better get on with the packing

anonymous asked:

hey! i'm looking for fics where derek and stiles get together in season 2 or after a pack is already established!

Season 2 getting together fics, here you go  -Emmy

Originally posted by dazedobrien

Deep Down in his Blood by wangler

(3,718 I Explicit I Complete)  *dubcon

“Do you want me to get you wet?” Derek asks, low now, like a growl.

The Sound of Your Heart by Drapetomania 

(8,980 I General I Complete)

Stiles has a 5 year plan of how to make Derek’s life better and woo him in the process.

Stiles Stilinski: The Protector by Little_red_2000 

(13,222 I Mature I Complete)

It’s all very new to Stiles, his and Derek’s relationship has been going on for less than a week, but it’s so natural that he feels that it’s been longer than that.

Everything is almost perfect, except for one thing.  No one knows about it. He has an inkling that Derek’s betas know but they haven’t said anything yet.

The Way We Began (or, What We’re Supposed to Be) by avioleta

(20,457 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles is attacked and ends up in a coma.  Derek is acting strange when he wakes up, and everything deteriorates quite rapidly from there.

There’s a Wolf in my Bed by halcyon1993

(30,366 I Teen I Complete)

Three weeks after helping Derek stop his uncle, Stiles returns home from school to find the new alpha fast asleep on his bed. He doesn’t know what to do about it, especially when it keeps happening.

For Better or Worse, We’re Changing by halcyon1993 

(101,530 I Explicit I Complete)  *hunter!stiles, suicide attempt

With Peter and Kate dead, Derek and Stiles are finally given the chance to figure out who they are to each other. Theirs isn’t the only relationship that continues to change for the better, but as Derek settles into his new role as the Hale Pack alpha and Stiles seeks to grow stronger, a new player comes to town with their sights set on revenge.

anonymous asked:

i dont get the whole nups toit thing in b99?

the saga of the toit nups, aka how well-matched amy and jake are:

jake: “the point is, these nuptials are going to be ‘toit.’  speaking of ‘toit nups,’ we better get going, because we don’t have a lot of time and we have to meet with seventeen wedding vendors.  a jam-packed schedule that can only be achieved by a type-a personality!”

florist: “so, we can wrap it in silk, or, for a more rustic feel: burlap.”

jake: “oh, that’s neat, but we want these nups to be toit.  could we wrap the flowers in new york times crossword puzzles from key dates in our lives?”

baker: “i wasn’t entirely sure if you were joking or not, but–”

jake: “a nakatomi plaza cake?  the groom is on a licorice hose!  [bruce willis voice]  welcome to the wedding, pal.  oh, amy.  these nups may be getting too toit.”

jake, in a british accent: “well, it would appear that we have achieved what scholars refer to as ‘the toitest of nups!’”

amy, also in a british accent: “indeed! … oh, hi susan.  we’re normal people.”

jake: “amy, we had something great in the palm of our hands, and then someone swooped in at the last minute and stole it?  there’s only one person who would do that.”

amy: “no.”

amy & jake: “the vulture!”

jake: “oh no.  our nups have been untoitened.  we’ve got loose nups.”

jake: “the point is, these nuptials are still gonna be mad toit.  i would marry you in a dumpster.”

amy: “aw, i would marry you in a dumpster.”


Hogwarts/Ilvermorny Combinations

This is not exactly the type of content I usually post but a lovely anon requested me to do this so… Here it is, anon.


Gryffindor/Thunderbird: The brave adventurers. They are the risk takers. They’re adventurous - want to explore and make a difference. They’re brave - not being afraid to do so. They’ll stand up for what they believe in, even if they have to stand alone. Thrilling, influential, independent and confident are some of the traits they inherit.

Slytherin/Thunderbird: The cunning adventurers. They usually plan before traveling. They have something that’s driving them forward - something connected to their soul. They won’t stop till they’ve reached their goal, no matter if it’s simple or complex. They’re driven, strong-willed and unpredictable.

Ravenclaw/Thunderbird: The curious adventurers. They have deep ancient souls. Their Ravenclaw mind is full of questions and the Thunderbird in them helps to find the answers. They have the ability to see the big picture. They’re philosophical, rational and collected.

