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To celebrate that this blog reached 700 followers (!) I made this drawing from one of my favorite moments in canon in The Devil’s Foot story.

Thanks a lot to the lovely people that likes and reblogs the stuff I post. It’s been a really nice experience knowing so many amazing, funny, talented, and clever people, a big hug for you all and thanks again :)

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anonymous said: GIRL!!! imma need you to write something about jungkook teasing a girl with a popsickle and making her suck it (bc idk he might have seen her w one a few moments before) then getting it off of her mouth and slowly making her get down on her knees and put the popsickle right new to his crotch AND U KNOW WHAT TO WRITE AFTER THAT!!! PEACE!!! Keep this message even if you wont use this idea it okeeee (i just pictured taehyung doing it im so gone bye!!!!!!!

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Talks Machina - Live from WonderCon Highlights
  • Denise message: “One push of a button and this all comes crashing down.”
  • “I am your host for this afternoon, Affordable Chris Hardwick.”
  • Sam sings Britney Spears on command.
  • Asked what they were most surprised by: Matt talks about how surprised he was at the positivity in the community, Laura was surprised at all the sexy-time art, Sam was surprised that three fan babies (thus far) have been named after Liam and wants to emphasize that Sam is a great name as well, Liam was surprised at the number of new D&D games people have started playing.
  • Matt emphasizes the importance of the back-and-forth inherent in the online platform, so that it’s not just one-sided content production, because that’s what they wanted to avoid when agreeing to do the show.
  • Travis: “Once we got used to the random-ass cameras in the room, we just kept doing our thing.”
  • Sam: “But we always did blame Keyleth, even in the home game. Kept that consistent.”
  • Laura on the show: “It’s getting to hang out with our family every single week.”
  • Laura gets pre-show jitters every time before the show. Matt: “Don’t even talk about pre-show jitters to me, guys.” He’s generally freaking out for a full hour before each game.
  • “Some people walk out to the ring with hardcore metal music. We just yell profanities at our DM before starting.”
  • Liam is distracted mid-answer when Sam and Laura start messing with his hair.
  • Liam: “We’re not faking it, we weren’t cast. These are the closest people in my life, and they helped me work through some shit on stage, and it’s one of the greatest gifts in my life.”
  • Liam: “We are role models.” Laura: “We’re the worst.” Travis: “We’re Seal Team 6, shut up.”
  • Matt re: hellish contract-signing: “I absolutely love everything you do that is a poor choice. It fills me with such joy and inspiration.”
  • Travis: “We don’t plan on doing anything good.” Brian: “Or anything well.”
  • Sam talks about how scary and exciting it was to start playing a new character after everyone had been playing these characters for five years.
  • Everyone has some trouble with the WonderCon “some of your audience may be under 18 so be careful with your language” policy. Brian: “…I said the F-word in the introduction.”
  • Brian: “In the nearly 100 episodes of this show, there have been many, many guest stars, but would you say this one was… the first Noelle?”
  • Matt re: Rothfuss. “Yeah, the guy can write. He should write a book. Maybe a third book.”
  • Marisha: “[Keyleth]’s always gonna put her foot in her mouth at least once a week.” Travis: “And get arrested at least once a year?” Marisha: “…Yeah.”
  • Taliesin: “Percy will never stop pretending he doesn’t have anger issues.”
  • Liam: “Vax will probably always jump in front of trains to protect his family.”
  • Laura: “Vex will probably always hold grudges, and she’ll always wanna get naked in random situations. And she’ll always love Trinket.”
  • Marisha and Taliesin both don’t want to multiclass and are aiming to get to level 20. Sam? “I mean, I just asked Matt what multiclass meant.”
  • Matt wants someone to draw VM sitting in the City of Dis saying “This is fine.”
  • Matt on Vex failing persuasion checks: “Roll higher.”
  • The entire cast desperately wants Lin-Manuel Miranda to guest on the game now that he’s played some D&D.
  • The attack on Emon was one of Matt’s favorite moments as a DM.
  • Dream guests: Stephen Colbert, Lin-Manuel Miranda. Sam: “It would be nice to have the entire cast of Cats.” The Stranger Things kids. Dame Judy Dench, now that she knows how to play.
  • Laura and Sam get into a Trinket vs. Doty debate.
  • Marisha on Matt: “Every time he gets a new Dwarven Forge set, he plays house.” “It’s practicing.”
  • Sam has actually sat down to write a little bit of Taryon’s book.
  • Matt discusses the finer points of litigation in the Nine Hells.
  • Matt and Sam are meeting this week to figure out what Scanlan’s been doing while all everything has been happening.
The Wonderful World of Wizarding Idioms

“Don’t count your owls before they are delivered,” said Dumbledore gravely.

