your earlier conversation with ben made me want to make this

STAR WARS is really good for time travel fic, the urge to give the characters a chance to fix things, now that they have an idea of what went wrong or what to look out for, while still having to relive so many painful things, that balance of suffering and yet it’s worth it for the hope it offers, it’s exactly what the best fic is made of. I LOVE TIME TRAVEL FIC SO MUCH, so I’ve collected together a bunch of my favorites!
(Last Updated: 2017.04.19)

Shadows of the Future by stormqueen873, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast, 129.3k
   ObiWan lost the duel on Mustafar, but instead of dying, he finds himself on a ship leaving Tatooine, with his old Master and a familiar young boy. As events begin to unfold, can he stop the future he knows from occuring?
Lost Reflections by esama, obi-wan & ben, 30.k wip
   Obi-Wan didn’t become Qui-Gon Jinn’s apprentice, and Ben didn’t exile himself to Tatooine. On Bandomeer the two meet.
Threads of the Past by Magier74, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & xanatos, 37.8k
   Obi-Wan and Anakin make an unexpected detour returning home from a mission.
time to change the road you’re on by wreckageofstars, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cast, 24.3k wip
   The end of the Clone War is near - the fall of the Republic even nearer. Anakin Skywalker, caught up in the events that lead to the rise of the Empire and the loss of everything he holds dear, finds himself sent nearly two decades into the future.
Tano and Kenobi by FireflyFish, obi-wan & ahsoka & cast, 54.3k wip
   Master Skywalker always said “The Force works in mysterious ways” and Ahsoka Tano has to admit, getting thrown backwards in time by about forty years was very mysterious.
these are the good old days by QueenWithABeeThrone, han & obi-wan & anakin, 2.3k
   Han Solo, after being killed by his own son, wakes up as an eight-year-old on Corellia, then runs away from home. just his luck (or the Force) that his ride crashes on a world being squabbled over by the Republic and the Separatists. just his luck (or the Force) that he runs into Anakin Skywalker and Obi-wan Kenobi, too.
set this dance alight by QueenWithABeeThrone, obi-wan & ahsoka & han & cast, 3k wip
   “And don’t call me squirt.” “You’re shorter than I am,” Tano shoots back, “I get to call you anything I like.” or: Han Solo finds the Millennium Falcon a decade or so earlier than scheduled, and Obi-wan Kenobi finds himself adjusting to his new padawan while on the job.
White Rabbits by Butterfly, obi-wan/anakin & background anakin/padme & luke & leia & han & cast, NSFW, time travel, 102.5k wip
   Through the Force, everything is connected. Anakin and Obi-Wan find this out first-hand.
Futurus (-a -um) by cadesama, anakin/padme + obi-wan/anakin/padme + luke & leia & mon mathma & ahsoka, mildly nsfw, 53.2k wip
   Cracked hyperdrive? No problem. Just hold it together with the Force. Time travel? Well. That could be a bigger problem.
One Day More by CalaisKenobi, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & cast, 31.2k
   Obi-Wan is given the opportunity to make some changes in his past. With the help of some old friends, and the hindrance of some old enemies, the Galaxy will be forever changed.
Wake the Storm by bedlamsbard, obi-wan & anakin (pre-slash) & cast, 75.4k
   Considering that he had picked up what was probably a Sith artifact, promptly passed out in the middle of a war zone, and apparently woken up twenty years in the future with Obi-Wan having taken up residence in his head, Anakin thought he was entitled to have a few questions.
Old Man Luke by scarletjedi, obi-wan & anakin & luke & cast, 10.4k wip
   Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes. “Who are you?” He asked, hoping a direct question would yield answers. The old man seemed adept at side-stepping information when asked a bit more deftly. “I’ve never heard of a Master with your level of talent.”
Hello From the Other Side by DarthNickels, anakin & luke & han/leia & kylo ren & piett, body swap, time travel, 16.7k wip
   Kylo Ren is destined to take up the mantle of Vader. The Force can be incredibly literal.
I Found You by KeeperofSeeds, obi-wan & shmi, ~1k
   A pregnant Shmi makes it to the Jedi Temple and immediate seeks out and finds the boy who was (will be?) her son’s Master/brother/teacher/friend. The boy who became the man to sacrifice himself for her grandchildren. The One who shared her Visions.
went back and put up a fight by springsoldier (ladydaredevil), obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 2k
   She probably shouldn’t trust the wish-granting Sith artefact. (In which Ahsoka makes a brave attempt at hugging the Dark Side out of Anakin)
Tumblr Ramblings (Obi-Wan Time Travel/AU-jump) by gaealynn, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast,
   At the end of RotJ, Obi-Wan reaches out a hand to help Anakin cross over and instead – wakes up on Naboo.
Hollow by JennMel, qui-gon & obi-wan & anakin & others, 5.6k
   Obi-Wan has always had a secret. And Qui-Gon could not, must not, ever know. If he did, then they would never even make it to Tatooine, let alone deal with the rest to come. One perfect possible future, that’s all Obi-Wan needed to achieve…that’s all.
Conversations at the Intersections of Time by Sentimental Star, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, 5.2k wip
   What happens when a thirteen-year-old Anakin Skywalker and his twenty-nine-year-old Master get snatched back in time, only to come face to face with a fifteen-year-old Obi-Wan…and a very much alive Qui-Gon Jinn?
Tumbling Star Wars by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & padme, 4.9k
   Various Star Wars snippets. Some crossovers.
The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars by delicatefury, obi-wan & luke & leia & han & cast, time travel, ~4k
   Obi-Wan wakes up in the middle of a space battle. Or rather he doesn’t. Regardless, a dogfight is no place for an existential crisis.
TDPL Snippet - Leia and Obi-Wan by delicatefury, obi-wan & leia, 1.9k
   In honor of Carrie Fisher, here’s the first Leia POV scene I wrote for The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars.
TDPL snippet - The Padawan Discussion, round 2. by delicatefury, obi-wan & luke, 2.4k
   “I know… I know I made a big deal about being a Jedi like my Father,” Luke beings. “And I’m not taking it back,” he hastens to add. “I wanted to be a Jedi at first because he was. I guess I just wanted to know him in someway. But I didn’t wanna be a Jedi like my Father, y’know?
There’s Still Time to Change the Road You’re On by victoria_p (musesfool), anakin & luke & leia, 3.6k
   “Time travel? Are you kriffing kidding me?”
I’ll Be There For You by SinkingLikeASunset, obi-wan/anakin/padme (eventual) & qui-gon & clones & cast, 40.7k wip
   Just days after his fateful encounter with Anakin on Mustafar , Obi-Wan has resigned himself to a lonely existence on Tatooine. However, he has been granted a chance to go back and fix things. Obi-Wan must alter events and make changes as he struggles with memories of a dreadful future and deals with new developments this time around.
untitled by cadesama part 1 / 2 / 3, obi-wan & anakin & leia & rey & padme & finn & poe & cast, 2.7k wip
   A decade ago, Leia would have considered this a headache. Perhaps a nightmare. Now, she was mostly bemused.
of deserts and droids by songstress, rey & anakin, 3.9k
   Rey accidentally time-travels, and realizes that Jedi are even more weird than she had ever imagined.
Tumbling Star Wars by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & padme, 4.9k
   Various Star Wars snippets. Some crossovers.
One Day More by CalaisKenobi, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & cast, 31.2k
   Obi-Wan is given the opportunity to make some changes in his past. With the help of some old friends, and the hindrance of some old enemies, the Galaxy will be forever changed.
Conversations at the Intersections of Time by Sentimental Star, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, 5.2k wip
   What happens when a thirteen-year-old Anakin Skywalker and his twenty-nine-year-old Master get snatched back in time, only to come face to face with a fifteen-year-old Obi-Wan…and a very much alive Qui-Gon Jinn?
Tumbling Star Wars by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, 11.2k
   Various Star Wars snippets. Some crossovers.
The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars by A_Delicate_Fury, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & luke & leia & cody & cast, time travel, 4.3k wip
   After a disaster on the cosmic scale that Obi-Wan is still trying to wrap his mind around, he finds himself back in the early days of the Clone Wars, Commander Cody loyally at his side, Anakin at his back, and Sidious plotting against the Jedi at every turn. He’s been given an unasked for chance to do everything over again. And with the Force as his ally, he intends to set the galaxy on a brighter path than its current trajectory.
The Reality of Change by midnight_vision, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka & cast, time travel, 66k wip
   Padmé dies on Mustafar and wakes up in the past, about a year before everything falls apart. She’s determined to make sure none of it happens again, and with some help, she tries to expose Palpatine for what he really is. But even if Anakin and the Republic can be saved, that doesn’t mean the outcome will be something any of them want.
From a Certain Point of View pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4, obi-wan & anakin & padme & ahsoka & sidious & cast, 7.5k
Tumblr Ramblings (Obi-Wan Time Travel/AU-jump) by gaealynn, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast,
   At the end of RotJ, Obi-Wan reaches out a hand to help Anakin cross over and instead – wakes up on Naboo.
The Fires by Driverpicksthemooseic (Ratkinzluver33), obi-wan/anakin & hinted obi-wan/anakin/padme, 4.2k
   He wakes quickly and without thought, breaking through the barrier of unconsciousness to find himself face down on the floor of a starfighter. (OR, Groundhog Day. ROTS, Battle of Mustafar, Full-On Groundhog Day. Yes, I am a masochist, thank you for asking.)
Where Have We Come? by soaring_heart, obi-wan & anakin, 1.9k
   The first time was one of the hardest and the easiest. Obi-Wan loses at Mustafar, but instead of dying he wakes up at the dawn of the last day of the republic, doomed to repeat the worst day of his life, over and over again.
All Over Again by tricksterity, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon & shmi & cast, time travel, 27.7k wip
   Obi-Wan Kenobi is sixteen years old when he collapses in the training salle to the shock of his master, Qui-Gon Jinn. When he wakes up two days later after multiple seizures and flatlining once, he remembers the Clone Wars, remembers Mustafar, remembers being cut in half by the man he loved more than anything in the universe, and he remembers Luke and Leia.
Soldier, Poet, King by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon & mace & dooku & palpatine & cast, sith!obi-wan, NSFW, 95.4k wip
   Second chances are very rarely given, but the Force smiles upon two of its favorite children and returns them to a time before their actions have met their consequences. Anakin Skywalker, also known as Darth Vader, seeks redemption while Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, disillusioned with the Jedi Order and its Code, falls to the Darkness.