Hufflepuff/Thunderbird: The dedicated adventurers. Easygoing is in their nature - being able to get along with whoever they want wherever they go. They have a soft spot for different cultures and their people. Sweet, calm and friendly is what they are.

Hogwarts/Horned Serpent

Gryffindor/Horned Serpent: The daring scholars. Their minds are extremely fierce - having a great amount of mental power. They won’t hesitate to examine an uncanny idea they’ve had up close. They’re conservative and cautious. Unafraid to go lengths just to learn.

Slytherin/Horned Serpent: The ambitious scholars. They have a goal to achieve a certain level of education. And they will do it, no matter the obstacles. They plan before doing - calculating all the movements and what will happen if they do it in a certain way. They’re clever, tactical and realists.

Ravenclaw/Horned Serpent: The witty scholars. Perhaps the most common among all the Hogwarts/Ilvermorny combos - as intelligence is very closely connected to the mind. Their minds are dynamic. They have the ability to see beyond as it is. They’re very quick-witted, insightful and perspective.

Hufflepuff/Horned Serpent: The kind scholars. They’re most likely to use their knowledge and intelligence to help people. To understand them better. To do something good. They tend to be extremely understanding and compassionate.


Gryffindor/Wampus: The courageous warriors. It is very common for a Gryffindor to get Wampus as their Ilvermorny house. Bravery is perhaps a warrior’s main quality. They are capable of dealing with real world problems. They’re prepared to face danger. This combo tends to be all action-packed, restless and physical.

Slytherin/Wampus: The resourceful warriors. They have everything planned before going to the battlefield. They’re driven by their ambition. They want to win - they’ll do anything to win. They know that in today’s world, winning is everything.

Ravenclaw/Wampus: The intelligent warriors. The rarest of all the 16 combos. But not impossible. Their fights are not always physical. They often win the battle by outsmarting the enemy. They represent the strategical and generalship aspect of wars rather than the physical aspect.

Hufflepuff/Wampus: The just warriors. Who won’t cheat their way through. They’re the optimistic one of the crew - knowing they’ll achieve victory if they try hard enough. They’re loyal to their companions and like fair-play and justice.


Gryffindor/Pukwudgie: The brave healers. Those who are willing to do anything to save people, refusing to accept that they can’t save everyone. They won’t give up, though. In the end that makes them the hero.

Slytherin/Pukwudgie: - the ambitious healers. The ambition of their heart is what’s driving them forward. Not resting till the task before them is done is what they do. They tend to be more emotional than other Slytherins but manage to use it as their advantage.

Ravenclaw/Pukwudgie: The wise healers. They’re smart, depend on their intellect and know exactly what to do to heal someone, something or themselves. They’re the perfect combination of the head and the heart.

Hufflepuff/Pukwudgie: The kind healers. The ultimate optimists. They’re work hard to heal who or what they want. Supportive, encouraging, sympathetic and selfless is what they are.

Ilvermorny houses are not Hogwarts houses’ counterparts. Your personality traits/values is your Hogwarts house and how you use them or what you use them for is your Ilvermorny house.


                                 and all I can do is just wait
                                    for you to come round
                                          and save me

Criminal (m)| one-shot

Originally posted by nnochu

Pairing| Jungkook x Reader

Genre| Smut

Word Count| 5,168

Summary| As a rogue werewolf, you know the dangers of trespassing on a pack’s territory, but you don’t really have a choice.

A/N| Here is the better-edited reupload of Criminal! Hope you all enjoy~

You hadn't planned on getting caught. You had hoped for the exact opposite, actually.

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5 things I’ve learned since I started college: 

1. You will eat so many granola bars. Do yourself a favor and always keep two in your bag in case you can’t stop by the dining hall/buy food. 

2. Never, ever, ever go anywhere without your water bottle. Fun dinner with a club? Still bring it, 99% of colleges have a lot of walking and you never know when you’ll need a drink of water. Get in the habit and you will thank yourself either. 

3. If you’re living on campus, just try trust me a pack like…a lot of underwear (a lot!!) because this will be the thing that saves you from having to do laundry often. 

