#anyway. this came from seeing a tik tok of a middle school kid and her cabinet full of vitamins creams and etc-

[viperbooty]

im tired of seeing people genuinely say that Astarion "looks too old". Or get upset when he makes An Expression and theres lines on his forehead when his brows crease or raise, and laugh lines when he smirks. Sorry that the 200 year old abused elf* has signs of Being Alive and not being Etched Marble.

*[i get elves are forever beings but astarion has lived a rough fucking life - he should show signs goddamnit.]

[xserpentlife]

Trippin

Requested: Yes - Hey are requests still open? If so do you think you could so one where it's a Jughead or Sweet Pea x reader where the reader is usually super clumsy, so he's usually prepared to save them and stuff, But the reader gets a pair of heelys and he doesn't find out until he sees the reader holding onto one their friends jackets or back packs running through the halls?

A/N: I hope y’all love this. I really love the way it turned out so I hope you do too.

WC: 1845

Sweet Pea’s POV

5 months ago I noticed Y/N for the first time. We were friends, always had been. Walking home from Pops with Fangs on my left and Y/N to my right. We were making our way to our trailers on the Southside. After a long week of school, Pops was our escape. No care in the world we were walking aimlessly along the stone sidewalks and uneven ground. Y/N stepped up and must have mistook how high or uneven the ground was and somehow I instinctively saw her falling as I reached out and grabbed the end of her backpack. I grabbed on to it as she screamed, but I stopped her from falling before she could hit the ground.

“Ahhhh!, What the…!” I lifted her back up placing her onto her feet.  

“How did you...?”

“I dunno” She looked at me before turning back and running into her trailer as we soon made our way into Sunnyside Trailer park.

The second time we were waiting for a meeting. An emergency Serpent meeting had been called and luckily I was in the area, I texted Y/N about it and she was on her way running from her job on the Northside. She was trying to get there as fast as she could but the meeting had to start before she arrived. I heard a bike pull into the lot upstairs, and I heard pounding down the steps, and again I felt that instinctive feeling. I opened the door as she came barreling in landing in the booth in front of her. I went back over and stood next to Fangs as she collected herself, slipping out of her work vest and putting on her Serpent jacket.

“You know if you hadn’t opened that door she would have run face-first into it right?”

“Nah, Fangs she would’ve…”

“Bro did you see how fast she was running”

“But…”

“You two have some weird psychic shit going on or something”

“I don’t know Fangs”

“Hey, guys!” I turned to see Y/N’s makeup done, Serpent Jacket on, beautiful. I saw her.

The third time was when I saw her clumsiness once again, her goofiness, as she was running late to a class, running down the hallway full speed. She turned a corner running straight down the hallway as she turned the corner too sharp and came barrelling towards the lockers, but instead she came towards where I was standing and barreled straight into my chest as I fell and she fell right on top of me.

“Pea oh my god are you ok!”

“Date me”

“What, did you hit your head?” she started standing up as she grabbed my hand “C’mon we gotta bring you to the nurse, get up you big oaf” I started standing but I pulled her back down and put my hand on her cheek waiting for her to react before I did anything.

“I’m serious” I brought my lips to hers slowly. She bit her lip as I pulled away.

“Okay”

“Is that a yes…?”

“Yes Pea, i'll go on a date with you” we were a we

The fourth time was months later, finals had just finished and we were finally graduating. Cheryl was throwing her end of the year bash. Red solo cups everywhere, kids trying to play with the various vases and China that Thistlehouse had locked away. Cheryl yells every 5 seconds for someone to put something down, and Toni follows behind her to calm her down. The normal things that always went on. I couldn’t find Y/N though. I had lost her as she wandered away midway through the party and went with Toni and Fangs as they pulled me away for a game of beer pong. I heard everyone screaming shouting a bunch of “Do it’s” and “yes’s” and “you got this'' from various areas of the party until I looking up and saw Y/N. She was on the small roof of the Thistlehouse guest house, where a couch had been placed, standing on it, dangerous as it was for her clumsiness. Aside from that, she was trying to jump into the pool that stood below her.

“Y/N what are you doing!”

“Hi babyyyyyy”

“Y/N baby get down” I didn’t care that she had fun. That was not my worry, my worry was her and the danger she was in at the moment. I saw her ready to jump, luckily the building was fairly short, I could climb up right now, I knew if she would jump I could catch her, or her falling I could do the same. I had Fangs and Jug come up behind me as a backup, as she jumped I stood underneath watching as she jumped directly down completely missing the pool that Jughead thought she was going to hit the edge of, which caused him to fall in, while she landed directly into my arms.