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A cat person - Sirius Black x Reader

Request: DAMN I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS! Can I request a Sirius x reader where he finds her as animagus (cat) and become super close and always tries to take her to his room and class and everywhere but like.. she can’t and one day decides to tell him?❤️❤️ 

Yayyy!
Warnings: Um, I don’t really know. My English, not that great?
Image and Gif aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners.
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You had finally achieved the transformation.

You had tried for months, followed every step. Of course, nobody knew. You, however,  had guessed that McGonagall was an exception.
You had to keep a leaf of a Mandrake in your mouth for an entire month and you could honestly say that it sucked. You weren’t able to speak or eat properly and even the last person that you talked to was worried that something was wrong. Lily had even insisted for you to visit Madam Pomfrey. But you managed to escape that. She would know instantly.
Another bummer was that you couldn’t choose your animagus form. If you could, you would very much like to be a lion or a tiger or even a cat. You knew that your form would represent your personality and you liked to think that you, just like a cat, can show all the affection in the world if someone had earned it but was independent and very well self-sufficient. And it was cute.
You had read that your animagus form and your Patronus could be the same. There was an exception, though. Your Patronus could change- so it would represent the soul of your significant other. You didn’t know your Patronus yet but you were quite positive that it would reveal your long-time crush on a certain raven-haired, gray-eyed boy. The crush was formed the very moment you laid eyes on him. But you were not that great when it came to actions. You just sat back while he slept with everyone. Literally everyone. But you didn’t do anything. What could you do anyways?
 So, here you were. Your first transformation.
You felt dizzy-like you had been drinking for a while. Kind of light headed. You looked down. Paws? Small paws? You wanted to squeal in happiness and excitement but all you managed to do was meow.
“Aren’t you adorable?”. Wait. What? You stopped walking because two strong hands picked you up, gently. You wanted to tell them to put you back down that instant but again, you just meowed.
He laughed. Oh, no. You knew that sound. You knew that laugh. Just your luck.
“Fiesty. But adorable” he continued, slightly petting your head, his slender fingers going through your fur. You purred before you could stop yourself. You must have been tiny for him to carry you in his palms.
“How did you end up here, alone?” he asked you and you felt the urge to facepalm. You moved your paws in a way that revealed your annoyance. He smiled and you felt yourself melting under his touch. But why was he outside that late?
“You need a name, don’t you?” he said softly. Not that you didn’t like him being there or that you were complaining. You leaned your head to his fingers. That was all it took. His smile dropped.
“Care to listen?” he simply asked you, his voice strained of happiness. You meowed. He remained still for a moment. You nudged him with your head.
“I have to be in my dorm and you are coming with me”. Was he insane? He was talking to a cat. Did he expect an answer? He chuckled.

His friends were fast asleep and you felt really bad for him. He truly needed someone to listen. He plopped down onto his bed, softly placing you onto his lap. You nuzzled him and purred, rubbing your head against his stomach. He was petting you like it was calming him down.
“Alright, tiger. Here is the deal…”Tiger? Really, tiger? He started telling you about his life and his family and even you wouldn’t call those people family; how he was treated and how he reacted. Eventually, he admitted that he wasn’t carefree and that it hurt him when he was disowned because after all, he was their son, their blood and you saw how hard it was for him. He tried to play it off but you just gave him a sympathetic look and bit his fingers playfully. What did I just do?
You spent all night with him-in your animagus form, of course. At some point he fell asleep, his hands still petting you. You felt torn. You wanted to stay but you had to -
To hell with it.
You carefully moved near his head, curled up in a furry ball and fell asleep. You wanted to show him that someone did care.


That had been going on about a month now. You were staying all night with him and once he got out of the room for breakfast you’d run like hellfire was coming your way. Just to make it in time. The last couple of days though, he had tried to carry you to class with him. Something that was impossible. You would miss the class and all of the professors would know that you were an illegal animagus. Neither were things you were looking forward to.
He, however, had managed to do it yesterday.

You were extremely uncomfortable. You hadn’t managed to stop him from carrying you to McGonagall’s class.Out of all of your professors, it had to be the other cat animagus. You knew she knew the moment she saw you. She smiled to herself.
“Mr. Black what on earth are you carrying?” she questioned him but her voice wasn’t stiff. She actually enjoyed it.
“My cat. Meet Tiger. Tiger, meet Minnie” he proudly introduced you. You were thankful that animals don’t blush.
“Your..cat?” she raised an eyebrow in question. Sirius grinned like a mad man.
“I adopted her” he answered, thinking that Minnie would be proud. And she was. But for a different reason. She just gave him a pointed look and walked away.
“I am not sure you want that kind of relationship with her” she whispered under her breath but you heard it.

You walked into his room. A cat. A cat walked into his room. You had to remind yourself a couple of times that all he ever saw was a cat.
You had learned that he was an animagus too- a black dog, which was the biggest irony in the world- as well as Remus’ secret. Not that you didn’t suspect it earlier. His words came as a confirmation.
He was already inside, looking kind of mad.
“You sneaky little Tiger” he said in a mocking way, pointing you-the cat. You furrowed your eyebrows, wait-not yours per say. You waltzed all the way to him, jumped on his bed and made yourself comfortable on his lap. You gave him a puzzled look or at least that was what you were aiming for. You meowed in protest when he removed you from his lap and almost scratched him.
“You haven’t let me impress her! She is never around when you are. Let me take you to her. PLEASE” he exclaimed with a funny look on his face. Oh, no. He wanted to use you to impress a girl?
You abruptly yet gracefully landed on the floor, making your way out. You really wanted to be alone for a second.
“Wait. No! Don’t go, Tiger” he said and a moment later you found yourself halting. He sounded… broken.
“She is never gonna like me. I mean-ugh!”. You weren’t sure if you should scream because ‘she’ wasn’t you or because he was hurt. But you did value his happiness a bit more than yours, so when he picked you up and petted you, you let him.
“Sure-most girls just throw themselves at me but she is not like that. She is this angelic-like creature; she is radiating. The sun doesn’t stand a chance. Her smile… oh, Tiger… her smile” he trailed off. He had that stupid grin on his face.        He looked cute. You would never have guessed that he could fall so much in love. She was one of the luckiest people on earth to have him swept off his feet- and she didn’t even know. He caressed your small head with affection. Something that you could only gain while in this form.
“I wish I could ask her on a date. Even her name is perfect. Have you ever heard a name so… Y/N. I mean it’s flowing like water- Tiger? Tiger!?”. You had lost your balance and fell down to the floor. Then, before you could think what had just happened, three idiots walked in.
“Still in love with Tiger?” James teased him but petted you while giving you a sweet smile. You, however, could only think of his previous words. Did he really say your name? Like you were that ‘she’?
“No, Prongs. That’s Y/N” Peter said, laughing and you knew that if you weren’t already on the floor you would have fallen.
“Man up and ask her out, Pads” Remus advised him. Bless your soul, Moony!
You run out of their room and made a beeline to yours. You could really use a moment.
 Once you were safely inside your dorm, you changed back to your human self! Finally.
You decided to skip tonight’s meeting and actually leave him a bit alone.
He actually liked you. He liked you. You kept repeating that to yourself but it didn’t seem any less impressive. You thought that you must have done something really good to deserve it.

 You were sitting in the Great Hall, eating breakfast and cheerfully participating in the conversation that your friends had started. Something about boys. Oh, you thought about boys, alright. One in particular.
 You noticed the group walking in and sitting down next to you. James, of course, sat next to his Lily-flower. You chuckled.
 You could tell that he was staring at you and you felt your heart skip several beats. With all the courage you had muster to find for a second, you turned towards him, smiled brightly. He was taken aback. Your smile only grew bigger.
“Good morning Sirius” you said kindly and very amused.
“H-Hi!” he stuttered out. You held back the urge to chuckle. The great Sirius Black. Everyone’s attention was on you.
“I would love to go out with you” you said nonchalantly while you poured some milk into your coffee. You could hear the gasps coming from everyone. Literally everyone. You looked at him like nothing had happened. He was choking on his breath.
“How- Wha-Uh?” he breathed out completely bewildered.
“A little cat told me” you said, sending him a wink. His eyes almost popped out. You laughed. He was so dense.
“You’re an animagus!” he whispered-yelled, causing you to shush him.
“What can I say.? For a dog, you are quite the cat person” you mocked him, continuing your breakfast, but not before you reached and pecked his cheek.
Little did you know, he was left breathless, bright red and smiling like he had won the lottery. Because in his mind, he had.

The One With All the Kissing

(I promised this for @lgbtrashmouth, @sighlil, and @toziertrashmouth so I hope it’s okay. It’s not incredibly long, it’s really just the scene from Friends where Chandler kisses everyone because he kisses Monica in front of everyone on accident. But it’s Reddie. So yeah. They’re all young adults here, too.Thanks!)(Also I know I said I’d do this tomorrow but APRIL FOOLS I MADE IT TODAY)


:SETTING- BILL’S APARTMENT:

“Hey, dude! C-come on, gimme back my pretzel!”

“No way, you set it down, it’s mine now!”

“Guys, can you not? I’m trying to get this remote working again and I need concentration!”

“Stan, shut up. You know you’re just taking the batteries out and putting them back in again. It’s hardly rocket science.”


The familiar bickering made Bill smile, despite the fact that Richie swiped his hot pretzel, and was tormenting Stan, and getting salt everywhere. Eddie was complaining- something about telling Richie to shut up and chew with his mouth closed. Beverly was laughing and resting a hand on Ben’s shoulder, who would occasionally smile at her between talking about Mike’s day as they caught up all together. They were sitting around his dining room table, talking over one another, having individual conversations, interjecting and making a group conversation, and yet everyone was still in sync. It was beautiful, in its own, chaotic, noisy way. 

They had spent the day drinking tea, watching movies, and just horsing around Bill’s apartment. Earlier they’d gone out for ice cream and visited the quarry like they had when they were little. Nowadays, nothing much had changed. Not habitually, anyways. Ben and Beverly had finally gotten together. Stand and Bill had as well. Mike was seeing a pretty girl who’d gone off to college in Japan, but he didn’t mind, and everyone loved how loving he was and dedicated they were to each other despite the distance. Richie and Eddie had also begun seeing each other, as well- however, that relationship was still in the closet

While the boys knew the group would accept them, just as they had Bill and Stan, Eddie was still hesitant to announce it to anyone in the group because of the big deal he knew it’d be. He’d spent MUCH of his life denying his love for Richie, most vehemently to Richie himself, who always threw himself at Eddie all that time, playfully, then seriously. Eddie caved one day and kissed the other in the middle of one of his “your mom” jokes, and Richie hadn’t been the same since. Bill thought he was somehow softer towards Eddie, cracking less jokes about his mom, and holding doors for him. Stan just thought he was even more insufferable with all the near perverse flirting. 