“Hold yer Hippogriffs, I haven’ finished me story yet!” said Hagrid indignantly.

“Instead you get to arrest me,” said Dumbledore, smiling. “It’s like losing a Knut and finding a Galleon, isn’t it?”

“Merlin’s beard!”

“The fire’s lit, but the cauldron’s empty,” as Ivor Dillonsby put it to me…

“Wasn’ room ter swing a Kneazle,” said Hagrid.

“How dare you!” said Ron, in mock outrage. “We’ve been working like house-elves here!”

“I’m only yanking your wand, I’m Fred really–”

“Time is Galleons, little brother,” said Fred.

“Well, it’s no good crying over spilt potion, I suppose…”

"Some son of a Bludger’s gone and nicked all mine!”

“[Invisibility cloaks] aren’t exactly ten a Knut, you know,”

“[Mundungus] left to see someone about a batch of cauldrons that fell off the back of a broom!”

“…but the cat’s among the pixies now.”

“But old Dodgy Doge can get off his high hippogriff.”

“Gallopin’ Gorgons, that reminds me,”

“Galloping gargoyles!”

“Gulping gargoyles!”

“How in the name of Merlin’s pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?”

“I wouldn’t come near you with a ten-foot broomstick,” said Harry furiously.

“Oh hurry up,” Ron moaned, beside Harry, “I could eat a hippogriff.”

“Oh, Aberforth is just the tip of the dung heap,” laughs Skeeter.

"What in the name of Merlin are you doing?”

“No! So why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left –”

“Poisonous toadstools don’t change their spots,” said Ron sagely.

“Caterwauling Charm’s set off, they’ll be onto you like bowtruckles on doxy eggs.”

“There’s going to be hell to pay anyway, we might as well be hanged for a dragon as an egg.”

“And what in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y-fronts was that about?”


Prompt: “You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking you the f**k down” from @nerds-are-cool.
Word Count: 1,300
Warning(s): Minor swearing.

⇢  A Sirius Black x Reader work set in the Marauders’ Era.

“Is the book available yet?”

Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean?”

You sighed, a slight frown on your face. “Yes. My Herbology essay is due in less than a week now.”

The aged Hogwarts librarian narrowed her eyes at you. She showed absolutely no sign of caring. “The only copy I have hasn’t been returned, I’m afraid.”

“May I know who still has it?” you questioned, frustrated.

For the past two weeks, you have been probing the library, scrounging for the book–or even something similar to it–to no avail. Now, whoever had it was at least two weeks overdue and the book was still not in your clutches.

In response, Madam Pince pulled out a thick file. “Magical Water Plants, Magical Water Plants,” she murmured as she flicked through the pages. “Here. Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean by Hadrian Whittle. Checked out by a Sirius Black about four weeks ago.”

Your cursed under your breath. The answer was so obvious, you shouldn’t have been surprised. “Sirius Black,” you muttered, internally groaning. “Why him?”

Madam Pince, however, was paying you no mind. She mumbled endless incantations, vowing to maim Black to the very extent it would be allowed. You attempted to suppress a shiver at her uncensored words; Irma Pince took her books very seriously.

You shook your head, plastering a smile on your face. Within seconds, you smoothed down your robes and gathered the few textbooks you checked out. “Thank you so much, Madam Pince. I appreciate all your help!”

Without waiting for the librarian’s reply, you scurried out of the library, heading toward the Gryffindor Tower. As you approach the Fat Lady’s portrait, you saw a pair of boys pass by, the portrait swinging open.

“Remus! Peter!” you called, following them into the Gryffindor common room. They looked at you, then glanced back at each other with curious expressions. “You guys are friends with Sirius, correct?”

“Sadly, yes.” You shot Remus a glare as a playful grin spread across his face.

“Anyway,” you said pointedly, “do you mind telling me which dormitory is his? I need to talk to him.”

“We were just about to head up.” Peter nodded toward the stairs. “You can tag along.”

Remus gestured at the pile of textbooks in your hands. “Planning a study date, are you?”

You scoffed at the audacity of his idea. “Oh, please. You and I both know that studying with a jelly slug would be more beneficial.”

Remus laughed in response and you followed them both into the boys’ dormitories. Out of all the guys in Black’s little group, you found Remus Lupin to be the most bearable.

As you approached Sirius’ dormitory, you crinkled your nose, waiting for an unpleasant odor to hit you by surprise. To your luck, however, all seemed normal. But right as you placed a hand on the doorknob, it swung inward, leaving you to grasp nothing but air.