“Oh nooooooo, Juggy”

“Its okay princess”

“Fangs can you help him while I get her home”

“Course” the 5-minute walk to the truck felt like the calmest moments of my life, her and me the trees and woods surrounding us and the sounds of the birds singing. Her head nuzzled into my chest. I felt love.

And now we’re here month 5, and on the 5th month with the love of my life. We both started working at the Wyrm, shifts on the weekend covering bar shifts. We were the only two who apparently knew each other’s movements well enough to work together efficiently and timely enough in the confined space of the bar. But this night, in particular, she was trying to impress Fangs and Toni. She had been learning some bar tricks from Tik Tok and wanted to show them a few of the moves. She was doing good and all, until one I knew wasn’t gonna end well.

“Fangs, T, wanna see a cool trick?”

“Yeah Y/N do it”

“Yeah, I wanna see” I watched the bottle swing up as it was about to land on her head, the spin not quite right on the bottle, she ducked down as the bottle was coming close to her head, I hadn’t even heard anything as I was talking to a customer but I knew. I reached upright as I turned around. Stepping right in front of her catching it before it could even come close to hitting her as everyone around us cheered. She grabbed my hand standing back up again.

“Thanks”

“Anytime” we stared into the eyes of each other, for some reason I didn’t wanna look away. As her lips came to mine slowly.

“Marry me”

“What!”

“I’ll do this again in a fancier way I promise, but… marry me”

“No”

“What?”

“No, I mean I don’t need the fanciness, I just know, Yes Pea!, It’s a yes”

“Its a yes!”

“Mhm” Everyone around us cheered once again. The happiness running through me. She was my person. The connectedness I felt for her I never felt for anyone. The constant clumsiness that she had that always made me laugh. The extra change of clothes I kept in my car because she always spilled food or coffee down the front of herself, not to mention all the coffee that she spilled in my truck on our morning coffee runs. Or even the amount of times I’ve watched her phone drop on her face in the middle of the night and had to kiss it better. Or the hundreds upon thousands of times she's fallen up the stairs. Those are the things I love about this girl. But what I love most is the way I can catch her when she falls, the way I know when she is gonna run into a door and I can open it for her, or even when I can be that barrier and break that fall for her. I can be that cushion that she needs. I love her. I want to marry her.

5 months later we had our wedding, Yeah, it wasn’t a long time to plan, but we didn’t need long. It was small and intimate. I stood at the front of the aisle, the flowers surrounding me as I waited for her to walk down. Our favorite song playing in my ears because she didn’t want to walk down the aisle to the traditional here comes the bride. Fangs was gonna be the one to walk her down, her father, a serpent had been killed years ago on a job, Fangs had been there for her as a brother since she was a kid. A brother to me as well, I was ready. Ready to take this beautiful woman as my wife. Our officiant standing behind me ready to make this whole thing official. FP standing off to the side as support as one of my groomsmen along with Jughead, Fangs my best man once he was done walking her down. Her side consists of Betty, Cheryl, and Toni.

I heard the song start, the music playing as everyone took their seats and began to quiet down. The nerves are beginning to rack through me. FP smacking me on the back as he came and stood behind me. I shook out my arms as I brought my hands together.

The doors shot open as Fangs came running in Y/N holding onto his back *I was wondering why had such a long aisle* She let go soon as Fangs whipped her forward, as she came barrelling towards me, she had a short white poofy dress on. Almost cupcake-like. And I looked to her feet to see Heelys. DaNgER was all I thought to myself. She just kept going as she came barreling into my arms as I caught her and helped her stand upright.

“Fancy meeting you here”

“Oh yeah?”

“Thought I’d make us meet the same way we always do”

“Mmm oh yeah baby, just wanted to live in danger, add a little clumsiness to the wedding huh, you’re the clumsiest person I know so I think you’d do that anyway”

“Hey!” she smacked me on the chest as I leaned down kissing her on the cheek before helping her up onto the step by the officiant. Toni handed Y/N her regular bottoms to the Heelys so that she could wear them as normal sneakers for the rest of the night. The wedding went by smoothly as vows were exchanged and the kiss. The best kiss of my life. I stepped down the stairs about to take her hand but she decided to come down tripping as she did until I caught her so she wouldn’t fall.

“See… clumsy, I look over for five seconds and you end up like this...”

“Hey… well, now you’re married to clumsy MR!”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way Princess” I kissed her before helping her stand up straight, grabbing her hand as everyone clapped and blew bubbles as we exited down the aisle.