Mike was suspicious of the two, as was Beverly. But if it was one thing they were good at, it was being patient and letting people speak on their own time. The dynamic of the group within itself may have shifted, but they all still remained incredibly close- living within half an hour of each other, hanging out almost every day, crashing at each other’s places just because. It really was a dream come true. Mike was working as a coach’s assistant at their old high school, Beverly taught self-defense at the local gym. Ben was an official published writer, working for the local news paper where he covered the art section, of which Bill was proudly in numerous times for his paintings. Stan worked at the community college, the resident ornithologist on-hand for advice and lectures. Richie worked at the local radio station, his voices having improved over the years, though his comedy… hadn’t. Eddie had surprisingly taken up a job outside of the pharmacy, owning and operating his own bakery with the help of fresh produce from the Hanlon Farm. 

Ughhhhhh. I don’t want to goooo….” Despite their lives having turned out well, work was still work, and Richie was still Richie.

“Do you always have to complain about everything?” Eddie sighed, exasperated and rolling his eyes. 

“Give him a break, Eddie,” Stan said uncharacteristically. “He only has a limited amount of brain cells. Maybe he’s used them all today.” Ah, that sounded more like him. 

Beverly laughed, standing up and clearing away the remote pieces. “Okay Stan, you’re just breaking it more, so don’t go on about brain cells.”

OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!” came a chorus from Ben and Richie. 

“Hey Rich, why don’t you act like an adult and get to work?” Eddie snickered, “As your roommate, I’d like to eat better this month, thank you!” Richie just rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah yeah, I’m going.” As he walked towards the door, he went over to Eddie, still seated at the table. 

He leaned down and put a hand to his cheek, tilted his face up delicately, and kissed him fully, tilting his own head to the side and closing his eyes. It was a touching, soft thing. 

WHAT THE F-F-FUCK, RICHARD?” Bill spit his tea out, and the table erupted in short-lived squeals and demanding questions. 

Richie was a peculiar mix of green, red, and white, and Eddie was sweating up a storm, frozen in place. Suddenly, Richie shook his head sharply, walking over to Beverly and grabbing her face. He leaned in and kissed her hard and messy until she shoved him back, laughing. Ben looked ready to protest until Richie landed lips on him, too, shutting him up altogether. Mike was hooting and hollering in his chair, and only laughed harder when Richie kissed him, chuckling at how interesting of a story it would be to tell his girlfriend on their Skype call. Bill only stared in amusement as Richie faced him, a determined and embarrassed look in his eye as he kissed him quickly. He then turned to Stan, who was red and wide eyed. 

When Richie leaned in, Stan leaned back, comically toppling out of his chair. “Don’t you put those chapped ass lips on me, you freak!”

“B-But it’s how they kiss in Europe! It’s not funny or anything!” Richie half heartedly protested while the group laughed. 

“Well this is Bill’s apartment, you nut. Y’know? In MAINE? Go to work already.”

Richie simply complied, scurrying out the front door, followed quickly by Eddie, which did not escape anyone’s eye. 

“I’m gonna have to quote Bill on this one, Trashmouth,” He grabbed Richie’s arm as he shut the door to the hallway, “‘What the fuck, Richard?’“

“I’m sorry, you just looked so cute and happy curled up in his little chair, like a doll! I spaced and forgot. I’m sorry you’re so kissable.” Richie pouted, looking down at his feet. 

Eddie instantly softened. “I’m sorry, too. Go to work Richie, I’ll be here when you get back- we’re all staying over since it’s Friday. I’ll take care of this. You owe me.”

Richie grinned wolfishly, “I love it when you get demanding, Eds. Anything you want and you got it.”

Eddie shoved him, “Don’t call me Eds, now go get paid you doofus, we need the money.”


Eddie walked back inside to five sets of curious, demanding eyes. “Alright, alright. Yeah, no, we’re… more than roommates.”

“NO SHIT, EDDIE. WE’RE NOT STUPID!”


That was the most synchronized they had ever been.  

Richie Asks For Help Part 2

Part 1

Okay so just a heads up, I think this is one of the dirtiest things I’ve ever written, and boy was it wild to write. there some dom/sub shit in this so if that’s not you’re cup of tea, sorry. it’s also bottom Richie which is something I’ve never done before, so there’s that too. also, it kind of fits some of the other prompts that people have sent in so here’s some bonus stuff for those people. I’ll stop talking now. But seriously this is some really kinky shit. Enjoy



Eddie refused to leave his room for the rest of the weekend.

He cited working on his paper as the reason when Ben knocked on his door and brought him dinner. It was a complete lie. 

Well not a complete lie. He tried to focus on working to distract himself from thinking about Richie but that failed.

Whenever he would start writing his mind would wander and the noises Richie had made and the way he had sounded moaning Eddie’s name would flood in and be all he could think about.

Richie hadn’t tried to talk with him yet and he was so grateful for that. He didn’t think he could face him without his face lighting up.

When Monday morning rolled around Eddie knew he had to finally leave his room and possibly see Richie.

He slowly got ready for class, grabbing his book and backpack. he paused in front of his door and stood for a few seconds, steading his breathing.

Once he felt that he was ready he reached out, turned the handle and opened the door, right into Richie’s face. Richie’s hand rubbed at the top of his forehead as he took a step back.

“Ow, Eds. Why would you swing your door open so fast like that?” He asked rubbing his forehead with one hand and adjusting his glasses with the other.

“Why were you just standing in front of my door!” Eddie shot back, raising his hand up to move Richie’s out of the way so he could see his head.

He examined the red spot on Richie temple and determined he would live. Eddies eyes moved from the top of his head down to his eyes. Richie had been staring at him.

Eddie cleared his throat and looked down at the floor.

“Sorry, it was an accident.” Eddie apologized quietly. He could feel his face burning as Richie just kept staring. They stood in the hallway for about a minute, neither moving. God, he probably looked so stupid. He should say something, shouldn’t he?

“wh-“

“do y-“

Richie rubbed the back of his neck and half smiled at Eddie. Both waiting for the other to talk.

“Hey, Rich can I still catch…a…ride… what’s going on?” Bill asked from down the hall. He had just left his room and was watching Eddie and Richie’s awkward interaction.

“Y-yeah, of course Boss Man.” Richie exaggeratedly saluted at Bill and turned to back to face Eddie. His normal demeanor has returned and he looked down at Eddie smiling.

“We need to talk after school.” He nodded, not waiting for Eddie’s response before turning to descend the stairs.

Bill followed after him, give Eddie a confused look as he passed.

Eddie stood in front of his door for a few minutes trying to compose himself. He waited until his face didn’t feel like it was on fire before following the other two downstairs.

The scene downstairs was the same as it always was on Monday mornings. Kinda chaotic.

Mike, being the sweetheart he was, had made a large plate of eggs sandwich’s for the others to take before leaving.

Bev frantically ran around the living-room trying to find one of her books. Richie was trying to help but was just making a mess. Stan and Bill sat at the kitchen table eating and drinking coffee, Stan would occasionally yell something about cleaning up after which both Richie and Bev would ignore.