4. A few weeks in there is a plague that goes around campus and it’s hard not to get caught by it. Stock up on medicines like tylenol, cough medicne, etc as well as cough drops beforehand (especially if you live on campus). Also if you live on campus, it may be wise to pack Pepto Bismal or something similar, the college diet may be very different than how you’re used to eating and it’s better to be safe than sorry. 

5. There is no harm in doing a little bit of homework at a time. Just because you only have 30 minutes to work and can’t finish an assignment in that time doesn’t mean you should wait to do it. Often times, things and events come up and so it’s best to work on homework whenever possible even if it’s just a little bit. 

Bonus one: A lot of times people tell you that if you work hard in high school, college will be a breeze. And although it may be true for some people, it’s definitely not true for everyone. College will be hard. There will be hard classes. There will be times when you feel like the dumbest person in the room. Please. Please. Please. Ask for help. Another person’s success and another person’s intelligence does not diminish yours.  


Written for the first day of Sterek Week ‘17: Alpha and Emissary! I hereby present to you 1.5k of werewolf speed dating :D

It’s that time of year again: no, not Halloween. It’s the weekend of the Great North Atlantic Supernatural Mixer.

Or, as Erica likes to call it: speed dating for overpowered Alphas and snooty Emissaries.

Derek has been going since he became an Alpha, and each and every year he came home alone again, much to the disappointment of his pack. He’s not really feeling much hope for this year either.

The connection between Alpha and Emissary is the most important one in the pack. They have to be able to trust each other implicitly as neither can just order the other into submission for the pack structure to uphold. The Alpha Emissary relationship does not have to be romantic in nature, but it often tends to be, given how close they have to be to work together seamlessly as a team.

And Derek just hasn’t ever met anyone he had been able to even remotely imagine building that kind of relationship with. There have been a few Emissaries who approached him, drawn in by the weight that the Hale name still has in the supernatural world, or by the sweet call of money. Some were obviously just after a sexual relationship, attracted to Derek’s body and not interested at all in his mind or heart. It always takes all of Derek’s control to get through the weekend without starting a feud with an easily affronted Emissary. And never has he ever felt inclined to approach anyone himself.

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Budget Beach Starter

This is another starter for Brindleton Bay, inspired by coastal beach houses. It’s very sparsely furnished (and a bit blah-looking from the back ;-p), but it does have all the basics. There’s only one bedroom as built, but you could easily add a wall to create a second bedroom upstairs if you can afford it. Feel free to edit and expand as you wish!

Note - for the Gallery/Library pic, I flipped the house around. I would recommend rotating the lot back like in my screenshots so that the porch faces the beach (much better views from the big windows that way!).

  • CC-free
  • Lot size: 20x20
  • Cost: §18,472
  • Lot Location: “Bedlington Boathouse” in Brindleton Bay
  • Required Packs:
    • EPs - Get Together, City Living, Cats and Dogs
    • GPs - Outdoor Retreat, Dine Out, Parenthood
  • To install, download the ZIP file from the link below. Extract the folder and copy its contents (there should be 8 files total) into your My Documents/Electronic Arts/The Sims 4/Tray folder. 

DOWNLOAD ZIP file (SimFileShare)

**If you don’t want to install it using the Tray files, you can also find it in the Gallery under #jenba and Origin ID silrosse.


hush, hush (m.) | 01

bangtan + fuckboy au

genre: smut (!!!) | angst (!!!) | oral sex | hate fuck | closet sex

word count: 4.4k

Every school has its golden couple. You know, they’re the pair that will stay together all through college, eventually, get married, and live happily ever after in a large house with their equally as large amount of children. You’ve seen them in the courtyard - hands clasped together in a perfect fit - you’ve seen them in your classes - effortlessly answering questions while sliding each other knowing looks - and you’ve definitely seen them at all the parties - before they head upstairs to one of the bedrooms, of course.

You know them. Everybody knows them. How could you not know them? Their lives were perfect, their friends were perfect, and their looks were perfect. They are perfect, popular, admired, and most importantly, in love.

Or at least, they were.