[bqstqnbruin]

Under the Mistletoe

Ok, there are no Ethan Keppen GIFs but this is one with Mitch as your brother, so we’re gonna go with a Mitch GIF. ANYWAY, this was requested forever ago, but since I’ve been studying and also suck, I just finished it, so I hope you like it! 

Also Merry Christmas in July, I saw @hockeylvr59​ doing something with Christmas in July and it kinda inspired me to do it, too (if you hate that I’ll take it down 😶)

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Ethan insisted that you go to the party since it was the first one where everyone in his group of friends was home from school and hockey in the last few years. You tried to tell him you didn’t want to, especially since he and your brother had a lot of mutual friends from playing hockey growing up, but he thought it would be fine since Mitch wasn’t going to even be home for another day or two. Ethan was still afraid to tell Mitch that you two were dating, and honestly, you felt the same way. You loved Mitch, but as his younger sister, his protectiveness of you was absolutely terrifying.

You were sitting on the couch that was in the basement, one of the guys convinced his parents to let him have ‘a few friends over,’ which turned into the entire hockey team that he and Ethan were on, random kids from the school they went to, and anyone else that heard about it showing up and probably trashing the house. He had managed to decorate his basement with Christmas decorations, half the guys wearing Santa hats, the other half wearing an open Santa suit jacket with no shirt on underneath it. Why they did this, you didn’t know, but you had to admit, the thought of Ethan with just the suit jacket on was a nice one, even if he had opted for the Santa hat. 

“But it’s your first Christmas together, you have to post some sort of picture on your Instas!” Jacklyn whines, throwing herself down on the couch next to you. Ethan jumps a little, not expecting his beer to spill on his leg, throwing his arm around you and pulling you in trying to ward off Jacklyn. “Or, ohh! Do that Tik Tok challenge where it’s like one person is like ‘this is my best friend, they don’t know I’m in love with them, why don’t I kiss them!’”

“There are so many things wrong with what just came out of you,” you say, laughing, Ethan not even paying attention to the conversation. “First, there is nothing anywhere that says we have to post a picture. Second, Mitch follows us on social media and would murder both of us if he found out we were dating by seeing a picture instead of telling him. Third, I don’t have a Tik Tok and don’t want to make a video. And, fourth, there are so many challenges out there, and you pick that one? We’re already dating.”

“It’s funny, it’s cute, and why not? Oh, come on! Ethan, you have a Tik Tok, don’t you?”

“What?” he says, snapping away from the conversation with the guy standing in front of him, who now was also paying attention to the conversation.

Jacklyn goes on to explain the challenge she was telling you about, Ethan raising his eyebrow and giving her a look that says, ‘you’ve got to be kidding.’ “That sounds like a better challenge for you and Aidan.” Your jaw drops as Jacklyn’s face goes white.

“I don’t like you. We’re not friends,” she deadpans, Ethan’s friend freaking out about it.

“No way, is this the girl Aidan was talking about?” his friend asks, plopping down at your feet. “Oh, I’m Trevor, by the way,” he says, reaching out his hand to you. Not really processing what was going on past Jacklyn and Aidan, you reach out and half-heartedly introduced yourself. Jacklyn and Aidan would be cute together, and that was what you were focused on more. “He’s been talking about this one girl who he’s like in love with, who he thought only liked as a friend. That’s got to be you, he said you two were like best friends.”

“Oh, come on. He’s close with a lot of girls, it could be anyone” Jacklyn tries to defend herself. You look over to Ethan who nods, mouthing ‘it’s her.’ 

“Nah, he said something about the ring this girl always wears; it’s extravagant and her dad gave it to her for her last birthday. It’s got the red birthstone on it,” Trevor goes on while Jacklyn looks at the ring on her middle finger, the one fitting Trevors description. While Trevor thinks more about the girl that had to be Jacklyn, he snags Ethan’s beer and downs what was left of it. 

“I was drinking that!” he protests, removing his arm from around you to go get more, “And you’re talking about a ruby, dude.” 

“He knows birthstones?” Jacklyn asks.

“His mom’s best friend owns the jewelry store downtown, remember? But that’s not what we’re talking about. Why don’t you go do that Tik Tok Challenge with Aidan since you two aren’t already dating like Ethan and I are?” 

“There’s no way I could do that! He’s talking to people!” Jacklyn squeals, tucking her legs underneath her.

“Isn’t the point of the challenge to catch them off guard?” you ask her. 

Ethan comes back, drinks in hand for you, him, and Trevor. “If he rejects you then you tell him we dared you to do it and that you never back down from a dare.”