Eddie grabbed a sandwich and headed straight for the door, not really wanting to hold a conversation with anyone. He hummed a response when Ben asked if he would be home for dinner and pulled the door closed behind him to the sound of Bev yelling triumphantly.

~~~

Eddie Stalled going home for as long as he could. He stopped by the library after his classes to work on his paper for a bit. At around seven Eddie got a text from Bev asking when he was coming home. He packed up his stuff and heading to his car.

He drove home as slowly as he could, getting honked at a few times but refusing to go any faster. He knew as soon as he got home he was going to have to talk with Richie. There was no way he was just going to avoid him forever, and instead of putting it off and freaking out about it for the next couple of days, Eddie decided it was best to get it over with.

He pulled into the last empty parking spot in the driveway and headed for the front door. he walked into the front door and was greeted by a choir of hellos.

The whole household was sitting around the kitchen table. Every one except Richie.

Eddie swallowed hard as he approached the table.

“Late night huh.” Stan asked looking up at him. Eddie nodded back.

“Uh, yeah. Essay stuff. Um, where’s Richie? Eddie asked trying to sound as nonchalant as he could.

“said he wasn’t hungry,” Mike informed him. Eddie slowly nodded again, taking a deep breath.

“I’m not either.” Eddie turned to head upstairs, ignoring the looks everyone gave him.

He headed past his room and walked up to Richie’s before his brain could convince him otherwise.

He took one last deep breath before lightly knocking on the door.

A muffled “busy” was all Eddie got in response. Eddie knocked again.

“same kinda busy as last time?” Eddie called back. it took Richie approximately 10 seconds to open the door after Eddie spoke.

“Oh hey Eds. No, nothing like last time” Richie laughed awkwardly as he swung the door open and leaned his arm against the doorframe. 

“What’s uh, What’s up?” Richie’s hand slipped from the doorframe and his head knocked against it. he moved his hand to hold the side of his head, he smiled up at Eddie when he heard him laugh.

“Can I come in?” Eddie asked, laughing slightly. Richie nodded, still holding his head and moved out of the way to let Eddie in. Eddie walked passed him and sat down in Richie’s desk chair.

Richie paused at the door, the smile dropping from his face momentarily before the turned around and sat down on the bed.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Eddie asked after a few moments of silence. He watched as Richie Fiddled with his hands, he was clearly building himself up for something and Eddie wasn’t sure what it was but Richie being nervous was making him extremely nervous. Richie hung his head low, looking down at the ground

“So, I know you might not want to talk about um, what happened on Friday.” Richie spoke quickly, trying to get everything out that he wanted to say. Eddie held his breath as Richie continued.

“And I’m not really sure if you want to hear this but I’ve been thinking about it all weekend and I think I’m going to explode if I don’t tell you this so please just try to listen and not hate me after.” Eddie nodded, staring at the side of Richie’s face. Richie took a deep shaky breath before starting again.

“I don’t want to gross you out or anything, but I can’t get the thought of your hands out of my head. It’s honestly all I’ve been thinking about all weekend and I’ve seriously never cum so ha-“

“Beep Beep Richie.” Eddie said quietly, he was now looking at the floor as well, his face bright red. Richie’s head shot up and he looked at Eddie panicking.

Fuck why did he have to say anything? He just completely ruined everything. Eddie stood, still looking at the floor. He took a few steps forward. Richie stood as well but not moving at all.

Eddie took another step forward, finally looking up to meet Richie’s eyes. He reached his hand forward and wrapped it in Richie’s shirt.

Richie’s eye’s grew as Eddie pulled him closer.

“You have no idea what seeing you like that did to me.” Eddie whispered against Richie’s lips. Richie’s mouth dropped open and his face flushed. Eddie pulled Richie even closer and pressed their lips together.

Richie let out a surprised noise but kissed back almost immediately. Richie wrapped his arms around Eddie and pulled his body closer, pressing up against him. 

Eddie kept one hand twisted in Richie’s shirt as he pulled it over Richie’s head, and moved the other to the flat of his back.

Richie parted his lips as Eddie pressed his tongue against them. As they deepened the kiss. Eddie raked his hands down Richie’s bare back, grabbing at his ass through his pants.

Richie broke away from Eddie’s mouth and let out a high pitched moan, his breath coming out in heavy pants. Eddie’s eyes widened at the reaction, his hand freezing where it was. Richie’s breathing settled and he looked up at Eddie sheepishly.

“So I might have been lying when I said I wasn’t doing anything.” Richie breath was still somewhat irregular as he shifted his legs.

Eddie’s eyes dropped from Richie’s face down his body stopping at the outline of his cock against his pajama bottoms, he had no clue how he hadn’t noticed it earlier. 

“Show me.” Eddie breathed out, his voice a husky growl. Richie’s breath hitched, he leaned down, pressing their lips together, grabbing Eddie’s arm and pulling him backwards. His knees gave way when they hit the side of the bed and Richie dropped down to sit in front of Eddie. He let out a small moan as he made contact with the bed.

Eddie ran his hands through Richie’s hair, tugging his head back as he leaned down to kiss him. Richie’s eyes scrunched shut at the pulling of his hair and his hand dragged down Eddie’s body stopping at the belt on his jeans. He dropped to his knees and started to undo the buckle.

Richie yelped when Eddie pulled hard on his hair, he brought Richie’s head back to look up at him.

“I said show me” Eddie rasped out, staring directly into his eyes. Richie hands froze and dropped from Eddie’s belt. He slowly nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat.

Eddie lightly pushing on his shoulder. His ran his hands around Richie’s middle as Richie turned around and moved so his knees were resting on the edge of the bed. His gaze dropped to the side, looking away.

Eddie stopped his hands on Richie’s waist. He squeezed tightly, pulling Richie to look back at him. He half smiled over at him as he leaned down to kiss the middle of Richie’s back.

Richie watched him over his shoulder as he kissed down Richie’s lower back. He stopped when he was kneeling behind Richie on the floor.

He kept one hand on Richie’s waist as Richie moved his hips away from the bed to push his Pajamas down his leg. He could only manage to get them around his thighs but it was enough to provide quite a scene for Eddie

Richie had a dark green butt plug inside of him. he shifted his legs, his forehead dropping to touch the bed. He could feel Eddie’s stare on him, and it turned him on to an uncomfortable degree.

Eddie moved one of his hands from Richie’s waist down to his ass cheek, the other ran up Richie’s legs. Richie shuddered as Eddie moved his thumb to press on the toy.

“How many of these do you have?” Eddie asked, genuinely curious. Richie let out a strangled laugh as he turned his neck to look back at Eddie.

“I have a whole box full.” Richie’s head dropped back to the bed as Eddie pushed his thumb harder.  

“Can I take it out?” Eddie asked, moving his hand to wrap around the base of it and pulling lightly. Richie wiggled his ass back and nodded against the bed.

Eddie saw the movement and began slowly pulling, taking his time and listen to the soft whines Richie made. He kissed Richie’s hips as he watched his body shake slightly, biting down when he finally fully pulled the toy out. He placed it on the bed. 

Richie pushed his ass back, whimpering at the empty feeling.

“Under the bed.” Richie panted out.

Eddie let go of Richie and dropped to the side to look under the bed.

Just underneath it was a black shoebox, the lid was hastily thrown on. Eddie reached under and pulled it out. He placed the box on the bed beside Richie, who was watching him with half-lidded eyes.

Eddie removed the top and tossed it on the floor.

Inside the box was a variety of toys in different sizes and colors, along with a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms.

Richie reached back to try and grab on to Eddie belt again but Eddie moved away from him.

“No touching.” Eddie said as he pulled off the belt and leaned forward to wrap his arms around Richie’s. He used the belt to tie Richie’s hands together. He turned his head to kiss Richie’s cheek.

“I’m making sure of it.”

Richie pulled his hands apart as much as he could, which wasn’t much. His breathing was picking up again. He turned his head to watch and shivered as Eddie ran his hands down the length of Richie’s shoulder and down his back.

He removed his hands from Richie and brought one back to the box beside him. the other worked the zipper of his jeans down and shifted his pants to sit low on his hips.

He grabbed one of the condoms and tore it open, smirking over at Richie, who hadn’t taken his eyes off of Eddie.

Eddie rolled on the condom and placed his hand on Richie’s tailbone. He moved his thumb to press on Richie’s entrance, letting the pad of his thump press in. Richie was still stretched from the plug so there was little resistance as Eddie’s finger pushed in.

Richie tried to push his ass back, seeking more pressure but Eddie moved his other hand to Richie’s hip, holding him in place.

“Please Eddie…” Richie’s hand grasped at he sheets in front of him as his wrists moved against the restraints.

Eddie removed his thumb and moved his hand to hold his own extremely hard cock.

He positioned himself against Richie’s hole and dug his nails into Richie’s hip as he slowly pushed the tip in. Richie let out a muffled scream as he threw his head down on the bed when he remembered that the rest of their housemates were just downstairs.

Eddie noticed this and stopped pushing forward. He leaned down to Richie’s ear, nipping at the outer shell.

“Are you worried they’ll hear us?” He whispered into Richie’s ear. From the small part of Richie’s cheeks that weren’t covered by the sheet, Eddie could see the blush on his face deepen.

Eddie smiled mischievously and started to push into Richie further.

“You don’t want them to come in here and see you like this. Or maybe you do. Do you want them to see how pretty you are begging for me to fuck you?” He whispered. Eddie knew that if anyone was to walk in now he would possibly die from embarrassment but he was so caught up in the moment and how Richie was responding to his words that they just spilled out of him.

Richie cried out, moving his mouth to bit down on his arm. Eddie could see that his eyes were watering and his face was scrunched up in pleasure.

Eddie used both hands to grip Richie’s hips to pull him back until he was fully inside of him.

Richie’s let out a shaky breath as he moved his mouth from his arm to try and get some air. Eddie kissed Richie’s shoulder, slowly pulling out of Richie about half way before slamming back in.
This time Richie was unable to cover his mouth in time and let out a loud cry. He quickly stuffed his fist into his mouth.  

Eddie smiled against Richie’s shoulders as he kept up the torturous pace. Richie was writhing under him, wanting to ask for Eddie to go harder but not trusting himself enough to remove his hand from his mouth to speak without crying out again.

They both froze when they heard a loud knock on the door.

“Hey Rich, you okay? They heard Bill call from the other side of the door. Eddie panicked for a second before leaning down to whisper roughly into Richie’s ear.

“Answer him.”

Richie quivered but raised his head up from the bed.

“Yeah…I’m Fine.” Richie said in a weak voice, loud enough that Bill would just be able to hear him. Eddie slowly started rocking into Richie who moaned softly before throwing his hand over his mouth and looking back at Eddie pleadingly. Eddie increased the speed of his thrust and watched Richie’s face go slack.

“Um, are you sure?” Bill called louder, Richie heard him grab the handle of the door.

“NO.” He yelled before Bill could fully turn the handle to open it.

“Don’t come in!” Richie called as loud as he could. Eddie had picked up his pace again and Richie had to grind out the words between gasps.
“O-okay?” Bill sounded extremely confused, but Richie could hear his hand dropping from the door nob.

“I’m, ~Ah~ …jerking off” Richie yelled still trying his hardest to hide his moans. His brain wasn’t really working at full speed and it was the only reason he could think of that would prevent Bill from coming in anyways. Eddie smiled at Richie’s response and fucked into him harder.

“Gross Richie, I didn’t need to know that.” Bill said as his voice retreated down the hallway.

Richie let out a muffled cry when he heard Bill reach the stairs. He shook, tightening around Eddie as he came. His body slouching forward, hands grasping at the sheet.

Eddie stopped and looked down at the other.