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⇁ dick n’ go (m)

Originally posted by is-your-mac-fully-loaded

pairing⇁Seokjin x Reader

 genre⇁smut, crack || shopping for dicc!au

warnings⇁male objectification, superficiality, fuckgirl!reader, dirty talk, and cocky!jin if that isn’t your thing

word count⇁12.8k 

After trooping through a series of horrendous first dates and mediocre hookups, you were convinced you would never find a man capable of satisfying your needs. Your friend recommends you try a slightly unconventional method to remedy your bad luck.  

alternatively: seokjin has a five star dick and you decide to give it a go

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anonymous asked:

Fav long fics?!

Since I don’t know exactly what long fics are to you, here’s a list of my fave 50k+ fics in no particular order :)

Kaleidoscope by Vendelin [E, 54k]

Stiles spends a year before college working at the all-night coffee shop in town. It’s nice and quiet, until one dark and brooding Derek starts coming in every morning, ordering coffee so strong that it should not be fit for human consumption. Ever. Stiles tries not to be affected by the mystery guy, but it’s not like anything else happens around here, so really, what did you expect? And when he’s already in too deep, he realises he might even be in way over his head…

Safety in Silence by Survivah [M, 66k]

It’s perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn’t want to be Derek’s soulmate.

Easy Trouble by Survivah [M, 55k]

Derek+Stiles+fairies = love spell

“Make love to me,” Derek demands.


The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis (dsudis) [M, 116k]

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)  

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll, Rahciach [E, 76k]

“Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf.” An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.

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13.02 coda

Thank you guys so much for all the love last week! As always, if you’d like to be added to or removed from the taglist, please send me a message <3

“Dean! Oh my - ”

Dean storms right past Sam and dumps Jack’s bloody knife in the sink. He doesn’t look at him as he turns on the water, but it doesn’t matter. Sam’s already up out of his seat and crowding against him along the counter.

“I knew you were in bad way after Cas but, Dean, I thought you were dealing - ”

Dean rolls his eyes. “It’s not mine,” he snaps, turning over his shoulder. Bright red blood pools in the sink as the faucet rushes over it.

Sam, still gaping, manages to narrow his eyes as his alarm fades away. “What did you do?”

Dean frowns. “Nothing. Why do you think that I - ”

Sam sags then, his body collapsing into itself all at once before he pulls himself to his full height. His eyes melt into that deplorable sad puppy dog look, the kind of look that’s going to turn into guilt some day. “Oh no. Oh, Jack…”

Dean shakes his head. “He’s fine, Sam. Obviously. You know damn well something like this couldn’t do any serious damage.”

Just like that, the puppy look slips away. Sam glares. His lip curls and his eyes narrow and he leans forward in the meanest way that Dean has ever seen from him. For a second he actually wonders if Sam’s going to hit him.

“You think I only care if he’s hurt? You think - Dean, that kid is suicidal now. He’s not even a week old and he - ”

Sam suddenly cuts off and wipes his face with his hand. 

“You know what?” he says. “You’re seriously messed up, man. You have a problem, and - don’t look at me like that - and you need to stay the hell away from Jack from now on.”

Dean lets the water run. Low and dark, he murmurs, “I have a problem?”

“Yeah, Dean, you do,” Sam snaps. “You didn’t see him out there, terrified and alone. He thinks you hate him. I’m starting to think that maybe you’re the one with no soul around here.”

He leaves the room, stomping away in a huff, and Dean knows that he’s headed off to Jack’s room. He’s going to clean up the mess, he’s going to try and soothe all the wounds that aren’t visible. Sam’s good like that, and he just doesn’t know when to quit.

Dean stares down into the drain, pink-dyed water circling the abyss. 

“I don’t have a fucking problem,” he insists, but it’s only to an empty room.

He shuts off the water and leaves the knife in the sink.

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devilishbagels  asked:

(Oops I meant) For the kiss prompt: #6 Klance please?? Thank you!!

Believe me, I knew it was Klance, no worries there; ONTO THE DRABBLE!

I got a lil carried away in the begining lmao, idk what happened. I ACTUALLY LIKED THIS ONE. What a nice surprise. 

Excuse any grammar/typos/logic this may have or lack of but like, ya know, writer’s blog, I’m doing my best lmao.