“If I do this, then you have to post a picture of you and Y/N kissing under the mistletoe,” she tries to bargain with you. 

She’s good enough friends with both you and Ethan to know that doing that would lead to Mitch finding out. You look at Ethan again, taking a drink of the beer. If this was something you had to do, it would be easier if weren’t completely sober for this. “I could put it on snap, Mitch doesn’t have me there,” he suggests. 

“You actually have to kiss him first or we aren’t doing it,” you tell her.

Trevor from the floor, says, “I’ll film it,” as he’s watching the interaction unfold, Jacklyn’s face getting more and more red as time goes on. You all look over to the wall where Aidan was standing, talking to one of the guys from the team and what looked to be his girlfriend. “We can do that, ‘there’s my best friend part he doesn’t know I’m in love with him,’ while he’s talking to them.” 

“I still don’t know what this whole thing entails but whatever,” you say, snuggling closer to Ethan as he kisses your head. “You’re sure you don’t follow my brother on Snapchat?”

“As far as I know,” he shrugs, pulling out his phone to check. No Mitch Marner anywhere on his friend’s list. “Nope, we’re good.” 

Trevor starts filming Jacklyn with Aidan in the background, her looking more nervous than she wanted to show. There was no way she would actually do this. And that would mean no risk of your brother somehow seeing you kissing Ethan on social media. “Do you think she’ll actually go through with it?” you whisper in Ethan’s ear, reaching up to play with the end of his Santa hat. 

“Can I still kiss you under the mistletoe if she doesn’t?” he whispers back, his eyes flicking between your own and your lips. 

“That’s so cliche when you could just kiss me right now.” He does as you say, only to be interrupted by Jacklyn saying something about having to wait until she kisses Aidan. No way would she go through with this, right?

“Well, when are you going to actually do it?” you ask, finishing off the beer in your cup.

“Once he’s not with other people.”

“It’s a party. How likely is it that he’s going to be alone any time soon?” Trevor says, still holding the phone up to record what she’s about to do. 

“Looks like it would be pretty likely,” Ethan says, motioning over to a now alone Aidan, standing there looking at his phone while nursing the drink in his hand. 

Jacklyn looks at you, mortified, eyes wide and probably starting to shake. “You can’t be making me do this.” 

“You were going to make us do this. If you really don’t want to do it, no one is forcing you. Trevor can just delete the videos you already took,” you point out, which seems to calm her a little bit. “Seriously, you don’t have to do this if you aren’t comfortable doing it.”

She looks over at Aidan, him still looking down at his phone. Ethan and Trevor look back and forth between you and Jacklyn, “Get the camera ready,” she says to Trevor. 

She gets once Trevor has the video going, focusing on Aidan as Jacklyn goes up to him. They’re either far enough away that they’re out of earshot, or they’re just talking incredibly quietly so that you can’t hear them. You and Ethan are leaning forward, Ethan’s arm snaking around your waist and pulling him closer to you. If she does this, you would have to post the picture of you two under the mistletoe that’s hung at the bottom of the stairs, and even though Ethan knew he didn’t have your brother as a friend on Snapchat, something in him was convinced he would see it anyway. 

You could feel your heart racing, actually getting excited to see her kiss Aidan when you heard a commotion upstairs. Ignoring it, you put your hand on Ethan’s thigh, squeezing it as Jacklyn actually kisses Adian, taking way longer than the challenge was probably meant to take. She gives him a quick peck, pulling away as Aidan looks shocked, not saying anything. She stands there for a second before starting to pull away. Aidan puts his cup on the floor, grabbing her by the arm and spinning her around to kiss her again. 

“Oh, my god!” you hear yourself say, Ethan and Trevor also freaking out over what they were watching. They pull away, both of them beaming. “Looks like we’re posting a picture together,” you say to Ethan. Jacklyn comes back over, Trevor already starting to edit the video. “So that looked like fun!” 

“We’re going out to dinner on Thursday, and then back to his place,” she says, her cheeks red with excitement, none of you actually believing what just happened.

“I wonder what all that noise was about upstairs,” Trevor finally says something. 

You and Jacklyn shrug as Ethan lifts you off the couch. “Come on Trev, you’re still on camera duty.” He brings you over to the mistletoe at the bottom of the stairs, praying that no one comes down and photobombs the picture. Ethan pulls you close to him, his hand finding the small of your back.

“If we really wanted this to be more Christmas-y, you could take Trevor’s Santa jacket,” you suggest. He rolls his eyes, a smile on his face because it’s for you. He gets the jacket from Trevor, stripping his shirt off to get the full effect. 