A permanently disheveled-looking James Potter came out of the room. His eyes glazed over you once he saw Remus and Peter.

“Wormtail,” James greeted, a jaunty grin on his face, “Moony. There you guys are!” His eyes fell on you. He looked you up and down, taking in the impatient tapping of your foot and the cautious tilt of your head. “And there’s a girl…”

“Y/N,” Remus coughed.

“Y/N!” James repeated, as if he knew your name all along, then paused. His eyebrows furrowed slightly before his eyes widened. “As in Y/N Y/L/N?”

You nodded. James smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. Nothing good could possibly come out of that smile. “That’s me.”

James hummed. “Sirius’ Y/N, huh?”

“Excuse me? I’m no one’s anything.”

Behind you, you saw Remus shake his head as Peter grinned along.

“Of course you’re not,” Peter agreed, before focusing on James. “But did you know she’s here to see Padfoot?”

“Y/N is here to see Padfoot?” James all but hooted. He poked his head back in the dormitory. “Pads–you hear that? Your lady friend wants to see you.”

“Get stuffed, Potter,” you grumbled, attempting to hit him on the head with a copy of Encyclopedia of Toadstools. “And Sirius and I are hardly friends.”

The three boys looked at each other before exchanging nods and turning back to you. You knew nothing good could come out of those smiles on their faces.

“Well, Sirius is in the room if you need him,” said James. “We’ve got to go, but if you’re looking to form a harem, just yell and I’ll–”

Remus elbowed him in the side, shutting him up. “Don’t listen to him, Y/N, he’s an idiot.” James rubbed his side, sending Remus a crooked grin. “We’ll just be going now.”

You nodded, your lips pursed in confusion. You didn’t press for any questions, however, figuring you would only be left more perplexed. Spinning around, you entered the Marauders’ dormitory, looking for Sirius.

Soon enough, you found him on his bed, twirling his wand around his fingers as a Confronting the Faceless textbook was propped in front of him. You’ve never seen him look this relaxed.

You cleared your throat and dropped the stack of books at the foot of his bed. As his eyes met yours, he stopped playing with his wand and you folded your arms.

“Sirius Black,” you started, ready to scold him for not returning Magical Water Plants. “Are you aware of how long I’ve been waiting to get my hands on the only copy we have of Hadrian Whittle’s work?”

Sirius kicked his feet back and crossed his arms, mimicking your expression. “No. But I have the feeling you’re about to tell me.”

“I’ve been waiting for over two weeks.” You glared at him for mocking you. “And do you know how many weeks the book you checked out is overdue?”

“I don’t know, actually–”

“Two weeks!”

He didn’t bothering trying to keep the amused expression off his face. His grin, of course, only made you angrier.

“Don’t you dare laugh,” you threatened. “I’m already failing Herbology–only Merlin knows how I managed to moved onto the N.E.W.T. levels–and now the final essay is due in two days and I haven’t even started.”

Sirius quirked an eyebrow at you, sighing as he finally stood his arse off the bed. “Let me get this straight. You tracked me down just to yell at me?”

“I tracked you down to get the bloody book!” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “And I would very much appreciate you handing it over right about now.”

Shrugging, he walked over to the side of his bed, digging around to find the book. When he handed it over to you, you noticed a water stain and a torn cover. When Sirius saw your disdainful look, he sent you an innocent grin. “It was like that when I got it.”

Rolling your eyes, you gathered up all your textbooks and headed out of his dormitory. “Right. Well, thank you for finally returning it,” you called behind your back, trying not to sound sarcastic.

Before you made it to the door, however, you felt a hand grasp your forearm. “If you’re going to use that book to write Sprout’s essay, don’t bother. It’s absolutely useless.”

“What do you suppose I do then?” You whirled around to look at him.

Sirius took the books from your arms, carrying them for you despite your sounds of protest. “As common knowledge shows, you are shitty at Herbology whilst I am not.” 


“By yourself–and with this banal collection of textbooks–you would barely pass the essay.” He cocked his head to the side when you opened your mouth. However, you knew you couldn’t argue with that. “But with my help, I guarantee you’ll get an A.”

You scoffed. You wished that Sirius weren’t right, but his top grades, and your below average ones, proved otherwise. “You want to help me write an essay on some plants?”

“I’m all for helping a damsel in distress.” He paused, walking you out of the Gryffindor common room. “Just one small thing.”

“I should’ve known there was a catch.”

Sirius ignored your comment. “In exchange, you have to go on a date with me this Saturday.”

Once you reached the bottom of the tower, you took your textbooks from his hands. Did Sirius genuinely want to go on a date with you? You tried not to take it too close to heart, but it wasn’t everyday one of the most pined after guys of your year asked you out.