6; lazy morning kisses before they’ve even open their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up.

Here’s the thing: Keith’s a light sleeper.

Here’s the other thing: Keith doesn’t give a fuck.

Sleep is precious, alright? It’s one of the few things that are vital for him to be an actual human being (or hybrid? Or whatever he was?) and something he doesn’t take slightly.

He goes to sleep early, he gets his six or eight hours and he wakes up on point to every day’s morning training before Allura can even harm his ears with the Castle’s alarms and he functions alright throughout the day.

All in all, though, as much as he loves sleeping, his entire life pretty much taught him that he must be in high alert, every single second.

It started when his dad had scooped him up one late night, barely explaining anything to him as he shoved Keith into the car and drove away from the only home Keith had known in his small three years of life. After that it felt like they were on a run, always on the move, barely giving Keith time to get attached to the four walls surrounding them, ‘protecting’ them, before they had to pack everything and leave.

It went on for a few years, Keith getting better and better at waking up by himself so his dad didn’t even had to step into his room, until one night when Keith woke up to several social workers, a crumbled note and no family.

The habit of being a light sleeper didn’t fade in the years to come. If anything, the time in his foster homes only made him more paranoid, something that came in handy when Ryan, one of his older foster brothers when he was nine, tried to dye his hair pink one fateful night.

Yes, he slapped the shit out of Ryan and got transferred to another foster home but at least he didn’t get pink hair. It had been a win-win in his book.

Now, life in the Castle? Simple, organized and oddly easily adaptable, having in mind they are floating in the middle of a galaxy it didn’t had a name that they (see: Hoomans) could pronounce.

Which brings him back to square zero: him lying on his bed, knowing full well that the glowing on his walls that lines up with their clock is not yet the color that would represent a sunrise. Keith knows this, and yet there’s a soft pressure on his side that dares to take his sleep away from him.

Keith’s awake at the first touch; the feathery touch if it could even be called that way. It’s enough to wake him up but damn him if his boyfriend thinks he will rise before his time.

Keith grumbles under his breath, pressing half of his face further down into his pillow as Lance’s fingers start stroking the small sneak peek of his pale skin that Lance’s shirt didn’t cover properly.

“Baby?” Lance mumbles, breathing against Keith’s ear and Keith swallows the gasp that almost leaves him. He’s not giving that little shit the satisfaction.

“No.” Keith whines, words muffled and still slurred so it might have sounded like a ‘Moo’. Lance’s low and husky chuckle only confirms his theory.

“Baby, come on, please wake up?”

Keith doesn’t even bother to answer. He just turns around and buries his face against his boyfriend’s chest, thanking every celestial power out there for making Lance to sleep shirtless because damn.

“Keith, amor? Wakey wakey, daisy?”

That one didn’t even make any sense but is Keith going to tell him that? Heck no.

But if Keith knows anything about his boyfriend, is that Lance is one stubborn son of a bitch and Keith can only re-confirm this as Lance takes out his big guns.

The other big guns.

Warm and slightly chapped lips are being pressed against his hair, lingering a tick too long before they move to his forehead. Then they attacked him just above his eyebrow before making their way down, slow and steady, pressing themselves against Keith’s closed eyes, one kiss on each of them, before one on his nose and cheeks.

God, it shouldn’t be this endearing. It should make him groan in annoyance and irritation because his sleep is slipping through his hands by every passing tick but Lance’s hands are on him, on the small of his back, holding him close and secure against his broad chest, lips traveling all over his face with so much care and gentleness and Keith’s a weak man.

“Wake up, baby.” Lance mumbles quietly and Keith can hear the small smug smile on his lips, “Keithy baby?”

Keith’s about to open his mouth when those same lips press themselves against his own and Keith can honestly wave sleep bye-bye as long as Lance’s lips stay on him.

Keith sighs on against the kiss, holding his breath for a second to ignore the classic moment of morning breath but he doesn’t really give a damn.

What he wants is Lance and more.

He press himself closer in the kiss, his own smirk growing on his lips as Lance gasps in surprise at the sudden shift but he welcomes it smoothly, slowly lowering himself back down on the bed as Keith rolls and ends up on top of him.