“We could caption it ‘I saw a Marner kissing Santa Claus,’ he says, you throwing your head back in laughter. “Ready?” he turns to Trevor who gives the thumbs up. 

Ethan kisses you, short and sweet while Trevor takes the picture. You pull away, both of you beaming as Jacklyn starts getting all mushy about how cute the photo was, how she just wished you could post it everywhere for the world could see. You were about to say something about how the entire world was going to see her and Aidan’s first kiss while Ethan kisses your cheek again, when you hear someone yelling from the top of the stairs.

“What the hell are you doing?” You and Ethan snap your attention to the voice that seemingly fell down the stairs.

Your eyes go wide, turning to Ethan, “Oh, you should,”

“Run,” you say at the same time, Ethan trying to do as you say as Mitch comes flying down the stairs. You swear he looked like he was going to kill Ethan, your boyfriend getting away just in time for you you stop Mitch in his tracks.

“What the hell are you doing?” you say to him, trying to push him away from the corner Ethan was now trapped in. 

“What does he think he’s doing?” 

“The same thing he’s been doing for months! Giving me a kiss?”

“Months?” he looks at you, visibly hurt when he realizes this is something you’ve been keeping from him.

“Come on,” you say, dragging him up the stairs and out to the front of the house. “We’ve been dating since your last playoff run and we haven’t told you because you haven’t been home and we wanted to tell you in person,” you admit once you’re alone on the lawn.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We were going to when you came home, which wasn’t supposed to be for a day or two, in my defense. Plus, every time I tell you about a new boyfriend you want to murder them.” 

“That is not true!” he defends himself. You raise your eyebrows at him, not amused when he knows you’re right. “Ok, but it’s because you’re my sister. I have to protect you.”

“That means you murder him after he breaks my heart, not when I start to fall for him.”

“Wait, do you love him,” he asks, pulling you in for a hug.

“I think so.” 

“Ugh,” he groans, dragging you back inside, “That means he’s going to be around for a while, doesn’t it?”

“Watch it, Marner.”

[yikestripes]

Homecoming

Y’ALL CAN THANK TIK TOK FOR THIS ONE, I HEARD THE SONG THAT’S ITALICIZED IN A VIDEO AND I COULDN’T GET THIS IMAGINE IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD UNTIL I WROTE IT SO HERE YOU GO!

Older!Richie x Older!Reader at their high school homecoming dance!

Okay so they’re aged up in this one, they’re like 17; they’re juniors in high school. there’s the potential for a part 2 if i get any requests ;) lemme know what you think of this one, writing it was both great and fun but also tragic (as i’m painfully single and crying in the corner but we bounce)

Richie took a deep breath, and raised his shaking arm to knock on your door. You were all meeting at your house for photos, since it was your first school dance in years. It was homecoming, and although all the boys thought it was lame, somehow, you and Bev managed to convince them to go.

Sort of.

You managed to bribe Richie with candy and empty promises, and Beverly managed to convince Bill with something special. Wherever Bill and Richie went, the rest followed suit.

Not only was this YOUR first homecoming, but it was also the entire Losers club first. You’d all gone to the 8th grade dance together, all meeting at your house, where your mother’s gathered and gushed over how nice everyone looked. Your parents had never seen all of you dressed up in one room, ever since you became friends, there was never a purpose; until now.

You’d known the majority of the Losers pretty much your entire life; you’d met Richie, Eddie, and Bill in Kindergarten, and the rest was history. Henry gave you all shit constantly, and it sort of united you all. It started with Richie for having glasses and not knowing how to keep his mouth shut, Bill for his stutter that improved as you all got older, and your severe anxiety. Well, your “shyness” as you called it growing up. The Losers did a lot of speaking on your behalf, till when you got to high school, you finally found your own voice, and gained the confidence to speak your damn mind.

As your little “club” of sorts grew, you all became like a small family. Stan, Mike, even Bev. They all had your back, and you had theirs in return.

However, with Richie, it was an entirely different dynamic. Although he did it to both you and Beverly, and virtually anything female that moved, his constant flirting never really seemed to bother you. You brushed it off as if you just thought it was amusing, which it was of course, but little did your friends know your heart was absolutely burning for Richie Tozier. It had been since kindergarten.

Little did you know, his burned for you as well.

“Hey (Y/N)! You’re so hot, you must be the cause of global warming!” Richie said, a shit eating grin crossing his face as he wiggled his eyebrows.

You giggled a little bit. “Actually, it’s because there’s too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.”

Richie looked somewhat deflated, but his smirk reappeared almost immediately.