Still, you were skeptical.

“If we get an A on my Herbology essay, then maybe you’ll get that date.”

“We better start researching, then.” He ran his fingers through his hair, his hand momentarily covering his face. When Sirius turned to look back at you, you could have sworn you saw traces of red on his cheeks.

And that alone was enough incentive for you to want to get a good mark.

What even was this? I don’t know. Sucky, I’d say.

As of now, I’m sick of all this loveydovey crap. So my next imagine will either have infidelity…or death. Whichever I’m in the mood for.

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Note: These are not in any order, the reasons are all random, also there will be spoilers and cursing.

1. LITTLE NICO IS SO CUTE. He protects his sister, “Don’t talk to my sister that way!” Plus he’s super nerdy and obsessed with mythomagic and pirates, HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE HIM?!

2. “You said you would protect her” Do really need to explain?

3. He’s so fucking powerful, but doesn’t use his powers for bad, or to show off (unlike some other demigods I know).


5. He discovered Camp Jupiter before anyone else.

6. He pretends not to know Percy, which must have been extremely hard for him to do, just to make sure that he doesn’t accidentally mess up the quest.


8. His grammar is AMAZING.

9. He is so freaking polite.



11. According to the old myths, Ares, an immortal god at his full strength could barely survive being in the Bronze jar. NICO SURVIVED AT AGE 14 AFTER BEING TO FUCKING TARTARUS.

12. On top of everything, he had MORE PAIN ABOUT HIS FEELINGS FOR PERCY.

13. He’s gay, and it made me SO happy to FINALLY see an LGBTQ+ character in a kids book.



16. Reynico and Jasico BROTP


18. He is sane enough to continue to live, talk, and be pretty okay.

19. “I have a doctor’s note”

20. He has an awesome “Son of Hades” look


22. Nico is an amazing name. So is di Angelo. It translates to Nico from the Angels, I think. Edit: Okay so apparently, according to the helpful @the-forgotten-traveller his name translates to Victory of the Angels or the Angel of Death, depending on where his first name was rooted from. (correct me if I’m wrong).

23. “With great power, comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later”

24. He tries to comfort Reyna and defends her by killing that demigod roman asshole.

25. I’m pretty sure Will Solace had a crush on him.

26. “I’m a son of Hades, Jason. I might as well be covered in blood or sewage, the way people treat me.”


27. He speaks Italian.

28. He’s defends all of his sisters, Bianca, Hazel, and Reyna.

29. He’s sarcastic.

30. This line: “Not a word about the shirt. Not one word.”

31. He’s probably the most attractive 80-something year old ever.


33. He listens to Techno Pop music.

34. He’s awesome at sword fighting.

35. He’s a classic “Looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll”

36. He was the only one to talk to Hesita and Bob.

37. Nico talking to Bob was the only reason Bob helped Percy and Annabeth in Tartarus, and therefore Nico indirectly saved the entire world.

38. He’s the ghost king.

39. “Don’t call me Death Boy!”

40. “Significant annoyance, in your case.”

41. He’s can shadow travel.

42. He helped Apollo in ToA, even though the gods have been nothing but mean to him.

43. Fuck that. Not only did he help Apollo, he HELPED ALL THE GODS.

44. Hades is pretty cool.

45. Nico is so relatable.

46. He’s such an inspiration, I mean, he’s been though so much pain, and is still a hero.

47. He’s stronger than everyone else, because not only does he have to do normal DEMIGOD stuff, he also has SO MUCH PAIN.

48. He’s not stupid, quite the contrary actually. He’s extremely intelligent, AND he stopped going to school at age 10. Let me repeat that, HE STOPPED GOING TO SCHOOL AT AGE TEN. AND THE SCHOOL HE WENT TO WAS FROM THE 1930S.


50. He’s fucking Nico di Angelo.

“love" by jack zimmermann || a zimbits fic || 3.3k

“Come in.” Bitty thanks the lord for the legitimate reprieve from the essay he’s been painfully forcing himself through all afternoon.

Jack enters, looking happier than normal. Bitty sees why immediately, and the smile that came onto his face when he saw Jack slips right back into a frown. Jack’s holding another memory card.

“I’m got some new footage,” Jack says in confirmation of Bitty’s fears.

“Jack, you’ve got to stop giving me new material.”

Jack’s smile drops at Bitty’s harsh tone, and his eyebrows draw together in a way that would be adorable if not for the circumstance and the fact Bitty is the one to make them that way. “Why?”

“Coz, honey, it’s not gonna help.” Bitty’s too exhausted to bother being embarrassed that the endearment slipped out.