“One of this days,” Keith whispers, eyes still closed as he drops a few more kisses on Lance’s face as he catches his breathe, “One of these days I’mma stab you by ‘accident’ if you keep stealing my sleep from me.”

Lance chuckles and waves him off, saying something that if he didn’t did it six months ago when they started dating, he’s not going to do it now.

Well, yeah, duh, not if Lance keeps using those damn lips against him. Talking about playing fair, Lance.

“Baby, kissing? Me? Please?” Lance whines, lips turning into a small pout as Keith looks back at him and then he smiles fondly.

“God, you’re lucky I love you.” Keith whispers as he lowers himself once again.

“More than sleep?”

“Don’t push it.”


Richie Tozier || Too Soon

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this one, it took three different tries to get it somewhat of how I wanted it to be! This is set ten years later, so in the late 90’s! It needed to be earlier than twenty-seven years, so here we are! Please enjoy!

The sound of light rain pattering against the window slowly drew you to consciousness, your eyes slowly opening to face the window. There was barely any light coming through the curtains, the only time it really shown any was when lightening struck. The quiet snores from your sleeping husband behind you continued for a few moments before a clap of thunder shook the small house and drew Richie from his peaceful sleep, “it never fucking fails.” He groaned sleepily as he turned his body to face your back and threw his arm over your waist, he pulled you to his chest before he placed a gentle kiss on your neck as your laced your fingers with his over your abdomen. Another clap of thunder echoed outside two minutes later when he settled back down and he growled, “decent sleep. That’s all I fucking ask for.”

A soft snort escaped you as you looked at Richie over your shoulder, “well, I mean, that’s not all you ask for.” His lips turned into a suggestive grin, “well, you’re not wrong,” his hand slid to your waist as grasped it gently. You rolled your eyes, “Richie-“ the shrill ringing of the house phone echoed throughout the house, the sound of it making you both rise to your elbows. “I guess going back to sleep is not in my near fucking future.” You gave a small laugh, “I’ll go answer it then, you big baby.” The ringing stopped and you froze for a moment, before it began ringing again and you continued to make your way out of the bed. Richie’s hand fell on your lap, “Nah, I got it.” He fully sat up and the sheets pooled around his hips before he threw them onto you and climbed out of the bed, he used the palm of his hand to rub his eyes as he yawned, then he quickly pulled on his jeans and a t-shirt before he walked out of the room. “Richie, if you’re going to smoke-“ you called out after him, the ringing stopped, “-close the door! I know the drill, babe.”

Your lips lifted in a smile as you heard your Richie’s response, however, the smile dropped a few seconds later as a wave of nausea hit, causing you to hastily throw the sheets off of your legs and you threw yourself off the bed, sprinting into the bathroom. You heaved into the toilet, your hands harshly grasping the edge of it. After a moment of waiting for another wave, you leaned back against the cool wall and panted quietly when the nausea did not come back. You had no choice. You had to tell Richie today. Standing up, you quickly washed your hands and brushed your teeth and hair before you changed out of Richie’s t-shirt and into a pair of jeans and a sweater. With a nervous glance at your outfit, more as a way to stall time than actual concern for the clothing, you made your way out of your shared room.

You nerves slowly began to rise with each step that you took and you caught yourself glancing at the pictures that littered throughout the house. Some of the pictures of the two of you and your friends, then some of just the two of you at different stages: kids, teenagers, when he finally asked you out your sophomore year, graduation, both of your twenty-first birthdays, and other pivotal moments. They seemed like ages ago, when it was only a few short years. Well, most of them anyway, your twenty-first being just two years ago along with your engagement that he planned out beautifully with the help of Eddie, and your engagement party; and last year from your wedding day, your honey moon; and finally from your anniversary date that was three months ago. A small sonogram tucked away in your bedside table was going to be the newest addition to all of the memories that were randomly placed in the house.