“Wow, hot AND smart? I never thought I’d find my perfect woman!” You tried to hide your blush, but Richie almost certainly caught you, but you didn’t exactly care. He wouldn’t say anything anyway, you were sure of it.

Your mom opened the door, and pulled Richie into a tight hug.

“You look so nice!” She said said as Richie walked inside, and shut the door behind him.

“Oh, t-thanks Mrs. (Y/L/N).” He looked down at his feet and readjusted his glasses nervously.

“(Y/N) should be down in a minute, she’s just finishing her makeup.” Richie nodded, and continued to stand awkwardly.

Of course he was the first one here.

Movement at the top of the stairs caught Richie’s eye, as his jaw stood open.

You slowly descended the stairs, being extra careful as to not fall on your ass in your 5 inch heels.

Richie stood speechless. As he looked on, when you finally reached the bottom, he was staring at you as if it was the first time he’d ever seen you. He was looking at you like you were the moon and the stars.

“Y-y-you look… gorgeous.” He stammered, readjusting his glasses again. A blush crept up on your cheeks as you looked up, and he was still looking at you.

“Thanks.” You said, barely above a whisper. You stood close together, so close Richie could reach out and grab your hand, and more than any other moment before, he wanted to.

A knock at the door pulled you both from your thoughts, and as Richie reached up to scratch the back of his neck out of awkwardness, you ran to grab the door.

Soon, the foyer was filled with girlish screams.

“OH MY GOD YOU LOOK AMAZING!” Bev cried, running in and squeezing you in a hug.

“THAT DRESS IS PERFECT FOR YOU!” You pulled back to get a full look at your fiery haired best friend. She was wearing an emerald green dress that brought out the light in her eyes and the red in her hair perfectly. Bill was going to absolutely melt when he saw her.

“Aw look at you Rich! All dressed up with a bow tie and everything!” Beverly reached out and adjusted his askew bow tie and grinned as he hit her hands away.

One by one, the rest of the Losers showed up, the boys admiring each other in their suits, while you and Beverly chatted in the corner about how the boys forgot how to stand and walk normally, just because they were wearing suits.

Once the parents (save for Richie and Beverly’s) had taken enough pictures, some group shots, just the girls, just the boys, smaller groups, and individuals, you were ready to pile in your mother’s mom van and head to the dance.

You sat between Richie and Stan, and rested a hand on the seat for support while you turned around to talk to Eddie, you felt a hand atop yours for just a moment. Your breath caught in your throat as you made eye contact with Richie, and smiled at him, then looked down.

For just a moment, you thought you saw him blushing as you both pulled your hands away.

The ride to school was relatively short and next thing you knew, you were all unloading from the van and entering the school gym, which was all dark except for the string lights they’d hung around the room. The DJ played a familiar song as kids piled in, you and the Losers standing along the outskirts of the dance floor, looking around with mild curiosity. Bill and Beverly had disappeared within moments, only to return a bit later, slightly disheveled. You raised your eyebrows to Bev, who just grinned.

“I’m BORED.” Richie complained, readjusting his bow tie for the 5th time in an hour.

“Shut up, Richie. You’re not dancing, of course you’re bored! Do you expect to be a wallflower the entire night?” You asked, flinging a piece of hair out of your face.

“I’d like to do a certain kind of dance with you in that janitor’s closet over there.” Richie smirked.

You rolled your eyes and tried to hide your smile, not wanting to encourage him.

“Suit yourself! Not everyone can handle the Tozier charm.”

“Tozier charm my ass! Come on, let’s dance!” Richie’s confidence melted as you grabbed his hand, and dragged him to the outer part of the dance floor, away from the wall.

“I don’t even know how to dance!” He whined.

“Neither do I! Just do whatever!” You began moving your shoulders and your hips to the beat, and Richie followed suit.

“See! You’re doing great!” You grinned, happy to finally have a dance partner.

“Your moves are pretty good, I like that swing you’ve got to your hips!” He wore his shit eating grin as he looked you up and down.

You shook your head in an attempt to conceal your blush as the song came to an end.

A slow, familiar song began playing over the speakers, and you and Richie locked eyes.

“Uh, I think I’m gonna take a, um, break for this one.” You said, running a hand through your hair.

You began to walk away when a hand grabbed yours and gently pulled you back.

It was Richie.

“No, I kinda like this one.” Richie raised his eyebrows, his hand still in yours, waiting for a response.

You looked around and saw all the couples come together and converge in the middle. There was nothing stopping you, especially not Richie, so you returned to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt his hands on your waist, right above your ass.

Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game

On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame

Turning and returning to some secret place inside

Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say

You spun in slow circles, making eye contact with Richie every time you dared to look up. Each time you did, he offered you a sweet smile, almost as reassurance.

“I gotta be honest, Rich, I never thought you the type to want to slow dance with someone, let alone me.” You said with a small laugh. Richie made a face.

“What’re you talking about?”

“I don’t know, you’re all confident and flirty and stuff with everyone, I never expected you to be the slow dance type.”

“No, not that part. What do you mean “let alone you?”” He pulled you a little bit closer.

“I don’t know, i’m just the girl you knew from kindergarten who became one of your best friends.” Richie frowned.

“You know you’re so much more to me than that, right? Like, you’re shy and I’m not and you don’t think I see you laughing quietly at my jokes or hiding your smile behind your hair when I draw attention to you by flirting and stuff, but I actually do see you. What you don’t know is that sometimes I do those things just to see your response.” Your breath hitched in your throat, as you looked up at Richie with your sparkling (Y/E/C) eyes.

“Really?” You asked quietly, not breaking eye contact this time.

“Yeah.” He whispered back, searching your face for some sort of sign that you felt the same way.

Watching every motion in this foolish lover's game

Haunted by the notion, somewhere there's a love in flames

Turning and returning to some secret place inside

Watching in slow motion as you turn my way and say

Take my breath away

My love, take my breath away

My love, take my breath away

The song continued in the background, little known to either you or Richie. You were still processing his words, and he was internally panicking because you weren’t saying anything.

“As dorky as this may sound, you stole my heart, Richie Tozier.”

Richie just grinned.

“(Y/N), that was the best thing you ever could have said.”

Richie closed the gap and kissed you.

It was the sweetest kiss you’d ever had. It was comfortable, familiar, and most of all, long awaited, which made it feel even better.

You heard the Losers cheering in the distance, but in that moment, you were entirely focused on Richie, who stood in front of you, heart on fire.

[juliankinney]

━━ ( alex fitzalan + cis male + twenty-two ) oi , have you seen julian kinney around ? he lives in flat 14 in bedroom 4 ? i was meant to meet them this morning at bean me up before our lecture but he didn’t show . no ? well , shit . if you do see them , can you tell them i’m looking for them ? they’re a 4th year computer science student from madrid , spain & you’ll know it’s them because they might just remind you of a stack of unread books , the sound of keyboard typing at three in the morning , coffee creamer in every flavor , & unprescribed pills if that helps at all . just be careful , he can be a little distant , critical , & compulsive sometimes . —- oh don’t look like that , they’re usually ingenious , reliable , & confident most of the time . ✏ y! , 22 , she/her , cst

alright whats up guys, as jd once said, greetings and salutations!! im y and this here is julian, who i’ve known for two hours but adore already anyway. i usually play dumbass boys and he’s no exception, but i like to think he might just be a little less dumb than the rest of them. so lets jump into it!!! ♡

for starters here is his messy pinterest board that i made.. like i said... it is a mess, and still a work in progress but y’all can have it anyway!! (fun fact: was gonna make him texan but pepper called him country boy and i was triggered!!!!!!!!!!)

backstory:

 julian was the conception of two teenagers in love during the 90′s in spain; a local and a tourist. the pair were just seventeen when they became parents but it was a whole ordeal at the time because his father’s side of the family did not want anything to do with this impregnated nobody. it wasn’t his grandfather’s vision!!! his son was supposed to go into adulthood unscathed by his mistakes!!! as you can guess julian’s mom side of the family were your blue-collared society while his father’s side was more white-collared. at the time his mother was a student and helped her own mom with the family tailor shop while her father worked as a cook in a restaurant. on the other end of the spectrum, the kinney’s were in the film industry and of old money. needless to say, the two families had little in common.

the kinney’s tried to pay this girl off but her family was 100% not having it and after many arguments and empty threats they came to an agreement. said agreement was that julian would have his rightful surname and would stay in spain and the family would receive a weekly stipend for his expenses. in return no one would say a thing to the press— which, honestly was only ever a threat because the kinney’s wanted to pretend like nothing had happened. 

and so julian grew up in madrid with a single mother and the help of his grandparents. as far as he knew his father had died shortly after he had been born and had been madly in love with his mother (that part was true). the only reason he didn’t share a name with the rest of his family was because the pair had never married, which, would have been the truth regardless. everything was fine; he grew up working at the family shop, attended school, skipped school, maintained amazing grades while simultaneously spending 1/3rd of the time in detention, lost his virginity to marisol cordova in her lilac colored room, etc. he had the most basic upbringing a kid could have.