Jack opens his mouth lamely. He looks down at the memory card in his hand then back to Bitty with sad eyes.

“Sit down.” Bitty gestures to his bed, thankful that he made it earlier while procrastinating. He rubs his sore eyes as Jack perches on the bed, then sighs out.

“Your assessment is to create a two-minute video based on love, yes?”

Jack nods. Bitty rubs at his eyes again, thinking of how to be honest without being hurtful.

“You’re an amazing photographer, and it comes across.” Jack picks his head up, looking hopefully at Bitty. It breaks his heart to have to continue. “But there’s no story here. There’s no love. I mean, unless your story is that you really love your camera. I can’t… I’m sorry, I can’t help you make anything out of this.”

Bitty tries to make his voice gentle. Jack turns his head away from Bitty anyway, but not quick enough that Bitty can’t see the hurt.

Bitty’s happily been helping Jack with his AV assessment after Jack asked. He gets to spend time with Jack doing something that Jack loves. But now he owes it as a friend to tell Jack the truth, even if it makes them both sad.

“Sorry, Bits,” Jack mumbles, still not looking at him.

“It’s alright.” Bitty already feels a little guilty for springing it on Jack with no warning. He crosses his arms, then realises that may come across as defensive if Jack ever looks back at him, so rests them back on his knees. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, I just want you to do well.”

Jack gives a brisk nod, but still avoids looking back at Bitty.

Bitty’s not sure what else he can do for Jack, so he simply waits.

Jack clears his throat after a moment and stands up. He looks at the memory card before putting it into a pocket.

“Thanks anyway. Sorry for interrupting your essay.”

“It’s alright,” Bitty repeats, but Jack’s already out the door.

Bitty slumps into his seat and stares at his closed door. He really didn’t mean to hurt Jack, but he didn’t think what he said would be that much of a shock either. Jack’s not ignorant to emotion, no-matter what the news articles sometimes say about him.

He swings his chair back round to stare at his essay, starting up on it again as a distraction.

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  • Person A: *into a radio to speak to Person B about a stakeout they're doing for a murder* Hey, Person B, how are we doin'?
  • Person B: Ready, willing, and able. Just like your sister.
  • Person A: My sister wouldn't touch you with a six-foot pole. And neither would Stanislowski.
  • Person B: Who the fuck is Stanislowski?
  • Person A: A six-foot pole.
Stuck Together | Richie Tozier X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Request: I would love it if you did a Richie tozier x reader, please!! It would be great if it was the kind of scenario in which they’re stuck together and they think they despise each other but really they both like each other and over time they realize the little things that the other person does drives the other one crazy with love- the whole losers club supports it too!!!

Characters: Richie/fem!reader, Beverly, Bill, Ben, Mike, Stan and Eddie.

Word Count: 2828 words.

Beverly had had enough of that, the fights, the insults. It wasn’t news to her that Richie Tozier and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) didn’t get along, she knew that even before joining the Losers Club, but only when she started to hang out with them did she see how one’s presence affected the other.

Every time (Y/N) was around, Richie would get louder, trash talking more than usual, trying to annoy (Y/N). The (Y/N) girl didn’t take more than a few minutes to start talking back to him, clearly irritated. The effects on Richie wouldn’t end when she left the place, he’d continue to trash talk her for the next few hours after that.

Bev once asked him why (Y/N) bothered him so much, to which he replied “she’s so fucking annoying”. Well, Beverly wasn’t sure about that, every time she looked at (Y/N)’s friends, they seemed to be having fun around her. She was always smiling, just stopping when Richie was around.

Trying to see if what he had said was true, Bev approached the other girl one day. (Y/N) looked a little wary at first, since she had seen Bev with Richie, but she was kind to the Marsh girl anyway.

And it didn’t surprise her when she saw that (Y/N) was actually nice and funny. What surprised her was that (Y/N) acted a lot like Richie sometimes. How did they end up hating each other instead of becoming best friends? Bev had no idea.

When she asked (Y/N) why she hated Richie, the girl shrugged, saying that he was always rude to her, that they couldn’t stand being in the same room as the other for more than five minutes without one of them leaving, usually mad at each other.

When (Y/N) said that last part, an idea started to appear in Beverly’s mind. Well, it was true that they couldn’t stand to stay for more than five minutes with each other, but what if they couldn’t leave, what would happen next? They would probably still trash talking, but what would happen when they ran out of insults? They would finally start talking to each other, seeing how well they would get along if they wanted to? There was only one way to know it, she had to put it to the test.

In just a few days being friends with her, (Y/N) already trusted Beverly, going to an address that the Marsh girl had given her so they could hang out with her friends. (Y/N) was excitedly on her way there. She loved making new friends, and if they were as cool as Beverly, she would adore them, too.

