” Pauline couldn’t believe that she was saying this, “no. Just… no. I thought that you were better than this. You can’t just find some lesbian and toy around with her for your amusement and bragging rights. It’s really not cool for you to use me like that, I’m going home.” She stood up, dusting herself off and leaving Peach on the ground, hurt. Pauline left the room, grabbing her blazer on her way out.

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” she said, sounding somewhat closed-off, before she left, closing the door behind her.

Peach lay on the ground, thoroughly confused by her own actions, and hurt by what Pauline had said. She didn’t want to admit it, but Pauline was right. She was just amusing herself with the woman. After a few minutes, there was a knock, and Peach’s heart skipped a beat. However, it was Daisy who walked in, looking a little confused.

“Hey” she said, sitting down next to Peach on the floor, “just saw Pauline headed home. What happened?” Peach looked up to her, before sitting up as well and furrowing her brow.

“Nothing,” she said scornfully, “nothing happened.”