then his father died. his real father. and suddenly, on paper, he was well off. it wasn’t easy for his mother to tell him the truth when his grandfather stepped foot into the one story home like he had seventeen years ago with that sour look on his face, but she was forced to. she had no other choice. devastated as she was (and she was truly heartbroken), she told him the story of how one day during the summer of 96′ she met james kinney, and how the next year he came back. then, his grandfather informed him of his father’s will and how he’d have access to his inheritance once he turned eighteen.

it was... a lot to process, and as julian does when he feels overwhelmed, he got angry. he was very upset with his mother and even more so with this old man he was meeting for the first time who kept calling him shit like ‘his only grandson’ and ‘a kinney by blood’. it was infuriating for julian, and his mother further telling him about their weekly allowance among other expenses over the years did not help. at all.

that is how julian found out his father was a successful actor turned director, generally known for an action packed franchise released in the 2000′s. it was mind boggling— he’d turn on the tv only to see a picture of his now dead father on screen, news coverage of the deadly car accident that occurred during en route to manchester on every channel. it just didn’t make any sense and was very hard to feel sad for. besides, his mother had enough sadness for the both of them. at his funeral, the two had to stay in the back while the family tried to come up with a game plan of how things were going to move forward; james’ widow was not happy to see her husbands former lover and child at the scene. 

anyways in spite the fact that julian wanted nothing to do with the kinney’s, his grandfather had other plans. a vision of his own for the only grandchild his son had brought into the world, and that started with schooling. julian graduated and had no plans for college until his grandfather threatened to contest the will if he chose to stray from the path, and they needed the money; so college it was. a college of his grandfather’s choice of course, and what better place than somewhere closed off enough to distance julian from the outer world but elite in its own right? 

his grandfather’s plan basically is to make him successful, and being that julian has no interest in their world, he’s had to compromise and just live with the fact that julian is just going to be your regular everyday man. he’s only really doing all of this because he feels guilt over the years but not guilty enough to tell the world that there’s an extra kinney lying around (last names are so common right!?!??!) . however, he still wants him to be in the family. as in everyone in the direct family knows of him and he gets to be involved in all family affairs, etc, but julian just does not give a fuck about them fksdhjfs specially because of how they fucked over his mom and how james’ widow is so fucking bitter about the will.

ANYWAYS he’s been at the school for four years now, gets his schooling paid by his grandfather but still has a job because pride or whatever, and will hack into your shit!

personality/hc’s

i love him, he’s sweet but also not annoyingly sweet. as in yeah he’s nice and polite but has no problem squaring up due to his short temper. kind of blunt sometimes though, and either is dumb or acts dumb if he says something that might hurt someones feelings. like oh.. sorry you feel that way ksjfsdkln

super smart???? has amazing grades and constantly does his work; knows how to multitask and balance his life out (for the most part... at least until he burns himself out). an intellectual™ . not an eboy but i guess u could say a little bit of a gamer,, has tik tok downloaded on his phone, the dad friend i guess

is either in one end of the spectrum or the other when it comes to socializing. most of the time though he finds it exhausting,, talking is hard but once he does start talking it’s like shut up dude no one cares about javascript 

has a small pill problem,, he’s got to be successful somehow right !! also drinks lots of coffee and is a fan of coffee creamer, does not like the strawberry shortcake creamer though because ew. only tea he will drink is matcha green tea, anything else can suck it. 

has also developed some ~anxious~ feelings , why ? idk, light trauma i guess. his pill usage sure doesn’t help though! loser! ... tbh maybe his anxiousness has grown over the years because he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do after school like he has money (that he tries not to use if i’m being honest, would rather use the money he gains from his job which i haven’t decided what should be. leave me alone), and will have a degree, but he’s still just questioning everything?? things have just been weird

sometime during middle school years (idk whats the equivalent of this in spain, shut up) he got into computers and... i’m not proud of this but his first hack was into this girls account that he liked and bro all he wanted to do was see some titties man thats it i promise. that crush did not work out, obvs.

anyways yes he continued down this computer path and made an app during high school!!! it wasn’t successful at all and he eventually deleted it but good for him coding and shit!!! 

would hack into school systems to help out his buds and their grades. yeah they could have just copied off of him but... where is the fun in that lads 

sometime he be just looking up ‘james kinney interviews’ on youtube just to see who this dude was dshjkg poor lad

can speak english and spanish ,, has that lisp thingy spaniards have i hate it but i guess whatever 

kind of messy honestly, can someone clean his desk 

connections

literally anything just hmu i can’t come up with these things tbh