The (Y/L/N) girl didn’t take long to find the house she was supposed to go to, knocking on the door and being quickly greeted by a smiling Bev.

“You came!” she exclaimed, moving aside to make room for her to enter.

“Did you think I wouldn’t come?” (Y/N) came in, analyzing the inside of the house as she entered.

“I wasn’t sure.” Bev closed the door, motioning for the stairs. “They’re upstairs.”

(Y/N) nodded, walking up the stairs. “Whose house is this?”

“Bill Denbrough’s.” Bev was right behind her. “There.” she pointed to a room.

“Stuttering Bill? Nice.”

So Bev was taking her to hang out with the Losers Club. They seemed to be nice kids; (Y/N) had some classes with Eddie Kaspbrak and she had borrowed a band-aid from him once. Well, that was the only interaction she had with the rest of the group that wasn’t Beverly or Richie.

Richie. For a moment it crossed her mind if he would be there, but she brushed it off quickly. Beverly wouldn’t take her there if she knew he was coming, right?

(Y/N) only realized that she was wrong when she took the first step into the room. There was no one in the room except Richie, who was sitting on Bill’s bed, reading a comic book. The girl was about to leave to go home and probably never look in Beverly’s face again, but Bev was faster, pushing (Y/N) into the room.

Richie lifted his gaze to her, narrowing his eyes, before Bev closed the door quickly. “The fuck are you doing here?”

(Y/N) just crossed her arms. “I was invited.”

“Why would anyone invite you to anything?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, turning around to try to open the door, and, just as she expected, it was locked. No matter how hard she pulled the doorknob, she was stuck there with Richie Tozier.

She heard him laughing at her, making her turn back to him with a raised eyebrow. “What are you laughing at, dumbass?”

“You can’t even open a fucking door.”

“You can’t open a door when it’s locked.”

The boy left the comic book on the bed, a cocky grin on his face as he walked toward the door. “Watch and learn.”

(Y/N) watched him and the only thing she learned was that he was more stupid than she thought, a smile appeared on her face as he started to pull the knob, trying to open the door. After a few attempts, seeing that it was really locked, he started to thrust his fists against the door.

“Beverly, open the door!” he shouted.

“No can do, Richie.” she replied calmly from the other side.

“Does Bill know you’re doing this?”

“We all know.” Eddie’s voice sounded, making Richie stop trying to get out, looking shocked.

“Are you all there?!”

“You need to sort things out.” Ben said.

Mike could also be heard. “Yeah, this is getting annoying.”

Richie stared in shock at the door for a few more seconds before returning to Bill’s bed, angry. “I quit this group! Now you can change it’s fucking name to Traitors’ Club!”

“Just t-tuh-talk t-to her.” Stuttering Bill’s voice was heard.

“I won’t talk to her!”

“You can’t stop talking, you’re going to have to talk to her some time.” they heard Stan Uris say.

“Guess what? I won’t! "Richie replied, lying down on the bed and trying to go back to read his comic book.

(Y/N) looked around before sighing, sitting in front of the door, leaning there.

Incredibly, Richie didn’t talk to her for half an hour, seeming to be amused enough at what he was reading to let (Y/N)’s presence bother him. The girl, on the other hand, who had nothing to do, kept mumbling and cursing Richie’s friends, who were behind the door, trying to hear if something was going on there.

(Y/N) grunted, turning her gaze to Richie, who seemed focused on what he was doing. "Hey, shitmouth.”

Richie shook his head. “It’s Trashmouth.”

“Whatever, shithead.” she couldn’t see, but the boy rolled his eyes. “Do you have any more of those books with you?”

Richie lifted his head, a frown on his face. “Do you like comic books?”

(Y/N) nodded, shrugging. “Yeah, do you have another one for me to read?”

He gave her a weird look before reaching under the bed for something. He then pulled out a box full of comics, pushing lightly toward her.

“Choose something,” he said before going back to read.

(Y/N) crawled across the floor until she reached the box, looking at the things inside. She didn’t realize that Richie’s eyes were on her as she studied the books; he was curious to see which one she would choose. To his surprise, she took one of his favorites, seeing her smile before lying down beside the box.

“Good choice.” Richie murmured, returning to read.

A few more minutes went by in silence, with them reading peacefully, until Richie startet to tap his foot on the floor. That didn’t seem to bother his reading, but (Y/N), who was known for not being able to concentrate easily, couldn’t read a page after he’d started doing it.

“Can you stop doing that?” she asked in a rude tone and he stopped.