“Fuck Richie.” Eddie shivered and rocked his hips forward, pushing Richie into the bed. Richie’s moans were breathless as Eddie used his pliant body. The fact that Richie came untouched while Eddie was fucking him light a fire in his stomach.

He fucked him into the bed, pulling Richie back by the hips to meet his thrusts.

Eddie cursed as he came, his fingers gripped into Richie’s hips hard enough to leave bruises.

He didn’t move for a few minutes, both trying to steady their breaths. Richie whimpered when Eddie pulled out of him. That whimper melted into a moan when he felt something being pressed back inside him.

Richie let out a shaky breath when he turned his head to look back at Eddie.

Eddie had grabbed the plug from the bed and was slowly pushing it back into Richie.

Unable to push back with his arms, Richie wiggled his hips back, taking all of the toy in.

Once he had it fully pushed in, Eddie moved to lay on his stomach beside Richie, who had completely collapsed down onto the bed without Eddie helping to hold him up.

Eddie pressed soft kisses to the side of Richie’s face until he had enough energy to turn his head to face Eddie.

Richie pouted, moving his stiff arms. Eddie laughed and reached his hands to undo the belt around Richie’s wrists.

Richie’s hand immediately went to hold Eddie’s face and he pressed their lips together. Eddie smiled into the kiss and ran his hand down Richie’s back. stopping to cup his ass.

Richie broke away, gasping into Eddie’s lips.

“For later.” Eddie tapped his finger on the plug, leaning in to kiss Richie again.

Richie pulled away and leaned his forehead against Eddie’s, he was completely out of breath again.

“Fuck.”


Okay, so I’m gonna go hide now. Hope you liked it. 😁

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Caught - Richie x reader

Request by @tom-holla :hey!!!!! Can I request a richie one where reader has a big crush on him and he teases her about (she doesn’t know that he knows) and it’s all fluff?? Thank you so much!!:)

I write for all the boys and girl in the losers club but Stan is my main man and that’s why he is in my username. But do feel free to request about the others!

Also, they are both 16 in this one since I wanted to try out writing about an older Richie. I hope that’s okay.

Let’s get going!

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To say that you were oblivious was an under statement, you were practically blind in situations like this one. Not physically blind but socially.

You see, you had this very unfortunate crush on the one and only Richie Tozier. The local trashmouth that never failed to make you smile or laugh with one of his stupid jokes or crude remarks. He made your heart beat 100 miles an hour whenever he made physical contact with you, let that be a simple brush of hands or a hug. Now you might ask ‘why is this so unfortunate?’ and the answer to that question is, he is your best friend.

You knew how cliché it was, falling for your best friend but what can you do. You couldn’t help it, you were just infatuated by the boy with the big glasses.

Everyone knew that this boy was all mouth and he could ramble on about anything and everything not to mention the teasing and dick jokes. But they also knew him as the boy with the glasses and a big crush on Y/N L/N. yet somehow she hadn’t found out. Richie wasn’t oblivious like she was, sure he wasn’t the best at knowing when to stop joking but he knew when someone liked him or spending time with him. He saw it almost right away, all of the signs.

Okay, actually he didn’t notice on his own. Beverly had told the idiot that the Y/H/C girl had a “big ol’ case of love struck” and started to point out all of the little things she did. The way she shed little longing glances at him when he wasn’t looking, the way the pairs hugs and high fives lingered just a bit longer than when they did the same actions with their other friends and the way she always was by his side whenever everything at home got too much and he just wished he could disappear into the earth and she would be right there to pick him back up and dust him off.

Subconsciously he did the same. Richie would look over at her whenever he was sure she wasn’t stealing glances at him, he would stare at her to the point that his friends had started joking that he would have flies in his mouth if it was more agape.

Long story short, they were both head over heels for the other.

If you thought the teasing was bad before then prepare to be proved wrong by a landslide. Now the real mocking began. The boy with the big horn brimmed glasses shot sly comments your way as often as he had an opportunity to do so or in the middle of a conversation with the others in the losers club just quietly enough for only you to hear. It even went to the extent of him passing notes in class which was a hell of an experience when you two actually got caught and he had to read it out loud.

The two of you were stuck in year 11 history with the teacher going on about what had happened that previous weekend. So mister Gray wasn’t paying attention too the two teens sat in the middle section of the classroom on the left side where the windows were placed, or so you thought.

Richie silently removed the corner of his notebook and started to scribble down a couple of words on the piece of paper. For a brief moment he looked over at you trying to thing of something to write down. His eyes graced your features, adoring them, but then he snapped back into reality and continued to write his little message. Just as he had folded the note messily and was in the action of passing it your way someone spoke up.

“So, Richie.” His eyes snapped towards your teacher “If this is so important that it can’t wait until we’re finished then would you please read the note out loud so that the rest of us can be grazed by your surly very important conversation with Y/N” Mr.Gray shifted so that his weight was on the other foot while his glare burned right into Richie.

“Sure can do!” Richie said and pushed his glasses “this is meant for Y/N if you couldn’t tell.” Now you along with the others in the class was looking directly at him but his eyes were on you as he started to read the note “I was feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on. It’s like I have a light switch on my forehead cause it happens every time you look at me”

Now the whole classroom was laughing at him, every kid but you. Your eyes were glued onto your desk as a blush crept onto your cheeks and a small, shy smile played on your lips. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, what if he saw you and just found it weird that you blushed since it was only one of his jokes. His eyes, on the other hand, were on you until he heard the teacher say something about detention after school. He was sure as hell not going to show up even if it meant more trouble later on.

Yet you still didn’t realize that the boy mirrored your feelings with his own, you just thought that he was being his usual flirty self but you didn’t notice how he stopped hitting on other girls.

Today all of the losers were going to hangout together at the quarry. No swimming of course since it was far too cold. With all the leaves turning yellow and shades of orange and falling into the water along with the ground and Eddie frantically rambling about how 'all the leaves carried at least 26 different types of bacteria’ and how 'you would get sick out of your mind if you went swimming when it’s this cold’.

You, Mike and Stan were the ones with cars so today you three acted as chauffeurs. Bev, Eddie and Bill were all riding with Stan since they had hung out earlier that day, Ben was going with Mike because apparently Mike wanted to show him something in his truck. If you didn’t know any better you would think that they had all rigged it so that you and Richie were left alone.

But you happily complied and drove to Richie’s house. Guns N’ roses was blasting on your stereo and your sweater covered hands tapped the steering wheel slightly along with the music. Soon enough you found yourself outside of the curly headed boy’s home. You honked loudly and a couple of seconds later he emerged and jogged slightly across his driveway. He was wearing a black hoodie along with black jeans, simple but it made you blush a little.

He still occasionally wore Hawaiian shirts with a white t-shirt underneath just like he did when you were 14 but now they were more toned down if the idea of wearing one struck him. Now he wore more blacks, maroons and grays and you weren’t complaining. Not that you would be under any other other circumstances because he’s Richie damn Tozier, he’d look good in anything.

He flung open the car door and plopped down into the seat next to yours and shut it again. You started driving off towards the quarry while he was still buckling his seat belt. The two of you were going to arrive early but it doesn’t really matter. Suddenly he turned off the music and turned towards you who was still focused on the road.

“Hey, Y/N” he spoke with a slight smile on his lips.

“Yeah?” you answered as you turned the wheel slightly and bit your bottom lip as you concentrated.

“You know what this shirt is made of?” now he looked even more mischievous if that was even possible.

“I swear to god Richie. If you say boyfriend material I will personally kick you -"you were cut short.

"It’s boyfriend material” Richie said while a smirk played on his lips and you let out a small chuckle and now you bit down your smile once again but this time to keep you from spilling all your feelings.

Your once slightly irritated face had turned red and you looked down for a moment just to fight back the urge to explain everything from start to finish, how you fell in love with him every day. Every DAMN DAY. How you tried to keep yourself from blushing and smiling at his cheesy pickup lines and the teasing. You couldn’t contain yourself any more.

The light shifted slightly as you started to drive through the woods, it now reflected in patches due to the few leaves that still clung hopefully to the trees. Richie’s eyes traveled between the beautiful scenery out the window and you. He silently reached for your free hand and intertwined his long and lanky fingers with yours, they fit together perfectly.

You stopped the car and twisted the keys in the ignition to turn it off, slightly shifted in your seat and got out of the car. The cold and harsh autumn air hit your face in a way that sent shivers down your spine. Another thud could be heard as Richie got out of the other side of the car and a little splash followed that as his beaten up boots touched the ground.

“Hey, Richie” his eyes snapped to meet your gaze “I kinda need to talk to you” you said while scratching the back of your neck and walked over to sit on the hood of your car but on the passenger side. You sighed shakily and looked over the beautiful quarry. All the tree shad turned yellow and orange and they reflected down onto the water beneath.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Richie asked while moving to stand in front of you. He basically only got this serious when you two were alone but even if it was only you and him it was a rarity. He felt it in the air this time though, this wasn’t time for jokes.

“So I kinda like you” you stated while turning a light shade of red and fought a smile “I’ve liked you for a while now and- actually no, I’ve been in love with you for a while now and I’m tried of trying to act like the teasing doesn’t affect me.” the explanation felt so natural, but you couldn’t imagine looking into his eyes now that he probably was thinking of a way to reject you.

“I love you too, you couldn’t be more obvious though” at that you both laughed and you looked upwards towards him just to lock eyes with him.

“Is that so mr.Tozier?” you asked with a sly grin on your face while Richie now good in between your legs and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, your worse at hiding things than Bill is at uttering an entire sentence without stuttering for fucks sake” now he was so close to your face that you could feel his warm breath on your face while he leaned down to look at you directly instead of the biting air that the fall provided.

Suddenly his lips were attached to yours. It took a second to react to the motion but soon enough you responded to his actions. Now your hands found his messy hair and you ran your fingers through it. Richie’s hand found your waist to pull you impossible closer. Apparently he felt the need to deepen the kiss so he brought one of his large hands to the back of your neck, now this had turned into a full on make out session. Not that you were complaining, it was just a bit unexpected. If someone had told you earlier in the morning that you would be sitting on your car making out with Richie Tozier later today you would have laughed straight into their face, 'cause you were sure you didn’t have the balls to be upfront with your best friend.

“WOAH, well hello to you guys too!” Stan exclaimed with eyes going wide and swiftly looked away, you and Richie broke apart. He and the others had obviously turned up without either of you noticing.

You had been caught. Whoops?


~

Hope you lot enjoyed!

Being the only girl in the Losers Club p.2

( I’ll probably be doing more parts but this is just about how you get jealous with Beverly joining the group and how eventually you become friends with her)