You glanced over at the sliding glass door that lead to the back porch, your stomach tightening at the sight of Richie. He sat on one of the outside chairs, hunched over, his hands cradled his head and between his ring finger, that held the silver wedding band, and his middle finger, was a cigarette. Hesitantly, you slide the door open and then close, before you gently wrapped your arms around his shoulder. He was shuttering as if he was holding back a cry. “It’s ok, Richie. It’s ok.” You felt his back rise as he took the last puff of his cigarette before he flicked it into a puddle of rain.

Silently, you waited for him to speak as you held him and tried to comfort him from whatever he heard from the phone call. “Fuck.” His raspy voice cut through the silence as he leaned back into your embrace, his hand came up to gently hold your arm. He gave a chuckle and looked up at you, his curly black hair falling awkwardly from his head being tilt back. Your eyes scanned over his face, his eyes were red, a sad but reassuring smile was on his face, the dreary weather made the freckles that littered across his nose become more prominent. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against his lips, your hands crossed over his chest, “Whatever it is, we will get through it.” Your words are quiet, his eyes staring into yours. He looked as if he was about to tell you what the phone call was about.

Before you could cut him off, he spoke. “It’s back.” You froze, the sense of fear filled your body and your head spun. That was the last thing you wanted to hear before you told him you were pregnant. Your arms dropped to your sides and you looked out into the small yard, your eyes filled with tears before you glanced down at the faded scar on your hand. The pact. You had to go back to Derry.

“Who called?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you pulled the sweater closer around you, then your grasped the railing in front of you. You heard Richie sigh as he stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist, just above you growing bump. “Mike… I just called Eddie… I think it may have been easier for him to hear it through me that…” Richie’s voice broke before he shook it off, you knew it was his way of trying to be strong for the both of you, “that fucking clown is back and it’s seventeen years early.”

You glanced down and bit your lip, “When do we leave?” His arms tightened around you, you felt his head move from where it was, to now placing a kiss on your shoulder, “you’re staying.” You turn with wide eyes, “like hell I am! Have you lost your fucking mind Richie? I’m going.” Richie leaned forward and pulled you to him, “No, you’re not.”

Before you could argue, he grasped your cheeks and pulled you forward into a loving kiss, “I didn’t want you involved in the FIRST place and now, with us actually being together? Married? There is no way in hell you are EVER going back to Derry.” You could tell he held back something, his eyes were hard as he glared at the concrete between your bodies before he shifted his gaze back to your eyes.

You poked his chest, “if you go, I go.” Before he could argue, you spoke up, “and you’re fucking going because our friends need us. Those kids in Derry, need us. And I need you to come home, alive. So no, we are going.”

His jaw clenched and unclenched, his facial expression held onto its stubborn expression, then he nodded, “fine, we’ll go.” His eyes moved from yours to the backyard, his eyes looked everywhere but at you. His jaw was still tense and his mouth was tightly closed, he was trying figure out his words carefully, “we go, we do what we can, but we aren’t getting involved.”


“Because I am not letting that clown ever get his hands on you ever again or our child.” Your heart stopped at that, his eyes finally came back to yours, “I saw the sonogram in your table while I was looking for the spare car key. I’m sorry, I was going to allow you to tell me, you know, act surprised and happy like I was when I saw the sonogram.” An amused smile broke on his lips as he tried to lighten the mood from the argument, “I can’t… you know, it’s really hard to try and fake being scared like I was at first, I got that out of my system after a few minutes,” he chuckled softly. He quickly regained his seriousness, “but we will not get involved, Y/N. I’m serious, I’ll drag your pregnant ass back so fucking fast-“

You pulled him down into a kiss and stopped his rambling, “I can’t believe you already knew.” You whispered, slightly upset that he found out before you could tell him, you were almost more upset about that than It returning so soon. “Listen, babe, I’m sorry. I really am and when we get back, we can do something special to celebrate. Hell, as long as mom’s not drunk, we can go tell her and dad. Whatever you want to celebrate this baby. But I’m fucking serious, we do not going into those fucking sewers. I mean it.” You knew there was no more fighting it, you gave a nod, any help was better than none. Richie wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your forehead, “I love you and I know I love this baby, I don’t want to loose either of you. So, let’s go pack our stuff… ok?” You gave a nod as you pulled away, his hands reached forward and placed a gentle hand over your abdomen, “I’ll protect the both of you.”