(Y/N) was surprised and pleased with that, going back to reading the comic book… For just five more minutes because Richie started to tap his foot again. The girl looked at him with her “are you fucking serious?” face.

He had a small smirk on his face, and for a moment, (Y/N) found herself staring at his messy hair and thinking how cute he looked with that smirk on his lips. (Y/N) frowned at herself before giving up reading, grunting and letting the book fall on her face.

Richie finally finished his comic book after a few more minutes, closing it and taking a glance at (Y/N) to see if the tapping was still annoying her. And then he saw that she was no longer reading and that the comic was actually covering her face as she rested. He thought for a moment that she was asleep, but then he noticed that her finger was tapping on the floor beside her.

The boy didn’t remember ever seeing her as relaxed as she was at that moment, she never seemed relaxed when she was around him, probably because she was always angry at something he had said to her.

For a moment, there was something about how relaxed she was, with his favorite book on her face and her finger-tapping at the same rhythm he was tapping with his foot, which made his heart beat slightly faster. Richie shook his head before sitting down, putting the book he was reading back into the box and choosing some other one to read.

(Y/N), noticing that the noise of his foot had stopped, pulled the comic out of her face, seeing Richie leaning slightly toward the box beside her, which made her, for some reason, feel her face heat up. Stop it, (Y/N), don’t be stupid.

Richie chose something that he seemed to like, returning to lie down on the bed. The girl continued to stare at him for a few seconds before her gaze went to the door. Those kids had locked the two of them there so they could sort their problems out and they must be dying of boredom since nothing was happening in the room. Her gaze returned to Richie.

“Hey.” she called him. Richie had never heard her voice so calm, he had never heard her say something that wasn’t accompanied by a sarcastic tone.

“Yeah, shitface?” he muttered back, not taking his eyes off his book.

“Why do you hate me?” well, that was enough to make him turn his eyes to her.

He was somewhat taken aback by that question. He had never expected her to ask him something like that.

Richie shrugged. “You’re annoying.” he said it because that was what he usually answered when someone asked that question to him, it used to sound like a truth to him, but to say that at that moment seemed like a lie.

(Y/N) nodded, muttering a low “Okay” before turning her head to look at the ceiling.

The next few seconds followed in silence, but Richie didn’t take his eyes off her. “Why do you hate me?”

She looked back at him. “First of all, I don’t hate you.” she shrugged, just like him. “You’re always taunting me, there’s no reason to be nice to you.”

Richie nodded this time and they continued to stare at each other for a few more moments. And then the boy broke eye contact as some thoughts started going through his mind, opening his comic book and turning his gaze to it so he could have those thoughts without having the feeling that (Y/N) knew exactly what was going on in his head.

The Tozier boy couldn’t remember why he’d taunted (Y/N) the first few times he’d done it, but he knew why he kept doing it and it had nothing to do with her being annoying. Every time Richie said something slightly offensive, it didn’t even have to be about her, (Y/N) would get mad at him and there was something he found adorable about how she wrinkled her nose and suddenly became sassy when she was mad. Richie loved it and he hated that she made him like something as simple as that.

He always said she was annoying, but deep down he knew how funny she was, he always heard people talking how nice (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was. And he hated that she made him want to be her friend, knowing that it would probably never happen. (Y/N) was pretty and kind and Richie simply hated the fact that he liked her and that she would never like a guy like him.

The thoughts in (Y/N)’s mind weren’t so different. She had sat down and opened the comic, but her mind was far from the story that book told.

She had never thought of Richie Tozier as anything but the guy who hated her, but when he asked her why she hated him, she could see for sure that he didn’t hate her. Not even a little. His eyes seemed distressed at the thought that she hated him and softened when she said she didn’t.

He was a funny guy and she knew it. Sometimes she had to suppress a laugh at the things he said when she was around, she had because she was already used to pretend to be angry with anything he said. There were few times that (Y/N) had been really offended by something he said.

He had a good taste for comic books and had a nice smirk and… Richie Tozier made her feel weird. Until an hour ago, she thought it was because of her dislike for him. But what if it wasn’t?

The two continued pretending to read the books in front of them, lost in their own minds, for a few more minutes. Richie was the first to wake from his thoughts, taking a deep breath before getting up from the bed. That drew (Y/N)’s attention back to reality, making her look at him, seeing him approach her.

The boy sat down next to her, putting his comic on the floor and pretending to read it again. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him. Was he trying to make amends with her? It was possible. “Are we friends now?” he looked up at her for a moment, a grin on his face, nodding. The girl gave a small smile to that before looking back at her own book.