  • Sooooo, your whole ‘only girl apart of the loser club’ has suddenly been demolished
  • Beverly Marsh certainly did not start out as a friend of yours when she first crashed the party at the Quarry 
  • You were vvvvveeeerrrrryyyyy shocked to ever see her there
  • Sure she showed up when Eddie was patching up the new kid, Ben
  • The rest of you all stood around him anxiously awaiting the diagnosis
  • Richie on the other hand shouted useless directions at Eddie
  • “Get in there Dr.K, you have to suck the wound!”
  • “Richie shut the fuck up, I’m trying to concentrate.”
  • Bill and Stanley were standing on either side of you as the three of you watched Ben groan in agony
  • “Ben, from Soc?”
  • The new voice made you whip your head around only to find a somewhat familiar girl standing at the opening of the alleyway.
  • She rushed over and struck up a conversation with your friends but you didn’t listen to a single word she said
  • Instead you glared harshly trying to force her away with your mean eyes
  • When she offered a hand you jumped at the opportunity to shut her down
  • “We don’t need your help, you can leave.”
  • Stan nudged your side, feeling the anger you were emitting and you turned your back to her and aided Ben
  • Bill furrowed his eyebrows at your reply 
  • Instead of registering the harshness of your tone and realizing you most likely wouldn’t want the girl around anymore, Bill decided to invite her to come with you and your friends the next day to the Quarry
  • You prayed all night long that she wouldn’t come and as you stood at the edge of the cliff, you thought maybe someone had granted you your wish
  • That was until you heard a new voice
  • “I’ll go.”
  • You all turned around to find the one and only Beverly Marsh a good ten feet behind you
  • Stan gasped in shock and a smile graced Bill’s lips making your blood boil
  • You on the other hand, let out a low growl causing Eddie to jump
  • Richie, hearing the noise, just sent you a devilish smirk already catching your drift
  • When she stripped and ran past all of you- you felt a pang of jealousy
  • You were slightly enraged hearing all the boys woo over her
  • “C’mon guys, seriously? She’s just a girl!”
  • Richie would look at you as if you had grown an extra head and scream,
  • “Yeah- a hot girl!”
  • Everytime Beverly tried to make conversation with you, you gave her the cold shoulder
  • “So uh, it’s Y/n right?”
  • “No, that’s not my name.”
  • And the boys would all give you a ‘wtf’ kind of look obviously confused by your actions
  • Beverly would try again later but you’d once again shoot her down
  • “You know the theater down the street is showing Nightmare on Elm Street. We should sneak in and see it some time, if you’d like?”
  • “I’m sorry but I live on Elm street and I don’t sleep because of that movie so therefore I think it’s pretty inconsiderate of you to pick a movie that applies so directly to my life, are you trying to kill me? Also, I’ve never seen a movie in my life so I think the overall experience would be far too traumatic for me.”
  • Which was all a lie since you love movies, especially horror movies which Bill had told Beverly which is why she suggested it, nor do you live on Elm Street which all the boy knew
  • Eddie would just stare at you intently as if he was reading the directions on his pill bottle
  • Although Richie knew exactly what was going on as he’d sit on a rock smiling smugly to himself
  • Bill seemed to be growing annoyed with you due to your lack of acceptance towards his crush
  • Stan was just concerned regarding your behavior. He had never seen you act such a way.
  • Beverly felt lost as she sent the Bill a worrisome glance, fearing you hated her and she really didn’t want to push you any further
  • This is where genius boy a.k.a Trashmouth, stepped forward to call you out 
  • “Don’t worry Beverly, Y/n is just jealous because she’s not the only babe in the group anymore and she’s scared we won’t care about her or pay her as much attention as we would to you. Isn’t that right, green monster?” 
  • You sat frozen in your seat absolutely stunned at his statement
  • Bill, who know seemed to understand what was going on, turned to you full of bewilderment
  • “Is that true, Y/n?”
  • To say you were flushed red would be a large understatement
  • “Maybe…”
  • Eddie shook his head in disbelief and jumped up
  • “Wait, what? Y/n you were jealous of her!”
  • Bev spiked up in defense
  • “Hey!”
  • Eddie rolled his eyes before continuing
  • “Sorry, that came out wrong. But seriously Y/n, how could you ever think we’d forget about you?”
  • Ben- who was just as new to the group as Beverly- opted to staying out of the conversation
  • But Stanley was still lost in confusion
  • “Y/n, you’re our best friend! An original to the club- how could we forget about you?”
  • Sly Richie would just shrug and say
  • “Yeah Y/n, I’ve already said before that I would totally bang you and I still would. I’d never stop hanging out with a hot chick like you that actually wants us around!”
  • Unsure if you should take that as a compliment or not you simply looked to the ground and muttered, 
  • “Thanks Richie… I think.”
  • Lastly, Bill came to your side and pulled you into a hug whispering
  • “You’ll always be my favorite, no matter what.”
  • And to say you were somewhat okay with the new addition, was suddenly the new truth.
  • Slipping out of Bill’s grip you hesitantly walked over to Beverley and sent her an apologetic smile as you said, 
  • “Sorry for being a dick, I get that from Richie-”
    “Hey- you know what, actually I’m okay with that. Guys, Y/n is talking about my dick!”
  • Bev laughed at this and shrugged,
  • “It’s okay, I can see where you were coming from.”
  • This made you smile happily and then you carried on
  • “But you were right earlier, my name is Y/n. I lied about living on Elm Street. I would move if I did. I also love horror movies and I would really like to go to one with you if the offer still stands.”
  • The redhead nodded, pretending to think about the proposal,
  • “Of course it does.”
  • The boys cheered as you pulled her in for a hug
  • Richie watched the two of you as he threw his arm around Eddie’s shoulder drawing the smaller boy close to his side, 
  • “Look at our baby, making truce with her old enemy of a day.”
  • Eddie looked up at Richie for a moment then shoved him off as hard as he could muster, 
  • “Get off of me, Richie!” 
  • And that’s the story of how you made friends with Beverly Marsh and welcomed her into the group

- Daizy xx

megelizabethvh  asked:

Oh my goodness, I saw this and thought of you! (Modern AU where Richie confesses his feelings for Eddie through text and when Eddie doesn’t text back he’s hurt and is about to call Eddie and yell at him when Richie realizes he never sent the text in the first place) would you be interested?

~Richie was curled up on his bed, posture poor and hunched per usual as he stared down at his checkered squares blanket. About three squares away from him on the blanket sat his phone. It was unlocked at his brightness was unnecessarily turned up all the way. He pushed his glasses up his nose and sighed, reaching for it again. He tapped the side as he stared down at it but made no move to type. The gray bubble from the last time he’d texted Eddie read, ‘Bite the big one, Tozier’. Richie chuckled, hearing it read in Eddie’s voice in his head as he remembered that conversation they’d been having. He shook his head. That wasn’t the point. 

He’d been fighting with himself for over an hour just to get enough courage to press send on his typed out message. But every time he hovered his thumb over the blue send icon, he would cower out. He bit his lip and it all played out all the same, he hovered over it but quickly sighed and laid his phone down again. “Shit.” He mumbled. Richie Tozier was no chicken. Finally, he closed his eyes, because the gesture was brave enough to allow the one chicken move, and pressed send, immediately closing the app afterwards. He let out all his breath and realized that he’d have to wait now. So in order to keep himself from just pain staring at the phone, he turned on the television. 


After what felt like the 80th laugh track from some Full House re-run, Richie mumbled to himself “I’m funnier than him.” He rolled his eyes and turned off the tv. He frowned and rolled off his stomach and looked to his phone again. No notifications. Richie wanted to fling the stupid thing out the window. The blank screen mocking him. ‘How could Eddie just ignore him?’ Sure he was no poet like Ben but he thought his text read just fine. 

‘Hey, Eds I just wanted to let you know I lost that comic book you lent me and also I’m in love with you.’

As long as he was confessing things, he thought it was as good a time as any to tell Eddie he’d lost that book. But he still had no answer and it was making him want to tear his hair out.

 The anxiety was causing his hands to fidget as he looked at the clock, it’d been twenty minutes and still….nothing. In frustration, Richie jetted his hand out, unlocked his phone and flicked through his contacts, tapping with built up anger on ‘Eds :)’ . 

He listened to the soft ringing as he bit into his lip. “Hello-?” 

“Eddie Kasprak! I confess my love to you and you ignore me? I’ve been waiting for you to say something and you’re end is just dead-?” 

“Richie, what are you talking about?” Eddie interrupted him and Richie had to catch his breath. 

“Didn’t you get my text?” Richie asked, still breathing heavily and Eddie was silent for a few seconds. 

“No. What text?” 

Richie’s stomach dropped and he rolled right off his bed in anger. At the thump, Eddie was reeling. “Rich? Richie…hello?” 

Richie sat up and shook his head and put the phone back to his ear. “It didn’t send….I knew I shouldn’t have closed my eyes, I’m such a chicken.”

“So….you confessed your love to me?”  Eddie repeated Richie’s earlier rushed statement softly and Richie gulped. He licked his lips and started fidgeting again. 

“Yeah…but I could take it back, if you want.” Richie tripped over his words and mumbled in a way comparable to a child. Eddie chuckled softly. 

“Take it back? What are you nine? You don’t need to take it back, Rich.” 

“I don’t?” Richie repeated with a smile growing over his entire face. 

“I feel the same way.” Eddies voice went small and insecure, Richie was triumphant. He pumped his fist into the air and held back and excited yelp as he jumped on his bed like he wasn’t seventeen years old but actually nine. Suddenly, he remembered something.. 

“Hey Eds, by the way I lost that comic book you lent me.”

“Oh my god Tozier, I hate you.”

“That’d only be true if you weren’t so in love with me.” Richie teased in a sing-songy voice and Eddie scoffed. 

“I’m hanging up, you ass.”

“But I’ll see you tonight, right?” 

“Yes. Goodbye.” and with that, Eddie hung up with a huge grin on his face. 

Going Back

Solo triplets x fem. reader

Warnings: Cursing and mentions of a suicide attempt.

Summary: The reader visits her old childhood friends, Matt, Kylo, and Ben, after not seeing them for several years for their birthday.

Word count: Almost 11k (10,949 words)

A/n: Lots of fluff and some drama. Instead of breaking it up into parts I tried to write it as one. (lol been working on this for a while now(sorry I’ve been so busy btw, teaching it so tough!!! :( )) I was inspired to write this after listening to ‘Lovesong’ by The Cure. Special thanks to @skellingtonbatz for the help!!

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Just Come On (5)

Summary: Zombie Boy is still as popular as always and someone makes a mean move, New Kid Nine makes a reply to that. Someone new meets Nine, but why does Eleven seem so hesitant to talk to that new person?

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A/N: It’s currently 2:30am and my hands, arms, neck, and head hurt. But I love you guys, so here you guys go!!!!!

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Originally posted by thegalaxyrailways

Zombie Boy

Chapter 5

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You and Will walked through the halls of Hawkin’s Middle School, your hands were dangerously close yet that only made you feel more protected. The kids around you seemed to be more interested in you than any of their conversations or any of their classes, their eyes not leaving your figure for even a second. 

Your held your head low and felt your breathing become harder as the eyes became almost too much to handle. Will noticed the tension and wrapped his index finger around yours in an almost unnoticeable hand-hold. He whispered to you while coming up to a corner.

“I’m Zombie Boy, you’re New Kid. I think you’ll be okay,” He gave a side glance to you and smiled. You raised your eyebrows before smiling slowly, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly. Once you both turned the corner, you felt Will pull back as someone much more confident than you both stepped in front of you two. 

“Hey, Zombie Boy,” The boy laughed and the others around laughed along, watching as he shoved past Will. You felt Will’s grip on your hand falter before he became even more tense, holding onto your hand like a lifeline. You felt the fear in him, you could feel his heart race and his hands get sweaty, but the most prominent sense was his mind. This happened before, you knew that because he wasn’t as heightened as he would be if it was a now thing. 

You let go from him and ignored his need for you to come back, to carry on as if nothing had happened. But that wasn’t it, something did happen and you were going to fix it. He was your friend, like you, he had to be with that Monster and he knew what it felt like. He knew that you were different and he didn’t want you any other way. He gave away his privileges for you to have at least a second of happiness. As you neared the boy, you grabbed onto his shirt and took a step to swoop in front of him.

“Say sorry,” You stared at him, your eyes narrowing into a deep glare. You could see the worry in Will’s eyes as he tried to get in front of the crowd that formed the second you’d dared to talk to the boy. Will knew who he was, Benson Avery, one of the new kids who’d been pushed to the top of the pyramid for being a good football player. 

Ben built up a laugh while snatching the sleeve of his jacket away from you, he turned to his side to see if his buddies were there, which they weren’t. They knew Zombie Boy, not some New Kid. Who knew who you were. “Really? He literally came back to life, that’s like, freaky.”

You felt your jaw tighten the more he opened his mouth, your palms opening up as you stiffened your fingers. You felt the need to make him sorry, but you knew Will wouldn’t want you to. If not with your mind, then with your words. Since this morning, he’s been teaching you every word he could, every meaning. There was one that you absolutely needed, one that was great for this moment. But what was it? Oh, right.

“Bitch.” 

You felt a flame of victory warm up your chest as you heard the gasps and laughter erupting from the students around. You say Ben furrow his eyebrows in anger, in embarrassment. You could feel the stinging of his embarrassment and didn’t expect what came next. 

Ben grabbed onto the collar of your shirt and glared, his eyes staring into yours while you scanned his expressions. “You think you’re so funny? Really? You’re a new kid, you’ll get your ass kicked. By me, my friends, everyone.” You felt your hands at your sides twitch and you brought your hand up to where he held you, wrapping your fingers around his wrist tightly.

Now you felt it, the burning hatred within every fiber of his being. The feeling that came to you when Papa left, the feeling that came when you fought off the Monster, the feeling that was there when you destroyed a whole testing room. Burning, seething anger. 

You gripped onto his wrist and watched as his eyes went wide, his arm twitching rapidly as his fingers and hand went limp. You held his arm and lowered it away from you, feeling the fear and confusion course through his veins and the lukewarm tears start to glaze over. 

“Leave Will alone,” You let go of his wrist and quickly shoved your hands into your pockets, speeding over to where you knew Will had been pushed back. You flew past the crowding students and grabbed onto his hand, ushering him to continue on your original route. “Go.”

“What happened?” Will worriedly stopped in the middle of the hall, holding onto your hand to make sure you didn’t move. You kept your eyes ahead at the hallway ahead of you until he tugged on your hand again, “Are you okay?”

“Go,” You turned to him and he’d noticed the blood slowly start to stream down your nose and over your lip. He understandingly nodded and you wiped away the blood while you two pushed forward. As you did, you could feel his hand return to yours. 

“You know, whatever you did, thanks.” 

You glanced at him and saw the smile that had slowly appeared on his lips. You gradually caught the smile and joy from him and stared ahead as he did, your shoes muffled clicking keeping the silence bearable. He held onto your hand a bit tighter and you did the same. You heard Will let out a small, subtle snort of laughter and you scrunched up your nose.

“Zombie Boy.”

“New Kid.”

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Dustin tapped on the side of his desk during the class, both patiently and impatiently waiting for you and Will to get there. He could tell that Will was there because he’d seen him earlier that morning while trying to get you to stop trying to go into the boy's’ bathroom, and because he’d seen him sneak to get you a lunch. But he still hasn’t seen or heard from him for almost half the day.

Just as the class began to wrap up, his hope of you and him barging in with a late notice, disappeared. Dustin sighed as the bell dismissed them and he grabbed his bookbag that’s pockets were filled with Mars bars and some other things such as an extra water bottle. He walked over to the door and before he could leave, the door opened and there Will was.

He noticed the other students trying to get through and he quickly gestured over the others while running to the AV room. As they skidded to a stop and shut the door, Dustin looked over to Will with a completely deadpan look.  

“Dude, where have you been?” He gave him a shit-faced look and watched as Will quickly released your hand to begin speaking with no sketchy moves. He began to explain while the others were almost baffled at what he’d said next. “Nine fought Benson? Holy shit.”

Eleven watched the others talk and walked over to you, scooping up your hands into hers, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” You watched her eyes flood with worry, the cold feeling of concern fill her body with that small flame of anger still trapped and being held back for an answer.

“No,” You spoke while keeping your voice low. As you glanced over at Will, you could see the way he felt proud yet still nervous for both you and the entire Party. You slowly looked back toward Eleven with a serious expression, “He hurt Will.” Before Eleven could speak, a red-haired girl silently appeared and you held your hand up in defense.

She jumped back, “Woah, sorry.” You slowly let your hand down and Eleven parted ways from you while side-glaring at the girl while walking away. You watched as the girl walked toward you and you slowly took an awkward, uncomfortable step back. She held her hand out, “Lucas told me what happened. I’m Max, you’re Nine, right?”

You grabbed her hand as Will had taught you and let her shake your hand gently. As you shook her hand, you nodded along to every word she said. She’d told you how Lucas said you were Eleven’s sibling, had powers, had this weird teleportation thing, and couldn’t speak very well. As she finished up, she concluded with a “right?” 

It took you a second to figure out what it meant before you responded.

“Right.”

fallinfor-youreyes  asked:

Hi! If you're taking prompts, 7 for the fictional kiss prompt with Rosvolio please!

“That is the second time your husband has interrupted us,” Isabella noted once the door had closed behind Lieutenant Montague, leaving the ladies in the quiet solitude of the visiting parlor. Stirring sugar into her tea, she discarding the spoon with the faint chime of silver on fine bone china. “Indeed, were I not long acquainted with him, I might think he took objection to our tête-à-tête.”

Rosaline took a sip of tea, but it was not enough to conceal her exasperation. “It is no more than boredom, I assure you. Shut up in this house with no soldiers, no sabers, and no horses? I do not know why he stays, truth to tell.”

“Do you not?”

She graced her friend with a look of such frank bewilderment that, upon seeing it, a soft smile stole Isabella’s air of mischief.

“It does my heart good to see that you and your husband have become so well acquainted in my absence.”

Tea sloshed over the rim of Rosaline’s cup, pooling in its saucer, which quickly found a home on the table, so as not to stain her muslin.

“Well acquainted?” she repeated with no small incredulity.

It was true that, but a moment ago, Benvolio had bowed his way out of the parlor, having interrupted them on some thin pretext, kissing his wife’s proffered hand as if the whole of Verona stood by, ready to call counterfeit on this farce of a love match. He had turned at the door as if reluctant to leave—a prudent gesture with Isabella freshly back from town and in frequent confidence of Verona’s biggest gossipmongers—before absenting their company so quickly that, some months ago, she would have deemed him unspeakably rude.

In truth, the new Lieutenant and Mrs. Montague had become quite adept at feigning affection, both in company and the relative privacy of their home; but if anyone might have seen through the ruse, she expected it of Isabella.

Not so. Isabella sipped her tea, pretending that her hum was in appreciation of the flavor, and fooling Rosaline not for an instant. Sweet and leading, the sound carried an undercurrent of archness tailored to make her spill her secrets.

“Our neighbors are less likely to call the constable on suspected murder,” she allowed, “but I’d hardly call us amiable.”

“I’d hardly call you amiable either.”

Rosaline could not help her reaction, a scoff that belied her good breeding, and was covered ill by the belated clearing of her throat. “Your time abroad has made you imaginative,” she said wryly, “but pray, save fancies of that sort for my sister.”

“Oh, come, Mrs. Montague,” said Isabella, as if they had not been the most intimate of friends since childhood, “there’s no need to play coy. When I left for Venice, you could scarcely speak of the man without shocking half the ton with the sharpness of your tongue. And yet here you are, two months wed, and as agreeable as ever I saw you.”

She could not deny it, but the supposition that her husband had any bearing on her complexion seemed too ridiculous to entertain.

“It is your company, and not his, that lifts my spirits.” Leaning forward as if to share a confidence, she clasped her friend’s hand. “If only you did not go on with such uncharacteristic foolishness, I would be pleased to share tea with you every afternoon.”

Isabella laughed, turning her hand to curl her fingers around Rosaline’s. “I have missed you, Rosaline.”

“And I you. Now,” she said brightly, redirecting the conversation as neatly as she could, “tell me of your time in Venice.”

Isabella allowed herself to be diverted. For a time they talked of little else besides the politics of court, a subject which interested Isabella far more than the gossip of town or the fashions from Milan. Rosaline, for her part, cared for politics only insofar as they absorbed Mr. Montague, her husband’s odious uncle, whose recent absence had lifted a cloud of misery from the estate.

A rap of knuckles echoed through the door, startling her. Setting down her tea, she smoothed her muslin gown and called, “Come in.” If her tone did not quite befit her station, well, that could hardly be helped when she had been scrubbing pots not a twelvemonth since.

Benvolio poked his head around the door, and Rosaline sighed in exasperation. “Ben—-Lieutenant Montague, surely the ledgers can wait for a time when we are not entertaining.”

Ignoring her objection, he strode into the room, bowing his head quite respectfully at Miss Isabella Prince, and smiling at his wife in a way that was decidedly less so.

“Pardon the interruption, Beloved, but have you not missed me? I am told many a newly married woman will sigh her days away for want of her husband’s company.”

Rosaline hummed in the back of her throat, a veneer of indifference to match his smug mien. “Was it your cousin who told you such an egregious falsehood?”

“Perhaps,” he acknowledged as if he could not recall, but amusement proved him false. Their cousins’ foolhardy elopment had authored their ill-fated union, but over time familial fondness had overcome their frustrations, until they could speak of it quite freely.

“That aside, I mislaid a rather important letter from a superior officer. Have you seen it?”

Indeed she had, as he had shared its contents with her several hours past. She allowed him the charade, as it was hardly suitable for officers to speak of war with their wives over breakfast.

Upon discovering it, she had stowed the letter in question beneath the tea tray. When she held it up to him, the rakish slant of his smile yielded to genuine gratitude. His fingers closed around hers on the letter, and her chin tilted slantways on habit, presenting her cheek to him. The scratch of his beard had become so familiar as to be unremarkable, but his thanks, murmured against her skin, stirred something wholly unexpected within her.

Hastily dropping the letter, she tucked her chin to escape him, and only succeeded in redirecting his lips from her cheek to her ear. Her husband’s surprised laugh reverberated across the delicate skin there—through it, in truth, echoing down her spine to curl into her stomach, purring with contentment like a cat before the hearth.

Reaching for her teacup, Rosaline spooned in a generous helping of sugar, stirring vigorously, until at last Benvolio retreated, having lingered far longer than was proper.

He inclined his head. “Thank you for your time, Mrs. Montague, Miss Prince.”

His wife, spooning more sugar into her tea, made no response, but her friend made up for her lack of decorum.

“It was good to see you again so soon, Lieutenant Montague,” she said quite politely. “Perhaps when next you call on us, you might bring a fresh pot of tea. I believe Rosaline has quite ruined hers.”