A few more minutes went before Richie started to tap his finger on the floor, making the girl do the same after a few seconds. Their fingers were practically side by side, tapping at the same pace on the floor. That was enough proof to both that none of them were really paying attention to anything in that room other than each other.

But only when Richie’s hand brushed lightly against hers, it was when they looked at each other. Their fingers stopped tapping immediately as her eyes met his. The two continued in silence for a few more seconds before Richie blurted out “We should go out together on a date.”

The girl raised her eyebrows, not surprised by the sentence… Well, a little surprised by the sentence, but mostly because he’d asked her that. So, she wasn’t the only one feeling that.

(Y/N) nodded, a smile appearing on her face. “We could go to the arcade or something.”

Richie’s eyes brightened as he heard those words. “Fuck, we’re really alike.”

She laughed before she heard a few murmurs from the other side of the door that caught her attention. Were they about to get in? She didn’t know, but she felt she didn’t have much time left with Richie in there. (Y/N) turned to him, seeing that his eyes were still on her, before smiling and giving a quick kiss to the boy’s lips.

His eyes widened as he whispered “what the fuck,” looking shocked at her. Moments later, the murmur could be heard once more outside the room before the door opened, Bill Denbrough appearing and looking around his room to see if they had broken anything. He smiled slightly when he saw the two sitting next to each other peacefully.

“Did it wuh-work, then?” he asked, entering the room.

“Yeah, I think it did.” (Y/N) said, chuckling, before getting up, turning her head to Richie. “See you at the arcade tomorrow?” she was already walking toward the door to leave.

Richie got up, nodding and walking to the middle of the room, a smirk appearing on his face. (Y/N) winked at him before walking out the door, seeing that most of Richie’s friends - including Beverly - were looking at her with smiles on their faces, having heard the end of their conversation. Well, they wanted the two of them to sort things out between them, they did more than that.

The girl was already starting to walk down the stairs when she heard Richie’s voice shouting from the room. “Welcome to the Losers Club, shitface!”



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They stood in the center of the flat to take in the damage. Sherlock crossed his arms and kicked his foot at the remains of a book. John, holding Rosie, shifted her to his right and turned to Sherlock. The man was unusually quiet, and only uttered a few words when they entered the flat. The walls were black, the décor was scorched and ruined. Everything that they loved in that flat, everything that made 221B was gone. John jumped when Sherlock moved suddenly. He made his way over to the stand that used to hold his music sheets and set it upright. Sherlock turned to his favorite armchair and his brows furrowed. John watched carefully as his gaze went from his chair, to John’s favorite chair. What he didn’t expect to see was a tear roll down Sherlock’s cheek as he whispered, “It’s all gone now, John.”

John wanted to rush over and embrace him, as Sherlock did when he cried. Sherlock only said a few words, but each word was uttered with such pain that it broke John’s heart to see him so distraught.

“How long will it take to renovate?”

Sherlock wiped a tear away and exhaled. “Knowing Mycroft, he’ll have the top contractors in England come to fix the place up. Even then…everything is…everything is…it’s just gone, John. My chemistry set, my music, my chair. How can they replace that?”

John could only offer a smile at present even though he knew that it didn’t do much to lift his friend’s spirits.

“Don’t think of it as replacement, Sherlock. Think of it more as restoration.”

Sherlock’s eyes met John’s. “Restore, replace, what does it matter anymore? I don’t even have anywhere else to sleep until this flat is fixed.”

John’s mouth hung open. Of course, how could he forget? Where is Sherlock going to be staying during this? He can’t possibly sleep in his bedroom when the flat was in this condition. Did no one think to ask him, or did everybody assume that he knew what to do?

“You could stay with me,” John said without hesitation, “Er…you can stay with us. Rosie and I, until your flat is fixed.”

Sherlock’s lip quivered at John’s suggestion, and for a moment, John thought that he was going to cry again.

“John I…I couldn’t possibly…”

“Nonsense, Sherlock! I invited you after all.”

Sherlock tilted his head as he thought about the proposal. “Well, I suppose I could take the sofa.”

John’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Are you daft? The Great Sherlock Holmes, kip on the sofa? No, you can bunk with me…if you’d like that is.”

Sherlock froze much like the time when he was asked to be best man.

“John, are you asking me to…share a bed with you?”

Rosie let out a noise and John rubbed her back. “Yes…I…uh…it’s the only bed I got. Rosie’s got the other bedroom and the sofa is far from comfortable to sleep…”

Sherlock cut him off mid-sentence by whisking off towards his bedroom. “Just let me grab a few things and we’ll be off.”

John was left in the middle of the living room dumbfounded. He was going to be sharing a bed with Sherlock for who knows how long. The thought alone excited him.


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