Frowning at the galaxy of crystals in her cup, he muttered, “I will fetch a servant.”

His head bobbed forward, though it was not present in the moment; he stopped short when his wife’s knuckles did not present themselves for a kiss, and, with furrowed brows, adapted the motion into a short bow before repairing to another part of the house.

Isabella watched him go with a melancholy air. “Not all of us can hope for love to blossom with the husbands our families choose for us.”

Rosaline settled her teacup behind the pot, where she might not sip it accidentally. Her fingers ached from her tight grip on the fine china; she slipped them into her lap, massaging them discreetly.

“At last you speak sensibly.”

Her friend recovered her good humor quite suddenly, shaking her head. “One of us must.”

“Fear not,” Rosaline said, “you may yet be free of the whims of some gentleman. We swore a vow as girls, do you remember? Do not let your brother dissuade you from spinsterhood.”

Presently, the maid appeared with fresh tea, and soon their earlier conversations were forgotten. Benvolio did not avail himself of their company again, but between her pleasure at seeing her friend again and vexation over the knowing smile that would not leave Isabella’s face, Rosaline was much too preoccupied to care.

Excuse My French [Part 7]

Pairing: Peter X Reader
Warnings: Some Angst, Some Language
A/N: you guys are probably thinking - uh, what? she actually updated? it’s been like ten YEARS (and you’re totally right). I finally was able to finish this part, I ended up cutting it into two parts so yes, I’m dragging this series out to eight parts (lord save me if it gets longer than that). thanks so so much for sticking with me while I took so long to update, I hope you guys are liking it still and feel free to continue requests (it will be a while till I get to em). REMINDER: I do not have a tags list. I’ve been getting several asks and messages so please remember this!

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He’s Spider-Man. He’s Spider-Man. He’s Spider-Man.

Those were the only words that managed to go through your brain as Peter landed on the ledge outside your window. He held you steady while your trembling fingers managed to pulled the window up, and go through.

You remembered your mother jokingly telling you that the windows were perfect for sneaking out at night, because she knew you would never do it - yet here you were, along with the guy you dated for like two minutes, who also happened to be a crime-fighting hero.

After the events of the last hour, all you wanted to do was give in to your exhaustion and anxiety and pass out for a few hours, but Peter promised an explanation and you needed one.

He hopped into your room a second after you did, ripping his mask off and shaking his head like a dog, which you might’ve found funny in any other circumstance. Instead you wrung your hands together and stood in the center of your room, trying to breathe through your nose evenly before you freaked out.

You knew New York wasn’t the safest place in the world, that much was obvious, but you never actually thought you’d be caught up in a mess like you just had been. All you could think about was that man grabbing you, the things they said, if Peter hadn’t been there-

“Are you okay?” Peter interrupted your thoughts with a tense tone, his hands hovering slightly like he wanted to hold you again like he had in the alley, but was afraid of your reaction.

“I don’t know,” you answered truthfully, bitting your lip, “I-I almost got hurt right now, and now I find out you’re Spider-Man; I don’t know.”

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The Good Parent - Part Five

Summary: After taking a long break at work and finally returning, you were already working overtime on your very first day. You happened to be the kindergartener of the son of Dean Winchester, a busy hunter, who would turn out to be the reason for a lot of trouble for you.

Words: 1536

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Warnings: none

A/N: This is still a rewritten part. Including Part 7, everything will be rewritten forms of the old parts.

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alone (bichie)

summary: two boys are alone but find peace and a home within one another
warnings: abuse mention, neglect, two sad boys :( 
pairing: bichie (richie x bill)
a/n: the boys are around 17 in this ok? ok. also there’s angst but also some fluff..kinda? honestly, this came out sadder than i intended. (i choked up writing this, not gonna lie).

“You know your life is sad when you feel unwanted in your own home.”

It had been quiet between the two teenagers until then, neither of them speaking as they laid down on a quilt under the night sky. It had rained earlier during the day and they both knew that their more than occasional sneaking-out-to-simply-not-feel-so-alone meet up wouldn’t be comfortable laying in the damp grass. So, Bill had grabbed a quilt before leaving his house to meet up with Richie. They usually didn’t talk much during the hours they just laid beside each other while either staring above them or to the boy beside them.

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From Eden: Ch. I

There are things that put one to sleep and things that keep them awake, despite all other intentions. The world is split into these things and nothing else. Even when tired and even when looking for reasons to wake, somethings just don’t work. It was the flopping of pages onto the floor that startled Lexa awake despite her deep and unending need for more, despite the battle of both categories raging in her head. That and the sun that she tried to burrow against into her pillows. That and the tingling numbness that shot through her arm as it moved around in her bed as she tried to adjust. The sounds of morning started to filter into her awareness as she rubbed her arm, hoping to get life enough back into it as it was accompanied by grumbles of protest and utter complaint.

Weary and sore, Lexa sat up in bed and pushed her hair around. The bed, though her own, felt foreign and new once more while at the same time holding the faintest feeling of something she remembered. Four months in a hotel in Nebraska had nothing on the view from her bed at home. A month before that bouncing around world promoting meant a host of beds that each took a familiarity away from this moment. Beach and sunshine were a wall here for her, and from her bed, Lexa tried to remember that this is where she was now, at least until she finished reading and chose the next location.

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“Broken”

You had been sat here for a few hours now – solitary. Stark Tower had become the base of operations for the Avengers whom you had reluctantly joined. Your reputation for insane combat skills and your tough exterior got you onto SHIELD’s radar - though not necessarily in the best way. The only reason you were not chained up and left in a rotting cell was because you were more useful working with the Avengers than against them. You neither liked them or disliked them - they were your team-mates; colleagues and nothing more.
Their relationship with each other, on the other hand, was more jovial than you cared to think about so when Stark suggested playing a game of cards, you retreated from the room forthwith. On one of the upper floors, you sat at the bar with a glass of whiskey that you swirled slowly around the glass. You were used to your own company and found that time alone with your thoughts was valuable. However, being frequently in the company of the Avengers had begun to acclimatise you to being around people. It irritated you that you were beginning to miss the sound of laughter and conversation when you were usually so content without it.

As you sat, silently scolding yourself for wanting company, somebody entered the room. Their entrance would have been almost unnoticeable had you not felt the hairs on the back of your neck shift slightly at the displacement within in the room. Placing your glass down gently, you waited a few seconds until you could be sure the person was behind you. When they were, you pushed back off the chair and threw your leg up in a kick that collided with the chest of the assailant.
You watched as their figure flew backwards through the air before hitting the pillar in the middle of the room where they slumped down. Their long hair covered their face so that it took you a minute to determine who it was. With a quick flick of the head, the man was able to reveal his face to you.

Loki.

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Hidden Rooms - Part 2

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Jughead has followed a mysterious new girl to a room that provides students with escape. He starts to learn more about the girl to only find himself infatuated with her.

Jughead x Reader

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It was the final bell and I was off to my locker. As I turned a corner, there she was again. She was leaned up against the wall of lockers and upon seeing me, perked up from her position.

“You knew where my locker was?”, I gave an eyebrow.

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pop culture - chapter 1

“Adulthood in a town like Derry is even worse than childhood. The listless, empty ramblings of days dragging on in a town that felt like one-size-too-small-shoes sat heavier on the recently graduated than the younger children. Before you were eighteen and responsible for your own lunch money, you could spend your interminable afternoons exploring the surrounding environment, friends of friends abound. Escaping to the arcade and seeing the same films six times at the same theater was an acceptable amount of nothing to do at twelve years old. But when nineteen years hit Bill Denbrough and college acceptance letters didn’t, the sudden, overwhelming, nothingness of nowhere Maine became too heavy to bear.”

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A Soulmate to remember chapter 21

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, chapter 11,Chapter 12, Chapter 13,Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16,Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19,  Chapter 20

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TW: abuse, like one slap

     You had to last at least five minutes. That’s how long they were giving you. Five whole minutes. If You couldn’t last five minutes you weren’t going.

    Dick stared you down from his side of the mat. They had thought about Jason, and they had thought about Bruce, but after analyzing all of the personnel data, those that dealt with the captive women were closer to Dick when it came to size, stature, and relatively similar to temperament. They’d still beat you up, but at least they wouldn’t go full force. Maybe pull about half of their punches. Dick was only going to pull maybe one or two.

   Alfred was basically the ref, everyone else waited, watching. That included the pack of League Founders that knew of our mission and would be offering back up support. But Bruce was determined to keep it within the Batfamily. But the League needed to approve of my involvement.

 You think Bruce just didn’t want to deal with their Bitc- nagging- if he did it anyway.

    Alfred nodded,“Begin.”

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Zootopia Fanfiction Take A Stand: Star of Ceartais Ch.17- Requiem

(AN/Hey Folks it’s Garouge/Crewefox here with another chapter of Star of Ceartais. Thank you to everyone who liked, followed, faved, reblogged and reviewed the last update. And also a massive thank you to the SOC development team who helped craft this chapter, also a big thanks to zigelzeig who has created his OC Ronin for this fic. So without further ado lets get cracking with this chapter…) Here’s a ff.net link…

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12439999/18/Take-A-Stand-Star-Of-Ceartais

Chapter 17- Requiem

Nick had woken up at 5.30 am, as his internal body clock willed him to awake from years of getting up early to head to the precinct, he found the love of his life snoozing on his chest and smiled. When Judy had told him that she and Aleks had fought off the traitorous Corona and Anders he didn’t feel any sense of worry, he was still impressed and enamoured that Judy could still fight to the best of her ability even after all the years on the force. Nick also had to begrudgingly admit to himself that it was good that Aleks had been there, he still didn’t 100% approve of the young cop dating his daughter but he had proved himself brave by helping Judy.

Judy started to stir awake, she took a big inhale of her mate’s scent before saying sleepily “Morning Slick.”

“Hey Fluff,” Nick replied, stroking Judy’s velvety ears “how about we skip work today and spend all day in bed?”

“You’ve been trying to get me to do that for over fifteen years and every time I give you the same answer; no.” Judy answered with a yawn, sitting up in bed and ending the sentence with a peck on Nick’s cheek.

“You can’t blame me for trying, you’re too beautiful to let go of.” Nick charmed, pulling Judy into a hug.

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